You are thinking about getting Robert a present for tonight, and you think of the perfect gift.
Takes place during "moving parts" before the gang shows up.
~Warnings but not really~
Established Relationship, Smut, Robert's doey brown eyes <3, Dom!Robert? kinda, Fluff I think! I was very faded when I wrote this soz...
A/N: So basically, what's been going on is I've been depressed!!! And I had a VERY bad roommate situation, but I'm out, and I'm free!!! I'm still in school (YAY), I will be making a separate post so y'all know how I've been doing. ANYWAYS ENJOY!! <33 (sorry if it's not freaked out enough lowk been like robert the past few weeks)
You weren't focused at all.
You were on the side staring at the concrete before you.
A new couch could be nice, but you heard someone else was getting him that. Maybe a bed frame? You remembered hearing how sad the bedroom was; the man didn't even have a bed frame!
You were rubbing your chin, walking back and forth. When you heard a scream and a shout.
"HEY! Could you help out?!" Prism yelled at you as she zapped tiny glowing shards from her hands.
"On it!" You glided forward, healing one of your teammates with a flick of your wrist; light was glowing from your hands. You jumped and landed near Golem.
"You need to lock in," Golem grunted as he shot mud from his hands.
You couldn't stop your face at his words as you shoved a Red Ring Goon against the wall with your foot.
"Yeah, yeah-" before you could finish your sentence, you felt a swift kick to the chest, causing you to fall on your back. Golem pushed forward, knocking the guy off of you.
"Wouldn't have happened if you were," Prism said from her phone, walking close towards you and Golem.
"We still got the guys in the end," you exclaimed with a smile, pointing at the guys lying on the ground rolling in moans.
Your hands flashed and sparkled as you healed the bruise that was starting to form on your chest.
"Right..." Prism walked away, popping her bubble gum.
When you all made it back to headquarters, you were still thinking. You needed to get him something, and you were sure to get him something perfect.
. . .
You probably arrive a few hours earlier than everybody else, knocking on his door, trying your best not to drop the big box in your hands. You heard a couple of noises and some curses before the door opened.
"Hey?" Robert quietly said as he leaned on the door.
"Hi," you said back, clutching the huge box.
"How do you know where I live?"
You waltzed in, ignoring him and pushing him out of the way into his apartment, looking at the bare place.
"Wow. I thought Royd was kidding," you said to yourself, but Robert heard it all the same. You walked into his bedroom, and it was equally as sad as you set the box down and looked at the picture frame that held a younger Robert and his dad.
Robert was behind you, hand on his hips in a pose that had you chuckling because he was still in his underwear.
"It's a housewarming gift," you said, patting the box next to you.
"What?"
"It was Mal's idea. Pretty nice, right? They are coming soon. I just wanted to be here earlier to set this up for you because I'm so nice," you gleamed as you opened the box.
Robert didn't say anything else when you started pulling out the pieces of the bed. You both were quick at setting it up. It wasn't really rocket science, just a few pieces here and there, and you were golden.
"You didn't have to get me a bed frame," Robert grunted as he slid the mattress onto the bed frame. He collapsed on it, taking deep breaths as he lay back.
"After the shit day you've been having, it's fine, trust me," you responded, "Can I?"
Robert nodded, and you sat down next to him. It was quiet for a moment, a moment too long for you.
"Do you think Royd can still fix your suit?"
Robert gave you a grimace and a sigh, "You can leave now-"
"Sorry, sorry. Touchy. My bad," you quietly said as you brought your knees to your chest, laying your head down. You stared at him before looking away.
It was quiet again before you heard Robert sigh, watching him as he rubbed his hands over his face.
"I think he can," Robert said, moving to lie on his side, holding his head up with his hand to get a better look at you.
"But-but what if he couldn't?"
"It's not going to happen-"
"But what if?" You whispered with a shrug. "It wouldn't be so bad right...you would be the guy in the chair and-and safe."
Robert touched your hand before fully grabbing it.
"You are a good person," you quietly said, giving his hand a squeeze with yours. "And it would suck if you died."
Robert gave you a small chuckle.
"I'm serious. It gave us quite a scare when the thing with the suit happened. I'm glad I was there to heal you, but what if I wasn't there? You could've died..." You were silent as he pulled your face to his.
Your eyes widened and then slowly closed. You could feel yourself lean into his lips like it was second nature. You almost gave him a whine when he pulled away.
"I didn't because you were there," he whispered. His thumb was softly smoothing itself over your bottom lip as you looked at him.
You could feel a smile on your lips, and you wanted nothing more than to move your head away. The way he looked at you. How he always looked at you. Those doey brown eyes are making you fold.
"You should be glad I was," you whispered back.
"Let me show you how glad I am then."
You didn't stop him as he zipped the suit off of you. You didn't have much time to change before getting the gift and going to his place, but that didn't seem to matter to Robert as he peeled it off of you. You didn't have on a bra; you never did with your suit, causing a small groan to leave Robert's lips as he slowly touched your breasts.
When his lips met your nipples, you gave him a small whine that had him smirking at you.
You rolled your eyes watching him pull your underwear down. You couldn't stop the spreading of your legs even if you wanted to; it was automatic. Robert dove in, kissing up your legs, touching and gripping your thighs.
You gave him a vocal sigh when his lips wrapped around your clit. He always knew the perfect spot that had you following him blindly.
"Oh, Robert," you whimpered softly, touching his hair. One of his hands grabbed your hand and interlocked it with his. Your hips moved against his face, feeling your body tensing up with each rock.
Your arm was draped over your eyes while tiny broken moans left your mouth. Robert made a small noise as he sucked your clit.
"Eyes on me," he huffed against your thigh.
You groaned at that, moving your hand to pet his hair. You couldn't move your other hand from his grasp. You wanted it there.
"Please," you whispered. You stared into his eyes. You found nothing but that doey brown gaze that looked as if it was going to swallow you whole.
Robert didn't say a word back to you, only carefully stuffing two of his fingers into you. You were melting against his touch, watching on as he stared at you with a narrowed gaze. It wasn't long then you started coming on his lips and fingers with a whine. Your eyes were watering, and your legs were quivering. His lips were still wrapped around your clit, and you gave him a small whine, pushing away from him.
He finally pulled himself off of you when you let go of his hand. He carefully wrapped his arms around you.
"If I had blankets right now, I would totally give them to you," he quietly said as he scooted himself closer to you.
You found yourself laughing as you pulled yourself on top of him, "That's okay, you can keep me warm."
He stared at you, watching the way you moved your hips against his and how you were still twitching. He rubbed your thighs, trying to calm you down, when his eyes looked at yours. You were obsessed with how they were looking at you right now. Your hands held his face, rubbing his soft cheeks and then dragging along his jawline. The stubble there grazes your fingertips roughly.
"Are you sure?" He whispered as he grabbed your hips before dragging his hands to your waist to your breasts.
You nodded with a small smile, almost too eager. Robert could only chuckle and pull you to his chest. You felt him slide his cock against your entrance, once, twice, to be honest, you could come like this too. Until he notched the tip against it, slowly going in before finally just pushing through. He found a bit of resistance, which makes sense when you both barely have time for each other nowadays. You gave him a whine, hiding your face in his neck as he held you on his cock.
"You don't need to hide from me," he murmured, holding your breasts, touching your hips. His hands felt like they were everywhere on your body. Like they didn't want one area to go untouched.
He was soft at first, holding you tightly, touching you, petting your hair. It was like a flash when he flipped you both over, and he was picking up the pace. You tried to keep up with his hip, arching your back off the mattress to calm the ache between your legs.
You were holding his chest and then his hips, not really pushing him away or stopping him. He smiled down at you when one of his hands grabbed your thigh and then folded your leg over your stomach. You got what he was putting down and grabbed your thigh, holding it against your stomach.
This new angle had you moaning against your other free hand. Robert wasn't having it, however, pulling that hand away to grab your face, pulling you to his lips so he could devour you.
You were whining, whimpering against his lips, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. You could barely breathe, but you didn't care because of how good his cock felt going in and out of you. Your free hand went towards your clit, rubbing it in rhythm with his hips.
You pulled your mouth away from his to take a deep breath. Robert watched on, staring at your face, watching every new whine or moan that came out of your mouth.
You always felt embarrassed when he did that. He was an observer during sex, watching you, waiting, gauging a reaction to the certain way his cock was moving inside you. He wanted to know what worked and what didn't.
It wasn't long before you were coming again on his cock. Robert watched with a smirk on his face at the way your eyes fluttered closed, the way your mouth would go slack, and how your eyebrows would furrow.
"You like that?" He chuckled.
A whine was all that was left for you for confirmation that you did indeed like that.
You guys had sex only a couple of times, but he watched every reaction on your face like he was testing a hypothesis. He made sure to remember what you liked and loved.
"You look so beautiful," he whispered against your lips. His hand slowly touched your face and smoothed over your features.
"I know," you breathily said with a shrug, causing a quiet laugh from Robert. It was quiet for a moment before you realized he didn't finish. "Are you going to finish?"
He could only smile and stare at you before you both heard a noise coming from the living room.
You huffed, looking at the door, hoping no one would come in there, "They're here."
You were sad now he didn't get to come.
"Hey, we can finish this later," he whispered, pulling out of you reluctantly.
You smiled and jumped into his arms.
"It's a date then," you gleamed, kissing his lips when his bedroom door started to open.
synopsis: ever since rhiannon made a move on you, you can't stop thinking about being with her.
based on the book again 🥸, fem!reader, 18+ mdni, sexting, legal age gap (reader is in their early 20s, rhiannon is 27)
Rhiannon feels her phone vibrate on her desk for the 15th time and groans. God, will you just shut up for one second?!
You're sick at home so she's left with you blowing up her phone while you moan and complain about missing her and wanting to see her. Better than you being here and being an even more mopey and in-love dickhead, she supposes.
But as annoying yet hot as it is, she loves the taking advantage of you part the most. You’re so young, so inexperienced, that it turns her on to no end. You barely knew what to do when you ate pussy, her pussy, for the first time and she wasn’t even irritated when you couldn’t make her cum. She just humped you to completion while getting off to how awestruck and infatuated you looked while gawking up at her, eyes trying to be mindful and look into her eyes and not into her bouncing tits.
She’ll have a little fun with you for sure.
But, ugh, your stupid auntie’s still in the way. Claudia. Even the mere thought of her gives Rhiannon hives. Claudia’s been noticing you and Rhiannon’s quick glances and smiles and she knows that something is up. She cornered her in the breakroom a while back asking about her relationship with you. Of course, she had to lie and say it was nothing, that she knows about your little crush but she's happy (lie) with Craig.
She had to tell you to keep it professional at work (besides those few times you and her fucked in the work bathrooms) and keep the lovey-dovey looks to a minimum while Claudia was around. Did it work? Not really. Did she miss your attention 10 minutes into her shift after these rules were set in place? Yes.
That day, all she could think about while you typed away at your cubicle was shoving you under her desk and trapping your head between her legs while she types up some emails for the Gazette.
She might be equally as obssessd.
You: cant you come over during lunch? you can take care of me and i'll take care of you :)
Another ping from her phone.
You: i really wanna see you again, rhee. i can't stop thinking about youuuu
As she uncrosses her legs, she feels how damp her panties are. You really have her hooked under your finger and you don't even know it. She sighs and looks at the clock. Only an hour until her lunch and she feels like she might explode if she doesn't do anything about your constant texting and her problem down there.
Bathroom nudes it is.
She hits send on the email she was working on and picks up her phone, sliding out of her desk and walking over to the work bathrooms. She kind of wishes they weren't gender neutral; the thought of Claudia or someone walking in while she sends you nude pictures in one of the stalls excites her. Once she's inside, she locks the door and unbuttons her shirt until her bra is visible. She takes a selfie of her holding her tits and sends it to you with the caption: Now show me something of yours, pet.
Rhiannon smirks when your bubble immediatley pops up and hooks one finger under her leggings, tugging them down with a bit of a struggle but she manages to kick them off before you send your message.
You: holy fuck.
She places her phone on the sink and slips her skirt off along with her panties, the cold air making her pussy tingle. When she opens her phone again, there's a selfie of you waiting for her. You're fully naked, showing off your hard nipples and soaked pussy for her. You must've been playing with yourself whlie you were texting her. Or maybe you're just that needy that you're constantly dripping for her.
You: you make me crazy, rhee. i could cum just thinking about us together. send me more. finger yourself and send me pics
You're so demanding, sheesh.
She bends down and sends you a clear shot of her wet cunt, whimpering slightly as she rubs her swollen clit while she waits for your response. She gets lost in the feeling and doesn't hear your pings until she feels her phone vibrate in her hand. You're calling her now. She picks up and instantly hears your whines and complaints about her taking so long and teasing you.
"I wanna hear you while you touch yourself," you say breathlessly, fingering yourself in bed. "Can you put me on speaker?"
Shaky fingers pull away from her clit and lick them clean before she presses the speaker button on her phone. She winces at how loud it is at first and adjusts the volume, making sure she can hear you before talking again.
"You're such an annoying little pet, you know that?" she comments, getting up slowly and walking over to the wall to lean against as she resumes touching herself. "I only fucked you because I felt sorry for you."
"Yeah?" you ask, almost hopefully. Your fingers speed up as you hear her slick go in and out of her pussy as she fingers herself.
"I thought one fuck would be enough for you to get over this stupid crush you have on me, but it just made you worse. You follow me around like a lost puppy."
"I'm sorry," you apologize, eyes fluttering closed as you shove your fingers in deeper, imagining it's Rhiannon who's fucking you. "I just love you so much. I'm obsessed. I can't get enough of you."
"I know," she coos, humping into her hand and rubbing wildly. Her mind drifts to how good your tongue felt on her when you fucked last and feels a throbbing in her clit. She's almost there. "You can't help it. One taste of my pussy and you're hooked."
"What would your auntie think if she caught me talking to you like this?" she continues, smirking when she hears you moan and choke on your spit. "Me, corrupting her little niece, and you, dating such an older woman? Not to mention how much she despises me. She'd be horrified wouldn't she?"
"She'd kill you," you say, lurching forward when you hit that good spot with your fingers. You clench your jaw and feel your body seize up when you add another finger. "Shit, Rhiannon, I'm gonna cum. Let me cum, please. Please, please, please..."
"Do you think you deserve to cum before me?" she smirks when she hears you whimper, imagining you kicking your legs while you hold back from cumming. "Be a good girl and wait for m-"
Knock!
"Oi, hurry up in there!" Jeff calls out, pounding on the door.
Both of you freeze, but Rhiannon's body tenses as she cums all over her fingers, mouth opening in a quiet moan that only you can hear.
OKAY WAIT I'm going to try and release all my fics I've been saving up before the end of the year 😭😭😭 I've heard project 2025 is removing all corn included fan fiction please someone fact check me 😭😭😭😭
You're the only writer who kinda seemed into film 'the devil the all time'. I've seen your work on arvin russell and it's awesome.
Btw have you ever thought about Robert Pattinson character in the film. Like creepy pastor vibes. If you're willing to write, then I'll send you a really spicy request on him. _✨
Hii anon! I'm doing well! Thank you for asking 😋
But To be completely honest, I've never thought to write Robert's character mostly bc I thought he was too creepy for me but I'll need to rewatch and see how I feel about him before I can write him 😭😭😭
Hooking up, clubbing, 365 party girl!, you and Baela share Jace, drinking
A/N: I had this funny ass thought about what if Jace was in a modern au and was a DJ since Harry is one irl 😭😭 Also!! I've never been to a club irl so if this is nothing like a real club don't at me I'm just a girl.
ALSO, This is a CRACK FIC do not take it seriously!! 🙏🏾😭
You woke up with a raging headache. One that felt like music was still pulsating throughout your ears. It was kinda surprising to you since you went "easy" last night but you digress.
You swung your legs over the side of the bed while holding your head. You desperately needed Advil and some water (and maybe a shot of anything close to you).
Baela stirred next to you. Her eyes slowly opened, and you mentally cursed yourself for waking her up. Your half-asleep mind completely forgot she was a light sleeper.
"Up so soon?" She joked as she clutched the pillow she stole from you last night.
"Yeah, I would've my beauty sleep if you had slept in your own bed," you exclaimed. You rubbed your head as you got up with a yawn.
"Your bed is always the comfiest, my dear sister," she said proudly with a flashy smile.
You would've rolled your eyes if they didn't feel like they were about to fall out.
"Rightttt... Do you remember where I put my purse?"
She pointed in a direction before laying her head back down and magically falling back asleep.
You walked over in the direction and luckily found your purse. You immediately took some Advil and grabbed the closest bottle of water.
Luckily it was water and it felt so refreshing in your dry mouth. You felt like in seconds the water and Advil rejuvenated you. You ran back over to your bed and jumped on Baela. She loudly groaned and cried out as you started holding onto her.
"We need to get ready soon," you said with a big smile on your face, "Jace told me he was DJ-ing tonight."
She looked up at you and her smile grew along with yours, "Okay, we can get ready... but is it not like 10 something?"
"No! It's 3 pm," you complained. "We slept half the day away, so get up and get ready we need to go out."
"Okay, I'll get ready but you are buying the cab this time around."
You rolled your eyes, "Fine, but you are buying the drinks!"
"You don't need me to. The line you had last time kept you well hydrated," she spat with a laugh.
You hit her with a pillow and she hit you back. You could've heard both of your laughs from across your home.
. . .
You stared at the mirror focusing on your outfit. You were wearing a long-sleeved cropped tee with the smallest mini skirt you could find. You were seeing Jace and you needed something that garnered his attention.
Baela came out wearing low-waisted shorts with a low-cut halter top.
"Ugh you always look so good," you said as you did the finishing touches to your makeup.
"I know," She said as she lifted you by your hand and spun you around. "And you always look like a goddess."
You gave her a smile, "You flatter me, dear sister."
"You'll change again if I don't." You gasped and slapped her shoulder and then she continued with a laugh. "I'm being serious, though. You look radiant."
You gave her a small thank you as you stared at yourselves in the mirror.
"Are we ready?"
Baela nodded with a grin.
You both threw on your shoes and ran hand in hand to the car. The driver, already set on where to go, immediately started to drive to the destination.
The whole way there was a show of you and Baela singing horribly to the songs on your karaoke playlist as you poured drinks for you both.
One. Two. Three shots in and you felt good enough to dance. When the driver finally pulled up to the club you hopped right out. Baela ran after you as you both skipped to the front of the line. The club was booming tonight which made you feel even more excited to get in.
The bouncer, already knowing who the both of you were, let you in without trouble. Baela grabbed your hand as she pushed through a crowd of bodies.
The atmosphere always made you feel so much drunker than how you actually were. The lights were what would hypnotize you the most. The greens and pinks that glowed in the air were like seeing magic when you were tipsy.
Baela couldn't help but pull you both to the center of the dance floor. The music was actually good for once as you both swayed your hips to the music. The smile on your lips wouldn't go away as you held Baela's hips to yours.
You were like that for what felt like a minute before you walked to the bar for another drink... or two.
It was like a guy always knew when you wanted something and wouldn't hesitate to get it for you. You thanked him of course but gave him no other attention after he gave you what you wanted.
Having more of that delicious liquid luck you made your way back to Baela who was dancing with a silver-headed man. You smirked as you joined them. You both always loved to share.
One of you was behind him and the other was in front. He didn't know who to focus on with both of you dancing with and on him.
You could feel eyes on you as you danced but you didn't have to look up to see who it was. Mostly because you already knew from where you were standing that Jace had a good view of you.
You smiled up at Jace as you made a dangerous move that had him eyeing you from his booth. You were getting bored of the man that was dancing with you so you decided then to go up to your real prize.
You made your way around the man to talk to Baela. She held you close to her as you whispered in her ear.
"You wanna go up?" You said as you gestured to the stage.
"Yes," she whispered back with an added eye roll when she looked at the man, "desperately."
You grinned at her as you took Baela's hand, leaving the man you didn't know in the dust. You both hurriedly walked towards the stage. The bouncer let you both in the booth and you immediately got to the front right behind Jace as he was transitioning into a new song.
You and Baela gave each other looks. The both of you knew what the other was thinking. You both wrapped around him, one of you was on each of his sides. He let a song continue to play when he finally gave you both his attention.
"We want to dance tonight Jace..." you said, looking through your eyelashes so he'd get the hint.
"It will have to wait until I do a changeover," he said with a smile.
You couldn't stop the pout that slowly etched its way on your face. Jace simply laughed as he continued playing.
Baela grabbed your hand and started to dance with you on the side.
"I'm going first, right?" You asked.
"Hmmm..."
"You went first last time!" You quietly said.
"Fine," she playfully rolled her eyes as she spun you around.
You gave her a toothy grin before grabbing the drink Jace was sipping on.
It was like that for a good while. You and Baela danced on each other while Jace DJ-ed till finally, they did a changeover.
You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing Jace as he swapped with another DJ. The smooth transition would have had you applauding if you weren't so focused on Jace.
"Are you finally ready?" You asked as you tilted your head with the most innocent smile you could come up with.
"I suppose I have to be, my princess."
You kissed him on his cheek and then turned to Baela.
"We'll be back," you told her with a wink.
You left the booth with Jace and took him to a place you knew no one would bother you.
The bathroom wasn't the most romantic place but it did have a lock. It was a little detail you noticed when you and Baela first started coming to this club.
You were against the wall with Jace right in front of you. It was dimly lit but you could still see each other. You both stared at each other for a good amount of time before you took his hand to make it trail along your thigh.
"I love your little outfit."
"I know," you breathed.
On his own, his hand started to smooth over your skin. Ever so slowly his hand made its way under your skirt and towards the lace you were wearing tonight, his favorite.
"Which ones are you wearing?" He gasped as he felt the material.
"Guess."
He took both hands to smooth over your ass, rubbing it gently so he could have a good feel.
“Your blue pair,” he said with a teasing smile.
You only shook your head.
A sigh fell from his lips as he continued to feel. One of his hands made its way to the front of your underwear.
“The pink ones.”
With a giggle, you shook your head again.
“One more guess,” you said.
He felt the top of your underwear, touching the lace and the little bows. You knew he knew which pair it was from the little bows.
"It’s the black ones… my favorite ones," he said with an all-knowing smirk.
You nodded, "do you want your reward-"
He didn't even let you finish before his mouth was on yours. You couldn't stop the moan that left your lips as his fingers pulled your underwear to the side. Slowly… painfully slowly did he insert his fingers inside you. You liked it when he was a bit fast and a little rough but right now he decided to take things slow and gentle.
"Jace..." you whimpered, "please."
He ignored you as he curled his fingers hitting a spot in you that had you pulling him closer and opening your legs up wider. You needed him desperately and you knew he could tell from the way you were dripping for him.
"So wet..." he moaned as his lips met your jaw and neck.
You felt like your whole body was on fire. His touch was always so warm against your skin that you never wanted him to let you go. You wrapped your leg around his waist as his other hand helped to hold it there.
His tongue slid along your neck and chest, causing gasps and sighs to fall from your lips. When his thumb started to circle your clit you knew then that you weren't going to make it.
You felt heat bubbling up as he went faster. You gripped his jacket, wanting nothing more than to rip every piece of his clothing off so you could see all of him but unfortunately, you were in a bathroom at the club. You would have to wait.
You needed him closer somehow so your hands left his jacket to hold his face. You pulled his face back up to yours. The kiss you laid on his lips was ferocious. You wanted to show him how badly you wanted him. You supposed a kiss would have to do.
"Gentle," he pulled back to say once.
But you didn't listen. The heat you were experiencing from just his fingers. The way he had you pinned up against the wall. You wanted him. So badly.
You could feel yourself tighten around his fingers. Your breathing was quick and shallow. Tears were now nearing your eyes. You could feel it. You were close, so desperately close.
And then...
Nothing.
He pulled his fingers and lips away from you to make you watch him pop his fingers into his mouth.
"Jace..." you pleaded.
"I'm sorry princess... but I thought I said gently."
You frowned as he picked you up and sat you down on one of the counters near the sink. He only smiled at you as he laid his forehead on yours.
"I'll be gentle," you whispered.
You wrapped your legs around him to bring him as close to you as possible. One of his hands smoothed over your legs while the other cupped your face.
"I'll be very gentle," you whispered against his lips.
You smiled as you pressed your lips against his. You pulled back when you felt his hand tug at your underwear. Slowly you could feel it slide down your legs.
You didn't know when he pulled himself out of his pants but you felt the length of him lie in between your legs. Hard and thick... and veiny.
When he pressed himself up against your opening you couldn't stop the moan. You could only stare into his eyes as he bore back into yours.
You gasped as he filled you. When he was to the hilt you both couldn't help but look down at the mess between your legs. You wanted him closer, as close as he could possibly get.
You closed your arms around his neck, tightly holding him to your neck. His lips were to your ear causing you to hear every moan that fell from his pillowy lips. You could feel yourself tighten again. That same sensation ran through you again as his hips went faster.
You pulled his face to yours. You wanted nothing more than to kiss his lips again, so you did just that. He pulled back, laying his head against your shoulder. His breath over your ear and then his moans…
You were at the peak and this time Jace would let you reach it.
Jace came not long after you. He finished on one of your thighs. The milky substance rolled down your thigh before you picked some up with your fingers and swallowed it. He watched you with a bated breath, and within a second his lips were on yours.
You smiled when you both pulled back. You brought your hands up to play with the collar of his jacket.
lottienat as believer vs. non-believer gets even more interesting when you take into account their contrasting connection to drugs: nat takes them to detach herself from reality whereas lottie needs them to anchor herself in reality
girls who are doomed by the narrative!! girls who have been dead since the beginning. girls who are dragged into death not kicking and screaming but clinging on to the brink until their fingers ache with the weight of the years they’ve stolen. girls who’s every last words are already etched on the stone of an open and waiting grave.
