#i really had writer's block all nIGHT and this was the hot mess i came up with

[ateezscupid]

can u write a fic where san is a mean dom? i have this thing for calling him sannie bc its cute! and i think it would be hot if he mocked yn calling him that and it was kinda centered around humiliation!!! i love ur writing sm id love to see this done in ur style <333 i hope this doesnt make u uncomfy to write!! ):

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hello hello! i’m getting to this after a very long time, my apologies but i’ve been WAITING for someone to request mean dom!san. he’s been in my mind for a few weeks but i’ve had writers block and could never figure out how to write it out, so thank you for this.

and don’t worry about anything making me uncomfortable! a lot of things, i don’t have a problem writing. i plan to make a really detailed post about my rules and things like that soon so you guys know what i do and don’t write!

anyway, let me stop blabbing. enjoy!

﹟𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 ⋆ 𝖼.𝗌𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - san always gets flustered when you call him sannie during sex, but he loves it just as much as you do.

warn - kinda smut w/o plot, dom!san, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names (baby, princess, pretty, etc.), choking, begging, degrading, humiliation

w/c - n/a

𝗧𝗔𝗚S - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan

you didn’t think today could’ve gotten any worse. you were teasing san the entire day trying to imply you needed him without actually saying it, but he clearly wasn’t catching the signals you sent. he was so busy with work, he couldn’t spare at least ten minutes for you.

you didn’t want to tease him so much that he’d be annoyed of you and he’d stop talking to you for the rest of the night, but you needed him. it’s been a while since the last time you two were together in bed. all you’ve been thinking about for the past week is how his hands would feel on your body; his hands squeezing your breasts and caressing your skin. rubbing the pads of his fingers on your clit and messing with the sensitive little bud that was there.

if anyone had asked you how badly you wanted to spend at least one night with him, you’d ramble on and on about it. you rambled about it to wooyoung the night before and it was clear he didn’t want to listen to your horny problems.

“distract him while he’s working!” is the advice he gave you, and boy, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

now you were face down in the bed with your arms pinned behind you, your makeup smudging on the pillow and your entire body shaking uncontrollably. you thought distracting him would make him realize what he was missing out on, but you did it at the worst moment.

it was embarrassing to say the least. san was in his office having a meeting, and you had the crazy idea to walk inside with nothing but a lingerie on. you’ve been wanting to wear it for a while, so what harm was there to wear it while he was having a business meeting? it was a harmless idea, and hic co-workers wouldn’t have seen you since you planned to go underneath the table. but you messed up.

while you were busy unbuckling his pants, neither of you noticed the top of your head was visible at the bottom of his computer screen. that meant everyone in the call saw yo ur head, and only one thing came to mind. when it was brought to his attention, he excused himself then turned his mic and camera off. you knew a punishment was coming your way when that happened.

he dragged you out of the office without saying anything and threw you on the bed, ripped the lingerie off your body without hesitation, and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow. there was so much going on in your mind, like would his co-workers think you were some sex crazed lunatic? or would they think of him as someone addicted to sex? unprofessional? there wasn’t any room for you to feel bad when you felt too good to remember what happened.

“this is what you wanted, right?” san growled as he pushed your head into the pillow, using his unoccupied hand to land hits against your ass whenever he felt like it. “you wanted to be treated like a slut, now you are, you little whore.”

no words could come out of you. just a bunch of incoherent babbles spilling from your swollen lips and tears falling down your cheeks. you loved when he was so angry all he could do was fuck the lights out of you. you loved him being rough and treating you like a rag doll. it was impossible for you to get over how easily he went inside you and how much he stretched you out. it felt like heaven.

“s-sannie~!” you whine into the pillow, hands curling into fists behind you. “f-fuck, s’good… y-yes!”

“don’t call me that.” he smacked your ass once more and thrusted harder. he was lucky you were facing away from him otherwise you’d see the visible red tint on his cheeks. he liked when you called him sannie, but now wasn’t the time. at least that’s what he told himself.

“such a little whore for me, hm?” he grunts, leaning down and biting your ear gently. “you wanted to mess with me during my meeting and now everyone saw how much of a dirty girl you are~. you wanted attention so bad but ended up embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.”

“i-i—,” even your attempts at forming full sentences failed.

“aw, is it too much?” he whispered in your ear. “you like it when i fuck you like this, huh? such a fucking whore.”

“sannie, p-please i-i can’t—,”

“sannie blah blah blah!” he rolled his eyes and basically forced you to arch your back. “i said not to call me that, and now you’re not listening? you wanna be bad now?”

“s-sa—,” you weren’t even allowed to finish your sentence. the minute you tried to speak, his hand was wrapped around your neck and gripping so hard, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. you loved every bit of it.

“pl-please—!” you whine. “l-let—“

“let you what? cum? after you were being disobedient?” he kissed your temple, groaning softly and letting go of your arms and planting his hand on the bed. “fuck, you feel so good.”

you opened your mouth to speak, which triggered san to tighten his grip around your throat. it was almost too much.

“call me sannie again, i dare you.” the tone in his voice was enough to let you know he wasn’t joking around, but the urge to be a brat was weighing on you.

“s…” you bit your lip. “s-sannieee!”

he didn’t say anything. he took his hand away from your throat and lifted you up by the shoulders, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to rub rough circles around your clit.

“you wanna be a whore? i’ll treat you like one.”

#cupids asks and submits ♡ #🕸️ anon ❤︎ #ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #dom!ateez #dom idol #dom ateez #dom san #dom!san #san x y/n #san scenarios #san smut #choi san

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Sorry for breaking your window to get in here but since where already on the topic of B & E what about Clarisse x Daughter of Hermes where the Hermes Cabin and the boys from the Ares cabin started a prank war with each other and Clarisse is PISSED because she gets getting caught in the crossfire and when reader breaks into the Ares cabin to set up a prank but she accidentally wakes up Clarisse.

- it’s all fun and games -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Hermes! Reader

An - i feel like I don’t use AN’s properly but who cares also my ao3 series is almost finished also I cuss way to fucking much I mean damn 😭😭 irl I say fuck every 3 words dude I have a problem

An Pt 2 - I Hope thus is good I’m going through a rough writers block rn

For the entire summer. The entire fucking summer clarisse has been dealing with everyone’s bullshit.

Her brothers had for some reason started a season long war with the Hermes cabin. Probably because over some girl which she honestly found pathetic, even though deep down she would do worse if someone tried shit with you.

So here, clarisse currently found herself looking in shock with her cabin floor covered in Greek fire ash marks. Annoyed she mentally came up with a punishment for later. Deep in thought she hadn’t realized you were behind her for cabin check up.

You let out a soft breath before gently hitting the open door. Clarisse turned around, her face going from anger to flustered.

“Hey” she stumbled slightly on her words.

You shyly waved. “Cabin check?” There was a moment of silence, just enough for you to notice the mess behind her. “I can always lie— I know how my brothers get” you tried to offer a better solution than failing the check.

Acting like she was Un-phased she shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. Shouldn’t have to cover for them ”

“Well I’m just trying to help” You chuckled, the gap between you closing quickly.

As much as clasisse complained about the summer there was still one good part, you. Flirting at every bonfire turned into spending free time together which eventually lead to you both kissing at the end of last night. “I guess I’ll see you tonight then?”

“Yeah” she shrugged. It was cute how she tried to play off her embarrassment. Reaching out you fixed clarisses necklace, Making it symmetrical on her body. With a sarcastic sigh you looked back at the Greek fire stains before looking back up at her. “I’ll come back in an hour that work for you?”

“Yeah id really appreciate it” she smiled softly.

You wished you were an Aphrodite girl, able to leave a room with beauty and want. Instead you left almost to quickly, embarrassment fueling your steps. By the time you reached the last step your face felt hot, and your body felt fuzzy. She was going to be the death of you.

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“I’m not doing that” you cocked an eyebrow up as your brothers proposed another prank.

“Just this once” Connor practically begged. Walking past Chris smacked him upside his head, the prank they were trying to get you to do? Sneak into the ares cabin and cover it in silly string. Their reasoning for having you do it was because clarisse wouldn’t kill you.

“If she doesn’t want to do it she doesn’t have to” Chris sighed, taking a seat on his bunk.

Your brothers however couldn’t handle that as an appropriate response. Whispering to each other you saw their faces turn into a devilish grin. “Fine” they started off with false security “You don’t have to do it, but we can always tell Chiron about the secret green plant business you help the Dionysius and Demeter cabin run”

Giving them an agitated look you stood up and snatched the silly string out of their hand. “Fuck you” they always found a reason to black mail you. The trick was starting to get old.

It wasn’t until 12am that you snuck into the ares cabin. Coming in through the window you were a little worried about what a cabin full of war kids would do if someone came in. Looking back one more time to see your brothers giving you a thumbs up from afar.

Calming your nerves you took the first step inside. Silently spraying the string the stale chemical smell hit you like a truck. A few kids tossed and turned, the fear of waking one up made you work faster.

Shoving another empty can into your bag you pulled out the last one. The only section left was clarisses. The section you had been dreading of doing. Silently walking over you caught a glimpse of her drooling in her sleep. You wished your had a camera to capture the rare moment. She was beautiful, even in her most vulnerable state. Snapping out of your thoughts you remembered you had a job to do.

Stepping back with a heavy heart your foot sunk into a loose board, a loud creaking sound filling the room. It was less than a second before you felt a harsh hit to your face and your body on the floor.

Not really paying attention to your surroundings with ringing in your ears. The lights came on and a pair of strong hands grabbed the side of your arms. A few kids were shouting and in the background you could almost make out the front door opening.

Coming back you felt blood trail down your face from your nose and clarisse looking guilty at you. Her hands squeezing your arms as she couldn’t say anything. You groaned and held your head back exhausted.

Being moved to a bed you were barley able to understand what was happening in-front of you. In the background both cabins were yelling at one another, it felt like a fight might break out. Clarisse was crouched infront of you trying to asses your now broken nose. You could tell she was starting to loose her patience.

At first you didn’t hear anything. The ringing went away however when clarisse slammed her spear on the ground commanding the attention to her.

“ENOUGH! Everybody who is not my sibling get out now! And to everyone else I want a first aid kit some ice, nectar, ambrosia, and i want this cabin cleaned now!” A strong silence filled the room before the ares kids got to work. If looks could kill the Hermes cabin would had dropped dead. “Whatever you all have going on ends now understand! Im sick and tired of dealing with all of your bullshit and Luke you need to get a better control over your siblings!”

They nodded. Not even Luke wanted to speak, he just whistled his sibling’s out. In less than five minutes you watched as the cabin almost cleaned itself. In less than five minutes clarisse had began gently trying to bandage the broken bone, trying to take some pain away.

Helping feed a bite of ambrosia you felt your nose begin to mend on its own. Though it would still need a week to heal. Letting out a sigh of relief you finally looked up at her, up at Clarisse who was acting like a coward.

“It’s not your fault” you tried.

“I broke your nose, seems like my fault”

“And you thought I was an intruder it’s not the end of the world” you sighed grabbing her hand. It didn’t matter who was at fault it just came down to how it was handled.

She looked like she wanted to speak but she just couldn’t make the words. “If you really want to make it up to me you can always ask me out on a date” Looking up through your lashes you swore you saw her cheeks turn red.

“Y-yeah I can do that” trying to play it off but it was too late. You giggled slightly, leaning forward to close the gap and softly kiss her. Feel her rough lips against yours.

Her hands found home on your torso, traveling up and down while pulling you closer in an attempt to deepen it. Breaking away only for a moment clarisse looked over at her siblings who some stopped cleaning.

Barking orders at them to continue she looked back with a sarcastic expression making you laugh.

Laying down beside her on the small bed you looked deep into her eyes, not wanting to say a word. It felt like every emotion you two had felt for one another was known.

Giving her another soft kiss you tucked your head away into her neck. It didn’t take long to fall asleep and shockingly for the ares cabin, when the lights were out and everyone was asleep there was a peaceful quiet. One that comforted and lulled a person into a deep sleep.

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom #clarisse x female reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you

[steddieas-shegoes]

the jester wears the crown

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'royalty au' rated e | 18+, minors dni wc: 779 cw: semi-public sex (they don't get caught) tags: king steve, court jester eddie, established relationship, blowjobs

special big shoutout to @stobinesque and @t-boyeddie for the two line suggestions that really helped me form this drabble during a bit of a writer's block. so many hugs for you both!!!

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The doors opened again, revealing the court jester and a few of the kids who he often dragged into his schemes around the castle.

Steve stopped talking for a moment, distracted by their presence despite his diplomatic conversation.

The plan was for the jester to make an appearance towards the end of dinner in order to distract people from serious conversations, start preparing them to retire for the night, and hopefully keep things lighthearted through difficult conversations. This was a bit earlier than Steve hoped for, but he couldn't find it in him to care too much.

The jester made his rounds, boisterous laughter filling the room from every table. Steve watched out of the corner of his eye as he leaned down to tug something out of his pant leg, causing the guests around him to let out peals of laughter.

One of their more esteemed guests of the evening, a visiting prince, walked up to Steve with a quick apology for interrupting.

"Your majesty, your court jester is hilarious! Where did you find him?"

Steve smirked.

"That's my husband."

The visiting prince looked stunned, giving a small nod and excusing himself.

It wasn't common for a king to marry a man, and even less common for them to marry a commoner. But Steve had been with Eddie for nearly six years before he even had a crown on his head, and nothing would have stopped him from forever with him.

Eddie was good at his job, all aspects of it, from casual fun for parties to easing a room of people into a calmer atmosphere.

Because of this, the room full of people slowly dispersed to their designated quarters including the insufferable king and governor he'd had the unfortunate duty of entertaining all night.

When the room was empty of all people but Steve, Eddie, and the guards, Eddie looked up at Steve on his throne.

"Your majesty, I beg to speak with you," he yelled across the room, ignoring the laughter of Steve's personal guard, Hopper.

Steve rolled his eyes fondly and gestured for him to come closer.

Eddie rushed forward, taking the few steps up to his place above everyone and dropping to his knees.

"I wish to share your time privately," Eddie started.

Hopper coughed next to him, brow raised.

"You wish for me to send my guards away?" Steve asked, playing along with Eddie's theatrics. "How should I know to trust you?"

"I would rather chop my own hand off than harm you," Eddie said seriously.

Steve smiled down at him.

"As you wish." He turned to Hopper and told him to clear the room and ensure no one came in. He was past being embarrassed about their activities in shared spaces.

Once the room was cleared, Eddie made to get up, reaching up to remove his hat, but Steve stopped him.

"Stay. You look good on your knees."

It wasn't the first time they'd done this, and certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Come here." Steve's voice commanded him in a way he so rarely did. Eddie scooted the two feet it took to be at his feet, eyes wide as Steve looked down at him. "You spent the evening entertaining everyone but me. I'd say it's my turn, wouldn't you?"

Eddie nodded, throwing his hat off his head and leaning forward to unbuckle Steve's belt.

"What do you want from me?" Eddie asked.

"Your mouth. Need your mouth."

The words had barely left him when Eddie leaned forward to untie his pants, get his hand on his cock, and swallow it down in one go.

It never lasted long when they were both this hungry for it, especially not when he was on the throne.

Eddie's mouth was hot, drool dripping down the length of him, probably leaving a mess under him.

They were both moaning, echoes bouncing off the walls. Neither of them cared much about passing guards overhearing; Most guards in the castle were used to tuning out any proof of their insatiable appetites.

"Love, I-"

Steve couldn't hold back his release if he wanted to, the warning coming just a bit too late.

Eddie groaned around him, swallowing down his cum like he would die without it, like he'd been waiting all night for this moment.

He pulled off with a pop, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed as he looked up at Steve.

"Did I service you well enough tonight, my liege?"

Steve pulled him into his lap, his lips hungrily attaching themselves to Eddie's.

When he pulled away, he reached up to the crown on his head.

He placed it gently on Eddie's curls.

"Your turn," he winked.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #royalty au

[brokemypen]

New Found Confidence

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Summary: Shy reader doesn't realize Billy's snuck into her bedroom. But Billy doesn't realize reader's feeling themselves in the bathroom mirror.

Warnings: Minors do not react!! Heavy on the use of a fem described body, Billy says good girl, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please use protection), swearing, dirty talk, Billy is LOUD.

Word count: 2K

A/N: ((This is not my gif, all credit goes to the owner.)) Once again these are always between two consenting adults.

I guess you could consider this a part 2 to Use Your Words. It's literally been months of writers block and so many of you have asked for more of this. I'm so sorry for the wait, but also thank you for actually being interested. That's pretty cool!!

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Billy couldn’t get the events of the drive-in out of his head. It was all he could think about, even days later. He took you home that night, blush still lingering on your cheeks from the slight embarrassment you had felt. It was washed away when Billy kissed your face repeatedly, soothing your worries away. “Don’t worry baby, you sounded beautiful. I know if anyone heard you they would have gotten hot and bothered. Just like you made me.” He whispered between kisses.

It was hands down one of the best nights he’d ever had and all he wanted was to get those sweet words out of your mouth again. 

A few nights later he got the idea in his head to sneak into your bedroom. He came in through the window. Smirking to himself when he could hear your shower going, realizing he popped in at the perfect moment.

He slid his jacket off, strategically setting it by your bathroom door so you’d spot it first. Then after kicking off his boots, he stretched out on your bed. He had a perfect view from the pillows to watch you walk out.

The anticipation of waiting made the ache he had for you grow. He couldn’t wait to have you crying and shaking underneath him like he had before.

Billy heard the water shut off and your soft movements assuming you were drying off. 

You wrapped the towel you had on the counter around your body. Taking a swipe at the steam covered mirror, you looked over your features. Your wet hair clung to your skin, water droplets slowly sliding down. You turned slowly, looking over the curves of your body. For once you felt actually hot, really feeling yourself in the mirror. So much so you let the towel slip from your body. 

You slowly caressed your bare skin and ran your hands down the curves of your hips and the swell of your breasts. The goosebumps that followed ignited your skin. It was like you were discovering yourself for the first time. An unknown sense of confidence came pouring out of you. 

The sight of yourself in the mirror in such a lewd way made your heart race. The air of confidence made you explore even further, slipping your hand lower and  lower until you reached the heat between your legs. 

Sure you had touched yourself plenty of times but never in this way. It felt so dirty, and even more you imagined what Billy would do if he was there. What it would be like if your hands were his hands. The way he would look standing behind you, lazily circling your clit with his fingers while he whispered filthy things in your ear. His hand would wrap gently around your neck as his fingers began to speed up.

Before you knew it you were a whimpering mess, melting away as you continued touching yourself. You were so close as you watched yourself in the reflection, falling closer and closer until you heard a loud bang coming from your bedroom. Your heart practically leaped from your chest.

“Is someone in my room?” You said to yourself. Surely not. Your parents left about an hour ago, announcing they’d be gone all night. Still, you quickly wrapped your towel around your body, exiting the bathroom to see what made the loud noise.

As you came into the room you tripped over an object laying on the floor. Reaching down you immediately recognized it as Billy’s jacket. As that realization hit you heard a low snicker coming from your bed, making you jump out of your skin.

“Hey, beautiful.” Billy called from the other side of the bedroom.

“Jesus christ, Billy!” You hollered, tossing his jacket to him.

He busted out laughing, catching the jacket, then tossing it to the side of him.

“Wow I thought you’d be happy to see me.” He said through a wide grin.

“I am, you just scared me.” Your hand came to your chest as your heart was still racing. “What was that loud noise I heard?”

“Oh that? I knocked over your lamp.” He said touching the shade.  “I’ve been here for a minute actually. I heard the water shut off a while ago. What were you doing in there?” He eyed you up and down in your towel, a smirk still on his face. “Why is your face so red? Were you thinking about me?” 

There was no way he knew what you were actually doing, but Billy loved to tease. The bit of confidence you had was still bubbling up inside of you, so you decided to do it back.

“I was actually.” You whispered. “I was touching myself in front of the mirror.”

Billy’s eyes grew wide. You heard him swallow and saw his fist clench. And even though your heart was still racing, you willed your legs to move forward to stand in front of him. He scooted towards the edge of the bed so that you were now standing between his legs. 

He reached up to rub your arms. “Were you picturing me touching you?” He said, looking up at your face. 

You nodded and reached for your towel, letting it slide off your body. He had seen your body plenty of times but this was the first time you were completely bare to him like this. It made his breath hitch as his eyes followed every inch of you. He couldn’t help it as he reached forward, grabbing your hips. You gasped and grabbed at his hair as his lips left a trail of light kisses across your stomach. He let his hands slide further down your hips and around to grip your ass.

“Come here pretty girl.” He whispered up at you as he pulled you on to his lap, your legs on either side of his.

He let his hands continue roaming with one hand and gripped your neck with the other, pulling you to his lips. He let a long sigh pass through his lips as he kissed you like he was starving. His rough hands pulled you to him, crushing your hips down onto his. Then he reached for your breast, massaging it in his large palm.

Billy finally broke his bruising kisses to kiss and nip at your chest, leaving beautiful marks behind. You couldn’t help the soft moans that came out of you. Your hips began rocking against his as he continued marking you up.

A low groan escaped from him when he felt your heat grind on his nearly painful erection. He couldn’t take it anymore as he flipped you over on your back. Eyeing you from his place above he slid his thumb across your bruised lips, letting it slip between them. His eyes nearly rolled back when you harshly sucked on it.

Keeping it there, he started taking off his belt. Letting it hit the floor, he unzipped his jeans to free his aching cock from its confinement. Slowly he stroked himself, letting his jaw fall slack. He almost got lost in the feeling before you slipped his thumb from your mouth and spoke up.

“Billy, wait.” You said urgently. 

All movement stopped, and his eyes grew wide. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I just, I want-” You couldn’t get the words out, your new found confidence slipping.

“What do you want, baby? Take your time.” He whispered, sitting up and stroking your thighs.

You sat up too, thinking if you couldn’t say it, at least you could show him. Your hands grabbed at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. Billy caught on, helping you get it over his head and tossed it to the floor. You just sat staring at his chest, letting your hands rest there, feeling the tight muscles that ran across it. You continued across his broad shoulders.

Billy couldn’t help staring down at you in complete fascination, letting you explore. He bit into his bottom lip when he felt your soft lips kiss his chest. He gripped your wrist when he felt it slide into his jeans.

“I think you need to ask permission, darling.” He smirked. 

Of course he wanted you to touch him there. But nothing got him off more than the tease, making you wait, making you beg for it. 

“Let me touch you.” You whimpered.

Billy let your wrist go. “Good girl.”

Your hand slid down the underside of his shaft. Billy inhaled deeply when you gripped him at his base. It made you giddy getting a reaction out of him like this. You looked up into his eyes as your hand came up and then slowly went back down. His breath came out in small pants as you stroked him nice and slow. Taking your time, driving him wild.

He let you continue for a short time, but he knew who was really in charge. Gripping your hair in his fists he went back for your lips, nearly crushing them with his. Gently, he laid you back down.

You laid there waiting as Billy sat up for a moment to slip his jeans and boxers off, letting it collect on the floor. Crawling back up your body he let himself rest between your legs. Instinctively you wrapped them around his hips. 

Billy could feel how soaked you were when his tip met with your folds. He moaned at the feeling of your heat and without waiting any longer, slid into you. You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulder blades. The stretch of his cock was exactly what you needed to soothe the ache between your legs.

“Fuck your pussy feels so good. You’re gripping me so hard.” He groaned

Billy put his weight on his arms, so he could stare down where the two of you connected.

“Such a good fucking girl. Look at you taking me so well.” 

His words were making you whine and shake under him. He already had you drunk on the feeling. He continued pounding you into the mattress, but he was still watching his member enter you over and over again. The sound of your wet pussy taking him nearly tipping him over the edge.

He gripped your jaw forcing you to look where he was. “I said look.” He demanded.

You looked down watching his thick cock come out and then disappear in quick strokes. The intimacy of it had you crying out his name.

“You like that baby?” He said, still gripping your jaw to make you look at him.

You nodded but he shook his head. “No, say it. Tell me how much you love it.”  

He let go of your jaw and pounded into you even harsher, causing you to grip his shoulders, the bedsheets, anything to hold on. 

Tears were streaming down your face. “I love it. I love it. Oh god please don’t stop.” You begged.

He continued moving his hips, loving the way your cries sounded. He could feel your pussy fluttering around him, the grip making him grab on to your hair, pulling you down on to him even further. 

That was it, you were done for. Every movement, he was hitting the perfect spot inside you. It had your stomach twisting in knots. You screamed his name as your orgasm hit you. 

“God I can feel you cumming. You’re gripping me so fucking tightly. Your cunt is sucking me in.” He moaned. 

Billy was never quiet, but tonight was the loudest you’ve ever heard him. He was losing his mind, by the time he pulled out of you. His loud moans slipped from his mouth as he continued stroking his cock with his hand. Ropes of cum hitting your stomach and breasts.

His breathing was heavy as his strokes slowed down and finally stopped. He kissed your lips before falling on his back next to you. A long groan leaving him in bliss.

You both caught your breath before looking at each other. Billy grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it.

“I love fucking you.” He sighed 

#billy hargrove smut #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things #stranger things smut

[violetsandfluff]

Could you write something where shawn and reader are dating in college and maybe it’s like summer and they get in a big argument over shawn making a rude comment a few days ago and his parents notice how she doesn’t come round lately and it’s like shawn gets really upset talking to his parents about it and ends up going to her house only to find she’s gone on holiday with her friends and it’s just him being a lost puppy looking at photos of them two together until she gets back and he just admits how big of an idiot he was

certainly 😔 it’s so sweet <3333333333 i didn’t proofread this and it’s not great bc i kinda have writer’s block so yeahhh

Shawn’s room seemed so small and dark without you there lighting it up.

His parents had noticed how he had distanced himself from you lately, and they were trying to pry all of the information out of him. They were sitting on the small, low couch in his room as he sat on his bed, refusing to say anything.

He picked weakly at the one of the ties on his quilt, but didn’t say anything until he realized his parents weren’t going anywhere.

“I made her mad,” he said finally, swallowing hard. “I don’t think she likes me anymore.”

“What did you do?” Karen asked as she sent a sidelong glance at Manny, who looked rather uncomfortable himself.

“I…” Shawn grimaced as he remembered the words flying out of his mouth. The expression on Y/N’s face was one of pain and disbelief and he hoped never to see it again.

“I called her an attention seeker,” he said quickly, feeling hot tears prick the back of his eyes as he remembered her response.

“I didn’t know you felt that way, baby—err—Shawn.”

“And why would you say that?”

“I was jealous,” Shawn whimpered as he pulled a pillow up against his chest. “I told her I was sorry.”

“Why were you jealous?” Manny asked at the same time Karen asked, “How did you apologize?”

Shawn just looked down, face flaming with shame. “I told her via text.”

Karen shook her head while Manny insisted, “why were you jealous?”

“She was really close with this… this guy in her pictures and I got really jealous. Turns out the guy was her cousin.”

Manny put a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh, but Shawn noticed.

It made him feel even worse.

Karen pushed her husband out of the room and came to sit at the end of her son’s bed. “You wanna go over to her house now?”

Shawn nodded with a sniffle as he wiped his eyes. He grabbed his phone and keys and began the short walk to your house.

When he got there, his heart sank.

All of the lights were off and there were no cars in the garage. He stood at the door in shock for a few moments until your nosy neighbor poked her nose out of her door.

“They’re on vacation,” she said in a nasally, high-pitched voice as she emerged onto her porch, pulling her obnoxious floral robe around her. She looked a mess. Her frizzy white hair was falling out of its curlers, and she was only wearing one slipper.

Shawn grimaced at the sight of her, but he stuck around to listen to what she had to say.

“They went up north for the week to visit [your/dad’s/name]’s parents. They were gonna get a hotel on their way back for one night and they should be back on Wednesday.”

Wednesday.

That was five whole days away. Shawn didn’t want to bother you while you were on vacation, but he couldn’t wait to apologize. He settled for leaving a handwritten note in the mailbox, telling you to come over the second she got home.

After that, all he had to do was lay on his bed in the dark and play his guitar, the same four chords over and over again.

His parents found it incredibly hilarious that he was so depressed over such a minor argument, but his conscience was eating away at him.

He woke up early on Wednesday morning and waited on the couch by the door for you. All day passed and you didn’t show up. At nearly midnight, he returned to his room, at a loss. He had no way to apologize now.

A gentle knock on his door stirred him from a restless sleep. He opened his eyes to see his mom peeking into his room.

“You have a visitor,” she explained and he sat up to see you standing there.

You entered his room, eyes on the ground, as he watched you, trying to figure out how to state his apology.

You sat down on the edge of his couch, hands on your arms as if you were cold.

“I’m so sorry,” he blurted out once Karen had closed the door. He refrained from calling you baby, in case you were still angry. “That was a stupid fucking thing for me to do and I’m so sorry.”

You looked up from the ground, ready to forgive him, when you saw big tears falling down his rosy cheeks.

“Aww, Shawnie,” you cooed. “Come over here. I forgive you.”

Shawn got up, blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, and sat down beside you. He laid his head in your lap and pulled the blanket tighter around himself as you played with his sleep-tangled curls.

“I love you, baby,” you whispered into his ear. “I’m not mad.”

A smile played on his lips as he fell back asleep, comforted by your presence.

Taglist: @butlersluvr @chocochipcookie305 @fishingirl12 @monikamendes @pamelagramm

#🫧 anon #anon concepts #Shawn mendes #Shawn mendes concept #Shawn mendes blurb #Shawn mendes angst #Shawn mendes fluff #Shawn mendes x you #flutterfly alley #yellow 💛 heart

[moral-terpitude]

Sabotage and Cigarettes

Gah, I didn’t need to write this, but I had to write it to get it out of my head, because sometimes writers block is another story that won’t leave you alone, ya know?

Pairing: Camry Berzatto x OC (Quinn Meyer)

Word Count: 771

Warnings: None

A/N: Tertiary to my theme with Quinn, the title is from Irish Goodbye by K.Flay with Vic Fuentes from Pierce the Veil.

“Why, uh, why do you wanna to work here?”

Quinn blinked, adjusting the strap of the backpack slung over her shoulder.

At the moment, it contained any valuable personal belongings she had, the rest of them, clothes, shoes, nothing particularly worthwhile, were locked in the trunk of her car, parked three blocks away.

She smiled, fiddling with the post of the lip ring that had just started healing. Enough that it didn’t hurt when she ate anymore, anyway.

“I, it’s going to sound super lame, but, I like food. My uncle, my mom’s brother,” she tried to not laugh at the conundrum of them both being called Pat, for short, “lives a couple hours away from my family. A few summers in a row I would stay with them and work at their pizza place. Which, wasn’t really my thing, but something about…” she shrugged, tailing off, staring out the front window at passerby’s on the street, “something about the chaos of it all on a busy night made my brain feel quiet. At peace.”

Carmen, the guy who only a few minutes prior she had only known as “Cousin!” according to a loud shout, nodded, taking in the words.

She didn’t even know why she asked.

Well, she did, actually. She needed a job. Quinn knew she couldn’t keep pissing through her savings after running away to Chicago after the mess of a breakup she had been through.

It was either Chicago or New York, and while her mother hadn’t seemed to give a shit, her dad hoped to keep her within driving distance.

So, Chicago it was.

She had just wanted to get lunch, walk around the city and eat a sandwich, maybe go to the library until just before it got dark and she would have to Velcro up all the covers for her windows and sleep with one eye open hoping to holy fuck someone didn’t try to break into her car.

Her dad would have a fit if he knew she was living in her car.

So, as she stood at the counter ordering her food, the lunch rush finally dying out (because she had learned from coming there three times in the first week of being in Chicago that the best time to come was midafternoon) when the words had fallen out of her mouth when Richie took her order.

“Are you guys hiring?”

Richie, who had mercilessly been trying to impress her since the first time she went there, handed her the Sprite with a chuckle.

He wasn’t very smooth, or subtle, but he was funny in his own way.

“What the hell you wanna work here for?”

“Need a job.” She slid down the counter, sipping the pop, leaning on her elbows, as she waited.

“Girl like you? Nah. You could go wait tables anywhere and make mad money.”

Quinn shrugged, tucking loose strands of purple hair behind her ears, “Yeah, probably. But I like food. I like to cook. I went through two years of a culinary arts program at the skills center when I was in high school.”

“Well, uh, sweetheart, I am not the one in charge of those kinds of things.” He fiddled with the sweatshirt zipper, yanking it up and down the same way someone would strum a guitar.

Quinn felt her brows go up, “So, who is then?”

He huffed, turning toward the back of the establishment before bellowing, “Cousin!”

The result procured someone who couldn’t be much older than she was, and wasn’t much taller, either.

Richie had awkwardly introduced them before getting the hint that he shouldn’t linger, which Quinn was thankful for.

“And, this is going to sound even more lame,” she continued, “but, this was one of the first places I ate when I came here, and I swear I could live on those fucking sandwiches. The Serrano peppers make it just hot enough that it’s not too spicy but actually has some flavor.”

Carmen chuckled, clumsily tousling the brown curls out of, what Quinn assumed was, habit.

“Okay.” He nodded.

“Okay?”

“Yes. Chef.” Carmen rubbed at his eyes, his expression had been somewhat tired looking the whole time, “Be here, tomorrow, 6 AM. And, please, make sure your hair is properly restrained before you come into my kitchen, I don’t need purple hair flying all over the place.”

Quinn nodded, vehemently, “Yes. Absolutely. Thank you.”

She took her sandwich from the counter, departing to a chorus of hooting and hollering from Richie, before rounding the corner, and realizing she had nowhere to go, and no one to tell her exciting news to.

That ended rather sadly and I didn’t mean for it to! I don’t know if there’s gonna be more. I really don’t, but enjoy I guess!

#carmy x oc #carmy berzatto x oc #quinn meyer #the bear #oc fanfiction #oc fanfic

[dontcallmecarrie]

For anyone wondering what’s going on with BDEL, Darth Calamity and...basically 99% of my AUs: every time I write, stuff going on in my life keeps coming out. Which normally isn’t bad, but we’re talking soap opera levels here. Like, ‘any more and I might as well write a biography’, and that’s Not Fun on a number of levels.

So, status update/ my internal narration on what keeps running through my head on the AUs you guys may or may not be wanting to hear about. Heads up for some minor spoilers, but way less than the outlines linked on my pinned post.

By Dawn’s Early Light:

...I have all of one (1) scene I’m eager to see, and that’s Howard Stark getting punched by Bucky in front of Steve Rogers. And maybe reassess how realistic this AU is, but tbh that feels more like something to tackle in the Coding Nightmare Fic I Have Yet To Finish because like hell I’m rewriting this fic.

By Myself But Not Alone:

look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair! Sing, oh muse, of the hubris of the fool who thought they could make their overly-complicated vision into a reality while only knowing the bare-bones basics of HTML.

...okay, but really, my main problem is that I’ve got several dozen pages of handwritten notes and outlines of potential Bad Endings to spice things up, but. Completely and utterly blocked on actually writing it out. Kinda debating on just posting what I’ve got and calling it a day because my brain refuses to expand on anything right now.

Live Through The Rain AU:

First off, I really want to brush up on Welcome to Night Vale to make sure I’ve got the tone right. Secondly, this one’s slated for Howard Stark redemption/character development boot camp via ‘yeah your world was just completely upended by one of the people you trusted most, no, that was just the first of many curveballs coming your way’, which I write when I’m trying to tackle a sympathetic and nuanced perspective of a very, very complicated man with a lot of issues.

...which means I have to be in the frame of mind to be sympathetic. Which, right now, I am not.

Incidentally, if you’ve noticed a sharp uptick in the levels of family drama in NHDD, this is why. Justin’s father is what happens when I am not inclined towards trying to be sympathetic towards parents who don’t have their shit together and insist on dragging everyone else down with them, Howard Stark is what happens when I’m not venting my issues onto fictional characters. [...apologies, btw, for anyone reading this. I try to keep personal stuff personal, but. This stuff keeps leaking into everything I touch, no matter how hard I try.]

Blurred Lines:

...this was my first fanfic, really. I’m kinda torn on how to approach it, really, because I started it out as an exhausted aspiring pre-med student who was not in a great place.

It’s been years since then; I am not where I’d once expected to be. It’s been over a decade since I’ve been up to date on what’s going on in Doctor Who, and noped out of Sherlock after the hot mess that happened after Season 2. On top of that, my writing’s all over the place because my teenage self had a long way to go when it came to storytelling, and part of me wants to go back and edit but the rest of me can’t help but think, ‘no, this fic has literally grown with you,’ even if it sounds cheesy as all get out.

All I know is, I want to finish this fic. I have a bullet point outline, next to no knowledge of Doctor Who lore and probably need to do a lot of research to do it, but it is going to happen. Eventually.

Ere The World Falls/The Lullaby of Obliteration:

Writer’s block hit me like a battering ram because ETWF was supposed to be finished in a week.

Look, this is what happens when all you have is a single scene you desperately want in the next chapter, but absolutely nothing else. Specifically, this snippet:

“Oh, I like you,” Hela laughed, something as cold and sharp as the rest of her and Tony didn’t know if he was imagining the goosebumps he felt right now.

Also, ETWF’s meant to be chaos incarnate and found family and end with hope for a better future for everyone, but... I kinda wrote myself into a corner on some things, and found a great way to tie Norse mythology and Marvel comics lore that would require either a lot of heavy editing, or a grimdark remix that I don’t actually have the energy to tackle, because I really kinda need happy endings right now.

Darth Calamity/The Man Who Sold The World:

you know what? I’ve been up to my ears in rl family drama, I am not up to writing fictional angst right now. The remix with more identity shenanigans? Maybe, but first I have to wade through Skywalker family drama to get there. Hmm. Where’s inspiration when you need it?

No Hero [Downward Descending]:

yes, I know Justin Hammer doesn’t come across as being good at this supervillain thing. No, I don’t know how we got here either, this was supposed to be my stab at writing a SI-OC [emphasis on the OC] that got a tad bit out of hand. Especially when it came to the family drama, because I originally had zero intention of expanding on it beyond ‘Justin’s life went on Hard Mode from an early age, and it’s part of why they are Like That now’, but turns out Hammer Senior is a great heat sink for some things. Apologies for that, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ turns out I really needed to vent.

...in retrospect, I missed a golden opportunity for said OC to make a comment about vaguely expecting to see everyone running around in spandex, and that is one of the few regrets I have. Just as a metacommentary on how desaturated the movies got later on, compared to what little I know of the comics.

Beyond that, though, I’m having a lot of fun with a protagonist who accidentally weaponized the power of friendship.

The War is Far From Over Now AU:

Main fic’s finished, still too burned out to consider tackling the sidefic.

The plan currently is to take all the ‘Stuff I Couldn’t Quite Fit In’ posts I made- aka all the plot points that ended up getting cut for my sanity, because my heart had been set on finishing TWiFFON before graduating undergrad and even that ended up going sideways- and playing by ear from there.

Specific plot points I’d once been eager to tackle had included stuff like ‘The Curious Case of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes’ [aka SI Legal’s freakout over the files they end up having to sort through in the aftermath of the Civil War arc], and ‘Vision’s Adventures In Trying To Become a Psychiatrist’ because multiple commenters basically went ‘wow JARVIS really needs therapy, and no one on Earth really is equipped to help Skynet here’ and I remember thinking, “lol yeah, that’s kinda the point, but also that’s a great idea!!!” and had been planning to write something to that effect. Only, things hit the fan in my life not long after, and then burnout on top of that, and next thing I know it’s been years since I last touched this AU but still feel no inclination to do so.

#Naught rambles #thinking aloud #by myself but not alone #By Dawn's Early Light #Live Through The Rain #blurred lines #Ere the world falls #The Rise of Darth Calamity #The Man Who Sold The World #No Hero [Downward Descending] #3 am musings #writer's commentary

[bloodsuckingbea]

Blood on the Stage

{Paul x OC}

{Modern AU}

Summary:

Tessa Johnson is an aspiring singer who dreams of making it big. Unfortunately, she is going through writer's block trying to make a new song. Her friends suggested that she go on a trip for some much-needed inspiration. So Tessa and her friends go on a road trip and end up in Santa Carla. They go to a hot nightclub near the boardwalk where Tessa bumps into a mysterious stranger.

{Author's note}

This idea was more or less inspired by the HBO series "The Idol", which I'm really aware is a mess. However, the premise for it seems interesting. So this one shot was born. Whether I make it a multi-chapter fic, that's debatable. Anyway, I created a tag for this AU for anyone interested. But alas,

Enjoy!

Tessa sits down by the bar to catch her breath. She has been dancing all night since arriving at this club with her two friends. Now her legs are sore and her throat is parched. She turns her seat around and looks at the bar menu to scan what drinks they offer. Tessa’s concentration is broken when a glass is placed before her. She raises an eyebrow at the glass and looks up to see the bartender walking away.

“Hey, I didn’t order this,” Tessa said to the bartender.

“Someone ordered it and asked me to give it to you,” The bartender said. He then points in the other direction and Tessa looks.

Tessa sees a man waving at her with a playful smile. He has blue eyes and long, wild blonde hair that cascades down to his shoulders. He wears a red bandana around his head. His outfit consists of a leather jacket, a black fishnet top, ripped jeans, and black boots. This man looks like he came straight out of an 80s rock band. Not many people can pull off a retro look, but this guy is killing it as far as Tessa is concerned. 

Although he is not her type, she admires his handsome features. The drooling ladies surrounding him seemed to think so as well. Both Tessa and the man hold brief eye contact. It was not long until the man walked over to Tessa and took the empty seat next to her. A few of the drooling ladies walk away with pouts on their faces while others stare daggers at Tessa.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” the man asked. 

“Having a girl’s night out,” Tessa said. “I like your look. Very retro.” 

“Thanks! I could say for you, doll,” the man said. “Name’s Paul.”

“Tessa. Tess for short,” Tessa replied.

“Pleasure meeting yah,” Paul said. “I don’t think I’ve seen your face around here before. New in town?”

“You could say that,” Tessa answered. “I’m just here for a road trip with my friends.” 

“Ah, an adventurous girl, I see,” Paul said. “And you and gals ended up here in Santa Carla?”

“Yup, the so-called murder capital of the world,” Tessa joked. “Is that what people around here really call this town?” 

Paul chuckles at her question. “That’s just something the locals do to scare some tourists.”

“So they won’t move in and hijack the rent?” Tessa asked as she gave Paul a little smile. Paul laughs at the remark.

“You know, you're pretty funny. I like your vibe.” Paul said. “What made you and the girls stop at Santa Carla?”

Tessa found herself deep in conversation with Paul. She had just met him and already she felt comfortable with him in her presence. So comfortable that she shared some tidbits of her personal life. Since she was a little girl, she wanted to be a pop star. Now she is trying to make that into a reality. It’s been going slow, she managed to capture a small fanbase on whatever social media she has. However, Tessa felt like she was growing stagnant in her craft and is now going through writer’s block. Which is why she is on this road trip. As her friends suggested maybe some travel will give her some inspiration. 

“So you want to be a pop star, huh?” Paul asked and Tessa nodded. “I think I can help you out with that.”

“Really,” Tessa said. “How?”

“I happen to be in a band myself,” Paul explained. “We’re not mega-famous, but we have a loyal fanbase and a load of connections.

He then digs his hand into a pocket of his leather jacket and takes out a business card. He hands it to Tessa and she takes it. On the front, is Paul’s band logo with the bold letters “The Lost Boys”. On the back of the card is a phone number.

“If you ever need help in getting famous,” Paul said. “Just call.”

“Tessa!” Someone calls out to Tessa. She recognizes that it is one of her friends. She looks at the card and then at Paul. She nods and smiles at him before saying “Thanks. I’ll keep in touch if I can.”

“Sure thing, doll,” Paul said. Then flashes her a smirk and a wink before he disappears into the crowd.

Tessa stares down at the business card. She wonders if this is some sort of scam. However, another part of her hopes is genuine. Paul could be telling a lot of lies, but he seemed like he was telling the truth and he wanted to help her.

She decides that once she reunites with her friends and gets back to the motel, she will make a call.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #my writings #my ocs #tlb oc #tlb blood on the stage au

[deada55]

The Game (WIP)

for kloktober day 8: mermaids or monsters AND for kloktober day 10: came back different

So... This one's a mess. I've had this idea for a hot minute, but writer's block is making it hard to envision and revise well.

But, here it is: some post-traumatic father/autistic son bonding! Also, I think Oscar is a Dallas Cowboys fan.

“How are we doing today?”

Rose turned on the range hood and started to toast the kraft mac n’ cheese noodles in butter. “Well, we got dressed, actually! We went outside for five minutes, then we watched TV. The afternoon was hard… Big crash. We’re still tired. I really think he only got two hours the other night… I think he was lying awake before the fire alarm chirped.”

“Still sick?”

“A little bit, but it sounds like a tension headache or a sinus headache.”

“That breathing thing didn’t work?”

“He couldn’t do the things he wanted to do, Oscar. I didn’t try to get him to listen to me count— I let him lay down  and hoped he’d end up asleep.” She dumped in the water to boil the noodles. The butter, when suspended on the water, was always a little less oil overall than one thought, especially in a new nonstick pan. (Best Christmas gift ever! She’d never felt so dowdy and proud!)

“So it’s really that bad…” He hung his keys on the tree by the phone. 

“Oh, no, he’ll be good tonight, He’s ready for a 8:00 kind of night. Give him a popsicle and a water after dinner.” 

“Think he’ll be off macaroni soon?” Nathan was going through phases of the same food over, and over, and over again before the school year started, but since Then, they were five times as intense. The pediatrician said whatever he’d eat or drink voluntarily is fine when trying to manage his other “symptoms,” so they leaned in. After all, they knew he was frightened deeply, and scared by how worried he was. It was wonderful having a kid who was so direct, so unembarrassed, and so serious, but it meant he was vulnerable. He got along fine with other kids (a miracle for a nonverbal only child!), but something so overwhelming, close, and incomprehensible as a truck coming through a classroom and mowing down your classmates had definitely touched a vulnerable place. Death, chaos, and fear… right where you’d least expect it.

“He asked me for juice today.”

“Nice. Apple?”

“Cranberry.”

Oscar crossed his arms and chuckled. “Where’d he pick that up?”

“Probably the TV. Want to go see if he’s still awake?” She picked up the pot with two trivets and slowly started pouring the spent pasta-water into the sink. 

Their living room had been converted into a hole lit by the television and a scented candle. Their curtains, lined with white canvas, blocked out every crack and crevice of sun through a very specific pleating and placement of fabric. Their carpet was vacuumed weekly, three times over, while Nathan was with the psychologist. The whole house was flipped in those two hours, from neat but not bleached to fumey and sparkling. Why? 

Nathan laid on the floor on his stomach, face propped up against his arms. True to Rose’s report, he was wearing normal clothes, and hadn’t chosen to do that since Then.

Oscar sat down criss-cross on the floor a yard and some change away from him, near his eyegaze. “Hi, Nate! How was your day?”

He covered his face and huffed in frustration… no big deal, he didn’t want to use up energy to talk. 

“Mom’s almost done with your dinner. It’ll be five minutes, ok?”

Nothing but a grunt.

“Nathan~! We’re running ahead of schedule today. Get hungry!”

He groaned, but he rolled and sat up kneeling.

When the macaroni was done, Oscar brought it out while Rose packed up the other half for the fridge. Nathan saw the bowl, but didn’t want anything until Rose turned the corner into the living room, then he could eat.

After he’d been put to bed, their bed, Rose grabbed her tiny makeup kit off the top of her dresser and jammed it into her purse. Her claw clip, blouse, slacks, and mules were as haute as she could get. Her friends offered to take her out, and she followed a whim to try and break a month-long streak of checking on Nathan every ten minutes or less. Tonight felt like a toss-up, but Oscar had her phone number, and the doctor had just prescribed valium if Nathan hurt himself.

Oscar sat down on the couch, and she patted his shoulder as she made her way out the door and into her friend’s car.

The game was on, so having a couple drinks and a couple peanuts made sense… then he remembered the bills. While he was still clearheaded, he should get ahead of the game. He worked at the kitchen table, where he could sip a beer and pick at cocktail mix between checks and calculations. 

Nathan came out from the shadows in the hall and haunted the doorway. All the key-tapping on the calculator and pen scratching stopped. Oscar started trying to balance something else. Nathan looked fine, straight face, looking back at him, pajamas still clean…

“Hey, buddy,” In order to reach the phone for Rose, he’d have to cross in front of Nathan, and it might send him running. 

Nathan and Rose had a different kind of relationship of course, but there were a lot new of miserable, depressed aversions and nervous tics that Oscar seemed to set off more than he soothed. This wasn’t a situation where he was explaining how people die on the job before remembering his son said his first word a split-second before a hideous degloving incident on a “bring your kid to work day”, well-meaning and misdirected. He was trying, he read the damn books, he loved letting him try two or three times to put his thoughts into words, he loved that Nathan talked about other kids in his class (by their names, twice!) before some motherfucker drove their truck into an elementary school. Nathan might have been swept away like a barrier island in a hurricane. He used to be so willing to go places and be around people without much hesitation, but now he was stuck between being terrified to sleep and enraged when he wanted to but couldn’t. The only person who could get him to function since was his mother.

He came forward. Oscar turned out from the table to face him head-on.

Nathan’s Mickey pajamas were getting some miles. The bottom hem had been pulled down so many times that there were marks for the last couple of inches where the knit of the fabric had been stretched beyond return in horizontal stripes and lighter than the fabric around it, like little scars. Nathan picked at the seams at the sides and looked only at Oscar’s chest… There wasn’t a point in asking eye contact from Natan after dinnertime, and usually when he gave it, hed forget anything you said while he was looking at you. He shifted his weight between his bare feet.

“What can I do for you?”

The ceiling fan rocked overhead.

“Do you want me to call-”

Nathan stepped closer until he were resting on Oscar’s chest and wrapped in his arms.

The television played an intro. Osca didn’t realize how tightly he was holding Nathan until the weight in his hands changed.

“Ooh, stand up, buddy.” When Nathan was self-supporting again and rubbing his face, Oscar pushed him away to get a better look at him.

“Feel OK?”

He got a nod back, and Nathan stepped forward.

“Hold on. Do you want to go back to bed?” Nathan shook his head and looked up at his dad.

“No? Well…” Oscar smiled and tilted his head towards the living room. “Do you want to come sit with me?”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t even the end of the first quarter when they settled on the couch. Nathan immediately pushed a throw pillow against the arm of the sofa and laid down, but he sat up when he heard the rustling of a chip bag.

“Lay back down, I didn’t forget you.” Oscar opened one side of a square paper napkin to make a cone and put a generous handful of chips in it before putting it on the coffee table in front of Nathan. 

Nathan’s feet made their way onto Oscar’s leg. “Got enough room?”

He unfolded, picked the throw pillow back up and put it against the back of the sofa and Oscar’s side, then he curled up under his arm. He was almost too big for it.

“Comfy?”

Oscar cracked open a Lite and watched the game. About half the can later, there was a penalty, and he started to explain it to Nathan until he felt deep, easy breathing under his arm.

Rose came home with five minutes left of the game and pumped her fist in a silent cheer. Even if the guys were only asleep another twenty minutes, that left her a guaranteed ten with the bed all to herself!

#metalocalypse #mtl fanfic #oscar explosion #kloktober2023 #my writing

[rosariofm]

{ camila mendes, 22, female, she/her } hey, what’s up! i’m rosario pereira. i’m from philadelphia, pa and everyone back at home calls me ro. i always get told that i’m staunch and meticulous but the haters will say i’m erratic and enigmatic. when people think of me, they think of unanswered text messages, messy bed sheets, and missed phone calls but that’s just who i am, and like i always say “they act like i’m not in full control of where i throw this cooch.”

howdy folks ! it is i , your friendly neighborhood trash can noel bringing you my feisty little baby

*  --  details  !

name:  rosario  estella  pereira

nickname(s):  ro  ,  rosa  

age:  twenty-two

date  of  birth:  8th  of  january

zodiac  sign:  capricorn

hometown:  pennsylvania  ,  pa

sexual  &  romantic  orientation:  pansexual  /  panromantic

*  --  background  !

okay  so  rosario  was  born  &  raised in pennsylvania , pa  to  her  parents  ,  celeste & miguel  pereira . she  has  a  twin  sister  named  evelyn  who  is  younger  than  her  by  a  whole  10  minutes (  she  will  forever  tease  her  about  that  ) .

rosario’s  mother  worked  as  a  film  maker  &  her  father  was  a  business  man  so  the  family  was  pretty  well  off  and  didn’t  have  to  worry  about  anything  financial  wise .

even  though  her  parents  were  spotty  with  their  appearances  due  to  work , they still managed to be parents , though not very good ones. they opted for the more  authoritarian  parenting  style  --  having  extremely  high  expectations  for  them  but  never  giving  them  any  positive  feedback  &  just  handing  out  harsh  punishments &  restrictive  rules  like  they  were  free  ice  cream  cones  on  a  summer  afternoon .  for  the  most  part , them  pushing  rosario  in  the  way  they  wanted  to  worked  out  well  up  until  just  after  graduation  when  a  group  of  her  friends  basically  dragged  her  out  &  gave  her  that  sweet  ole  taste  of  the  night  life . rosario  would  be  lying  to  not  just  herself  but  to  everyone  around  her  if  she  said  she  didn’t  like  the  little  taste  of  freedom  she got . it  practically  led  her  to  sneaking  out  more , going  to  parties  more  often  &  just  doing  whatever  she  wanted  to  do  without  someone  breathing  down  her  back  every  two  seconds  .

her  little  taste  of  freedom  actually  caused  her  to  discover  herself  a  lot  more  than  she  ever  really  could . she  really  loves  to  draw , but  she  has  a  thing  for  doing  pole  fitness  &  eventually  turned  her  passion  for  pole  fitness  into  being  an  actual  stripper  at  the  age  of  20  &  oh  boy  were  her  parents  kicking  down  doors  when  they  found  that  out . pretty  much  gave  her  the  ultimatum  to  either  quit  doing  what  she  was  doing  or  they  wouldn’t  speak  to  her  &  well... she  hasn’t  spoken  to  them  in  two  whole  years  &  she  likes  it  that  way . she’ll  tell  you  that  her  decision  wasn’t  her  being  defiant  but  that  she  was  thinking  of  herself  first  (  as  one  always  should  )  for  a  change  &  how  much  authority  they  actually  had  over  her  now  that  she  was  an  actual  adult  ( which wasn’t much when she thought about it ) .

now  her  even  sending  in  an  audition  tape  was  simply  because  she  wanted  to  get  herself  out  there  more  than  she  already  is  &  she’d  be  lying  if  she  said  she  wasn’t  here  for  potential  opportunities  that  it  could  open  her  up  to .

*  --  personality  !

rosario  can  be  very  erratic  when  angered  or  excited  &  you  truly  never  really  know  what  you’re  going  to  get  out  of  an  interaction  with  her  at  times , but  with  that  said , she  is  &  always  will  be  loyal  to  those  that  are  loyal  to  her  . she’s  also  very  honest  &  realistic  so  if  you’re  not  ready  for  her  to  tell  it  like  it  is  &  knock  you  back  down  to  reality , cover  your  ears  because  she’s  going  to  do  it  anyways . she’s  also  very  confident , &  knows  her  worth . i  promise  she  is  a  tough  cookie  to  crack  when  it  comes  down  to  wanting  her  to  be  in  a  relationship . she’s  very  much  a “ relationship ? what’s that ? ” kind  of  girl  just  because  of  past  experiences .

#jshorehq:intro #jshorehq:rosario #i really had writer's block all nIGHT and this was the hot mess i came up with #i can't. it's 5 am and this is the chicken scratch that came out phew #if y'all have questions about rosario..... do not hesitate to ask #i'd be more than happy to answer them when i'm not about to flop over for the rest of the night/early morning 🤍

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His Girl

Baji Keisuke x Reader

warnings: dom!baji, sub!fem!reader, toman AU, degradation kink, size kink, gun kink, NSFW 18+, fingering, cunnilingus, idfk what else to put here

a/n: this was kind of rushed but i was suddenly motivated to write a baji smut so here you go all you horny readers :)

sorry if this sucks, terrible case of writers block lately. btw everyone’s aged up !

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everyone who knew baji knew that he was a man who kept his priorities straight. those priorities consisted of toman, his few friends, business, and ever since two years ago- you. despite what everyone assumed, you were okay with not being his first priority. it was normal for you to stay up til the latest hours of the night, awaiting his arrival. it was normal for you to wake up with a cold, empty spot beside you on the mattress.

you never bothered him about what it exactly was that he did inside of toman, or what his so called “business” really was. you knew he was a bit shady, but at the end of the day, when he’s pulling you closer into his chest at 4 a.m., breathing in your scent and peppering kisses onto your forehead, it didn’t matter.

everyone from moebius to valhalla knew that you were his girl. of course, there had been a few instances in the past where baji had to get his hands dirty and correct a few guys for looking at you in the way that only he can look at you.

despite what had become the norm, tonight was different. you were cozy on the couch in the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, a blanket wrapped around your form that was covered with only one of baji’s t-shirts and your lace undies. you sipped on your hot chocolate, slightly jumping as a weak knock sounded on the door.

you got up and went on your tippy toes to peek through the tiny hole, and as you expected you saw baji, his scratched up face and tired eyes looking downwards. your delicate fingers took care of all of the extra locks baji had installed, and you opened the door swiftly.

“finally! i was waiting for yo-” you froze as you looked up at him, his usually narrowed eyes now slightly wider and teary. “baby? what’s the matter?” you took your hand, much smaller than his own, and grabbed his arm to pull him inside before closing and locking the door behind him.

“s too much.. can’t do it ‘nymore…” he muttered, his head now collapsing onto your shoulder. you ran a hand through his black locks as he stood up straight, peering down at you with that same, sad and guilty look. you planted a kiss on his jaw and cupped his cheek. “what’s too much, my love?”

he only looked into your eyes, not speaking as his brows furrowed and a tear silently fell, staining his cheek. he brought his face closer and your lips connected, his tongue rapidly entering your mouth and exploring it with dominance.

“mmh… w-wait, aauh..” you mumbled into his mouth, trying to speak to him. with prior consent, both you and baji had agreed on a safe word and so, naturally, protests such as ‘wait’ or ‘stop’ or ‘slow down,’ meant absolutely nothing to him.

he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands resting under your thighs and slamming you down onto the bed that you shared. you looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, and his expression darkened as he bent down and tore apart your thighs.

“look at you…” he chuckled against your skin, nibbling on your inner thigh and running a finger along your clothed slit. “such a fucking mess for me already.” you could tell he was getting a kick out of you feeling embarrassed, and it was his sick way of making you feel good.

he looked up at you once more and you nodded before he tore apart your panties, hungrily eyeing your glistening womanhood that ached for his touch. the first warm lick against your sensitive bud caused you to shiver, and after enjoying your reaction he utterly devoured your pussy. two of his skilled fingers entered your hole without warning, causing you to gasp and arch your back in ecstasy.

the pink muscle continued to suck and flick at your clit, your core immediately tightening, the coil nearly snapping. “s so good… gon’ cum s-s-soon.” you purred, and he gripped your thighs even harder than before, lapping at your folds and chuckling into your pussy, the vibrations causing you to snap.

the coil became fully undone, your orgasm hitting you like a fucking bus, your legs shaking and a loud moan invading your room. “that’s my fucking girl. such a good little cumslut, yeah?” you mindlessly nodded in response, lost in bliss. you snapped back to reality when a small click could be heard, and a cold metal was pressed between your thighs.

in his slender hand you saw his gun, and you jumped up, pulling away. “relax, it’s not loaded... just looks so good next to that pretty pussy.” he rubbed the edge of it up and down your slit, and as you came down from your orgasm you sure as hell were ready for more. you needed more.

“i want you…” you said, making grabby hands in the direction of his dick. the gun slid into your mouth as you whimpered in response. “suck.” he ordered, and you knew better than to disobey him.

“you want what? my big cock in that tight cunt?” he grunted in your ear and you nodded, gagging over and over again on his gun as he continued to push it down your throat. you looked up at him beneath your lashes, your cheeks hollowing as strings of saliva ran down his hand. “fuck… don’t look at me like that.”

he unclasped his belt and looked down at you. despite his rough tone and usual severe degradation towards you, his eyes were asking for consent, to which you nodded. he positioned himself at your entrance and slowly slid in, inch by fucking inch. once you were stuffed full of his eight inches, he huffed and leaned in to your ear, thrusting once without warning.

you mewled loudly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he chuckled, basking in the feeling off your velvety walls pulsating around him. “you’re a bigger whore than i thought… already screaming for me and i’ve barely,” he trusted once more as you moaned, “fucking,” and again he thrusted even harder, “started.”

“kei… s-slow down.” you gasped, clawing at his chest and leaving crescent shaped marks along his shoulders. “what?” he chuckled, “you want me to slow down?” he imitated you by slightly raising his voice before grabbing your neck and pulling you upwards, his lips now touching the shell of your ear. “can’t take my fat cock in that tiny little pussy, hah..”

baji paid special attention to the way your cunt sucked in his girth, groaning at the sight of your throbbing clit begging to be touched by him. he knew your body so well at this point that your walls had molded to shape him, that his eyes flickered to that one spot of your lower stomach, now staring at the bulge that gently bobbed up and down beneath your skin. hell, your pussy was made to take his cock so fucking well.

“f-fuck.. gah.. k-kei, im-” “close? already?” he cut you off. you nodded hastily in response, feeling that familiar warm sensation in your stomach that only he could make you feel. he pressed his hand down on your lower stomach, his dick twitching at the feeling of him inside of you. “fucking pathetic… you can barely last with me fucking your brains out, hm? you’re my dirty fucking slut, aren’t ya?”

you looked up and looked eyes with him, your expression begging to gush all over his length. “y-yes.. ‘m your sl-slut.” you choked on your own words, feeling the air knock out of your lungs as his tip brushed against your cervix and provided a pleasurable sting. baji felt your walls clench around him at his words.

“you dirty little whore… you like being degraded this much, hah?” you didn’t reply as drool seeped down your chin and tears of immeasurable pleasure pricked the corners of your eyes. “i’m fucking talking to you,” he said rather angrily, gripping your throat.

“s-sorry, ‘m gunna cum!” you said loudly, moaning into his sloppy kiss and looking into his eyes as he pulled away and squeezed your throat, cutting off your oxygen almost completely. “yeah? you’re gonna cum soon? gonna cum all over my big cock, right?” he replied with a question, and your vision began to blur.

the biggest orgasm of your life was now pooling in your stomach, and baji knew it too. a smug smirk crept its way onto his face as he cupped your breast and squeezed it gently with his free hand, the other one still lying on your throat. “y-yes… gon’ cum all o-over yer’ f-fat… agh.. cock.”

relaying back to baji that his cock was, in fact, huge was all it took for him to nibble at your shoulder and bring a thumb to your clit before rubbing sloppy circles over it. the coil then snapped, and your orgasm hit you like a crashing wave. you thrashed around underneath him, a pleasurable cry filling the room as your legs shook and he gripped your thighs, watching as your cunt tightened and gushed around him.

“that’s my girl… creaming around me. open wide.” he instructed, and you shivered at the nickname before parting your lips and opening your mouth. he pumped his length dry of all his salty cum that was now dripping down your chin, breasts, lips, and was on your tongue. “swallow.”

you then collapsed after doing as he said as he got up, collecting a warm wash cloth and a glass of water for you. he gently wiped you clean, planting small kisses across your body, all the way from your calves to your forehead. you had to admit, baji’s aftercare was good as hell. he then used a soothing lotion to rub circles on your back, legs, and neck, before handing you the glass of water and collapsing next to you.

your legs tangled together within the soft sheets and warm blankets, and your head was now on his chest as he tangled his fingers in your hair, running them through your locks. you looked up at him and planted two kisses on his jaw as he looked down at you in awe.

“you were so good for me.” he said, and wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you in even closer. the feeling of your warm, naked bodies resting against each other was enough to warm his entire heart, and the smile that you gave him as he kissed your forehead was enough to make his heart flutter.

“did you wanna tell me what happened tonight? you know… why you came back all scratched up and sad?” you asked, and he hesitated to reply before grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him. his back now rested against the headboard, and he pulled you closer so that your foreheads were now touching.

“i wish…” he hesitated again, and you cupped his cheek in attempt to reassure him everything would be ok. “i wish we could spend more time together, so we could cuddle and go out that’s all.” your heart picked up the pace as your eyes widened and a smile spread across your lips.

“aah… you’re so adorable, kei.” you ruffled his hair and planted a kiss on his lips, his hands still gripping your bare hips. “i wish we could too… but i understand you’re busy.” his stomach dropped at your words, did you really think you weren’t more important to him than his ‘job?’

he took a hand and gently ran it up the side of your body, all the way to your cheek, staring into your eyes as if he was deep in thought. “you know you’re the most important thing to me, right?” you nodded in response, his heart aching at the realization that there was nothing he could do to improve the amount of time he actually got to see you.

“let’s just make the most out of the time we do have together.”

#tokyo revengers #anime #smut #tokyo revengers baji #baji keisuke #tokyo revengers smut #baji x reader #baji #baji smut #im too #lazy #to put more tags #enjoy #i hope yall like it

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Ѕтдсч'ѕ Мом | Рдгт Тшо

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Nat has you all to the herself just the for weekend. And she’s gonna take every second for granted.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat again bc i luv her, so major age gap (reader 21+), pool sex, stacy almost catching y’all, somnophilia/waking the r up with sex, tiny tiny bit of angst

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I’m having writer’s block atm but i did have this in the back of my head. Might do a part three?

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The white sunshine woke Nat from her peaceful sleep slightly irritating her but when her eyes landed upon your tranquil form beside her, she forgot what put her in a bad mood in the first place. She brushed the hair from your face listening to the quiet snores with a small smile on her face.

Last night was incredible for her. She couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked under her; squirming and whining as she drilled her hips into you. She hadn’t remembered the last time she’d shared her bed with someone she cared about. You made her feel young again. Reminded her what it felt like to be desired, to be craved by another woman again.

She couldn’t resist her hands roaming across your soft belly pulling you closer to her warm body. She kissed the side of your head down to your ear nibbling softly on your earlobe making your stir in your sleep. You turned your head to face her and she brushed her nose along yours before pulling away to see a faint smile on your sleepy face.

A mischievous idea popped into the older woman’s head and before she could dwell on it much longer she moved her body down your naked one before settling between your thighs. She hadn’t gotten a taste like she had wished for last night but this would be the first of many times she was going to get to.

She kissed your hips and gently caressed the inside of your thighs softly. Your knees pushed back subconsciously allowing her to settle more comfortably. She leaned down kissing the inside of your thighs softly pulling sighs and moans from you already. She kept her eyes trained on you as she licked your pussy.

Your hips wiggled and bucked forward into her mouth; your sighs and whimpers grew louder at the feeling. You thought you were dreaming. Feeling the older woman between your thighs felt surreal. You woke up hazy quickly registering the beautiful redhead that buried her tongue deep inside you.

Your hands found home in her red and blonde locks that you spent many nights dreaming about tugging on. Her big green eyes were trained on yours with nothing but a mischievous and lustful glint in them. She inserted a finger past your folds; it felt cold and soft. Your body unable to resist shuddering.

"Nat," you sighed, keeping your fingers buried in her long locks.

"доброе утро," she hummed against your skin making your stomach tighten with pleasure.

She skillfully added another finger stretching you out just a bit but nowhere near as much as her cock did the night before. She spread your folds with her outer fingers before leaning down again flicking her tongue against your bundle of nerves. She moved her fingers quicker in and out you wrapping her lips around your clit sucking harshly.

"Fuck, that feels so good, mommy," you whined, wiggling your hips wildly.

Nat brought her forearm up, resting firmly on your hips to steady your wild movements. She didn't slow down her pace as you got closer and closer to your release. Your moans grew louder as did your whimpers and whines. Your body shook in pleasure as you fell over the edge, crying Nat's name in ecstasy.

You slowly came down from your high in a pan`ting mess. Your skin felt hot and sticky, the sheets clinging on to you. Your tummy flipped and fluttered when you laid your eyes on Natasha. She brought her fingers up to her lips sucking lewdly on them keeping her eyes trained on you slowly crawling back over your body.

"Good morning, красотка," she hummed against your lips before kissing you properly.

"What a way to wake a girl up," you giggled, cupping her face in your hands.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You just looked so fucking sweet lying there, practically waiting for me to ruin all over again," she whispered huskily.

"Nat," you breathed out.

"Y/n," she whispered with just as much desperation in her voice as yours did.

Reality struck suddenly. This was the mother of one of your closest friends, your best friend. she practically twice your age and here you were naked in her bed while her daughter was away. This was so inappropriate. What would happen if you were to get caught by Stacy, finding her best sleeping with her mom? She would kill you, never trust you again.

"This is wrong," you turned your head away.

"Then why does it feel so good? So right?" she ran nose along your jaw and around the shell of your ear.

"Fuck," her cold fingers grazed your soft skin making you burst into chills.

"Just for the weekend, please," she begged.

"Let me have you all to myself for the weekend and when Stacy comes back, we can pretend this never happened. I promise."

"Nat," you whispered.

"Please," Nat begged.

"Just for the weekend?"

She nodded with sadness in her eyes. You pressed your lips to hers momentarily before Nat slowly crawled out of bed. She disappeared into the bathroom quickly coming back out with a fluffy white robe wrapped around her beautiful body. She was ready to walk out but stopped in the doorway turning back to you with a coy smile.

“What do you want for breakfast, baby?”

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The day went by and Nat refused to take her hands off you. Making breakfast ended with you on your knees, head between her thighs as she patted your head drinking from her mimosa; of course having to put that down and steady herself from how good your tongue felt. Having lunch ended with your hands tied behind your back bent over the couch as she pound her faux cock into you from behind. And it hasn't even surpassed one pm.

The sun shone brightly and you and Nat dressed to spend a couple hours by the pool. She wore a stunner leopard print bikini that you couldn’t help but gock at. She wore a straw sun hat and carried a small book with her. Her curves and long legs on display made your tummy fluttered. You felt unimpressive and somewhat self conscious wearing a simple white bikini.

“Such a beaut,” she smiled, pressing her lips against yours. Well, that certainly made you feel better. She walked hand in yours outside, settling down on a lawn chair. She pulled you on top of her, your knees falling either side of her hips. Her delicate hands rubbed softly over your thighs and hips to cup your cheeks.

“God, I could just kiss you all day,” she grinned.

“Really taking this weekend for granted aren’t ya?” you giggled.

“If this is the only time I get to pretend you're mine, I'll take every second I have for granted,” she whispered.

You looked into her teary eyes, tears building up on your own. It’s not that you didn’t want her just as bad, what will people say if a very popular and successful billionaire business woman in New York City was found dating a significantly younger woman, her daughter’s best friend to be exact, she’d be torn to shreds by the public. That’s not fair to her, or to Stacy.

“I- I’m gonna take a dip,” you smiled softly. Nat could see the cogs whirring in your pretty little head but she knew it wasn’t something to talk about right now; so she didn’t push.

“Kiss,” she pulled you back to her.

You smiled in the kiss before walking over to the pool swaying your hips a little extra knowing she’d be eyeing you up and down. Nat bit her lip and watched you slowly walk into the pool soaking your gorgeous skin that practically glowed under the sun. She knew what game you were trying to play so she shoved her face in her book for the time being.

A few moments went by and you just relaxed by the edge of the pool soaking in the sun and the view that the backyard gave you. You turned your head to look for Nat seeing as this had probably been the longest she’d gone today without taking you in some way, but she wasn’t lounging where she had been for the last twenty minutes.

“Miss me already?” she said walking back outside with two drinks in her hand and a smirk on her face.

“Well, considering you haven’t tried to jump my bones for the tenth time today I was beginning to get worried you might’ve gotten tired of me,” you retorted.

“Hon, I could never get tired of you,” she handed you the glass.

“What is it?”

“Just a pina colada,” she smiled.

“You don’t strike me as a woman who likes to drink pina coladas,” you grinned taking a sip.

“Well, no. I’m Russian. I like vodka; straight,” she said with a thick heavy Russian accent, making you giggle.

“But lucky for you, I’m not,” she wiggled her brows making your eyes widen momentarily before bursting into laughter.

“That was a good one,” you giggled.

“Come here,” she chuckled.

You pressed your lips against hers moving perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. She pressed your back against the edge of the pool slipping her tongue last your lips. She caged you in her arms and yours wrapped around her small waist pulling her body flushed against you.

“God, so fucking sweet,” she whisepred tasting the remnants of the fruit drink you just drank.

Her fingers dipped in the water tracing the waistline of your bikini bottoms. She curled her finger over them pulling them down and you watched them float to the surface gasping when her finger grazed between your thighs.

"красотка, I can feel how wet you've gotten. And I know it's not the water," she nibbled on your earlobe.

"Oh, Nat," you moaned breathlessly.

She pushed her finger past your folds, instantly feeling your walls clench with need. She circled your clit expertly with her thumb, pressing her lips back on yours desperately. You brought your hands up and playfully flicked her sun hat off before wrapping your arms around her neck, arching your chest into hers.

Your leg wedged between her legs and she slowly grinded on your thigh. Her lips went to your neck softly sucking and biting the delicate skin as her fingers moved quicker and quicker stroking your velvety walls perfectly, chasing your release for you.

That was something you quickly noticed about her. Nat was an extreme giver. She always went out of her way to make you come undone for her. You had tasted her already but you had yet had a chance to have your own way with her. As much as the thought alone made you tingle, she always beat you bending you over whatever surface was available, the bed, the couch, the counter, anywhere taking you however she deemed appropriate from behind.

"Shit, I'm gonna- Fuck!" you squeaked.

"Come on, baby. Come all over mommy's fingers. Look at me," she demanded, her hips grinding wildly along your thigh chasing her own orgasm too.

You stared intimately into her eyes as your stomach tightened and your legs shook. If you weren't floating between the wall and her body, without a doubt your knees would've buckled sending you to the floor. You grip tightened around her neck pulling her forehead against yours as you felt yourself topple over the edge. Your body reaches nirvana as you cry her name.

Nat watched you with pure adoration and an open mouth as she came on your thigh. When you both eased back to reality her lips immediately found themselves back on yours. You breathed heavily through your nose and when she pulled away you couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?"

"You're addicted to kissing me," you giggled.

"I can't help it, красотка. Taste so sweet," she bit her lip.

"Let me grab some towels, baby."

Nat went inside leaving wet footprints along the house. She'll clean that up later. She grabbed a bundle of towels for you after putting on her fluffy white robe she usually wore. You stayed in the pool still breathing heavily waiting for her to return with those towels. Seeing as the pool wasn't necessarily as 'clean' as it was moments ago you opted to just get out and wait on a chair instead.

Suddenly, on her way back to the pool the front door opened and Stacy and her boyfriend walked in arguing. Nat's eyes widened and she looked at you who stood butt naked in her pool. You heard the two's sudden appearance, freezing in fear before realizing you needed to get dressed before either one catches you.

You jumped back in the pool treading the water to grab your bottoms that practically floated away and Nat tried her best to distract them for the time being until you were decent.

"Hi, you two are back so soon?" Nat said with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Jason booked the hotel room for one night instead of three," Stacy said frustratingly.

"I didn't mean to," he responded shyly.

"Can Jason just stay with us for the rest of the weekend?" Stacy asked.

"Sure," Nat sighed.

"Is everything ok, mom?"

"Yeah," No it's not.

You put your bottoms on overhearing the conversation. Your heart sank. Was it over? Did your glee filled weekend with your forbidden love end already? You looked sorrowfully at Nat who too looked to be in complete frustration and anger.

“Did I interrupt anything?” Stacy chuckled clearly joking but unbeknownst to her she really did.

“Oh, no. We were just tanning by the pool,” Nat shrugged with a half hearted smile. You hesitantly walked towards Nat seeing as she still held all the towels. You could still feel her; her lips on your neck, her fingers between your thighs, her core grinded against your thigh, her breasts pressed against yours, fuck. Fuck Stacy and her boyfriend coming home early.

“What happened?” Jason asked passing by you towards the pool.

“What do you mean?” Nat asked, handing you the towel.

“There’s something gooey, like white slime in the pool,” Jason called out and your eyes widened; you came pretty hard in Nat’s fingers but you didn’t know it was that much.

“We uh… we were having a drink, spilled some in the pool. Hence why we’re getting out,” Nat lied.

“Want me to call a pool guy?” Stacy asked.

“The filter should take care of it,” she waved off.

“Are, uh- are you kids hungry?” Nat redirected the conversation.

“Starving,” Stacy chuckled.

Stacy and Jason went to the kitchen leaving you and Nat alone for a minute. You couldn’t say anything afraid your voice would betray you. You went to leave, accepting that this fantasy you indulge the past twenty four hours, the best twenty four hours you’ve ever had, was over.

“Y/n,” Nat grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away.

“The weekend’s over, Nat. I’m sorry,” you whispered tears brimming your eyes.

“I’m gonna shower,” you said before walking away; Nat letting you go considering there wasn’t really anything else to say.

She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge grabbing some ingredients and placing them on the counter.

“What happened to Y/n?” Stacy asked.

“She’s gonna take a shower. She’ll be back,” she responded, still holding a solemn expression.

“Are you sure everything’s ok, mom?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

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backseat care

kyotani x f!reader  sum: getting elbowed in the face at a concert isn’t new for you, but at least this time it’s by a hot guy  cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, minor accidental violence (reader gets a bloody nose/split lip from kyo), mentions of blood, mentions of alcohol (but no one is drunk), slight public sex/car sex, oral (f!receiving), slight overstim, creampie, strangers to lovers wc: 2.4k a/n: i have had such bad writers block lately, but i’ve been wanting to write more kyo content for so long and i miss going to loud basement shows so why not combine both also there’s a longish intro just an fyi

the amount of pain from the limb crashing into your face isn’t all that different from what you’ve felt before. things get messy in the pit, you know that, but when you reach up to wipe the sweat from your upper lip you realize it smells a lot more like copper. just as your nose starts to leak the assailant spins around, looking as if he’s about to tell you off for getting in the way of his arm before his expression drops.

kyotani can’t believe he just gave the prettiest girl he’s ever seen a bloody nose and split lip. your head is tilted down, desperately trying to catch the blood in your palms as you cover up the bottom part of your face. the lights are flashing and it’s dark, but he feels like he can see all of you. 

“i’m sorry.” he huffs over the music. 

“it’s fine, i’m just gonna, uhh...” you choke out, lightly pinching your nose with a little wince. 

“c’mon,” he sighed, “let’s go see if there’s a first aid kit around.” he was already grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the mess of people before you could respond. his firm grip made your mind wander, momentarily distracted from the mess that was your face. 

after scrounging the dingy, cramped space for close to five minutes, he gives a defeated huff. 

“nothing?” you asked nasally, the blood finally slowing to a crawl. he shakes his head, eyebrows tightening together even more. 

“i have a kit in my car if you’re okay with that.” 

“tell me your name and promise you won’t murder me?” you breathe out, already texting the friend you came with about your little injury and that you were stepping out with a stranger. “you don’t really look creepy, but you never know.”

“kentarō kyōtani and no.” he quips back, still guiding you with his hand clamped around your arm out of the building. 

the cool night air runs right through your body, quelling the hotness that’s built up in your face. thankfully, his car is only two spots away from the exit. it’s tiny and black with two thin silver stripes that remind you of the ones that run through his hair, giving him a pseudo-mohawk.

he opens up the rear door, grabbing a box from the floor and motioning for you to sit, of which you happily oblige. under the dim light the car gives off you can clearly see his honey brown eyes and the way his eyeliner is smudged around.

“does it feel broken?” he asks about your nose, cautiously grabbing your chin to inspect the injuries. 

“no, i don’t think so. my mouth really hurts though.” you mumble out, heart racing under his calloused touch. 

“good, it doesn’t look broken. and your lip is a little split.” he rummages through the kit, pulling out a wipe that he carefully rubs along your face where the blood has caked and dried. 

“you’re pretty good at this, go to lots of rough shows?” you awkwardly break the tense quiet, trying to not move your lips much as you talk. 

“no, i play volleyball.” he says simply. it’s impossible for you to really tell whether it’s a joke or not, but out of gut reaction you laugh. “i’m not kidding,” he sighs, tossing the dirty wipe in a small trash carrier inside the car and pulling a tiny pad from the kit to press to your open lip. 

“oh, sorry, really? that’s pretty cool. didn’t realize volleyball was really a big contact sport. though i guess you could get hit in the face with the ball a lot.” 

“don’t get hit a ton in the face in Division 2 volleyball, but you can fall hard.”

another moment of silence passes when he takes the padding away from your lip and inspects your face once again. although your heart hasn’t slowed, it seems he’s just realized how close you’re faces are and how he’s kneeling between your thighs that keep twitching every time he leans in a little closer. 

“i wouldn’t expect a, uh, a professional volleyball player at a place like this.” voice all spluttery like you can’t control it. 

“you shouldn’t assume things about people.” he says simply, not moving a muscle. “your lips look better now,” he’s whispering now, the smooth vibrations of his voice echoing around in your head like a bouncy ball, “wanna try them out?” 

part of you wants to laugh at how cheesy his words are, but more of you is interested in how his lips would feel against yours. he doesn’t move a muscle, the needy feeling that’s burning inside of him can’t be seen through his eyes, but you catch it in the way his jaw tenses while he patiently waits for your answer. 

“that’s a great idea,” you whisper back as his face closes in on yours. 

his motions are gentle and measured, it’s easy to tell he’s holding back by the way his hands twitch against your waist. carefully, he’s avoiding the edge of your lip where it’s still bruised and open, but as he presses harder and harder into you, the pain grows. nothing about the kiss is nice - everything tastes of cheap beer, blood, sweat, and disinfectant, but it feels good. 

it feels as though his clawing fingers are burning into your sides, forcing you further into the backseat of the car. letting yourself willingly move back, he clumsily reaches up to snap the automatic light off in the roof, not quite closing the door all the way behind him. 

when his teeth scrape against your wound, you let out a small yelp against your own will. before the noise is even done coming out of your mouth, he pulls away, adjusting so he isn’t crushing you so hard into the seats, and cradling your face. 

“sorry,” you pant out, “just hurts a little.” 

at this angle he can see how little tears have pricked in the edge of your eyes, purely from the gentle stinging pain. it hurts his heart a little that he’s caused you some pain, but you look so pretty like this with your teary eyes and pink tongue sticking out as you quietly gasp for air. 

“let’s give you a little break, huh.” he chuckles, sitting back on his heels and grabbing your knees to hook over his shoulders. it takes a minute for your foggy brain to realize what’s happening, but as he lowers himself between your thighs, the sight makes you clench around nothing and everything clicks into place. 

suddenly you’re glad you wore a skirt. he nips up your already shaking thighs, eyes locked between your legs groaning at the pretty panties that were clinging to the slickness of your folds. he flips your skirt up, pressing your knees tighter to your body when his broad shoulders lift your legs higher. 

“please...?” you whimper when you feel his breath against you. 

“need to cum?” he questions, teasingly, mouthing over your clothed cunt. 

“yes, please, wanna cum.” hips barely jerking under him, desperate for anything. 

“pfft, i can tell. so wet already.” kyōtani mumbles into you just before he reaches his arms around your legs and rests them just above your pelvis, using one hand to pull aside the thin fabric. before the cool air could even hit your exposed flesh, his mouth came down on you, messily lapping up your slit, tasting you completely before he began to circle your clit. 

when he finally arrives at your sensitive, little bud your hips involuntarily twitch against him, begging for release. hot breaths and moans filled up the space of the car, barely escaping through the tiny crack where the backdoor wasn’t completely closed, just resting against the hinge. 

the small fear of being caught or seen urged you on, encouraging you to cum as fast as you could. not that you really needed to do much when he had such great control of his tongue and two of his fingers easily slipped past your entrance, curling against your spongey walls. 

“k-kentarō!” you squeaked out, waves of relief edging up on you, “gonna cum, please, gonna cum.” the words came out like a broken record, separated by little hiccupped moans. 

“asking permission?” his low laugh vibrated across you skin. “that’s cute.” as soon as the words were out, he went back lapping and sucking your swollen clit. 

it only took moments for you to fall into your high, body squirming under him, limbs twitching in time with the way your cunt clamped around his fingers that just kept pumping into you. all the while his mouth didn’t stop, he didn’t even hesitate. 

he just kept lapping up your clit until your nails were digging into his wrist that was resting on your tummy, sobbing out moans. you didn’t want him to stop but the feeling was overwhelming, like you couldn’t stop cumming. briefly, you wondered if it was always supposed to be like this, body and brain turning fuzzy as he finally slowed enough for you to rest. 

the little whine you let out when he took his fingers from your pulsing hole made him grind his hips into the seat. you let out a low groan as you watched him stick his fingers into his mouth and suck them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“feel good?” he grumbles out, languidly flattening his tongue against you to take another slow lap. 

it’s nearly impossible to focus with the way he’s touching you, but you manage out the words you want to say. “uh-huh, want...want more.” you shyly make out. 

“more?” one of his angled brows shoots up before he shrugs and roughly laps against your clit. body betraying you, it crumbles under him, hips already bucking up into his nose again before you can reach down and drag him off of you by his short curls. 

“no...no,” you gasp, “want your cock.” 

his eyes soften for a second before the expression is replaced with something a little more feral. “why not just say so.” he hums, pants already unbuttoned, pulling them down just enough so his cock can slip out. 

you can’t help the gasp that breaks past your lips. it’s embarrassing, but he’s beautiful and you’re sure that his pretty cock could fill you up two times over. before you bask too much in the pleasantness of the moment, he reaches down to tear at your panties. 

“hey!” you yelp, unable to do much with your ankles still propped up on his shoulders. 

“eh, there was a pull in the seam anyway.” he says back lamely, leaning back in so he can loom over you, smirking when his cock slaps against your folds and you squirm under him.

“i...i liked them.” you pout, trying to ignore the burn between your legs. he presses a hot kiss against your jaw and licks up the shell of your ear. admittedly, he liked them quite a bit too.

“go on a real date with me sometime and i’ll get you a new pair.” his hips rut against yours, rubbing the tip of his cock against your still sensitive folds. 

“oh, uhh- okay, yeah.” surprised by his proposition, but already hoping you’d meet him again, you quickly agree. 

“good.” he says while he lines himself, pushing in and trying to ignore how tightly you were clenching around him. his thumb comes down on your clit, rubbing tight circles to get you to settle as he bottomed out. 

your eyes didn’t deceive you, he certainly filled you to the brim and he knew how to use his entire body. still so close from his prior ministrations you found yourself already shuddering under his touch, the coil in your belly snapping even more harshly this time as you came undone around his cock. 

he shallowly pumped into you, getting you used to the size while you squeezed and sucked him in. 

“feel so good,” he grunts, “want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”

it’s not a real question, not when you’re arching into him, whimpering and moaning incoherencies, but you quickly nod to answer anyway. his grin makes your heart race, and he hurries to pull out nearly all the way before slamming back into you, setting a quick pace from the start. 

you have the brace the back of your head to stop it from crashing into the car door as he rams you into the seats, body at the will of his harsh thrusts. mouth open in a silent scream, only choked whines crack out from your throat that he quickly swallows up with a messy kiss. 

pent up from the entire day and the ghost of the taste of your cunt still on his lips, he feels himself getting close, encouraged on by the way you keep fluttering around him. as if sensing, by the way his kiss tightens up and his arms tense, you pull away and nod up at him. 

“want you to cum in me.” you quickly assure him. 

he lets out a sharp gasp, hips already stuttering against yours as he nods back in silent agreement. swallowing hard, he rests his head against your shoulder, letting his hips fall against yours, cock twitching against your aching, gummy walls, filling you with cum. 

after his labored breathing slows and you relax under him, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek and steadily sits up and pulls out. the gasp you let out when you’re empty is nearly enough to make his cock twitch again, but he holds back. he watches as your poor cunt quivers around nothing, eyeing the way his cum slowly dribbles out of you. 

achingly, you sit up when he lets your legs slide off his arms, leaning against the car door closest to you to get a good look at him while he tucks himself back into his pants, ignoring the messy, stickiness between his legs for now. you feel the mix of cum between your legs start to seep out, tightly closing your thighs to keep from making a mess on his car seats. 

grabbing your phone from where it had fallen onto the floor, you toss it at him before grabbing your destroyed panties off the spot in the bench between the two of you. 

“put your number in. we can go shopping this weekend.” you sigh with a soft smile. for once, getting a dumb injury at a shitty show was worth your while. 

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Please Don't Say Goodbye | Tsukishima Kei/Reader

Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Reader, Yamaguchi Tadashi

Pairings: Tsukishima Kei/Reader

Warnings: light swearing, crying, implied panic attacks, arguments, yelling, ummm lemme know if I missed anything

Word Count: 2181

A/N: This was meant to be a drabble- okay, in my defence, I've had such writers block and apparently the feels were necessary soooo. This is 1 of 2 fic ideas that were sent to me by @satan-ruler-of-hells for a prompt thing I did (idk if I can find the thing) and the next one is Tendou. So, maybe get ready for more feels of my almost 5 am angst. I also did not proof-read this, sooooo

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How had things ended up like this?

Every little thing was like the calm before the storm - the most tense calm that had ever existed; you were walking on eggshells, and maybe so was he, but you couldn’t help it. At least, you thought you couldn’t. Each attempt to try and fix the mess around you only ended up in more heartbreak.

The storm that always seemed to be headed in your direction had tore apart the home you’d meticulously built together. Plates and picture frames shattered to the ground; glass leaving you walking on bleeding feet. The flowers of your love torn apart somewhere in the distance now. Breath stolen from your lungs, but not from those kisses he’d give you back in high school, not from the way he’d dance with you around his bedroom (only to shove you onto the bed when his brother barged in), not from your outrageous laughter at something stupid that had happened. This was a breath stolen from countless nights arguing, screaming, trying to gain the upper hand in a situation where you were both at a standstill. A breath stolen from your heaving words as you scrunch your hands into your roots, pull your legs close to your chest and shove yourself into a corner while he slammed the door and left to God knows where. Breath stolen from the realization that maybe things just weren’t working like they used to, and that it was okay to love him, but to not be in love with him.

Tonight was just another picture perfect example of why you weren’t meant to be together. You’d come home late from work (because of some stupid assignment that you just wanted to finish today). He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix for something to watch. Honestly, you just wanted to eat something, so you didn’t bother greeting him, but the moment he noticed your presence in the house, he was hot on your tail.

“Where were you?” His voice sharp as daggers, digging under your skin and tearing you apart piece by piece. His arms are crossed over his chest, eyes so judgmental you feel like you’re in court. Nothing you say is the right answer, so you choose to not say anything. Apparently, that wasn’t the right answer either - this you find out when his iron grip settles on your shoulder and forces you to turn around.

“Hey-” you winced, trying to pry his fingers off.

“Where were you?” He repeated, basically growling at you through his gritted teeth.

“I was at work.” You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back towards the fridge, trying to ease the beating of your heart. In, hold, out. You repeat to yourself, barely remembering what all those instagram therapists had told you.

He scoffed, finally releasing his grip in favor of slamming the fridge door shut, “really? Because the last time I checked, your work ended two hours ago. What could you possibly have been doing for two whole hours?” He was in your face now, making you know how pissed he was.

But you already knew. You’d always known. Why did he need to try and make it so blindingly obvious to you?

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Kei, I was working. What part of that is so hard to understand?” You snapped back, moving away from him with a heavy sigh. At this point, you didn’t bother holding back the venom in your words. You knew he had issues (and you knew why) but did that mean he should take it out on you? No. Fuck.

“Two hours! Y/N, I was waiting two hours. I was going to take us to dinner, we were going to have a nice time.” He followed after you, closing every cupboard door you opened, trying to get your attention. “But you didn’t even send me a text. Were you too busy fuck-”

“Oh my God!” You yelled over him, spinning around to face him with your pure unfiltered aggression.

Back and forth you went for what felt like hours. Tears were acid down your cheeks, your spit a very special concoction of venom just for him. And yet, even as you were dry heaving in the kitchen sink, yelling more obscenities at him, you could never seem to stop. Neither could he.

Tsukishima Kei was known for a lot of things, being an asshole was one of them. That you knew too well.

For a while, though, things were good. He loved you. You loved him.

As he sits there, accusing you over and over of cheating on him, even though you hadn’t and you wouldn’t. God.

When had he become so anxious and persistent that things were going wrong? Yes, they were going wrong, but not for the reasons he keeps saying. It’s driving you insane, to the point where you can’t even remember those stupid breathing techniques, or grounding techniques, or anything.

This argument had lost the plot at some point around when he started yelling at you for doing the dishes wrong (you still insisted there wasn’t a wrong way to do them). So you bit back that his clothes were stupid, or that dinosaurs were stupid, something. Something was stupid.

“If you have so many problems with the way I choose to live my life, then get the fuck out.” You screamed, slamming your fists down onto the table and pointing to the door. His expression was scrunched up into something completely unrecognizable - a fine mixture of hatred and anguish. His chest rising and falling so rapidly you’re amazing he’s still standing. His hair is a complete and utter mess, so many times he’d ran his hand through it to try and make sense of the nonsense you were both spouting.

“Fine, I will!” He yelled back, voice hoarse from the past two hours.

You watched him head towards the door without a second thought, grabbing his coat, shoving his shoes on. You didn’t have the energy to call out after him, no matter how much your heart begged you to.

And your heart did beg you to; but it had already accepted that the end had been coming for too long.

You lean back against one of the cupboards, looking up at that one crack in the ceiling that he’d insisted he’d get around to fixing but something had always come up.

If you had to say what was wrong in your relationship, it would just be something. Something was wrong, and neither of you knew what it was, but something would be your downfall. Something filled the air with poison and made you destined to hate each other; something danced around in your words and twisted the meaning; something caressed your cheek as tears fell.

Something was your downfall and you didn’t have the energy to fight it.

So, maybe you’d call in sick the next day, and your boss would believe you because your voice sounded like hell; and maybe you’d spend the entire day lying in bed despite the fact your stomach was beginning for some nutrients; and maybe it would feel good to not have that nagging voice that you shouldn’t sleep in all day.

But today would have felt nicer with him by your side.

If there was one thing Tsukishima Kei was good at (after a lot of practice), it was making you feel just a little bit better with his empty promises and sweet nothings.

So, maybe you’d dressed yourself in his shirt and breath in him; and maybe you’d grab that dinosaur plushie you’d bought him for his birthday so many years ago and pull it to your chest; maybe you’d sleep on his side of the bed even though his pillow wasn’t as fluffy as yours; and maybe, just maybe, you watched his favourite movie on repeat, hoping it would bring him back to you.

Those were all maybe’s. But maybe they did happen, and you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms and tease him for his glasses that he insisted were cool. Or to have him laugh at you for the fact you majored in literature, despite the fact you weren’t good with words.

When your phone rang, you didn’t hesitate in picking it up, almost too excited for his voice, “Kei-”

“Y/N…” Yamaguchi’s voice was soft, understanding. It killed your fire of excitement in an instant.

You listened to him talk, something about how Tsukishima had decided you needed a break and would be staying at his place for a little while. Something about how he still loved you, but he didn’t want to keep hurting you like this.

It wasn’t a surprise that you didn’t manage to keep it together and broke out crying all over again, basically screaming and begging for things to be okay. There was no doubt in your mind, if Tsukishima was in the room with Yamaguchi, then he’d heard your cries.

“I’ll be better…” you whimpered, after far too long, “I’ll be nice. A-and… I won’t make fun of his glasses. Or dinosaurs. Please… please, Yamaguchi, please tell him to come home!” You cried out, unsure if you even managed to breathe.

He was silent on the line. You couldn’t take it. The silence, you wanted the noise. You’d prefer the arguing over this.

“I’m sorry…” Yamaguchi said weakly, and you knew how much it was hurting him to say this.

He hung up the phone and you were left as a shell of yourself.

And yet, your life must go on. So, for two months, you pushed your problems to the side and kept dredging forward in the hope that the answer to your problems was in one of these articles. Hoping that your co-worker would tell you some shitty anecdote that would distract you for just a little while.

Yo couldn’t look at your apartment anymore, not as little pieces of him were still littered everywhere.

Only, one day, you came home and he wasn’t anywhere. You didn’t notice it, not at first, but then you saw his mug from your museum visit in his third year of high school wasn’t next to your matching one. And then neither were his books on the shelf in your living room, or under the coffee table. His clothes gone from the closet. Every inch. Every detail. Every bit of him you had left had disappeared in the span of one work day.

And you were left with nothing.

With as much energy as you could muster, you turned and ran in the general direction of Yamaguchi’s house (which was hopeless, considering you had the directional capability of a broken compass and the stamina of a dead horse). You really were hopeless as you dialed his number, ignoring the way the moon taunted you in the sky.

He answered, for whatever reason, and you let out a breath. “What is it?” His tone was even, but something told you he was barely holding it together.

“Is this it?” Was all you could say. Head dizzy as you looked for Yamaguchi’s house - which you just knew was somewhere around here.

“It’s been it for a long time.” He really sounded robotic, like he was reading from a script.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Your voice broke as you ran, ignoring the splintering pain in the balls of your feet, “you thought making Yamaguchi say you needed a break, and then disappearing for two months, and then only reappearing to take your things back was the answer?” You cried out.

“You know-” his voice cracked and he stopped speaking. God, it hurt you so much.

“I never wanted this.” Tears were pouring down your cheeks.

“You think I did?”

“No-”

“I tried, Y/N, I tried so hard. But you would never listen to me!”

“I tried too, Kei!” You tried not to yell, and you hoped that it worked.

Some miracle brought you to Yamaguchi’s door, the one you only recognized because of the little frog statue on the windowsill. You pressed the doorbell, hoping for the best.

“I tried because I loved you. And I waited for you, I waited and hoped you’d come back. I-” you ran your hands through your hair once again. “I know we aren’t the best, that something is always wrong, but we can work on this. We can… fuck, I don’t know. You were the smart one…” he let out a low chuckle laced with pain. “But we can work something out, can’t we?”

There was a pause, and Yamaguchi opened the door, shocked to see you. Your breath hitched but neither of you spoke.

“I… I can’t do this anymore…” he admitted, and you felt your heart shatter. “Y/N, this is it…”

You could see Tsukishima pacing in the living room just down the hall, and you know Yamaguchi knows you’ve seen him. His phone pulled away from his face, finger shaking over that familiar red button.

“Please don’t say goodbye…” you called out.

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The Principal

Prompt 37: Forbidden romance AU: Katniss is the school principal. Peeta is a new teacher fresh out of college. Age!gap Everlark. Smut happens. [submitted by @mrspeetamellark]

Author:  JHsgf82 

Rating:  M (may go up for the next part) 

Word Count:  5,336

Author Note:  Edit by @mrspeetamellark​​.  Thank you!  Quote is by L.M. Montgomery from Anne of Green Gables.  Okay, so I preface this with, I’m not a smut writer.  I’m branching out into this territory, but I’m still quite inexperienced, so go easy on me.  Due to lack of time, the smut scene is pretty short, but I plan to write a much more extended one, several, actually, in the next part (s).  I hope you enjoy it!   

Trigger Warning:  Age gap/age difference, Older!Katniss.  Both adults.  

Katniss strode down the familiar halls of D12 to her office, her father’s old, brown, leather satchel slung across her shoulder and a single muffin in hand, which she’d bought from this nearby bakery she’d decided to try out.  She wore a black boatneck tank beneath a long, ribbed green cardigan (left unbuttoned), black dress pants, and belt.  

At 30, Katniss was the youngest principal in the history of D12 and one of only two female principals.  Her female predecessor, two principals ago, Ms. Lucy Gray Baird had been an inspiration to all, and though Katniss never met her, she felt her influence everyday.  For one, her eye always caught Principal Gray Baird’s picture on the wall‒her dark, curly hair pulled up in a bun, makeup on her face, and smiling.  And two, she’d heard Lucy Gray Baird could sing like a bird and likewise led students to frequently place in All-District (or higher) choral competitions as Katniss had done when she was a teacher.  

But Katniss didn’t participate in those things anymore.  And as for Ms. Gray Baird, well, some said she was alive, but no one knew exactly where she’d flown off to after she retired.  Whether she was off somewhere living peacefully, or dead, strangely, Katniss felt as though her spirit roamed these hallways‒and Katniss was not a supernatural or superstitious kind of person.  

Two years ago, Katniss was offered the principal position.  It was a great honor, and although she hated leaving her teaching position, she couldn’t decline it.  Since she’d become principal, Katniss had implemented some good changes, so she thought, and she truly hoped her father would be proud of her.  

Katniss prided herself on being authoritative, firm but fair, and decisive.  She trusted her gut instincts when making decisions in work and in her personal life, and normally, she made good ones.  Last night, however, was not the best decision of her life, and she’d already caught some heat for it this morning.  But, to quote one of her favorite authors:  ‘[Today] is a new day with no mistakes in it…yet.’ 

Once settled into her office, Katniss brought up her email and her schedule.  She was to meet with the new teacher in only ten minutes.  It didn’t leave her much time; she could either quickly send out a few emails that needed to be sent and scarf down her muffin or save the muffin for after the meeting and deal with the hunger gnawing at her insides. 

Fortunately, Katniss was something of an expert on hunger‒not life-threatening hunger, but she knew what it was like to do without and forego her urges.  Again, not last night.  Last night seemed to be the exception to all rules pertaining to Katniss Everdeen.  What she had experienced last night was similar to what she was feeling now, albeit entirely different‒last night’s hunger had nothing to do with food. 

With a sigh, Katniss dug into her temples.  This was neither the time nor place to be thinking about last night’s escapade, but she couldn’t seem to help it.  As her hang‒headache wore off, more details kept coming back to her, and she felt herself reclining back in her chair a moment.  There was nothing wrong with a little daydreaming, a quick fantasy, although work was not the best place for it; but perhaps, it would sustain her throughout the day.  Resist.  She squeezed her eyes shut, commanding her hippocampus to shut down its function, gripped the arms of her chair, and leaned forward resolutely. 

As she attempted once more to focus on her work, that other type of hunger, actual hunger, pricked at her, urging her to take a big bite of the muffin. 

Great.  In a matter of seconds, she’d thought about the very two things she’d vowed not to‒the muffin and last night.

Satisfy it. 

At least the former.   

Hoping to satiate her stomach, Katniss reached out with pinched forefinger and thumb, thinking she’d just tear a little off the top, but then…no.  She didn’t trust her urges lately, even if last night had been incredible.  She needed to learn, or re-learn, how to control them, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.  So, she ignored the muffin.  This would be an exercise in self-control.

She returned to the e-mails. 

Not long after, her assistant chimed in over the phone’s intercom, “Miss Everdeen, Mr. Mellark is here.” 

Pressing the button, she talked into the speaker, “Thank you.  Send him in.” 

When the broad, blond man stepped through the doorway of her office, Katniss felt all the blood drain from her body.  Her eyes widened, and her mouth, all of a sudden drier than cotton, dropped open.  Realization dawned on his face, too, his pale eyebrows shooting up and his body going stiff.  Much like hers.  Katniss felt as though she had a ramrod stuck up the back of her shirt for as straight as she was sitting up.   

Oh no, not him.  

But it was him, the man from last night, the man she took home with her after a chance encounter at a bar.  In a flash, those memories her brain had been sorting out, which she’d so deliberately been trying to subdue, came rushing back at her, assaulting her.  And the night’s events unfurled before her eyes in a montage of flirty conversation, sexy looks, sensual touches, lingering kisses, and...sex, incredible sex. 

Katniss felt pinpricks stabbing her all throughout her chest; she could barely breathe.  Inhaling and exhaling, slow and steady, she placed a hand over her rapidly beating heart, urging it to calm down, as if that would do a thing; then, she fumbled for the water bottle in her bag.  She located it and took a quick swig, kind of wishing it was alcohol‒although, look at the mess that got her in…

“Are you alright?” he gently asked.  She glanced back up at him. 

On second look, yeah, it was definitely him, the very same blond man she’d had in her bed less than 3 hours ago.  What was his name…?  It started with a P…something to do with bread…  Shit.  She couldn’t even remember his name! 

But it was even worse than that.  Not only did she sleep with a man who was now her employee, but he was six years younger than her!  

Oh God, was this going to be her legacy now?  Screwing the younger teachers?  She could just imagine the whispers and the looks she’d get, what the parents and her colleagues would say if they found out…  

As for him, he didn’t seem wholly un-phased, although he looked calmer than her.  He was just standing there watching her, his cheeks slightly ruddy and his hands tucked sheepishly into his pockets.  

“F-fine,” she choked out.  But she wasn’t.  This situation was anything but fine.  And what kept reverberating in her head was:  ‘How could I have been so stupid?’  It was stupid enough to get intimately involved with a guy she just met, one much too young for her, while intoxicated, but for him to be a teacher at her school…!  Okay, so she didn’t know that then.

Pushing aside her ignorance over who he was…but yes, there was that.  She really should have known.  Upon recollection, he’d said he was a teacher; he’d even told her that tomorrow was his first day and he had an early morning meeting with the principal of his new school‒there were only a few schools in this area…  She should have pieced it together, or at least, been more cognizant of the warning signs. ��

Why had she done it?  Well, all she could really say was that she’d wanted to lose herself last night.  And it had been nice, more than nice.  Last night, she’d realized how starved she’d been for human affection.  For touch.  Closeness.  Had it really been so long?  Or, maybe it was his specific touch she’d been craving?  No, that was foolish. What kind of useless drivel was her mind formulating now?  This is what she was reduced to when she was hungry.  

But how could she have even entertained the notion in the first place?  How did it even begin? Oh yeah, she remembered now…she’d been in a shitty mood, had a bit too much to drink, and he was hot.

Thinking back, Katniss recalled their eyes locking across the bar, and she’d done a double-take, then a triple-take, then a slow observation up and down his body, what wasn’t blocked by the bar, anyway.  She’d planned on leaving it at that, as a look-but-no-touch kind of scenario, because this guy was clearly younger than her, and frankly, she just wasn’t in the mood.  Or, so she thought.  But he had other plans…

Katniss watched him stand from his seat, take his drink and napkin, and approach her.  She swallowed down the lump in her throat at the enticing sight of his lower half which had been previously hidden from sight.    

“Is this seat taken?” he asked.  Polite or cliché line, whichever the case, she didn’t have any fight left in her today, so she merely shrugged.  He was good-looking, and he smelled nice, like a masculine aftershave (a rain-soaked wood perhaps) and strangely, also like cinnamon and dill.

‘Okay, this is fine, so long as he isn’t a talker…' 

He was a talker. 

But Katniss rather enjoyed the velvety sound of his voice, and he seemed nice enough.  He was clearly working subtle flirtations in, and though she appreciated the ego boost, it was best to cut it off before he put in too much effort.  

She was direct, so she went with a blunt tack.  

Katniss sighed, exaggerating her annoyance with him.  “Go away, little boy. Go home to your mother.  I’m sure it’s way past your bedtime.“  This young guy was hot and obviously interested, which was flattering, but she was in such a shitty mood that she didn’t even care if he thought her a bitch. 

"Ouch.”  He grimaced yet seemed undeterred.  Boldly resting his hand on her arm and leaning in to where his lips barely brushed the shell of her ear, he whispered, "I promise there’s nothing little about me." 

Katniss couldn’t help it; she burst out laughing.  "Really?  Is that the line you’re choosing to go with?”

Still, he didn’t seem discouraged.  “I admit it’s not my wittiest remark, but I get better with time."  He shot her a little wink.  

Cheeky kid.  

"How old are you?” she asked.  

“24." 

"I was right, just a child.”

“Last time I checked, the age of legal adulthood was 18." 

Katniss scoffed. "What are you, a lawyer?"  Not her wittiest remark, either.  

"No, a teacher.”

Huh. Small world.  

If only she knew then how very small, indeed…  

“So, how old are you?” He rested his chin on his knuckle, making him look even more boyish.  She couldn’t deny he was cute.  

“You’re not supposed to ask a lady that,” scoffed she.  

"Alright, then how about I guess?"  She rolled her eyes as he went off in his head.  "Mmm…27?”

“You’re sweet, junior.”

“Thanks, but I prefer ’Peeta.’"  He stuck out his hand, and reluctantly, she offered hers.  

"Katniss.”

“Katniss,” he repeated, tasting her name on his lips like it was a fine wine or something.

This guy was good.  He’d kept her talking and gotten her to introduce herself.  He hung onto her hand, placing his other atop their clasped ones, trapping hers there.

“Well, Katniss, so you’re older than me."  He shrugged.  "You look young, and it doesn’t really matter to me, anyway."  

"Why not?”

“Because you’re beautiful.  I’d know; I have an eye for beauty."  He flashed her a perfect smile.  "Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?  It seems like you’ve had a rough day, and I could use one, too.  No harm in having one together, right?” 

She eyed him suspiciously. 

“Look, I’m not planning on getting sloshed; I’m just a little nervous about my first day of work tomorrow, so I could use a little something.  Keep me company?  I promise you’ll barely have to put up with me at all.”

Smiling faintly, Katniss nodded. 

Yes, he was very good.  Persuasive.  Incredibly persuasive.  He’d persuade her of a whole lot more that night…

Even knowing where it was inevitably leading, they’d taken their time at the bar, chatting about a little bit of everything but nothing really.  Peeta (that was his name) kept touching her in a manner that was just enough to get her engines revving but not enough to make her uncomfortable.  

And Katniss had thought, why not?  Why not give herself a little treat?  She made it sound like she’d gone for an ice cream at Dairy Queen rather than dragged a young, hot guy she just met home, but at the time, it hadn’t mattered.  She’d impulsively decided to live a little, for once.

And he was good, so very good. 

They’d barely made it in the door before they were tearing at each other’s clothing, lips roaming, bodies pressed up against each other.  They’d slammed into a couple of surfaces before he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.  He’d carried her off to her bedroom, which took her a moment to remember where it was.  He’d covered her body with his, propping himself up slightly, and she’d ground her hips up and into him while he teased her center and tasted her tongue, then her breasts, then moved lower. 

He’d eaten her out, and after, he’d pressed her up against her headboard; she’d had to grip it tight and hold on for the ride as he swiftly entered her from behind.  Then, when he was ready, he’d flipped her over onto the bed and slipped inside her again, lacing his hands with hers and thrusting strong and steady until she reached completion a third time.

By the end of the night, they were sweaty and spent, and she was a little hoarse. 

But she recalled how it wasn’t all fast and rough.  He’d also been tender with her, brushing the hair out of her face, peppering her face with little kisses, and whispering sweet nothings into her ear while he spooned her.  

But all that fun was over.  Now, it had come back to bite her in the ass. 

First off, Katniss had woken feeling disoriented, and a bit sore.  When she remembered (the gist of) what had happened, she’d been mortified, but at least the mystery guy with the odd name had had enough sense to be gone when she got up.  

Good, she’d thought.  Saved her the embarrassing conversation of having to kick him out.  

At the time, it had seemed like a better idea to go to her place than his.  He would know where she lived, yes, but if he tried to murder or harass her, that’s where her neighbor came in. 

Her cranky old neighbor, Haymitch, was a cop, when he wasn’t drunk, that is.  Katniss imagined him to be like one of those rogue cops in the movies and TV series, who wasn’t afraid to pop a cap into someone who deserved it when the criminal justice system failed.  And for some strange reason, he’d taken a shining to her.  Most of the time they mutually despised one another, but occasionally, it was as if he flipped a switch and decided to be pleasant, and he could even be protective of her.  He’d hollered and acted crazy once to get rid of a guy for her, even pulled his badge on another crazy boyfriend.  And if all that didn’t work, at least she had a weapon under her bed.  

Speaking of crotchety, old Haymitch Abernathy, she’d passed him in the hall while he was stumbling out of his door for this morning’s paper, and he’d accosted her…   

“Ya really shouldn’t be dragging strange men home from bars, sweetheart.  S’not safe.” 

“Didn’t know you cared, Haymitch,” she said dryly, folding her arms.  Although, she did.  He was a textbook type, putting on a tough façade, acting as if he didn’t care about anything or anyone when actually he cared a lot.  

“Sure,” he shrugged, “you’re like the daughter I never had‒and never wanted.”  He added the last part with a slight curl of the lips.  

“Gee, thanks, Haymitch.” 

“No problem.”  He scratched the back of his head and cleared his throat.  “So, I take it this one was okay?” 

Katniss rolled her eyes.  “Yeah, he was okay.”  More than okay…  “He even left without me having to tell him to.”  She tapped her fingers against her arm.   

“Ah, a smart one.  However, I do have a complaint.  Y’all made quite the racket last night!” 

“Haymitch, god!” Katniss groaned.  She pressed her fingers into her temple.  They did; they really did‒she was surprised they hadn’t broken her bed‒and she was trying hard not to smile about it.  Not in front of Haymitch.  “Please, please do not talk like an overprotective parent one minute then comment on my sex life the next.”  

“Then keep it down, why don’t ya?!” 

God.  Well, now he knew about her one-night stand.  Oh well.  Not like he’d say anything to anyone, and he was the least of her worries.

Back to the matter, and the man, at hand.

Peeta Mellark, the new teacher, stood in the middle of her office as if he didn’t dare come closer without permission.  He was dressed in an orange and white striped button-down dress shirt tucked into navy pants, and he wore a navy tie.  His ashy blond hair was gelled and slightly coiffed.  

He looked good. 

He’d looked good last night, too, more casual, dressed in a slightly form-fitting baby blue Henley and jeans, and his hair had fallen in waves across his forehead.  Last night, he’d been cute and hot and fun; today, he was handsome and distinguished, and he’d suddenly aged five years.  Katniss couldn’t decide which look she liked better on him.  Both were attractive in their own right…but no, she absolutely should not be focusing on his looks right now, or ever. 

Composing herself, she finally beckoned for him.  “Mr. Mellark.  Have a seat.” 

He sat down, threaded his fingers together, and gave her a tentative smile. 

Well, he certainly was much less confident today.  Not that she could blame him; she was rather a jumble herself.  She supposed she’d better address the elephant in the room.  

She sucked in a breath and swallowed the lump in her throat before proceeding.   

“Sorry, I, uh, didn’t realize it was you.  I couldn’t remember your name at first.” 

Good one, Katniss.  

“Ouch.”  He gave a little chuckle.  “Well, I remember everything about you, Katniss.  Like, you have one sister; your favorite color is green; you love to get out into nature and go hunting, and you’re obsessed with hot chocolate and love to dip your bread in it.”  

Well, they had covered some informational ground last night, hadn’t they?

His sexy grin returned, and just like that, the ice was broken, and he was the same cheeky, charming, albeit slightly smart-mouthed man she remembered from last night.  

“Are you trying to be romantic or piss me off?” she blurted out.  

“Neither.  Just saying…” 

“By the way, you should address me as Ms. Everdeen or Principal Everdeen.  And we’re in a meeting.”   

“Excuse my informality, Ms. Everdeen,” he stressed her name.  How was it he could sound both contrite and like a smart ass at the same time?  “I suppose it is much more appropriate if I call you that here.” 

What was he inferring?  That he might address her differently elsewhere?  That they might actually associate with one another outside of school ever again?  Their night together had been fun, amazing, really, but that was over.  Even if she wanted to see him again, it was now forbidden… 

Damn it all if thinking of it as ‘forbidden’ wasn’t getting her all hot and bothered.  She squeezed her legs beneath her desk, digging her nails into the arms of her chair to ground herself.  

She inhaled and slowly exhaled.  “Yes, it is.  Thank you, Peet-Mr. Mellark.”  

Katniss still couldn’t understand what in hell was the matter with her.  And how had she not put two and two together last night?  She supposed it was because she hadn’t been on the hiring committee when he was hired; she’d only seen him as Mr. Mellark on paper.  And they’d only exchanged first names last night. 

Plus, she’d been stupid and horny.    

“By the way, how’d you sleep, Ms. Everdeen?”  Peeta gave her that sassy little smirk of his.  

She scowled at him.  “Never you mind how I slept.”  

Peeta chuckled.  

He was on dangerous ground.  If he kept laughing at her, he was gonna get his cute, tight little ass fired.  But then again, she couldn’t really do that.  She had no legitimate reason to fire him.  Sexual harassment, maybe, but she certainly couldn’t not claim that without coming clean about what happened between them.  

“You know, I wanted to greet you properly this morning, but I had to get going.  So sorry to just leave a note.” 

Yes, she recalled his note.  It was…a little sappy for her taste, but sweet.  

Katniss sighed and rubbed the back of her neck.  All of a sudden, her shoulders felt tenser than ever and that small twinge from before had become a gigantic pain.  

“Did you injure yourself?” He wasn’t laughing or smiling this time; he seemed genuinely concerned.    

“No,” she snipped.  She had, but she wasn’t going to admit it to him.  She certainly wasn’t going to tell this young, twenty-something that she’d pulled a muscle having sex with him.  How humiliating that would be.  Granted, it was probably made worse from sleeping on it the way she did, but the initial pull came from the sex.  It made her feel much older than she was, and he seemed just fine.  Bodies truly didn’t seem to function the same in the thirties as in the twenties; it was like an invisible line was crossed.  “It’s nothing,” she told him.  “Just a crick.”  

“Oh, I’m sorry.”  He paused.  “You know, there’s a remedy for that.” 

“Oh yeah?” She eyed him suspiciously, waiting for the inevitable pick-up line‒an offer to massage it for her or something.  And dammit, she was getting turned on again!  

“Heat,” said Peeta.   

Oh.  She internally berated herself for her lusty thoughts.  What was worse was that now she couldn’t get the image of him massaging her out of her head.  

“There is also massage, of course.”  He flashed her that brilliant smile of his. 

Damn mind reader!  

With a sigh, Katniss drummed her fingers several times on her desk.  Okay, this would be fine.  It was over and done with, and they could begin a new, professional relationship‒so long as he got it through his head that this wasn’t fun and games.  

“Okay, let’s get something straight, Mr. Mellark.  This can’t happen.” 

“What can’t?” 

“This.”  She motioned between them.  “You…and me, whatever.  Not again.” 

“Oh, so we are going to talk about it,” said Peeta, crossing one leg over the other.  

“I think we need to.  Because this…I don’t know…this flirtatious talk and those smiles of yours can’t continue.” 

“I can’t smile at you?”  Peeta’s brow furrowed, and he placed a hand on his chest. 

“Not like that, no.” 

“I was just being friendly, Miss Everdeen.” 

“No, you weren’t.  You know what you were doing; you…nevermind.”  She placed both hands on her temples and rubbed.  Once she’d dug in really good, she covered her face with one hand, dropping the other to her desk.  Suddenly, she felt his large, warm hand cover hers.  

When she looked up, Peeta was leaning forward.  Her gaze flickered between his bright blue eyes and his hand covering hers.    

“I’m sorry to cause you stress.  I promise I won’t make things difficult for you.” 

“Thank you.”  Katniss’s words came out with a gust of breath.  “I appreciate that, Mr. Mellark.  Thank you for being mature about this.” 

“Uh, yeah, no problem.”  Peeta removed his hand and used it to scratch the stubble on his chin.  She couldn’t help drifting back to the way that stubble had felt against her inner thighs…  

“I mean, what happened was a complete coincidence,” he continued.  “No reason it should affect our positions here.”  He dropped his hands to his lap and folded them.

“Right.  So, then…”  She perused his file.  Thank God she was a speed-reader because she hadn’t had the opportunity to learn about him in a professional capacity, as she should have been doing, last night.  “I see you have your Master’s in Elementary Education.  And hm, seems you come highly recommended.” 

Peeta’s hand had raised to partially cover his mouth, and she thought she caught the slight upturn of his lip.  Was he laughing at her struggle to keep her composure, or…She swore if it was because she’d said ‘come’ she was going to reach across her desk and slap him, consequences be damned!  He said he would be professional! 

But really, what did she expect?  He was young and most likely, immature, and she had just banged him last night.  He probably wasn’t taking her seriously right now, at all. 

“What?” she snipped. 

“Nothing.” 

Peeta was eyeing her muffin now.  Did he really have such a short attention span?  How did he ever make it through school, let alone become a teacher?    

“I hope you enjoy the muffin,” he commented.   

“Thanks.”  What a strange segue.  

“You know, I was going to make you breakfast this morning, but since it was your place, I didn’t want to overstep my bounds by rummaging around in your kitchen.”

How thoughtful.  But overstep his bounds?  Well, they were both so far out of bounds last night that the boundaries weren’t even visible.  

“Plus, I had to leave early for this meeting with you, which I didn’t know was with you, since you never gave me your last name last night, and I was only told I would be meeting with Principal Everdeen.”  He gave a sardonic little laugh.  “What are the odds?” 

“Glad you find this so damn funny, Mr. Mellark.” 

“Not funny ha-ha, just kind of ironic.  Not great literature-ironic or anything, but interesting.” 

Katniss huffed.  “Mr. Mellark,” she chided.   

“I know I’m supposed to address you by your title, but you can call me Peeta if you want.” 

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

“Well, then I suppose suggesting a rain check on breakfast would be a bad idea?” 

“Yes, it definitely would.” 

Peeta nodded.  “Well, at least you have the muffin. Do me a favor and tell me how you like it.”

“Alright…"  She sighed.  How odd.  Then again, Peeta didn’t seem like the typical guy. He’d made a lot of…quirky remarks last night.  “But let me remind you, this is a professional meeting.” 

“Of course.”  

Before she could go on, Peeta interrupted.  

“But you have to admit, it is a bit ironic, isn’t it?” 

Katniss folded her arms on her desk and dropped her head to rest on them a moment.  “Peeta…,” she began in a warning tone when she raised her head.  

“You’re not at all glad to see me?” 

“No, Peeta.  Sorry, but I’m not.”   At least, not here she wasn’t.  “This is horrible.  It’s not ironic, and it’s not fate, unless you count it as a cruel joke of the universe, if you believe in that sort of thing.” 

At the look on his face, she huffed in exasperation.  “How can you not be as mortified as I am?  It’s worse for me, but how do you feel knowing you fucked your boss the night before your first day of work?” 

“Well, I’m not ashamed like you are, and I can brush it off.”  Apparently, he couldn’t.  “Two people met in a bar; they liked each other; they hooked up; it’s no big deal.” 

“Maybe not for you.  But can’t you see how this changes our whole dynamic?” 

“Only if we let it.”  

Katniss sighed.  He made a good point.  Perhaps he was wiser and more mature than she gave him credit for, even if he wasn’t acting it right now.  Maybe if she started treating him more like a colleague and a man rather than a kid. She certainly saw him as all man last night.     

“Alright.”  Peeta casually folded his hands in his lap.  “What is it you’re concerned with?” 

“I don’t want anyone to know we know each other, let alone that we had a…physical involvement.” 

“Fair enough.”  Peeta nodded.  

“And you’re to always address me by my title, not my first name, and definitely not by any of those little pet names you were spouting last night.” 

Peeta laughed.  “You didn’t like them, huh?  I guess it was a little much; I just get…chatty when I’m turned on.” 

Katniss rolled her eyes.

“Sorry.”  He cleared his throat.  “Anything else?” 

“I also want you to know that what happened last night…that’s not me, or something that I normally do.  Ever.” 

Peeta nodded.  “I didn’t figure you for the type.  And neither am I, if I’m being honest.” 

Katniss pressed her lips together. 

“So, may I ask–and I’m not fishing for a compliment here, but‒what was different about last night?” he asked.  

“Well,” Katniss heaved a sigh. “I was in a crappy mood last night, a really, really crappy mood.  I don’t want to get into it; it’s personal, so let’s just leave it at that.”  She thinned her lips  “I was upset; then there was the alcohol, and you were…”  There.  It was more than that, of course, but she wasn’t going to stoke his ego further, nor add to the inappropriateness of the situation by saying how attracted she was (still is) to him.  Not like it would come as a surprise, given her enthusiasm last night.  “Nice to me.” 

Again, Peeta nodded. “I see.  Well…”  He raised his broad shoulders and paused as if he didn’t know what to say next.  “I hope I made your night better.” 

Katniss couldn’t help it; she snorted.  “Um,” she picked at her nail, grinning slightly.  “You did.  You…definitely did.”  She looked up then, the smile falling away.  “But I meant it when I said we should be professional, so I think this should be the very last this topic is ever brought up.” 

"Anything else?" 

"No, I don’t think so." 

“Okay, then, let me see if I have this straight. You are Ms. Everdeen or Principal Everdeen to me, and I am Mr. Mellark to you. We’ve never met before today, but we have a mutual respect for one another and a purely professional working relationship.” 

“Right.  Very good.” 

“Well, I do have a very high IQ.  It’s in my file, you know.” 

Again, she rolled her eyes.  

“I think we have an understanding.”  Peeta reached out to shake her hand, and when she touched it, she felt that same bolt of electricity she felt last night.  “And I promise to be completely respectful and professional from here on out.” 

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Delinquent kel at the party Aubrey took him to?

HELLO I FINALLY FUCKING WROTE SOMETHING. yes this is written instead of drawn out. a bitch needs to break out of xyr writers block.

i tried to put in a read more and it didnt work :| mobiles a bitch

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The music pounded through his skull. It was loud and blaring, a constant thump thump thump coursing through his veins. It was some pop song he'd heard on the radio a million times yet somehow never caught the words to; Not that it'd do him any good to know them, anyway. He could barely hear his own thoughts over the chatter and movement of people throughout the house.

He took a sip from his solo cup. It was nearly empty with some off-brand soda, more flat than fresh. It was the exact same drink he'd gotten when he first arrived - Aubrey advised against getting refills after the party really got going, saying that the drinks would probably get spiked at some point.

On the other side of the living room, some girl started taking her top off to the slurred cheers of the crowd. That's as good a sign as any that people were getting drunk now. Kel sighed and took another sip. He was starting to get a headache.

He decided to go look for Aubrey. They may have arrived together, but they almost immediately got separated. He wanted to be hurt by her negligence, but after just five minutes in the sea of dancing highschoolers and strobe lights he could barely tell left from right.

At first, the energy and atmosphere of the party made his blood positively sing. Ducking in between partygoers, grooving to the tunes, helping himself to the snacks - this was nothing like those lame school dances. It was leagues better - it was exciting and new and made the world outside the house walls melt away as if it didn't exist.

But now...now he was a bit lost on what to do. He tried socializing, had a thousand different topics he could use to befriend strangers with, but this was a party organized by the graduating class of his highschool to celebrate the start of their last year and he was just a freshman. A short, baby-faced freshman at that. Even now he could see people giving him weird looks from the corner of his eyes. He wasn't going to make much progress with these folks.

He groaned quietly. Bothering Aubrey would make him feel better.

He downed the rest of his soda and tossed the cup to the floor. Everyone else had done it, so why bother being the one person to actually look for a trash can? ...He actually felt kinda bad for the guy that had to clean this place up after the party. Poor, poor man.

Kel wandered through the house, peeking into different rooms and regretting most of it. There were a lot of drunk high schoolers doing a lot of drunken misdeeds. There was going to be so, so much gossip at school next week, he was sure of it. Thankfully, none of the drunken miscreants had pink hair, so he was saved the horror of having to tell Aubrey she'd done something embarrassing.

After making a full round through the house, he found himself looking into the kitchen. It was less crowded than the other rooms - some unspoken party ettiquette to not mess with the fine china? - and it was there that he finally caught sight of Aubrey. He opened his mouth to call out to her -

- only to freeze as he saw the people she was with. He recognized them as her newer friends. Kim, and her brother Vance. Kim was sitting on the counter, playfully kicking him as they bickered about something he couldn't hear. Aubrey was clutching her stomach laughing at whatever it was. None of them noticed Kel standing in the entrance.

Something twisted in his chest at the sight. It prickled painfully and made the room feel too small and too hot. He clenched his fists hard enough to hurt.

Wordlessly, he turned and left.

The back door of the house was in a hallway directly to the left of the kitchen. The hallway was empty and the door unlocked, so Kel didn't think twice about slipping outside into the night.

The sudden shift from the heat of the party to the chill of the night was enough to give him goosebumps, and he belatedly wished he'd worn something with longer sleeves. The back light was on, moths and gnats fluttering around it and casting moving shadows on the patio. Colors from the party inside streamed through the windows, and the music was still fairly audible.

He gritted his teeth. There was a rusty metal gate in the fencing around the yard that led to the side of the house. It only came up to his hip, and he hopped it.

The alley between this house and the next was dark and cold; The streetlamp further ahead barely reached it. Metal trash bins were lined up against the walls, in varying degrees of fullness. A cricket began to chirp nearby, and the sound hurt his ears.

He took a deep breath, walked further into the alley, and kicked one of the trash cans as hard as he could. And then he kicked it again, and again, and again. He knocked one onto its side and stomped on it with all his might. The lid rolled on the ground. He picked it up and threw it into the street.

The sound and smell was horrible but it still felt oh, so satisfying. He didn't even know why he felt so angry. He already knew Aubrey had friends other than him. Hell, he knew they were probably ten times more fun than him at parties. There was no damn reason for him to be so pissed off, and yet! Here he was! Here he was!

He growled and kicked another. Ugh!

It had taken a lot of effort to get to this party in the first place. His parents had been absolute asses about everything he did lately, and didn't even approve of him hanging out with Aubrey any more ever since the town started talking about her. He'd had to work up a lot of nerve to ask Aubrey to take him here, and even more to actually get here. He climbed out a window, for Christ's sake! Climbed down a house!

So why -

SMASH!

- was he -

SMASH!

- having such -

SMASH!

- a crummy time?!

He panted. His foot was starting to hurt.

"Looks like someone's having fun."

He jumped, nearly tripping over himself in his haste to turn around. Bathed in shadow, Aubrey stood leaning against the wall, watching him with an amused expression. Kel's face flushed with embarrassment. God, she must've seen all of that.

"Whoops, didn't mean to scare you," She said unapologetically. "I don't think I could've given you a heads up, though, with how into it you were."

Kel glared weakly at her and crossed his arms. He knew she was going to make fun of him for his little temper tantrum, but he really wished she wouldn't. "I don't know what you're talking about," He said defiantly.

"Uh-huh, yeah, sure," She said with an eye roll. She pushed off the wall and further into the alley where he was; In the improved lighting, he noticed she was carrying her bat. He didn't remember her bringing it with her. Maybe it wasn't actually hers. It might've been the homeowner's. She pointed the tip to the ground and eyed him with something like anticipation. "Mind if I join you?" She asked.

Kel blinked. Um, what? "I, uh, still don't know what you're talki -"

"Can I tell you something, Kel?" She interrupted. She changed focus from him to the fallen and dented bins on the ground, and shifted her hold on the bat to two hands. The hair on Kel's neck stood on end at the intensity in her eyes. She took a deep breath, and said, "I really hate this town."

And then she swung.

The sound of her bat bashing against metal stabbed his ears and brought his headache back tenfold, but like before, the sight of the destruction brought such a deep satisfaction it almost left him breathless. Cathartic, that's what it was. She brought her bat down again and again and again, over and over and over, and each swing got his blood pumping and his heart racing. He felt himself grin, and couldn't resist the temptation to join in.

He'd kick a can onto its side and then kick it over to Aubrey, who'd be tense and waiting to strike it hard down the alley. A particularly stubborn can would refuse to dent under his weight and she would nudge him out the way and go to town on the poor object. The party was gone completely from their minds as they set their sights on complete devastation. They laughed, breathless and crazed and high on adrenaline.

Their mayhem didn't go unnoticed for long. A window of the neighboring house opened, and someone yelled out, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Kel only had a second to panic about the consequences before Aubrey grabbed his hand and took off running. He nearly fell over himself, but quickly found his footing and ran right beside her. He could run faster than her if he wanted to, but he didn't want to. He wanted to run with her. He didn't particularly care where they were running to - as long as it was with her.

They were still laughing as they ran.

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