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lizzieisright · 2 months

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I actually asked another creator this too, but if your requests ARE open, can you do a comfort fic where Abby starts dating reader and it's like her first relationship outside of a manipulative/controlling/abusive relationship? where abbys just super sweet and reassuring and just :((

I love your writing sm so!!

Palestine: what can you do

I'm ready to suffer (and I'm ready to hope)

Okay actually I saw these amazing women who are paediatric PTs on youtube and thought Abby would make an amazing paediatric PT, so this is modern au!

Tw for the mentions of abusive situations.

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When you finally leave Sandy you swear to not ever date again.

And you don’t.

You find a therapist and start spending more time with your friends again. They’re incredibly supportive of you and they don’t let you sit at home, always asking you to hang out or go somewhere. They’re eager to introduce the world back to you and it’s wonderful, but you’re exhausted. Sandy took every piece of you and it's damn hard work to gain it back, and dealing with the fear of being shamed for not having a good time when your friends put so much effort into it is very hard. It takes a lot of reminders from them to make you feel okay, but somewhere in your mind you still expect them to blow out on you. They never do.

And you start to feel like you’re in a good place now. Of course, when we feel like we’re finally free, the Universe needs us to remember how much work is still ahead of us. Your reminder comes to your work at the end of the work day on Friday with a bouquet of lilies that smell as suffocating as the person holding them.

“Hi baby.” Sandy smiles at you, but you don’t move closer than 3 feet. You want to go around her if she had a bomb in these flowers.

The good thing - you expected it. You weren’t surprised to see her here, so she lost her element of shock that would have disarmed you.

“What do you want?” You ask coldly.

“Come on baby, it’s Friday! I thought it would be a good time for us to go on a date, discuss what happened and you know, make up. I miss you.”

You clench your fists. She wants to discuss what happened - is she ready to admit her mistakes and change? Is it a sign that everything will work out this time?

No. No “this time”.

“I have plans.”

The angry furrow on Sandy's face just proves you made the right decision. The bouquet falls on the floor and she starts crying.

“I thought you loved me!” Sandy howls and your colleagues are now paying attention to the whole situation. “You have a date, don't you? Already moved on, huh? Fucking slut.”

It's humiliating, but you understand with horror that you're used to it. It's not the first time when your coworkers see Sandy in this state.

“I'm just hanging out with Niki.” You reassure Sandy because you don't want to hurt her - she is a human after all and she was always so jealous, so insecure about your loyalty. People betrayed her in the past, and you have a hard time blaming her.

“Of course, the moment I'm out of the picture Niki is there to lick your wounds! I bet she does more than just licking your wounds.”

The shame flares up and you take a breath. You slipped up. You fell for her shit again.

“It doesn't concern you anymore.”

You don't wait for her answer, too scared she will get to you again. You turn around and go into the office where she will not be allowed to follow.

At your next appointment with your therapist, you're pissed off at yourself.

“Why did I even speak to her? I knew it would end badly!”

“Well, it's normal to speak to people when they speak to you. You told her you're busy and she tried to manipulate you again, but you slowed down, noticed what she was doing, and made the right decision. I'd say this situation shows how much progress you've made. You protected yourself.”

These words bring you back to reality. You sigh.

“She will come to my work again.”

Dr. Spencer hums.

“You told me before that you would like to explore different opportunities in your work field. Maybe you should take yourself on that.”

This is how you end up getting a job as the nurse in a paediatric clinic. It is in a different place of the city and takes a different route, so Sandy won’t be able to catch you at a metro station if she tries. You don’t tell your colleagues where you’re going, just saying you wanted to take time for yourself and relax, removing the possibility of Sandy finding you again.

You're excited - working with kids and helping them seems like an opportunity to heal something in yourself by doing something good. The head of the clinic, Sevika, gives you a tour after your final interview to meet the team and she also introduces you to the doctor you’ll be working with.

“Doctor Anderson?” Sevika calls when you enter the office. “Do you have a minute?”

“Yeah, hang on.” The voice of this woman is soft and friendly, and it reassures you.

“I want you to meet your new nurse.”

Something falls and you hear a children’s song playing and the room is not illuminated by different colours. Adorable.

“Sorry, it’s a mess here.” You hear her voice again and then Dr. Anderson emerges.

You just stare. She is tall and has broad shoulders, her compression shirt under her scrubs shows off her muscled arms - which is expected, she is a PT - her blonde hair is braided and her braid rests on her shoulder. Dr. Anderson is incredibly pretty, and you’re a woman enough to admit it and stay professional.

“Hi. I’m Abby.” Dr. Anderson smiles and holds her hand for a handshake.

You tell her your name and shake her hand - god, the grip these women have here.

“Would you walk Ms. (Y/n) through everything here?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Dr. Anderson shows you everything: where is all the equipment, the toys for kids, the changing room. She tells you all about the protocols - which you’re familiar with as well, except for dealing with overprotective parents and dealing with kids’ pain: at your previous clinic you mostly worked with adults.

“I’m very excited.” You admit after your tour is finished.

“Yeah?” Dr. Anderson grins. “Be prepared to learn a lot of baby songs.”

You laugh and feel very optimistic. You feel like you can have your life back now.

Your first day might not go as smoothly as you wanted, but Dr. Anderson is patient with you. She doesn’t snap at you when you follow her instruction wrong for the third time and doesn’t tell you off after patients leave. She just gives you tips and leaves it to you to correct it. You don’t know if she notices how you flinched in fear when you made a mistake the first time or if she is always like this, but you’re grateful anyway.

The kids are adorable and resilient, they don’t give up and it makes you cry a little. The way Dr. Anderson praises them and holds them and explains to parents what she is doing is admirable. Watching her hold a 3yo toddler on her palms is equally impressive and attractive. Dr. Anderson is attractive, it’s hard not to be drawn to her, but you shove your emotions deep, deep down - it’s incredibly unprofessional. You complain about it to Dr. Spencer and she just chuckles and reminds you, “Attraction happens unconsciously and you can’t control it, so stop fighting it.” It annoys you that she is right.

After three months working together you become friends and you call Dr. Anderson Abby now. Because honestly, she looks absolutely ridiculous in her Hello Kitty cap. You find your rhythm and now you work extremely smoothly - you know exactly when the kid needs to be distracted or when Abby needs your help during different exercises.

And Abby doesn’t tell you - because she is also aware how unprofessional she is - but she adores you. You’re so good with kids it makes Abby jealous sometimes, how you somehow know what exactly will stop the kid from crying. You’re also good with her - you take as much as possible from her shoulders and Abby now has someone to rely on.

She knows she is ears deep in love when you send her a video of a bright squeaky octopus and tell her you’re going to buy it for her office and then a few days later you admit to her that it’s actually a dog toy and you got in a pet section. Abby cackles and promises not to tell anyone. Especially since the octopus is a hit with a few kids she is treating.

Abby is desperate. She knows she can’t ask you on a date, but love makes a fool out of the best of us, so on the day that marks four months since you’ve been working together, Abby goes to Sevika’s office to embarrass herself.

“You’re embarrassing yourself, Dr. Anderson.” Sevika tells her as much. “Ms. (Y/n) is not employed by you and you have no authority over her. Ask the girl out and don’t waste my time. If it goes south I’ll just send her to Grayson.”

“Thanks, Sevika.”

“Get the fuck out, Anderson.”

Abby laughs and goes back to work, hopeful.

And Abby is not delusional - you do like her. She is caring and patient and funny as hell. But you’re too scared both because you’re her nurse and because as much as you work in therapy, Sandy doesn’t let go of you. Dr. Spencer had to deal with your multiple spirals after you started working with Abby and fucking up or thinking you’re fucking up. “Now name me 10 things that are different about Dr. Anderson and Sandy” was said at least 5 times. Well, your life is routine based so you schedule your spirals once a month, it seems.

So yes, you like Abby a lot. But you’re so broken that when Abby finally gains courage and,

“Do you have plans this weekend?”

“Sleep for 12 hours counts?” You laugh, oblivious.

“Would you-“ Abby takes a big breath and now you’re panicking, scared she’ll tell you something mean. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

You just stand there and stare at her in shock. Abby gives you time, but her nerves are not that strong, so she gives up when the silence starts to feel too big.

“I’m sorry.” Abby says as politely as possible, not wanting to burden you with her disappointment. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I-uh- no, it’s okay! I just- I didn’t expect it.” You say while anxiety is buzzing inside you. “I upset you, I’m sorry.” You cringe when you understand you projected onto Abby again.

“Hey, it’s totally fine. I understand, believe me.” Abby smiles.

You’re too scared to agree - you don’t feel like you’re ready for dating - so you let the awkward silence fill the room.

That evening you spend overthinking, convincing yourself Abby deserves better, that you’re not good enough for her and you can’t involve her in your issues.

“So Dr. Anderson, who you like, likes you back?” Dr. Spencer asks when you retell her the whole story. “Why don’t you tell her you’d go on a date with her?”

“Because I’m not what she needs. She needs someone who is better than whatever I am.” Dr. Spencer nods compassionately. She wants to bring your attention to how you speak about yourself, but she chooses to go on a different route.

“Don’t take her choice away. Let her decide what she needs. After all, who is the expert on her needs?”

“She is.” You admit and feel like you can breathe again. You're not responsible for Abby's choices, so you can't decide for her. It makes you feel free.

Abby is not having the time of her life on Saturday evening, moping around and cringing at herself for asking you out and reading the situation wrong, when her phone rings. She sees your contact and her heart speeds up from anxiety and hope.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s me. I-um. I’m sorry for yesterday, I was just- Sorry, not the point. Is your offer still standing?” You sound extremely nervous and it’s cute. Abby smiles and chuckles, happy.

“Yes. Of course.” She says softly and hears your shaky sigh. “Are you free tomorrow?”

You’re very nervous on your first date with Abby - you don’t want to upset her. So you dress and redress and redress until you think you don’t look too embarrassing. Abby smiles and compliments your outfit when she sees you, and some of your anxiety goes away. You’re painfully aware that you feel like you’re walking on eggshells during your date - Abby took you to an art gallery and then to dinner - and you know it’s not because of Abby. Abby has been so sweet and considerate the whole time and you’re sure she doesn’t feel comfortable with how tense you are at some moments, but the past still grips you tightly.

So you come clean to her when you go for a walk after dinner.

“I’m sorry I’ve been weird.” You start and Abby looks at you to show that she is listening. “My past relationship was not great and I’m dealing with the aftermath now. Sometimes it’s hard for me to stay grounded in reality.” You’re so deeply ashamed of yourself you can’t look at Abby. You expect her to dump you right away, or laugh at you, or call you weird, but nothing like this happens.

“Oh.” She says, surprised. She thought you were just shy, but it makes sense. “Thank you for telling me. Is it why you didn’t agree to the date when I asked you on Friday?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You cringe, but Abby looks at you softly.

“Don’t. We all have our battles. I’m glad you called me back.”

You can’t help your smile. Abby can’t help but to ask if she can kiss you.

The first sign of how “not great” your past relationship was happens three weeks into dating. It was the end of the day and you were packing your things when your phone made a sound. You quickly checked it and then looked at Abby, panicked. Abby stops packing her bag, worried.

“Did something happen?”

“N-no. My friend just texted me. She asked me if we could go for drinks.” You admit, scared to lie to Abby and scared she will not be pleased with you. “Can I?”

“Can you what?” Abby asks, confused, but your mind is registering it as anger. You take a breath to calm down.

“Can I go? If you don’t want me to, I won’t, I promise.”

Abby stops completely. Her heart breaks when she understands what is happening, and why it’s happening.

“Baby, hey. Take a breath, yeah?” She speaks softly and comes closer to you to hold your hands gently. “I’m not going to be mad if you go anywhere, especially to meet your friends. You don’t need to ask my permission, okay? You’re your own person with your own life.”

You sniffle and Abby coos and hugs you tightly.

“I’m sorry.” You say into her shoulder. “I just-“

“It takes time to heal. I understand.” You cry even harder in her arms. “I promise I’m not going to be mad about it. Can’t be sure about Kyle though.”

You laugh through your tears - Kyle is a two year old who is obsessed with the noises you can make. It’s the only thing that keeps him calm when he does his exercises, and you have to be in the room during his appointments.

“Thank you.” You tell Abby honestly and she kisses your forehead.

You’re still nervous when you go to see Niki the next day, but Abby just tells you to be safe and call her if you need her, and that she can pick you up if you want her to. You’re not sure, and you tell her that, and that you will text her if you change your mind. It’s scary, to put a boundary, but Abby just kisses your cheek and tells you to have fun.

“You look so happy.” Niki tells you after you caught up on mundane news and gossip.

“I’m actually dating someone.” You confess and Niki's mouth hangs open in a dramatic shock.

“Really? And how is it going? What’s her name? Do you have a picture?”

“Her name is Abby. We work together, and she is amazing.” You giggle and show Niki one of the pictures you took together when you were fooling around at the clinic.

“Wow. She looks strong.” Niki winks and you get flustered. “I hope she treats you well.”

“I told her about Sandy. She has been very patient with my bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit.” Niki frowns, stubborn. “Sandy is a fucking psycho and she really hurt you.”

“Abby told me she can pick me up if I want her to, but I’m not sure. It’s hard to understand what is normal behaviour and what is not.” You admit and Niki squeezes your bicep, showing her support.

“Well, when we hung out while you were with Sandy, she texted you constantly and then showed up ten minutes later to drag you out of here.”

“It wasn’t like this at first.”

“No, at first she was just constantly texting you and asking you about stupid shit.” Niki says pointedly and eyes your phone that hasn't made a sound during the whole evening. "I think your girlfriend just cares about you. You know, like a decent person."

You end up texting Abby and asking her to come when you and Niki feel like it’s time to go home. Abby replies with a thumb up, and then 20 minutes later she enters the pub and smiles at you. You introduce Niki to Abby and they shake hands while you laugh at Niki’s face when she gets to experience a handshake with a PT.

“Are you ready to go or do you guys want to have some more time? I’ll wait.” Your heart feels swollen from feelings: Abby is so sweet you can’t help but nuzzle into her side. “I feel like this is the answer.” She chuckles and Niki coos at you two.

“Let’s go.” Niki smiles like a fox, happy to see you happy.

“Do you have a ride?” Abby asks Niki while she gives you her forearm to hold on to. “We can drop you off.”

“No, I called a taxi already.” She smiles and winks at you.

When you go outside Abby takes off her jacket and places it around you shoulders and you smile like a lovesick idiot. It’s not even this chilly, but Abby still thinks of your comfort.

When Niki is safe in her taxi, you both get inside Abby’s car as well.

“Did you have fun?”

“Yeah.” You smile.

“Good.”

The fights, as it turns out, are not scary or loud or violent - you’re baffled by the fact that Abby actually listens to you when you voice your concerns. You expect her to lash out or tell you you’re imagining things or that you’re making a villain out of her, but nothing like this happens. Abby has her own issues: she is very problem-solving focused and her first reaction is “how can I/we fix this”, and it hurts when you actually want her to comfort you, but you both learn how to deal with it. You honestly can’t even call them fights, they’re more like troubleshoots.

What is scary is that the first few times when you voice your problems and Abby reacts like a normal person, you bottle up your anxiety. You exhaust yourself with overthinking: is Abby going to leave you? Are you too much to handle? Are you being a burden? How long before your stupid whims will make Abby sick of you?

You can’t bear it. You see how patient Abby is with kids, how she pushes them just enough for them to progress and evolve, how kind she is, how she calls them “sirs” and “ma’ams” when they do something on their own, and all you can think is that you don’t deserve her. How amazing Abby is and how fucked up you are, and how much problems you cause.

You’re spiralling, and you know it, able to recognise your own insanity now, but you can’t stop it. But the one thing Dr. Spencer taught you is to speak up, and one day, when you’re at Abby’s place, you find your courage to speak up.

“Am I being too much?”

“Hm?” Abby is confused. She is often confused when your issues come out of nowhere. “What do you mean?”

“Will you break up with me because I ask for too much?” You ask quietly, really trying to ignore how your voice shakes because you’re on the verge of tears.

Abby stares at you for a second, but in the next she is hugging you. The dam inside you breaks and you sob into her chest, letting all anxiety go out.

“I will not leave you. I’m here. You don’t ask for too much, baby, you barely ask for anything. Ask for more, ask the world from me, okay? Ask for the most ridiculous shit, it’ll only make me love you more.” Abby murmurs and your sobs get louder. “Let it out, yeah, let it out. I love taking care of you, it’s my favourite thing in the world.”

“I’m just so scared.” You say into Abby’s chest as you cling to her. “I want to be deserving of you.”

“Baby, you’re deserving of me just by existing. You’re here and this alone makes me happy.”

Abby lets you cry it out and then brings you some water when you calm down. You are still vulnerable and anxious, but Abby cuddles you and talks to you to soothe you.

“Do you think I'm weak?” You ask her ten minutes later and Abby chuckles.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I don't think if I went through what you did I would ever let myself trust someone again. But you are brave. And you're so incredibly kind and thoughtful. The only weakness you have is probably sweets.” You both chuckle. “And I'm very angry that there's a person who dared to hurt you like this and put this bullshit into your head. Honestly, can you give me her address? I know exactly how to break her bones.”

“Can you promise to tell me if dealing with me gets tiring?”

“Of course.” Abby promises you genuinely, because she knows this moment might come - she is only human. But she knows that even when this moment comes, she will be by your side.

+ 1 nsfw

When you first have sex you're both very worked up and you cling to Abby impatiently, clawing at her shirt and her pants, not really sure what you want to be gone first. Abby thinks it's cute, how needy you are, and she tells you as much before she can think.

“Someone is needy, huh?” She teases you and expects you to get flustered, but instead you freeze and look at her, wide eyed and hurt.

“Sorry.” You say, ashamed, and Abby's heart breaks. She takes your face into her palms and looks into your eyes with such tenderness you have to look away.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like this. I like how enthusiastic you are. It makes me feel wanted.” Abby smirks and your cheeks heat up. “Is there… is there anything I need to be careful about?”

“I’m not really good at sex.” You admit. “I wasn't able to make my ex cum.” You don't tell Abby the whole story, you don't want to ruin the mood, but Sandy was never happy with your skills: she had to watch porn on her phone to get aroused when you topped. And she hated when you didn't do as she wanted when you bottomed and how needy and pathetic you were.

“Well. I don't trust your ex’s opinion since she is a piece of shit.” Abby smirks. “And sex it not about destination-”

“It’s about the journey, I know.” You chuckle. Dr. Spencer likes this saying so much. You take a breath and brace yourself: you know sex is not a place where you can hide something from Abby without hurting you both. Honesty is crucial in sex. “I don't think I can undress fully. Can I leave my shirt on?”

“Of course. Can I- can I still touch you under it? I really wanna feel how soft your tits are.”

You hide your face in embarrassment and giggle. You nod and Abby kisses your cheek.

“If you don't enjoy something, tell me, yeah? And if you want we can really make your ex look stupid.”

“How?”

“With you I really don't need much to cum. One stroke wonder if you will.”

You snort and hit Abby's shoulder.

“You're horrible.”

Abby grins and kisses you. You do make Sandy look stupid that night, when Abby's thighs close around your head and she cums on your face so hard your ears start to ring.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson

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amongemeraldclouds · 8 days

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But Daddy I Love Him

Mattheo and the Slytherin boys rescue you from your father who held you captive one day before your wedding.

Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader ft. The Slytherin Boys

Warning: fluff, one use of y/n, cursing, the boys being chaotic. Inspired by the Taylor Swift song with the same title.

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“Can’t this bloody car go any faster?” Mattheo asked gripping the leather seats, straining against his seatbelt as if he could steer the car faster out of sheer will.

Draco scoffed, “it’s the latest model of flying cars, of course it can. The car is not the problem.” He was insulted that Mattheo would even question the calibre of cars they kept at the Malfoy Manor. They borrowed it from his father without asking, but he didn’t think he would mind.

“We already went over this,” Theo grit his teeth, trying to hold on to the last dregs of his patience. He drove the car over the roofs of buildings and clouds blurred past them. He was going as fast as he could without compromising their safety. “If we let you behind the wheel, you will drive us all straight to a tree. You can’t have a wedding if your corpse is busy rotting in a tree, huh?”

“I’m not some foolish Gryffindor who would do that!” Mattheo argued.

Blaise sucked in his breath, tired of having to play peacekeeper. “Arguing would not get us to her any faster, okay Matty? When has Theo ever let you down?”

Lorenzo chimed in, also eager to diffuse the tension. “What’s next, mate? You just roused us all out of bed to rescue your girl the night before your wedding, what happens when we get there?”

Mattheo narrowed his eyes, “I only roused Theo then Draco offered his father’s car when he overheard us. The rest of you tossers invited yourselves.”

“That’s besides the point,” Enzo continued knowing Mattheo would do the same for any of them if they ever needed help. “What’s your genius plan?”

“When we’re close enough to the estate, I’ll signal y/n. She says she has a plan to escape and we’ll swoop in as the getaway driver.”

“Sounds simple enough when you say it like that,” Enzo mused.

“But daddy I love him!” You declared, losing track of how many times you’ve had to defend your fiancé to your father.

“He’s the Dark Lord’s son-” he begins, his favorite line whenever he tried another argument to dissuade you from you marriage plans.

“Father, I’m having his baby!” You spat out, tired of his same old lines. That shut his mouth.

Your news drained the color from his face as he opened his mouth again to say something and closed it. This was going to bring shame to the family name. He was too stunned to speak.

You tried to hold it in, but burst out laughing. Your father was a man hardened by business and the ways of the world. He was not easily shaken so this reaction was priceless.

“Oh father!” You held your stomach to control your laughter. “You should see your face! I was just joking! See, there are worse things that could happen? Father, I promise this is not as bad as you think. He is nothing like the Dark Lord. He’s doing his best to be better than him.”

Your father mumbled incoherently as if holding back a string of curses. “Dear child, you will send me to my funeral! These white hairs will turn even whiter than snow.”

“Please,” you approached him, holding his hand. Trying to appeal to his affections, the way you did when you asked for a pony when you were younger. “He’s the one I want, if you could just give him a chance and get to know him.” “What about our family name? It will put us to ruin, think about us,” he responds coldly.

“I’m taking his last name, father. You won’t have to worry about that. My name is mine to do with as I please.” You were losing hope, nothing was getting through to him. You just needed to wait for the signal.

As if you summoned it by your thoughts, you saw a light flash three times and you grabbed your wand from a hidden compartment in your dress. That’s on your father for underestimating you, he couldn’t just lock you in - you were no longer his little girl. You saw the car approach the window and withdrew the wand.

“Well father, I wish you would come around. Come to the wedding tomorrow in peace, the cake is fantastic,” you bid him goodbye with those words and you cast an explosion with your wand, bricks flying and dust spraying through the air. You took one last look at your father as he stood to catch you, but you moved faster.

From the clearing that once formed the east wing of your father’s mansion, you grinned at Mattheo and your friends.

“That’s your escape plan?” Blaise broke through the silence when the car was near enough.

At the same time, Mattheo cheered, “that’s my girl!”

You shrugged, running towards them and taking Mattheo’s hand. You sat on his lap in the front seat of the car as there was no other vacant seat. But you could hardly complain at the chance to snuggle with him.

“It worked, didn’t it?” You simply said as Theo drove you away from the mansion.

Theo just chuckled and shook his head, “you two are really meant for each other.”

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A/N: I was listening to TTPD when this whole scene came to mind. It’s the fastest I've written and uploaded a fic so far.

#mattheo riddle fluff #slytherin boys #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x you #amongemeraldcloudswrites #theodore nott #draco malfoy #lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire #blaise zabini #ttpd #ts ttpd

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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for remus' roommate x sirius maybe their first fight?? and sirius comes groveling to the apartment and remus is just like you fucked up man

Thanks for requesting! Unsure how this ended up being lowkey wolfstar but y'know what we're rolling with it

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

modern au

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Remus opens the front door, sees Sirius on the other side, and promptly shuts it in his face.

Or he would, if Sirius weren’t so quick about wedging his shoe in the crack. The door closes on his toe unkindly.

“Ow! Moony, what if I was here to see you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Remus says primly. “We’re not speaking to you.”

“We?” Sirius sputters, trying to get his knee in the door to further wedge it open. “What’d I do to you?”

Remus ceases trying to close the door, but won’t let it move an inch in Sirius’ direction. “Don’t. We both know what you did.”

“I didn’t think it’d be that bad!”

“Guess you should have thought harder.” Remus shrugs indifferently, before giving Sirius’ knee a shove with the butt of his palm. Sirius reels, and Remus doesn’t wait to see if he hits the pavement before shutting the door and bolting it. He turns to find your head peeking out from your room down the hall.

“It’s him?” you ask quietly, as if afraid he’ll hear you. Which he most certainly can’t, not over the pounding he’s begun on your front door.

“Remus!” He’s shouting loud enough that Remus knows he’ll be hearing from the neighbors, but he doesn’t care. “Remus, let me in!”

“Yeah,” Remus answers unnecessarily. “It’s him.” You chew on your lip, and Remus’ heart turns heavy and made of mush. “Want me to get him to go away, love? I can take him back to his place.”

Your chewing worsens. Remus worries you’re going to tear the skin off your bottom lip. “I don’t want it to be a big deal,” you say, unsure. “God, I’m really sorry I let this happen. I never meant to make things weird between you and your friend.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Remus says, and he means it. He and Sirius will get past this eventually, no matter what happens between you, but for now, he’s alright with letting Sirius sit with the consequences of his fuckup. “Listen, I’m sure Sirius wants to talk, but he’ll leave if I tell him that’s what you want. Do you want me to tell him?”

You think for a second, then swallow. “No. No, I’d better talk to him. Thanks, though, Remus.”

Remus nods, your thanks far from necessary. “I’ll be in my room, then.”

You give him a grateful smile, strained as it is, before you head in opposite directions down the hall.

Remus hears the door open, and despite every nosy urge in him, he puts his headphones on before he can catch even the beginning of your conversation. He spends the next hour trying to study while actually just glancing toward the hall every five minutes, waiting to see if you’ll come talk to him. When the knock sounds on his door he all but hops up, a bit too eager, perhaps, to be updated on what’s happened. But when he opens the door, it’s not you on the other side.

“Oh,” he says to Sirius, deadpan. “You’re still here.”

“Always happy to see you too, Moons.” Sirius lets himself into Remus’ room, sitting on his bed. He’s trying to look relaxed, leaning back on his hands with his ankles crossed in front of him, but Remus can see the tension in him. His hair is fluffy like he’s been running his hands through it, and half the polish has been chipped off his nails. “Listen, Y/N’s forgiven me, so do you think you could too?”

Remus isn’t surprised; Sirius is charming, and you seem to really like him. He obviously really likes you too, which helps. Still, Remus has to consider it for a while. “Fine,” he decides. “But I’m not going to refrain from saying I told you so. You were an idiot.”

Sirius sighs, both relief and resignation in the sound. He lies back on Remus’ bed, hands resting on his stomach where they fiddle with his rings. “I was an idiot,” he admits.

“I told you it was too early to do pranks.”

“You told me.”

“Even James told you, which is how you know you were being extra thick.”

“I know.” Sirius brings a hand to his face, eyes squeezing closed as he pinches the top of his nose. “She said it’s alright, but I’m going to spend forever trying to make it up to her.”

“Good,” Remus says, sitting down beside him. He looks down the hallway, noting your closed door and the light that seeps through the crack beneath it. You’ve left them alone so Sirius could make his amends with his friend. You’re a sweetheart that way. Sirius can be a sweetheart too, but it takes a tender hand to bring it out of him. From what Remus can tell, you bring it out. When he next speaks, his voice is a bit softened. “She’s bolder when she’s around you, but that’s really the only time I really see her acting like that. She’s usually quite shy. You embarrassed her, Pads.”

“I know,” Sirius says again with a sigh. “I guess I just thought…” he cuts a wary look towards his friend. “Alright, don’t give me shit for this, but I thought I knew her better.”

“I am going to give you shit,” Remus decides. “You’re a prick for thinking that, and you should know it.”

Sirius groans. “I know it.”

Remus hums. “So how’re you gonna make it up to her?”

A sigh. “It’s gonna take awhile.” Remus nods, pleased that he’s at least bright enough to be aware of that. “I was planning on starting tonight. Do you know where she gets those pastries she likes from?”

Remus eyes him. “I do. But there’ll be a tax.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sirius says, rolling his eyes. “You’re covered, I’ve already got a pain au chocolat on my list. If she lets me, can I stay here tonight?”

Remus arches a brow. “You’re laying it on a bit thick. Think she’ll want you here?”

“I don’t know yet,” Sirius shrugs, and guilt hits Remus like a truck at the look on his friend’s face.

He keeps his tone as nonchalant as he can when he says, “Fine. If she lets you, you can stay. Just—” he grimaces “—nothing while I’m home, please.”

Sirius makes a face, and Remus scoffs.

“Oh, please, as if you’re so far above that. We used to be roommates too, don’t forget.” Sirius’ grin turns sheepish, and Remus rolls his eyes. “The bakery’s at the end of the block. They close soon, so hurry.”

“Thanks!” Sirius says, already halfway down the hall. He grabs his jacket from across the back of the couch and is gone.

Not five seconds pass before you’re peeking out of your room again. “Was that him leaving just now?”

“Yeah,” Remus answers you.

“Do you…do you know if he’s coming back?”

You’re all quiet hope, timid in Sirius’ absence but already lighter than you had been when Remus had last seen you. He smiles. “Yeah, he’s coming back. I don’t think we’ll be able to get rid of him for a while.”

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Mwah!

Summary: You hang out with Wally and realize the poor guy doesn't know how to kiss.

Contents: Tooth-rotting fluff, short one-shot Wally x GN!Reader

A/N: I haven't written in a bit and I needed to get this idea out my head. Wally not knowing how to kiss gives me cute-aggression.

Wally had insisted on taking you to this large apple tree in the meadow. You glance over it, thinking that it was indeed a great place for reading or napping in the sun. You lay down the blanket and get comfortable sitting next to Wally in the shade. The two of you had been spending more time together and you found yourself developing feelings for him. For the moment you had decided to keep those feelings to yourself, not sure of how Wally would react.

You were excited to continue the book that you had been reading to Wally for the last few hang outs. As you read aloud you feel a nervous energy coming from Wally. He can’t seem to get comfortable, shifting around constantly.

You see out the corner of your eye, Wally’s face coming closer. You feel your face flush as this moment you were waiting for is finally happening. Suddenly you feel Wally’s face collide with your cheek, he pulls back with a “Mwah!”

You freeze for a moment, confused by the sudden bonk on the face.

“Wally, what…was that?”

“A kiss, silly!”

You’re not sure if you should be blushing or laughing, you feel like doing both. “Wally that is…not…a kiss,” you say hesitantly, you didn’t want to embarrass him. “Oh?! Then how does a kiss work?” Wally says as his face lights up in curiosity. You start to wonder if he can even feel embarrassment. You certainly can though as you feel a blush creep up your cheeks while you think through how to explain to Wally how kissing works. You try to quickly push through an explanation to Wally, he seems eager to learn but you’re not sure if he understood a single thing you said. You finally accept that you would have to show him. “Here Wally, like this…” you say as you lean in, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Wally’s eyes fly open and you swear you saw his pupils get massively larger for a second.

“Oh, neighbor, that was amazing! Does that mean we’re together now?”

“Wait what?....What?” You feel your brain become overwhelmed, so many questions and revelations happening so quickly.

“You know since we kissed and all. I thought that’s how people in a relationship act? Eddie and Frank kiss all the time.”

“I mean they do Wally but, they kiss on the lips? That’s more of a romantic thing and that was a kiss on the cheek I wasn’t sure what…” you find yourself rambling. You then realize that Wally has repositioned himself kneeling in front you. You start to question him when he springs forward, colliding with you at such force that you fall back a bit, catching yourself with your forearms behind you. You’re surprised at how quickly Wally has learned as his lips press against yours, this time in an actual kiss. You feel his lips and the weight of him leaning on you lift as he sits back. “How was that?” he asks. “That was…perfect, Wally,” you say as your face turns pink.

“So we’re together now, right?”

“Wally was this whole thing a way to ask me out?”

“It was, neighbor! I asked Barnaby for some tips but I came up with most of the plan on my own.”

You giggle to yourself, of course he did. You reach over and grab his hand, you notice a light blush on Wally’s face.

“So does this mean I can kiss you whenever I want, neighbor?”

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#wally darling x reader #welcome home #wally darling #tooth rotting fluff #welcome home fanfic #wally darling x you #welcome home x reader

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step bro rafe who plays football or hockey. idk it just seems hot🙏

Number One Fan

I’m gonna combine this with this request: Something with step bro rafe where the reader calls him rafey and it turns him on but she doesn’t know…

(This can be read as a continuation of my previous step bro!Rafe fic, but i’m not sure if I want to make a bunch of drabbles or one connected narrative so we’ll see what happpens ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Warnings: drinking, relationship between step siblings, rafe is having unpure thoughts👀

The stadium was packed with college students and fans, roaring as the whistle blew.

You were close to the field, eager to get a good view of Rafe. He was the star quarterback of East Carolina University, and for good reason.

He had led the team to victory in all 10 of their last games.

The score was evened out, with only a few seconds left on the clock, everyone was eager to see what would happen next.

When the whistle blew again and the ball was passed to Rafe, you cheered loudly.

He dodged two players, dancing around them before running all the way to the endzone.

Everyone on the crowded bleachers jumped to their feet, cheering and screaming at the touchdown, but no one was louder than you.

“Go Rafe! Go!! Woo!!!”

You beamed proudly as you watched him pump his fist in the air, fist bumping his teammates as they congratulated him.

You were one of the first people to rush to the field, running up to your older brother and practically jumping on him in your excitement to hug him.

“Oh my god, Rafey! That was such a good game!” You squealed. “You were awesome! That last touchdown was amazing!”

Rafe flashed you a grin, perfect teeth winking in under the bright lights of the stadium. “Thanks, Y/N/N. You know I win every game just for you,” he joked and you giggled along.

“Hey, some of my teammates and I are gonna go out for drinks after we get cleaned up, wanna tag along?”

“Sure!” You smiled up at him. You were always happy when he included you in things he was doing, which admittedly was a lot of the time.

“Perfect, sugar. Here are my keys,” he tossed you them. “Why don’t you bring the truck around to where the locker room exit is, you can wait in there till I’m done. Okay?”

“Yeah! Sounds good!” You parted ways, heading to the truck but you didn’t notice how his gaze stayed on your back as you walked away.

~~~~~~

“That’s a pretty hot piece of ass you had hanging around you, Cameron,” one of Rafe’s friends joked, suggestively nudging the blond with his elbow.

“Shut up, Wilson,” Rafe snapped. His stomach lurched at the comment. He didn’t like the idea of any of his friends trying to sleep with you.

In fact, he didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to sleep with you. The very thought made him sick.

“Hey, I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind if she came around more, amiright?” Wilson asked the other guys around him that had seen you and they all laughed and nodded.

“Knock it off, seriously,” Rafe warned. “She’s not interested.” He could feel his irritation rising, his face heating up.

“Damn okay Cameron, chill. We were just joking,” someone else interjected.

“Well I’m not fucking laughing.” He pulled on his shirt before slamming the locker door. “I don’t think I’m gonna go out tonight anymore. See ya at practice.”

A few guys complained, “come on Rafe, we didn’t mean anything by it.”

But he was already halfway out the door.

~~~~~~

“Change of plans,” Rafe said as he climbed into the driver’s seat and you clicked your buckle.

You looked at him inquisitively. “Oh?”

“We’re gonna go out, just the two of us. None of the guys.” He started the truck, pulling out of the parking lot and towards the road.

“Oh, okay.” You said in a confused tone. “Why are they not coming?”

He was silent for a moment and you glanced at him again.

“Rafey?”

“I just decided that I’d rather go out with my favorite girl instead,” he said with a smile, ruffling your hair and you grinned.

“Oh, okay!” You said happily. “Ooh could we go to this bar that I know, it’s on Seventh street.” You babbled away about the bar you wanted to go to.

Rafe shifted in his seat, trying as hard as possible to hide his growing erection, nodding along but he was finding it hard to pay attention to anything you were saying, attention shifting between watching the road, and turning to examine your features.

He pulled up to the bar and you hopped out of the car. You both showed your ID’s at the door and found a booth to sit at, Rafe pulling you in to the same side he was on so you could be closer.

A waiter came to get your drink orders, you got a fruity cocktail and Rafe got a beer, and Rafe ordered a plate of loaded nachos for you to share.

Your drinks came quickly and you offered Rafe a sip of your cocktail, which he took before offering you a sip of his beer.

You took a quick swig, face scrunching up at the flavor. “Bleh, I still have no idea how you like beer so much, Rafey!” You giggled, leaning against him in the small booth, his arm wrapped around your waist.

“You get used to it if you drink enough, Y/N/N.” The blond laughed, grabbing a nacho off of the plate in between the two of you.

“I just think it’s so gross,” you shook your head, smiling.

“Please, you’re one to talk. I still remember that time you tried to make mixed drinks for us at that party and they sucked so bad I nearly threw up.” He chuckled.

“Shut up! I got better afterwards!” You laughed hard at the memory. “So mean, Rafey,” you said with a fake pout.

“Not true, I’m always nice to you, Y/N/N,” Rafe sounded surprisingly earnest. “You know I would do anything for you.”

“I know, I know,” you finished your cocktail, catching the waiter’s eye before ordering a second.

You leaned back, melting into your step brother’s arms.

“You’re my favorite person in the whole world,” Rafe whispered quietly. “You know that, right?”

There was a strange moment when you met his eyes, odd feelings washed over you. The intensity in his look stirred something in you that you couldn’t identify.

“Yeah I know, Rafey. You’re my favorite person too.”

He smiled at that, pulling you closer to his warm body. You cuddled against his chest, enjoying the circles he was tracing lazily into your back with his fingers.

Your second drink arrived and you downed it quickly, feeling a little beyond tipsy by the time the two of you stepped out of the bar.

He drove you home, comfortable silence most of the way. You felt warm and the alcohol in your system made you feel much more affectionate.

Rafe opened the front door of the house for you, allowing you to lean on him drunkenly as he guided you inside.

When you reached the top of the stairs, you paused, not wanting to go to bed alone.

“Would it be okay if I slept in your bed tonight, Rafey?” You asked, looking up at your step brother with hopeful eyes. “I just feel more comfortable when you’re by me.”

“Sure, Y/N/N.” Rafe smiled at you, leading you to his room.

You kicked off your shoes, taking your shorts off before dropping them on the floor. “Do you have a shirt I could wear, Rafey?”

His eyes fell on you, noting your bare legs and the pink panties you had under your shorts. His mouth felt dry, and it took him a second to remember you had just asked him a question.

“Um, yeah I should have one…” he searched in a drawer, before tossing you the oversized shirt.

You pulled it on, unclipping your bra underneath the shirt before putting it with your shorts and top.

Rafe kicked off his shorts, stripping to his boxers before pulling his shirt off over his head. He stepped towards his door, flicking the lights off.

You crawled into his bed, breathing in his smell in the sheets, scooting over when he followed.

Usually when you slept in Rafe’s bed, you were the one who pressed to him, hugging his back as he faced away from you, but this time, you were surprised when you felt the warmth of his chest press to your back, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

As you dozed off to sleep, you were none the wiser that your step brother was beside you, hard as a rock, and imagining things that were far from brotherly.

#rafe cameron #outer banks #dark!rafe cameron #dark rafe cameron #obx #drew starkey #rafe cameron fanfic #stepbro!rafe #stepbro!rafe cameron #number one fan

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draeisgrayte · 1 year

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Next Time | Satoru Gojo x Y/N

Synopsis: Satoru Gojo asks you to attend a birthday party with him and as his best friend you decide to go with him. Little do you know what a little bit of jealousy and courage can do to a person.

Warnings/contains: cussing, drinking, kissing, lusting, crush on Gojo, pretty boy Gojo, dominating and then pleasure top Gojo, mature content {oral sex (male receiving), fingering, masturbation, climaxing together, vaginal sex, biting, scratching}

Word Count: 5.2K

a/n: I feel like Gojo possessed me to write this and then I turned him from playboy to practically prince charming. Maybe that’ll teach him not to be so arrogant ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The air was frigid against your bare legs. You couldn’t believe Satoru had convinced you to wear such a dress for tonight. However, he did promise to buy you some beef if you attended the party with him. It’s not like you’d do anything for food, but rather anything for good food. You didn’t mind the thought of spending Satoru’s money either.

What were you going to do by yourself in the corner? Satoru Gojo was an heir to a wealthy corporation, part of the high life. You just so happened to befriend him when he was slightly smaller, not as arrogant, and way cuter. Your eyes wander over to his tall stature, taking in the way the black silk-collared shirt billowed out around his abdomen. The shirt tightened around his muscular arms, almost hiding the expensive watch around his wrist. Your eyes trail back up his arm and admire how the deep-cut neckline exposed just enough of his chest to make you wonder what he’d look like without the shirt. He had tucked it into a pair of nice black dress pants that elongated his already mile-long legs. A simple pair of dress shoes finished up the outfit that honestly could buy you a nice apartment.

“What’cha lookin’ at bug?” His smooth voice fills your ears and your eyes dart up to meet his electric blue ones. Were you checking him out? Did he notice? Fuck. You put an innocent smile on your lips and turn away from him.

“Just wondering if there should ever be a budget put on beef. I mean, should we try to limit such a majestic thing?” You can feel the laugh before it slips out of his mouth. It twangs against your ears and you can’t help that your eyes are drawn to the sight of it. His white hair falls into his face and he runs a hand through it, a smile dawning on his lips once he’s done laughing.

“Well, with the favor you’re doing me tonight, I’m thinking about taking you straight to the cow farm.” Your brows furrow to look at him. Ah, this was your chance to tease him.

“Was that a fat joke?” You feign offense and gasp. Satoru moves closer to you and places a warm hand on the exposed part of your shoulder. His eyes flit around all of you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you nervous. Sure, he was arrogant, stupid, and really annoying, but he also appeared in your dreams commanding you to do things to yourself. You bite your lip and look into his eyes.

“Nope, just thought you’d want to see all the families you're separating. You’re basically the tyrant ruler to those poor cows.” Gojo pouts and then spins you around. You don’t have time to react before he’s leaning against you. “But don’t worry, I’m your evil sidekick. Anything you wish, it’s my command.”

You wish you could see his face right now, but feeling his breath against your neck is enough to send shivers down your spine. Your breath feels like it’s sputtering to a stop as he returns to your side. You don’t dare look at him, because you know if you did he’d surely see the blush spreading on your cheeks.

“Yeah… it’s good you know who’s in charge here.” You mutter, more eager than before to get the night done with.

“Well, madame, we’re here.” You look up to find a tall building with lights shooting into the sky from the roof. Regret shoots into your veins. You’d be left all alone up there watching Gojo get hit on and possibly accepting the advances. He was incredibly popular, too popular. It was annoying. He could probably sense your hesitation, he was good at reading what you were thinking. “You sure you still want to do this?” He moves to stand in front of you, between your body and the building, almost like he was trying to block it from your view. You blink up at him, unaware of how close he actually was. You could smell his expensive cologne distinctly now. You could feel the warmth from his body radiating like small tendrils toward you. He oozed wealth and lust, something you could never live up to. That’s why he only appeared in your dreams and not on your doorstep.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” You laugh off your anxieties, the pressure of going to a party where you only knew one person weighing on your shoulders. It’s then that Satoru does something unexpected, he reaches down to grab your hand.

“Just stay by my side, I’ll make sure you’re not left alone.” Your eyes widen at the way his touch made your chest heave, butterflies erupting in your stomach and rising to your throat. Suddenly you feel stupid for thinking Satoru would leave you behind. He was well aware of how you felt in big crowds, especially around people you didn’t know. He was your friend, after all, he cared about you.

“I’m depending on you Satoru.” You whisper, daring to look into his eyes as you say those words. A flicker of emotion passes through his eyes and his grip on your hand tightens. You both walk into the immense building and you find a pristine interior, one built specifically for the wealthy to see. The floors were white marble with gold swirls in them and clean enough that you could see a blurry reflection of Satoru and yourself. Off to the far right, down some stairs was a long desk with beautiful women standing behind it. They had smiles plastered on their face and rosy cheeks from spotting Satoru. Plants decorated the empty spaces of the main floor and brought a sort of colorful life into the building.

“Welcome to Versailles! The hotel of your dreams! What can we do for the both of you?” One of the women with dark long hair chirps. So it’s a hotel? What’s with the name? Makes it sound too grand for you to be standing with this man holding your hand.

“We’re here for the gathering in the penthouse,” Satoru says with that charming smile of his. One of the other workers nearly melt at the sight. You know the feeling all too well.

“Ah, of course! And will you be staying the night for the premium breakfast? There will be an array of pastries, American breakfast items, beef-”

“Yes.” You interrupt and Satoru glances at you with slightly wide eyes but a grin brings up the corners of his mouth. The woman looks at you for the first time, taking in your short black dress that leaves little to the imagination. It hugs your curves, round belly, hip dips, and pudgy waist. It also wrapped around your breasts in a way that made them perk up into what could only be described as a heaving bosom. Only one of your arms had a sleeve, the other one was bare. The dress stopped short just above your knees and to top off this experience you’d somehow slipped some black strappy heels on your feet.

“Alright, what shall I right down for the names?” The woman’s eyes stay on you for a beat before looking back to Satoru. He’s about to reply but something in you snaps. What was so wrong with a woman, who on multiple occasions had compared herself to a generously stuffed dumpling, being with a man like Satoru Gojo?

“Satoru and y/n Gojo.” You reply with a gracious smile, snaking your arm around Satoru’s. You can feel him tense slightly under your touch. You’re not exactly sure if it’s from your touch or the fact that you just pretended to be his wife. The woman has a strained smile on her face as she types something on the computer and gestures for us to take the penthouse grand elevator.

Once you’re both in the elevator you let go of Satoru, a shaky breath slipping out of your mouth. It doesn’t help that there's a reflective surface on every part of this damn elevator so it’s not like you could avoid his pointed stare for long. You had about 100 floors to travel up after all. You press your lips into a thin line and brace for impact.

“I’m not sure why I said that. I think I was just upset that those women were looking at me like I didn’t belong there. Which I don’t. I’m not rich. I also don’t think they thought I was good-looking enough to even be breathing your air. I just snapped and now I feel like you hate me.” You spill out. Satoru closes the distance between you and grabs your arms to stop your rambling.

“I don’t hate you.” He mutters. You scoff.

“Good, because we’re husband and wife for the night.” You roll your eyes, happening to glance at his face as you do. His eyes are trained on you and this time you can tell exactly what emotion causes his eyes to darken.

Lust. Craving. He was hungry. It made you feel like all your desires were about to latch onto this one moment, but then the elevator dings. Fucking great timing you piece of shit elevator. Your stomach dips as Satoru takes your hand and leads you into the long hallway. It had the same vibe as downstairs, grand marble everything.

“Well Mrs. Gojo, what do you say to wishing a happy birthday and then going back to our room?” Satoru suddenly feels larger than you, towering over you with a presence not unlike a Siberian tiger about to catch an unsuspecting white-tailed doe. You know what he means, he wants to go back to the room you’d requested and…

“What exactly are we going to do in our room so early in the night?” You tease, moving in front of him so he has a better view of your body. You lean over, innocently showing your cleavage. “Are you going to show me how well a rich boy can fuck?” You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth as you say the last word. Satoru grabs hold of your chin and forces you to look up at him.

“Oh no y/n, you’re going to be showing me.” With that, he lets go of your chin and starts toward a glass door at the end of the hall. You squirm with anticipation as you watch him walk. Was this really happening? You’d never thought about Satoru and you actually fucking. It’d always been a fantasy to you. Something you dreamt about when you were alone with only yourself to feel pleasure. In your dreams, Gojo would watch you with those eyes and order you to show him how you pleasure yourself. “You coming?” Satoru questions from the door. You perk up and catch up to him.

“Yeah, hopefully fucking sooner than I think.” You mumble as you pass through the door and you’re instantly met with the smell of good food. Soft jazz music plays and from what you can see there are spotlights shining purple lights into the sky. Satoru scoops your hand up and guides you into the almost all-glass expansive room. There weren’t as many people as you imagined, only about 12 that you could count. The room you’d just walked into was large enough to host 200. The space that lacked people was filled with tables of food, which was practically begging you to walk towards it. Satoru bends down near your ear.

“I wouldn’t eat right now, I’ll make sure to fill you up.” You nearly choke on your next breath and look at him with wide eyes. He just smiles innocently and waves a hand toward the group of people. “What’s up, guys!? Long time no see.” He keeps your hand in his as he walks toward them. You notice a blonde man with sharp angles to his face, a black and white tie loosely around his neck. Then your eyes wander to a shorter woman with brown hair, she has a bored look on her face. Next to her is a tall man with silky long black hair. His eyes are so dark you can barely tell where he’s looking. Who were they? You’d known Satoru for over a decade, but yet you’d never met any of them. The feeling from before returns; jealousy.

“Never mind your dumbass, who is this beauty you have here?” The smaller woman approaches you, her eyes looking you up and down. Rather than downstairs where you felt like the women were judging you, it feels like she was complimenting you with her eyes. Satoru pulls you into his side, away from her.

“This is y/n.” He grumbles. Everyone’s eyes widen and you look up at Gojo.

“What? Why’d you say my name like that? Why is everyone looking at me?” He doesn’t answer, instead, the blonde-haired man lets out a loud laugh.

“You finally grow a pair Satoru?” The long black-haired man joins in with a bellow.

“He probably cried and made her feel bad. Look at his face. Oh my god, he totally begged her.” He points at Gojo and doubles over in laughter. You furrow your brows, more confused than when you heard they were putting bacon on donuts.

“Oh, I’m Shoko and those two idiots are Suguru and Nanami.” The woman-er…Shoko introduces. “I’m sorry I made Satoru drag you all the way to my birthday party. It’s pretty boring.” She glances behind her at the empty space and then leans toward you, putting up a hand to block her mouth from the crowd. “If I’m being honest, I really hate people but my parents insisted I have a get-together at their hotel.” She rolls her eyes and a small giggle escapes your mouth. Shoko was absolutely grand. Out of everything you’d seen tonight, she was the grandest. She hands you a glass and clinks it with her own. “Now if you’d excuse me, I’m going to try to forget I exist.” She then downs the contents of her glass and wanders toward the blonde man. You look at the glass and then do the same. Your eyes widen at the sudden sting of the liquor.

“Did you just down that?” Satoru questions, looking at you with a shocked expression. You nod once, already feeling a slight buzz from whatever you’d just drank. “y/n that was probably straight vodka, Shoko is literally a psycho.” You lean against him, feeling heavy all of the sudden. “We’re leaving.” He sighs. You start to shake your head.

“Nooooo, I don’t want to leave yet.” You groan into his shoulder. Satoru sighs loudly again, then leans down to your ear.

“If you keep pressing up against me like that I’m not going to be able to hold back.” He whispers gently in your ear. A shiver runs down your body and you dare to press into him again.

“What if I don’t want you to hold back?” Satoru sets down the glass he had in his hands and grabs your wrist.

“I’m going to take her to get some water!” He shouts toward the group, but no one really pays him any mind.

“I don’t want water.” You whine. Gojo and you go through the door and he quickly presses the button for the elevator.

“We’re not getting water.” He replies sternly, tapping his foot against the ground. You look at him with furrowed brows, swaying lightly.

“But you just said-”

“Y/n you’d better sober up because I’m about to start kissing you in the elevator and have you watch as I touch your body in the reflection. Then when we get to our room I want to take this stupid fucking dress off you.”

Ding!

You both step into the elevator and as you feel your heart start to pound Satoru turns you toward the mirror. Your eyes flit between your flushed face and Satoru’s nearing proximity. “I had a fantasy like this once.” You blurt out. Are you stupid? No. Drunk? Yup. Gojo halts his advances, peering into your eyes through the reflection.

“You…have fantasies about me?” He glances down but then meets your gaze again. You nod and swallow hard.

“There are ones where you tell me to pleasure myself.” Shut up, stop talking. “And you sit there, watching me with those eyes of yours, taking in the way I touch myself.” You breathe. He sucks in a breath and shuts his eyes.

Ding!

“Satoru? Are you-”

“y/n, get in the fucking room.” He growls. You sober up as he stalks toward the only door on this floor. He rips it open and then his mouth is on yours. Frantic kisses on your mouth, your jaw, your neck, and your collarbone. “You’re driving me crazy.” He groans between kisses. You let out a breathless moan as he continues. “Show me.” He stares into your eyes now. He couldn’t possibly mean… “I want to see.” You look behind him, past the small sitting room and into the bedroom with a king-sized bed. You look back into his eyes, a sudden burst of courage running through you.

“Gonna be honest, didn’t think I’d be getting my beef this early.” You tease. Satoru lets out a low laugh and watches as you walk toward the bed. You plop yourself down and spread your legs. His eyes are intently watching as you lift your leg up on the bed to get a better angle. What were you doing? Is this really going to happen? You push your underwear to the side and Satoru is instantly closing the door behind him. He sits in an armchair, crossing one long leg over the other and leaning back with his dark eyes set on what you were doing with your fingers. You push your fingers inside your throbbing pussy and let out a stifled moan. Satoru doesn’t say anything, just sits there and watches you work yourself into a frenzy. You roll your lips under your teeth and push against your clit where you like it. Your breath hitches as the growing build of pleasure begs to explode in the pit of your stomach. You roll your head back and start to flutter around your own fingers. A strangled noise escapes your lips as you start to see stars. As you crest into your orgasm you feel utter bliss. Satoru Gojo was watching you cum all over your fingers. He requested you do this.

“Y/n.” He finally breaks his silence and brings his legs down to rest his elbows against them. “Get on your knees. I want that pretty mouth of yours around my cock.” His voice is low and commanding, it sends a thrill of excitement through your stomach. You stand from the bed and complete the short walk to where he sits, watching you with sinful eyes. His eyes sink to where your hand was seconds ago. His cock is strained against his pants and you’re eager to finally find out how big he actually was. You sink to your knees and look up at him through your lashes, loving the way his eyes burn into yours.

“Did you enjoy the show?” You purr, placing yourself in between his knees. Gojo leans back and studies your face. Despite the pure adrenaline coursing through your veins, his gaze makes you squirm like a child being scolded.

“I’d enjoy that slutty mouth of yours moaning around my cock, making you whimper my name like the needy little whore you are. I can tell how badly you want me to fuck you, just by the way you softly said my name while you masturbated in front of me.” He smirks and leans forward, grabbing your chin in the process. He roughly kisses you and bites your bottom lip. He leaves you breathless and yearning for more attention. “Look at the state of you. You’re practically begging me to let you suck me off. Don’t worry little bug, I’ll give you what you want.” He husks, moving his long fingers to unbuckle his belt. You feel the heat of desire rush through you as you reach out to stop his hands.

“Please, I want to do it.” You almost whimper. Gojo seems satisfied with this idea and leans back into the chair. You slide the belt out of the loops of his pants and toss it to the side. His pants unclasp and zip open in a smooth motion. Underneath he wears black boxers, but you run your tongue over your lips when you notice how massive his bulge is. You’d sucked dick before, but nothing this big. You tug on the hem of the boxers and his dick springs forth, nearly hitting his abdomen. Honestly, it reminded you of a fucked up jack in the box. Satoru gazes at you awed by his thick cock. Of course, his cock was as pretty as he was. Pale skin aching for you to take it in your mouth. So you do, mouthing at the tip before sinking down his length. A stuttered breath escapes his lips and it only encourages you to do your best. You use your hand to work what your mouth can’t reach, swirling your tongue around what is in your mouth.

“Fucking Jesus Christ, fuck, yes, oh my god y/n.” Satoru suddenly has the palm of his hand covering the back of your head. You glance up to find his eyes blazing as he examines what you’re doing. He bites down on his lip as a low groan rumbles in his chest. “Just like that princess, fuck you’re such a good fucking slutty whore. Fuck.” A vein in his neck strains as his head flops back. It’s then that he pushes your head down on his cock. He hits the back of your throat easily and you choke on the sudden lack of air. You feel light-headed but the way Satoru is whimpering as you continue to apply suction to him is making you slick with anticipation. His legs start to shake. “Come on y/n, make me cum, yes, you fucking slut. God, you’re so fucking good at that.” He growls, stuttering breaths heaving from his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut and you feel the warmth of his cum fill your mouth. He keeps your head down on his cock as he rides out his crest. When his hand finally moves from your head you slide off his length. You cough lightly, his cum still on your tongue and in the back of your throat. It’s not like you minded swallowing his cum, he tasted like the cream filling of a pastry. He surveys as you lick your lips of him, swallowing what you can. You look up at Satoru, hungry for him to be inside you.

“Satoru I want you to fuck me.” Is all you can manage to mewl out, too high from the way Gojo came whimpering your name. His eyes track the movement of your face.

“Take off the dress.” He demands softly. You get to your feet, knees aching. You pull the stretchy dress off your arm and then down your body. Your breasts allow gravity to pull them against your chest and when you pass your panties you pull them off with the dress. You nearly stumble as you step out of it, the heel of your shoes catching on the fabric. You bend over the unlatch the clasp on both of your shoes, slipping out of them. This makes you a foot or so shorter, which gives Satoru all the more reason to remind you how tall he is. He pulls his shirt over his head, slightly messing his hair. It made him look disheveled and even more lustful. Your eyes drop to the way his abdomen ripples with muscles strong enough to lift a heavy weight. You wonder if he could lift you up. Satoru takes his pants off the rest of the way next, exposing his thick thighs. God, he was sexy everywhere on his body. He looks up at you when he’s finished undressing, his eyes racking all over your body. He closes the distance between the two of you and caresses your cheek. “You are… so beautiful. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that y/n.” He looks between your bodies. Your heart throbs. Was this going to be a one-time thing for him? You don’t know if this is such a good idea. Granted you should’ve thought about that before you masturbated in front of him and then sucked him off.

“You haven’t…” You avoid his eyes, scared that somehow he’ll be able to read your thoughts.

“What an idiot I’ve been.” He slides his hand to the back of your neck and brings you closer to his face.

“I won’t let a day pass by where I don’t remind you how your beauty is what makes me the wealthiest man on Earth.” He whispers ever so gently then brings your lips together. This kiss is different than the last few you’ve had with Satoru. The desperation is still there, but instead of frantic, it’s more of a longing feeling. His lips work with yours in a beautiful tandem. His words echo in the back of your head as he moves his kisses to your neck. You can’t help but to moan as he sucks on the soft skin of your neck. He licks at the swollen marks he leaves and you can feel just how turned on he is. “Is it okay for me to mark you up?” His beautiful blue eyes look up at you through his lashes, almost innocently asking a question. Gone is the lust but replaces by tender desire.

“Yes.” You whisper with a light moan. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.” Something in Satoru snaps and he backs you up until the back of your knees hit the bed. You plop into the soft mattress with a slight gasp. Gojo stands before you, peering down at you, scanning your body. You allow yourself to enjoy the view as well, how every inch of his body seems to be sculpted from the marble on the floor.

“Are you okay with this?” He questions, breaking the silence. You blink up at him, meeting his gaze.

“Yes, Satoru, I want you.”

His body is suddenly on yours, hands exploring every inch he can find. Your eyes flutter shut as pure bliss takes over your body. He nips at your neck and lowers his mouth to your nipple. He swirls his tongue around your swollen nub, causing a stifled moan to slip out of your mouth. He looks up at you from your breasts.

“Be as loud as you want y/n. I want you to be honest with yourself.” He then brings his mouth around your breast to suck on the soft skin. A red splotch appears when he’s done. You feel like you’re in a daze, watching through tinted eyes as Satoru massages your other breast with his massive hands. A whimper escapes your throat and he smiles against the nipple he’s sucking on. He pinches your nipple and you squirm from the pleasure blossoming in your chest.

“Satoru,” You gasp. His eyes slowly roll up your body to meet your gaze.

“Yes, princess?” He coos. You flutter your eyes closed as his hand dips to your throbbing cunt. His fingers hook into your slit and you buck against the movement.

“P-please.” You sputter out. Gojo works his fingers against your clit and you start to squirm. “I want something bigger.” You manage to mutter out. Satoru smirks and wiggles his fingers inside you. The friction makes you whimper.

“I did tell you your wish is my command.” He laughs and brings the fingers that were just inside you to his mouth. He maintains eye contact as he licks them clean. He backs off the bed and pulls you to the edge, enticing a tiny squeak from you. He bends down to fumble with his pants until he produces a square purple package. He bites off the corner and opens up the condom. He rolls it onto his cock, which honestly seemed bigger than before. You watch as he lines himself up at your entrance and sinks into you. Your eyes widen as he fills you up, a sputtering gasp coming from Satoru’s lips. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking wet. You feel so good.” He rasps. He starts to push in deeper and you bite your lip at the pressure.

“Me too. I feel good too.” You mewl out. Satoru leans over and presses his lips to yours, a gentle kiss. You hook your legs around his waist, bringing him deeper inside you. You dig your nails into his back and Satoru lets out a stuttering breath.

“I’m going to start moving faster.” He breathes into your ear and then while kissing you again he snaps his hips forward. You moan against his lips and scratch your nails down his muscular back. Gojo starts to work himself into you at a faster rhythm.

“Fuck Satoru, oh my god, yes! Right there! Shit, oh my god, fuck.” You feel your body trembling as Satoru pumps his cock into you. Your vision starts to fade as you feel closer to your climax. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum Satoru.” You bite down on his shoulder and he lets out a rumbling moan.

“Y/n fucking hell, your pussy is sucking me in.” Satoru husks, his movement getting sloppy as he starts to climb the road to his climax as well. Your eyes are trained on the way Satoru strains to push into you.

“Mmm, just like that. God, I’m so fucking close.” Gojo grabs onto you as you both dissolve into pleasure. Electricity rushes through you and pulses where Satoru is still inside you. He moves his lips to yours and kisses you sloppily. Your lips are swollen from how many times Satoru has pushed his lips onto yours tonight. He pulls out of your swollen pussy and ties off the condom. He then flops to your side and then after a while of you both trying to catch your breath he rolls to face you.

“I promise I don’t usually cum that quickly…” He avoids your eyes and a stupid smile takes over your lips.

“I don’t mind, everyone gets excited.” You roll to face him as well. He finally looks into your eyes and all your worries about if he was just fucking you to fuck wash away.

“I’ll just have to try harder next time.” He kisses you gently on the forehead and your eyes sparkle with new hope.

“Yeah, now do you think there’s still food at Shoko’s party?” I tease. He feigns offense and sits up.

“Did I not satisfy you enough bug?” You giggle and slowly sit up next to him. Your head was pounding and your knees brushed against his.

“I’m fucking famished I don’t know about you.” You nudge his shoulder and he chuckles softly. He kisses your shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“I could eat a whole village of cows.”

“Get dressed, we’re making another appearance.”

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ok since we’re being dirty filthy whores….. i want eddie pissing INSIDE me, making me hold it, releasing it on the toilet myself.

You… have no idea what you’re asking of me. My residency on hell road is solidified. I tweaked this a bit, so I hope you don’t mind? :P

Filth is below the cut! Obviously we are gonna have watersports, so… Master kink too! This is pretty intense, be warned, lol.

~*~

You really didn’t mean to be a brat all day, it just… well, it happened. Combine that with the stress you’ve been under lately and you’d sort of taken it all out on Eddie. He had raised a chocolate brow, a look of incredulous wonder painted on his defined features. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and tutted, then told you to ‘get the fuck in the van and keep your mouth shut.’ You knew Eddie would never be so casually mean with you, not purposely. And his tone suggested where it was headed.

And that is how you’re in your current predicament, laid out in the back of his van on several old blankets, accepting another water he’d given you without any protests. You’d stopped begging him to let you pee an hour ago. He’d driven you to a clearing out near Lover’s Lake after filling his cooler full of sodas and waters, a sneer on his plush mouth, a plan in his devious, curly little head. Eddie crushes a can of Coke in his fist, tossing it behind your head, furthering his vehicular clutter. You whine and shift, pressing your tight clad thighs together.

For a fleeting moment, as Eddie turns to look at you in the Autumn breeze, his hair billowing out behind him, you think he’s going to give you a break. When his chocolate irises give way to dilating pupils, your stomach sinks into your cunt. He lets his hand slide down against the growing swell in his denim jeans, snapping his fingers at you. “Everything from the waist down comes off. Now.”

You know better than to protest him, that look in his eyes shaving off any remaining color his irises hold. It’s embarrassing that you’re this wet through your leggings and they cling to your soaked panties, that also pull off strings of your arousal when you tug them down and place them behind you, the cool air making you tighten your muscles and close your legs automatically to resist that urge in your bladder. Eddie shakes his head as he’s shrugging out of his leather jacket and denim vest, throwing beside your head, undoing his belt.

“Spread your legs for me and lay back.”

This time you can’t hide your nervous whimper, an ache slicing through your tummy. You bite into the top of your lip and nod. “Yes, sir.”

Eddie’s stance shifts, his cock rock hard. It’ll be less difficult for him since he’ll be inside of you. He can’t contain the words that flow off his delicious lips. “I’m gonna fill you so fuckin’ full of my piss that you’re gonna cry.”

You choke on a soft cry, Eddie briefly faltering, raising a brow as he tilts his head. “That… good? Okay?”

You throw caution to the wind, eager to have something this filthy occur between you and Eddie. Without being asked you edge your ass on the end of the van floor, still on the blankets but hovering over the dirt below. You fall back, chest heaving with pained breaths, heart beat rushing through your ears, drowning you in static. Eddie steps into the space between your thighs, truly seeing how soaked you are, his doubts about your want for the situation become obliterated. He’s surprised at how gone his voice is when he rasps out his next sentence, thumb slicking down the soaked seam of your cunt. “Fuck, sweetheart. Someone really wants to be filled with her master’s piss, doesn’t she?”

“Please, baby.” You whine, gone, tears gathering in your eyes.

Eddie shushes you and finally pushes down his pants and boxers, his cock flushed and ready for you. He grips around the base, slapping your clit with it. You can’t see anything from your position, choosing to feel what he’s bestowing upon you. Still, he checks in.

“Gonna put my cock in now, yeah?”

You simply moan in response, widening your thighs, exposed more than you’ve ever remembered being as your feet plant into a prop on the bumper of Eddie’s van.

He slides in easily, a squelch echoing in the vast expanse of the woods surrounding you. Your hands fists into the blankets at your sides, Eddie pushing it until his full balls are nesting at the globes of your ass. He bends to meet you, kissing your chin in a stretch of his lanky body, shirt riding up and exposing his happy trail. You open your eyes to watch his hand slide into your sides and brush his fingers along your cheek, whispering into the cove of your mouth, pausing to give you time to adjust. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, you know that? M’ proud of you, princess. Doin’ so good taking me, holding it.”

“Eds, I don’t think I can much longer.” He drinks in your soft sighs and moves himself into the first stroke, both of you losing yourselves into it.

“Just gonna give you a little, then you’ll get filled up, kay?”

“O-okay. So much. Love you.”

“Oh, baby. Master loves his little angel too. More than anything.”

Eddie gives you a few more languid thrusts, that achingly, slippery glide making your toes curl. It’s when he stops that you’re lifting your head in time to see him toss his head back, clench his teeth, nose scrunching, and you’re flooded with a deep warmth. Your mouth drops open as you arch your back, panting, raising up to try and see what you can. Eddie’s having trouble not cumming on the spot, cupping the back of your neck and bringing you upright, both of you watching as he slides out enough that you see his piss spilling out all around his cock and from your cunt.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel me using you like this? Pussy full of my piss.”

He suddenly hisses through his teeth as you clamp down on him, trying to close your legs, begging yourself to be good. And he loses his resolve, abruptly sliding from you in a wet plop, his cock covered in his own spray and your creamy arousal, soaking the curls around his shaft. All of his release pours out and soaks the earth, and he steps close to you, beginning to stroke himself, teeth nipping your ear as he leans in close and says, “Piss for me. Fuckin’ do it now.”

Your body obeys Eddie before you do, hand in hand, jumping into off of that pleasurable precipice. It’s a filthy mess when you let go. Loud and a lot more than you anticipated, Eddie growling, tugging his cock directly underneath the spray as he noses your top away from your shoulder and bites into the flesh. He’s encouraging you, nipping, hand drenched and fisting his fat cock. “Pussy looks so pretty pissing for me.”

He lets his other hand slide against your cunt and presses his thumb into your clit, thrumming it fast circles, now nosing into your neck. “M’ gonna cum. You wanna cum with me, princess? Think you can do it while you’re—“ He cuts himself off with a throaty laugh, and you’re a goner.

That coil is so violent, combining with the relief of letting yourself pee after holding it for a while, and you’re cumming so hard that Eddie has to hold you upright by pressing himself against you, eyes wide. “Shit, baby. You cummin’ right now? S’ a good girl for me. Innit that right, princess? Cum and piss all over your master’s cock.”

Your head falls into his shoulder as you literally sob, fucked out and drunk on the haze of lust. Eddie twists his hand and aims himself at your cunt, you stopping once there’s a puddle beneath you, ass soaked, bumper wet, and both of you a mess. He spreads your lips apart as he spurts his release right against your clit with a loud and throaty cry, hand gripping the van door from the intensity of his own orgasm. It takes a few seconds, and he is huffing and moving away to survey the damage, trying not to let his shaky legs take him away. He spots a mixture of translucent cream and piss dripping off your cunt and down your ass.

You are looking at him with your glassy eyes and he recognizes those tears, separates them from anything bad. He leans in for a kiss, then another, nosing your nose with a cute smoosh. “You were fuckin’ incredible, baby. You alright? Still with me?”

“For now.” You manage with a knowing smirk.

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vintageshanny · 3 months

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Waiting for Love - Part Four

Relax and Enjoy the Ride

Content: Late July 1970, marriage problems, infidelity, smut, some angst, fluff, 18+

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Catch up here: Waiting for Love series

Elvis heard a soft rapping at the door to his hotel suite and his heart sped up at the irrational thought that maybe Vivien had decided to just quit her job and stay with him. He swung open the door, but to his shock it was Priscilla, holding a small bag in one hand and Lisa Marie’s arm with the other. Lisa was trying to squirm away. “Daddy!” she yelled out when she looked up at him.

“Yisa!” he responded with delight. “C’mere and give Daddy a big ol hug!” He scooped her up and covered her little face with kisses, blowing raspberries on her chubby cheeks.

“Daddy have cake?” Lisa asked with a big grin.

“Of course Daddy has some cake for ya. Ya want chocolate?” Elvis beamed as he led her over to the dining area.

“Elvis, she really doesn’t need that right now,” Priscilla started to say, but Elvis waved her off.

“Let me give my princess some cake.”

“Yeah, mommy, princess need cake,” Lisa smiled at her hero and sweet-provider. Priscilla rolled her eyes.

“Are you alone here?” she asked Elvis casually, glancing around for any evidence to the contrary.

“Of course. I mean, the guys are here, but they’re out pickin’ up dinner. Or lunch. Or whatever meal we’re supposed ta be eatin’ right now,” Elvis said, glancing at the clock. 6pm. “Why? Were you expectin’ someone else?” he asked, starting to grow suspicious and irritated. “Is that why ya showed up unannounced two weeks early?”

Priscilla looked away guiltily. “No,” she murmured. “I just thought it would be nice for Lisa to see you for a few days. And for me, too,” she quickly added. “Then we’ll go back to LA.”

“But you’re comin’ for opening night, right?” Elvis asked, his face looking eager like a puppy dog.

“Yeah, yes, of course,” Priscilla answered, wondering how long they were going to keep up this charade of a happy couple for opening night. Elvis was wondering the same thing. Wondering why he felt he needed her there. Wondering if he’d care to see her at all if Lisa wasn’t with her. Wondering why he felt more irritation than happiness when his own damn wife showed up at his door. He felt trapped in a web of promises, expectations, and pressures that he could not begin to articulate. And now the added complication of Vivien. Of love.

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“So what happened next?” Roxanne grilled as she and Vivien relaxed on her sofa Friday night. They’d both had busy weeks at work, and it was the first chance they’d had to catch up since Vivien’s whirlwind trip to Las Vegas the weekend before. She sipped her red wine and stared intently as Vivien fidgeted with her bottle of Pepsi.

“Well, he rehearsed for a while, and it was amazing to see. Like my own private concert,” Vivien said, smiling at the memory of that rich soulful voice filling the rehearsal space. “And then later,” she continued, staring down at her red fingernails tapping nervously on the bottle, “we, uh, went up to his room.”

“Oooh, now this is what I wanna hear!” Roxanne leaned in close so she wouldn’t miss a thing. “Was it like a party or just the two of you? Did you see him naked? Did you do the deed?”

“Hold on, hold on, I’ll get to all that. First we just talked for a while. He was asking me what I thought of his rehearsal and then we talked about his movies. Rox, he’s sooo sweet and funny.”

“Yeah, yeah, sweet, funny, charming, now get to the good stuff,” Roxanne teased. “Did you tell him how much we love his tight pants in the movies?”

Vivien blushed as she reached for the bowl of popcorn sitting on the couch between them. “I might have mentioned something about that.”

“You did?” Roxanne squealed. “What did he say?”

“Um, he turned really red actually. It was very cute. Of course, I was blushing too. And that led to me, uh, doing some other things,” Vivien said evasively.

“Other things? C’mon, Vivien, tell me what happened!” Roxanne threw a piece of popcorn at her.

“I’m sorry, I just feel embarrassed saying it all out loud,” Vivien groaned, burying her head in her arms, using the bottle of Pepsi to cool down her burning hot face.

“Oh, Viv, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I always tell you everything, and I’ve been waiting for the day when you’d have something juicy to share. Don’t hold out on me now!”

“Okay, okay,” Vivien breathed out nervously. “This is what happened. He let me take his pants off, and then I…” Vivien made a motion like she was licking a lollipop.

“Oh Viv I’m so proud of you!” Roxanne crowed. “Did you like it? Did he like it? How big was it?” The interrogation continued.

“Oh, I really loved it. The way he moaned when I licked him…I’ll remember that sound for the rest of my life,” Vivien giggled. “I think he liked it, but I don’t know if I was very good at it. I didn’t do it too long before he wanted to do some other things.”

“What things?” Roxanne demanded. “Did you go all the way?”

“No, I wasn’t sure if I was ready, and he said he wanted to take things slowly anyway.”

“Aww, that is a very sweet line,” Roxanne said. “So what did you do instead?”

“Well, he took my dress off so I was just in my underwear, and then he got on top of me and just kind of, you know,” Vivien made a rolling motion with her hips and laughed. “It felt really good, though, especially since his tongue was just all over me. And he must have loved it too because he…finished on me,” Vivien’s voice dropped to a whisper at the end.

“Wait, what? Elvis finished just from humping you through your underwear?” Roxanne sounded shocked.

“Yeah, then he used his fingers to make sure I finished too. He said he had to take care of me.” Vivien beamed at the thought of how considerate he was. She knew from Roxanne that not many guys were like that. “After that he got some towels to clean us off. It’s funny because he seemed almost shy to be naked in front of me after it was over. He was sort of trying to hide behind the towel when he saw me looking at him still.”

“Well yeah, Viv, I don’t think men like to be stared at when their thing is soft,” Roxanne laughed. “When it’s just hanging there like a cute little mushroom.”

Vivien’s brow furrowed at the description. “It didn’t really look like a mushroom. More like a, um, like a caterpillar in a cocoon. A nice thick cocoon,” she added dreamily.

“Are you telling me Elvis is not circumcised?” Roxanne asked with a quizzical expression, as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

“Um, I don’t know, I guess not,” Vivien shrugged. Since she hadn’t known what to expect, the thought really hadn’t crossed her mind.

Roxanne wrinkled her nose in mild disgust. “That’s weird, I wonder why not.” Vivien rolled her eyes. Roxanne’s judgments over superficial things were a bit much at times.

“Who cares? I thought it was perfect.” Vivien tried to keep her annoyance under the surface, but it was clearly rising.

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“I’m sorry, Viv, I wasn’t meaning to insult him. I know how protective you get when you love someone.” Roxanne reached over and squeezed her hand. Vivien turned to look at her, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Vivien shook her head as the tears started rolling down her cheeks.

“I do love him, Rox. I’m scared of how much I feel for him already.” Vivien let Roxanne pull her into a hug as she continued. “I haven’t even told you the worst part yet. I thought he was feeling the same way about me, and then when I left the hotel, I’m almost positive I saw Priscilla arriving.” She sniffled into Roxanne’s shoulder. “It just hit me so hard, y’know? Like I’m falling in love while he has this whole other life with this person.”

Roxanne rubbed her back soothingly. “It’s okay, Viv. You don’t know what she was doing there; it could have been just to bring their daughter by. He told you not to worry about it, right? I’m sure he needs to sort some things out, but I think the only thing you can do at this point is to follow your heart.”

“I’m trying, but it’s so hard. He hasn’t even called me this week.” Vivien let the tears continue to fall while Roxanne rocked her like a baby.

Two hours later, Vivien was walking up the stairs to her apartment, feeling a little better after watching some television with Roxanne. As she reached the landing, Mrs. Quimp popped her head out from next door. “Y’know dearie,” she started in that pleasant yet judgmental way, “If you’re going to have people calling all hours of the night, you might want to invest in one of those machines that answers your phone for you. I’ve been hearin’ it ring for near on an hour now.”

Vivien glanced down at her watch and saw it was 9pm. Hardly “all hours of the night,” she thought as she rolled her eyes. “I’ll be sure to look into that,” she said sweetly as she slipped into her apartment before Mrs. Quimp could offer more helpful advice. She tossed her purse on the counter and grabbed the pale blue phone receiver. “Hello?”

“Baby, w-w-where the hell ya been?” Elvis spluttered out. “I-I-I was ‘bout ta send out a search party for ya.”

“Elvis? I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were calling,” Vivien responded, totally caught off guard by his slight hostility.

Elvis let out a little sigh. “It’s okay honey, I-I was just’ gettin’ worried about ya.” He cleared his throat a little bit. “So, w-w-where were ya? On a hot date?” He said it casually, but his sweet stutter belied his nerves, and Vivien was surprised, and honestly a little flattered, to detect a hint of jealousy in his tone.

“No, of course not, silly,” she laughed. “I was with Roxanne. The only man I want a hot date with is halfway across the country.” Vivien could picture the crooked simile she knew was spreading across his handsome face.

“Is that right? Who ya seein’ in New York, baby?” Elvis let out a loud laugh at his own joke.

“Very funny,” Vivien giggled. “You know it’s you. And I want to see more of you.”

“I think ya seen ‘bout all there is ta see, honey,” Elvis teased.

Vivien blushed at that. “Well, I want to see it all again then. It looked so good the first time.”

“Not disappointed then?” Elvis’ tone was still light and joking, but Vivien thought she detected the tiniest bit of insecurity in his voice. The weird look of disgust on Roxanne’s face flashed through her mind, and she wondered if Elvis had ever seen that look on a woman’s face in his most vulnerable moments. The idea that someone so amazing could also be nervous and insecure somehow both soothed her and broke her heart. She felt determined to make him see the beauty that she saw.

“Disappointed? Oh, no, you looked absolutely perfect. I could stare at you all day,” Vivien murmured, her face growing hot at the thought of it.

“You’re a sweet little weirdo, y’know that?” Elvis laughed, glad she couldn’t see the way she made him blush with her compliments.

“Well, it takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Vivien teased.

“It sure do, baby. Now when ya gonna come back and see me so we can stare at each other?”

“Oh, um, Joe told me I couldn’t be there once the camera crews arrived,” Vivien explained.

The tension immediately returned to Elvis’ voice. “Baby, don’ ya worry ‘bout him. We already had a conversation, and if he wants ta keep his job, he’ll mind his own goddamn business.” He sighed and continued, “I ain’t mad at ya honey, jus’ don’ worry ‘bout any of that, okay? Remember to jus’ stay in the moment with me. I need ya with me. Everything feels better with you, Vivien. Everything,” he repeated.

Vivien’s heart melted a little bit. “Okay, of course I’ll come. I just didn’t want to be in the way.”

“Honey, ya ain’t in the way if I want ya here, okay? I’ll make the arrangements for next weekend. I can’t wait ta see ya again.”

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Elvis kicked off his boots, peeled off his socks, draped his heavy belt over the chair, and flopped onto the giant bed in his suite. He set his glasses on the nightstand and patted the spot next to him. “C’mere honey, take off your sandals and lay by me. I gotta unwind before dinner.” Vivien obeyed and settled in next to him, leaning her head on the sleeve of his cherry blossom shirt. “You got some cute yittle sooties, honey,” Elvis announced as he nudged one of VIvien’s feet with his own.

“What, my feet?” she asked, trying to figure out what sooties were. She was slowly but surely adding all of Elvis’ special little words to her vocabulary.

“Yeah, I like how your toenails and fingernails match,” he said as he stared at them with a little grin. “You should try pink next time. That would look real nice on ya, baby.”

“Maybe I will,” Vivien smiled. “Your feet are pretty cute, too.”

Elvis laughed. “Oh, ya like how two of my toes are partly connected?”

Vivien kneeled up on the bed to get a better look.

“Aww, look at those cute little toesies!” she cooed, grabbing one of his feet and nibbling at his toes like he was a little boy. Elvis laughed and squirmed, trying to pull his foot away. “Oh, is someone ticklish?” Vivien teased, running her fingertips over the bottom of his foot.

“B-b-baby, st-stop it,” Elvis pleaded, his laughter now completely uncontrolled.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Vivien asked playfully as she moved the tickling up under his pant leg, around his ankle.

“L-lemme show ya,” Elvis gasped out, and he leaned up and pounced on her, rolling them both over so he was laying on top of her. He immediately lunged in for a deep, passionate kiss. Vivien relished the way his marshmallow-soft lips smashed into hers, his tongue prodding its way into her mouth. He pulled back slightly and stared into her eyes. “Ya feel Little Elvis?” Vivien nodded, feeling his arousal growing harder, pressing into her. “You, uh, gonna kiss me there again, honey?” Elvis asked, his face turning a deep crimson.

Vivien nodded again, reaching up to stroke his flushed cheek. “Elvis, I think I’d do anything to make you happy,” she whispered. The way he smiled at that made her feel like he was looking into her very soul.

“You’re such a giving person, Vivien. So am I. There’s somethin’ I’ve really been wantin’ to do for ya.” Elvis shifted gently off of her and reached his hand slowly under her dress, pulling her panties down and removing them completely.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Vivien asked anxiously as Elvis lifted the hem of her dress and started inching down between her legs.

Elvis looked up with that adorable, lopsided, heart-melting grin. “You’re so sweet ta me Vivien, that I jus’ know ya gotta taste sweet too.” Vivien remembered what she had forgotten to ask Roxanne about, but it was too late now. She could feel her body trembling as Elvis pushed her legs further apart. “Shh, ‘s okay honey,” he rubbed her thigh soothingly with his thumb. “You jus’ relax and enjoy the ride.” She grabbed his hair as the waves of pleasure began to overtake her, Elvis’ tongue dancing across every inch of her body.

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saintgoths · 2 months

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DEALER!ELLIE X READER - LOOK WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN. [COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY AU].

[PART FIVE TO THE CATWOMAN SERIES.]

WORD COUNT - 1,774.

RATING - 18+. [mention of leak of nudes, cheating and mentions of sex.]

SUMMARY - the appeareance of Cat causes issues between you and Ellie.

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You could feel the curious stare from Ellie’s green eyes that had pierced into your skin, she had been briefly silent as she had awkwardly brushed her thumb against the rough skin of her palm, she had been anxious…keen to see how both you and Cat had stared at each other, like two sparks bursting into flames, specifically, from Cat’s side. When Ellie had looked at you, she had been able to see that you had not wanted to be there, yet, the light in your eyes had mirrored the remembrance you had for the girl.

“There needs to be no introductions for [Y/N] and I,” Cat sharply smiled. “I heard that [Y/N] du Armani is your new girlfriend,” Cat drawled and awkward, you had scratched the back of your neck. Smooth with how you reached for the Williams girl’s grasp, the Williams girl, who had been keen to find out how you and Cat knew each other, had spoken.

“Why? How do you two know each other?” Ellie had asked and eager to answer Ellie’s question, Cat had clasped her hands together.

“Oh, I’m just knowledgeable of the great [Y/N] du Armani,” Cat vaguely replied and with a confused look, Ellie rolled her eyes towards you, you who had remained quiet, hastily ashamed. “Oh, who am I kidding,” Cat forwardly said. “[Y/N] and I used to be in a relationship.”

The sentence enough for Dina to laugh out of surprise and have Ellie slip her hand away from your hold. “I seriously wonder who’s the most passed around between the three of us,” Cat joked and bothered, you had crossed your arms, there had been so much you had wanted to say, but you had feared Cat would spill another joke hidden with truth.

“The two of us were just leaving,” Ellie said and with a short hum of agreement, you had folded your arms together as Ellie stood in front of you, gently touching your body with her fingers to briefly guide you to follow her. Silent, you had waved the trio a good-bye before walking out of the party with your girlfriend who you had known had dozens of questions that she had wanted answered.

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Perhaps Ellie had been in thought in how she wanted to ask her questions, it had been about three minutes with you behind the wheel on the route to your dorm and all Ellie had done is throw short glances. Her eyes somewhat still kind but there had been an essence of critique that had slowly killed you.

“The world is small,” she whispered and relieved that she did not pick the path of silent treatment, you had awkwardly chuckled.

“It is,” you smiled, and hesitant you had lightly tapped your thumb against the skin of your steering-wheel. Quick with the look you had thrown towards your girlfriend, somewhat ashamed of what had just happened, you decided to still speak. “Did the information upset you?” You had asked and with a short bounce of her shoulders, Ellie stared out the window next to her.

“Did you know Cat was in a relationship before you got with her?” Ellie asked and with a small pout, you had quickly thought. “I don’t remember Cat moving onto anyone else after me.”

“No,” you said after you had thought about it. “When I got with Cat, she told me she was single,” you then laughed. “Maybe I met Cat when she was still with you,” you joked.

“When did you get into a relationship with her?” Ellie investigated, now more serious than she was before, she had sat up on the car-seat she had previously slumped her figure on. Eyebrows furrowed and cheeks red with anticipation.

Annoyed, you didn’t spare to look at her. “Ellie, it shouldn’t matter anymore, we’re with each other now, and plus I can’t remember.”

“Sorry,” Ellie muttered, eyes trained on you as she pursed her lips into a thin line, a flash of insecurity bright in her eyes, Ellie had slowly clenched her fist as she turned her vision to in front of her.

Guilty, you had swiped your tongue against your lower lips, the rest of the trip silent until you had cut the break with an apology. “Sorry Ellie,” you purely atoned. “Do you want to stay at mine for the night?” You kindly suggested and with a short smile, Ellie beckoned her head.

“Sure.”

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It had been the next day and presently both you and Ellie had been in the cafeteria writing assessments for your projects, Ellie had been next to you but had majority of her weight against your body as she had quickly scribbled down her thoughts and ideas for her venture, before you had begun to write you had bought a muffin for Ellie, a blueberry muffin that she had been thankful for.

On one hand, the scrutiny that had involved around the leaked pornography that involved you and Ellie had died down. On the other hand, Doris still had not showed her face, and everyone had speculated where she had hidden herself.

“I’m tired of hearing Doris’ name,” Ellie muttered and amused, you had smirked.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to confront her?” You asked and with a twisted face, Ellie had sat up as she had readied herself to state a comeback, but before she could open her mouth, an undesired presence had sat itself in front of the both of you, their energy enough to cut the comedic consultation between you and Ellie.

Cat.

Graceless, both you and Ellie had shared an awkward look, yet, both of you still had been suspicious of what she had wanted to say. “I don’t remember you always being so present at the University,” you had said and as she had made herself comfortable and pushed herself closer against the round table, Cat had released a soft grunt.

“I’ve always been here,” Cat replied. “I used to have different classes than Ellie, but now I was able to exchange with a student who had wanted to have a timetable that meshed well with their work hours,” she explained and with a stiff smile, you had nodded your head.

Keen of the inept looks you both had on your faces, artless Cat formed a pursed smile. “I hope I’m not bothering anyone.”

“No, you’re not bothering anyone,” Ellie said and surprised, you sat up slightly annoyed by the accessible trait Ellie had shown Cat.

Irritated, you had pulled yourself closer towards your girlfriend, eyes trained on the girl in front of you who’s eyes gleamed in prospect. “Well, in my opinion, I find it a bit awkward that you’re here,” you truthfully expressed and coarse, Ellie anxiously pulled her blueberry muffin to her mouth to take a bite.

“Well,” Cat began. “I don’t think any of us should feel awkward around each other---I mean we’ve all seen and touched each other naked---” caught off guard, Ellie choked on her muffin.

“You’re bold,” you smiled and as you gently tapped your fingers against the table, you glanced at Ellie who had looked down at her commodities. “But I think bold women is a trait Ellie likes in her women,” you smiled and humoured, the three of you shared a laugh.

Though, as you had still not liked the idea of Cat sitting on the same table as you, you had looked at your watch and thanked the universe for the time it was. “Oh---my class is going to start soon,” you whispered and active, Ellie immediately put her goods into her bag.

“I’ll take you,” she suggested and appreciative, you had pulled yourself off the seat you presently sat on and left after Ellie had pulled herself to her feet. Happy, that Ellie had not wanted to stay around her ex-girlfriend, you had then pulled Ellie’s paw within your hand and left without taking a second look at Cat.

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As much as you had wanted to enter your class and get everything finished with, the look on your face had stopped you from leaving to class, attentive Ellie had been, as she had grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to her. Eyes warm with vigilance, Ellie had softly rubbed the knuckles of your hand with the pad of her thumb.

“What’s wrong?” She asked and nervous, you had bitten your lower lip.

“Since Cat is here, she’s going to have a lot of things to say,” you said and curious, Ellie moved her hands up your arms.

As much as she had tried to make it seem like she was uninterested with what Cat would tell her, Ellie had tried with her might to come off as serious, and as much as she had dangled at her short motive, it was endearing that she had tried. “Is there something important she might say?” Ellie asked.

“The break-up between Cat and I ended pretty badly,” you replied and with a comforting chuckle, Ellie pulled away from you.

“My break up with Cat ended badly as well,” she smiled and relaxed, you had slowly dropped your shoulders.

Complacent to express yourself, you had gracelessly looked around. “When Cat and I were together, I was sort of playing her, so it’s just so awkward when she comes around, I feel like she’s up to something, you know…to get revenge.”

Inquisitive, Ellie had pulled her head closer, interested in what else you had to say. “Did you cheat on her?”

Awkward, you played with your fingers, aware of insecurity that had rooted in Ellie’s eyes, you had smiled with the side of your lips, aware that wasn’t the appropriate response. “Why the fuck did I ask that?” Ellie whispered to herself, overwhelmed as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, Ellie had then clicked her tongue.

“It’s best that you did,” you reassured. “It’s better that you heard it from me and not from Cat.”

Silent, Ellie looked at her shoes, eyes now clamped together as numerous of thoughts dived in her mind. “Ellie, I’m over the player behaviour now, I’m loyal---loyal to you. I was immature---”

“Okay,” Ellie shrugged and unsure, you had trained your eyes on her, aware of every small shuffle she would do with her shoulders and how she would gently kick the air. “I’ll pick you up when your class is finished, if you keep standing outside, you’ll be late,” she said and with a small wave, she had sent you off to your class, left the moment you stepped in, leaving you in a puddle of instability.

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ikn0wtheend · 1 year

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thoroughfare - modern!ellie x reader

summary: you knew ellie once and a road trip back home together complicates things more than it should.

pairing: modern!ellie williams x reader

word count: ~4.5k

c/w: angst, fluff, mutual pining, language, implied sex, hopeful ending? loser lesbians as always.

a/n: um I do not know where this came from seeing as this is quite the diversion from ‘the record’ but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I was just listening to ethel cain’s ‘thoroughfare’ (as a girlie does) and I blacked out and apparently wrote 4k words of whatever this is. spoiler alert: they don’t even make it back home, they drive for like 5 hours. as always let me know what you think and if you’d like me to make this a series (I'm currently on the fence about it). <3

main masterlist & thoroughfare [2]

It was hot. The kind of hot that doesn’t give you a reprieve no matter how many layers you take off or how hard you fan yourself with your hand. It was sticky and miserable. You want to claw at your skin.

Sitting on the sidewalk you waited for Dina to arrive, you hadn’t really gotten the full details from her. All she had said was “meet outside your apartment” giving you a specific day at a specific time. But you couldn’t complain, you were the one that had called her in distress, forgetting about timezones when she answered the phone half-awake.

Someone eclipses the sun from their spot next to you. You turn with your hand above your brow to get a better look at them and when you do your face automatically scrunches up.

“Why the fuck are you here?”

“Why the fuck are you sitting on the sidewalk?”

You stand up, brushing your pants off. “Oh fuck you, Ellie.”

“No fuck you.” She retorts.

You were going to punch her. Right here. Right on this very sidewalk. You were going to draw your fist back and punch the freckles on her left cheek off of her face. You clench your fists. “I’m not gonna stand here and argue with you.”

“You started it.”

“You’re really gonna play the blame game?”

“Who the fuck calls it a ‘blame game’?”

“Literally everybody you fuckwad.”

“So we’re calling each other names now?” She places both hands on her hips. “You’re such an asshole.”

“I see you’ve lost your touch.” You mirrored her stance. “Asshole isn’t very creative.”

“Neither is fuckwad, you fuckwad.”

You throw your hands up. “Jesus Christ, you’re impossible.”

“No you’re imposs-”

Your phone rang interrupting Ellie from finishing, what you were sure was a very clever rebuttal, Dina’s name flashing on the screen. You quickly turn your back to Ellie and answer.

“Hey-”

Dina cuts you off. “Has she shown up yet?”

“Who?”

“Ellie.”

You sucked in a breath and pinch between your eyes. “Dina, please don’t tell me my ride across the country is Ellie.” You chanced a look at the girl in question, painfully aware of the way she raised her eyebrows to remind you she could still hear you.

“Um yeah? You said you need a ride and that it was urgent and Ellie was closest.” Dina stated simply. As though she didn’t know that this was bound to create a mess, one you might not recover from.

“Okay maybe I exaggerated when I said ‘urgent’, I would’ve happily of waited for you or Jesse.” The words rush out of you, eager to get her to understand and to undo this mess.

“You were literally in tears when you called and like I said Ellie was closest. You’ll be fine.” She said flippantly. As though she wasn’t a first-hand witness to the shit-storm that had happened two years ago.

“I don’t think we share the same definition of ‘fine’, Dina.” Her name comes out with a bite.

You hear a long sigh. “Look just trust me on this. And hey maybe this will be good for the both of you, you’ll finally be able to talk about it.”

“Did it even occur to you that I left because I didn’t want to talk about it?”

“Fair point.” She concedes. “But listen I can’t come get you until next week, and that's being generous, so just suck it up and come home. I miss you.”

Fuck, you thought. You couldn’t stay here, not for another week, and hearing Dina say she missed you made you press the heel of you palm into your chest to try and calm the ache. It wasn’t the first time she had told you she missed you since you left, you heard it everytime you called. Sometimes when the time stretched thin between the two of you she would send you a text reminding you she was thinking of you. That she hadn’t forgotten.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” You can hear the concern in her voice now.

“Yeah. Thank you.” You clear your throat. “I miss you too.” You really did.

She throws out a number of goodbyes and ‘I love you’s’, words you return, before she hangs up. You take a deep breath before turning to look at Ellie again who was standing there with your bags in her arms. She looked silly, you thought. Adorable. You scowl.

“I can carry my own things you know?”

“Just get your arse across the road and into the car.”

“Sir yes sir.”

You think you hear a huff of laughter escape her, you think the heat is making you imagine things.

You’re avoiding looking at Ellie, instead you’re focused on the stretch of road laid out in front of you. The two of you had been stuck at a stand-still for the last couple of hours, neither wanting to be the one to break the silence. Maybe it had less to do with not wanting to and more to do with not knowing what to say.

You knew her once, could tell anyone that would listen how loud she liked her music, the way she took her tea. You knew which side of the bed she preferred despite her protests that it was childish to have a favourite - it was the left.

You knew her. You knew her. You knew her.

You’re not sure if you still do. Her hair is different and her shoes look new - you don’t recognise the brand of air freshener hanging from the mirror. This time when you feel an ache in your chest it feels like something akin to grief. But she still looks like your life two years ago and the thought that you might not look the same makes you slump in your chair.

It’s another silent hour before you make your first stop at the gas station, even so Ellie still gets out of the car without saying a word. You watch her for a second, eyeing the way she leaned back against the car with her arms crossed over her chest, before unbuckling your seatbelt and heading inside to grab some snacks.

You take your time browsing down the aisles, glad for the chance to stretch your legs for a bit. There was something about gas stations that made you nostalgic, something about you and Ellie at a gas station that made you nostalgic even though she was outside pumping the gas. There were too many times to count when the two of you would make your way to the closest one at all hours of the night to stockpile on chips and candy for movie nights. You would walk through every single aisle and she would follow, not once complaining over the fact that you got the same things everytime and they were two aisles over. She would hold out a hand to carry the food and you would pay, swatting at her whenever she tried to sneak her card to the cashier who looked far too tired to even act amused. Ellie would say ‘thank you’ and you would tell her that it was on her next time although you both knew that was a lie.

So you allow your mind to wander and your feet to carry you aimlessly. You rely on muscle memory to take you where you need to go because all these gas stations are built the same. You pay and try to leave the memories at the automatic doors.

Ellie is still standing outside the car when you exit with a full bag, arms still crossed. You call her name and chuck a chocolate bar at her a bit more aggressively than you originally planned, because it hits her square in the chest and falls to the ground with a sad splat. Ellie looks at you irritated.

“What the fuck?”

You wince, shoulders up by your ears. “Sorry.” You say sheepishly.

She rolls her eyes as she bends down to grab the bar off of the ground, you see the moment her harden gaze softens and as quick as it was there it was gone again. She rises slowly, flipping the bar around in her hands.

“I hope they’re still your favourite.” You wring your hands together.

She nods. “Get in the car, we gotta go.” Before you can respond she turns her back to you and retreats to the car.

You puff out your cheeks before blowing the air out and make your way back to the passenger side, dumping your bag of snacks onto the floor in front of you. You buckle your seatbelt and lift your head to see Ellie already looking at you, she raises an eyebrow in lieu of asking if you’re ready. You nod.

The two of you drive in silence for roughly another 30 minutes before the urge to speak hits you. The last time you were in this car, you and Ellie talked until you couldn’t breathe, saying whatever was on your mind and taking breaks to sing whatever song was playing. You fear that if you don’t say something now you might choke.

“Do you remember the time Dina was learning to drive and she hit the curb so hard she started crying?” You don’t know why this is the thing your brain conjured up, maybe the combination of recycled air and the smell of Ellie’s cologne was getting to you.

Ellie snorts in surprise and looks between you and road. “How could I forget. We had to drive home with a flat tire.”

You’re laughing now, “And you had to bribe her back into the car with the promise of burgers.” You throw your head back.

Ellie’s laughing now too, a far away look on her face. “Yeah I did, didn’t I? Jesus Christ I thought she was gonna stand in the middle of the street all night and someone was gonna run her over, honestly I wouldn’t of blamed them.” One of her hands was off the wheel and gesturing wildly. “I don’t even know why she was standing on the road, the car was halfway up the sidewalk she should’ve stood there.”

Your laughter tapers off but a wistful smile remains on your face, you see Ellie look at you funny out of the corner of your eye. “What?” You ask softly, your eyes now on her profile. Pretty, you think.

“Nothing. Your laugh sounds the same.”

You struggle to maintain your composure. “Is that a bad thing?”

She shakes her head. “No. Just makes me remember.”

You don’t ask what exactly it was she remembers, because you think that it doesn’t really matter. She remembers your laugh and that's enough for you. It has to be, because you know you weren’t in the position to ask for more.

Ellie hesitantly calls out your name this time.

“Yeah?”

“Why did you leave?”

The question was sobering, you were expecting it the moment you saw her yet it still made you flinch. “I couldn’t stay.” You say.

You don’t elaborate.

She furrows her brow and you have the urge to smooth it out gently with your thumb and apologise for being the reason that its there. “Why didn’t you come back?” She tries again, voice strained like it hurt her to ask. Maybe it did.

You give her a smile. “I am now aren’t I?”

“I don’t know, are you?”

Your smile falters.

“Fuck you.” You snap, smile fully gone and replaced with something harsh. You quickly try and backtrack. “I’m sorry-”

“No it’s okay.” You both know it’s not okay. “I shouldn’t of asked.”

“Ellie-”

“Do you want to listen to something?” She interjects as she reaches over you to open the glovebox and pull out a stack of CD’s with one hand, you remember buying her some of them, she plops them down in your lap. “Take your pick. That Fleetwood Mac one is in there somewhere if that’s still your thing.” It was still your thing.

You grab something different instead, something that you couldn’t immediately attach a memory to and put it in the slot and press play.

You had swapped out the CD playing twice before you finally gathered the courage to speak to Ellie again, still embarrassed you had thrown your words at her face.

“How have you been?” You wince at your own words.

She turns to look at you incredulously. “Is that really what you’re going with?”

You huff even though you knew that it was a dumb question. “Fine. Why did you say yes to driving me home?”

“Dina forced me.” She was quick with her response.

You let the words sink in before asking another question. “You still could’ve said no.” The Ellie you knew was much more stubborn than Dina, could often outlast any insisting from her.

You watch as she shuffles in her seat and sighs. “Yeah I could’ve but then she would’ve annoyed me about it for forever, so it was easier to just say yes right off the bat.”

Silence fills the air once more as you think about it. Something wasn’t right and perhaps the stifling air in the car was making you agitated or perhaps Ellie wasn’t telling you the truth. The sky was so blue out here, you think.

“Not everything has to mean something.” She blurts out in irritation.

You turn your head to find her already looking at you. “What?”

“I can tell you’re sitting there trying to pick apart what I just said.” She bites at you like you did her, eyes darting between you and the road rapidly as her knuckles grow white from where she clenches the steering wheel. “You do it so fucking much that you forget to fucking listen. Not everyone is trying to speak to you in fucking riddles you know? Maybe, just maybe, when someone tells you their favourite colour’s blue they just really fucking love the colour blue. It has nothing to do with the ocean or the sky, it’s just something that is.”

There was a version of you that she knew and probably was expecting, the same version of you that had snapped at her earlier. That was a small lapse, one apparently Ellie managed to bring out of you. But that part of you that resides somewhere in your chest wanted to yell at her, deny everything she had just said and say something back that would hurt her - hurt you too when you see the look on her face. But nowadays you’re mostly just tired. Besides, she wasn’t exactly wrong.

You click your tongue and hold her stare when she looks back at you. “You done?”

Her chest heaves. “Yes.”

“Good.” You look away. “Focus on the road.”

You hum along to the song playing over the sound of her deep breathing as she tries to calm herself down. When some time passes you open up a bag of what used to be her favourite chips, you were unsure if she still liked them, but you still offer them to her first. You hold the bag steady when she huffs and sticks a hand into the bag to grab some. You’re still mad at her and you’re sure that she’s still mad at you, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care when she continues to crunch on the chips like her life depended on them. It was all so familiar.

Your anger had settled into quiet exhaustion when Ellie pulls into a 24-hour diner. It was iffy-looking but there was something oddly charming about it. You follow her inside and take note of the outdated furniture and the weird smell permeating throughout the room, you like it, you think.

Ellie slides into a booth and sitting across from her you see her under the fluorescent lights. She looked more gaunt here, eye bags prominent. You still thought she looked good. You pretend to look at the menu when its placed in front of you by a young teenage girl, knowing what you’ll get but wanting to look busy. The waitress, Betty her name tag says, comes by with a pot of coffee in her hand, she fills up your mug first and goes to fill up Ellie’s when you quickly cover the cup with your hand. Betty’s look of initial confusion is replaced with a big grin.

“So, what can I get ya?” Her voice is chipper.

You open your mouth the speak but Ellie beats you to the punch.

“She’ll get the pancakes, extra strawberries, and I’ll just get some bacon and eggs please.” Her eyes widen. “Sorry-”

“-No, it’s okay.”

“I must be tired from driving. I wasn’t really thinking-”

“-No really it’s okay.”

The sound of both your voices overlap as Ellie tries to apologise and as you try to tell her that it’s okay. It’s okay that she still knows you. You see Betty out of the corner of your eye watching in amusement, but to be fair the diner was empty so this was probably the most entertainment the place had been in awhile.

“Is that all?” Betty asks, grin still taking over her face.

“She’ll get a diet coke.” You say nodding your head in Ellie’s direction. She looks away with rosy cheeks.

“Y’all are cute. I’ll be right back.” You watch as Betty practically skips away. This diner was oddly charming indeed.

You’re fiddling with the handle of your coffee cup when Ellie’s drink is deposited in front of her. There was an outrageous curly straw swirling from the tall glass and the sheer disbelief on Ellie’s face made you want to laugh. You lift your mug to hide your face behind it. It was decided then that you and Betty would make great friends.

“You think this is funny don’t you?” The defeat in Ellie’s face is endearing.

You take a loud sip of your coffee, eyes meeting hers over your cup. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She sighs.

“It’s a straw Ellie.” You say, unable to hide the teasing in your tone. “If you don’t want to drink from it just drink straight from the glass.”

Ellie looks you dead in the eyes when she takes her first sip and you try to look anywhere but her mouth around that damn straw. She sucks the drink up and you watch the liquid travel around in its various loop-de-loops, Ellie releases the straw between her lips with an exaggerated lip smack. “Refreshing.”

You snort. “You’re making me jealous.”

She takes the opportunity. “Of the straw?” A single eyebrow lifts in question.

“No you bitch.” You feel yourself begin to fluster. “I obviously meant of you. Because you got a cool straw and I got this chipped mug. I mean look at it-” you gesture wildly towards it, “-its bright pink and has like a million swirly things.” Swirly things? Really? Maybe Betty is better off remaining your waitress and not your best friend. It wouldn’t be too big of a loss, you didn’t know her that well anyway.

Ellie was laughing, very clearly proud of herself. “I’m just fucking with you.” She says. “You know that right?”

Right.

You avoid her eyes that were looking for yours, cheeks still warm. “Of course, no harm done.”

“Good.”

There’s a stretch of silence before you hesitantly break it. “Ellie?”

“Yeah?”

You pointedly make eye contact with her hoping that she sees if for what it is, an apology or an admission, either way you hoped she saw it. “I meant it when I said I couldn’t of stayed. Back in the car.” You hold up a hand to stop her from interrupting. “I know you’re gonna ask me why, but I don’t know if I can you reason.”

She reaches across the table to grab your hand that had abandoned your mug. She looked feral in a way, eyes wild. “Try.” She begs. “Please.”

You nod and try to clear the lump forming in your throat. “I think I always wanted to leave, think you knew that too, but I wasn’t gonna leave without you and you weren’t gonna stay without me.” Ellie nods and you continue. “And I would’ve been happy, more than happy to continuing the life that I was living with you. You were my best friend. But do you remember when we got into the argument? The one right before I left?”

You watch as Ellie looks down at your intertwined hands and gulps. “Yeah. Yeah I do.”

“Yeah I remember it too.” You give her hand a squeeze. “I called you every name in the book and you told me that it was suffocating being my friend.”

She grips you tighter as though she was scared you’ll pull away. “I didn’t mean it-”

“I know.” At the time you wished you had read between the lines to find the something in her words, in the same way she had berated you over in the car. Because she did mean it when she said it and you had felt the same way back but hadn’t put it into words. The two of you were suffocated by the love you had for each other that was disguised as being merely platonic. “But Ellie, I left because I was suffocating me too.”

It seemed as though Betty had impeccable timing because there she was happy as a clam with your two plates of food. You look at Ellie looking at your hands still holding each other and you think Betty was either your saviour or your worst enemy.

“Here you two go!” You and Ellie break apart. “And here’s your extra strawberries.” Betty gives you a wink and skips back to wherever she appeared from.

Ellie looks between you and the food. You give her a smile. “Eat. I’ll still be here to talk about it later.” The words you said sounded awfully like a promise.

Betty comes back to grab your empty plates, coffee in hand as she pours you another. “Can I get you another diet coke?” She tempts.

“No I’m okay. Thank you.” Ellie says.

“No problem, holler if you need anything.” There she goes again.

Ellie calls your name this time, you leave your mug untouched. “What did you mean when you said that you were suffocating yourself too?”

“Everytime I looked at you I felt like I was dying.” It wasn’t a full answer, but you weren’t ready to give so much of yourself away. You feel the same way you did two years ago before you left. “Do you understand?” Please understand, you think.

She looks at you with something in her stare that feels holy, like a revelation. “Yeah I think I do.”

The period of time between you meeting Ellie and now is often remembered in differing stages of hurt. The hurt in your hands when you clenched your fists too tightly that time in class when you saw her staring at a girl you couldn’t even name. The hurt on your hip when the two of you got matching tattoos. The hurt in your heart when you went away and stayed away.

The waiting hurt and so did the leaving.

And the realisation that it didn’t need to hurt, especially for as long as you did, left you feeling unsettled. The hurt was familiar, almost as familiar as Ellie, and you didn’t know if you could leave it behind too. Didn’t know if you would survive it. But surviving wasn’t living and this hurt could feel different. Because maybe, finally, all this love will have a place to go.

You stand up to go pay and Ellie doesn’t try to stop you like she used to. You leave Betty a big tip and she gives you a cheesy grin in return with her thanks. Ellie is waiting by the front door with her shoulders slumped and hands fiddling when you turn around. You walk towards her.

“Let’s stop somewhere for the night, yeah?”

“Yeah-” her voice cracks and she clears her throat, “-yeah sounds good.”

When you arrive to the closest motel it wasn’t nearly half as charming as the diner you had just eaten in. There was also no Betty to greet you at the front desk, instead a ragged man who was staring a bit too hard at you told you there was only one room left available. He looked far too happy when he sensed your discomfort.

Ellie places a foot right in front of where you’re standing and steps forward, obstructing your view. “We’ll take it.” She pays this time.

The man throws the keys on top of the counter and grumbles to himself. Ellie places a hand on the small of your back when you turn to walk away and you subconsciously lean into it before you feel her nudge you along. The two of you made the walk to your room in silence but you can still feel the heat from her hand radiating up your spine. You shiver.

Ellie taps your hip, a gesture you remember, to get you to move aside. She swings both bags she was carrying on her shoulder higher so she can open the door and you’re immediately met with the sight of a bed, there was other furniture in the room but the bed really stood out.

There was one bed.

It’s okay, you thought. You had shared a bed with Ellie multiple times, you practically lived at her house that one summer and all the summers following.

“Are you coming?”

You don’t trust your words so you nod and step inside. You didn’t realise closing the door would make the room seem infinitely smaller otherwise you might’ve left it open and just dealt with whatever the consequences were. Because there was still only one bed inside of a really small room. You try and play it cool.

“You’re taking the left.” Smooth.

Ellie agrees easily. “Fine by me.”

You watch as she throws the bags onto the bed and begin rooting through hers, pulling out an old t-shirt that you recognised and a pair of sweatpants. She makes her way to the bathroom without once looking at you. You huff and grab your pyjamas too, changing into them hurriedly and lying down on the right side.

Ellie turns off the light and joins you in bed, the two of you staring at the ceiling. You hear her breathing and it sounds like your childhood. It sounds like your future too, the one you dream but never talk about.

You both lay there under the covers on your backs and you think about how close she is to you. You didn’t know how to tell her you missed her, there simply weren’t enough words in the English language to express it, so you remained quiet. You think a lifetime has past when she decides to speak. In a way it had because you feel a new you being created in this dirty motel room.

“I hate you for leaving.” Without me. You hear the unspoken words this time.

“I know.”

“I hate you.” She states, stance firm.

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.”

You don’t know who reaches for who first, all you know is that you turn over and there she was, consuming your senses in a way only she knows how. You think about her lips on yours and the way her tongue traces your bottom lip. You think about her hands gripping your waist tight and the way she sighs into your mouth, you think that you want her to do it again. You think that everything about this road trip was doomed from the start. You think that it’s a problem for tomorrow’s version of you to deal with.

You stop thinking when she pulls you on top of her and tugs at your shirt. You sigh into her mouth this time.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you

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finnbbl · 2 months

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Hyunjin X M! Reader - Dancer AU | SMAU | Chapter 3

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Warnings: Swearing, KMS joke, Y/N simping ofc, typos

Later that Saturday..

Wow, you were really about to meet with JYP. The owner of one of the hugest K-Pop companies out there. As you stepped foot inside, your eyes were blessed with the most gorgeous and fancy lobby. It was simple, yet still seemed so elegant. Your eyes examined the room, that’s when you saw them. A smile quickly found its way to your face as you dropped your bag and ran over there. Tackling the closest friend to you, Lia, to the ground. An audible gasp of surprise left her mouth before she noticed it was you. You sat up next to her on your knees as she pushed herself up. Once she realized it was you, it was your turn to get pushed to the ground.

“Y/N!!! DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT” She sounded slightly angry. “I’m sorry I’m sorry” Although you apologized, they knew you weren’t sorry. If it was obvious by your personality and previous scenarios like this, your laugh definitely gave it away. Before you knew it, you had all 5 girls all over you. Taking turns hugging you as they all exclaimed how much they missed you. “Ah i missed you guys so much it hurts.” You admitted as Ryujin helped you off the floor. “We’re just glad you’re here. If we’re lucky, he called you over to work with us.” Chaeryeong shot you a cheeky smile as she nudged you. “Hopefully!” You said with a little faith lacing your voice as you held up both hands with crossed fingers. “Come on, let’s get your bag and we all can catch up as we show you where he’s waiting.” You nodded in agreement as you quickly ran to grab your bag from where you had previously dropped it. The sound of six of your guys’ footsteps were covered by the chattering you all did. Sometimes, none of you truly noticed how loud you were.

Only a few minutes later did you guys make it to JYP’s personal office where he held meetings with others. “Well, you’re here. And right on time.” Yuna smiled towards you. “Thanks guys,” You bounced up and down a few times anxiously. “Ahh i’m nervous guys!”

“Relax n/n, everything will be fine.” Yeji’s hand placed itself on your shoulder followed by her comforting words. “Yeah it’s just… I don’t know the way i see him on elimination shows. And i’m sensitive what if he-“

“He’s not as intimidating as he seems online, I promise.” Ryujin interrupts. You could only nod “Okay.. Okay. I’m going now” The girls wished you luck as you raised your hand to knock on the door. Hesitating, you briefly pulled it back down before putting it back up not but a few seconds later. Your brain was ordering you to knock, but your nerves got the better of you as you struggled to find the will to knock. Finally, without even realizing, it happened. Thoughts were racing through your head about running away. Before you could think anymore, the door swung open. “Y/N, hey! How are you?” The man known as none other than the JYP, was standing in front of you. Though, the moment that question left his mouth with the welcoming tone, you knew everything would be okay.

Tons of things were discussed over the brief 30 minutes you spent in that meeting room. Way too much to let out here. But let’s just say, you got amazing news.

“Thank you, thank you so much JYP. I won’t let you down.” You bid a good bye as you bowed respectfully. As soon as the door was shut, you let your excitement take over. Squealing silently as you clutched the paper that contained all the info he gave to you. Your body shook your hands back and forth as you quickly ran over to the elevator, eager to tell the girls the good news. Once you were down on the bottom floor where the lobby was located, you spotted them immediately as the elevator opened even an inch. “GUYS!” Quickly running over to your friends. “Y/N! How was it?” They were just as excited to hear the news as you were to tell it. “I’m going on tour with one of the groups here!” You said excitedly, squealing a little louder than you did before. This earned you odd looks from staff, including a gentle hushing sound coming from the receptionist at the desk. “YOURE KIDDING! WHO IS IT?” Lia grabbed your wrists and shook them, desperate to know. “Uh see, I don’t exactly know who they are…” You trailed off, you could see their smiles falter slightly. “So it’s not us unfortunately, but that’s still great for you? What’s the group name?” Although the news that you wouldn’t be touring with them was disappointing, Ryujin made sure to not let the excitement die down. This was still a very good opportunity for you. “Uh Stray Kids I think is what he said, I don’t know i’ve never really seen them.”

“Oh my god Stray Kids? Really?” You nodded as they discussed in awh with each other. Failing to gain their attention after what seemed like minutes of them discussing, you couldn’t help but snap a finger in front of their faces. “Hello? Can you tell me who they are?” Your hands threw themselves up as you felt invisible at this moment.

“Y/N no offense.. But how can you know who ATEEZ is but not Stray Kids? I swear they’re one of the most popular groups out there!!”

“It’s because he lives under a rock Yuna.” Yeji clapped back at her. Your head dropped and tilted at her. “Ha ha, very funny. I mean, are they nice..?” Lia’s head shook up and down as a response. “Extremely. Although, they’re kinda loud sometimes.” A sweet laugh followed after. “Ohhh fun, as if i don’t deal with that already.” You crossed your arms playfully and rolled your eyes. This earned a light shove from Yeji. “Rude.”

“Oh! Speaking of Stray Kids~” Lia cooed at you as she grabbed your head and positioned it to face the eight guys, who were now walking inside the lobby chatting amongst each other. Most likely they were coming back from their lunch break. As soon as you saw them, time seemed to move slowly. God were they attractive.

“I~ knew it, he’s already making googoo eyes at them.” This comment from Lia snapped you out of your trance as you whipped your head around back at her. “Shut the hell up Lia oh my god.” Glancing back to see if they had heard, thankfully they didn’t. The eight guys were too enveloped in their conversation to hear anything. “So, which one are you interested in?” Rolling your eyes again, you turned back to them. “For the last time, i’m not interested in anyone nor am I interested in a relationship.”

The five rolled their eyes. “Yeah yeah , you say that now” Shaking your head, you guys are too much sometimes. A chuckle leaving your mouth as you checked the time on your watch. “Ah, it’s almost one. I should text San and see what time he wanted to meet up.”

“Oh yeahhh, let us know how that goes.” Chaeryeong encouraged as you pulled your phone out of your pocket to text him. “I will don’t worry.”

“Well unfortunately our break is up, we have to get going now Y/N.” Yuna pouted at Ryujin’s words. You couldn’t help but pout either. “Okayyyy.. I guess i’ll let you do your jobs..” A joke left your mouth as they laughed lightly in response. All six of you quickly hugged and bidded your goodbye, promising to hang out soon.

God you loved these girls…

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sminiac · 3 months

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xikers hyung line… car sex? 🤔

BESTFRIEND YOU CANT DO THIS I’M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH BESTFRIEND.

Minjae would be a little too shameless about doing it in the front of the car, especially if you’ve been persistent with the teasing whilst being on the road: your hand inching further up his thigh while pretending to be interested in the blur of trees that whip past, the pull of your lips lingering a little longer against his at every red light that you’re caught at. Overtime the small things get him so worked up, so irritated that he’s pulling off the road at the next rest stop.

He’s a man of visuals- I mean look at him, tell me he wouldn’t be eager to get his hands on your clothes, stretching, sometimes even ripping up the fabric just so he can get a good look at the way you sink down onto him if it calls for it. Even though he demands you try to be as discrete as you can be he’ll thrust up into you at random, especially when people are around just to see if you can play it off coolly, or if you don’t hide the dead give away of lidded eyes and a parted, drooling mouth.

He’s got his seat reclined and pushed further back from the steering wheel to give you a sufficient amount of space to take place in his lap, his hand resting at the side of your neck to bring you closer into him, whispering as if there were anyone close enough in the vicinity to hear: “If somehow someone starts looking for a little too long just act like we’re talking, you can do that, right? Pretend like you aren’t sitting on my cock?”

Remainder of members under the cut!

Junmin continually fails at showing any sign of restraint when it comes to you, he’s a hopeless man who gets turned on by the smallest acts, it doesn’t even matter if they’re purposeful or not, and the teasing about how shameful it is only makes him harder. Makes himself seem more pouty, docile just so he can persuade you into touching him even when the two of you are in the middle of driving, and he’s always so ecstatic when you give in with a sigh, telling him to: “hurry then, get back there before I change my mind.”

Needs you in the backseat, privacy isn’t a concern, you know this by the volumes he manages to reach just by your hand alone, but what he really needs is the closeness of you, and he can’t get that when you’re just simply leaned over the centre console to play with him.

“Sorry- mommy, ‘m sorry!” He blathers, bracing himself against the door and leather seat that sticks hot to his skin, watching, hypnotized by the fast run of your hand slipping up and down his cock as he grips at anything near him for dear life. Explaining to him that you’re only trying to help in simple enough words that his brain will understand through the overwhelmingly present sting of overstimulation that runs all the way down to his feet. A hoarse whine exiting his lips as he forces himself to nod through heavy tears and a strained throat, he understands, he promises he does.

When Sumin is in the mood for car sex, there’s absolutely no denying him. He’s not the type that just so happens to be horny when in the vehicle, most of the time it’s a well thought out idea that he constructs all the way down to the time his picked location is the least busy with people. He likes the idea of potentially getting caught, and not knowing that the two of you will be caught, so he approaches the frequently used plan diligently so the two of you will get the best out of the experience.

He also likes knowing when the peak of occupancy comes and goes because of how he fucks, don’t get me wrong- he knows how to take things gentle, and paced, but the adrenaline running thick in his body gets him going, he especially likes making the car rock- like, literally. The space is minimal, and the windows are closed for added security so it gets hot fast, and he hates having a layer of clothes separating himself from you, hates not seeing you, feeling you.

“God- fuck, feels s’good when you’re bent over like this for me baby.” His cock settles into you at an angle you aren’t fully accustomed to yet, the position a little foreign, but enjoyable nonetheless, especially for him. “So wet, y’can hear yourself right? Hear how wet your pussy is.” His hips draw him out and then back in with a sharper, more defined thrust that highlights the sound of your arousal on skin meeting skin, he smoothes a hand over your lower back, taking in the sight. “So pretty, my pretty baby, you gonna let me make you cum like this?”

When Jin’s driving he’s doing his absolute best on paying attention to his surroundings, because you’re in the car, he wants to keep you safe, and maybe because he also wants to impress you, so sure, maybe he’ll sometimes purposely flex his biceps and chew pressure into his jaw when he knows you’re looking, but he never does it with the intent to be slutted out in the front seat of his car because you can’t keep your thoughts or hands to yourself.

He’s completely at your mercy, takes everything you give him with appreciation, muttering dumb slobbery thanks as you fuck him through his nth orgasm with the aid of the handle overhead of the door, hand splayed over the dash to keep you steady. Has a horrible memory when it comes to wiping down his car of all the marks and smudges you leave in the glass when you’re finished with him, but maybe it’s on purpose, sometimes.

You can’t help that a tingle starts to curl its way between your thighs when he looks so pretty driving, his side profile was seriously not for the weak, and you just so happened to be feeling significantly frail compared to the resistance you’d have in normality when Jin’s behind the steering wheel. He doesn’t even know it, doesn’t even care that you’re unable to physically sit still from the arousal you can feeling pooling hot and wet into your panties. He’s so sweet, doesn’t bat an eye when you’re telling him to pull over somewhere secluded enough, just to unzip his jeans and pull out his dick so your mouth can be busied by sucking while his fingers find their way behind your back and to your cunt. His thighs twitching uncontrollably once you’ve got him close, tries his best to bite back the moans from slipping, “Fuck-! Fuck, honey, g’na cum- wanna’ cum pleaseplease!”

Hyunwoo thinks he’s soooo slick, thinks he’s so smart convincing you to come and help him bring in the food he offered to pick up for the party, and you could already tell as soon as he walked in with a little stiffness to his usual sway in his walk, a catlike grin on his face coupled with overly affectionate touches that he was horny, that’s why he’s shocked stupid when you retaliate by taking the lead, pinning his wrists above his head as you ride him. He doesn’t fight it, not a bit, he lets himself indulge in the sight, the feeling. He doesn’t know what it is about the both of you still being full clothed while fucking, but it’s making him feel extremely hot.

Pulls up the lip of your skirt to see the way you repeatedly swallow down over his cock every few minutes, only quick glimpses though in case someone were to come peaking into the window, asking if the two of you were in there, where the food is he promised to bring.

“You’ll keep your mouth shut- right? Not a noise, ‘n I’ll let you cum.” He manages a singular nod, his eyes fluttering shut at the way you work him into his orgasm, is it early? Absolutely, but he’s not willing to turn it away for the sake of lasting. “S’good babe- fuckin’ me like this, god this is filthy, but you’re so wet, pussy drooling all over me.” He’s working with half of a mind, completely knocked dumb into bliss that his hips are slack under you, letting any words that come to mind loose, even things we wouldn’t normally say if the two of you were in bed, that’s just how good it feels.

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i love the last rin or shin? its so quirky and cute like satoru is absolutely so spoiled and reader does it without realizing she spoils him sooo bad😖hes so baby and a big head. he will throw a tantrum if her attention isnt on him for a sec!

but what if satoru founds out reader’s first crush was nanami? or suguru? i wanna see him throw a big fat tantrum LOL hes going to wail that reader doesnt love him and bullies whoever reader used to like and try to act like that person. or give reader the silent treatment which confuses her ?? maybe shoko accidentally puts out that reader and nanami or suguru went on one date and that puts satoru in the worst mood the entire week. yes WEEK.

ok so that one shot is from a series where both gojo AND geto are love interests, so i don’t think gojo would mind when it came to geto and the reader. but NANAMI? ohhh he’s such a big baby.

“okay!” satoru slams a hand down on your conjoined desks, startling everybody. you jolt a bit in your seat, your widened eyes trailing up and catching sight of his mischievous face.

“what is it now?” shoko drones, closing her book.

satoru sits down next to suguru, making sure to squeeze against him obnoxiously close before he’s opening his mouth with a big grin, “it’s time to talk crushes! [name]! go!!!!”

with the quickness of his finger as he points it at you and how he has no hesitancy with saying your name, both shoko and suguru knew the entire purpose of this sudden interrogation.

satoru was nosey. and a jealous bastard.

and even though suguru makes a face, he’s curious, too.

you stammer, suddenly put under the spotlight, “c-crush? me? what’s this about all of a sudden?”

“it’s not only you! everyone will say someone they’ve had a crush on! you just happen to be first,” satoru is excited, leaning in as he awaits your answer. as if he’s expecting what it’ll be.

that makes you sweat. but with the promise of everyone doing the same thing, you were more prepared to go. besides, you were kind of curious as to who were the lucky people shoko and suguru crushed on.

you fiddle with your fingers as your lips part, “well uhm,” satoru leans forward in his seat, eager. your eyes meet his for a split second. “i used to kind of have a thing for.. for kento-kun..”

…

nobody speaks for awhile. suguru and satoru’s faces contort. shoko looks close to laughing.

“i.. i didn’t know you- you liked the brooding type.” shoko takes a small breath in between as she tries to the best of her abilities not to laugh in the boys’ faces. she’s lying, with your obvious crush on suguru, she knew very well.

“it was only for like a week, i swear!!” you wave your hands in front of your face frantically, embarrassed and regretful of even answering in the first place. why did you have to set the example?

satoru has been oddly silent, you notice. which is odd because he looked so excited earlier.

you look to him and see him sporting the biggest pout. your jaw drops.

“s-satoru?!”

he turns away from you dramatically, not gracing you with an answer.

suguru’s smiling now, but it doesn’t reach his eyes and his lips are tight. you wonder what you did wrong..

shoko succumbs and snickers into her elbow.

“do you still like him?” suguru’s voice is strained, as he tries to keep up his norma demeanor.

you shake your head instantly in denial, “no! no! like i said it was just for a week! we’re just friends now..”

and even though you clarified that, and watched as a subtle relief overtook suguru’s expression. satoru was still silent.

even after you all went to your respective rooms for the night. the next day during class, and even when you all gathered your desks together again to talk about whatever whenever.

you loved satoru’s presence, it’s only been a day of him ignoring you yet your hurt was in so much pain you’d think he’d broken up with you.

suddenly, after walking shoko and suguru to their rooms, bidding them a good night, satoru latches onto you.

you’re shocked, initially, but it doesn’t take long for you to reciprocate the embrace, and satoru revels in that.

“don’t do this with nanami, okay?”

“w-why would i do this with him?”

“it doesn’t matter, just don’t do it.”

“will you stop ignoring me if i do?” what a dangerous proposal.

“of course!” he’s beaming at you again. you missed him.

of course, a hug with nanami sounds divine, but why jeopardize your special friendship with satoru over something that might never happen?

you melt in his arms and sigh with content. satoru is smug as he tightens his grip, cursing the first year in his head who probably wouldn’t even care if the entire ordeal was brought to his attention.

satoru gojo has been a spoilt brat since birth, he wasn’t sure how he would fare in school, but he’s ecstatic to say your bias towards him is worth more than any expensive object the gojo clan could provide him.

gojo is a little SHIT. and i’m sure he would still be a baby abt it in his adult years, but i also feel he would handle it just a liiiiitle bit better. anyways air head reader who enables him simply because she loves him and will do anything to keep him around. trying to write her to fit tohru and sawako because i heart them.

also thx for this ask i love detailed asks like these ur the best ever anon <333333

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I Was Pregnant (newt)

Summary: Y/n tells Newt she used to be pregnant but WCKD found out while she was being held captive

Warnings: miscarriage, angst, language, weapons, PTSD (think that’s it)

Word Count: 1.0k

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRbCBaye/ (based off this tiktok)

“No! No!” You screamed, thrashing under the nurse’s hold. “Don’t do this!” You pleaded.

You had no clue how long you had been pregnant for but WCKD believed it was early enough to get rid of it.

“Newt will kill you!”

“Shut her up.” Janson said.

One of the nurses grabbed a sedative and you thrashed harder in the other nurse's hold.

“No! Minho! Help me!” You yelled as they injected you, sending your body limp and unconscious.

Meanwhile Newt, Thomas, Brenda, Harriet, Vince and Jorge were all planning an escape for you, Minho, Aris, and Sonya.

“They will be transported by train to the last city in 3 months. We can hijack a burg and pick up the box with them in it.”

“Thomas, we're supposed to be moving forward not backwards.” Vince stated. “We’re gonna run out of time.”

He walked over to Vince so he could talk slightly quieter. “Y/n needs Newt and Newts needs Y/n. He cries himself to sleep every night. He needs her.” He explained quietly enough so Newt couldn’t hear.

“Let’s get on with it!” Newt yelled, bringing them back to the meeting. “I’d like to have a solid plan to save Minho and Y/n.”

“Right.” Thomas said, sitting back down around the table.

You woke up in one of the hospital beds, the white walls and sheets practically blinding you.

You were sore and aching and you knew what had happened as soon as you saw the puddle of blood in your bed. You wanted to cry but nothing came out so you screamed. Loud enough to get the whole facility's attention.

But unfortunately only Janson entered the room.

“You bastard! How could you do this to me?” You sobbed. “You deserve to die!”

“Aww is someone sad? Poor Newtie. How’s he gonna feel when you were bearing his child and you got rid of it?” He mocked.

“He will kill you. And if he doesn't, all the rest of them will. I can promise you that.”

“I’ll count on it.” He said sarcastically walking out of the room leaving you alone once again.

It was finally the day Newt was coming to save you.

“Let’s get a move on!” Newt yelled hoping in the truck with Fry, Harriet and Vince.

Newt was eager to save you. Like Thomas said he did cry every night. It was stressful having to go through the flare by himself.

“Coming!” Thomas yelled, hopping in the back with Harriet so he could help load all of the guns.

All the while you were getting loaded onto the train with Aris, and Sonya. “Do you know where we’re going?” You sat down next to both of them.

“No clue. I’m so sorry about your baby.” She changed the subject.

“I-It’s fine can we just move on?” You refused to cry. You felt as though it rewarded WCKD. They loved when the subjects cried.

“Sure.” She hugged you as best she could with the chains around her wrists.

A couple WCKD guards came into the cart to count you once or twice and then left you alone.

You and Sonya had fallen asleep rather quickly, But you were awoken to a loud thud and screaming.

“Y/n! Minho?” You heard Newt yell.

“Newt! Newt!” You screamed. “Newt!” You screamed until you couldn’t anymore. And then you saw sparks around the door. Someone was coming to save you.

You sat there heart racing waiting for the door to be knocked down. You were ready to see the culprit and you hoped to God it was Newt.

Please, please, please. You wished in your head. Then the door was knocked down and you were met by Newt and Thomas.

“Newt!” You exclaimed. He ran over to you and wrapped his arms around you. “Newt.” You sobbed.

“It’s okay I’m here we’re gonna get you out of here.” He pets your hair.

“Thank you. Thank you.” You repeated so grateful that they came to save you.

“I have to help Thomas now okay? I’ll be back I promise.” He gave you a quick peck on your head and then ran off with the dark haired boy.

“They came back.” You turned to Sonya and Aris. “They came back.” You repeated almost in shock.

“Yes Y/n he came back for you.” She comforted you.

“No but what happens when Newt finds out about the baby?” Tears threatened to fall.

“It’ll be okay Y/n I promise. He will still love you. He loves you so much and there’s still time.”

“Thank you Sonya.”

Once everyone had gotten back to the right arm they quickly realized Minho wasn’t in the same cart as you, Sonya, and Aris. Which meant they would eventually have to go back for him but for now you just sat comforted by your favorite people.

You sat in silence for the most part except for the occasional ‘are you okays’ and ‘I love yous’ from Newt.

You were reluctant to tell him about the baby but you gained enough courage and strength to pull him into the other room and tell him.

You sat down in one of the chairs while he pulled a chair right next to you.

“Newt there’s something I need to tell you.” You sighed hoping he would understand.

“What is it, love?”

“Well…” A couple tears rolled down your face.

“Woah sweat heart? What happened?” He kneeled in front of you.

“While I was in WCKD… I was pregnant.” He gasped, causing you to stop. “But Janson found out before you saved us and ‘got rid of it’”

“No… this can’t be happening. No, no.” He cried.

“I’m sorry. I-I there was nothing I could do. T-they held me down. T-they put me to slee-…”

“I’ll kill them.” Newt interrupted.

“W-what?” Of course you had told Janson that but you didn’t think Newt would want the same thing.

“I’ll. Kill. Him.” He grabbed your hands. “I’m so sorry they did that to you. Considering how hard it is to find out my child was taken away from me it’s got to be at least 3 times worse for you. I’m so sorry Y/n.”

“I-I love you Newt.” He stood up.

“I love you too Y/n.” You stood up with him and kissed him passionately.

“I won’t ever let anyone hurt you ever again.” He hugged you.

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