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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (2)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

I know I’m just starting and don’t actually have much experience with this, but I’m actually having a lot of fun doing it and already can’t wait to post more.

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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PART 1 — MEET YN

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 2) — LAS VEGAS

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yourinstagram HELLOOOOOOO FABULOUS LAS VEGAS NEVADA

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user1 soooo… a new full time job that took you to las vegas? 👀 yourbrother Please behave bestfriend don’t get (too) drunk without me pls harryfan STOP FIRST LOT SHOW IT’S IN VEGAS

↳ harryfan2 She’s going to the show right???? I mean it can’t be just a coincidence anymore IT JUST CAN’T ↳ harryfan NO I KNOW THIS IS IT I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES

Aug 26, 2021 •

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yourinstagram you’d think a lady in vegas would be out there getting wild but this one actually has been locked in her hotel room for the last 27 hours overthinking her ideas and freaking out about this new job lol if any of you could send me a pizza or something id appreciate it. thanks.

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user1 nooooo you’re so talented whatever it is i know you can do it!! bestfriend yn ✋🏻 cuteguy Should I give you a call? 😊 harryfan17 I would too be freaking out if I had to work for THE harry styles lol

↳ harryfan16 we still don’t know if she is tho ↳ harryfan17 C’mon she’s in vegas and molly and jeff are following her ↳ harryfan16 still 🤷🏻‍♀️ tour doesn’t start for another few days so this could be just about something else ↳ harryfan16 also maybe she’s there because she wants to be and not bc she’s “working” for him. she’s done videos about several artists and she isn’t working for any of them is she? ↳ harryfan17 Well yes but she literally just said she was starting a new job so 🤷‍♀️ ↳ harryfan16 so everyone just assumed HARRY, out of all people, hired her? c’mon guys lol she could be working for just anyone and STILL go to a show. one doesn’t have to be related to the other.

Aug 28, 2021 •

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yourinstagram fun fact: if you post something on the internet people around you might see it 🫠

guess im lucky this lovely group who still don’t know me at all cared enough to drag me out of my room and show me around the city. sometimes i get so caught up inside my mind that i forget how important human connection is — which is funny if you think most of my videos are exactly about that lol. so plssssss make sure to surround yourself with (nice) people. also get some sleep, drink water and feed yourself. it’ll do wonderful things for you!!!

anyway my mom was worried about my “not leaving the room post” so this is just me saying everythings good!! (i also already called her of course <3)

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bestfriend LOVE YOU harryfan the new followers the new likes 😭 it’s happening i knew it user1 so true bestie!! this reminded me of your 2nd video i think

↳ yourinstagram omg yesssss!! ↳ user1 ahh i missed your interactions <3 ↳ yourinstagram i knowww! promise i’ll try my best to keep interacting even if it’s not as much as before 💗

lookitsnyoh my belly still hurts from all the laughing

↳ yourinstagram and my mind is still rushing from all the talking ↳ anthonypham go to sleep you two

harryfan9 I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING BUT OMFG I’M SO HERE FOR IT

Aug 29, 2021 •

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yourinstagram sightseeing left me speechless. but here’s a picture from tonight.

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user1 omg you’re feeding us this week! i’m so happy you’re being active again <3 harryfan78 POST A PICTURE OF YOURSELF I WANT TO MEET YOU AT THE SHOW BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE

↳ user4 calm down pls? we like to behave as respectful human beings on this profile

bestfriend ❤️❤️❤️ bestfriend i’m losing my mind but i’m also so excited and proud! user7 I miss your videos :( lookitsnyoh when was this? where was I? bummed that I missed it!

↳ yourinstagram sorryyy just a last minute decision after dinner :( ↳ lookitsnyoh ohhhh makes sense now! Glad it left you speechless ↳ yourinstagram i mean the city is beautiful ↳ lookitsnyoh sure thing it is 👽

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fanwhometharry GUYS I JUST MET HARRY I’M SHAKKNG I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW

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harryfan64 omg where did you meet him??

↳ fanwhometharry AT THE BELLAGIO ↳ harryfan64 is he staying there??? ↳ fanwhometharry NO!! I MEAN IDK?? I DONT RHINK SO I JUST MET HIM OUTSIDE AT THE FOUNTAINS ↳ harryfan74 hmm not tryin to be rude or something but that sounds like a weird place for him to be tbh ↳ fanwhometharry I FUCKKNG KNOW THAT?? I MEAN MY PARENTS WANTED TO SEE THE WATER SHOW SO I TAGGED ALONG BUT NEVER EVER THOUGHT ID BUMP INTO HIM THERE

harryfan62 you’re so lucky!! was he alone???

↳ imetharry I DONT KNOW?? I DONT REMEMBER I WAS SO NERVOUS ↳ imetharry I KNOW THERE WAS A GIRL NEARBY BC SHE HANDED HIM A PEN WHEN I COULDNT FIND MINE BUT I DONT KNOW IF SHE WAS WITH HJIM OR NOT ↳ harryfan62 who was this girl? Anyone from the LOT crew? ↳ imetharry IDK I JUST SAID I DONT EVEN KNOW IF SHE WAS WITH HIM OR NOT 😭

harryfan15 Hi hun! Don’t listen to people, they're just jealous. It was really sweet of him to sign that for you! Hope you have a great time at the show 💕

↳ imetharry THANK YOU 😭😭 HE WAS THERE JUST WATCHING LIKE A NORMAL PERSON SO I DIDN’T WANT TO TAKE A PIC IF PEOPLE DON’T BELIEVE ME THEN I DON’T CARE I KNOW IT’S REAL 😭😭

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yourinstagram having to keep this secret from the world was the most cruelest thing that anyone has ever done to me. but whatever… it’s fine… i’m okay… i’m just gonna pretend this wasn’t a big deal and i didn’t just watch one of my favorite artists perform my favorite songs… and then i’ll just casually say: pls stay tuned for next wednesday when my new video will be up 😇

(i’ll be back and share more details once my serotonin levels have normalized again)

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bestfriend i love you so much thank you for representing us so well harryfan I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT OMFG I CANT WAIT I KNEW IT harryfan2 YN KASDHUHHD PLS OMFG YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THIS AND LEAVE user1 😲 i can’t wait for this one! harrystyles soz

↳ harryfan OMFG HARRY ↳ harryfan5 ?????????????????????????? ↳ harryfan3 AUIDHIAUSHDBAJH WTF ↳ harryfan9 ARE YOU F KIDDING ME WHATS HE DOING HERE

cuteguy Nice! Glad you’re having a good time darling.

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PART 3: DENVER

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If you happen to read and enjoy this, pls let me know? 🙏 thanks!! it would be nice to know if this is working, or what else would people would like to see.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 days

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For your drabbles! “I’ve been waiting a long time to be inside of you.” + obsessive stalker trope 🫠

What We Do Online

I spun the wheel and... Andy. Sigh. This man.

The man who sits across from you is familiar but not who you expect. He's the last face you wanted to see at that very moment. In your moment of desperation.

Your hand goes instinctively to your phone as Professor Barber shifts in the chair. You gulp. It has to be some strange coincidence. Right? He's just saying hi.

You know it's not that before he even opens his mouth.

"AmethystDoll," he rasps your username as his blue eyes bore into you. He twines his fingers together and your gaze falls to the ring on his left hand.

Married. Older. Not to mention, your law professor. It's an actual nightmare come to life. You knew it was a bad idea but you need to pay rent and TA work pays for shit. Fuck.

"Professor--"

"Andy will do. We're not in class--"

"I'm sorry, I... this is so embarrassing. We can just go and forget--"

"Forget? Why?"

"Because--" you croak and your mouth goes dry. "Obviously this is just a mix up--" you never sent your face so he couldn't have known. He must be just as surprised. Right?

"It's not."

You laugh. Not because it's funny, because you're scared.

"Then why--" your eyes once more flick to his ring. "Professor--"

"Call me Andy," he insists again, this time more firmly.

"I can't--" you grab your purse and stand.

"Sit down," his voice is calm, restrained, but there's something beneath it that chills you.

"It's not--"

"You need money. I need you. It's a simple contract."

You stare at him and sit slowly. The tick in his jaw unsettles you and his eyes are unyielding. As the puzzle piece snaps into place, you gulp.

"You knew before..."

"I couldn't let anyone else have you," he says.

"Professor--"

He pulls his hands apart, balling one to a fist. You wet your lips nervously.

"Andy," you breathe, "sorry."

"Who I am doesn't change what you said," he arches a brow, "does it?"

Your eyes round as your conversations flash through your mind. You squeeze your phone tighter. It's all there. And the last message he sent, right as you got to the restaurant. 'I’ve been waiting a long time to be inside of you.'

"It does," you utter, "it's... different now."

"How?"

"Because you're... you."

"Because I'm me. You know me, sweetheart. I'm not some stranger and I'm the only reason you're not sitting here across from some creep," he sneers, "so no, nothing is different. This is what we agreed to."

"You lied--"

"Good lesson, isn't it, not to trust everything you see on the internet," he reaches to brush his fingertips over his thick beard. "And be careful what you put there..." he reaches across the table and puts his hand around yours. He slides the phone out from your grasp, "you never know who might see it."

You watch him take your phone and slip it into his jacket pocket. You say nothing. There's nothing to say and he doesn't need to speak the obvious. Even if you never sent your face, it was still you behind the screen, and the college council wouldn't see it any different.

#andy barber #dark!andy barber #dark andy barber #andy barber x reader #drabble #defending jacob

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give him six | trevor zegras

warnings: extreme domination. EXTREME domination. daddy kink because i do what i want. edging. spanking. cockwarming. at the same time. don’t worry about it. i do what i want. HINTS of anal play but they don’t actually do it. derogatory language (name calling…). crying during sex. sorry! spit kink. had to be done. subspace! ugh need a man to put me in that BAD bad pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader summary/request: “thinking about trevor zegras needing to fuck his gf roughly after a tough game to let out his frustration bc i can sooooo see him being into that. but he’d always be looking out for u too, saying to tell him if it hurts and checking in to ask if she’s ok, but as soon as she assures him she is he’s just going absolutely nuts not holding back 🫠” wc: 4109

You don’t have to look at Trevor to see how angry he is. He lost a few weeks of hockey due to his broken ankle and now he was back– but he couldn’t make a fucking goal in a shootout to get the win for his team? The worst part was that his shot was denied not by the goalie, but by the post. By the fucking post.

Trevor loves to flaunt his accuracy in the backyard, in the practice rink, even when tossing trash into the garbage bin, but the one time he doesn’t mean to hit the post, the puck does? It’s idiocracy. It’s humiliating. He’s better than this. He knows it, you know it, the whole world knows it. But St. Louis got to celebrate tonight, and maybe if he hadn’t hit the damn post, then he’d be celebrating with his teammates instead of stewing in your bed.

His arms are crossed over his chest and the TV isn’t even on– you join him and want to laugh at the image of your pouty boyfriend wallowing in silence. You climb under the covers with Trevor.

“You did really well, Trev,” you compliment, settling into the mattress.

“We should’ve won,” he replies.

You sigh. “You can’t win them all.”

Trevor scoffs. “Yeah, well, we could’ve won this one,” he snaps.

You stare at him for a moment while his tone really sets in. “You don’t have to talk to me like that,” you say, your voice growing cold. “I wasn’t out on the ice with you.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He, at least, sounds the part. He covers his face with his hands, the heels of his palms pressed against his eyes. “I just– I’m so mad.”

You take a deep breath. You don’t have to be at work until 9 and it’s about five minutes away if you leave on time. You have to do the laundry tomorrow afternoon anyway. Trevor would feel better if you did this. You really wanted to sleep after the game tonight, but it would be a lie if you said you didn’t want to make him feel better. Another deep breath.

“Why don’t you take it out on me?” You ask.

Trevor looks over at you, surprise written all over his features. “Really?” He asks, like a child who was just told that he could have another candy before bed. “Like last time?”

Last time. You practically start salivating, thinking about how Trevor brought you to the edge and ripped you away from the cliff time after time, until you were sobbing and screaming and begging for a release.

“Yeah, like last time,” you agree, already a little absent. Trevor notices, of course he does, he’s more in tune with your body than you are at this rate.

A smile tugs on the corner of Trevor’s lips, but he ignores it.

“Hands and knees,” Trevor says. “Right in front of me.”

You position yourself accordingly.

Trevor smooths a hand over your behind, your shirt riding up and exposing your skin due to the position you’re in. You hadn’t worn anything else to bed– why would you? You and Trevor had been together for ages and you weren’t exactly new to his… post-loss coping mechanisms.

“Elbows,” Trevor corrects. His cock twitches when you immediately drop to your elbows, no hesitation in your movements. You’re silent, like he wants when you play like this, and you’ll do anything he says. You’re gorgeous like this, all spread out and listening to him with your head forward like a good girl, waiting for your next instruction.

You hear his voice over the thumping of your heart, although you’re not sure how. You’re always finding Trevor in the mess of everything.

“Bite the sheets,” Trevor commands, shimmying out of his boxers. You can hear him moving and you take the bedsheets in your mouth, the fabric almost immediately saturating with your saliva. “Close your eyes.” You slide your eyes shut and wait, your shaky breath filling the room and heating your face.

Something warm probes at your entrance and for a moment, you can’t tell if it’s Trevor’s fingers or his cock. The answer comes to you via a sharp spank on your left cheek, with Trevor’s left hand. He always fingers you with his left hand so that he can keep his right around your neck– the hand that’s currently kneading your other cheek.

He pushes his cock into you slowly, the movement more like he’s pulling you back than pushing you forward.

“Six shots,” Trevor muses, watching his cock disappear into you. “Six shots, and I didn’t make one.”

You bite back the reassurance, swallowing it. Trevor doesn’t want to hear it.

“Do you know how that feels?”

You don’t answer. He still doesn’t want to hear it.

“I’ll show you,” Trevor promises, his voice deceptively soft. His hand rests against your skin, heavy and present.

You get lost in the feeling easily, your mouth full of the comforter and your fingers twisted in the top sheet. Your eyes stay closed, the red-tinged darkness grounding you.

“Yeah, I’ll show you,” he repeats, his voice darker this time. “You’re going to understand exactly what it feels like to come so close six times, just for all of that to be taken away from you.”

Your eyes open at his words and you pale. You spit the covers out and break your silence. “Six times?” You ask, incredulous. “Trev.”

“Daddy,” Trevor corrects with a spank. “Unless that’s… not what we’re doing tonight?”

You clench down on his length at the contact and the name, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sound of his voice. Trevor is playing with you, teasing you. His fingers are walking all over you– the small of your back, your cheeks, down your crack all the way to where he’s buried inside of you… and it’s distracting.

You find yourself nodding. “It is.”

“Good,” Trevor says. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make the second and third ones quick, okay?”

His voice is full of condescension, like he knows you’re going to lose track of everything as soon as he starts hitting you. He’s right, but that’s neither here nor there.

For as long as you’d been dating Trevor, you’d never seen him tap into the mindset that he has on the ice off the ice. However, when he’s bringing his hand down on your ass, he gets pretty damn close.

His spanks are precise and powerful. He’s leaving pink handprints all over your skin, from the fleshy parts of your ass to the top of your thighs, even a few falls over the hole that he’s not occupying. Each flash of his hand leaves your skin burning and your hips inching upwards, begging for more. All of this, and he’s still inside you– the torture of the spanking is that he isn’t moving, and you’re not supposed to.

You lose track of the count, feeling your stomach flip with each slap. What starts as stinging pain turns into aching pleasure, and the sensations aren’t lost on Trevor.

He feels you jolt each time he brings his hand down on your skin, the clench of your pussy around his cock, the pounding of your pulse from inside of you. Trevor smirks and shifts his hips forward as he brings his hand down, his hand making contact with your asshole just as his tip nudges against your g-spot.

You wail, lurching under Trevor’s watchful eye. You fuck back on his cock once, only managing the movement one measly time, before Trevor stills you with a hand and slides out of you.

“No,” you breathe out, voice muffled by your makeshift gag.

“Yes,” Trevor replies, smug. “Isn’t it frustrating?”

You glare at him, turning so he can see the look on your face.

All it does is make him laugh. “Well, now I have to really punish you, don’t I?” He asks. “I can’t have my baby making angry faces at me.”

Trevor taps your hip, wordlessly telling you to move. You resume your original position next to him, expecting Trevor to tell you to put your “pretty little hand” on his cock and jerk him until he comes all over your freshly manicured fingers.

You don’t expect him to slide under the covers and hike up your shirt until your breasts are exposed. Trevor hooks a leg around yours, his mouth exhaling warm air onto your nipple. His fingers tap at your skin, one hand on your side and the other on your mound, making its way south.

“We’re going to do four like this,” Trevor tells you. His voice is merely a whisper, crawling over in your skin and raising goosebumps in its wake. “Just like this. I’m gonna take one,” he breathes, catching your nipple between his teeth for a split second before continuing. “Right here. Gimme one, baby, just from me licking your tits. I know you can.”

He dives in, tongue first. Your jaw drops as Trevor’s eyes close, the same way you know they do when you kiss him. It’s surreal, seeing him kiss and lick over your skin the way he normally does over your lips. His eyelashes flutter, the long, dark pieces of hair stealing your train of thought.

Trevor surprises you with how quickly he brings you to the edge again. He promised that the second and third would be quick, but you didn’t know just how quick he meant.

You let out a strangled gasp and your hand flies to Trevor’s hair when he opens his eyes and lets his adoring gaze fix on your face. You pull him off your chest, heaving breaths filling your lungs.

Trevor smirks, but it never quite reaches his eyes. The same look burns you, makes you shy under his gaze. You blush and look away, one of your hands covering the redness on your cheeks.

“Good,” Trevor remarks, a mere observation. “You got close, didn’t you, baby?”

You nod, still breathing heavily.

Trevor waits, expectant. He tilts his head down and blinks.

“Yes, Daddy,” you concede. “I was close.”

“Honest girl,” Trevor praises. His fingers dance over your slit. “Love you.”

“Love you,” you parrot back to him.

Trevor rewards you by pushing one finger into your heat, pumping it in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace.

Your breath stays shaky, your eyes never leaving Trevor’s. His finger drags along your walls, petting the inside of you with its pad, and you swear you can feel the ridges of his fingerprint inside of you if you focus enough.

It’s hard to focus on that when Trevor’s got his scrutinizing eyes on yours, though.

“What finger is it?” Trevor asks.

“What?” You stammer, finally blinking and breaking the trance.

Trevor’s other hand flies up to steady your chin before you can look down and ruin his game. “Which finger–” Trevor asks, curling it inside you. “–am I fucking you with?”

Your brain stalls. It’s a no-brainer, really, you should know each of Trevor’s fingers by feel alone with how often they make their way inside of you. However, you’ve been denied two orgasms already and Trevor is close to taking a third from you with just his smug stare.

“Come on,” Trevor goads. “You know which finger this is, baby. The faster you tell me, the faster I get you to your orgasm.”

“Yeah, the faster you take it away,” you reply.

Trevor’s eyes cloud over and he jams his finger inside you, increasing his pace. “Don’t be a bitch.”

You open your mouth to retort, but Trevor twists his finger inside of you.

“Unless you want me to fuck you like one,” he teases.

You clench down on Trevor’s finger, his middle finger you realize, when he utters those words.

“You like that?” Trevor asks, unnecessarily. He can feel how you feel about it. “You like the idea of me getting my cock in you and fucking you like a damn animal? What is it, baby? Is it the primal instinct of it all or just the fact that I’m disciplining you like you’re worth less than I am?”

You moan at his words, logical responses and formed sentences too far from you to grasp.

“Tell me.” Trevor nudges your g-spot and you arch your back, your hips grinding against his finger… just for him to draw it out of you. “Not so fast. We’ve still got three more to go.”

“I was close,” you complain.

“So was I,” Trevor counters. “Hurts, doesn’t it? When things don’t work out the way you want them to?”

“Trevor!” You frown, put off by his game.

“Well, now you’ve really done it,” Trevor growls, shoving two fingers inside of you and resting his thumb on your clit. “You know better than to call me by my name.”

You’re drenched in sweat and slick, so Trevor’s movements aren’t hindered in the slightest, not even when you squeeze your thighs shut. All Trevor does is push them open, trap your thigh under his bony knee. Somehow, even though you just had your legs spread, Trevor seems to push in further and rub your clit faster, hitting every right spot in alternating movements: clit, then g-spot, clit, then g-spot again. And over and over.

You don’t warn him this time, you don’t pull away. You try not to clench down, you try not to rock your hips, you try anything that might get you real relief from a real orgasm without Trevor noticing.

But it’s also a futile effort because your boyfriend knows you that well.

He withdraws his fingers just as your legs, the traitors, begin to tremble.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t think you’d get away with that, did you?” Trevor teases.

“Please,” you beg. “Please, Daddy.”

Trevor’s eyes flash with approval and he teases your entrance again, this time with a third finger. “Don’t worry,” he coos. “We’ve only got two more. Then I’ll let you come.”

You choke on your own spit when Trevor buries his three fingers inside of you, all in one motion. He doesn’t dawdle or stall for time. He doesn’t take advantage of the situation at hand– that you were already shaking for him and a pump of his fingers would give you away to the pleasure just on the other side of your approaching peak.

No, he doesn’t pump his fingers. He just wiggles them as deep as he can get them and smirks before dropping a kiss on your lips. He lowers himself then and blows cool air on your clit, spreading your folds with his other hand so the full bundle of nerves is revealed to him. He leans in and captures it with his tongue, lightly sucking on the bundle. It’s not the most friction he’s ever given you, but it’s consistent. He builds you up on his tongue, slowly, so slowly.

And when your thighs close around his head, he stops. You’re aching for a release, tears building along your waterline. Your refractory period is shrinking with each near-orgasm, your babbles begging for Trevor to do something.

“I need it,” you beg, but the words feel more like a scream with how heavy they sit on your chest.

“Oh, I know you need it,” Trevor replies, tone mocking. “You need it so bad, you’re acting up. Talking back, not using my name, not answering my questions, trying to trick me so that you can get an orgasm. I ought to leave you like this, really show you what it’s like to be left frustrated after a disappointing performance.”

“No,” you whimper. “No, Trevor, that’s too much.”

It’s not your word, it’s not a cry of pain, but it still gives Trevor pause.

“Need me to be sweet to you?” Trevor asks, his eyes genuine and his hair wild from your wandering grasp.

You whine, arching your back. Trevor smiles fondly, but bats you away. When your back makes contact with the mattress again, Trevor’s deft fingers pinch your nipple and cause you to arch up a second time. He pushes you back down.

“Slut,” Trevor chastises. “Think you can distract me with your tits? This isn’t amateur hour, baby. I’ve still got to steal one orgasm from you.”

You blanch at that, your eyes wide. You take in every detail of his face, panting. There isn’t anything you could say that could stop him, except your word, but you’d rather curl into a ball and die than stop this right now. The words don’t come to you to tell him to continue, though.

“I’m going to get you so close,” Trevor whispers, his face close to yours. He leans down and kisses your neck. You arch into him, your once-useless hands finding his sides. You feel over the muscle there, his lean waist and strong chest. “You’re going to be right there, baby, and then I’m going to take it all away.”

“Please,” you repeat, but it’s indecipherable whether you’re begging Trevor to let you come or begging Trevor to leave you wanting more.

“Yeah,” Trevor agrees, sliding his three fingers back into your wet cunt.

You moan sharply at the intrusion, pumping deep into you this time and dragging along your walls in a torturous way. It feels so good, it has you seeing white specks when you manage to open your eyes and look at Trevor. His eyes are trained on your cunt, watching your wetness seep all over his fingers. When you push his hair out of his face, his eyes lift to meet yours.

His pupils are blown wide with lust and he’s got a snarl rumbling from deep in his chest. It is primal, you realize, the way he’s bullying his fingers into your cunt without a thought about what you can or can’t handle. He’s taking you, the way that you’ll only ever allow him to do.

“Gonna come?” Trevor asks, the evil smirk overtaking his face again.

“Please,” you beg again.

“‘Please,’” Trevor mocks. “Is that the only word you know?”

He pulses his hand, his fingers bouncing off your walls and causing you to jolt and scramble to find something to hold onto. That something ends up being Trevor’s hair and the pillow to your side. Your chest is heaving again, your nipples taut and pointed and begging to be touched.

As Trevor’s eyes trail down your body at a snail’s pace, you can feel your orgasm approaching. You yank his hair and he winces, bringing his hand to your neck and squeezing in retaliation.

“Daddy,” you wheeze, the edge of your vision growing fuzzy and dark. It’s the only warning you can give Trevor as the cliff starts to crumble below you, as you start to fall away into the orgasm that was denied from you for so long.

And when Trevor pulls his fingers out of you, he yanks you back onto solid ground.

And, unsurprisingly, you start to cry.

It’s not pretty, either. It’s not a tear here and there when you’re deepthroating your boyfriend, or the beautiful running of mascara as he fucks your face at some hockey event. No, this is full-on sobbing, gut-wrenching cries that have Trevor taking inventory of all the things he did to you, wondering if he pushed you too far. He rubs your thighs with both of his hands in a soothing motion, ignoring the glistening precum that he’s inadvertently rubbing into your skin.

“Baby,” Trevor murmurs.

You sob and raise your arms, needing him to hold you. Trevor’s face softens immediately and he pulls you into his chest, turning so he’s sitting with his back against the headboard and you’re awkwardly dangling half on his lap, half off. You keen into his neck, burying your face in his soft, tan skin.

“My girl,” Trevor whispers, rubbing your arms now and pulling you closer to him, comforting you with his warmth. “You’re perfect.”

“Daddy,” you whisper into his neck. “Please.”

Trevor tilts your head back and looks into your eyes. His gaze looks sad, meeting your own, red and puffy. “Please what, baby?”

“I need your cock,” You plead, petting over his stomach with a hand that feels like its made of static. “I need you to make me come, Daddy.”

Trevor groans, sounding pained. He twitches beneath you. “Like this?” He asks.

You nod, losing your words again. It’s a timid but vehement nod, needing Trevor to press inside you more than anything, but not knowing if you could handle another ruined orgasm.

“Please, let me come this time,” you say, trying to look as pathetic and needy as you can. With big doe eyes like this, Trevor has always been bad at denying you the things you want.

“Yeah, I think I’ve tortured you enough,” Trevor agrees, reaching under you and pressing his cockhead against your entrance. “Give me a bounce, baby. Wanna see your tits jump in front of my face, yeah?”

Trevor snakes his hands around to grab your bottom, his fingers tight against the skin. He uses his leverage to bounce you for him, knowing that you don’t have control over your movements as fucked out as you are, and he’d hate to see you cry more because you’re mad at yourself for not moving the way he wanted you to.

He lifts you up and down, snapping his hips up to meet yours when they fall. His eyes flicker between your boobs and your face, the teartracks drying over your cheeks as you allow yourself to be consumed by ecstasy. One of Trevor’s hands flies upward, tracing over your skin until he threads it between the strands of your hair. Once his whole hand is enveloped in your roots, he tugs and your mouth falls open.

Trevor leans forward and directs a glob of spit down your throat, his forceful hawk causing his spit to find the back of your throat.

You convulse on top of him, trembling under his watchful gaze and his warm cock. “Daddy,” you pant, feeling like you’re burning and drowning in your desire for him. Trevor slips his thumb into your mouth as you come and you suck on it like a child, grinding against him through your aftershocks.

You’re floating on air by the time your aftershocks cease and Trevor pulls out of you gently, grasping his cock in his fist. He’s watching you and you’re watching him. Never breaking eye contact, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

Trevor presses his tip to your tongue and strokes his cock, squeezing on the downstroke and groaning curses with each turn of his hand. He comes just seconds later, his white ropes of come gracing your tastebuds. He pulls away after only a few drops intersect with your tongue, continuing to come in spurts over your cheeks, lips, and nose. A bit of come drips down the tip of your nose and you poke your tongue out again to try and catch it, which makes Trevor laugh.

Still lost in your post-orgasm haze, you barely notice when Trevor leaves the bed and comes back with a moist towel. He wipes your face, then your thighs and pussy, dropping a kiss on your lower belly after he’s finished. You let out a breath at that, not knowing that you were holding it, astounded by the fragility and intimacy of the moment.

“Daddy,” you say out loud, mostly just to yourself. Mostly just to feel the word on your tongue, feel it take its shape in your mouth. It sounds like awe.

Trevor deposits the towel in the hamper across the room with a toss, proving yet again that his precision and accuracy are off the charts most of the time. He crowds your space, tracing your features with his delicate pinky. “Did Daddy make you feel good, baby?” Trevor asks. “You made Daddy feel good.”

You whine at that and almost want to cry again at the praise. All the time you spent wondering if you were good enough, if you’d ever get a boyfriend who loved you and stayed with you was worth it when you found Trevor. He always said the right things, made you feel things you’d never felt before.

“I love you,” you say.

Trevor slips his thumb into your mouth, watching your eyes close in bliss as he presses it against your tongue. You can still taste where he was rubbing your pussy with this digit.

“I love you,” he replies, voice soft. His voice sounds like awe, too.

note: small town girl chapter 1 next! (hopefully)

#puck luck's fics #andy writes anything🍄#trevor zegras #trevor zegras smut #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #tz11 #nhl smut #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #hockey smut

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iovebarca · 2 days

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hii, could you write something about the reader being fermins sister and is secretly dating gavi? they have these cute little secret meetups in her room but fermin then catches them and isn’t very pleased🫠 you can end the fic however you want:) (i hope for fluff tho lmao)

tyy!💞

Hidden Hearts - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: thank you for a 100 followers like thats crazyyy

Warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, not proofread

WC: 1350 ish

Summary: basically what the request says:))

The late afternoon sun casts a warm, golden glow through your bedroom window, illuminating the soft, pastel colors of your room. The air is filled with the scent of fresh flowers from the bouquet Pablo brought you earlier. He sits across from you on the bed, his hand gently holding yours as you talk in hushed voices, the familiarity and comfort between you undeniable. Every secret meeting with him feels like stolen moments of pure happiness.

You're both aware of the risks involved, especially living with your brother Fermín, who is not only overprotective but also Pablo's close friend. The thought of him finding out about your relationship has always been daunting. Yet, in this moment, with Pablo's warm eyes gazing into yours, the world outside seems distant.

Pablo leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. Just as you're about to deepen the kiss, you hear the unmistakable sound of the front door opening. Panic sets in, but there's no time to react. Fermín's voice calls out, "Y/N, are you home?"

Before you can even think of an excuse, the door to your bedroom swings open. Fermín stands there, his expression shifting from confusion to shock and then to anger as he takes in the scene before him. "What the hell is going on here?" he demands, his voice low and dangerous.

"Pablo, get out," Fermín says, his tone brooking no argument.

Pablo looks at you, worry etched on his face, but he nods and reluctantly leaves the room. The silence that follows is heavy and uncomfortable. Fermín turns to you, his eyes flashing with hurt and betrayal. "How long has this been going on?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Fermín, I can explain—"

"How long?" he repeats, more forcefully this time.

"Six months," you admit, tears welling up in your eyes. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Too late for that," he says coldly before turning and leaving the room.

The next few days are unbearable. Fermín barely speaks to you, and you know from Pablo that he's ignoring him at training too. The weight of the silence in the apartment feels crushing. You hate seeing your brother this way, but you also can't bear the thought of losing Pablo.

One afternoon, as Fermín heads out for training, you see him talking to Pedri. They stand by the door for a moment, and you can tell by the way Pedri glances your way that Fermín is telling him about you and Pablo. A little while later, you receive a text from Pablo saying that Fermín has been distant and cold during training, avoiding him completely.

The following evening, you’re sitting alone in the living room, the silence around you pressing in. You can't take it anymore. You grab your phone and text Pablo, asking him to meet you at the park. The same park where you shared countless secret moments.

When you arrive, Pablo is already there, sitting on the bench where you first confessed your feelings for each other. He looks up as you approach, his eyes filled with concern. "How are you holding up?" he asks softly.

"Horrible honestly," you admit, sitting down beside him. "I hate seeing Fermín like this. I hate that he's hurt."

Pablo wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. "We'll get through this," he says firmly. "We just need to give him time."

As the days pass, the tension between you, Fermín, and Pablo remains palpable. You try to go about your daily routine, but everything feels off. The laughter and easy conversation that once filled the apartment have been replaced by awkward silences and curt exchanges. One evening, you find Fermín in the kitchen, staring out the window. Gathering your courage, you approach him.

"Fermín, can we talk?" you ask quietly.

He turns to you, his expression guarded. "About what?"

"About everything," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "I hate this. I hate that you're upset and that you're hurt. But I love Pablo, and I need you to understand that."

Fermín sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's not just about you loving him. It's about trust. You and Pablo kept this from me. That hurts."

"I know," you say, tears welling up in your eyes. "And I'm sorry. We were scared of how you'd react. We didn't want to lose you."

He looks at you for a long moment before nodding slowly. "I get it. But it's going to take time for me to get over this."

Meanwhile, at training, Pedri watches Fermín closely. He sees the way Fermín avoids Pablo, the way his shoulders tense up whenever Pablo is nearby. During a break, Pedri approaches Fermín.

"Hey, what's going on with you lately? You've been off," Pedri says, his tone gentle but firm.

Fermín sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's Pablo and Y/N. They're dating. And they kept it from me."

Pedri nods thoughtfully. "I get that you're upset, man, but have you thought about why they might have kept it a secret? Maybe they were scared of exactly this reaction."

"They should have trusted me," Fermín mutters.

"True, but love makes people do crazy things," Pedri replies. "Do you really think Pablo would ever hurt her? And you know your sister better than anyone. If she's with Pablo, it's because she loves him. Maybe you should talk to them, understand their side."

Fermín looks down, the anger in his eyes slowly giving way to something softer. "I don't know, Pedri. It's just... hard."

"I know it is," Pedri says gently. "But pushing them away isn't going to help. You're all friends, and family. Don't let this break that."

That evening, Fermín comes home and hesitates outside your door before finally knocking. "Can we talk?" he asks, his voice much softer than before.

You nod, motioning for him to sit. He takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm sorry for how I reacted. I just... I was hurt. But I realize now that I didn't give you a chance to explain."

You take his hand, squeezing it gently. "I never wanted to hurt you, Fermín. I love Pablo, but I love you too. You're my brother, and that will never change."

Fermín nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I just want you to be happy. Both of you."

Later that night, Pablo joins you and Fermín in the living room. The atmosphere is tense at first, but as the evening progresses, it starts to feel like old times. By the end of the night, Fermín pulls you both into a hug. "Let's not keep secrets anymore, okay?"

"Agreed," you and Pablo say in unison, relief flooding through you.

As the three of you sit together, laughter filling the room, Fermín suddenly turns to Pablo, his expression serious. "But Pablo, remember this: if you ever break her heart, I will break you. Understood?"

Pablo nods earnestly, "Understood. I promise I'll never hurt her."

Fermín's stern face softens into a smile. "Good. Now, let's order some pizza and enjoy the rest of the night."

In the days that follow, things slowly return to normal. Fermín starts to thaw towards Pablo during training, and the playful banter between them begins to reemerge. One afternoon, after a particularly grueling session, Fermín claps Pablo on the back.

"Good job today," he says, a genuine smile on his face.

Pablo grins, relief washing over him. "Thanks, man. Means a lot."

Back at the apartment, you and Fermín find yourselves talking more, sharing stories and laughing like you used to. One evening, as you're all sitting together, Pedri joins you, and the four of you share a meal, the camaraderie and bond stronger than ever.

As the night draws to a close, you look around at your brother, your boyfriend, and your friend, feeling a profound sense of gratitude. Despite the challenges and the initial hurt, love and understanding have prevailed.

#pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi x reader #gavi #fc barcelona #gavi imagine #gavi x reader

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ssahotchnerr · 5 hours

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literally cannot stop thinking abt grocery runs with the family 🫠 Aaron will be carrying Ellie while she points out things she wants to add to the cart while jack is helping reader to push the cart 🥹 aaahhhh I cannot they're just so cuteee 😭😭😭

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my heart is melting

hehe ellie simply refuses to sit in the cart seat. if aaron's in her line of vision, she must be with him, end of story. you'll put her in the seat anyway, to see if she'll actually choose to stay put, but every time: she's trying to wiggle out or she's holding out her arms for aaron to pick her up 🥹🥹🥹🥹

ellie's hoisted on his side, aaron's using one hand to grab items and toss them in the cart, showing/telling her what the food is, or what meal it's going to be apart of; "you see this? this is tomato sauce, and it goes with spaghetti. but don't tell your grandpa dave, this isn't the authentic stuff🤨" 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭😭😭 and omg you know how cereals sometimes have certain characters on the box? ellie happens to see her favorite show, and is adamant it's bought. she's pointing at it and getting a bit whiny. aaron will take it off the shelf and she holds onto it for the rest of the shopping trip, wants to hold it in the car too 😭 the only problem though, she wants it for the character on the box 😭 say it's some fruity berry cereal, it's given to her at breakfast the next morning, and she detests it. refuses to eat it, jack doesn't like it either, so you and aaron eat it so it doesn't go to waste, although the two of you don't enjoy it either 😭 come the next shopping trip, ellie sees it and wants it again, and aaron's all, "but honey you didn't like it😭"

or when ellie's learning to walk/finally has gotten the hang of it, she holds aaron's hand and waddles down the aisle 🥰🥹😭 (depending on the aisle too, not near any jars or glass containers) she's grabbing anything off the shelf she can reach. aaron's just following her, putting things back 😭💞💓💕

and jack 🥹 hehe he can barely see over the shopping cart, but he's at that age where he wants to do everything himself 😭 he tries to push it as much as he can, but can't, which is where you come in 😭 hehe he's in front of you as you push the cart, standing on the lower level compartment and getting a free ride 🥹 but jack's sooo helpful when shopping, and wants to be 🥹 you and aaron tell him what to grab, are very inclusive when it comes to picking out dinners/snacks/special treats. like with ellie being young and in constant need of attention, it's a small way to make him feel special 🥹🫶🏻 if ellie's in the shopping cart seat - and not happy about it - jack's distracting and entertaining her too 🥹💓🫶🏻

#ellie hotchner <3 #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds imagine #let's talk aaron <333333 #🪷anon

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romantichomicide95 · 2 days

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Hey, how are you doing? ☺️

You can ignore this ask, if you do not feel comfortable with it, I have not seen the name or anime in your rules, but saw you wrote a little something with him in mind:

What do you think, the first time with Suo Hayato and a female reader would be like? Do you see him more on the dominating site, or as kind and soft and friendly as he presents himself most of the time? I would love a scenario, but you have all the creative liberty you want 🫠 Just want to read a little spice about my boy...

Thank you so much!

my requests are actually closed love! buuut i’ll give you a little something because i haven’t written for him yet lol.

aged up obviously.

i think sex with suo could go either way to be honest. he is clearly a kind person but he has a very cheeky side to him and it hasn’t been explored as much as it should be quite yet in my opinion but that cheekiness can be quite crude as well so i could see him being kinda rough if that’s what you’re into.

like i think he has the potential to be the type to tease you…like he’s going down on you and he’s like “oh you want me to touch you here?” as his tongue is licking up your slit. and he looks up at you smiling his cheeky fucking smile like you’re not laying there writhing underneath his touch. his breath ghosts across your nub before his fingers explore your cunt, softly brushing against your clit before he’s rubbing circles on it, hitting that sweet spot he knows oh so well and he’s like “oh yeah it’s here right?” before leaning down again to suck on your cute little nub.

“you’re pretty needy aren’t you?” he says rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds making you all wet and needy below him. giving you that cheeky smile again as he watches the look of desperation on your face before he finally pushes inside you. he’s slow at first cause he wants you to really feel his cock. he begins thrusting slow and steady, pumping his hips back and forth letting you really feel every inch of him. but when the tip hits that spot deep inside you and he sees your eyes roll back, he’s picking up his pace grinding against it deliberately. really finds satisfaction knowing it’s him making you moan like that.

#suo hayato #hayato suo #suo hayato x reader #suo hayato smut #suo smut #wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker x you #wind breaker smut #anon asks

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jealousmartini · 2 days

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JJK drself intro ig

I know I've posted her before but the last time I did on here she didn't get as much love as I wanted her to so here we go again🧍🏿‍♀️

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Year 2006, Season 1 Satsuma [no surname lol]

Curse technique: Electro shock

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She usually manifests the curse by rubbing her hands together quickly to create electro static friction inbetween her hands and through out her body (Like how the doctors use those electric pad thingys to bring back someones pulse).

She can summon lightning strikes, but it's not always controllable. The lightning strikes can stun/tazer/electrocute anyone around her in a 15-foot radius (Electrocution is the worst effect you can get, being stund is the least harmful effect). She can manipulate the strikes through her body to her hands like a finger gun, striking any one target directly. She can also use this in terms of speed too.

Unfortunately, there is a dead giveaway when she's about to use her curse. The people around her will tend to get strong goosebumps, and their hair will start to stand up like lightning is about to strike. If she is interrupted while trying to use her curse, the energy will just be stored in her body. And if she uses too much, she will get hiccups and twitches.

Idk which hand sign I wanna do more. Either the winx club✌🏾✌🏾 or that magnetic thing🤘🏾🤘🏾by ILLIT

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Anyways, relationships.

[ Gojo, Geto, Shoko and Satsuma ] SatsOjoKoTo

The silliest quad ever. Shoko kinda adopted Satsuma into the group when they immediately hit it off, and Shoko was sick and tired trapped in the middle of Gojo and Geto's frequent bickering like an elderly couple. And needed another girl in the group.

It took Geto sometime to warm up to Satsu, but eventually started to like her when she was able to show off her curse. Meanwhile, Gojo found no trouble annoying her whenever he could. They both think her curse is quite cool, but they both think they're better than her, of course

[ Nanami and Satsuma ] SatsuNami

I'll update this sometime soon idk come back to see something here

[ Yuki, Choso and Satsuma ] YuChoSuma

If Satsuma was a canon character and placed into a trio by Gege or the JJK fan base like Gojo Geto and Shoko but only based off a specific scene in an episode, she would definitely be in a trio with Yuki and Choso when Yuki once said how she likes "Muddy men" referencing Choso, and then asked her "what kind of men do you like? Or women!" and Satsuma replied she can't ever make her mind up anyway. Muddy men are kind of cute, I guess, and pretty women make her nervous.

[ Sakuna and Satsuma ] SatsuKuna

I'll put something here later icba rn 🫠

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canines-crown · 1 day

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Anyways y'all know how I've been questioning a deer kintype for months now? You know... Hoof shifts... Some kind of thingie on my head... The ears... Herbivore... Headbutting things... Yeah those shifts and urges!

So what if it's NOT a deer? 🫠

Guys I present to you...

GOATS 😳 (putting my existential crisis under a read more ahahah help me)

I've been questioning goats before I've been questioning deer! It started with me intensely questioning chamois for several weeks, until I thought about goats! I don't exactly remember why I stopped thinking about them and moved onto deer, probably because I feel more at home in a forest, being wild.

But recently the goat thoughts have come back... When I look at goats, I just see myself. I look at a goat and feel as if that's me.

I have always had this connection to large rocks and mountains... The thought of jumping and climbing on them with ease fills me with excitement! I want to live on a mountain with other goats, grazing, bathing in the sun. I want to headbutt playfully... I also want to fight. I want to defend myself. I am stubborn and determined, small but never weak. If you mess with me I will fight. I WANT to fight.

I realized that there's goats on mountain pastures (I'm not sure if that's the correct word, but basically goats that belong to a farmer or something, but they roam somewhat freely in the mountains on a field and stuff)

Ever since I realized that I felt as if something clicked for me?... Idk...

Today I had another strange experience. I was at a funfair, and there was a tiny little goat, all in white. I looked into the animal's eyes and it felt as if I was looking into my own. I saw myself in that tiny creature. The goat was headbutting some children that didn't respect it's boundaries and that made me proud. Then the goat walked up to me and started playing with my shoe laces! It sniffed my hand and I pet it carefully... It's fur was so soft. It felt as if I was touching an angel.

Since then I couldn't stop thinking about goats. When I think of myself I see a white goat with yellow eyes, a goat with sharp hooves and powerful horns. I feel as if that's me

I also haven't found any kind of deer that fit me. I feel like I may still be deerkin, because I want to live in a forest and well... Be a deer. But maybe I'm not one. Maybe I'm a goat. Maybe I was right the first time...

#therian #alterhuman #therianthropy #nonhuman #goatkin #goat theriotype #goat therian #hoofkin #preykin #herbivore kin #theriotype

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graciegoeskrazy · 1 day

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change in pressure

george daniel + stepdaughter!teen!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of bio dad, yelling, reader puches someone, mentions of blood, nothing gory or graphic, kind of short i started and finished this today (🫠) not proofread lolz

a/n: this is the unofficial sequel to ‘somebody else’. it basically just touches on the events there so i would recommend giving it a read before hand.

George was set for his day off. A beautiful day with no worries or fears about what’s to come. Just him, a TV, food, and a house to himself. The fantasy of a day off however came to an end when a call rang, two seconds after he sat down.

It had no caller ID but the area code was one he recognized so he answered anyway. “Hello?” He said, softly sighing.

“Is this the father of y/n Aitchison?” A voice sounded.

George’s attention piqued. “Yes, step-father.”

“This is Principal Mitchill, from y/n’s school. How are you doing today?” He said.

“Fine- is y/n alright?” George, getting straight to the point.

“Yes. However, I’m afraid she was sent to my office this morning

George grew confused. being sent to the front office hadn’t been unusual for you lately, but a call being sent home hadn’t happened before. The pair have noticed your mood changed recently, little slips of anger issues or what have you. Never directly to them though. They chalked it up to hormones of a growing girl and let it be, but now, George was connecting some dots.

”We’ve been trying to get into contact with her mother but she wasn’t answering. Do you know if she or yourself could come pick her up?”

George started to stand and put his dish away. “Her mom is out of town. I can be there in 15.”

“Thank you, see you then.”

…

”A fist fight! Really?” he said, as he slammed the door shut while getting in the car.

You rolled your eyes from the passenger seat. ”She got what she deserved. It’s not that big of a deal.”

”It’s a huge deal! Damn, even the shit I did when I was your age wasn’t ballsy enough like fist fight.” George really couldn’t believe what was happening. He couldn’t comprehend this news. Even given your history, this was so unlike you.

”Oh, of course. I bet you were an angel.”

He looked you dead on, “Not the point, missy. The point is you broke that girl's nose!”

”Have you seen her face? She deserved it.” You chuckled. George didn’t find it as funny though.

“Not the point ethier!” Damn it, she’s so much like her mother. ”You’re about to go to high school, y/n! They said this is going on your permanent record! They’re gonna look at his shit and see it and it's gonna get you in trouble down the road.”

”Whatever, I don’t care.” you said, mumbling, still loud enough for George to hear.

“Since when? Since when has this new, grungy, uncool, mean girl take over the body of my y/n who used to love school and would DREAM of putting a fist up against a petty teenager? Huh? What happened to her?”

”Oh shut up! Stop pretending to be my dad.”

As much as he knew you didn’t mean it. As much as he wanted to brush the comment off like it was nothing, he couldn’t deny the slight ache in his heart. You faced the window, too scared to confront him. You felt his eyes remain on you, even more when he let out a sigh before starting the car,

”Forgive me for caring.”

…

You ran straight upstairs when you got home. you expected him to stop you, tell you to come down, but he didn’t. You know yourself, you didn’t mean it. However, you didn’t know if George knew that.”

Hours passed, you declined dinner when George offered via text, he thought you were still mad at him, you thought he was still mad at you.

You worked up the courage at around 10 pm. You had heard his footsteps lead to his and Charli’s shared bedroom almost an hour ago, and figured it was time to go and apologize. the more you sat around or tried to distract you self from the events earlier today, the more agonized you felt.

You knocked out he door. He was sat up in bed, doing some work on his laptop. He smiled at thee sight of you. You just stood awkwardly at the door.

You had planned what to say, tried to imagine how this would all go down, but no rods came out of your mouth when you tried to speak, instead, just a tear down your cheek.

He playfully opened up his arms to you and you practically ran into his embrace, already starting to cry. He let out an almost fake grunt and kissed your head as you started to ramble.

”I didn’t mean what I said.” You spoke, softly.

”i know you didn’t-“

”I’m so sorry!” your cried into him. George just smiled.

”You don’t need to be sorry.”

”I said you weren’t my dad! And you are! You are my dad! You were trying to be helpful and I was being a bitch.”

”Hey! You are not a bitch.” He said, grabbing the sides of your face.

”But I’m sorry.”

”Fine. You’ll be forgiven when you tell me what going on with you.”

You groaned and he smiled.

You thought for a minute. truthfully, you had your answer, it was just hard to put into words. ”I don't like school anymore.” You started.

”No?”

You paused. ”No.”

”Why no?” He asked.

“It’s too boring.”

He smiled again. ”Well, everyone finds school boring.”

”Not me. I used to love school.”

”Hm. What happened then.”

You shrugged. ”I started not loving it?”

”Why’s that?”

You changed the subject, ”I feel like I haven't been the same since Justin was here.” George moved, to look directly at you. ”I don’t know why but I con’t stop thinking abut him…the things he did to me…or my mom.”

He didn't know a lot about Justin, or the specific things he did to you, knowing it was always a touchy subject and Charli and George wanted to respect your wished, as long as they knew you were okay. ”Like what.” He asked.

”I don’t want to talk about it.”

George feared he overstepped. ”Ok, we don’t have to. Why do you think you can't stop thinking about him though.”

”I get scared…that he’s gonna do something again. And maybe that’s why I keep acting out? I really don’t know-“

”Hey, It’s okay. You don’t need answers right now.” You nodded. “Just know I’m here if you need help finding them.”

#falling for this universe more and more every time #short whoops #cute i think #the 1975 #x daughter!reader #george daniel #george daniel x daughter!reader #george daniel x you #george daniel x reader

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