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I just need you all to know that I am still not over Reneé Rapp’s Bite Me Tour and I cry at least once a day about it

[spicymochi]

two colorful dinos! 🌈

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Samuel L. Jackson and Brie Larson Play “Name the Review”

[nunyabznsbabes]

Every day I'm angry about how Yellowjackets squandered Simone Abara's potential. They're giving Jeff Sadecki complex characterization and Simone showed up for two seconds last season just to talk to Van. Her beloved politician wife killed their dog and put his head on a basement crawlspace altar. She was never real to Tai, she was all Tai ever wanted, she stayed for years without hearing a word of what happened in the woods, she knew about Van, she left the second she thought their son was in danger. She was married to the mask of a woman desperately pretending it was her real face. She should be the main character of twelve million complicated couple horror movies and, I repeat, she showed up for two seconds last season. Racism kills good storytelling. ENOUGH.

[vaelerius]

endless gifs of rhea - 783 / ∞

[rhiannonsknife]

FUCK AROUND & FIND OUT.

» yellowjackets x gn!reader.

synopsis:

when one of your teammates finds out that you’re packing, it leads to a series of interesting events → based on this request.

— warnings: college au. nsfw content. mdni. strap-on usage. the strap being referred to as dick/cock. semi-public sex. hand- & blowjobs. implied voyeurism/exhibitionism. porn with no plot whatsoever.

and i raise you: before it ever gets to any actual locker room sex, some of the yellowjackets each try to make their own move on you….college au, where you’ve only just escaped your conservative hometown, figuring you could finally explore & experiment with packing without it drawing quite so much attention, except now your entire fucking soccer team is suddenly very interested in you and, more importantly, that particular appendage.

jackie is the first to try her luck, breezily approaching you in the locker room after practice to offer you a ride home. only she doesn’t actually drive you home, which becomes apparent pretty fucking quickly when she starts taking turn after turn onto increasingly deserted roads. before long, you’re somewhere in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, the last few houses & signs of life long gone behind you, and jackie’s car finally rolls to a stop at the side of an all but empty road.

jackie who quickly assures you that you’re not in any trouble, clearly seeing the bewildered look on your face, but who insists that, as captain, she has a responsibility to make sure all of her players are alright and know what they’re doing. your first thought, honest to god, is that she’s about to kick you off the team, but then jackie’s hand suddenly, and against all fucking odds, comes to rest on your thigh. it’s only then that you realize she’s shaking, too, while straight ahead through the windshield, her lips parted and panting.

“is this…okay?” she murmurs, watching you from the corner of her eye as her hand starts traveling further up, nails pointedly dragging across the bare skin of your thigh. it dawns on you, then, as you lean back in the seat of jackie taylor’s car, what she’s after. her fingers leave goosebumps in their wake, further up, towards the hemline of your shorts and then some (confirming your suspicions), until the palm of her hand looms over the bulge that you always thought was rather subtle, but which now, even to your own eyes, stands out like a sore thumb. “can i..?” jackie asks again, not yet applying any actual pressure to the strap, keeping her touch featherlight. the thing is, you know you should say no. more than that, you should get out of this car right about now, because there is no way this isn’t a trap, no way jackie isn’t doing this to humiliate you. and yet, instead of even attempting to reach for the handle, you find yourself nodding breathlessly. jackie lets out a shaky sigh that you assume is relief at not having made a complete fool of herself now that you’ve given her permission to touch, and averts her gaze to your lap to follow the movement of her hand. at first, she’s only cupping the bulge shyly, her manicured nails catching against the fabric strained over your dick, and if it was real, you imagine it would be throbbing in jackie’s hand, aching to be freed from the restrictive shorts. she gives you an experimental squeeze, then, looking back at your face to see how you groan in response. “oh…” jackie whispers, more to herself, repeating the motion and eliciting a similar reaction. encouraged, she properly strokes, then, her fist closing around whatever she can get hold of through the loose fabric, and dragging along the silicone shaft. jackie bites her lip when it has you lifting your hips from the leather seat, thrusting forward to chase a touch that you can’t even fucking feel. the visual alone, though, of jackie’s hand wrapped around your dick (real or not), is enough for your clit to pulse under its base, slick pooling in the crotch of your underwear. “you’re-” she whispers, squeezing your length once, “you’re so hard.” that draws the first actual, strangled moan from your lips. “h-holy shit, jackie, i-“ jackie hushes you as she leans over the center console to help you out of your pants. at least now it makes sense why she drove you into the middle of nowhere for this, with no one else nearby to potentially catch the captain of the national soccer champions giving her teammate a handjob in her car. panting, you watch your shorts come down, pooling at your feet so that she has a clear view, both of the harness attached to your hips & the dildo jutting out from between your thighs. you’d be more embarrassed if jackie didn’t immediately close her fist around the shaft again, not leaning out of your space for it this time. she doesn’t kiss you, like part of you expected her to, but you can feel her panting against the side of your neck as she keeps jerking you off, once even spitting into her palm to make its glide along your length smoother with her spit. needless to say, that car ride home (not long after jackie has made you cum entirely untouched by skillfully grinding the base of the strap-on against your clit with each downward motion, until you went rigid in your seat) is tense, neither of you speaking as you struggle to comprehend what the fuck just happened and how you’re supposed to deal with it, from now on.

mari is the next person to approach you, not long after the jackie incident. you don’t even question how she knows about it, whether fucking everyone on the team has known all along without you noticing, or jackie told her. frankly, you can’t, because by the time it occurs to you that mari has absolutely no business knowing about the strap hidden under your clothes, she’s down on her knees, sputtering around your length in an attempt to fit most of it down her throat.

mari who sucks you off in the locker room showers, hiding in there while she waits for everyone else to leave, only to call you over under the guise of having gotten a dirt stain on her back. turns out there is no stain, and mari is already wrapped in a towel, too (because apparently getting down on her knees for you completely naked would’ve been one step too far) by the time you make your way into the communal showers.

you’re not given the chance to think much of it, though, before you’re slammed against the tiled wall, mari batting her lashes up at you as she taps along your abdomen with her free hand until she locates the bulge, prominent as ever. “oh! so- so jackie was right!” she mutters cryptically, stepping back and pulling her hand away like this was all she was trying to do. only mari’s eyes keep flicking toward the strap’s outline, her bottom lip caught between her teeth thoughtfully. “is it true you let her touch?” she asks, jerking her chin downward. “that-that thing?” and, sure, she could’ve phrased that nicer, but there’s no time for you to comprehend that, either, before the offer comes, both blunt and even more straightforward than jackie had been about it, when mari blurts that she could ‘even take it in her mouth,’ and that ‘jackie probably didn’t do that, huh?’ a couple of minutes later, and here mari is, kneeling on the tiles in nothing but a towel, still peering up at you with her lips stretched thin around the girth of your cock. she’s got her fingers wrapped around the base, as if you actually need any stimulation there, as if it’s fucking real, jerking off what of the silicone won’t fit into her mouth. once again, you’re lucky it’s not a real dick, actually, because if it were, you doubt you’d last more than a few seconds before stumbling through a pathetic, premature climax with how mari moves along your length, sucking the toy’s tip with an obscene slurping sound before lowering her head once more, and bobbing it along for good measure. her tongue is pressed against its underside, licking over the fake veins, there, so that, when she pulls away, it glistens with saliva. “jesus, easy.” mari scolds, and you realize that those moans that’d been echoing through the showers were coming from your mouth. your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, watching wide-eyed as she begins covering your shaft in kisses, working her way up before she’s close enough to take the tip into her mouth again. your head drops back against the tiles, groaning as mari’s shiny lips wrap around your dick once more. she’s taking you so deep her nose is pressed into your abdomen, breath puffing hot against the thin hairs below your navel, cheeks all hollowed out even as mari briefly struggles not to gag. you have no idea how much time passes, or how long she’s at it. it’s hard to keep track of, while watching her suck you off, but eventually mari pulls back with a sputter, a string of spit stretching between her mouth & the silicone until she wipes it away with the back of her hand. “f-fuck, mar-” you stammer, at a loss for words, “you’re so-” “yeah, yeah.” mari waves you off as she fixes the towel around her chest and stands. “don’t get all weird about it, gaywad. i just wanted to know if what cap said was true.”

it is lottie who next finds you, once again in the locker room, though this time it’s during practice, and that might be the most shameless approach of them all. like mari, she waits until everyone else has tied their shoes and filed out, and even the last player has finished fixing her hair in the mirror by the door, and hurried after the rest, before finally making her way over to you.

you’re still sitting on the bench, a leg drawn up to your chest as you fiddle with your cleats, and so, with her already being pretty tall, lottie practically towers above you. she tilts her head and smiles, but only when she stays like that, and makes no move to leave, even after you’ve smiled back, you begin to suspect what she’s here for, and that she’s heard about it from either jackie or mari, because, fuck, when has mari ever kept anything to herself? lottie doesn’t mention them, though, as she steps closer, still asking if it’s okay and waiting for your breathless nod before swinging her leg over yours & straddling your lap.

you hiss, your fingers frantically curling around the bench’s edge, unsure where else to put them as the pressure of lottie’s weight presses the base of your strap against your core. “shit, lottie, what are you-” lottie silences you by wordlessly leaning in and taking your wrists in her hands, guiding them toward her waist. “here,” she whispers, so close you can feel her breath against your face. and then she’s rolling her hips, and you actually think you’re gonna die right then and there. it’s slow at first, a barely detectable motion that could easily pass for her shifting around and getting more comfortable on top of you. you’re still in public, after all, and all it would take for you to get caught is someone walking into the locker room now because they forgot something. but then lottie puts more of her weight into it and picks up the pace, so that the bench creaks under the two of you and there’s no longer any denying that. “fuck…” you whisper, gripping her waist tighter. lottie smiles and drapes her arms over your shoulders, pulling her upper body even closer to yours as she keeps grinding her hips against the bulge in your pants. you’re face to face like this, so close you’re starting to wonder if she’ll be the first to kiss you. and while she doesn’t (just buries her face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily), the pace still picks up, and if there was any doubt left about it before, it goes straight out the window. without thinking, you press your hips up, the tip of your dick, judging by her body’s reaction, aligning perfectly with her clit: even through both your shorts, you can feel the warmth, the heat of lottie’s cunt, growing. “l-lottie-” you stammer, eyes fluttering shut at the throbbing of your own clit intensifying. you’re torn, unsure if you’d rather just tear all your clothes off and sink into her, let her ride you for real, or reach down your underwear and touch yourself to take care of the thrumming there, your pulse beating between your legs. there isn’t enough time for either: while you’re busy getting into your own head about it, lottie’s rocking against you becomes more frantic, and your name is gasped against the side of your throat over and over again, in time with the short thrusts, until lottie’s pleasure reaches its peak and she shudders through her climax on top of you, more warmth spreading where she’s rocking her pussy against your cloth covered dick. her moans subside not long after that, mouth still open as lottie drags it along your neck and then away, pulling back to look at you. you wonder if she’s going to have to change out of those shorts, because, surely, her underwear must be fucking drenched, and what you wouldn’t do to feel for yourself, except she’s already getting up, brushing her hair behind her ear with a small smile before leaving you to it, still sitting on that bench, breathless and soaked.

after lottie in the locker room there is, at first, nothing. neither jackie, nor mari or lottie approach you again, nor do they treat you any differently, and although you sometimes catch the three of them whispering among themselves, the lack of initiative from them doesn't make you think anything of it. it’s at a party at lottie’s, a couple of weeks later, that it next comes up: by nat, of all people.

nat who corners you in one of the many bathrooms in the house, asking you to come with her to fix her makeup, only to bring it up conversationally, there: leaning over the sink, nat swipes at the smudged eyeliner under one eye with the pad of her thumb and starts: “you know i’ve heard some shit about you...” eyes turning to your reflection. instinctively, you look yourself over to check for any visible bulge in your pants, and the next time you drag your gaze back up to natalie in the mirror, she’s grinning. “i fucking knew it.” she says.

nat is also the first on the team who wants you to fuck her properly, not just a hand- or blowjob: right from the start, she’s direct about that, hopping onto the sink before pulling you into the space between her spread legs by the belt loops, unzipping your pants and shoving them down so she can get the strap out. from there, the rest happens in a hazy blur, and, in hindsight, you’ll struggle to recall any details, but between wet kisses and nat pulling your hand between her thighs to make sure she’s wet enough to take it, you eventually end up pushing the strap into her. nat’s back arches as you sink inside, past that initial stretch, her nails digging into your back through the fabric of your shirt as she moans into your ear and pulls you in for another messy kiss. crossing her ankles behind the small of your back, she forces you so much deeper that another moan spills from her lips. “fuck!” nat pants as she tilts her head to catch your eye. using the eye contact as an opportunity, you pull your hips back, watching the pleasure flash over nat’s features in real time, then slam forward again, your cock pushing in all the way to the hilt. she groans, too loud given there’s still a whole party right outside that door, but you don’t find it in yourself to tell her to be quiet. instead, you repeat the motion and draw the moan out. it only grows lewder when nat lifts her ass off the sink as much as she can without outright falling off to meet you halfway. “fuck, feels so good,” she sputters, head tipped back, exposing the full length of her throat. over the sounds nat is making, there’s still the wet squelching each time you sink into her, the wetness dripping from her entrance, soaking your dick. whenever you pull back, there’s also the resistance of her walls clamping down around it, and you can’t help but groan, wishing you could actually feel her cunt and how it squeezes your shaft. for now, you opt for the next best thing: looking down between your bodies, at the sight of nat’s pussy practically swallowing your cock, below where she’s started touching herself, panting as she circles her clit in time with your thrusts. “fucking- shit!” she moans, only encouraging you to pump your hips harder, fucking her faster, as nat busies herself with desperately rubbing her clit. you’re so caught up in it that neither of you notices when the door opens behind you (and, shit, nat hadn’t locked it when you walked in here, had she?), not even the sudden rush of music & voices from the party beyond it enough to snap you out of it. it’s only at the sound of shauna’s voice, gasping: “fuck, sorry!” and the slam of the door falling shut again, that the two of you belatedly jump apart. the strap, still stained in nat’s arousal, slaps up against your abdomen with the force with which you pull away from her, and nat, despite shauna no longer being in the room with you, curses under her breath as she hurriedly pulls her clothes back into place. “shit,” she says. “was that shauna?” “i- i think so?” realizing the moment is well & truly over, you stuff the strap back into your underwear and fumble with your belt to buckle it. “fuck.” nat shakes her head before hopping down from the sink and looking at you apologetically. “i’ll- i’ll go talk to her, yeah?” she says. “explain this.” while she’s already steady on her feet again, fully recovered from the interruption, you still feel weak in the knees, caught off guard by how quickly you’ve gone from fucking to this. “yeah, okay.” without much of another choice, you nod in agreement, running a hand through your sweaty hair as you watch nat slip out of the bathroom.

you don’t know what nat said to shauna, or what happened after, between all of them. as a matter of fact, you don’t know how it could ever come down to this, no matter what she said to anyone. because it is, for lack of a better word, fucking insane; this habit you fall into. having had something going on with nearly half the team at this point, it’s not nearly as awkward as you would’ve imagined it would be, had you given the possibility of having sex with one of your teammates in front of the rest any particular thought. but not even in your wildest fantasies did you ever picture yourself in that position.

so, at the end of the day, it’s probably a good thing, letting the others take care of that, figure it out behind your back before proposing their plan to you. it does become a thing, rather quickly. a good luck charm, is how jackie likes putting it, because you can hardly go around calling it what it actually is outside the locker room: before games, sometimes after them, as a treat, you’ll come together in the locker rooms, usually either earlier, before any staff can get there, or long after everyone else has left, so there’s no chance you’ll ever get caught bending one of them over, or having them lie back on the benches, legs spread around you as the others watch you fuck them, waiting for their turn to either take the strap or clean it up, afterwards, tasting their teammates on it.

[riverdaleladiesdaily]

oh no, i forgot my TV soulmate

[bucksplum]

❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐧 ❞

allie hayes x fem!reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: honesty finally slips past your lips after years of lying.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: mdni!!; angst!; hurt/no-comfort; barely edited; lemme know if I missed any!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2.1k 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲: guys...I tried making this as sad as possible but thots kept invading my brain ;-;, lemme know if it's so...

How many promises has one person ever broken in their life?

It's a question many people rarely ask themselves in their lives. Because what person would want to think of their failures? Nobody. Not even you.

Ever since you were a child, you prided yourself on your ability of never going back on your word unless necessary. That never changed as you grew up, and as your friendships grew stronger, so did your will to keep that promise.

Though in recent months, the promise has become harder and harder to keep.

From an outside perspective, it looked like a normal on-and-off relationship in college. Something people experience at least once in their lives and it was something you understood. Especially after Allie had explained how she grew up watching her parents love and support one another in a way one can only read in fairytales.

She would even often say it's character development with that adorably bright smile—forgetting that she wasn't the only one who was supposed to be developing.

It being repetitive was one thing, you could handle that easily—watching the woman who made your heart ache pine for another was a different situation entirely.

You watch them now as they talk a little ways away from you and Hannah's spot. Allie's arm was swinging his lightly, talking animatedly like the theatre kid that she is as he, with all the stupidity that only a man can have while an amazing girl is talking to him, was looking down on his phone.

She had told you that they were talking, just two people talking and possibly reconnecting. A possibility that is extremely likely to happen because it already has before.

The sight made you let out a breath, giving her a terse smile when she looked back at you and Hannah. 

The latter had rambled on about a showcase she needed to perform in for her tuition but she stopped when she caught your repeated looks, waiting with a tilted head and a smirk splitting her face, watching you watch the couple until you finally noticed her silence and felt her sharp eyes on you.

"Sorry, Han," You chuckled nervously, sneaking another glance at Allie as your grip on your cup tightens, sweaty palms desperate to keep hold of it. "What were you saying? Something about a showcase?"

"You know you're not subtle right?" The glance you look made her smile widen even more, especially at your increasingly flustered state.

"What?"

You were sweating fucking bullets. Hannah hummed, snatching your wrist raptly, guiding you away from the Allie's line of sight. Stopping just short off a tree, she pulled you in closer with an excited jump.

"You are so not subtle with this whole…" She gestured a circle with her finger. "Longing thing."

"I am not longing—"

"Yeah, cause I definitely didn't see you forget words earlier when she walked out in that outfit."

Alright. She got you there.

She was wearing a pretty yellow zip-up and a multitude of jewelry that complimented her tan skin—a combination that caused a momentary lapse on your vocabulary when she exited her room.

It was new, you noted when she spun for you, catching her by surprise. Her breathy 'yeah' still echoed in your brain when she gushed at you that it was only a few dollars at the thrift store. 

Only for her gushing to lessen when Sean said he'd thought she'd worn it before.

"Hannah, that's ridiculous!" You laughed incredulously. You feel your cheeks burn—if Hannah could see through you this easily, who's to say Allie hasn't already?

If she knew, she was probably pretending to be oblivious for the sake of preserving the three-year relationship. And you wouldn't blame her, because you'd rather have her as a friend than not have her at all.

"It's not if it's true." Hannah countered, an encouraging smile splitting her face. She placed a hand on your cheek then, squeezing your hand with the other. "You haven't even tried and you're already backing out?"

"It wouldn't even matter. She's never gonna give up on him, Hannah. We both know it."

Allie told you herself. During a drunken night where you girls were able to sneak in two bottles of wine and by the end of the night, she was almost falling off the couch as you admired her adorably flushed cheeks through the rim of your glass.

Allie had been leaning her head on your shoulder, laughing against your skin at Hannah's slurring speech. It had been when Hannah mentioned a finance bro in her class that Allie went quiet.

Her quiet sniffles were what followed. You comforted her, of course, but you had done so with hesitant and carefully chosen words that assured her that he'd come crawling back—like he always does, you added, and by the look on Hannah's face, you'd done so bitterly. Your heart clenching in your chest when you saw some hope shine her eyes.

She had fallen asleep not a few seconds later, drained from both the tears and the wine. Right there, snuggled right into the crook of your neck. Her lashes damp against your skin.

When you moved her to her bed and placed a cup of water and an anvil on her nightstand, Hannah looked at you the same way she was looking at you now. All knowing and smug with a smirk splitting her cheeks.

"I know that." The girl in front of you replied. "But, what's the harm in waiting a while? Y'know, maybe they'll figure out they weren't meant for each other and you get to swoop in and grab your girl."

You looked at her skeptically. "Since when were you so against her and Sean getting back together?"

"Since I found out that one of my best friends is desperately in love with—"

"Okay! First of all; that's enough out of you, Ms. Wells." Your hand shot out to cover her mouth, earning a weird look from a couple of bystanders. "Second: I am not gonna 'swoop in'—I'm not that type of gal. And third, I'm not gonna—"

"Do it because you're afraid of rejection?"

Your stomach dropped at the thought, sputtering a "No!" but you could tell that Hannah was less than convinced.

"I just—I need to get over it." You concede, not even hiding the disappointment in your voice as you gave her a smile, the corners of your lips wavering. Hannah was about to shake her head—an encouragement at the ready—but your voice stopped her. "Please. Can we let this go?"

You went to walk back to your previous spot, intent on grabbing a drink, but your footsteps faltered at the sight of Allie's eyes on Sean—looking at him oh so softly, mirroring your own eyes whenever she stood before you.

Something in your chest clenched—it wasn't the usual soft tug whenever you caught sight of her, no, it felt as though somebody dug their nails through your heart before squeezing and dropping it in your stomach, leaving it there to bleed out.

You left before the sting in your eyes got worse.

Because you couldn't even blame him for this on and off relationship.

Not when Allie was extremely easy to love. Her easy smile and her unwavering love had you hooked immediately. Though it was her steady pride and determination that had you falling for her.

She was so easy to love even with exhaustion clinging in your bones and sleep dragging you to your couch, her unceremonious entrance in your shared dorm that shook you from your nap endeared you more than it annoyed you.

Her doe eyes had widened at the sight of you and Hannah slumped on the couch, the latter was dead to the world, and giggled at the confusion that twisted your face.

You thought she'd still be at the fundraiser.

Her perfume invaded your senses when she leaned down to kiss your forehead. And what would usually have you leaning into her had you flinching away, tautly sitting up tautly to put as much space between you.

The behavior was odd enough for her to chuckle nervously, feeling as though she'd overstepped a boundary that had never been there before.

But the first step to moving on is the distinction between platonic touches and romantic ones, and forehead kisses—despite its significance in your friendship—are messing with your mind too much.

You continue to stare at her when she continued her hesitant, but still vivacious movements, before she couldn't keep it to herself anymore.

Allie knelt on front of you, lip caught between her teeth.

"Sean and I talked."

Even though you've heard those words repeatedly the past two years, nothing could've still prepared you when it slipped past her lips.

"….oh."

Her face fell.

"What?"

"Nothing! Nothing. Just—" You gave her tight smile, heart hammering in your chest while your throat closed. "That's good right? Great, even!"

But Allie was nothing if not stubborn. Her hand wrapped around your wrist and before you could protest, she already had you in her room, the door shutting softly behind you.

"What's going on? Why'd you react like that?" She crossed her arms, guarded—or, you could say defensive.

You wrung the hand that she held, trying to get rid of the fluttering in your chest at the contact. "I told you, it's nothing."

"You're a terrible liar." 

God, you really need to work on that.

Her face twisted in suspicion, already ticked off when she saw Hannah drag you behind a tree at the fundraiser. She remembered swallowing harshly at the sight of the girl's hand in yours. What was so secretive that she couldn't even see you?

"I tell you good news and—"

"Is it good news?" You couldn't help but interrupt, the words you've been fighting for two years finally slipping past your lips.

You should've felt guilty when she flinched as though you've struck her, but what sat in your chest felt more like relief. Relief that you aren't lying to her anymore.

Well, more or less.

"That's not fair." A rare anger twisted her face, heat flushing her cheeks as her voice wavered. "You know that's not fair."

"I know it isn't. Not to you. Not when you have to go through those emotional stages again and again because you're so desperate for it to work when it clearly isn't." Allie stepped closer to you, a rebuttal at the tip of her tongue, but your next words had her stopping in her tracks.

"And it's not fair to me." You swallowed thickly.

"What do you—?"

"I'm tired, Allie," You chuckled wetly, nose burning as you felt tears prickle your eyelids. "I tried encouraging you to go for your love because I know how important it is to you, but, I—I can't anymore. Not when I'm here. Seeing you; everything you are and everything you can be while that selfish bastard expects you to drop everything for him—"

Allie breathed out your name, her face twisting in confusion. "I—I didn't—"

"You knew. I think—at least a little bit. I mean I was never subtle." A self-deprecating laugh rumbled out of your chest.

"No, no, no. I, I never." Brown curls sway when she shook her head softly. She was looking at you like she was seeing you now, yet somehow, somehow that made it worse.

Something cold coated your veins, exposed under her unwavering gaze. The look on her face was unreadable, unnerving you even more when she sat down slowly on her bed.

"It doesn't matter anyway…" You draw back, fingers blindly reaching for her door because despite the turmoil behind her eyes, you couldn't bring yourself to look away from her. Not when this is probably the last time she'll allow you to be within reach. 

"I'm uh, I'm sorry, Allie."

The last thing you saw before the door shut behind you was her head buried in her curls, her brown eyes distant. Distant in a way that was different whenever she'd lose Sean. 

Because Allie didn't just lose a friend. She didn't just lose her rock, the one that pulled her from endless waves that kept her off balance. She lost someone who was somehow more—someone who teetered at the edge of friendship, who she loved the moment you entered her life.

You brought change, and dare she say, a possibility.

A possibility she was afraid to confront. A change that she ignored in favor of making things that were familiar work.

And as you let the door shut softly behind you, you realize now—now you have a count.

For you, it was one promise.

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[andremichaux]

the one where jennifer aniston breaks character

“When you watch the show and see Rachel [cover her mouth] a lot… that’s Jennifer hiding her laugh. Just so everybody knows.” - Matt LeBlanc

FRIENDS (1994 - 2004)

Bonus:

the one where matt leblanc breaks character

[screaminglygay]

The Love Initiative (ten minutes)

pairing: rio vidal x reader, past rio x agatha

summary: you get ten minutes with each of the girls, next one is the scary rio vidal.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: still reality show flirtng... so not the greatest

an: thank you for all the support!!:)

Outside of the room, Sam is enjoying himself far too much. Carol would say way too much. The pilot shifts her weight for what feels like the hundreth time tonight. Sam notices immediately.

"Comfortable?"

Carol narrows her eyes, "very."

"Liar."

"Hostile work enviroment."

"You volunteered, Danvers," Sam smirks.

"I regret it."

"You regret potentially meeting the love of your life?" He pushes the blonde once again.

"No, I´m regreting you."

"Ouch. Too bad I don´t care," he shrugs.

Carol groans at his words. The rest of the women seem entertained by this ongoing disaster. Even Natasha´s lips twitch, Wanda is fully smiling and Yelena looks like she already place a bet with Agatha and Kate.

"You´re doing this bullying all night," she points a finger at Sam.

"I have no idea what you´re talking about," Sam shakes his head.

"You´re enjoying my suffering," Carol continues with her grumpy ramble.

Sam gasps dramatically, "I would never!"

The look on Carol´s face says otherwise. Without breaking eye contact, Sam randomly chooses another person. Looks down, then immediately starts laughing.

Carol closes her eyes, "no."

"No, indeed," he chuckles.

"You´ve got to be kidding me," the pilot throws her hands around.

"I´m not, it just means fate is hilarious," everyone is at least smiling now, only Carol is looking like the grumpy cat. "The next ten minutes goes to…" he pauses, mostly for Carol´s benefit, "Rio Vidal."

Carol drops her head backward and the entire group can´t help but laughs, even Rio. "Unfortunate," she says calmly.

"For you or Carol?" Sam asks.

Rio glances toward Carol, "yes."

Carol points, "see? I like her." Rio simply nods her head. Then turns toward the private room.

Unlike everyone else tonight, she doesn´t seem excited, or nervous, or eager, to be honest. Not that she doesn´t care, she does, but after everything she is still very patient, knowing she will get what she wants and she never has to rush.

The door slides open and you look up, making you sit straighter. Your body just decides it´s the correct response to someone like her coming in. Rio notices, the corner of her mouth twitches, "relax."

You laugh nervously, "I´m trying."

"Well… you´re doing pretty shitty job at it."

"Thanks, Rio." You clap your hands together.

"You´re welcome." Rio steps further into the room, her outfit still looking professional, sleeves neatly rolled. After few hours, everything about her still looks efortless. Which is deeply unfair.

She sits across from you, not beside you. And you´re not a big Colombo to know that it´s intentional. She´s giving you space, or studying you, or pretty much both. For a moment neither of you speaks. The silence isn´t uncomfortable.

"Are you tired?" Rio asks.

You blink, "that´s your first question?"

"You look exhausted."

You suddenly become aware of all of them, fantastic. "You´re reading me."

"Oh," she isn´t wrong, you laugh, not taking it as an insult. "a little."

Rio nods, "I figured." Her gaze drifts briefly toward your hands, then your posture and your leg bouncing up and down. Every tiny moment is easy to noticed by her.

Rio´s eyebrows lift, "reading you?" You give her a look, "occupational hazard."

You hum, " so what have you figured out?"

She studies you for few more second, even though she doesn´t really need to, "you´re worried about making the wrong choice." Your stomach drops, but Rio continues, "you´re trying to enjoy yourself while also treating this seriously and perhaps your last chance with love." Rio tilts her head, "and… you´re overthinking every interaction after it ends."

Now you´re just offended, "I don´t like this game anymore."

Rio laughs softly, it´s a nice sound, "you asked."

"I did, but you´re scary."

"Noted," the weird tension is now gone. After a few seconds of silence, Rio speaks up again. "What did Agatha make you think?"

The question catches you completely off guard, "Agatha?"

Rio nods. This time you study her carefully, trying to figure out if its a trap. With Rio, it probably is, but you asnwer her anyway, "she was fun."

Rio hums, "she is."

The asnwer comes too quickly, too naturally. Like she knows that forever, which… she has. You hasitate, but then decide to go for it. "So what´s exactly happened between you two?"

Rio´s smile appears instantly, "there it is."

You groan, "not you too. If anything you started with Agatha, not me."

"What?"

"The question."

"No, no," Rio waves her hand, "I´m considerably more cooperative than Agatha." That sounds suspicious, but she continues, "we dated."

"Okay."

"More than once."

"Okay." Now this is interesting.

"That was generally the problem," you laugh, not at that statement, just the way Rio says it, which makes her smile widens slightly. "we met at the wrong time." That sounds genuine.

You wait, expecting more, but Rio remains silent and you narrow your eyes, "that´s it?"

Rio tilts her head, "what do you mean?"

"That´s all you giving me?"

"I answered."

"You didn´t aswer."

"I absolutely answered." You stare at Rio and she stares back, unbothered and patient. And somehow you realize she is right, she did asnwer, yet you didn´t learn anything.

"Technically you did, you even answered more than Agatha did, but… not really. You used your power of manipulation.." you chuckle.

"I prefer the term redirected," she lifts her finger.

"That´s worse."

"It isn´t. I just don´t want to share my past with the whole country."

"I thought you would say with me," you meet her eyes.

"I wouldn´t mind it sharing it with you, just those guys," she nods towards the camera.

You soften and nod, "fair point."

Rio´s smile grows and for the first time tonight, she looks less intimidating, the big wolf is still in her, but smaller, or maybe more cute.

"It´s really easy to talk to you," Rio starts.

"Is that so?"

"Uhm, you don´t perform, you don´t fake who you are, you´re… you."

"I absolutely perform," you laugh nervously.

"You try… but you´re not so good at it. Eventually you forget and then it´s just you." Something in your chest tightens, because she´s right. Again. And that´s becoming a problem.

"Okay, fine… enough about me. What about you, besides your cool detective work?"

Rio smiles, "I´m not a detective, I´m consultant."

"Do you have a badge?" You cut her off slightly.

Rio laughs this time, she nods, "I do have a badge, yes."

"Cool. Very cool."

"So all this time I could just seduce you with my badge?" Rio Vidal is joking now and you love this version of her.

"Maybe," you shrug with a smirk on your face.

The timer suddenly sounds, both of you look up, annoyed. Rio sighs softly, "that´s unfortunate."

"Few more questions and I would make you talk about Agatha again," you chuckle and Rio smiles.

"No chance," she shakes her head.

"At least you´re honest," you chuckle as you both stand up.

"Always," the answer comes immediately.

The room suddenly feels smaller, she studies you one last time. "One piece of advice," you nod, "stop trying to predict how this ends." Your eyebrows lift, Rio´s expression softens, "people are rarely who they seem at first."

Something abut the way she says it makes you wonder whether she´s talking about the women or herself. Before you can ask, Rio steps closer, not enought to touch, but close enough to lower her voice.

"And for the record?" Your heart prepares for disaster, "I don´t mind waiting." You swallow, but you nod somehow, "good things usually find their way to me eventually."

And then she leaves, just like that, leaving you standing there. Wondering whether you´d just been flirted with, manipulated, threatened or all three. Probably all three. Which, unfortunately, is becoming a recurring problem in this villa.

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[lottienats]

GILLIAN ANDERSON as DANA SCULLY The X Files, ‘The Field Where I Died’

[screaminglygay]

The Love Initiative (ten minutes)

pairing: yelena belova x reader

summary: you get ten minutes with each of the girls, next one is the one and only yelena belova.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: the same as always... bad flirting (sorry not sorry)

an: the more i write for yelena, the more i yearn for that lady

Three more to go, thirty minutes in total and three beauitful ladies… it´s guarantee you will die. Somehow you feel like you´re on top of the mountain, but at the same time you can´t breathe at all. You can´t sit still, your knees are bumping up and down. It´s emberassing how nervous you still are. This will look bad on…

Camera slides from Wanda who is walking back to her place, to te women still waiting for their ten minutes to shine. Across the room, Sam and Carol lock eyes once again. At this point, nobody is enterily sure whether they´re participating in a dating show or some bizarre competetive rivaly.

"It looks like Wanda was scoring more than she will ever admit, looks like your chance are getting lower, ladies." He says, looking directly at Carol, with a teasing grin.

"Or the best are going at the end," Rio ads, she didn´t mean to, but she kinda supported Carol in a way. Which makes Carol smirk and nod, "very true," the blonde mumbles under her breath.

Sam, "whatever helps you sleep at night," his hand move to draw another name, "and the next person is…" another dramatic pause, "Yelena Belova." He smirks, "close Danvers, it is a blonde, just another not you, what a shame." He has to do it on purpose.

Yelena smirks and nods, already going to you, not waiting for anything. Sam can´t even finish whatever joke he has prepared. The second she enters the room, the atmoshphere shifts. Not the way Natasha or Agatha did, it is more subtle now.

Yelena stops in front of you, looks at you, "you look better, than I thought."

"… thank you?" Before you can figure out whather you´ve been complimented, Yelena drops onto the couch. Is that her way of flirting? You´re not sure.

She hooks one arm over the back of the couch and studies you, like it´s another thing to do this lovely evenning.

You immediately become suspicious, "what?"

Yelena shrugs, "nothing."

"That wasn´t a nothing look."

"It was."

"No, it wasn´t."

A pause, then Yelena smirks. "Okay, maybe I was trying to figure out which one got your attention the most."

"Oh."

Yelena nods, "the panic in your eyes said enough."

"It´s not a panic."

"I´m observant and you´re lying."

"You´re calling me a liar?" You tilt your head.

She nods instantly, "yes."

You narrow your eyes and Yelena narrows hers right back. Somehow it becomes a satring contest, ridiculous one, because neither of you is willing to looks away. Eventually Yelena breaks first, which is suprising, but the thought is gone the moment a laugh espaces her.

"Finally here it is."

"What do you mean?"

"You´re less nervous, that´s good."

You pause, because she is right. Everytime your anxienty rises, the girls have a certain way of calming you down. Kate´s confidence, Nat´s attention, Agatha´s chaos and Wanda´s kindess, it always calms your nerves. Yelena notices the realization on your face and smiles.

"See? You have a weak spot for all of us."

"You do that a lot," you smile back at her.

"Do what?"

"Notice things."

Yelena hums, "I own a bar, it´s part of my job to be good at these things." That explain absolutely everything, "you learn everything quickly."

"About people?"

"About loneliness," Yelena turns one of the rings on her finger, looking thoughtful, "people say a lot after midnight." You find yourself leaning in slightly, "also drunk people are basically toddlers."

You laugh, "that is very true."

"You are one of them, aren´t you?" She meets your eyes again.

"I wouldn´t say I´m a toddler, but… each time I drink I do have some sort of existential crisis," you admit, but even if you didn´t, Yelena would somehow figure it out.

"So… a toddler. Got it." Yelena exhales like she is annoyed by your answer, but you can´t feel any bite behind her bark.

"What about you? You´re a toddler drinker?" You push back.

"Me? You´re really asking that?" She scoffs, like you offended her whole family tree.

"No, of course not. You´re very cool person," your sarcasm is heard even on the other side of the clossed doors. Yelena stares at you, dead serious, but you can´t hold it anymore and you laugh right in her face.

Yelena looks even more offended, "I´m not a toddler, while I drink."

"Sure."

"I am not."

"I believe you."

"I don´t actually drink that much."

"I don´t drink much either, so with your logic, I wouldn´t be a toddler-"

Yelena cuts you off, "okay, fine… you´re not a toddler either, happy?"

"Not where I was going, but I´ll take it," you shrug it off.

"This conversation is stupid," her grumpiness showing.

"You started it," you point out innocently.

"You´re not so shy as I thought you would be," Yelena smirks slightly, as she sees how you´re responding to her banter.

"You´re not as nonchalant as I thought you would be," you lean back into the couch.

The conversation somehow spirals from there. The weirdest customer she´s ever had and how she punched a guy, who asked her to do so. The funniest story from her bar. The saddest customer she´s ever had. You learnt very quickly that Yelena truly remembers people, it´s a bit scary, but she does. Their stories, details, even names and dates. It´s like someone is collecting magnets, she collects people´s stories from her bar. At one point it shifts to you, your favorite movie, then she immediately asks why. You notice she is a bit movie nerd under all of that slicked look.

Before ten minutes are over, she speaks up, more softly now, "I thought you be trying harder…" when she notices to confused look, she adds, "to impress us." You just stare at her, thinking for an answer, which makes her shrug, "most people would."

The statement is simple, not judgmental, "I don´t know, I think we´re here for the same reason, to find love, even if it sounds silly… maybe naive. But… we´re kinda on the same boat. Is it bad that I´m not trying to be… I don´t know… someone else?"

"No," she smiles softly. "It´s refreshing."

"You must be tired from all the people throwing yourself at you… at the bar."

"Eh, yeah. Most of them are wasted, so you can´t even take it as a compliment," you laugh at her honest words.

Ten minutes are over and you finally see the real annoyed Yelena. That was all an act before, which is nice to know now. Maybe she is not so hard to read either.

"Well," you both say at the same time and you also stand at the same time.

Yelena adjust her jacket, "I wasn´t really sure about this show…"

You cut her off accidentaly, "no?"

She shakes her head, "too many people, too many cameras."

"Then why did you come?"

For a moment, she simply looks at you, then one shoulder lifts, "I thought that maybe I´d meet someone interesting, perhaps someone on the same boat as me."

Your heart does something unfortunate, so you just nod. Simple nod to that very sweet statement. Yelena smiles, giving herself mental scoring point for this one. Then she starts toward the door, halfway she turns around, one hand already on the handle. "I don't mean to brag, but anyone dating me gets 100% off all drinks at my bar."

"Oh god, goodbye, Yelena," you roll your eyes playfully.

"Not goodbye," her smirk returns.

"Go," you shake your head with a wide smile on your face, when you look back up, she is gone.

You can't stand the thought of the whole world laughing at you for being a gay mess over every girl in here, but you just can't help yourself. You've got two more to go, which means another twenty minutes of your heart rate pushing over 120 and praying you won't actually need the medic Sam talked about earlier.

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[bucksplum]

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allie hayes x fem!reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: allie shows you exactly what she wants needs.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: 18+ mdni; smutty, smut!; porn w/o plot!; sloppy make out; cunnilingus; sloppy fingering; oral fixation; needy!allie; sean slander (deserved); lowkey jealous!reader; lemme know if I missed any!

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Malone's was bathed in Briar U's signature blue lights, strobes flashing across the modest-sized bar, the silver tinsel reflecting and shining the color like stars though your eyes were immediately drawn to the brunette behind the bar.

Allie was handing Dean two pitchers of beer when he leaned further into her space. He said something with that smirk that always had his dimples showing, and by the look that melted Allie's face, you could tell he said something that would've made every girl swoon.

Huh.

You gaze sweeps across Dean's back before you made eye contact with Allie, swiftly replacing the spot. "What was that?"

Allie's already big doe eyes widened even more before she laughed nervously. Her head jerking forward. "Is—is it that obvious?"

"Mhm."

Her chest expanded, nose flaring at a breath before she leaned in again. "This doesn't leave this bar. Ever." You smile at the adorable scrunch of her nose, nodding with faux seriousness.

"It was good…like, some would call 'addicting' good," She hissed at you lowly. "But, I think I'm still missing something. I don't know what, but I know I'm missing something."

"Oof." Your face scrunched, lips quirking at the corner before taking a sip of your beer. "Greedy girl."

There was a pause where she just looked at you, lips parted softly, and you pretend you don't see her eyes flickering to your own. She shook her head as if she was getting rid of thoughts before she reached over to slap your shoulder.

"Shut up!" Her head swiveled side to side, making sure no one else heard. "I am not greedy. I just—know what I want."

Her eyes never strayed from your lips—even dilating when you licked your lips.

"What do you want, Al?"

Allie gasped out a quiet 'fuck' when her back made contact with her door, head tilting to accommodate your needy mouth against the sensitive skin of her neck. Her hands fumble against the doorknob, trembling from your weight against hers.

"Fuck it." She cursed under her breath, giving up on opening her door to dig her nails into your arms. "Just fuck me on the couch." You let out a chuckle at that, hands curling around her waist to pick her up, and pushing the door open with ease.

"So needy." You breathed against her ear, trailing hot kisses from her neck and driving a whimper out of her throat when your warm tongue licked the shell of her ear.

You try to pry yourself from her once her back made contact with her pink sheets, but she only held on tighter, letting out an pathetic whimper at your efforts. "Don't go!" She almost screamed, leg tightening around your waist as her face scrunched.

A red hot flush ran down her spine, scrunching her face when she heard your amused chuckle. "Don't."

"Don't what? Don't tease you or don't leave?"

"Both." Allie couldn't even reprimand you for calling her needy. Not when you called her a 'greedy girl' at Malone's and she swore she she felt an immediate gush of arousal at the low timbre of your voice.

It left her walking around the rest of her shift with thighs unconsciously rubbing together whenever she caught sight of you—wet and aching. "I need you." She breathed out.

Relief sank her shoulders when you leaned in, one hand firm against her sheets and the other cupping her plump cheek. Her head jerked upward, lips parted in anticipation, chasing. Brown eyes looked at your through fluttering lashes, the beat of her heart ringing in her ears alongside her breath.

She looked thoroughly wrecked in the wake of your fleeting touches; her usual wide eyes were hooded, barely blinking as her tongue peeked out every couple seconds—desperate to get a taste of your beer-stained lips.

Finally giving her what she wanted, your lips made contact with her plump ones, her sigh hitting your skin. Your hand travel up her side, dragging her shirt along, before cupping her beast over her bra. The touch coaxed a whine from her throat, lips parting just enough for you to shove your tongue in her mouth.

"Hnng—" Her warm tongue danced with yours instantly, the muscle pushing against yours, not in an effort to take dominance, no—your casual control over her body had slick running down her thighs already. Who was she to complain? It was in an effort to taste you.

To mold herself inside you—long enough for you to keep tasting her for days.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, for her, it wouldn't be long until you pulled away. Chiding her with a tsk when she tried to pull you in further, addicted to your taste already. You hold her down—so effortlessly, she might add—by her shoulders, gripping your shirt from your nape before pulling it over your head.

The single sight of your skin showing had an audible gasp escaping her lungs, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she bit her lip to hide her excitement.

It was useless however, when her legs crossed the second you pulled away, trying to wane the ache. To no avail.

Her brown eyes trailed over surface over your skin, before she jumped in her spot, hastily removing her blue Malone's shirt, leaving her in her black bra. Pants following the pile not long after.

Allie was about to pull her underwear off before you stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Patience, hun." Your eyes trail down her neck before they found her nightstand.

"You pull off your shirt like that and expect me to—" She was chuckling before she wasn't eyes widening at the tattoo spread across your back.

"What?"

"You have a tattoo." She pointed out, eyes shining in wonder at the angel wings that covered the expanse of your back, feathers detailed and intricate with it burning at the tips.

"Yeah. It's Icarus," You chuckled, pulling and pushing at cabinets. "Like a warning that I'd like to keep in mind."

You continue your fumbling through her drawers for a few more minutes before Allie finally had enough.

"Are you gonna fuck me or steal from me?" She huffed, groaning after you ignored her question.

"Pick a date, Al."

"What—"

"Pick. A. Date."

At your firm tone and glance over your shoulder, she straightened up. "December…twenty-fourth—I don't know—come fuck me already!"

"Your—" You chuckled under your breath. "You picked your birthday?"

"I don't know what you want from me?" Allie was exasperated. Exasperated and needy. She was sitting on her bed with a dripping pussy that even she didn't know if she could touch. She just need you to shove your tongue in her mouth again. At least.

"Well," You huffed, finally turning around. "Do you know what you want from me?"

The sight of the sex position calendar within your grasp had Allie's eyes widening, hands gripping her sheets. You flipped it so she could see the figures' position at the date that you stopped at, and the sight that greeted her had her gulping audibly.

The figure was tied to the bedposts with what looked like handcuffs.

Eyes travel up to your own. Her plump bottom lip was bitten her teeth before she squealed, jumping up and immediately searching her nightstand for her pink fuzzy handcuffs that Sean had rejected the second he laid eyes on it.

She was giggling as she rummaged through the cabinet, but you thought you've made her wait long enough. And she wasn't the only one dripping since Malone's.

You cleared your throat as you approached her bent form, taking the cuffs that you'd already snatched from the cabinet and running it over the inside of her thighs.

She gasped, swiftly turning around and hitting you on the shoulder. "You dick!"

"Do you want me to get on the bed or not?" You laughed, sitting on the bed. But before you could make yourself comfortable against her pillows, her thighs bracketed your waist, cupping your face and claiming your lips once more.

Allie's lips slotted perfectly against your own, giving you the perfect taste of her gloss. She tried prodding at the seam of your lips with her tongue and huffed when you only smiled against her lips, amused at her efforts. Whining against your mouth, she tried again, brows furrowed in frustration. "Please…"

Your palms knead her ass and it had her gasping against you, leaving remnants of her gloss around your lips.

With a swiftness you could only call neediness, she pushed you against her pillows, lips never parting from your own. Not even when she threw away the cuffs, not even when she pulled down her lace panties just enough for it to be hanging off her ankle. Only to look down on your heavy breathing form, chest rising and falling, restricted against your bra.

Allie bit back a smile. "Anything I want?"

"I'm at your service." Your thumb tease her under boob before pressing flat against the peak of her nipple through her bra. Her hand swiftly closed around your wrist. Not to pull away—to press your palm flat against her clothed breast.

"Can I ride your face?" Allie, asked breathlessly. The soft grind of her pussy against your thigh hastening in pace when you wrapped your lips around her pert nipple.

You pull away from her skin with a soft growl, pussy aching at the thought of her arousal all over your face. You answered her with a squeeze on her hip, nipping lightly at her chest before dragging yourself down the bed until your head was right between her thighs.

"Wait! I haven't even—" You cut her off by pulling her down by her thighs, stopping her pathetic hovering and engulfing yourself in everything her.

You groan when she's finally flush against your face. You were determined to have her thinking of you if Dean ever had her like this again.

She keens when you lapped at her opening to her clit, nimble fingers running through your hair. "Oh fuck, baby—you—" What she expected to decrease the pounding ache in her pussy only amplified the pleasure, bending her spine backwards when your tongue prodded through her puffy folds and entered her hole.

Your tongue continues to thrust in and out of her, causing arousal to gush with every push and pull. Her slick ran down the inside of her thighs and down your neck. But you weren't complaining. Not when you looked up to see nothing but unbridled pleasure melting her beautiful face, rampant breathless moans escaping her parted lips.

Allie's brows were furrowed, softly, her eyes hooded and hazy, lashes fluttering. She knew that the moment she closed her eyes fully she'd lose control over her body.

And that's exactly what you wanted to happen.

So, without warning, one of your hands went from cradling her back to pulling down her bra cup. Twisting her areola softly between two fingers at the same time you sucked her sensitive bud, lapping at it softly.

"FUCK! I didn—hng!" She heaved, hand using your own to palm her heaving breast. Her thighs clench harder around your head, humping your face unabashedly.

"Tha's it, honey—shit—fucking use me." You mumble against her, adding the vibrations to her pleasure. You watch her nod dumbly, whines pathetically escaping her throat. A symphony you could listen to forever.

She ground her clit against your nose harder—firmer, fingers pulling your head up further into her mound while you continued to switch between lapping and thrusting your tongue into her weeping hole. You ignore your own throbbing desperation in favor of shoving two fingers into her hole, the sight of her throwing her head back and moaning was enough to drive you into orgasm.

"Bab—baby, please, please let me come. Please." Her hand pried your own from her breast to shove two of your fingers into her mouth, tongue lapping around the digits to muffle her screams. Two of her holes effectively filled by you. Only you.

Only you weren't having it. You didn't like that you couldn't hear her—albeit muffled—moans anymore. Clearly, she was desperate to have something in her mouth, something to do with it as the coil in her belly threatens to snap. So you compromised.

You just press them firmly on her tongue, rendering her jaw slack. Allie whined at the change, but she didn't complain, still holding your wrist firmly as the other played with her tender nipples.

Her head felt incredibly fuzzy, ears ringing but hearing every wet squelch you were dragging from her cunt. The sound was obscene—something she'd never heard come from her pussy before.

Not from her vibrator.

Not even from the Briar U-coined "sex machine" that was Dean.

Especially not from Sean.

"Ahh—babe—fuck me!"She felt like she was in heat; back arched and her hips ruthlessly grinding against your willing mouth and fingers. Saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and down your arm until you pulled it away.

Allie whined at the loss of pressure in her mouth until a lewd moan escaped her from your wet fingers wrapping around her throat. "God—!"

You were happily drowning in her wetness, humming contentedly against her puffy folds as you move your fingers in and out of her. She felt her lower belly tighten at the feeling of your flesh exploring her cunt and when you crooked your finger just right—right against that spongy spot in her pussy while you mouth suckled her engorged clit—again, and again, she felt the rope in her belly snap!

Her hips stiffened against your face as she let out a gasping moan toward the ceiling. Abdomen clenching while she gushed against your face—arousal soaking you and the sheets below. Her soft thighs clench around your head as you guide her hips back and forth over your mouth, slowly to prolong her high.

Allie fell forward after a few seconds, limbs akin to jello. Her forearms caught her but they were trembling violently. She shivered when you moved away from her thighs, the cool air wafting against her sensitive pussy, and already missing the warmth of your skin.

"Baby—" You cut off her whine with a soft shush, laying her head down carefully against her pillows and swiping her bangs from her sticky, flushed forehead.

You make your way to her and Han's shared bathroom and come back with wet washcloths. Allie looked completely fucked out with her glossy eyes and shaking limbs, reaching for you the second you stepped inside her room.

You drag the washcloth across her forehead, making sure to redirect the rest of her thick hair away from her nape so she doesn't overheat. "You did so well, honey." Your praise made her sigh in return, smiling cutely as she giggled breathlessly. "What?"

"N'thin'," She bit her lip when you went to clean her sensitive center. "I've jus' n'ver heard of your hookups endin' like this."

"Is that bad?" You kissed her forehead then, before carefully maneuvering her out of her twisted bra.

"'s unfair to ya'," You smiled at her slurred speech, eyebrows raising when she pointed a finger at your wet face. "Does it hurt?"

"Does what hurt?"

"I didn't shave and practically used your face like a pillow—" She covered her flushed face with her hands.

"I'll be fine, okay?" You chuckled. "Nothing moisturizer can't help with."

You didn't try to fight her when she snatched the washcloth, determined to wipe off her arousal that dripped down your neck. "I think it's safe to say that that was my most intense orgasm." She grinned like a kid in Christmas.

"Wow," You teased. "Even surpassing Dean?"

"Especially."

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

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[eloiscbridgerton]

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY 1.11 – Desking // 4.17 – Karaoke

[annabethsrealwife]

.✦ ݁˖ half watching

summary: allie comes over for movie night, but neither of you end up paying much attention to the movie. (not smut…)

parings: allie hayes x fem!reader

a/n: hey guys… hehe it’s been a while since i posted.. i just wanted to focus on school because it was super stressful but SCHOOL IS OVER!! and summer break is finally here. unfortunately that means i need to start looking for a job.. but we’ll do that later.. okay anyway i been super obsessed with off campus!! it’s so good and i love it.. so guys now’s ur chance to send me requests because im locked in. okay here’s a cute allie fic i hope you guys enjoy… send requests for off campus!!

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!

it starts with a text that comes in when you’re not really doing anything important.

allie: hey iconnn, movie night?

i’m bored

i’m coming over btw

you stare at it for a second longer than you should, sitting cross-legged on your bed, then type back without thinking too hard about it.

you: you don’t even ask anymore 🙄

allie: because you always say yes

and you hate that she’s right.

there’s a knock at your door not long after, a little impatient like she already knows you’re going to open it anyway.

when you do, allie is standing there like she’s trying not to smile too obviously. she’s got snacks in both hands, shifting them slightly when she sees you like she suddenly remembers she’s supposed to act normal.

“hey,” she says, softer than the text messages were.

you step aside. “you’re acting like this is a planned event.”

“it is,” she says, walking past you like she’s already decided where she’s going. “you just didn’t know about it.”

you let out a quiet breath that almost turns into a laugh and close the door behind her. she moves into your room without hesitation, setting the snacks down and glancing around like she already belongs there.

you notice her hair first. down, a little messy, falling into her face in a way she keeps brushing back without noticing she’s doing it.

she catches you looking and her eyebrows lift slightly. “what.”

you shake your head a little too fast. “nothing.”

when time passes you guys are now sitting on your bed watching mamma mia.. it’s a classic and a musical something you both love and happily agreed on.

the movie keeps going but neither of you are really watching it anymore. it’s still playing, still filling the room with noise, but it feels distant now, like it belongs to something else entirely.

allie shifts slightly beside you, not enough to feel deliberate, just enough that the space between you changes without either of you acknowledging it. her shoulder brushes yours again and this time it doesn’t feel accidental in the way it probably is.

you don’t move away.

a few seconds pass like that, quiet in a way that feels heavier than it should. allie tilts her head a little toward you, eyes drifting off the screen like she’s already forgotten it’s even playing. she looks at you a second too long, like she’s thinking something she hasn’t said yet, and when she finally talks it’s quieter, like she’s not really saying it to the room at all.

“you’re pretty good at this,” she says.

you glance at her a little slowly, like you didn’t expect that. “at what.”

she makes a small, vague motion between the two of you, the bed, the movie, like she’s not even sure how to explain it properly. “this. just… being you.”

that makes you look away before you mean to, like it landed too close to something you don’t usually let people touch. your fingers tighten slightly in the blanket without you noticing at first, and when you finally speak your voice is quieter than before.

“that’s a weird thing to say,” you admit, not really looking at her when you say it.

allie just shrugs a little, still looking at you instead of the screen. “it’s true though.”

there’s a pause after that not empty… just slower. like even the room feels like it’s moving a little differently now.

you shift a little, adjusting like you suddenly forgot how to sit still, and she notices. of course she does. her knee nudges yours lightly again, not pulling away this time, just staying there like it belongs.

“you’re not even watching the movie,” you say quietly, more just to say something than because it really matters.

allie hums like she’s thinking about it, but she doesn’t look away from you. “neither are you.”

you let out a small breath through your nose, almost a laugh, but it doesn’t fully come out. “you’re really distracting,” you say, softer than you liked.

“me?” she asks, like she’s offended, but there’s a smile in it now. “you’re the one looking at me.”

you glance at her properly then, and she’s already looking back, closer now without either of you really deciding it happened. her expression isn’t teasing anymore, not really. it’s quieter, more steady, like she’s waiting for something she hasn’t said yet.

“what?” you murmur, because you can feel the shift even if you don’t know what to call it.

“nothing,” she says again, but she doesn’t look away.

and that’s the problem.. because nothing about her feels like nothing right now.

there’s a beat where the movie changes scenes and neither of you react at all. the sound keeps going but it might as well not exist.

allie leans in just slightly, not closing the distance fully, just enough that you feel it. her voice drops when she speaks again, softer now, like she’s not trying to interrupt anything anymore.

“you know..” she paused. “you’re really pretty,” she says.

it lands differently this time. slower. heavier. not like a comment, more like something she didn’t mean to hold in.

you go still for a second, not dramatic, just caught. your eyes flick down briefly, then back up, and there’s a small, nervous smile that slips in before you can stop it, like your body reacted before your brain caught up.

“you can’t just say that,” you say quietly, but it doesn’t really come out sharp like you wanted it to, it came out shy instead.

allie watches you like she’s trying to figure out why that reaction matters to her more than it should. “why not?” she asks.

you hesitate, shifting a little closer without realizing you’re doing it. “because it makes me feel like i have to say something back,” you admit, voice low now, a little more honest than you probably meant it to be.

that makes her expression change slightly, like she wasn’t expecting that answer at all. she doesn’t push it though, just nods a little like she’s taking it in.

“you don’t have to,” she says, after a second. “i just think it.”

that does something worse, honestly, because it’s even quieter now, even more real, and there’s nowhere to hide it.

you glance at her for a second too long, then away, then back again, like you’re trying to figure out what you’re supposed to do with the space between you.

“you’re pretty too,” you say, and it comes out softer than everything else, like you didn’t fully decide to say it before it happened.

allie goes still for a moment, just looking at you like she’s letting it sit there between you, then she shifts a little closer without really thinking about it.

her hand is already there before you fully notice it, resting lightly on your thigh, like it didn’t need permission so much as confirmation, and you don’t move away from it. you just look at her instead.

the movie keeps playing behind you both, completely forgotten now, like it was never really part of the night to begin with.

her voice drops, barely there when she speaks. “can i kiss you?” but there’s no joke in it or teasing. just her, asking.

you nod once, small. “yeah.”

she leans in slowly, like she’s giving you every chance to stop her, and you don’t.

the kiss starts soft at first, kind of careful in a way that feels almost unfamiliar, like neither of you really trusts it yet or wants to rush into something you can’t take back. there’s a second where it just lingers like that, close but still hesitant, like you’re both waiting to see what the other does.

and you guys can’t pull away from the kiss.. or maybe you just don’t want too but just like that.. the night goes on.

GUYSSS HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!! WOOOOO!! okay guys im very happy to be back finally!! hehe.. how do you guys like this short fic?? i think it’s very cutesy… GUYS PLEASEE send more requests for off campus i do anyone! garrett, dean, hannah, tucker, logan, allie (obvs), and beau.. ok pretty much anyone. sorry if this is bad or so many grammar errors this is not proofread LMAOO. i always end up doing my fics at like 2 am?? not sure why… im very obsessed with this show rn.. okay anyway guys i hope you enjoyed this! don’t forget to send more requests for off campus and i love you all so muchhh (happy pride.. again!)

[moxleyrollins]

#it's giving rom-com vibes à la julia roberts saying "i'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her" in notting hill