#I'll do the same for the birthday thing. it Will be fucking good. I take a hammer to it

[b4kuch1n]

1/ this bout of comms almost done and 2. spawndate in 3 days so I have! been fixin up some stuff for the itch store. that'll go live on the 29th! right now there Is a pack of the lineart stuff I did last year for folks who found that agreeable, still free to grab! for practicing coloring, or if you wanna mess around with colors when ur not feelin like doing lineart, or if you wanna try to figure out colors in a drastically different style than what you usually go for. or if u just wanna look at it that's cool too. small announcement that is all see u in a few

#bakuspeech #update on the situation: is mostly contained. it'll take a fair bit to make up for how much it's kicked us in the nuts #but it's doable. just Very annoying and tedious and sudden and overall it just sucks #esp. like right up close to my birthday lmao. like if it happened earlier this year I'd be like alright. sucks shit but par for the course #this year has already been so fucked up. this might as well happen #but since it's happened in december it really brings on the feeling of like. fr bitch? #right in front of my cake? me the birthday boy? the specialest fucking boy? #but well. theres a Thing around here that's ur birthday usually being the unluckiest day #but also we're the kind of folks who track death dates rather than birthdays. like up until very recently #all four of my grandparents have unspecified birthdays. their birth years aren't even correct. on paper they're like #a few years older than they actually are #and my granddad on my dads side was even from a family of some means so it wasnt even a class thing #man. last year Something was happening around this time too. idr what but it also sucked #mmm. well. what is really just is. and I've already taken a hammer to it anyhows #I'll do the same for the birthday thing. it Will be fucking good. I take a hammer to it #I'm very glad I still get some commissions even tho it was practically right up to noel #you guys are very generous. I don't say it as often as I should I think but I'm very very thankful for the support #glad to hang out around here still. glad to have the folks I have here. thank u for chillin with me #please look forward to the itch store update. got a new thing along with the old things ported over. stay tuned

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

Sick of being tired sad and overwhelmed all the time 😔

#max rambles a lot #it's this house man #i fucking hate it here #i am so over living here and i'm mad because i've been forced into tying up a good chunk of my money in xmas at this point #which means if by some tiny miracle i get to move out before xmas i won't be going nc until the new year #because i'll be damned if i'm paying for these assholes to have a nice xmas without me like fuck that #anyway yeah i'm so overstimulated lately that i want to just rip my face of all the time #had to cancel my tattoo appt because i am WAY to anxious to leave the house and it's made me really sad #also not to be one of Those people but this Matthew Perry news has really depressed me and i'm feeling it really bad #i'm so sad about it i keep bursting into tears with no warning over it #i feel like a fucking loser for doing so #but yeah i'm tired and sad and overwhelmed i miss all my friends being in the same place i miss feeling like i'm in charge of my own brain #sick of sleeping on the floor and being surrounded by clutter and not even being able to take a shit in peace #clinging to the tiniest little things to stop me absolutely losing my mind #a birthday party next week is currently next up but idk what's coming after that so 🤡🤡🤡

[roosterforme]

Sundays Are for the Boys | Hangman x Reader

Summary: Football Sundays are a sacred tradition amongst Jake and his friends, and he's quick to make sure you know that. But when the boys discover your favorite drink in the refrigerator, Jake makes an exception to his rule.

Warnings: Fluff, language, a tiny bit of smut, 18+

Length: 2600 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Written for Pick Your Poison! Banner by @thedroneranger

Dating Jake came with one firm rule: Sundays were for watching football with the guys. 

"I mean it," he'd told you months ago when you first started dating him. "I host every week. They come over around ten when the games start, and they don't leave until after the last game ends. No wives. No girlfriends. Just a cooler filled with cheap beer. Sundays are for the boys."

At the time, you thought it was cute that he wanted to spend the day with his friends. "That's adorable," you told him, kissing his cheek. But by the time football season arrived, Jake was already in his Dallas Cowboys jersey, shaking you awake on Sunday morning at nine.

"It's almost game time, Baby. The guys will be here soon."

You looked up at him from his bed with a little smirk. "You're really into this, huh?" 

He kissed your forehead and started to pull you to your feet as you laughed. "It's a thing. I told you this months ago." He patted your bare butt as you looked around for your clothes from the night before. "It's week one, and the Cowboys play the Eagles in the early game. I love putting Payback in a bad mood."

You kissed him before you slipped your underwear on. "I know you do."

He was antsy, and you knew he wanted you to leave, but you also knew he didn't want to say it as he kissed you over and over again. "Baby, you gotta go," he finally whispered as you smiled against his lips. 

"I know, I know," you replied, still amused as you finished getting dressed and packed up your stuff. "Go Cowboys."

Each week, your relationship progressed, but this little routine stayed the same. Jake would inevitably wake you up by nine if you weren't already up. He would be wearing one of his many Dallas Cowboys jerseys. He would walk you out to your car and tell you how much he loved you before you left him to entertain his friends. 

But one Sunday, you woke him up with a blowjob on his birthday. And you took your time with it. Did you have a bit of an ulterior motive? Sure. But it didn't detract from the fact that you wanted him to enjoy himself, and you certainly made sure he did. He was coming hard at exactly 9:42 with his hand on the back of your head and his cock tapping your throat. 

"Oh, fuck!" he groaned. "Fuck!" 

You licked him clean and grinned up at him before kissing his hip and whispering, "I love you, birthday boy." Then you climbed out of bed, kissed his lips and started to get dressed. "It's almost ten. I'll head out."

You saw him waver a bit before he nodded. Then his doorbell rang, and you just knew it would be the guys starting to arrive. He kissed you deeply one more time before pulling on his blue and gray jersey and some gym shorts. "Take your time getting dressed. I'll go let them in."

"Sounds good," you replied. And twenty minutes later, after you'd fixed your hair and put on the tiniest bit of makeup, you waltzed out into the living room where there were now six guys spread out on Jake's sectional couch with an open cooler of beer on ice in the middle of the floor and bags of chips seemingly everywhere. 

It was kind of fascinating, getting to catch a glimpse of this carefully curated world that he worked so hard to keep private. Your plan was to quietly sneak out the front door, but you had to stifle your laughter as you heard Bradley tell your boyfriend, "Your Cowboys look like a bunch of fucking pussies this week."

"You're one to talk, dipshit," Jake replied without missing a beat. "The Steelers are 2 and 4." He went back to sipping his beer.

"Both of you are delusional," Coyote told them as he cracked open a can and shoved a fistful of chips into his mouth. 

You skirted around the outside of the room as you eyed them in their various colorful jerseys while you thought they were completely focused on the game. Then you heard Fanboy call your name. "You're leaving?" he asked, looking at you as he ate some beef jerky.

"Yeah," you said with a little laugh as Jake got up to peck you on the cheek. "You know, Sundays are for the boys and all that."

Just then, the Cowboys scored a touchdown, and Jake hoisted you up in the air as you screeched in surprise. Half of the guys groaned, and half of them cheered, but your boyfriend held you tight as he tossed aside his empty beer can and said, "You can't leave until they kick the extra point." So you just stayed there, your feet not even touching the ground as Jake held his breath, and then the Cowboys went up by one more point. Then Jake walked you to your car, nipping at your neck the entire way.

"Don't you have to get back inside?" you whispered as he filthy kissed you, pressing you against the driver's side door. 

"I will," he grunted. "Feel like you're my lucky charm right now."

He kissed away all your lip gloss and messed up your makeup, but when you finally drove away, you had a smile on your face.

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"What are these things?" Reuben called from the kitchen. Jake turned to see what he was holding up.

"High Noons," he replied before focusing back on the game. "My girl's obsessed with them. It's like a fancy hard seltzer."

"Can I try one?"

"Yeah," Jake told him, knowing he'd just replace them later for you. 

Javy was currently sitting on the floor, practically in tears as the Saints gave up another touchdown to the Dolphins. Mickey's loud cheering had everyone else laughing. "Dude, you'll lose your voice again like last week," Bradley told him as he accidentally spilled potato chips all over the floor before picking them up and eating them anyway. 

"It'll be worth it if the Saints lose!" Mickey cheered. 

"Hey, what's that?" Bradley asked Reuben as he chugged the High Noon can and belched. "Some sort of girly shit?"

"Yeah, it's fucking good."

A minute later, everyone was drinking them, including Jake. "This is delicious," Bob muttered.

"For real," Reuben agreed. "Your girl has good taste."

Bradley snorted as he opened another can. "Not in guys." He and Reuben started cracking up at Jake's expense while he rolled his eyes. 

Then Javy was on his hands and knees crawling toward the TV and shouting, "Get him! Get him! That's a fucking sack! Fuck you, Fanboy! Fuck you, dude!"

The room was in chaos as Javy ground the potato chip crumbs into the carpet. When Jake's phone vibrated, he saw it was a text from you and realized he kind of wished you were here right now.

I miss you. Are you having fun with the boys?

He smiled as he checked the time. The Cowboys game would be starting in less than an hour, and they always seemed to play better whenever you were in the room for those fleeting few minutes before you left him to his Sunday tradition. He tapped his fingers on his thigh and contemplated texting you back. 

"Hey, Jake, are there any more of these things?" Bob asked, holding up his empty High Noon can. It was a testament to how good they tasted that Bob was even drinking one in the first place. He absolutely hated beer.

"I don't think so," Jake muttered, almost to himself as he read your text again. "Let me check." He started his response to you and then finished it after he looked in his nearly empty fridge.

I miss you too, Baby. Where did you get those High Noons? The boys drank them all, and they loved them. I'm going to need to stock up.

When he looked up from his phone, Javy was on his back, kicking his feet in the air, because the Dolphins had scored another touchdown. "No!"

"Hey, Hangman, you're out of chips," Bradley complained, shaking the empty bag into his open mouth before frowning. 

Now Mickey was dancing around Javy on the floor as the final score of the game flashed across the bottom of the screen. His Dolphins had beat Javy's Saints, and Reuben was already changing the channel for the next game that was about to start. But you had texted back again.

Why is that so adorable? I'm just about on my way home from lunch with the girls. Want me to stop and get another case or two? Maybe some snacks? I can drop them off.

Jake grinned; even the idea of you stopping by for a few seconds made him smile. He texted you back letting you know that he loved that idea, and then he stepped over the chaos on his floor and dropped down next to Reuben. Just as the intro to the Cowboys and Steelers was starting up, Jake said, "My girl's stopping by with more of those drinks and some snacks, so please behave while she's here."

"We will," they all replied in unison, though he highly doubted that would actually be the case. 

Then the game started, and they were all distracted, because it was Jake's team against Bradley's team. "Your precious Cowgirls are going down," Bradley muttered, practically licking the inside of the chip bag.

Jake realized he was hungry too as he flipped him off, and he could hear Reuben's stomach growling. The Cowboys were looking terrible in the first quarter, and now Bradley was sitting on the edge of his seat as the Steelers were poised to score a touchdown.

But then, just when you walked in carrying some fresh High Noons and a platter of hot wings, the Steelers threw an interception, and the Cowboys ran it back all the way for a touchdown. "Fuck yes!" Jake shouted, practically ripping the food and drinks out of your hands to get to you. "Come here, Baby. Come sit on my lap."

"Seriously?" you asked, clearly surprised as Jake pulled you along with him while the other guys tore into the seltzers and chicken wings like they were wild animals. Well, everyone except for Bradley who was on his knees on the floor, staring at the TV in shock.

"Thank you for the food and the High Noons," Jake drawled, grinning against your neck as he held you close. "You're the best." 

"You're welcome," you replied, really getting into the game now. "Cowboys are already up?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Bradley groaned. And it just kept getting better from there. Jake got to have you snuggled up on the couch with him while he ate wings and drank seltzers all afternoon. 

When you tried to leave at halftime, the guys whined for you to stay, and Jake pulled you closer to him. "Baby, no. The Cowboys have done nothing but get touchdown after touchdown since you got here. I need you to stay."

You laughed and opened a High Noon for yourself with an amused look on your face. "Alright, Jake. Whatever you need."

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When you woke up on Sunday with Jake kissing your neck and whispering, "Time to get up," you groaned. You were still exhausted from working all week, but you stretched and slowly got out of bed. "Where are you going?" he asked, reaching for you as you stood and looked at him.

"Home?"

He shook his head like he couldn't be more confused. "Why? Baby, the Cowboys play at ten. The boys will be here soon."

"Yeah...." you replied, reaching for your clothes. "That's why I'm leaving. Sundays are for the boys."

Now he was honest to god pouting. "But, I don't want you to leave. I love watching the games with you, and the guys keep my place cleaner when you're here. They actually belch less too. Really, overall, they are much less insufferable. And besides..." he whispered, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into bed. "I think you're my lucky charm."

"Really?" you asked as he pinned your hands above your head on the pillow. 

"Mmhmm," he hummed as he kissed you. "You make my team do better, and you make me happy. Stay."

You were melting at his touch. "Well, how could I say no?"

The following week, Jake was opening a seltzer for you, and when you looked around, all of the guys were drinking them. Mickey tapped his can to yours. "These are delicious. I feel so sophisticated. You're a genius."

The week after that, Javy ordered pizza only after discreetly asking what your favorite topping was. "The rest of them would eat cardboard with red sauce on top of it, but I want to make sure you get the kind you like."

The week after that, Reuben and Bob both jumped up to get you a new can when yours was empty, and Bradley begrudgingly said, "I still like you even though Jake fucking ruined you by turning you into a Cowboys fan."

You started staying later and later, and you noticed that Jake filled the cooler with fewer beers and more seltzers each week. And on the last Sunday of the regular season, the guys showed up with a sad looking, half crumpled up gift bag and handed it to you as you rearranged the pretty charcuterie board you'd been working on for them. 

"What's this?" you asked, peeking into the bag at some pink fabric.

"It's for you," Javy said. "You're one of the guys now." 

Jake grinned at you from the open refrigerator where he handed out High Noon cans to everyone. "You knew about this?" you asked him as you reached into the bag and pulled out a pink Dallas Cowboys jersey with your own name on the back. 

"Of course I knew about it, Baby. I had to tell them your size."

"Thank you," you whispered as you looked at it, tears filling your eyes and blurring your vision. "I love it." When you looked up at them, they raised their seltzer cans in a toast to you, and you ran to Jake's bedroom to get changed.

You had your own jersey color now amongst the rainbow of teams everyone rooted for, and Jake kept you close as the Cowboys played. The cooler of slowly melting ice offered up High Noons to you and the boys, and by the time it was getting dark outside, you were standing next to the TV with your hands in the air. 

"Ready?" you asked them a little loudly as you giggled, but you weren't the only one who was tipsy and silly. "Here we go!" You led them in a hideous, off-key rendition of I've been waiting all day for Sunday night. After weeks of watching football, everyone had all of the ridiculous lyrics memorized, and it ended in laughter as you curled up next to Jake on the couch.

"I love Sundays," he said, his arm slung around your shoulders. "And I love you, Baby."

You kissed his cheek and whispered, "Sundays are for seltzer drinkers."

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You slowly infiltrated, and now Sundays are yours. Thanks @thedroneranger for making pretty mood boards like this one and letting us write about them. And thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

Don't forget to read the second part! This Sunday Is for My Girl!

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[norrisleclercf1]

How about a Dad!max imagine, Where his son wanted to do karting like his dad but Max doesn't want him to do it because he's afraid he'll end up like his dad. So, the son cried to his mom about it and they had the talk. When it was the son's birthday, Max finally gave him a kart.

A/N: Right in the fucking heart, just rip it out while you're at it!! Edit: I completely forgot the bottom part of this request....whoops so srry

"No," Axel mouth drops open as he hears that word out of his father's mouth. "But," "I said no, Axel. I don't want you karting much less racing. Don't push this." Max says sternly and turning back to his office laptop, going back to answering emails.

"You're so mean!" Axel screams and slams the office door running off crying. It took everything in Max's power to not chase after his little boy. The last thing he wanted to do was shoot down his son's joy. But, he couldn't allow what happened to him be done the same to Axel.

He refused for it to happen.

"Axel?" You stop short as your 7 year old rushes towards you. "I hate him!" He sobs, colliding into your legs. Staggering back your head spins trying to understand what this is about. "Axel, honey. Take a deep breath." You instruct pulling him off your legs. Axel just sobs his little heart out that his cheeks are blotchy and nose bright red.

"Okay, come here." You knew you wouldn't be able to talk to him for a while and settle for comforting him. Picking him up he curls around you and you move through the house as you let him cry.

Finally Axel calms down enough as you start to make dinner. Axel only started talking when you handed him his kids safety knife and a pepper to cut. "Daddy said I can't kart." You stop your movement and think over your response. Axel was far more mature for his age and talked to him as he deserved to be talked too.

"Did you ask him why?" Axel is quite except for the sound of knives on cutting boards. "No, I yelled at him." Axel whispers, pouting. "And what did you yell?" Even though you have a clear idea what it might've been. "That I hate him," Axel whispers.

Sighing you put your knife down and wipe your hands on your apron. "Axel, that was very mean what you said. Your daddy loves you so much. What you did was wrong, but I'll talk to Daddy okay. Go watch cartoons." You whisper, kissing his forehead as he runs off.

Standing up straight you head to Max's office and knock on the door. "Come help me with dinner," Max opens his mouth to argue but stops seeing your expression. "Okay," Standing, Max follows you to the kitchen and easily picks back up where Axel left off.

"Why did you say no to Axel racing?" Max's shoulders tense and soon relaxes as he faces you. "I'm scared I'll turn into my father," Your knife clatters at the words that just left your husbands mouth. "What?" Max goes to repeat but you hold your hand up.

" Max Emilian Verstappen. You are nothing, like your father do you hear me? I understand you're scared, hell I still remember that night you found out I was pregnant." Max cringes at the night. He spent it over a toilet losing his stomach due to the fear that gripped him.

"Max, Axel loves you so much and wants to be just like you. And I think that's wonderful, he's a good boy with a good man raising him. You're nothing like your father." Max nods, throat tight as he moves taking you into his arms. "I'm sorry," He whispers.

"I know you are, but you can't just say no to something without explaining it." Max nods and you hear a sound and see Axel standing there head down. "Daddy?" Max doesn't think twice and scoops Axel up and closing you both in his arms. "I love you both so much, and when it's your birthday we can go pick out a kart alright?" Axel nods and hugs his father. "I don't hate you, I love you." Max chuckles and kisses him on the cheek. "I love you too buddy."

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Part Two

Rebekah talks some sense into you and you aim to repair your relationship with Elijah.

♡♡ Thanks for the request sweet @amournoir ♡♡

3.5k words - Warnings: smutttt, oral, riding, slight dom!elijah, Rebekah playing matchmaker, sprinkling of anal & a birthday boy gets his wishes...

You took a long shower, washing off the sex and party, hoping to scrub your sins away, but it didn't. It only made the marks Klaus left on your body more obvious.

You quickly dried off, throwing your hair into a ponytail and wrapping yourself in a blanket as you walked to the kitchen, not expecting to see Rebekah there, making tea.

"How was your night? I lost you towards the end," she smirked, obviously knowing where you ended up and what you did.

"Oh you know, it was good," you shrugged, grabbing your cereal.

"Good, huh," Rebekah mused, looking over at you.

You shrugged again, your cheeks warming as you refused to make eye contact with her. She giggled knowingly and went to pour the water in her mug, turning her back to you.

"I warned you about Nik," she teased you, and you groaned.

"I know," you huffed, looking down into your cereal, and swirling it around with your spoon. "I made a huge mistake, but please don't tell him I said that,"

She looked over at you and nodded, and then her eyes drifted over you as she smirked, and you suddenly realized your marks were very visible on your skin. You covered yourself up with your blanket, making Rebekah laugh loudly.

"You know, it surprised me that you went with Nik instead of Elijah," Rebekah teased you as she blew on her tea to cool it down.

"Elijah? He's not interested in me, not in that way," you chuckled, but you were frowning internally. He wasn't, was he?

You'd thought of it before, but then quickly dismissed it as just some stupid fantasy in your head, something that could never happen.

"Just make a move, he's far too reserved," Rebekah advised you, bringing her mug up to her lips.

"He's not," you defended him. "Besides, he's only seen me as a friend and I don't want to ruin our friendship. He's really important to me,"

"He's been in love with you since the day he met you," Rebekah rolled her eyes, shaking her head in disapproval at your answer. "Nik said the same thing," she muttered under her breath, and you barely caught it.

"Nik knew?!" You exclaimed, of course Nik knew and he slept with you anyway. He was such an ass.

Rebekah just nodded, taking a sip of her tea and looking anywhere but at you. You sighed, leaning back in your chair as you tried to process this new information.

"I fucked up," you groaned, rubbing a hand over your face.

"You're telling me," Rebekah chuckled in agreement, and you shot her a glare.

You got up from the table, tossing your empty bowl in the sink. You could feel the guilt weighing heavily on your shoulders, and the knowledge that Klaus knew about Elijah's feelings didn't help matters.

"What should I do?" You asked, unsure.

"Tell Elijah how you feel. Ignore Klaus," she shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You're right. I'll tell him when I see him tomorrow," you stated, the plan solidifying in your mind.

Rebekah smiled, "Good. Now come take some of my blood so those marks will heal, it looks atrocious darling,”

A few hours before you were to meet up with Elijah, you snuck into the compound. With Rebekahs help, you knew no one would be home and you could put your plan into action.

You went to Elijah's room, laying out a few more birthday gifts you bought him and decorating the space. You lit a few candles and had some music playing softly. Your nerves were going haywire and you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. You paced around the room, trying to calm your nerves and keep from backing out.

You went to his bathroom to add the finishing touches to his final present, you. You put on some lingerie, sheer, lace and leaving nothing to the imagination. You added some thigh high stockings, clipping them on with a garter belt.

You took a deep breath and looked in the mirror, trying to stay confident. You were going to go through with this. He would like this, right?

You went out into the bedroom, pulling a robe over yourself and sitting on his bed, nervously fiddling with your hands as you waited. You tried to sit in a sexy position, but every pose felt unnatural.

Finally, after a few agonizing minutes, you heard his footsteps. Thanks to Rebekah you knew Klaus would be away for the evening, which meant you had the place all to yourself.

The look on his face when he walked in was worth it. He paused in the doorway, his eyes widening as they swept over the room. He took a moment before his gaze found yours, and his expression turned soft, a small smile forming.

"I hope you don't mind but I got some more gifts for you," you spoke quietly, feeling your confidence slipping away the longer he stared at you.

You had rendered him speechless, which was not something that happened very often, and that made you feel a bit better.

He slowly walked in, closing the door behind him and setting his things on the desk in the corner. He didn't say anything else and just watched you. You felt like prey being stalked by its predator, the anticipation was killing you.

"I thought we could celebrate alone," you murmured, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Do you like it?" You added, getting off the bed and gesturing around the room.

His eyes never left you, trailing up your legs to the hem of your robe, then to your face. He seemed to be deciding what to do next.

"Yes, very much so," he answered, his eyes still dark, his breathing a little deeper.

"I have one more gift," you said softly, trying to keep your breathing steady. "But you have to close your eyes,"

He hesitated, but complied. He closed his eyes, and you walked closer to him, reaching out to take his hand. You guided him to the bed, and he sat down.

"Keep them closed," you told him, and he did.

You removed your robe, letting it fall to the floor. You stood there, waiting for a few seconds, and then you got up the courage and climbed onto his lap. 

He hummed, his hands resting on your waist, he could feel that you weren't wearing much, but he kept his eyes closed.

"You can open them," you whispered.

He opened them slowly, and when his eyes met yours, his pupils were blown wide. You had never seen him look at anyone that way before.

"Happy birthday," you blushed, giving him a shy smile.

He was still silent as his eyes roamed your body. A part of you began to panic at his reaction, were you wrong in thinking he wanted you in this way?

Then he gripped your hips tighter, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Am I being granted a birthday wish?" His voice was darker, just a hint of seduction mixed in.

You looked away from him, blushing even harder, and mumbling a yes.

He pressed his lips to yours and it felt like sparks exploded all around you, the feeling was indescribable. The kiss was desperate and needy and full of so many hidden emotions, all brought out in the space of a minute.

You clutched at his shirt, gasping into his mouth and moaning softly. This is what you'd always wanted, what you needed. He could give it to you, he always could.

"How long have you wanted this, sweetheart?" Elijah asked, a jolt of heat racing through your veins at the tone of his voice.

"Years," you whispered against his lips, it was all you were able to get out before he was kissing you again.

One of his hands came up to tangle in your hair, pulling lightly and tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, panting and whimpering as he got more and more aggressive and rough.

He snaked a hand down between your legs, pushing aside your panties and finding you wet. He hummed in approval, and you pulled away from his lips, letting out a soft cry when his fingers slipped inside you.

He teased you, not giving you enough pressure where you needed it most. It was slow and you squirmed, wanting him to give you more.

He sensed your frustration and smiled, "I can do whatever I want with my present, be a good girl now," he whispered, making you whine and blush more.

You were surprised by how dirty Elijah was being and what turned you on even more, was knowing you would be the only one to see this side of him.

"Yeah, I'll be good," you huffed, pouting a bit. You really wanted him to fuck you.

"I'd like to unwrap my gift now," he was smirking at your frustration and then unclasped your bra, tossing it aside. He held you firmly in is his lap as he looked you over. 

You felt shy and exposed as his eyes studied your body, his hands coming up to touch the soft flesh of your breasts, squeezing and then rolling your nipples between his fingers, until they were stiff and aching. He gave you a wicked smile as he licked at one, feeling you tremble beneath him.

He pulled you up further on his thighs, so your chest was level with his mouth.

You had no time to process what was happening before he had his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, nipping lightly and licking, while his hand tweaked the other one. He repeated this action with both of your breasts, as you arched your back, whining his name and pleading for him to give you more. You enjoyed the light tease, but if he didn't fuck you soon you were going to lose it.

He pulled back and let you undue his belt, tugging his pants down just enough to free his cock. He was still fully dressed, while you only had your panties and stockings on. His cock sprang up, and you reached down between the two of you to wrap a hand around him, stroking gently.

His hands gripped your ass and lifted you up, lowering you down on his cock. Your eyes locked and a whimper left your throat, the stretch was delicious and felt so good.

When you were seated fully on him, you both took a moment to breathe. The connection between you felt new and deep and unlike anything you'd ever felt before. It was terrifying and thrilling all at once and you were desperate to have more. You wanted to be consumed by him, it was the only thing you knew would sate the intensity you were feeling.

His dark eyes conveyed the same feelings and he began lifting you up and down. Your hands finding purchase on his shoulders as he controlled your movements. He was using you as he pleased, and you didn't mind one bit.

The sound of slapping flesh filled the room, and it sounded obscene. Your mind clouded with lust and emotion. His lips on your neck, sucking and biting, he let his fangs graze your skin to feel your pulse under them.

"Making such a mess on my cock," he murmured against your neck, smirking at how wet you were. You were so embarrassed by how he was talking to you, you shouldn't have liked it, but God it was making you wetter and you could feel his pants getting damp from your cum. You were mortified.

This only made him grin wider, licking a stripe up your neck and then sucking bruises across your neck and chest. He watched your face contort with pleasure as his grip on you got tighter and he thrusted up into you.

"I'm going to claim every part of you, so when Niklaus sees you, he'll know he failed," Elijah's voice was stern, but the growl behind it made you shiver.

Just when you are about to hit your peak he flipped you onto the bed, keeping your bodies connected. He pressed himself against you, fucking into you deep and slow, his breath hot in your ear, praising you for being so good for him.

You felt your climax hit you hard, crying out his name and clawing at his shirt. Elijah drank up the sight of you beneath him, your pupils blown and your body trembling through your high.

He was still buried inside you, and he stilled for a moment, staring down at you with an expression of awe and affection. It made you flush under his gaze, unable to maintain eye contact for long.

He reached between your bodies, rubbing your swollen clit to push you over the edge again, catching your lips in his so he could swallow your moans, smiling against you.

"So beautiful," he breathed against your lips, kissing you once more before pulling out. He seemed unconcerned with chasing his own release, instead focusing on you.

You tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours, he pulled it off quickly and then his lips found yours again.

His hand moved down to your thigh, his fingers dancing over the lace material of your stockings. He broke the kiss, his lips going down to your neck, his fingers finding the clasp on the one of stockings, unclipping it with a snap.

He hummed and moved down your body, his lips pressing kisses over your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts. He unclipped the other one, and his mouth went down your stomach. He pulled the panties off you with his teeth, smirking as he went, then looking up at you.

You were sweating a little, your hair a mess and you were panting. He'd done a number on you already and it made him ache, knowing no one had ever seen you like this. Only him.

He leaned in and tasted you, his tongue lapping up the slick from your previous orgasms. You were over sensitive and tried to close your legs, but he held them open, sucking and licking, rubbing your clit in gentle circles.

You were close to coming again and then he pushed one of his fingers into your ass, making you gasp and squirm.

"Eli!" You breathed his name, blushing. You had never had anyone do this before, and it sent a strange thrill through your body.

He removed his mouth and looked up at you, moving back up to hold your gaze, "I want to have all of you," he explained and waited, not wanting to pressure you into anything.

"You can, but no one's ever..." you trailed off, squirming under him, suddenly too embarrassed to look at him anymore.

He squeezed your ass, pulling your thigh up over his hip as he moved beside you. He brought his lips to yours in a soft kiss, distracting you as he moved his hands down to your ass. He began massaging the flesh, spreading your cheeks and a finger breached the entrance to your ass slowly.

"Relax," he whispered against your lips, his free hand gripping your hair and tugging it. You mewled and he kissed you harder. He swallowed your whimpers, his thumb pressing against your clit and his fingers pushing into both your holes.

He stayed gentle, knowing it was a little different than vaginal sex. You did like it, the unfamiliar pleasure warming your belly.

He stretched and worked your body slowly, trying to relax you. Your lips were puffy and your eyes were hooded as he continued, sliding a second finger into your ass, stretching you. He listened to your erratic heartbeat as you watched him.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked softly, rubbing your clit with a little more pressure to distract you.

Your nails were digging into his chest, your mind foggy with a daze of pleasure, nodding your head. His lips were feather light against your neck, and he smiled, noticing how flushed and turned on you were.

"Are you ready my love?" Elijah's voice was soothing and had no pressure behind it, which only made your love for him grow even stronger.

"Yes," your voice was breathless and pleading, you needed this, needed him, needed to be closer and to share this experience with him. He was the only one you trusted to give yourself to him.

He rolled you onto your back, pushing your thighs up and nudging your knees apart. He spent a few moments drinking in the sight of you beneath him, his eyes skimming over every inch of your body with reverence.

His thumb played with your clit as he prepared his cock. Your arousal coated his fingers and he spread it along his length, slicking his cock up. He got into position and started to push into your tight hole.

"Look at me," he said softly as he hovered over you, continuing the process of taking you slowly.

You did as he commanded, eyes locking as he moved inside you. You clung to his arms, panting at the sudden stretch. He pushed in another few inches, watching your face carefully, listening to the reactions your body gave.

"It's okay," he assured you, rubbing your clit with his thumb and pushing the rest of the way in.

You squirmed and mewled, but he stilled, letting you adjust before he began to move. Slowly rocking his hips, easing in and out, hissing and biting his lip at how impossibly tight you were.

He pushed your legs up further and eased two fingers inside your pussy, pushing in and out slowly and timing it with his thrusts.

He worked you up, moving slow and deep, filling you up. You were a whimpering mess and looked so beautiful to him, the sight of you and the feeling of you completely submitting to him was intoxicating.

You couldn't speak, the pleasure overwhelming, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, and he turned his head to kiss your palm.

He leaned down and claimed your lips in a soft kiss, his hips moving just a little faster, rocking deeper inside you, touching every part of you and making you his.

His fingers in your pussy were moving just right, brushing against that spot inside you. His kisses grew sloppy, with you panting into each other's mouths and struggling to breath through the pleasure.

"Eli..." you gasped, shaking beneath him, knowing you were close. He was starting to fall over the edge with you, pushing you both towards oblivion.

He pounded into you, rolling his hips harder and faster, making you moan louder. Then everything snapped, you back arching, your mouth open in a silent scream of pure bliss.

Your pussy clamped down around his fingers and your ass squeezed his cock, and he let out a low groan, grinding deep into you as he came.

He found your lips again in a sweet kiss, brushing your sweaty hair back and keeping the both of you connected for a few moments longer. When you had come down from your high he slowly slid out of you, keeping an arm around you as you turned onto your side to cuddle against him.

The both of you just kept kissing, holding each other close, not wanting the moment to end.

He reached down and pulled the comforter over the both of you, tucking it around you. Elijah kissed the top of your head as he held you in his arms, his hands sliding all over your body, mapping it out in his head.

"Happy Birthday, Eli," you whispered softly, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.

His heart swelled and he smiled, his hold tightening on you, he loved hearing you call him that.

"Can I have another birthday wish?" he asked softly, running his hands over your body, holding you in a way that was almost possessive.

"Of course," you flushed with excitement as you waited to see what he was going to ask.

"Will you be mine?" He asked, holding your gaze and looking uncharacteristically nervous for a moment.

You were so overwhelmed by his request, but it only took you a moment to respond, "I am already, Eli, I've been yours for a long time," you assured him, and the words made him let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I love you," he said, saying the words he never thought he'd say, feeling so much lighter now that he said them, and finally knowing what it meant to be with you.

"I love you, too," you felt a bit shy but couldn't hide the emotion in your voice.

He was relieved, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You smile and laugh softly, running your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He mumbles some incoherent words into your neck and you love the sound.

It felt good to be with him, like it was always meant to be.

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[pedrithink]

pedri and reader arguing over him forgetting their anniversary?

forgetfulness ✩ pedri gonzález

summary: pedri forgot your birthday.

To wake up and watch your boyfriend go into another room and get ready without looking you in the eye hurts. You really don't understand how Pedri can forget this day, your day. You understand that he has a lot to remember, but it hurts that he doesn't remember a day that is so important to you.

"Good morning." You say when you see him in the kitchen, hoping that he would turn around and remember your day.

He walks up to you and leaves a kiss on your head. "Good morning, sleepy head. How are you?" You can only swallow dryly and try to hide your disappointment as much as possible.

"Fine. And you?" You briefly watched as your boyfriend approached the door to leave and go straight to training.

"I'm fine. I'll see you later, okay?" He leaves a kiss on your mouth and a light caress in your hair before leaving completely out of the house.

You take a deep breath and can't control yourself, tears streaming down your face. How could he do this to you? He didn't have to write you a text or send you a bunch of gifts, you just wanted him to at least make a point of remembering your birthday. Maybe at least a "Happy Birthday" would be better than silence.

Ignoring the tightness in your chest, you sit down on the couch to read all the affectionate messages your family and friends have left. Trying not to remember that the person who simply lives with you has completely forgotten.

"Hey, how's she doing?" Pedri turns to face Gavi, he doesn't fail to arch an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, she who?"

"Y/N? What do you mean she who?"

Gavi looks at Pedri with a "Are you crazy?" expression and Pedri is even more confused that he is so randomly asking about you. "She's fine, same as always. Why are you asking me that out of the blue?"

Pedri lets out a weak laugh and Gavi can't help but frown. "I just thought she'd be mad that you had to come to practice on her birthday. Didn't you get a break? I swear Xavi was cool with it, but…"

Pedri interrupts Gavi on the spot and picks up his cell phone to check today's date, Holy shit….

"Holy shit, Gavi. What have I done?" he sits up and runs his hand through his hair nervously. Pedri can't hold back a nervous sigh and he remembers the way you looked different this morning, the way your eyes looked disappointed with every word he said.

"Don't tell me you forgot…" Gavi runs his hand across his forehead and doesn't fail to slap Pedri on the head. "Fuck you, you stupid. Go home and fix it, you dumb fuck."

After Gavi said this, Pedri couldn't contain himself and just picked up his cell phone and car keys. The despair and anxiety hit him when he saw that at was going to be a 40 minute ride judging by the awful traffic he was caught in while coming from the training center.

He only hoped that you could forgive him for that.

You hear the door slam in a rush and your expression already changes. Gavi texted you and it hurts even more to know that he only remembered because someone told him to. You turn toward the door as Pedri opens it and only cross your arms when you see his figure with an upset expression on his face.

"Baby, I…forgive me." He tries to move closer to you, but you push him away.

"Now you remember? Nice to know how important I am to you." You let out a wry smile and shake your head as if you couldn't believe Pedri's attitude.

He shrugs his shoulders and turns serious. "Please try to understand me. I have a lot on my mind."

"I also have several things to do and solve, Pedro. But, I have never forgotten a birthday of yours."

Pedri sits on the edge of the bed, fixing an invisible point with a stare that sends chills to your bones. "You're picking this argument for nothing. Because I forgot for a few hours you're going to undo everything I've done for you all year? The world won't stop because it's your birthday." When he says this, it's as if a knife had been plunged into his heart. Doesn't he understand that it isn't only about today? He has been getting more and more distant and it seems that everything about you is not so important to be remembered by him. "People go on working as usual, their problems don't end, their available times are the same. So it is natural that someone ends up forgetting your birthday. So if I have not remembered your day for a few hours, it does not necessarily mean that I have no consideration for you, that I am not a good boyfriend or anything like that."

You paused in the middle of the room, with teary eyes. "The thing is not just today, Pedro. You don't make a point of having me around anymore, and it seems like every day more and more you make it clear that things about me don't matter to you." Your eyes watering and the way your hand rests on your chest to try to push away this pain that only increases, he can only feel bad for making you feel this way. He wants to touch you and pull you into his embrace. "Whoever loves you automatically provides you with things that don't need to be begged. And I think that if you didn't mind my absence, maybe it's because my presence was never important to you and that scares me."

"I love you, I'm sorry if it made it seem like I don't care about your presence." He says while looking deep into your eyes, he says all this with his eyes shining and murmuring, as if it were your little secret.

He opened and closed his eyes, trying to keep the tears from falling from his eyes. He hates arguing with you and this feeling that you're about to run between his fingers, this shit hurts. He snuggles deeper into the bed and crosses his arms. You sighed, running a hand on your face.

The silence stretched on and on, you were afraid to say something and end up hurting both of you. "I…I think I'll sleep in the other room tonight." You say as you stare at the wall in front of you, and when you saw that he was going to say something, you interrupted him. "Just for today, just for today…I think we both need this space. To think."

He shakes his head in agreement, but more than anything, he just wanted to pull you into his arms and ask you to forgive him for all the times he made you feel this way. "Sleep here, I'll go to another room." He murmurs, already getting up, not even giving you time to say.

The night came and neither of you could sleep, you had never had a fight like this before, much less slept apart after one. You started a war without realizing it, without communicating, and that is the biggest mistake of all. You just wanted this night to pass and Pedri was controlling himself not to get up and hug you until that pain in his chest was gone, nothing hurts more than knowing that he hurts you.

As morning came, you could only sleep for a few hours and Pedri couldn't rest at all. He just wanted the morning to come soon so that you could talk and get this out of his chest, he couldn't accept losing you.

When you got up, Pedri was already in the kitchen preparing something for you to eat. You let a smile escape when you saw the way he was committed to cooking for you. "Good morning."

He turned to you and tried to relax his posture when he saw that you were more relaxed after yesterday's discussion. God, he has never seen you as beautiful as you are now. "Good morning, my love. Hey." He runs his hands through his sweatpants and approaches you a little fearfully, you lower your guards and let him hug you.

He squeezes you even tighter in his arms and leaves several kisses on your head, you can only sink further into his arms and nuzzle the tip of your nose against his neck. "Without your hug that comforts, without your kisses that fill me with so much love, without your company. I can no longer imagine a future where you are not, because you are always there!"

He says all this while his hands are running down your back in a caress. You listen to everything intently and try to take a deep breath as a weight comes off your shoulders. "I know I've been a jerk, I'm sorry about that. But under no circumstances should you think that I don't care enough about you." He pulls you away from his embrace so that you could look into each other's eyes while this conversation takes place. "Love is not confusion, love is staying together, even confused. It's working it out together. It's not walking away. I've reflected on all my actions this morning and I'm just sorry, I'm sorry for all the times I made you feel like it wasn't reciprocated."

You caress his face and let a smile escape. "It's okay."

"It's not okay, but now it will be. Love is about giving, believing, and sharing. Love is all of that and I want to be with you. I want to share my needs and your needs because making you happy is my goal." He leaves three kisses on your mouth and rests his forehead against yours. "Now let's go back to yesterday and make you have an extremely special day, today is all about you and me."

You can't hide your excitement and hug Pedri again. He has never broken a promise and you faithfully believe that he will review the actions that have hurt you. He is the person you trust most in the whole world.

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[poppy-metal]

Fake dating au when you both are visiting their parents estate because maybe it’s a holiday or someone in their family’s birthday or whatever event. While you’re both getting ready you two keep eyeing each other from the other side of the room, taking sneaky glances at one another, asking jordan to help you zip up your dress and putting on your necklace— which of course they help and their fingers hover after having clasped it into place..

You’re so nervous about making a good impression, about making Jordan look good and being like the perfect girl next door they lead you around the room with a hand on your lower back..

their hands would be slightly trembling as they drag the zipper up your spine to close the sides of your dress. they have to do the mr. darcy hand flex thing when they step away, because the sight of your bare back, the delicate slope of your waist, its all too much they try to physically shake the desire to touch you from their hands. It doesn't work though. it just gets worse, the wanting.

seeing you try so hard for their parents, harder even, then jordan tries for them. the hand at the back of your waist all night feels natural, and for a bit, they can play a game, think about it being real, about having a gem like you to show off to everyone. and you seem to melt into them, leaned towards them like flowers do for the sun. they think your acting is fucking unfairly good. cruel almost, for fucking with their heart.

that night, when you're both undressing faced away from eachother, you're both silent. jordan is listening to the flutter of your dress hit the floor, imagines it pooling around your feet, sees your bare back in their head again and they can't breathe the wanting is so intense.

"I'll sleep on the couch," they announce, because they can't share a bed with you. cant do it and not touch you. thats too much of an ask, even for them.

"jordan?" you ask, blinking, slipping into your nightgown. you glance at the bed. "what for? your beds big enough."

jordan grips the handle of their door and turns halfway to face you. "its fine. you can have it - "

"wont that be weird?" you press. "we're supposed to be a couple. couples share the same bed."

you see their jaw working. feel a flush of heat go through you when they look at you fully. still pressed against the door, though.

"couples also fuck." they say bluntly, sarcasm their best defense as always. "i mean, if we were a real couple, I'd definitely want to fuck you. in that bed." they exhale, "but we're not a real couple, so. couch it is."

"wait." you step forward. swallow. "I've been thinking, anyway. we should p-practice intimacy. if we wanna seem realistic..."

"intimacy." jordan echoes. stares at you.

you fiddle with your fingers, "like. we'll have to do more than just kiss for the cameras eventually. w - we should be used to touching eachother. just. i should be prepared.... i think. you always see those hot couple photos where they're caught doing something dirty! people will wanna see that! s-so. yeah- um-"

"freshmen." jordan steps away from the door. some of the tenseness has left their shoulders. their eyes are on you, and you flush at the way they seem to darken with interest. intrest in you. in touching you.

"y-yeah?"

"get on the bed."

#ask #jordan li x reader #fake dating au my beloved

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

A/N: Oops, I made this chapter a little angsty. I do love Nancy now, flaws and all. Oh, the title is a play on for stuck between a rock and a hard place. Thought it was funny.

Chapter One

Nancy Wheeler was confident in her decisions, to say the least. She never really doubted when she was in the right. It was a constant struggle, though, to look at someone's else's side of things. It was why she loved looking at the facts, put plain and simply before her. The facts are that she was interning at the local newspaper and that the news reporters seemed to hate women or look down on them at least. They surely didn't respect them.

"I mean, like what year are we in now? There are tons of female news reporters. Get ahead of the times!" Nancy complained.

"Well, there's a reason why people call this town so conservative. Will this town ever be willing to change?" Steve asked, shaking an invisible magic eight ball. "Sources say: unlikely. I mean, now, they really won't be subject to change with the way this mall moved in and took away their businesses."

"The same mall you work at?" Nancy asked in amusement. "By the way, what the hell are you wearing?"

"I can't believe you're just now noticing. This is my uniform," Steve said and flipped the hat back onto his head.

Nancy had stopped by Scoops Ahoy after coming into the mall to try to find Holly a birthday gift. She had spotted Steve behind the counter and had to stop in. Now, here they were, in the back room conversing like old friends. Steve stood up from the table and slowly twirled around before striking a pose. His back was to her, and he peered over his shoulder, his hand over his mouth as though he was shocked. His rear end was sticking out. He looked like he got caught doing something he shouldn't. Nancy burst into a fit of giggles.

"You're an idiot, Steve Harrington," Nancy said softly.

"And you're - uh - anyway, yes, this is my uniform. It's completely fucking embarrassing but not as embarrassing as being too stupid to get into anywhere," Steve said.

"Despite what I said before, you're not stupid. Although, you can be an idiot at times. It's not who you are, and if your dad ever makes you feel like that, then just send him my way. I'll kick his ass," Nancy said.

"You're the only person in the world I believe could actually take that asshole," Steve said.

"Thanks. I should probably go. I told mom I would be home soon," Nancy said, getting up.

"One thing first, and I'm not sure it was my place to say, but this job of yours. . .you're not getting paid, your skills aren't being put to good use, you have to ask what else am I getting out of this? What else am I learning?" Steve asked.

"Well, I'm learning what not to do," she said, and he laughed.

"You know, it's okay to give up something that's not working for you, and it's okay to fight for it. Whatever decision that works best for you, Nancy, it's okay," Steve said.

"Stop saying okay. I hate that word," Nancy said softly.

It made her stomach turn the way he said it softly, reminding her of the way he said it that night he told her to go with Jonathan. A small portion of guilt nestled in her stomach. She shook it away and smiled.

"It was good to see you again, Steve," Nancy said. "We should talk again soon."

"Definitely," Steve grinned. "Did I help at all?"

"Yeah, actually, you did," Nancy said.

As she walked out of the break room, she passed Steve’s co-worker Robin. She gave Nancy the stink eye. She wondered if it was because she thought there was something between her and Steve. Was Robin jealous of her? Did she want to date Steve? Or was she dating Steve? God, Nancy hoped not. She blushed, realizing that she had no right to be jealous of someone she didn't have any interest in anymore. . .or did she? Nancy walked briskly away, moving out of the parlor and towards the exit as quickly as possible. Halfway towards the exit, Nancy realized that she had left her purse. When she walked back in, there was a closed for lunch sign out front. She went in and headed towards the break room. She paused by the door when she heard her name.

"You're friends with your ex?" Robin asked. "That's a little. . . Unusual."

"I take what I can get," Steve said.

"What does that mean?" She asked and paused. "What? Are you still in love with her?"

Nancy sucked in a breath and waited hopefully for the right answer.

"I mean, I don't know. I guess so. How does one fully stop loving Nancy Wheeler?" Steve asked. "I just want her to be happy. If Jonathan makes her happy, then I'm happy, too."

"It doesn't kill you inside every time you hang out to see her with another guy?" Robin asked.

"Well, this is the first time we hung out in a while. After it all. . .ended, Nancy invited me to have lunch with her Jonathan, but I couldn't. . .it was too painful. I spent lunch in my car blasting Careless Whisper and crying. I got my heart broken, and I didn't have any friends. I mean, the friends I had I walked away from. They were assholes, yes, but I knew Tommy all of my life, and he wasn't always like that. My parents were never home, still aren't, and I just had no one. The kids I started to babysit helped a lot, but considering they were kids and one of them was Nancy's brother, I couldn't exactly talk to them about this," Steve said. "Before we broke up, I tried everything to befriend Jonathan because I knew how much he meant to Nancy. I guess I just didn't want to admit how much."

Nancy pressed her hand to her mouth, tears filling her eyes as she tried to muffle her sobs. She didn't know anything about all of that or the fact that Steve tried to make friends with Jonathan.

"You didn't want to lose her. The fact that you tried to befriend him says a lot about you," Robin said. "I wouldn't have been able to do that."

"I can't hate her for making the choice that she did. I was never enough to be it for her, but I respect her choice even if I don't like it. I can't force her - " Steve choked up. "I can't force her to love me."

"So pathetic," Robin said softly with a hint of affection and Steve laughed.

"Definitely pathetic," Steve said and paused. "I miss her so much that it's stupid. I just wish that I could move on. I think I'm trying too hard. I guess I can't force that either."

"I think I can help with that," Robin said in a mischievous voice. "It requires me taking over the whiteboard, though. What are your preferences?"

"Men, women," Steve said.

"I meant like how do you want me to tease you mercilessly while I do this, but that is. . . That is good to know," Robin said. "Um, right, thanks for telling me."

Crying softly, Nancy quietly and quickly walked away. She'd get her purse some other time. She ran all the way to the bathroom and locked herself in a stall. What he had said then was something she always suspected about Steve, but she never asked, never wanted to be pushy about that part of his life in case he wasn't aware, but turns out, he was. It was all the other stuff that was overwhelming her. She couldn't stop picturing Steve alone in his car, crying. She had so wanted to believe that he had been fine, that he wouldn't be affected by what happened. Or maybe she just hoped that he wouldn't care because it was easier to escape the fact that she fucked up. She didn't intend to hurt Steve, but she did it anyway, and maybe there was another reason why she didn't want to think about how he felt or that moment at the school. She didn't want to think about him walking away from her after begging her to tell him that she loved him. She didn't want to think about him telling her it was okay or hearing him call himself a shitty boyfriend. It was easier to ignore all of that than to admit that she didn't feel like she deserved him.

Jonathan doesn't deserve for her to think that way either because her relationship with him means something, doesn't it? Everything happened so quickly. Maybe that was why she wanted it to happen so fast. Why she had acted the way she did with her feelings for Jonathan? She wanted to destroy her relationship with Steve, to make him hate her the way she hated herself, and she wanted him to feel guilty the way that she did with Barb. She was so mad at her before she died. Why couldn't Barb have understood that it was her choice to have sex with Steve? That the moment he talked to her, it was decided, and the very moment his lips touched hers. She bought a new bra, bought a new sweater, and she even lied to her mom about why she needed birth control.

"This isn't you, Nance," Barb had said.

"Why couldn't you have just gone home?" Nancy whispered to the empty bathroom.

The real person she wanted to be angry with was Barb, and how grotesque was that? How could she be angry at Barb for being in the wrong place at the wrong time? No, because if Barb had gone home and just let her make her choice, then Barb would still be alive. Nancy's stomach rolled. That's what Steve represented, not his guilt because he did nothing, but her own for being so angry with Barb before she died and for being angry after. The real person to be angry with, she knew, was Dr. Brenner. He was the man who started all of this, who led Barbara to her death. If she could bring him back and kill him again, she'd kill him a thousand times. She couldn't go down that road again. She knew the risks she took when she sought justice for Barb. She risked the whole damn town to do it. She wasn't sure she could put something like on Steve again because she still loved him, and he deserved better than that. Nancy wiped her face and came out of the bathroom to find Robin leaning against the wall. She was holding her purse.

"You left this. I saw you run in here. Damn, you're fast," Robin said and handed her the purse.

"Thanks," Nancy said, taking the purse and Robin narrowed her eyes at her.

"You came back for the purse. You heard us," Robin said, and Nancy didn't say anything. "You still love him."

"He deserves better," Nancy said.

"Doesn't he also deserve to make that choice for himself?" Robin asked.

"I - why do you care so much?" Nancy asked.

"I'm a firm believer in second chances. Without them, I wouldn't be here. My mother thought she'd never see my father again or to tell how she felt, but the chance came around again, so . . . Here I am," Robin said, raising her hands up in a shrug. "Gotta believe that there's hope for everyone."

Nancy stared at her for a moment, trying to figure her out. She washed her hands and dried them off.

"Don't tell Steve about this," Nancy said softly.

"Tell him what?" Robin shrugged and left the bathroom.

When Nancy walked into the house, Holly was playing barber shop with Mike's hair while he screeched that she was pulling his hair on purpose. Judging by the mischievous look on Holly's face, she was. Nancy smiled and shook her head before walking into the kitchen where her mother was making lunch.

"Hey, Nance. Did you find what you were looking for at the mall?" Karen asked.

"I think so," Nancy said softly as she stared at her mother.

She realized then where the choice she made with Jonathan was leading her. It was the path that she thought Steve would lead her down to: an unhappy marriage. She still liked Jonathan right now, and she wanted to continue to like him. Not that her mom didn't love her dad. It's just that she didn't like him very much. She wanted a partner that she not only liked but loved as well.

"We like Steve, but we don't love Steve," Murrary had taunted.

Nancy blushed furiously. He had been wrong. She should have said something then, defended Steve then because it was true. She liked Steve, and she loved him too. As much as she cared for Jonathan, as much as she liked him, she didn't love him the way that she loved Steve. The more she thought about Steve, the more she started to remember everything that she loved about their relationship. She remembered nights when they would curl up and watch Tom Cruise movies. They would both gush and giggle over him. Thinking about it now, he definitely had a crush on him like she did. She remembered watching him bake, and when a Bob Seger song came on, he would pull her in his arms to dance. He wasn't afraid to let her lead either. It wasn't just Bob Seger. It was Queen, Bowie, and Madonna. Occasionally, it was stuff like Eddie Van Halen, too. She loved the fact that he didn't just have a particular genre that he loved. He appreciated all sorts. And when she had to babysit Holly, he would come over to help, and he was always so good with her. He was good with both Holly and Mike. She loved the way that he wasn't afraid to be an absolute dork. Her dad was a quiet man, but he always some managed to pull a conversation out of Ted, and he loved to help her mother in the kitchen. She remembered all if without the cloud of guilt weighing her down.

"Nancy, honey, are you okay?" Karen asked.

"I messed everything up," Nancy burst into tears.

Chapter Two

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #nancy wheeler x steve harrington #stancy #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #nancy wheeler x eddie munson #edancy #nancy wheeler x steve harrington x eddie munson #stedancy #nessie #robin buckley #lesbian robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic stobin #platonic ronance #platonic reddie #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #pansexual nancy wheeler #stranger things fanfiction

[kisses4lao]

Jamil Jamil, hes our man! (🍋Jamil x gn!reader🍋)

Okay so this is a belated birthday gift for my beloved boyfriend <<333

I mainly based the things reader says and does over things he'd personally do but I did want to post this on here so he could read it anytime

♧CW: reader is referred to with they/them but is fem bodied, smut and comfort, probably ooc jamil bc we love it when he's soft, first time sex, reader is dealing with a lot of shit fuck and jamil Is so sweet such husband, unsafe sex, its premarital too, jamil has big pp energy so he absolutely has a big pp here, he doesn't know how to use it tho pls help this man, bath sex and cockwarming near the end btw, smut smut smut oh so smutty we love him!!!!!! Also jamil cums inside?? Idk I might do that ig we'll see LMAO, oh also pet names, oh so many pet names bc me and my boyfriend use them on eachother all the time

♤!!ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC ARE 18+!!♤

♤NOT PROOFREAD yall ever proofread a smut??? Its embarrassing. Im not doing that.

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♧ it had been one hell of a week.

Everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. Grim was sick beyond belief, no amount of tuna could help him stomach anything. You TRIED to buy more paper towels and better probiotics for him from Sam's shop, but you couldn't afford them because Crowley wasn't paying you enough.

Speaking of Crowley, he had to cut back on your paychecks because the school was putting out too much money for the overblots.

Ace and Deuce were over at ramshackle to help get things fixed up, but the ghosts decided that wasn't a good idea. They started throwing everything around, and one of them hit deuce in the head with a spare candlestick on accident. He wasn't okay, to say the least.

Not only that, but in Crewels class, you weren't paired up with your beloved boyfriend, Jamil! Crewel decided to pair you up with Sebek, and his loud yelling made you lose focus and fuck up the potion, earning a really bad scold from both Sebek, AND Crewel.

But luckily, it was Friday. After school. And you wanted some comfort. And what better way to get that from Jamil himself? Going to the mirror chamber, you get teleported to Scarabia.

Knocking on the door, you're greeted with the ball of sunshine of NRC, the Scarabia housewarden himself. "Hey you! I've been hoping you'd swing by, Jamil seems a little down, think you can cheer him up?" Seems like he's in the same position. No worries, you guys are always help eachother through bad times. Having kalim escort you throughout the halls, you're infront of his door, Jamils door.

Knocking on the door, Kalim yells out to him, "hey Jamil! Your s/o is here! They wanna hang out with you!" He leans on the door, ear pressed against it as you do the same. You can hear jamil yawn from the other side, seems as though he just woke up.

"Come in." He says. Kalim bids his farewell as you open the door to see your beloved. "Ah, my love, I've been hoping you'd come by." He said with a smile as he stood up from his desk. "Jamil! I'm so glad you're here, I heard from Kalim that you were upset.. are you okay?" "I'm more worried about you, dear. You've had quite the week. I've been worrying about you, thats all."

He walks over to his closet and pulls out a stick of incense. Lighting it up and putting it in a holder, he begins to walk over to you. "How are you doing? Are you okay?" He asks as he takes your hands and leads you to sit on his bed, sitting next to you after. You start to twiddle your thumbs, something he picked up that you did when you were nervous.

"I'm just.. I'm so tired... mentally, physically, everything hurts.." you say as you begin to shed tears. Jamil lightly cups your face with one hand and takes your hands in his empty one. He leaves Featherlite kisses on you cheeks as your tears start to spill, he places a soft kiss on your lips before speaking. "Honey, I know this is hard, okay? But im here whenever you need me. I'll always be here, no matter what. You're such an amazing person, everything about you entices me. You're so beautiful, and smart- and I just can't stand seeing you upset. You're so amazing, you don't deserve to feel like this, but im here for you. Always."

Looking into his eyes show nothing but love. He slowly leans in to kiss your lips. Its soft, and sweet. Perfect for him, his lips are so soft against yours. After a few seconds, he pulls away, letting a string of saliva connect the two of you as he places his forehead against yours. "I love you, never forget that." He says, placing another soft kiss on your lips.

"I love you too." You say, deepening the kiss. You begin to nibble on his lower lip, asking for permission and when he gives you it, you slip your tongue in. His mouth is sweet, warm, comforting. You just couldn't help but want more.

You can tell he was getting excited. He usually does when the two of you make out, but he doesn't say anything most of the time. He just excuses himself and takes care of it, coming back like nothing happened. But, what if you just, took it further this time? I mean, Jamil was such an amazing boyfriend, who else would you want to take your first? You knew he was a virgin too, though you have talked about sex in the past with him you couldn't help but notice how shy he'd get when you got too close.

Taking the initiative, you place your palm on his growing bulge, just to earn a surprised grunt from Jamil, followed with him pulling away from the kiss and halting your movements by holding your wrist. "(Y/n).. what are you doing? I mean, I know what you're doing, but are you sure nows a good time? I mean, like, I want to do this, I do, but, you're upset.. you're vulnerable.. I dont want to take advantage of that. I want you to be in the right mindset for this.. thats all." He looks at you with genuine concern in his eyes, but deep down you can see a hint of lost aswell.

"Jamil.. please, I need you. I've wanted this for so long and I just need a stress reliever.. please, you're the only one who can make me feel better.." tears start to form in your eyes out of sexual frustration. Cant someone just want to be dicked down by their boyfriend in peace? Apparently not in this economy.

Jamil takes a second to think, hand still cupping your face as he avoids looking you in the eye. Looking back at you, he begins to speak. "I just don't want you to think im taking advantage of your vulnerability. So, tell me you want this, and I'll give you everything I have. Promise." He says as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I want this, I want you Jamil." You say with a nod. A smile shows on his face as he stands up and walks to his bathroom. Coming back after a few moments, he has some things in his hands. "I have condoms and stuff, but if you want to we can do it raw and have you take plan b in the morning? Whatever you want dear, im fine with whatever." Taking a minute to scan everything over, you answer. "Raw. Raw is better. Cum inside me too. Please." Blunt. Jamil got so red from you saying that, he starts tripping over his words, which puts a smile on your face.

"Are you sure? Like, SERIOUSLY, are you sure?? I'm just, I-I'm flattered, really, but we don't have to do this, im okay with wearing condoms, or not doing anything at all!" Jamil says as he avoids looking you in the eyes again. Instead of answering with words, you just answer by kissing him, interlocking your fingers with his, giving them a tight yet gentle squeeze. He seems to take the hint and goes back to the bathroom with everything in hand, putting it away.

He comes back looking as red as a tomato as he walks to the bed and sits next to you. Turning to you, you're able to finally be able to catch his lips into a sweet kiss again. This one getting heated quickly with your tongues dancing in a matter of seconds. You begin to take his jacket off as he slowly unbuttons your dress shirt, leaving enough open so he can begin touching your exposed skin. Slipping of his shirt, you begin to touch his chest, reveling in how toned his stomach is.

He begins to slip off your panties with one hand while the other touches the plush of your thighs. Taking the undergarments off and throwing them somewhere in the room, the takes his middle and ring finger and begins to grab slick while unintentionally brushing up against your clit, earning a loud, unexpected moan from you. He begins to push his fingers into your entrance while kissing you, swallowing and hushing your moans.

As he begins to pump his two fingers in and out of you, he takes his thumb and begins to stimulate your clit, which makes you scream his name whilst breaking your kiss. "Shhh honey, I know you like it, but we must be quiet, we don't want anyone intruding, do we?" He says with a tease in his voice as he begins sucking hickeys on your neck in private places. You still have school after all, he wouldn't want you to get in trouble.

With all of the stimulation, you can quite quickly. How couldn't you? Jamil had two fingers inside you, scissoring and curling while his thumb was rubbing circles on you clit. Coming down from your high, you take steady breaths as Jamil begins to unbuckle his belt, taking his pants and boxers off in one go.

Placing one hand on your hip as his other aligns his long, stiff member with your entrance, he looks into your eyes with nothing bit pure love. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, or want to switch positions, or stop or anything during this, just bite my ear okay? And im not saying nibble, im saying full on bite. I dont give a shit if you draw blood i just want you to be comfortable and happy, okay?" Nodding your head in anticipation, he kisses you as he slowly sinks his member into you.

It hurts. The pain is indescribable, but it quickly morphs into pleasure as he sinks in more. Jamil begins to groan, softly saying under his breath how tight you are, how you're taking him so well, how beautiful you look. Spoonfeeding you praise after praise as he reaches you deepest ends of you.

Finally bottoming out, he hugs your waist, kissing your neck softly. "Tell me when I can move, love." Waiting a minute or two to be adjusted to his size, you speak up. "You can move now." And with that, he begins to thrust in and out of you. Choked moans fill the room from you both as he tries to find a steady pace.

Jamil begins to lean down to your ear, praising how good you feel, telling you how amazing you are and telling you how lucky he is to have you. As he begins to thrust harder and deeper, he begins to kiss you. Its more teeth and tongue than anything, you're both acting like starved beasts who haven't eaten in days.

As Jamil experimentally pulls out and slams his cock back into you, the both of you groan loudly, realizing that he hit your g-spot. As he continues to go in and out of you at a rapid, yet somehow soft pace, you begin to feel his cock twitch inside of you.

Leaning to your ear, he praises you more. "My love, you're making me feel so good. I know you already said I could, but will you please give me permission to cum inside you? You make me feel so amazing, I need you so bad." He says as you moan his name again, not caring who'll hear anymore. Nodding as permission, he releases he load into you, making a few deep thrusts so you cum aswell.

Laying together to catch your breaths, Jamil slowly pulls out, watching as your body twitches from being empty. Going into his bathroom again, he grabs two waters and some sweets for you. "Eat up. You lost a lot of energy just now. I'll go and run a bath for us."

Once you're finished with your snacks and water, Jamil carries you bridal style to the bathroom. Placing you in the bath first, he climbs in after you. He then snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. As he begins to wash you up, shampooing your hair and putting bodywash on you, your hands find their way back to his semi hardened member. Jamil practically chokes on his moan as you begin to stroke him, running your finger up and down his shaft.

He looks at you with confusion, earning a small chuckle from you. "One more round? Please?" You say, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He let's out a sigh, picking you up by the waist and slowly sinking you down on his now hardened cock. Getting into a position where your face is buried in his chest, you're content with not moving and just staying as is.

As he begins to wash you more, barely moving his hips as his one hand grips your waist, he starts to kiss more marks into your neck again. "My love, you've sparked something in me. Now im not sure if I can stop after 'one more round'," he practically growls in your ear. This may have been one long week, but this was going to be an even longer night.

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#jamil viper #jamil x yuu #jamil x mc #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil viper smut #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #kalim is here btw hes just not important #we still love him though dont worry #twst jamil

[deathclassic]

another LONG list of fic recs

but this time they're old, they're fuckin old and you should read them bc theyre so so good.

some of these are/were crossposted to fanfiction.net and all these are posted between 2011-2013 so keep that in mind too

I'll Hit the Earth With You  by mytimehaspassed

Some things don't change by why_me_why_not

Me and You, Baby by cigarettestainedeyes

Never Thought You'd Make Me Perspire, Never Thought I'd Do You The Same by cigarettestainedeyes

Fucked For Life by toejamfootball

I Only Came For The Free Beer  by townpariah

so, have you figured it out? by chivasintead1

Born Fucked by goldendoods

and it always comes back to you  by chivasintead1

Small Talk by quaffles

taking something (even when you know you don't need it) by purplecatsweater

Whoever Said Jealousy Was A Sin Didn't Know The End Result  by MintSauce

Only Sometimes by Smokemycancer

Mickey Milkovich: Cock Sucker by TWCooper

Shooting Stars  by Smokemycancer

Hopeless Wanderer  by 3hree6ix5ive 

Never Even Kissed by OkayKaylyn

Bullets and Books by MintSauce

Birthday Wishes by MintSauce

Amnesia by MintSauce

The Halfway House series by MintSauce

Fallen Devil  by gargoyles42

Run with Me  by Smokemycancer

Second Kiss by Daiya

just the same but brand new by orphan_account

Joint To A Crackhouse by MintSauce

I'll Sit With You by MintSauce

Every Love and Every Pretense by MintSauce

Memories and Scars by MintSauce

Kill For You by MintSauce

With a Bullet to the Back by MintSauce

Death to Terry Milkovich Party by girlunafraid23

Not So Subtle by 3hree6ix5ive

To cry on your shoulder by lyil

Dinner for two? by manspirations

Take Me In by MintSauce

Call Me Hopeless, Not Romantic by OkayKaylyn

PLAYDATE by therearethingsineed (orphan_account)

Sibling Bonding is Overrated by mac_haze

Do you care at all? by LoveLetter

Fucking Pineapples by MintSauce

his secret alone by fuckingkinney

Don't by helizabethg

Don't by afragileheart

Bits and Pieces by MonstersandMortals

The Interrupters by verily_i_say

Stop Your Wishing and Start Listening by writesaboutboys

Tell Me A Secret by MintSauce

Conversations Between Ghosts by MintSauce 

Not The Worst Thing by MintSauce

#gallavich #shameless #fanfic #fic rec

[the-froschamethyst4]

Reality Check

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Soap x Wife! Raeder

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, angst, harsh language, spoiled brat, married couple, slight comparing to siblings, arguing, happy ending,

𖤐Summary: Your young daughter hangs out with the wrong crowd and your oldest child gives her a bit of a reality check

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Kiara was surrounded by her 'friends' at lunch. Kiara was a 7th grader in middle school. Her mom and dad were able to get her to the same school her older went to.

A high-end private school.

Her older brother Ryker held a good reputation in the school and everyone knew Kiara because of Ryker.

But Kiara was just making herself look stupid hanging out with these type of girls and not girls that actually wanna be her friends. What I mean is Kiara hangs out with the rich, spoiled brat, daddies money girls.

They pack around Louis Vuitton bags, Gucci belts holding up their skirts, end up makeup, and high end skin care that they don't need but yell at their parents for.

Kiara didn't have that, she'd be lucky if she even got the latest new phone. Her mom worked as an assistant to a Law Firm and her dad was in the Military and wasn't home a lot, so her mom was doing a lot of the work.

A mom working 40 hours a week, barely a husband that comes home. Ryker sometimes had to step in and be a parent a few times. But he doesn't blame his parents. They're just busy people and try to be there for their kids.

Kiara laughed with her 'friends' as they made fun of the group of girls who liked to play video games. Kiara deep down liked to play video games, but stopped to fit in with her friends.

"Oh, girls, I'm having a sleepover, tomorrow, for my birthday, don't forget to bring gifts," her friend Lily says. Lily was like...Regena George, popular and rich and everyone 'liked' her.

Not really

The girls giggled as Kiara just smiled at Lily.

"Bring expensive gifts," Lily emphasized on the word expensive.

Kiara didn't have any of her own money, and Y/n was strict on what to buy for a 12-13 year-old.

"Oh I already know what I'm bringing."

"Same."

"Yeah, you're going to LOVE it, Lily."

"Kiara?"

"Huh?"

"Are you coming?" Lily asked, placing her hand on her arm after she got done picking at her newly fresh nails.

"Yeah, I think so...I'd-"

"Have to ask your mom?" Lily mocked Kiara. Kiara used to say she'd have to ask her mom a lot and Lily was tired of it and 'taught' Kiara how to do whatever she wants without her mom knowing, but her mom was good, she knows almost everything that Kiara is up to.

"No," Kiara says. "Nah, fuck my mom, I'll come, I'll catch a ride," Kiara says.

"Good."

The girls kept talking as Kiara rubbed her arm.

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2:30PM

"MAMA! I'M HOME!!" Kiara yells from downstairs and kicked her shoes off at the front door.

"She's not home," Ryker came around the corner with an apple in his hands.

"Is she at work?"

"She was just called in, I got home an 1 hour ago and she was asked to come in," he says.

"Oh good, can you take me to the mall?"

"Why?" Ryker questioned her.

"Because it's Lily's birthday tomorrow and I want to get her a gift," Kiara says, placing her bag on a bar stool.

"Who cares, and mom won't let you go."

"She won't have to know, if you just take me."

"Hell no, I'm not taking you."

"WHY NOT!?" Kiara yells.

"Because mom hates Lily, you know this, but yet you still choose to be friends with her."

"Because Lily is nice to me."

"She treats you like a slave, Kiara," Ryker tells her.

"No, she doesn't."

"Did she say get an expensive gift?" Ryker raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah and?"

"With what money are you going to get her an expensive gift?"

"You can help me-"

"Fuck no, Kiara!"

"THIS IS SO UNFAIR!!"

"HOW IS IT UNFAIR!?"

"Because why do I bother going to some fancy private rich kid school if I can't even get expensive things?"

"You should be fucking lucky you even got into that school, Kiara. Mom and dad worked their asses off just to get you thought the fucking door," Ryker tells her.

"Kids?"

"Dad," both kids say at the same time.

"Where's your mom?"

"Work, she got called in-dad tell Kiara she can't go to Lily's house tomorrow."

"Lily?" Soap was confused.

"She's some girl that treats Kiara like a slave."

"SHE DOES NOT!! OH MY FUCKING GOD, RYKER!!"

"HEY!" Soap yells at his daughter. "What the hell did you just say?" Kiara knew she fucked up when the word slipped past her lips.

"Dad-"

"Room. now. When your mom comes home, we're having a discussion," Soap points to the stairs and Kiara had hot tears in her eyes and rushed upstairs and Soap heard her door slam shut. "What the hell was going on?" Soap asked, Ryker.

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9:00PM

Y/n had come home, taking her heels off at the front door and saw Soap coming towards her.

"Soap," she smiles at him, she placed her hands on his forearms kissing his lips.

"Hi, love," he says into the kiss. "We have a bit of an issue."

"What kind of issue?" She asked.

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Ryker had explained everything, Y/n and Soap went upstairs to their daughters bedroom. Y/n knocked and heard a low grumble. She opens the door and both parents walk in.

"Kiara?"

"I'm tired...leave me alone..."

"Sit up, Kiara," Soap says, a bit stern, Y/n placed her hand on his shoulder as a 'calm down.'

"Kiara, I want to know from you what happened?" Y/n asked.

"Fine," Kiara sits up. "I HAVE A RICH FRIEND, WHO WANTS AN EXPENSIVE BIRTHDAY GIFT BUT I CAN'T EVEN GET IT FOR HER BECAUSE I HAVE NO MONEY AND NONE OF YOU ARE GOING TO HELP ME GET IF FOR HER!"

"Is this rich friend, Lily? You know how I feel about Lily-"

"MOM! PLEASE! I DON'T CARE, SHE IS MY FRIEND!"

"Kiara if you don't stop yelling at your mother-" Y/n stops Soap.

"Kiara Amelia McTavish," Kiara knows the full name isn't a good sign. "You are a lucky girl, you wanna know why?"

"Why mom?" Kiara asked a bit annoyed.

"Because," Y/n walks into the bedroom and sat next to Kiara. "You have a mom and dad that loves you, an older brother that paved the way for you for middle school, but...I am tired of you coming home and asking for outrageous things...last week you asked for a Prada bag-"

"A month ago, you asked for a Gucci belt," Soap joins in.

"This isn't you asking for outrageous and expensive thing."

"Then what is the point of going to a rich kid school, if we're poor?"

"For an education, and we're not poor," Soap says. "We just don't think a 13-year-old needs such expensive things, your brother doesn't even have such expensive things..."

"Why do you think you want them, Kiara?" Y/n asked, placing her hand on Kiara's back.

"Because I want to fit in with my friends, they all have expensive things and carry the most expensive and luxury things, I want to fit in, I feel out of place when I sit with them at lunch," Kiara says.

"Kiara, you are an amazing and smart young girl, you shouldn't need expensive things to feel like you need to fit in...aren't there other girls at the school that don't have expensive things?"

"Yeah but...Lily hates them, she makes fun of them all the time, if I leave the friend group to have those girls as my friends, Lily won't speak or hang out with me."

"Who cares, Kiara."

"Ryker-"

"No mom, I'm sorry, but I am so tired of hearing, Kiara only talk about Lily and what Lily wants, she never thinks about her own feelings only Lily's. Kiara, she treats you like a slave. You are my little sister and I am tired of this Lily girl."

"I agree with Ryker," Soap says.

Kiara rolled her eyes at her family.

"Kiara," she looks at her mom. "I want you to do the right thing...okay?"

"Whatever."

"Till then, you're grounded," Soap says.

"WHAT WHY!?"

"Because of the yelling at your mother and cussing at me." She rolled her eyes again. "And for rolling your eyes at us," Soap and Ryker left her bedroom as Y/n moved her daughter dark brown hair from her face and kissing her temple.

"I know you'll do the right thing, Kiara," she says, getting off the bed and heading to her bedroom to change from her work clothes.

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Kiara was laying on her stomach on her phone and having her laptop play a random YouTube video. She was on Amazon looking at gifts for Lily, but she shuts her phone off and tossed it on her pillow.

She falls on her back and looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm not going tomorrow," Kiara says as she walked into the dinning room, Ryker was eating leftover spaghetti.

"Okay?" Ryker says as he was still eating.

"Where's mom and dad?"

"Eating out, tonight, date night," he says.

"Are they bring anything back?"

"Maybe, this is just to hold me over till they get back," he says picking at the leftovers. "So you made up your mind?"

"Yeah...you were right..." she hates to admit that to him, since Ryker has a 'big ego' as Kiara says. "Lily is a bitch."

"Aren't you grounded for cursing?"

"You gonna snitch to dad?"

"No," he smirks.

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Y/n and Soap came back kicking their shoes off at the front door and seeing Ryker on the couch watching TV and Kiara on her phone.

"We brought some food back," Y/n says, placing a plastic bag of food on the marble counter. Kiara and Ryker jump off the couch and started to open the bag and pulling out their food.

"Thanks," Ryker says for the both of them.

"Kiara," Soap opens his hand, letting her know she shouldn't have her phone. She groans and slaps her phone on his palm. "You'll get it back later."

"When's later?"

"Friday," he says. She tossed her head back knowing she'll have to wait a week to get her phone back.

Ryker smirks and Kiara punched his arm. Y/n just giggled at her kids.

After a while Soap and Y/n were snuggled against each other watching their favorite show as Ryker was in his room playing video games and Kiara was scrolling on her laptop.

She then saw in the bottom corner a notification from Lily to the group chat. She opened the message and read it.

Lily: The party is actually going to be at our Lake house Here's the address

Jade: OMG it's huge, I'm DEFINITLY coming

Angel: Oh yes! I'll so be there

Lily: Kiara, are you coming?

Kiara started to type and she knows everyone could see bubbles popping up letting them know she was typing, but she stops before she hits send and started to backspace it.

She left the group chat and started to watch her YouTube again.

Then the notifications started to pour in. Them asking her questions if she changed her mind, did she forget she was typing and then a personal message from Lily popped up making Kiara click it and see.

Lily: Hey, saw you were texting in the group chat, the location changed to my lake house, are you coming, if so can you bring snacks and soda?

Kiara: Actually Lily, I'm not Have someone else bring your snacks and soda, ask Angel or something, I'm not coming

Lily: Did you not ask your mom or something? Did your brother say no on the ride? I can send our butler out there to go get you

Kiara: Fuck no, keep your butler away from my house, I have made up my mind to not come to your lame ass birthday party

Lily: WHAT!? KIARA MCTAVISH WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS AND I DON'T WANT YOU SITTING WITH US AT LUNCH!!!

Kiara: Fine by me, bitch

Kiara blocked Lily's number along with the rest of the 'friends' numbers. She closed her laptop and got under the covers and fell asleep.

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Monday

Kiara saw her old friends eating and laughing and Lily was showing off her new gifts.

Kiara looked past the group and saw the girls that played video games just behind them playing on their switches and seeing like they were having fun together.

Kiara put on a brave face and walked past her old group of friends to the other girls.

Lily and the others all gave Kiara a nasty look as she passed them but she ignored their stares and glares and mentally imagined herself flipping off Jade, sticking her tongue out at Angel and slapping the shit out of Lily.

"Hi."

"Oh hi, Kiara."

"Can I sit with you?"

"Sure," the girl moved over letting Kiara sit next to her as Kiara placed her bag between her feet and placed her lunch on the metal table.

"Have you ever played this?" She asked Kiara.

"No," Kiara shakes her head.

"Here, try it," she gives Kiara her switch and showed Kiara how to play it. "Wow, you did that so easily."

"I use to play video games," she says.

"Here..." she writes down her number and gives it to Kiara. "We should play together sometime."

"I'd like that," Kiara gives her a soft smile and saved her number.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #john soap mctavish x you #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish

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birthday girl

moder!au pairing; ellie williams x fem!reader cw; language, (brief) 18+ content , alcohol use, modern!au, (brief) underage drinking (reader is turning 20, while ellie is 22) an; i only did this cuz my bday was yesterday (may 5th) ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

I placed my keys and bag right at the front door, leaning against the front door to mentally prepare myself for whatever Ellie had planned for my birthday today.

"Ellie!" I called out, knowing she had to be somewhere in our shared apartment, "I'm home, Ellie!"

"Don't any of turn the lights on. Just come to the bedroom," her voice came from down the hall, exactly from our bedroom.

My legs carried me through the dim hall, passing by the closed bathroom, a bit annoyed as it looked as though she left the light on in there. Jesus, our utility bills are gonna be so fucking crazy, I can feel it.

"El?" I called out to her again, not seeing her anywhere in the room. Not because it was dark, there were a few candles lit in the bedroom, a bunch of different flower petals all over the floor and plenty more on the bed. On either side of the bed, there were an almost absurd amount of 'Happy Birthday!' balloons, which of course made me giggle at them.

"Hey, baby," Ellie kissed on the nape of my neck, a glass of wine entering my peripheral view on both sides of me, "happy birthday, gorgeous. Got you a drink."

"Ellie, I'm a minor," I joked, biting my lip and turning to face up at her. She rolled her eyes before handed me the drink anyways.

"Ugh, shut up and take the damn drink. No one's here to bust us."

"You're going to jail," I whispered, keeping eye contact with the woman in front of me as I took a sip from the cup handed to me. Ellie chuckled and did the same, her hand reaching for my waist and looking me up and down a few times.

"Why's the bathroom light on?"

"It's not."

"Then why's there light coming from beneath the-"

"One thing at time princess," Ellie chuckled, "Take these clothes off, I'll show you why the 'light' is on," Ellie took both our glasses, placing them on the nightstand on her side of the bed before coming back to me and slowly starting to strip.

"Oh, you were serious," I raised a brow, following her lead.

"Of course I was serious. Keep your bra and panties on though."

"Oh, but you can walk around without a bra on?"

"I have no fucking tits. What do I need to wear a bra for?"

I pouted at Ellie, tossing my shirt at her and unbuttoning my jeans, "whatever. Whore."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, you whore," I giggled, putting my hands on her chest as she closed the distance between us, smirking and letting her hand latch onto my hips.

"I dare you to say it again."

"No. I'm good on that," I smiled up at her, doing my best to keep my eyes on her.

"Pussy," Ellie nodded, "take your pants off, let's go," the freckled woman, left to the bathroom without me which sent me into a bit of a panic and I nearly died taking my pants off.

After a little bit, I found Ellie bent over the bathtub, dumping a handful of bath salts into the bubbly water. I also noticed the candles on the sink, the toilet and the two front corner of the tub. On the mirror, the words 'one year left until you can buy alcohol... legally' was written in pink dry erase marker.

A giggle left me as Ellie turned to me and gently tugged at my undergarments, asking to peel them off me. I gave her the green light, watching as she kneeled down, a little too excited to undress me.

"You're so pretty, baby. So pretty."

"I know. You told me about eight million times today, Ellie."

"That's not enough."

"It is for me."

"Yeah, to you. Not me," Ellie tossed them to the side, standing up so she could undo my bra now, "I didn't know if you wanted a bubble bath or just bath salts so I did both for you. Get in, the water is boiling, just how you like it."

"Oh, how thoughtful," I scoffed, watching Ellie now completely undress herself and then help me in the tub with her. I took her hand, sitting in front of her and her behind me, of course.

Right off the bat, Ellie started massaging my back, leaving a trail of kisses every now and again. Her hands would sometimes find their way to my thighs or breasts but she would hesitantly pull away, replacing her lewd actions with kisses and more massages.

"Just do it, babe. I deserve it. Work was stressful and it's my birthday."

"Thank fuck," she huffed, instantly going to grope my tits and kiss the side of my neck, "I've been waiting way too long for you to get home."

"I can tell," I grinned at her comment, shutting my eyes while she had her little fun, "No ice cream cake?"

"It's in the freezer."

"Mmm, we're not lighting it tonight are we?"

"Definitely not, sweetheart," Ellie huffed, biting down my shoulder and moving her hands down to my thighs, kneading them like dough, "fuck, I missed you all day, you don't understand. My favorite birthday girl."

I wanted to respond, truly but Ellie was dipping her toe into an exhilarating trance and I followed right beside her. Her little grunts and groans were not helping either of us leave this rapture. Her long fingers had slipped inside of me, sending a shiver down my back and a soft gasp leaving me. I could feel her lips curl into a grin on my shoulder. Ellie was definitely going to start acting like a dickhead, she was already too far in. That was until we were startled by a knock on the door.

"The fuck?" we spoke in sync, Ellie hugging me close to her rather than attempting to move, "did you invite anyone over?" I muttered, removing her hands and getting out of the tub.

"No. Dina, Joel, and Jesse said they'd come over but I told them not to."

"You know they don't listen to anyone, damn it," I rolled my eyes, handing Ellie a towel as she stepped out after me and went to the room, I assumed to get us robes.

"I'm sorry. I was truing to give you a good birthday present. But these jackasses-."

"Minus Joel!" I cut Ellie off, punching her shoulder and pulling her away from the closet so I could look through it.

"Fucking, excuse you!" Ellie laughed, damn near putting me in a head lock as she walked me to the bed, "Don't be a little shit! Your birthday doesn't exclude me beating your ass!"

I squealed a bit before getting out of her grasp and crawling on the bed. Ellie climbed on top of me, starting to playfully land some punches on me.

"Stop it! I'm cold, it's cold! Get me a robe, Ellie, please, I'm sorry!" I yelped, blocking her and kicking my feet in the air.

"Say you're sorry! Admit you were wrong!"

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry! I was in the wrong, now get me some clothes, I'm freezing!"

We lied on the bed laughing for a bit before Ellie got up, finding me some lacey underclothing, shorts and one of her tops and jackets. I quickly got dressed so I could watch her get dressed.

"Go blow out the candles, drain the tub. I'm gonna open the door."

"Are you forgetting something?" I backed my ass into Ellie's hip, glancing back at her as she raised a brow at me actions. Her hand raised slightly then came down harshly, leaving a crazy sting on a single cheek.

"Nope! No, complaints! Go do what you were told," Ellie spoke as I opened my mouth to cry about how hard she had spanked me, "I'll kiss it after they leave. But the longer you take to blow out those candles-."

"The longer it's gonna take for things to go my way, yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Atta girl," Ellie chuckled, kissing my forehead before going to blow out the candles lit in our room then leaving to open the front door.

Fuck Jesse and Dina. Love Joel, of course. He gets a pass.

#tlou2 #tlou ellie #tlou part 2 #tlou fic #ellie williams tlou #the last of us p2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams smut #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fic #tlou fanfiction #ellie tlou #tlou x reader #ellie miller #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie the last of us #the last of us ellie #i regret everything #i regret nothing #𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ⋆˚✿˖°

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Wants

Rise Leonardo x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Reader needs help wrapping gifts at the last second before a party. Leo's their hero. And a huge distraction. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader. An attempt at Spanish by a very not Spanish speaking writer. Established relationship. Arguably steamy. Set a few years post movie.

Commentary: IDK what the fuck happened here.

See, here's the thing.

You are extremely, incredibly kissable.

He knows this. He knows this like he knows his swords are sharp. He knows it in his bones.

He also knows you have somewhere to be.

(Really, his motives were good. He came over just to help you finish wrapping your friend's birthday gifts (okay, and give you shit for only now getting around to it). He just wanted to be a supportive boyfriend and make sure you had time to get ready in peace.)

And yet, because he's either an idiot or an asshole, here he is, boxing you in at your table and kissing you.

See, the thing... you look really, really good. And you smiled at him when you walked out of your room, all dressed up and looking forward to the party you're going to and grateful for his help.

And he's only human- turtle- hm.

He's not immune, is his point.

So here you are, getting kissed, and his hands are on your waist and yours are grabbing handfuls of his shirt and he's very, very happy.

It's only when you gasp against him- his hand slipped, okay, he hadn't meant to squeeze your hip like that- and the sound makes his heart skip one beat and crash into another that he realizes- with all of the force of getting hit by a train- that he has to stop.

It's like cutting off his own arm.

But he does it, he pulls back- pushes back against every fiber of his being that wants to keep you close enough that he can almost hear your heartbeat- because you have places to be.

And you deserve much, much better than him being a desperate disaster against your dining table.

Now he's staring.

He's staring and his hands are still on your waist and your hip and he has to stop. Has to. Needs to. Like, muy rápido, right now, yesterday has to stop.

"...Hi," He says, voice all shaky and gooey through his grin.

"Hi," You repeat, a little dazed as you're still clinging to his shirt.

You're smiling at him again. He's not sure you ever stopped.

Shit. Fuck. He has to walk away.

He wants to keep you there for the rest of your natural lives.

"You gotta go," He mutters grimly, and he realizes how fucked it sounds immediately, and he throws himself into an uncharacteristically jumbled explanation because his brain is still offline. "It's late- you gotta- the thing- I'm- fuck I don't want to stop kissing you."

You cock your head as you process his messy babble, blinking twice, and then you're laughing.

And then he's laughing, because really it's that or take one of your butter knives and portal himself into the ocean, and if he does that he can't do this again.

"I gotta go," You confirm with a wry, bittersweet smile, not letting go of his shirt.

It's going to be so wrinkled.

He literally could not give less of a fuck.

"You gotta go," He repeats, more to himself than you, and you must know that because you're laughing again and you must really not care about... whatever urgent thing you have to go to... whatever that was, because you're not helping him stop like. At all.

You're gonna be the death of him one day.

"Maybe... you could come back by tonight? We could watch that stupid racing movie you've been talking about-"

"It's a heist movie, thank you-"

"-And, uh..."

"Don't say chill. I'll explode. I'll expire."

"I was trying to say cuddle," You say, bashful and exasperated at the same time, somehow. As though he'd ever say no. As if he knows how to say no to you. As though he ever, ever stood a chance.

It's beyond cute. It's enough to make him want to squish you and literally never let you go.

"You gotta go," He groans, his hands darting up to cup your cheeks and squeeze your face softly. "You're gonna drive me insane. What even is this again?"

"Birthday party."

"They'll have another-"

"Leo!" You laugh over his playful persuasion.

"You can send a card-"

"Leo."

"I'll pay for postage. I'll lick the stamp."

"Leonardo," You breathe, all fond exasperation, as though you'd ever let go of his shirt. As though you're any better than he is.

He almost wants to push just a little farther, see what else he can get you to call him.

He really wants to.

He wants a lot of things around you.

And even more when he's not around you.

And now, he's facing min-ee-mum four hours being not around you.

He hates it.

He takes the feeling and balls it up and three-point-shoots it into his mind's trashcan, because you deserve to go and have fun and be merry and all that jazz. He gets you to himself enough- never enough, literally never enough- that he can share.

Plus, he did a fantastic job wrapping those gifts.

And, as easily as he twists and leads and convinces other people, he's played himself right into a corner, because now it's both you deserve him being normal here AND his ego.

He'd be impressed by himself if it weren't for the fact that it means he loses.

He shakes his head a little, because he lost the plot minutes ago and you really gotta go and he's still got you against the table.

"Movie night?" He asks, just to hear you talk. He knows the answer.

"Movie night," You confirm happily, releasing his shirt.

He whines a little. He's barely even embarrassed at this point.

You laugh again and smooth the fabric out, hands warm on his plastron and making him a little insane again, before you press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for your help, honey."

"Thank me by making sure those are put front and center on the table, yeah?"

You glance at the boxes- done up in blue ribbon, you notice- and nod. "Art deserves to be displayed," You say seriously, and he's dangerously close to kissing you again because you're perfect.

"Yoooou-"

"Gotta go?" You finish with a knowing grin, eyes smug, head tilted playfully, perfect.

"Extremely, extremely yes. If you don't go I'm never gonna let you go. You gotta go."

"Hm..."

"Nope!" He says quickly, cutting off whatever tease is about to come out of your mouth, clinging to his sanity by half a thread. "Nope, nope, you are taking those boxes and you are going and you're going to have a great time and be safe and that is final."

"Are you telling me or yourself?"

Perfect. The death of him. Smug and clever and kissable and the worst and the best.

"Both, apparently."

"...I can be a few minutes late-"

"Baby, gorgeous, mi vida, if you don't get out of this apartment-"

You laugh bright and mischievous and delightful, and you press a quick kiss to his lips, and you scoop up the gifts and your keys ("You can port out, right?" "I think I'll manage.") and your phone and wallet and he grabs the door for you, because he's a gentleman (unwilling to be an inch farther from you than he has to).

"See you tonight," You promise, turning back to look him in the eye with more open affection than he was ready to see outside his own reflection.

"See you tonight," He agrees, knowing he sounds lovesick.

You leave, he closes the door, he slumps forwards to rest his forehead against it as he turns the lock and laughs breathlessly because his chest feels like it's going to explode from how much of it is just you.

#*writing #imagines #x reader #tmnt x reader #leonardo x reader #rottmnt x reader #aged up characters #leonardo #2018

[chosok-amo]

ASLEEP AMONG THE STARS, CHAPTER 01 — SATORU'S DESTINY AS A BAD COOK

Satoru takes care of you while your brother is in class and nobody's around and tries to cook for you only it turns out to be miserable and has suguru to fix his food.

fluff, gojo x reader

“It's a long story,” you tell him.

The white-haired boy rolled his eyes annoyed before he let out a sigh of frustration. “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months, I have time,” he tells you— having no wanting to back down his curiosity. This time it's your turn to roll your eyes in annoyance. You turn your head to your right side, looking at your brother's best friend.

Right now you're laying on your bed, your arm spread out on your bed with your feet dangling at the end of your bed while Gojo Satoru— your brother's best friend lay on his stomach on your right side with both of his elbows to sustain his weight, both of his palm rest under his chin. His long ass legs bent up— making himself look like that Lolita girl.

“But I don't, I'm hungry,” you said to him.

Your parents were out of town while your brother had classes, leaving you with Gojo Satoru to take care of you— more like you take care of him. Satoru always invited himself into your house. “It's my second home,” he said to you once. Since he and your brother were best friends for as long as you can remember, maybe since they're both kids. That made you also grow up with him. He is everywhere— your family vacation, your Christmas, your Thanksgiving, your birthday, every single time. Your parents even give him a gift every Christmas, every year.

Satoru clucked in annoyance as he rolled his body to get up. His slander body stands straight beside your bed as he looks down to stare at you and stuffed his hands into his pants. “Come on, I'll cook you the best meal you've ever had, better than Suguru. And after that you have to tell me everything,” he humors you.

You laugh, “You? better cooker than Suguru? You should stop saying bullshit, Satoru.” He gasped dramatically hearing your mockery— looking as offended as someone saying mean things about his height. His large hand squeezed the fabric of his shirt where his heart was located. “Take that back y/n, I'm telling you,” he grumbles. His ocean-blue eyes narrow as he stares at you. “I haven't shown you my talent yet, I'm good at everything I do,” he tells you, suddenly looking so proud like he just won a medal for being a freak as he is.

“I'm not gonna let you burn my kitchen, Satoru, at least not when I'm hungry as fuck,” you rolled your eyes to him. “Come on, I'll cook something for you. Your brother is gonna punch me in the face if he knows I let you eat fast food, so I have to cook for you,” He pulled your hand softly making you get up from your bed. With that, both of you get out of your bedroom and go downstairs to the kitchen.

“Be a good girl and sit there and let Chef Gojo show you his cooking skills,” he smirked at you, which only made you giggle and sit at the bar, across from him. Satoru wears an apron with a hello kitty printed. His white hair sticking out of his head, and today he doesn't wear the round sunglasses he usually wears. He is wearing a sky blue sweater with a plain white t-shirt and a short with the same colour as his sweater— looking all boyfriendable and fluffy and cute together.

You stare at him as he cuts the carrot into an uneven shape, some too big, some too small. His hands look awkward and rigid— showing that he's never cooked in his life. He threw you a glance from time to time, looking all nervous and frustrated. But you choose to stay silent, secretly enjoying his suffering. You don't know this, but Satoru is trying so hard to impress you.

He knows how much you love homemade food and he's been trying to learn how to cook from Suguru, learn what food you like the most and what food you despise the most. One month of learning how to cook and he's nowhere near good. It's even magical if his food doesn't come out as poison and too sweet with how much of a sweet tooth he has. It's not on purpose, he just thinks it's not sweet enough to be delicious.

“Eat one food you made and you can make someone's family tree have diabetes,” Suguru once told him when he taught him how to cook.

“That's not how you do—”

“Shh, princess! I know what I do, you need to trust the process,” Satoru cut you off before you finished your sentence. He gives you a sweet smile to assure you that he knows what he is doing. You look at him as you raise your one eyebrow and sit back. You're not sure what Satoru is going to make but you try to give him the benefit of the doubt and just watch him do his thing.

But Satoru himself doesn't trust the process, he has no fucking idea what he was doing. He doesn't know what to do next, he has no idea what seasoning he should use and how much. All the things Suguru taught him went down the drain and suddenly he felt like the stupidest person in the world. Oh just how much he wishes for Suguru to come home and save him from any embarrassment in front of you— the girl he's having a crush on.

For a while Satoru struggled to maintain his acting, to pretend he knew what he was doing until the front door opened and Suguru came to the kitchen. A sigh of relief he hoped you didn't notice left his mouth, but you do but you choose not to say anything and just smile to yourself. “I smell something burning, what is it?” Suguru asked as he came to the kitchen and stood beside you. He kisses your head and asks, “How do you feel?” softly.

“I'm perfectly fine and starving, but Satoru takes good care of me,” you said, which is a lie but again Suguru knows better. He just smiles knowingly while shooting his best friend a look and raises his eyebrows. “He did?” He asked unbelievable which made Satoru roll his eyes. Suguru takes steps closer to his best friend only to find himself dumbfounded when he takes a look at what Satoru cooks.

He looks at the white-haired boy, facepalm while the other one just smiles sheepishly and scratches his nape. Suguru let out a sigh and eyed his sister, “Can you wait for a moment, sis? Something needs to be fixed,” he tells you in his sweet honey voice. “Sure,” you assure him. He gives you a bowl of blueberries for you to eat while waiting for him. “Go sit next to her,” Suguru pushed his best friend to get out and sit next to you. The boy can only grumble and grumpily sit himself next to you.

“You see? that's my destiny as a bad cook,” he tells you, pouting his lips. You giggle and feed him a blueberry. His eyes light up in an instant and asks you to feed him some more, this time with Nutella. “Stop being such a baby,” Suguru mocked. “Oh fuck you, I'm doing just fine until you come and pretend to be a hero to save the day,” Satoru contended.

“Yeah? Do you do just fine? You can't even cut the carrot properly, Satoru. Look at this one, it's the size of my fist, what do you think we are? A gorilla?” Suguru remarked that only you respond with laughter as he shows Satoru a carrot that is indeed the size of his fist. Satoru mimicked Suguru's words while rolling his eyes. “Well sorry, I'm not Gordon Ramsay—”

“Indeed, you are a wild animal,” Suguru teased him.

You snorted after hearing what your brother said and held your hands to your mouth, preventing you from laughing. Satoru snapped his neck to look at you and groaned in annoyance. “Don't mind him, it's good that you're trying to cook for me, I appreciate it, I'll teach you next time,” you assured him and rubbed his hand softly and smiled at him warmly.

After the three of you had your dinner, Suguru went to his room to take a shower while you and Satoru washed the dishes. He stood beside you as he scrubbed the plate while you dried it after he finished. You notice Satoru peering at you from time to time. You look to your left— to look at him for a second and smile. “What is it?” you asked him.

He shook his head and gave you his cheeky smile, “Nothing,” he tells you. “It's not nothing if you can't stop throwing me a glance with those eyes of yours,” you tell him, still smiling. “I just miss you, haven't seen you in a year,” he told you. This time his attention is fully focused on you and his hands stop moving. His blue eyes looked at you deeply. “You did?” You ask him, a little bit surprised with his outburst.

“So much, I feel like I can't breathe, miss you so much it's physically hurt me not being able to see you,” he tells you, nearly whispered. His eyes look into your eyes with something you never know, something you feel unfamiliar with. Both of you are lost in each other's eyes. You can't seem to get a word out of your mouth, feel too starstruck you can feel your heart beating faster than normal.

And suddenly water splashes on your face. A gasp leaves your lips as you feel wet on your face and your clothes. Satoru laughs at you as he holds his stomach, pointing his finger at you. “You son of a—” You do the same to Satoru without he anticipated it. The water made his hair and face wet. And with that, both of you declared a war on who's gonna get wet the most.

“Y/n?” Suguru calls you which puts a stop to your war. He looked at you with protectiveness. “It's getting late—” he trails off as he steps closer to you. “You can get sick, you should be careful, y/n.” He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer. “Come on, you should rest so you don't get tired tomorrow,” he said to you softly. His hands go up and down to your arms, trying to keep your slightly cold body warm. You look over your shoulder to Satoru. He smiles at you and waves his hand at you. You return the smile and let Suguru guide you to your room.

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POLY!MISAMO POLY!MISAMO

im here!

yk me and bondage we just go together..

sub!momo getting tied to the bed bc she lost a bet of who could go the longest without touching themselves, sana and mina playing with her until she gets whiny and crying mess because of overstimulation..

I LOVE YOU!! always the first to save me <3

YES OMG :( misana intentionally made the bet with a drunk momo because they knew she would never ever last. even if sober momo swore she would never lose a bet (jihyo's competitiveness totally rubbing off on her), there were some things she just couldn't resist.

just as they thought things couldn't get any better (or worse, for momo), mina was out celebrating a friend's birthday and sana was out for another graff photoshoot.

in short, momo didn't even last a day.

sana was the first to tease her, sending her a selfie from the dressing room. she was only wearing the lingerie set mina bought her a while back with a very expensive necklace accentuating her cleavage. too bad you're not here, love. would do anything for you to eat me out rn :(

momo takes deep breaths and takes a cold shower. she just responds with a thumbs up emoji, making sana laugh. momo isn't a fool. she knows when she's being tricked. even if mina tried to get her to break the bet, too.

i don't think i ever sent this to you. thought you'd like it.

momo thinks she could implode at any given moment now. she stares at her phone, frozen as she stood still in the doorway to their shared room. mina was Evil. capital E.

the video mina sent seemed to be hastily recorded. the phone must've fallen over before mina hit record, because all she could see was the ceiling of the bathroom. not that she needed to see anything, anyway. she recognized the scene almost instantly.

"ah—fuck, fuck me right there!" mina moaned. momo felt herself blush, unable to click off the video. it was when momo had bought her current favorite strap and couldn't even wait until they got home to test it out.

momo takes another cold shower, but that didn't help either. her girlfriends were just far too stubborn to let her win just this once.

we'll be home soon <3 sana texted. momo felt happy at that, dreaming of being able to cook for them again, cuddle, kiss, et cetera.

until sana followed her message with a video of mina sucking on her tits.

that was momo's last straw.

"f–fu—ah!" momo whined as she inserted another finger into herself, barely being able to hold her phone. she tried to focus on rewatching the video over and over—but just the sound of sana's sultry voice commanding mina to do what she wanted was sending her into overdrive.

they wouldn't find out, right? if momo was just careful enough...

sana laughs maniacally when she steps into the bedroom. she didn't even need to walk closer to see the big damp spot on it. "mina!" sana calls out as she ran down the stairs to reunite with her girls. "i think our little momoring owes us something."

momo's heart drops. she'd never been more scared and turned on at the same time.

momo tries closing her legs again, the feeling of sana's fingers in her and vibrator on her clit just felt like too much. sana slaps her thighs lightly, forcing her to hold them open. "take it, slut. isn't this what you wanted? to be used?"

sana returns to overstimulating momo while mina pinched and sucked at her nipples. momo let out a high-pitched whine, tears streaming down her cheeks. "mff—fuck! please, i'll be a good girl i swear—"

"should've thought about that earlier, no?" mina teased. "you know how she is." sana hums, smiling in satisfaction when momo cums for the umpteenth time. "can't think about anything but fucking and being fucked."

both sana and mina laugh at that. "yeah. our baby is just a filthy–minded freak, hm?" mina coos as her fingers trail down to replace the vibrator sana held against her clit. "shit!" momo cried out, throwing her head back and wanting nothing more than to hold their wrists in place. (too bad her wrists were the ones being held in place. there was nothing prettier than sana's necktie restraining momo from doing anything but cry, in mina and sana's opinion.)

"answer." mina says lowly, slapping her cunt. momo whines again, her voice raspy from how much she's screamed so far. "y–yes! j–jus' a freak for you two."

sana chuckles again, curling her fingers in momo. "atta girl."

#a bit longer than i anticipated whoops #poly!misamo #mina x sana x momo #myoui mina x minatozaki sana x hirai momo #twice smut #twice fic #asks #nr1chaedickrider

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20 Harry-centric fics to read this month

What better way to celebrate Harry’s birthday than revisiting (or discovering) Harry-centric fics? If you feel like taking a deep dive into his character, here are my suggestions: short and long stories exploring his emotional arc, inner struggles, past trauma, sexual liberation and of course, his feelings about himself and about Draco. I couldn’t resist including some Draco POV fics because I love learning about Harry through his eyes. Pick your comfort food and enjoy Harry’s HBD week!

Still Life, orphaned (M, 3k)

Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (E, 5k)

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

Snug by @moonflower-rose (E, 6k)

Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (T, 9k)

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.

fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (NR, 11k)

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

Let's Go Outside by cryptonym (E, 24k)

Harry's done with the sofa, the hall and the kitchen table, baby.

Famous by @fw00shy (E, 24k)

It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models.

Expecto Patronum by @writcraft (E, 35k)

As Draco Malfoy negotiates his feelings for the wizarding world's brightest star, he becomes increasingly attached to Harry and unravels the secrets he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.

Unseen by @jackvbriefs (T, 47k)

Harry Potter finally has the chance to leave England and its expectations for The Chosen One behind for good. All he has to do is survive one Auror training conference overseas with Draco Sodding Malfoy.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Harry Potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding (E, 71k)

Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (E, 99k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life.

By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

where all the veins meet by eight_of_wands (E, 146k)

It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now?

Away Childish Things by lettered (T, 153k)

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own. Or, in which Harry hates his Auror partner, Draco flips houses, Pansy sleeps around, Hermione is a magical creatures’ justice warrior, Blaise is getting married, and Ron is just along for the ride.

#Sitp recs #Harry’s bday reclist #I might post other lists during the week #HBD Harry week