#10/10 parenting move my guy.

[as-the-raven-cries-wolf]

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Yes Tricklespeckle. Yes this is a bad time.

[stargirl230]

清凝, forever is a long time to be lonely

Happy LXH2 teaser release!!! warning that this is not a very happy comic bc I'm living in a new city for the summer and I poured all my homesickness into it :)

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[lemonynuggets]

honestly I’m still not over the HOO Cupid scene

[dervampireprince]

Steam, Itch.io and the banning of explicit and LGBT+ Content. What can we do?

[All images in this post have alt/id text if you need it or want to copy paste anything]

With no warning, Itch.io, a site where many host their indie games, comics, books and more, has started purging and shadowbanning explicit and LGBT+ works. Creators got no warning. And if they were still owed payouts from these works, Itch.io is saying they won't give them their money as they 'broke the rules'. Rules that were only just set in place, with no warning, and therefore no way for creators to try and draw out their money or delete these 'offending' works before they got banned under the new rules.

So Itch.io has been the most recent to fall to the demands of a group that's been contacting Visa and Mastercard and convincing them to threaten sites/businesses with 'stop selling what we consider to be explicit content on your sites of we'll stop allowing your site to have transactions with Visa and Mastercard'. Steam folded, and now Itchio has too. And a reminder earlier this year Gumroad also stopped allowing explicit content, further back than that Patreon banned some kinks and fetishes even if it's depicted in fiction not real life, and I don't have to explain to you guys the great Tumblr explicit content ban of 2018.

And as always remember this doesn't stop with sexually explicit work as LGBT+ stories and people are often labelled as explicit and already we're seeing works being taken off Itch.io that are about LGBT+ and especially trans stories. Other non-sexually explicit works I've seen already getting shadowbanned, delisted or deleted are SFW games featuring furries/anthros, SFW dress up games (because when you take the clothes the model is nude), and the aforementioned SFW games that include LGBT+ characters and stories.

I'm compiling here information I've seen around various social medias, mostly Bluesky, because I haven't seen all these things shared over here.

I don't personally have explicit content on itch, but I had been considering one day selling things on there and I do currently have explicit content on my Patreon, my main source of income, and am terrified that Patreon is going to fold next (if anyone knows alterative for hosting audio content behind a paid subscription service please let me know so I can start maybe making a back-up in case the worst happens). Because for me personally if Patreon goes next, it's not like I can go out and easily get another job. Not only because in general finding and getting a job is difficult enough, but I'm autistic and have chronic pain and have been constantly getting sick or new pains over the last few years and don't feel safe being trans in the UK right now and all of that combined rules me out of a lot of jobs and makes me feel unsafe to apply to any. I'm so grateful I've been able to make a community around my work, but if Patreon caves next and I just leave my SFW posts on Patreon... 10% of my Patreons are signed up to the SFW tier, 90% are signed up to the explicit tier... I know if Patreon caves I will go from someone living comfortably who's searching to move out of my parents so I can live in a safer environment to someone who can no longer even afford the rent I pay to my parents. I'll try and get an alterative found and set up in case that happens and I can only hope you guys will follow me to whatever other site I have to set up... but it feels unlikely that people will get a whole new account on a whole new payment provider just to support me on a website they might never have heard of...

But what can we do right now?

A petition you can sign (international but you do have to give your name, email, and postal/zip code):

Get calling:

Mastercard (US): 1-800-627-8372

MasterCard (UK): 0800 964 767

Mastercard (International.): +1-636-722-7111

Visa (US + Can): 1 800 847 2911 / 1-800-VISA-911

Visa (AUS): 1 800 125 440

Visa (UK) : 0800 891 725 or use their international call collect +1 303 967 1096

Visa (International): (call collect - it costs them $): +1-303-967-1096

PayPal (US): 1-888-221-1161

PayPal (UK): 0800 358 7911 from landline, +44 203 901 7000 mobile

PayPal (International): 1-402-935-2050

(numbers gathered from these posts X X X )

Don't know what to say on the phone? Here's a script written by timidtanuki:

Creators have had their work removed off Itch.io with no warning and since it's been removed for 'breaking the rules' (rules that were suddenly in place with no warning) they aren't entitled to get their payouts. Just like other sites such as Youtube and Twitch and Etsy, Itch.io hold onto money from their users in a wallet and then give them payouts. So there is money creators have made, are owed, that Itch.io is not giving to them.

People are recommending that if you still have works on Itch.io to turn down the revenue sharing to 0% so that Itch.io no longer takes a cut or your money if you no longer want to support Itchi.io finically but don't want to remove your works from their platform. X

Other Bluesky posts and calls to action I've seen:

radiantg.bsky.social is asking for anyone on Itch.io who got their game deindexed, removed , or payouts turned off to reach out to them (espeically if you make explicit and/or LGBT+ games) for a piece of journalism about what is happening.

sleepyhart.bsky.social is making a thread of all the games that Itch.io has censored/removed from their site search function. Obviously be aware this will include 18+ only games, games with sexual content and other dark or heavy themes.

thetransfemininereview.com wants you to reach out to them if you're a trans creator on Itch.io who is being affected by this so they can make an accurate report. they say 'authors' in their post and I'm unsure if they also want game devs to reach out.

dropdownbear.bsky.com wants you to reach out if you have purchased things on Itch.io that you can now no longer access because of this ban. they can include them in a report being filed with the Australian Consumer Commission as this may be a violation of Australian Consumer rights. If you are Australian you can no longer access things you purchased of Itch.io you can report directly with this guide.

It's a scary time for adult creators and sex workers. It's a scary time to be trans. Support creators. And if anyone knows of any alternate payment providers that allow explicit work, and/or alternate websites to Itch (and in case things get worse, also give me Patreon alternates please) where people can host, sell and/or offer paid subscriptions to writing, images, videos, audios, games and more please leave them in the replies. And please help share this post, the posts I'm linking too, and any other resources you can find.

EDIT: here's a part two of more resources, wasn't much point in adding them to this post when editing a post only changes it on my blog and not on any reblogs. which also means most people won't see this edit either, but i figured i'd but it in here in case because it does change it on your 'liked' version of the post so if anyone was saving the post for later in your likes you might see this edit.

[ejkmuffin]

Siblings

Isn't it odd to grow up with someone, to have them always there, and then suddenly they have a life outside of you? Your lives have always revolved around each other, and the others like you, your other siblings. You've been together since your birth, but not since theirs? They're older than you, and yeah most of their life has been spent by your side too, but there was a time that you weren't in their life. You've grown up together, your fondest memories are with them. They are your world. And then they graduate, go to college or get a job. Suddenly you don't spend all your time with them anymore. They've always had friends. Maybe you've wanted to be friends with them too, or were fine with them just being your sibling's friends who you see hanging around. But they graduated too, they have lives too. And maybe that doesn't affect your relationship with them, but it changes how your sibling spends time with them. Now, instead of them spending time together at school, they come to your house or your sibling goes to theirs. Now your sibling spends even more time away because they want to be around their friends.

You realize now, that you don't know your sibling as much as you used to. They have inside jokes with people you only sort of know. They spend more and more of their time away from you. Your relationship with them has changed, needs to adapt if you don't want to loose it, can you meet that challenge? or will you loose your brother just as surely as you lost your best friend?

Sorry. My brother's all grown up now. And I got a snap from his friend that he was hanging out with and realised that, all my fun, grand memories are with him and our other two brothers. Those boys are my childhood. And now he's making new memories that I'm not a part of and I'm so Happy for him. But it Hurts. Because I'm not a child anymore and we aren't best friends anymore. He's going to be the best man at a wedding soon and I'm going too, but... he's got a life now. I've always been bad a making and keeping friends, and here comes my brother, the most anitsocial person in our family and he does it with such ease... Makes and keeps such good friends, makes them better people, people he'd hang out with and. I've just had my closest friend move away and I've hardly talked to her. I just don't know what to say.

I miss my brother and he's not even gone. I'm homesick for a time that died when our little siblings were born. I'm not a child anymore. Most of what I consider my childhood happened before I was 6. After that... we just got so busy, and I had to grow up.

[loveanddeepdick]

cw: stalking, obsession, borderline insane geto, piv sex, sneaky photos, everything is consensual (kinda)

obsessed!geto who gifts you a small golden heart locket for your one year anniversary. he took you out on a date to your favorite restaurant, setting the mood as best as he possibly could before he took out the small velvet box from his pocket.

“sugu—! is this..?”, your mouth fell agape before he chuckled lowly, shaking his head and grabbing your hand.

“no, no, sweetheart, it’s a necklace,” he opened the box, “and when you open it.. it’s the color of our eyes together”.

your hands flew to your mouth, covering your little squeal before he closed the box again.

obsessed!geto who puts it on when you both get home, standing behind you in front of the mirror as he runs his hands over your shoulders. he leans in, softly planting a kiss on the top of your head before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“you look beautiful”

it wasn’t a lie. to him, you were the epitome of perfection, the way the little gold heart rested on your collarbone, it complimented your eyes in the best way possible. but if he was honest, he didn’t get the locket just for looks, no. it was to make his job easier.

obsessed!geto who was infatuated with you the moment he laid his eyes on you, following you from a distance everywhere you went. your schedule had been burned into his brain like a tattoo, even the small changes going unnoticed from him.

the route you took home, the shortcut you took when your feet hurt, who you hung out with, when your parents visited, he even knew if you window was locked from how it looked from the outside.

he studied the type of guys you liked, breaking into a grin when he realized he was the perfect one for you already, like the red string of fate already tied you two together.

he started his photo collection from the moment you had your first conversation together. he’d run into you at a cafe you visited frequently. you had mistaken him as your friend, talking to him while his back was turned. when he did face you, you turned 10 shades darker, the cup you were sipping from now on the table as your hands came up to your face to hide your embarrassment as you profusely apologized.

he already knew who you were, he’s seen you hang out with satoru and you had other mutual friends. smiling, he reassured that it was just an honest mistake. he’d been fixated on your outfit. noticing that you’d been wearing a shirt of the same band on his shirt. as you left, excusing yourself politely as you grabbed your coffee off the counter again.

picking up his cup, he noticed something off. you left with up his drink instead. pulling out his phone, he took a picture of your drink order. he contained his grin as best as he could when he noticed whatever you had on your lips had left a residue on the cup, bringing it up to his lips as he cherished the remnants of you. he decided on the spot that he had to have more.

obsessed!geto who did have your location after a couple months of dating but he wanted something more. what if you lost your phone? what if it died? he wanted to track you in the most humane way possible, of course. knowing you, you’d never take off a gift from him.

obsessed!geto who watches you move with the necklace from his phone, smiling as he realized the clock hit 12:00pm and you started your lunch break, watching as you walked out the building to him already waiting in his car. he’s a gentleman of course, getting out to open the door for you as you climbed into the passenger seat

“hey beautiful, how about we hit that new ramen place for lunch, yeah?”

“ooh! sounds good! hm.. you get spicy and i get savory so we can balance!”, you smiled warmly, buckling yourself in.

geto could only chuckle, nodding as he rested his hands onto the wheel.

my perfect girl

obsessed!geto who goes crazy when he sees the necklace bounce with your tits when he fucks you. his favorite position switching from prone bone to missionary since he gets the best view of the necklace bouncing in the valley of your pretty tits.

he reaches out, one hand on your hip and one caressing your chest, his hands running over your mounds and your collarbone all the way to the necklace as he marvels in the sight. he leans in closer, trapping you under his arms as his cock reaches deeper inside you.

“my pretty girl, fuck, you look so good like this, can feel this messy fuckin pussy squeezing me so good”

“s-sugu! m’gonna cum!”, you hiccup as the sight of him caging you in his arms has your pussy gushing.

“cum for me, cum on my cock, beautiful—fuck, yeah just like that.. i can feel her so good, who does this fucking pussy belong to?”

“you, sugu, you! fuck—!”

“damn right, you belong to me”

[kianamaiart]

🌟KIANAMAIART FAQ🌟

FAQ wahoooo!!

GENERAL QUESTIONS

Who are you?

I'm Kiana, I'm a queer, Japanese Jamaican woman, and a Director/Storyboard artist who works in animation. I'm currently at Disney Television Animation.

What are your pronouns?

I usually go by she/her but I don't really mind any pronouns~

Where did you go to school?

California College of the Arts (but I dropped out when I was hired at Disney)

How did you get hired at Disney?

My bosses found me on twitter. They liked my drawing style and asked if I wanted to take a storyboard test. I did, I passed, I got interviewed and moved to LA two weeks later to start storyboarding.

Your work seems familiar. What do I know you from?

I've been on the internet for a long time! It could be a number of things. As maimai97 on dA I had a comic about next gen Pokemon characters called Pokemon 25 Years Later. As kilala97 I had some popular next gen ponies and also had a Steven Universe gemsona named Larimar. I'm also @yamujiburo, known most for drawing Jessie x Delia (hanamusa) a lot. I also work professionally! I've worked as a storyboard artist and director on Disney Channel's Big City Greens, I was a storyboard artist on one of the Steven Universe anti-racism shorts and I was a storyboard artist on Pokemon: Path to the Peak. Most recently I've been on season 6 of Dropout's Game Changer!

What program and brush do you use to draw?

Default brush in Storyboard pro. Photoshop sometimes just for compositing or specific effects.

PPPIDWTBAMG QUESTIONS

What is this project?

This is a project that started off as a silly idea that has since grown into me creating a 10 minute pilot animatic.

When and where can I watch the pilot!?

Now and right here!

What would this series be rated?

Ideally like PG13/TV14! Or whatever they call it. Definitely more geared to a YA audience. Not completely kiddy but also not what most people would consider adult animation to be

What are you planning to do with the project now that the pilot has released?

Don't know yet! There has been a lot of studio interest and even offers, so I'm in the process of talking with them and seeing if I can find this show a home or if I want to try doing it on my own or if I want to even continue with it at all. I know you guys are curious, but even if I wanted to tell you I couldn't. Just trust that I will make announcements as they come~

You said Aika had teammates, will we see them?

Because of the studio interest and potential for more of this show, there's some stuff I'm still holding close to my chest. This is one of them.

Do the characters have parents??

Zira does! As for Aika and Eclipse, this is something I'm still developing and don't really know myself haha

What are the characters' sexualities?

Don't know right now. Headcanon away!

What Pokémon would each cast member have?

Here you go!

Is "Star Guardian: Guardian of the Stars" a reference to that vine?

Nope! It's more so a parody for just really long and redundant titles which I love. Similar to the title of this project, which is called "Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl"

[justevelynnnn]

Don’t fight it

Pairing: Viltrumite!fem reader x Mark Grayson

Summary: You’re a secret viltramite on earth. After Nolan abandoned his post and couldn’t complete his one mission you stepped in, trying to convince Mark, but you couldn’t convince him to join the right side so now you two have to fight. But what happens when you fight your boyfriend and the adrenaline rush leads to something other than fighting?

Warnings: Smut 🔞, Fighting, swearing, reader is a female, reader gets her nose broke

A/N: I wrote and edited this in a day😭 I just had the idea pop in my head and I just had to get it out.

“Mark.”

“NO.” Your boyfriend runs a hand through his hair. “God…literally fuck you.”

It was a hot day. You stood there with your arms crossed, starting to sweat through your tank top now. The heat was making this even more irritating. It had been about a week since Nolan left and it was right before his fake funeral. You decided to confront Mark outside his house…maybe try to convince him yourself to join the cause. Nolan clearly was a failure at that, oh well, but now it was your turn.

“Mark, stop that. You know I love you. You love me. This is for a good cause!”

“Shut the fuck up, seriously. First, my dad….now YOU?”

He steps towards you so you step back a bit. You don’t want to fight him. You’ve known him for years. He’s never yelled at you, got aggressive…anything. You’re not too shocked by the reaction though..sure, the timing could’ve been better, but now has to be the time. Nolan is a dirty fucking traitor who ran away because he KNEW you were coming for him for not doing what he was supposed to. And if not you then the others.

It was his idea after all. To get Mark to fall in love with you and slowly convince him to help take over the planet. His words to be exact actually was he got distracted with Debbie, had a child and became attached…and obviously so; but you ended up falling in love with Mark too. Not part of the plan. It was embarrassing to admit really but it is what it is. You cared for him, but god, why couldn’t he just open his stupid eyes? The Viltrumites just want to help. It’s the humans fault if they get killed trying to resist. Right?

“Listen to me… We just want to help. Surely, Nolan explained that to you, right?” You say reaching a hand out but Mark promptly slaps it away.

“So, WHAT?! You guys just want to kill people.” He spat, face reddening and his chest rising and falling quickly.

“No one wants to kill anyone. But..”

“BUT NOTHING.”

“Mark-” you’re cut off from him shoving you harshly. So harsh that you stumble back a bit.

You instinctively get into a fighting stance, but no…no you don’t want to fight him. Anything, but that please…

“What? What? Huh?! You’re gonna beat me to a pulp too?! Push me through a moving subway too!?”

“Please, stop Mark. Please, I don’t want to do this.”

Another harsh shove. It’d be one thing if you were a regular human girl, but you assumed him knowing what you are now changed things. He started to float in the air. No suit, just the clothes he showed up in. A white tee and gray sweat shorts.

You stare into his eyes almost pleading, slightly confused by what he’s not understanding. If he cared so much about these….people, then why not allow the Viltrumites to step in and help this race get stronger?

You only arrived here from Viltrum about 10 years ago. You didn’t age much since then but you still appeared middle school aged. After you were found and adopted by some random couple you were soon enrolled into Mark’s middle school. That’s how you met him and eventually how your “parents” met Nolan and Debbie.

You could tell instantly this was Omni man. He’d been here for years so they sent you to see what was up. Mark was almost a splitting image of him and you immediately put two and two together even at your young age. Saying he was embarrassed was probably an understatement when you revealed yourself to him one day when you were “13”.

Nothing was the same since that day.

Nothing.

You genuinely did not want to hurt Mark, but the way his fists were balled up and his teeth were gritted,….

“Mark-”, you started once again.

“Shut. Up.” His scarred lip curled into an intense frown now. This was it. It was too late to convince him to stop. He continued with, “I’m not going to let ANYONE conquer my planet. I don’t care about viltrumite anything! I don’t care if you guys are trying to “help”.”

You didn’t respond. What could you say? It was clear he wasn’t going to be convinced anytime soon. You sighed and balled your own fists.

“I guess every couple fights at least once, huh?” You sighed. It was really more to yourself, but you almost forgot Mark had just as good ears as you.

Immediately, “What!? You think this is funny?!”

You didn’t get to respond as he soon launched towards you, landing a punch to your gut. You struggle and gasped as it was unexpected. It wasn’t enough to leave a mark or anything. You knew that. It wasn’t Mark’s style to kill, especially when it came to anyone he cared about.

But, did he really just do that? Oh, Mark…

And so it begins. You spring into the air pulling him by the shirt. You were unexpectedly more angry than you thought. If only you could get him to actually fucking listen for once. And something about him saying this was his planet….ugh. He doesn’t understand how weak and useless these people are to space.

You flung him to the ground once you were high enough. He had fiercely thrashed and clawed against you while in the air, tearing your shirt a bit in the process but never striking you again. He still cared. Maybe he didn’t want to fight either.

He landed with a loud thud with a huge puff of air immediately followed.

“We don’t have to do this.” You yelled once more. “Don’t fight this…”

No response. You couldn’t see him through the smoke that came from the landing as it hadn’t cleared completely yet but you knew he wasn’t dead.

Then, a yell as he again rose from the smoke and attacked you once more. He’s throwing punches you can easily dodge, grunting and yelling like he’s giving it all when you know he’s not. He’s weak but not…this weak.

You block his punches, dodge, land a couple of your own… you were a skilled fighter of course, but Mark despite hardly training was just as good.

The air was thick with fury and rage as you guys are just spinning and fighting in the air now. One punch landed you right in the face with a sick cracking noise from your nose following soon after. Ouch.

He broke your nose…

He actually broke your nose.

You both briefly stop for a moment. A hand instinctively raising to your nose to see blood leaking and covering your hand. Your eyes flicker to Mark as you see him hesitate. He doesn’t move, but behind that still an angry expression was a hint of concern. You smiled through the pain which only forced the confusion to show more. You push him back to the ground once more once you realized he was caught off guard enough.

You landed next to him in the street as he sprung up once more and you two started fighting and wrestling once more. You knocked him over a couple of more times, getting swift jabs in on his sides, but he keep getting up just as quick. Blood from your nose splattered everywhere landing on the ground, on yourself and Mark as you keep throwing punches and even some kicks. You tackled him and pushed him through his living room window (thank god Debbie wasn’t home to see this) and you landed with him in his lap, your hands pressed on his chest.

“You ready to listen?” You panted. Blood still dripping from your nose on his chest. You ignored the pain catching your breath hoping he’d stop. He’s pretty bruised up now, wasn’t this enough?

He didn’t respond but he just stared into your eyes catching his own breath. You almost started to admire how he looked underneath you until he quickly started to push you off of him, succeeding and quickly reeling his hand back. You blocked it just in time standing and started throwing your own punches his way repeatedly.

You two knocked into furniture violently. He backed into the cabinets causing Debbie’s glasses to fall and loudly shatter behind, and around him with some shards flying and slicing you. You tripped over a potted plant at one point trying to dodge a punch and once you landed on the ground he was immediately straddling you now.

You’d push him off if he wasn’t so pretty and literally your boyfriend who you weren’t supposed to fucking love in the first place. His hair stuck to his face as it was covered and dripping with sweat, a black eye was slowly forming which you felt a bit guilty for and his lip was now cut again. He panted once more as his hands wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but…enough. Enough to turn that adrenaline into something else.

A moment passed again. The universe must be saying something for you both to end up in this position over and over. And Mark must be saying something because you see him getting hard through his shorts. You guessed his adrenaline was going somewhere else too.

And, Jesus, did he look hot all sweaty and angry above you like this. Your sweet silly Mark, now suddenly the complete opposite.

You struggled a bit, almost still wanting to fight until he muttered darkly, “What? It’s like you said, don’t fight it…”

You watched as the anger in his eyes slowly turned into lust. Dangerous lust. Watching as he bit his lip, and muscles flexing as he tightened his grip ever so slightly. You let a moan slip and it was over.

He leaned down immediately to kiss you. His lips were still soft just like before but now with that irony taste of blood. Something about him was just so addicting. The way he growled as you reached to grope him through his pants, the way his grip tightened more so now you did struggle to breathe… the way his tongue fought yours violently like he was trying to eat you. Like he wanted to taste your final breath.

When he let go you gasped for air. You weren’t weak so no time soon when you were going to signal him to let go but a part of you also enjoyed the thrill. He only let go to fling off his shirt and yank his pants down his thighs. You almost froze eyeing his physique especially glistening like this with his sweat.

“Take your fucking clothes off.” He says harshly staring you down while simultaneously stroking himself. His tone and behavior slightly caught you off guard as you froze, and he snapped you out of it quickly by grabbing your face with one hand fiercely and barking, “Now.”

You start pulling your tank off your head as he pulled your shorts off, soon following your panties.

“Why does your underwater have the fucking viltrumite symbol on it?” He snickered eying the damp fabric. He proceeded to wave it in your face but all you could see was his muscles flexing in his arms, veins popping. Adrenaline was still rushing through your own body, but you could tell the same was for Mark.

“Some of us actually appreciate our heritage.” You spit back smirking. You wished deep down you wore something more attractive though.

“All of you are so weird.” He said spitting directly on your cunt. You flinched and fought back a moan as he promptly started to slowly finger you right after.

“You can barely fight, what makes you think you can fuck?” You try to say it with confidence, still slightly passed at him but more at yourself for allowwimg this to happen. Instead it comes out airy, filled with need because he’s fingering you with two fingers now with his thumb pressing your clit.

“Says the virgin.” He laughed dryly.

Now you’re more pissed. You told him that as a secret. Who does he think he is?

“What makes you thin-”, you start but you’re cut off by him roughly kissing you once more, and at some point he bites your lip, drawing blood. He licks it before you do.

He muttered a “shut up” as he kissed down your neck quickly and impatiently. At some point he stopped fingering you, and you almost whined at the loss. He pulled away to lick his soaked fingers clean with his tongue, moaning as he stared into your soul. You almost take this chance to his him again, which you actually do, but he stops you and swiftly flipped you over so you’re on all fours now.

A calloused hand pushes your face down before you try to get up, and another hand pressed down on your back forcing your arch a bit more.

“Don’t fight it.~” He says almost mockingly. You groan feeling him as he lined his tip against your entrance.

“Stop….saying that. If you’d just listen for once-”

“Nope.” He says that as he pushed his full length into you. The stretch forced a long lengthy moan out of you. It hurt so good.

Mark wasted no time moving either, groaning himself as he thrusted slowly. It was almost like he was savoring how your walls felt around him. It took you a minute to get used to his size, especially being inexperienced.

“Fuckk.”, He groaned deeply.

His hands grip each side of your hips as he steadied himself. Sweat dripped onto your back side now as he hovered above you. You felt your ass ripple each time his hips met it and his hands tighten as you playfully squeezed him. Hearing his breath hitch each time gave you a thrill once more.

Until he started pounding you harder and deliberately aiming for your sweet spot. You didn’t think he’d find it so fucking quick but oh he did. It wasn’t long before you were seeing stars. At this point you’d knew you wouldn’t last long at all in this position.

Then, Mark flipped you over once more, pushing your thighs by your head and forcing you into a mating press. Strangely, you felt very exposed suddenly as he stared at you like you were a piece of meat. You reached to attack him once more until he harshly grabbed your wrist, brows furrowed and a growl escaping his throat once more before he started fucking you again.

“I’m not gonna stop until you say you won’t take over Earth.” He spat slightly whimpering.

“Guess we’re gonna—fuck—be here awhile, h-huh?” You smiled up at him.

He didn’t respond. He just fucked you harder now. Angrier. One hand was around your throat with another on your hip holding you in place. It was almost like he had done this before.

This lasted awhile. Only the slick, sloppy sounds of skin meeting and desperate noises filled the damaged living room. You were lucky you two ended up on a rug of all places. Your thighs were slick and covered his lower half with juices. Blood still ran a bit from your nose down your face, your bitten lip now swollen.

At some point he was fucking you so good your hands reached around his back and just scratched. He whined but kept going, and going, and going. It was almost like he was pissed. His hand tightened again so you could barely breathe and you were getting closer.

And him rubbing your swollen clit wasn’t helping. Your mind was spiraling and your limbs felt like putty. He leaned by your ear, messy damp hair falling on your shoulders as he kept muttering sick, lewd things into your ear about how he was going to fill you up until you beg him to stop. How soon you two have your own viltrumite child. How you felt so damn good around him, so tight and warm….

All of it simply sent you over the edge as you shook violently. You never felt this much pleasure in your life. Never. You almost couldn’t see with how good this orgasm was. You sounded like a broken record as you came around him, scratching his back once more. He kissed you again, damn near eating all your moans and whines.

You didn’t come down from your high for 5 minutes and all the while Mark still fucked you.

“Ready to join my side?” He said simply, thrusting slowly chasing his own orgasm. You were getting overstimulated and kept quivering...but viltrumites do not back down from missions so easily so…

“Never.”

“Okay, suit yourself.” He chuckled as he picked up the pace once more. He proceeded to pick up your discarded underwear and shove it in your mouth to “keep you quiet”.

Deep down you knew there was truly no convincing him. And deeper down you didn’t care.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPxDC prompt: Danny is Chronos' first child.

Well, not his first child biologically, to be completely honest.

It just so happened that the Phantom very often helped/helps/will help Clockwork at different times and his presence next to the titan required an explanation.

And the opportunity to call Zeus a little brother is worth a lot, right? So when the Ancient came up with this idea Phantom did not resist just to have such a pleasant bonus from their cooperation.

However, in the time of the gods and heroes, such a solution was not a problem. But in modern times, when Phantom tries to attract as little attention as possible in order to graduate from university, such relatives are more likely to cause a lot of problems.

~~~~~

Wonder Woman: Uncle Danny?

Superman, who wanted to chase away a teenager serenely strolling through still smoking battlefield, turns to Wonder Woman, who is waving affably at excactly this guy.

Well, Fenton honestly happened to be in Fawcett City by accident, and it just so happened that by chance it was on this sunny and cloudless day that the villains decided to cause riots worthy of the attention of the founders of the Justice League.

Danny: Diana! My dear, it seems like we really haven't seen each other not for a long time! In what century was it? Ah, I honestly, I barely remember it... The speed at which children grow up defies the laws of time. I mean, look at you! Your mother must be so proud. How's Dad? Still not paying child support, arrogant bastard?

Wonder Woman: Oh, uncle, please. I'm all grown up now, don't worry about me.

Danny: Hm, well, let's get back to this question later. I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends. Anyway, would you like to introduce them, little princess?

Wonder Woman: Of course, meet Kal El, Batman, and Shazam. The rest of the guys have already returned to our base. Would you like to...

Danny: Ooh, you're talking about, um... What do you young people call it? The Justice League, right? During my youth, the heroes rarely united and mostly performed all the feats alone. It's good that you help each other, kids.

Danny flies up a little to pat Superman and Batman on the head.

Under the Diana's gaze full of hope that they will get along with her uncle, the men do not move.

In the background:

Red Hood and Robin who used to hang out with Danny near the Lazarus pits: *sounds of seagulls dying of laughter*

~~~~~

Flash: So you're Diana's uncle?

Danny: Yes, call me Danny.

Flash: Cool, cool...

Danny: What does the temperature have to do with it? Do you need ice? Let me make some for you.

Flash: No, it's like,um, I didn't know that Zeus has a younger brother with that name. So, it's good to know?

Danny: Hmm, thanks. Many people tell me that I look quite young, hah. But actually I'm his older brother, so...

Flash: Older? Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect.

Danny: No, it's all right. It's "cool". I rarely appear on the pages of your human myths and legends, I know it. After all this business about Chronos devours his own children, my father punished me for a long time. So, yeah...It's a funny story.

Flash: Punished for what? How?

Danny: Uh, sitting in a room at a time when there is no Internet or electricity is not fun at all. You see, I just didn't want a younger brother or sister because I was afraid that my parents would pay less attention to me. So, I made up this stupid prophecy and persuaded Gaea to tell it in order to remain the only child in the family. My father would never have thought that I would decide to kill him, that's why...Phah, it's just a bad family story. In 10 thousand years, we'll all laugh about it.

Flash: Yeah, that's... funny.

~~~~

Danny *is woken up by an emergency call from the League at three in the morning, although he fell asleep at two o'clock* (he gave his contact so as not to upset his niece): I knew this would happen! I knew it!

~~~~

Billy Batson *stands in his human form in front of the Justice League and doesn't know what to say*,*sweating nervous*.

Danny *enters the hall*: What's up, mortals, Diana and...Batman? My father said that there is something that I have to be here for. Oh! Well, at least someone in this family is also a shapeshifter. Have you decided to make a younger form so that your uncle doesn't feel lonely? What a good boy! Usually everyone is so afraid to seem like children, once they turn a couple of centuries old. Ah, youth~

Billy: Yeah, I decided to..experiment? and it seems I got stuck by accident.

Danny: It's okay, Uncle Danny will help you. Come on, let's go...

~~~~

Danny *teleports them to the Fawcett City*.

Billy: ....

Danny:

Billy: Hey, I'm still stuck!

A new portal opens and a man in a purple cape hands Billy a note. "Go to Constantine. P.S., my son always completes all assignments only by half, sorry." written on it.

Billy: Oh... OoOhHh!!!

~~~~

Meanwhile, Constantine, who is forced to do additional work: Son of a bi... beloved and respected Master of Time.

Danny: Yeap, that's me.

Constantine: Damn it. Couldn't you just let Batman adopt him like in other timelines?

Danny: And where's the fun in that?

[hadersversion]

but daddy i love him!

“no, i’m not coming to my senses. i know he’s crazy but he’s the one i want.”

pairing: rafe cameron x innocent kook!reader

word count: 5.8k

warnings: smut, minors dni!!! dry humping & fingering. corruption kink of sorts (rafe and an innocent reader has taken over me fully i apologize). parental violence/verbal abuse. fighting. rafe showing his true colors but quickly hiding it from the reader because rafe is a big softie for them. pet names (sweetheart, honey, darling, baby, pretty/good girl). aftercare. let me know if i miss any!

mood board!

rafe cameron was bad news.

anyone in the outer banks could tell you that.

he was a fighter, a shit-talker, a guy who you couldn’t trust.

but there was something so intriguing about him that you just couldn’t turn away.

from the day you moved to island almost 10 years ago, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. you would see him at parties, the country club, when you would hang out with his sister, around town on his motorbike with his buddies. but you had to push that crush deep down because no one in their right mind would go after that boy.

except you.

you stretched yourself on the court, waiting for your dad to come out with drinks before your tennis match. that’s when you saw him and his friends making their way to the locker room. they had just got done their round of golf, you could tell by their bags. you tried not to stare, but your eyes seemed to have a mind of their own.

“hey, y/n.” you heard him call, with a smirk painted across his face.

your face blushed and you waved to him. “hey rafe.” play it cool, play it cool.

you can see him look you up and down, staring at your legs. “nice skirt.”

you looked down at the new, white tennis skirt your dad had bought you for your report card. your fingers found a loose thread, beginning to toy with it to deal with the embarrassment you felt. “t-thanks.”

he nods before looking behind you. “mr. y/l/n.” he nods with a quick wave. you turn around to see your dad with two waters and a stern look on his face. “enjoy your game.” he says before going inside.

your dad stands over you as you sit, handing a water bottle over. “that cameron boy…” he lets out a deep sigh.

“what?” you question, getting up and brushing your legs off.

your dad pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. “he’s not the kind of guy you want to be friends with, sweetie. he’s a bad seed.”

“but how do you know that?” you question, trying not to sound too suspicious.

your dad picks up his racket and makes his way over to his side of the net. “i know ward cameron. and i know how rafe is just like his dad, thinks he can get anything he wants. thinks there is no consequences to life. but there is. there always is.” your dad shakes his head. “i saw him beating up some kid here not that long ago. sure, he was a pogue but doesn’t give rafe the right to walk around like the king of the outer banks. but until someone stops him, humbles him, things’ll never change.”

you stand there, uncomfortable. all you wanted to do was defend rafe, though you weren’t close like that. but your dad is a one way street. it’s his way or no way. so all you can do is nod. “oh…okay.” you say simply, getting ready for the match.

“just promise me you won’t get mixed up with the likes of that boy, please?” your father looks sincere.

you bite your lip and look down at your clean, white shoes. “yes sir.”

“good, now watch me beat you in tennis.” he says with a laugh. i fake a smile, getting on with the game, but still have rafe in the back of my mind.

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you didn’t see rafe again until the night of a house party at topper’s house.

your friends and you walk in, buzzed from the pre-game. they immediately all go their separate ways, looking for drinks, boys, or both. this leaves you standing awkwardly by a table, talking to some people from school. they talk about prom, their grades, and teachers, making you mentally check out from the conversation. that’s when he catches your eye, he is talking to topper and kelce with a red solo cup in his hand. you watch his every move, how big and veiny his hands are, practically cover the entire cup. how he constantly pushes his hair back while he talks, almost seeming like a force of habit he has. he also licks his lips a lot, sending a very graphic image of rafe between your le-

he looks up, meeting your gaze. a blush forms on your face as you try to hide your embarrassment but taking a sip of alcohol from your cup. you give yourself some time, staring into the cup before looking up again. but when you look at him, he hasn’t stopped staring at you. the blush you fought so hard to keep away makes your face feel like it’s on fire.

you watch as he excuses himself and makes his way over to you. this has to be a dream? or some prank, right?

“hey there, y/n.” he snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. every person who you are talking to looks over to rafe then back at you. “didn’t know you were coming.”

you awkwardly shrug. “last minute choice by my friends.”

his eyes burn holes into your body as he looks you up and down. “well, i’m glad you’re here.” you nod at him, offering a shy smile. “looks like you need another drink, come inside and i’ll get you one.” he nods his head towards the kitchen door. the group you're with is watching this conversation like it’s a TV show. you make my way through them and stand next to him. he automatically puts his hand on your back and leads you inside. the feeling of his touch sends chills down your spine but it almost feels like his hand is meant to be there. like his touch is the missing piece in your life.

you get into the kitchen and he heads towards the fridge, grabbing juice and handing it over. “you strike me as a vodka and juice, girl.” he says with a smile, making my insides melt.

“and what makes you say that?” you ask, putting your hand on my hip, playing into his little game of flirting.

“well, you’re sweet and you seem to play it safe. you don’t really drink a lot but when you do, you’re never blacked out.” he admits with a laugh, giving his diagnosis. “juice is sweet and vodka is the safest way to get a little drunk, in my opinion.” he stares at your face, waiting for a response.

“you’re good, rafe cameron. a little too good.” you admit, grabbing the juice and filling up the cup. he stands over you, giving me the vodka next. “didn’t know i was that easy to read.”

“you’re not.” he admits, staring down at you while you drink. “i just think i have a special interest in you.”

you freeze in place, there’s no way he’s admitting this to you. right now. the boy you’ve been pining after since the first grade. you can tell you're shutting down but you need to play it cool. “oh really?” you look up at his blue eyes, getting lost in them instantaneously.

“really.” he steps closer, inches away from my face. you know you are not that drunk but your head feels like it’s spinning under his gaze. he leans in a little closer, your noses brushing, when the kitchen door slams and topper can be seen stumbling in. his obnoxious laugh fills the room, making rafe close his eyes and sigh. “what could you possibly want right now?”

topper laughs and comes up beside rafe, he’s clearly fucked up. “i’m just looking for some weed, man.” he hits his chest playfully. “don’t let me get in your way.”

rafe pushes him away, making topper laugh harder at us. he looks at you before speaking. “sorry for being a cockblock.”

rafe narrows his eyes at him. “just get the fuck outta here, top.”

topper staggers into the other room, still laughing.

“sorry about him. when he drinks, he becomes an asshole.” he says, running a hand across his face.

“is he drunk all the time?” i ask with a new found confidence in my voice.

rafe looks at me and laughs. “seems to be.”

you both stand in silence, not moving away from each other but unable to bring the moment back.

“i like you.” he admits.

you stare at him, unable to speak. “w-what?”

“i think you heard me, y/n.” he smiles cockily, looking into your eyes.

you look back at him. “you barely know me, rafe.”

“doesn’t mean i can’t like you.” he sips his cup and nudges your shoulder with his. “i think you could say the same about me.” he gets closer, whispering into your ear. “don’t think i don’t notice how you stare at me when i’m around.”

you feel the air leave your body and you bite your lip. you feel like your cornered and have nowhere to go. “i-i-uh…”

he brushes his finger against your lip, almost like he’s shushing you. but you can’t even fight the way your body reacts to his touch. “it’s okay, honey. i like it. i like it a lot.” he says in a whisper, almost making you forget you aren’t the only two people in the world. it feels like you can read his mind just by looking into his blue eyes. he wants you…screw that, rafe cameron needs you. and you need him. forget what your father says, or the town, or even your friends. this seems to be all you need.

how am i ever going to recover from this? you thought to yourself.

you hear your friend call your name from outside. rafe looks over as they yell from outside. “i’ll see you around, how’s that sound?” you look at him, unable to think when he looks at you like this. his hand brushes against your face before walking back out into the party.

you stand there, still as your friend comes in. “you alright? looks like you seen a ghost or something.” she asks you, laughing a bit.

“all good.” was all you can get out, staring straight ahead at the door rafe just left in.

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ever since the party, rafe found little ways to be around you.

whether it was joining you at the country club while you played tennis or hanging around you when he saw you at the beach reading. he even started knocking on the front door of your mansion to just talk on your porch, something you had to hide from your dad. with these interactions, you had no idea what everyone was warning you about with him. he was one of the sweetest guys you ever met. for weeks, you and rafe had begun a nice friendship.

but the almost kiss at topper's party was never spoken of again.

the two of you sat on your porch swing, the air was warm as summer was slowly approaching. your legs laid flatly across rafe’s lap, looking directly at him. you poured a glass of lemonade for you both, sparking rafe to hit you with a “you sure you don’t want some vodka in this?”

when you’re with rafe, the conversations seem to just flow like you are the oldest of friends. you could talk about anything and nothing at the same time. he went on for the past five minutes about how he used to love playing lacrosse but one injury affected his whole career for him.

“it sucked, ya know? i never felt like i belonged anywhere, or had a close bond with anyone like i did on that team. then one fucking torn acl later and it’s all gone for me. i had college scouts looking at me and everything. i could’ve escaped this place and lived the real college experience.” he looked out into the water that faced your house. he turned to you and smiled awkwardly. “jeez, i’m sorry i just don’t shut up.”

you chuckle at him, loving how he put some of his walls down around you. “it’s okay, i like hearing ya talk. it’s soothing.” you smile innocently at him.

he gazes into your eyes and nods, his expression softening. “really?” you nod and he just stares at you. “you’re one of a kind, ya know?” his fingers start to rub innocent circles on your leg.

“and why’s that?” you ask him.

“i-i don’t know, i feel like i can be myself around you.” he admits. “don’t ever quote me on that because i’ll deny that shit.” he points, gaining a laugh from you.

“don’t want anyone to know rafe cameron can be a softie?” you tease him.

“shut up, i’m not a softie.”

“i think you can be behind close doors.” you say.

he stops rubbing your leg and turns to you. “oh shut up.”

“well, you’re gonna have to make me then.” you say without thinking.

rafe looks at you with a fire in his eyes that you haven’t seen since the party. “what was that?” he cocks his eyebrow at you.

you just stare into his eyes, straightening your shoulders back. a confidence striking you like never before. “i think you heard me, rafe.”

without missing a beat, rafe connects your lips. all of that pent-up tension, gone within that very second. his hands found his way to your face, cupping it ever so lightly like you were a delicate flower he was so lucky to have found. his hands slowly slid down your body, like he was trying to memorize every inch of your skin. "jesus, this is all i've been thinking about." he said breaking away, looking into your eyes.

"then, don't stop." you say breathlessly, climbing on top of his lap, kissing him again.

you can tell this move took rafe by surprise as he let out a soft moan in the kiss. the innocence he once thought you possessed was now all gone. you slowly began grinding yourself against rafe's clothed cock, which was slightly hardening. "fuck, who knew you had it in you, honey." he said as he kissed down your jaw. you never felt so needier in your life chasing a high with rafe that you thought you could only dream about.

your face blushed as you looked down at rafe who was staring up at you like you were a painting held high in the louvre. the more you looked down, the more self-conscious you became. your pace which was rapidly increasing started to falter. "hey, hey, sweetheart. don't stop now. what's wrong? talk to me." he caressed your face so lovingly.

you bit your lip and closed your eyes, still out of breathe. "i-i-i don't know. what if i'm doing this wrong? or it's weird for you? i'm just nervous, i never did this before."

"did what, sweetheart? dry humped?" he almost laughed, pushing hair out of your face.

you shrugged. "well yes and no..." your voice started to trail off.

"yes and no?" rafe stared at you with a puzzled expression, trying to crack the code. you watched as he deciphered your words and the gears started to turn. "y/n, have you ever been with someone like...sexually before?"

you wanted to cry, the embarrassment being too hard to handle. you just laid your head against rafe's chest and sighed. "please, don't think of me any differently. i just...i just haven't found the right person to do all this with, ya know? i used to be scared but with you...i don't know, i feel ready." rafe sat there in silence, his hands falling to your waist and gripping them. you break away from his chest and stare into his eyes, which have seemed to darken. "rafe?"

"you trust me?" he asks simply. you nod shyly, causing his breath to hitch. you can feel his pants grow tighter under you. "i want you to keep going, do you hear me? don't stop until you cum on my pants." it sounds like he is giving you orders. he brings his thumb across your lip and gives a menacing smirk. "you wanna be all mine, huh? you pretty girl. show me your mine."

with his reassurance, you pick up you begin to rub yourself against his pants. your hands grip his shoulders as he holds you down on him. "good girl, keep it going." the material of his jeans feel rough against your clothed cunt but it adds a sensation you have never felt before. "shit, look at how pretty you look on me. can't wait to bury my cock inside you. would you like that? my cock being so far inside you, you can feel it in your stomach?"

you let out a pathetic whine, your head falling back from the pleasure you have building up inside. "y-yes."

"good girl, but we gotta start with the basics, right?" his hands start to trail up your body, stopping at your closed breasts. he cups them with his hands and smiles when you cry his name. "i got you, baby. c'mon, you know you wanna cum."

you quickly grind against him, feeling desperate as you chase your high. with his words of praise and reassurance, you can feel yourself ready to release. with one quick movement, you feel the tension building up in your stomach release as you cum on rafe. tears prick your eyes as you repeat his name over and over again. "rafe, rafe, rafe."

he stares at you in awe as you finish on him. the sight of your teary eyes and his name falling from your lips in such a needy way pushed him over the edge. he found himself cumming in his pants like he was a high schooler all over again.

you both stayed there, out of breathe, not moving once. you felt like a whole new person even though barely anything has changed.

"you alright?" he asks, pushing hair away from your face.

you tiredly nod, not knowing how to form words. your hooded eyes just take in the view of rafe, his face read and sweaty with a cocky smirk painted across it.

he bites his lip and kisses you gently. "there's more where that came from, you know?" he says and your head reels. "i've been waiting for so long to have you to myself, sweetheart. i don't plan on letting go now."

you giggle into his chest and nod. "don't gotta worry about me leaving, trust me. i've never felt so good in my life." the sweet yet sensual moment you two shared came to a halt when you heard your dad's truck pulling up the gravel road to your house. "shit." you quickly climb off rafe, trying to compose yourself.

your father quickly exited the truck, slamming the door behind him. he seemed to race up to the two of you as you sat there. rafe's hand protectively went over yours as your father approached. "the hell is he doing here?" he fumes.

"d-dad, we're just hanging out." you lie to his face.

"yes sir, that's all we were doing." rafe says camly, looking at him in the eyes.

your father head snaps towards rafe. "was i talking to you, boy? no. stay outta it." his attention focuses back to you. "i told you to not mess with the likings of this boy and what do you do behind my back?" he screams at you. "you go around with this...this hooligan! i want him off my property now. acting like some easy girl, i raised you better."

"b-but, daddy." you pout, trying not to cry as rafe squeezes your hand.

"sir, you're being too hard on her. it's not her fault." rafe tries to calm him down.

your father's finger rests on rafe's chest as he gets close to his face. "oh i know that, rafe. it's you and your typical bullshit. my daughter wouldn't act this way if it wasn't for you. look at you, you're probably using her."

rafe's fists clenched as your father talks down to him, no one does this to him and gets away with it. "sir, i suggest you put that finger down."

"or what?" your father snickers in his face.

rafe's whole demeanor shifts, the sweet boy you were just talking to now gone. like he was never even there. it honestly scared you how fast rafe can change personalities. "you don't even want to know." he grits his teeth. you hate to admit the affect this took on your body, clenching your legs together.

your father drops his finger and turns to you. "inside, now." he says, grabbing your arm. before you can fight him off, he's dragging you away from rafe.

"it's okay, baby, we'll figure this out." he reassures as you are being brought into your house. "fuck!" he screams as soon as the door slams shut.

you watch as rafe makes his way to his truck, slamming the door shut and driving away. you turn to your father who just stares at you as you cry. "screw you!" you say before running upstairs and locking yourself in your room.

you finally had him and now you lost him.

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the days past since you saw rafe.

your father grounded you and cut you off from the outside world.

you sat by your window and waited, having some false hope that rafe would be your knight in shining armor and take you away from this place. your father pulled up the driveway and seemed to struggle getting out of his truck.

you met him at the door, ready to deal with the bullshit he would throw you today. when you opened your door, your father seemed battered and bruised.

"holy sh-i mean...what happened?" you asked, holding the door open for your dad as he sat on the recliner.

"nothing." he shuttered. "nothing happened."

you stood there and crossed your arms. "clearly something happened."

he shook his head, seeming almost fearful. "nothing happened, now drop it." you stood there as he turned to you. "you aren't grounded anymore. your phone is on my dresser." he seemed almost defeated.

you stared at your dad trying to understand what the hell is going on. are you in the twilight zone? you knew you wouldn't get an answer out of him so you grabbed your things and raced out of the house before he could change his mind. the sun was setting but you didn't care, you had one thing and one thing only on your mind.

you got on your bike and raced towards tannyhill. when you finally got there, you threw your bike down and almost ran to the front door. with two knocks, wheezie opened the door.

"y/n?" she said with a smirk.

"hey, wheezie, is rafe home?" you say, snooping around the insides of the home.

she rolls her eyes and opens the door. "in his room."

you walk up the stairs and stop right before his door. your fist hovering over it before connecting it to the wood. after a few seconds, rafe stands there in the almost dark room.

"y/n." he says, almost as though he was expecting you to be here.

you quickly jump into his arms, holding onto him by his neck. you missed this. the way he smelled, the way he felt, everything about this boy drive you wild. "i missed you."

"i missed you too, honey. come on in." he lets you into his room. this was your first time being in here. sure, you've seen it through snapchat and pictures he sends but that's it. it's the typical boy room but it felt authentic. it felt like rafe.

you sit down on his bed as he walks around, picking up clothes off the floor. "didn't think i'd be having guests." he doesn't seem like his usual self, maybe you caught him at a bad time? but he invited you in, so you stayed.

you laugh at him. "no big deal, the old man let me off the hook tonight. it was weird, he came home all messed up. i tried asking but he kinda pushed me away. it was weird."

rafe stood there, silently. "oh really?"

"yeah, super strange. he's not usually the fighter type. never has been." you watch him stand there. "you all good?"

he nods and turns to you. "i am, now that you're here."

you smile at him as he approaches you. you open your legs so he can stand in between them, looking down at you. he traces your face with his finger, stopping at your lips. "all mine, sweetheart. all mine." he says before bending down to kiss you. the kiss feels rough, almost as though you are a fresh breathe of air that rafe has been waiting for. he pushes you down onto his bed and crawls on top of you.

you break the kiss and look into his eyes, his room is dark so you can only make out certain features. but you bring your hand to his face and hold his cheek, which makes him wince. "oh, i'm sorry, did i hurt you?"

"n-no, it's all good." he tries to kiss you again but you stop him.

"rafe?" you ask him, making him stop once again. "what's wrong? tell me."

"goddamn! nothing is wrong, okay? i can't miss you." he says, running a hand through his hair. you try to study his face but can't even see him. you reach over for his bedside lamp. "no, no, leave it of-" before he can stop you, the light is on. his beautiful face has a large bruise under his right eye and cheek. his lip busted and knuckles bruised.

"rafe?" you question, sitting up.

"y/n, i can explain." he pleads.

then it all makes sense. your father coming home all battered and bruised, rafe's current state, you being let off the hook too easily.

"you don't even want to know."

"it's okay, baby, we'll figure this out."

his words from that night ring through your head. the way his whole demeanor changed that night into a person you've never seen before.

"d-did you?" you ask with teary eyes.

"baby, look at me. i can explain." he begs you but you start to get up.

"explain what? how you beat up my fucking dad!?" you yelled, trying to grasp the millions of thoughts you had. "h-how could you?" you stand by his door, pacing, with your head in your hands.

he walks up to you, grabbing your hand. "look at me, honey, please. look at me." he begs you, trying to grab your attention.

when you finally turn to him, you see the cuts and bruises again. "rafe, why?" you say with a tear slipping down.

"because i love you, honey. you're my girl and i don't give a fuck who it is, they cannot talk to you the way your own father did. calling you easy, acting like your dumb for being around me. nobody should ever talk to you like that, ever." you stop and he cups your face in his hands. "i just wanted to talk to him, okay? all i wanted to do was talk. but then he started again with how i'm a bad person and how you were being stupid for even acknowledging me. he said he didn't need a guy like me corrupting his daughter and i snapped."

you gazed into his eyes, they looked as though they were pleading with you to see why he did what he did.

"please, say something. please." he states.

you sigh and close your eyes. "rafe, i don't need you going around defending my honor, especially to my dad. it's not worth it."

"not worth it? sweetheart, look at me." you open your eyes. "you are worth everything to me, you hear me? everything. i would kill for you if you asked me to. i never had someone care for me the way you do, have someone listen to me, or even treat me normally. you mean the world to me, y/n. i love you."

and there it was.

rafe cameron, for once in his life, showed affection.

he told someone they love them.

"i'm sorry it was your dad, okay? sometimes, i black out and can't remember things when i'm angry. i act on my impulses. but with you, i never feel that way." he shakes his head, trying to contain all his emotions. your eyes water again, causing him to wipe the tears. "what's wrong, baby? talk to me."

you smile through the tears. "i just, i love you too." no one has ever made you feel so safe and loved in one moment than rafe has this past month. he's all you could ever ask for.

he beams down at you, shaking his head. "you mean that?"

"with every ounce of my body, i love you." you admit.

his heart swelled as he connected your lips once more to his. you were all his, all he ever needed in life to feel whole.

rafe pushes you against the door, a light moan slipping from your lips as he presses himself against you.

"you like that?" he asks, a satisfied smirk on his face as he kisses your cheek and goes down your neck.

you nod under his touch, like you're cast in his spell. "y-yes."

"you want more?" he asks, sucking on one spot of your neck for a long time. all you can do is nod, already becoming a mess because of him. he pulls away, having you almost whimper from the lack of contact. "not uh, baby, gotta hear some words out of that beautiful mouth of yours. i'll repeat myself, do you want more."

"y-yes, rafe, yes please."

he groans at your begging and nods. "good girl." he pulls you over to the bed and guides you toward it. you feel the bed hit the back of your knees and you sit down, looking up at him. he quickly takes his shirt off and tosses it to the side.

he kisses your lips lightly as his hands find the end of your shirt, lightly toying with the fabric. "y-you can take it off." with the reassurance, he slips the top off and leaves it next to you. his eyes take in your body, your breasts pooling out of a flimsy green bralette. he sucks his tongue and gently runs his fingers over your tits.

"so pretty and they're all for me." he slowly reaches behind your back and unclasps the bralette with one hand, letting it fall down your body. you could swear rafe has tiny hearts in his eyes as they bore onto your half-naked body. "lay down." you follow his orders and lay against his pillows. his bedroom light shines over his features and the cuts from the fight. you bring your hand up to touch them and he gives into your touch. "you okay?"

"more than okay." you tell him.

he kisses your hand then his lips meet with yours once again. he then lets his lips trail across your cheek, jaw, neck, and down to your chest. he stares at your tits before peppering them both with kisses. he then takes one nipple in his mouth, slowly, and grabs your other one with your free hand to give a squeeze. your body instantaneously reacts to rafe's touch, moaning at the sensation of his lips. "you like that, huh?" he almost teases, switching to the other nipple.

"m-more." you whisper out, clenching your eyes.

"what was that, honey? need you to speak up for me." he grins.

"please, i want more, rafe. touch me more." you raise your voice.

"you got it." his hand leaves your tit and trails slowly down your body, resting at the hem of your jeans. he unbuttons them and lets his hands slide down your underwear, his hands automatically getting soaked. "shit, baby, all this for me?" he runs ins finger down your cunt and gathering your slick, bringing it to his mouth. he sucks it off his fingers as you watch in awe. "you're just too sweet for me, you know that?"

he doesn't even give you time to think before he puts his fingers back inside you, swirling your cunt. your hands grab his shoulders, holding onto them for dear life. "it's okay, i got ya, i always got ya." he reassures as he slowly slips one finger into your tight hole. "jesus, honey, with a hole this tight i don't know how long i'll last." he says as he slips his finger in and out of you, his thumb still toying with your clit.

your head falls back as more moans fall from your lips. "more, rafe, please give me more."

he laughs slightly. "cocky little thing, aren't ya? if you insist." he adds one more finger, your hole clenching around him as his finger slip in and out. "look how pretty you look with my fingers inside of you." he says before kissing your mouth, collecting your moans. you're so wet you hear the noises your pussy is making around him. you feel overstimulated as rafe keeps going, not stopping once. tears prick your eyes as you feel your high approaching. his thumb rubs harder as your nails connect to rafe's chest, dragging them down. "my pretty baby, i just love you so much." he says, staring at you.

with those words, you feel yourself being pushed to pleasure. you cum all over rafe's fingers, crying out his name. "rafe!"

he lets you ride out your high before taking his fingers out and putting them in his mouth like he did before. "never gonna get tired of that."

he gets up and heads to the bathroom. you want to talk to him, ask him where he's going, but you're too tired. you've never felt this good, not even from your own fingers. rafe comes back with a towel in his hand, gently, he pulls off your shorts and panties, cleaning off your pussy. the water is nice and warm as he gets you situated. he drops the rag and crawls into his bed next to you, holding you tightly.

"you know, if you want me to go dow-" but before you can finish that sentence he kisses your forehead.

"no need to rush there, honey. i wanna take my time with you, wanna show you how good i can make you feel." your heart melts in your chest as he rubs your back lightly. "get some rest, alright?"

you fall asleep fast in his arms, he holds you there the entire night and doesn't plan on letting go.

[lilnasxvevo]

It’s been 2 months since the first time I informed maintenance, with pictures, of the ongoing water damage problem going on with my bathroom ceiling. They marked the ticket received but never got back to me. Today I made a new maintenance ticket and included a ticket of how much worse the damage has gotten due to their negligence. I love renting so much truly

[lieslab]

Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: Og8 X fem reader

Summary: When you struggle being the only woman in the group, the guys will do whatever it takes to make you feel better, even if it means walking in your shoes.

Genre: 9th member AU

Word Count: 5.9k

Trigger warning: Struggles with girlhood/womanhood, self-hatred, insecurities, internalized misogyny, and gender envy (if you squint hard enough)

A/N: There were three of you that requested fem reader stuff and I compacted everything into this long drabble, so it's a triple kill. There are bits and pieces of everything in here, along with my own perspective on being a girl. 10/10 do recommend reading, even if you don't identify with womanhood because things get stupidly silly.

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A girl is a gun. The brain is a chamber. Every thought is a bullet. Society is good at labels. The moment you’re freed from your mother’s womb, there’s a label. Everyone tends to see you as blue or pink. Boy or Girl. 

Blue is for boys. Stronger and masculine, filled with so much might. They might bow to the side, but they never break. Rigid spines and the strength that women will never have. Not ever. 

Pink is for girls. Soft and delicate. Sweet and fragile. Girls are not as strong as men. When they sway, if they topple, they fall apart into thousands of pieces. Men are more emotionally mature, physically stronger, and girls? Well, girls are just breakable. 

“I need some big strong boys to help me move some stuff.” 

The first words that so many girls hear in their early years. The first acknowledgement that plants the seed of doubt in any growing girl. Staring down at our bodies and then watching the line of eager boys that jumped up at the opportunity to help a teacher. A parent. A coach. The confident stride as the boys rushed forward, eager to accept the compliment from someone we were supposed to look up to. 

It always leads to a wave of sadness and what-ifs. Am I not good enough? Do I not share that same strength, despite being a little taller than some of those boys? A product of patriarchy, wrapped in a reminder that women will always be second to men, society judges us before we have the chance to prove ourselves. 

And being tossed into a group of eight guys to follow your dreams? Your mindset twisted and feelings blurred before you bloomed. 

~ ~ ~ 

South Korea’s strict standards, you struggled with them. Each interview, questions always bubbled and popped up. Never at you, always directed towards the others, but specifically Chan. The interview’s lips would pull back in a smile and the guys would laugh. 

What was it like to boss you around? You tried to brush off the question and pretend it didn’t hurt, but it always did. Why did it have to come down to this? All your talents pushed aside to engage in a stupid question. You weren’t even the youngest in the group, but it always felt like it. 

“I tease her all the time.” Chan glanced over at you, the first time it happened. “She listens to us quite well. I have nothing to complain about. The easiest to get along with, the one who actually listens to what she’s told, I respect her a lot. I hope she respects me just as much.” 

The response felt lukewarm in your head. Why did you have to be the one to follow orders? A strict routine and bowing down to the guys. It always felt like you had to be the mother. You weren’t, but that’s how so many people viewed it. You were a woman, you were the maternal coddling of the group, even if you really weren’t. Your arms crossed over your chest, but you still tried to smile. It never met your eyes. 

It was that interview that the doubt poured in. Everything you thought you knew felt wrong. During the interview, you wore a lower cut top. You didn’t mind it, you felt comfortable, and you got along with the stylist pretty well. If it was something you weren’t comfortable with, you would have spoken up. You always had and you always would. 

After the interview and heading home, you spent most of that evening in your bedroom. Scrolling through your hidden twitter timeline, you watched the comments roll in. Not enough curves here, too much there. Why did it matter? It’s not like you could customize your body at the drop of the hat. In fact, you liked your body up until that point. 

Each tweet fueled the self hatred within you. Maybe you should have been more insecure of your flat chest. Didn’t you want to be seen as a woman? Didn’t you want to catch the attention of guys? To have them look you up and down in fascination? Doesn’t being a woman mean you want to be wanted? To be needed? To have your body idolized and worshipped? 

You threw your phone the moment a knock appeared at your door. “Come in.” 

The brass knobbed turned and Chan’s head poked in a small gap. “Hey, there you are. You’ve been missing since we came home from the interview. I came to see if you were okay.” 

You hesitated and then shrugged. He frowned, stepped inside the room, and shut the door behind him. Your room had been filled with posters and all the little trinkets that made you who you were. The scent of a favorite candle and bursts of your favorite color. This was your safest haven and your home. 

“What’s the glum face for? Do you want to talk about it?” He walked closer, cautiously slipping onto the side of your bed. The hinges squeaked and he reached a hand towards you. 

You looked down at it, staring at the lines scattered throughout his palm. A few weeks ago, you all filmed a new Skz Code video where your palms were read. You remembered what the palm reader said about him. Great fortune, good health, and a long life. You wished your own palm reading would have mirrored his. 

“Please don’t shut me out.” 

You inhaled through your nose and exhaled in a sigh. “It’s kinda stupid, really.” You pulled your gaze away and glanced at one of your posters. “You know when the interviewer asked you how it felt to boss me around?” 

“Mhm.” 

“It just…” 

“What?” 

“I guess it just…” You shrugged, trying to find the right words. “It just feels like something like that always comes up in interviews. A question that’s worded in a manner that makes me feel like I’m not my own individual. Like I’m incompetent and unimportant. I know it’s just a question and I shouldn’t assume things, but to me, that’s what it comes off as.” 

“I know I’m a woman and I know when I first got here, things were weird between us all, but I’m me. You know? I have talents and a personality and–” The anger came back and your words turned bitter. “It’s like ‘I’m just a girl.’ I’m ‘only’ a girl. Defenseless and useless.” 

“None of us see you that way.” His hand snaked over, wrapping around your knee. He squeezed it lightly, reminding you that you weren’t alone. “We never see you like that.” 

You blinked rapidly. “What do I have to do to be seen for myself? How do I show everyone that I’m me? Everyone treats being a woman like it’s a curse and when interviewers say stuff like that, it feels like it.”

“We’ll figure it out. The guys and I will answer it in a different way. We’ll try to find the right things to say, so it doesn’t seem like we’re–” 

“I know you’re not hurting me on purpose. Maybe I really am just being dramatic. I’m probably thinking about it too much. It was just a question.” 

“But if a question hurts you, if the way I answer it hurts something inside of you, that’s not a bad thing. That just means that there’s something in you aching and I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” 

“Thanks, Chan.” 

He squeezed your knee again and patted your thigh. “So if you feel a little better, maybe we can have you come downstairs now? Minho helped Felix and Jeongin make some food. They didn’t burn down the kitchen and they’re eager for you to try it.” 

You nodded, reached over, and grabbed his hand; ready to try and take on the world again. 

~ ~ ~ 

A new concept, another thing to try, and something else to bring to life. You’d all been working so tirelessly recording things and practicing new dances. A fresh batch of interviews and a new comeback date. Your heart jittered with nerves and as the days passed by, excitement grew.

It died the moment the stylist brought out a bright pink dress with ruffles. You sucked in a deep breath, scanning the dress, trying to find one part of it you liked. “It’s very uhm…” 

“Pink?” The stylist offered. She laughed and hung it along a rolling rack. “Yeah, the creative team placed it together.” 

“So what are the guys wearing?” 

“Black suits.” 

“Why can’t I wear a black suit?” 

“Why would you want to wear a suit? They’re itchy and uncomfortable. This dress is more flowy and pink. Pink! Isn’t it gorgeous?” 

Your heart deflated. Why did the color pink feel so wrong? You always switched back and forth upon it. Some shades, you wanted to stare at for hours. Others felt too much. Too bright. Too girly. 

It left a bitter taste in your mouth just thinking about it. When did describing something as ‘girly’ become such a bad thing? Too prissy. Too sissy. Something only a girl would do. Why did it feel so demeaning and almost derogatory? To be ‘too girly’ was a curse. 

You knew what it was like to grow up and not want to be like other girls. To be just like other girls was to be meaningless. To be the exact same shade of pink; bland, boring, and worthless. A clump of coal whereas some girls sparkled like diamonds. You wanted that, you chased that. 

For so long, you didn’t want to be like other girls. Internalized misogyny ran deep. The way it was so easy to belittle your own gender, just because you could. Girlhood is so hard. You rolled your eyes at lip gloss and scoffed at makeup. It took so long to unlearn and retrain your internal thoughts. Maybe other girls weren’t the problem, maybe it was just you. 

The way it felt like the way to victory was by stepping on the hands of other girls. Catching the attention of your crush. Doing whatever you could to grab his attention, even if it meant changing yourself entirely. Didn’t you want to appeal to his standards? To be wanted eagerly and be entirely devoted to? To be adored and worshipped like a real life goddess. 

When you saw that dress, you damned it too girly. You didn’t want to wear the stupid dress, you wanted the suit. You liked the color better and you liked the idea of blending in with the rest of the guys. 

You didn’t want to be the pick-me so much anymore, you just wanted a place to belong. 

~ ~ ~ 

“Yo, what’s up with their new look? What happened to the pink dress moment? This new look is sooo ugly. Ugh.” 

“Has anyone else checked out the girl in Stray Kids? Is she trying to be one of the guys? Lmfao.” 

Worthless voices cycled your Twitter feed. You tried to ignore them, but the stupid recommended feed kept giving them to you. When you couldn’t take it anymore, you threw your phone onto the ground, causing Changbin and Minho’s conversation to halt. 

“Uh…” Changbin’s eyebrow raised. “Did you mean to throw your phone?” 

“Yeah, I hate everyone. Everyone is stupid and dumb and I hope they die.” 

“Agreed,” Minho nodded. “Who did what to piss you off this time? Did Seungmin eat your leftovers from last night again?” 

“No, it’s just everyone on Twitter. They all have a degree in dumbassery.” 

Changbin snorted and shook his head. “Why are you even on Twitter? You’re giving power to voices that don’t matter. You shouldn’t listen to them.” 

“Yeah, easy for you to say. You have everyone thirsting over your biceps all the time. Everyone keeps picking me apart. I put on that stupid god-ugly dress for that one photoshoot and I hated it.” 

“STUPID DRESS?” Changbin’s eyes widened. He leaned over and grabbed your shoulder. “Are you hearing yourself? Stupid dress! That’s the same shade of pink as Dwaekki!”

“You looked good in that dress,” Minho added. 

“I didn’t feel good wearing it and I stuck out apart from everyone.” 

“Didn’t you want to wear the dress?” 

“I wanted to wear the suit.” 

“So in other words, you wanted to be one of the bros.” Seungmin’s voice joined the conversation. Your eyes narrowed on the turned off TV. He floated behind the couch, heading out to the kitchen. 

“Why doesn’t anyone get it? It’s not like that, it’s my personal preference. There’s nothing wrong with dresses, but I just don’t find I like them. I feel too exposed and too bare without the way pant legs hug my legs.” 

“And I wore a pair of baggy basketball shorts and a bigger t-shirt the other day when we came home from the airport. Now everyone is dubbing me as ‘too manly.’ It’s like I can never catch a fucking break.” 

“Yeah,” Minho clicked his tongue. “Unfortunately, that’s what it’s like to be an idol. People are idiots and you have to learn how to tune them out.” 

Your head shook rapidly, “it’s not that. It’s like, it’s not even what I wear, it’s what I do. Every little thing is examined beneath a microscope. I hugged Felix a little too long? Well, now everyone thinks we’re screwing behind the scenes. I grabbed Jeongin’s hand when we were being mobbed in Australia? I’m a slut and probably screwing him, too.” 

Your fingers ran through your hair and you tugged at it. “This hair? I cut it again and they called me ugly. I let it grow out, they say it’s too long. I’m not trying to undermine your idol experiences, but it feels like since I’m a woman, it happens to me so much more.” 

“I gained some muscle in my biceps from working out with Chan? Well, now I look more masculine and I must be wanting to be a man. I don’t understand why everyone makes it hard! Why does it have to be black and white? Shades of gray have always existed!” 

You huffed and threw yourself back on the couch and jerked your arms over your chest. “It just feels like nobody ever gets it; gets me. I’m not a puzzle that has to be completed, I’m just me. Why isn’t that enough?” 

“You’re always enough, society is just stupid,” Changbin started. 

“It’s always been stupid,” Seungmin added. 

“That’s why you get cats because they can’t belittle you.” 

“You little shit, that’s a lie and you know it. You just said Doongie bit you the other day because you weren’t giving him enough attention.” 

“It was an affectionate bite.” 

Seungmin and Minho started to bicker louder. You glanced over, not in the mood to engage in their stupidity. Changbin tried to calm them down, but you still felt so ignored. 

You tried to understand it, but your words weren’t enough and they might never be. 

~ ~ ~ 

You showed up to the new Skz Code set in a sleeveless white shirt and denim jorts. Your hair sat in a messy bun at the nape of your neck. From what you understood, the film crew booked a fancy airbnb. Looking to the director for directions, he gestured for you to take a seat on the leather couch. 

So you did. Sinking into the cool leather, you let yourself relax. The rest of the guys had yet to appear and you weren’t sure where they were. They were supposed to be here at the same time you were. They disappeared upstairs and had yet to make a reappearance. 

You stayed on the couch quietly, looking down at your worn pair of black converse. Nobody told you what filming was about. The guys said they didn’t know, but doubts filled your head. Surely, they had to know something. 

Yet, one more thing you’d been left out of, like your opinion didn’t matter. Thinking about it, you dug your fingers into the denim on your thighs. Your fingers lightly tapped, the film crew chattered in quiet whispers, and you waited for someone to tell you what to do. 

Eggshell white stained the wall. The modern living room stapled together via black furniture. A bright white fluffy rug sat tucked beneath a glass coffee table. They left the built-in fireplace turned off. Marbled prints hung behind your head, evenly spaced out along the back wall. 

An unknown amount of time passed until the director called out to the film crew. You looked up, glancing around for the guys. He tugged his baseball cap down and headed towards one of the guys running a large camera. 

“Wait, what about the guys?” You asked, trying to understand what was going on. 

“They’ll be here soon. We’re going to start filming in three, two…” 

You stayed in your spot. Your furrowed eyebrows relaxed and you blink. A wide lens zoomed in on your face and you waited. Your relaxation was abruptly cut off by the sound of loud thuds. You jerked your attention to the side and Jeongin strolled down the stairs. 

“Good afternoon, mon cheri.” 

Your mouth dropped open in shock. He strolled down the stairs in a mid-length black skirt and a t-shirt. Long black straightened hair fell down his shoulders and back, like a darkened curtain. 

He grinned, showing off two dimples. “Did you miss me, mon cheri?” 

“What are you wearing?” 

The closer he appeared, the more you could see. Peachy eyeshadow sat on his eyelids. Lip gloss, sharp eyeliner, and a faint dusting of blush. “What does it look like?”

“I’m too afraid to ask.” 

He strolled over, sitting down beside you. His hands brushed over his skirt, smoothing it along. “We can’t have anyone seeing my goods, you know?” He looked back up the stairs. “Okay, next!” 

“HERE I COME!” The loud voice was immediately accompanied by the sound of Changbin’s giggling. A camera shifted on the tripod and zoomed into the top of the stairs. 

“Are you ready, director? Are you all ready?” He brushed black bangs from his face and approached with his hair tied in two long pigtails. A glittery pink mid-thigh skirt and bright pink blush. “I’m such a pretty girl. Look at me!” 

You craned your neck, trying to see. He gripped the banister and waddled down step-by-step. When your eyes caught his chest, your eyes widened. You practically threw yourself over the side of the couch. “Are you wearing fake–” 

“Nuh-uh! They’re not fake! These things,” he gestured towards his protruding chest. “All nat-ur-al, baby. You wish you could be born with a pair of knackers like–” 

At that moment, he chose to jump down a step. One of the fake breast implants shifted and popped right out of the low-cut long sleeve shirt he wore. He yelled and tried to reach for it, but it missed his hand by a mile. Down, down, down it bounced. Step-by-step, soft splats until it landed along the bottom with a final loud sticky thud. 

You stared at it, Jeongin stared at it, and the guys hanging out along the top of the stairs stared at it. Changbin screeched and rushed down the rest of the way. “My boob!” Hyunjin’s hands clapped together and he broke first. You soon followed, watching with tears in your eyes as Changbin rushed forward, trying to grab the pale implant and shove it back in his bra. He couldn’t replace it the right way. One sat too high and the other sat too low. 

“Oh, no! I can’t fix them!” He looked up and his eyes met the director’s. He screeched and jerked around. “Don’t look at me, I’m vulnerable! Innie, come help me fix my–” 

“I’m not going anywhere near your man-boobs.” 

“They’re not man-boobs. Today, these are women’s boobs. I am one with woman. I mean women.” He grabbed the top of his shirt and jerked it. “Someone help!” 

“I’m coming!” Felix rushed down the stairs with blonde extensions blended into the back of his hair. “Don’t worry, help is on the way!” He giggled and clipped his fingers together. Plastic acrylic nails faintly clicked. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” 

You looked away, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.” 

“Noona, you love us.” 

“Make way losers, it’s me. I’m the prettiest princess at the party.” Hyunjin straightened his spine and waltzed down the stairs. A bright pink glittery dress hugged his frame. Black straps poked out through the sleeveless sides, holding up fake breasts. 

When you glanced over, you snorted. A blonde bob framed his face. To add to the ambiance, a silver tiara sat on top of his head. Diamond earrings dangled from each earlobe. 

“Don’t laugh at me, you’re in the presence of royalty. It’s Princess Hwang to you, peasant and if you want to–” 

“Outta the way, princess.” Minho hip checked him and pushed past him. 

He gasped and screeched. “You’re going to ruin my nails! I just spent a fortune getting a pedicure and–” 

“Shove it up your ass. Anyway, it’s me again, Auntie Lee Know. No sign of my pathetic husband. It’s a girl’s day and I think I need a drink.” 

Sweatpants, a t-shirt, and an oversized comfy green and black plaid flannel. He glanced over at Changbin and Felix. “See, that’s why you do your research before you get a boob job. Next thing you know, they’re exploding and–” 

“These are all natural!” 

“Sweetheart, if I wanted to deal with something that stiff and hollow, I’d borrow your brain.” 

Changbin gasped, clutching his heart. Felix grimaced and stepped back. “You little shit, it’s so–” 

“Oh, cat fight. Anyway, hi, hello, it’s me. I’m Hannie. Do you guys like my dress?” Han appeared in a flowy sage green dress. Two yellow barrettes held back his long hair from his face. “I’m the prettiest princess at the party.” 

“That spot is held for me!” Hyunjin cried out. 

Chan called your name and appeared down the stairs lastly. Black bangs were covered with a baseball cap. Red nail polish, a red and white letterman jacket, and a cropped white shirt. Paired with denim jeans and a wig tied back in a ponytail, you blinked in shock. 

“How do we all look?”

“I don’t know if I should be amused, or offended.” 

“Well, we decided to give womanhood a try for a few hours. Obviously, it’s not–” He paused to adjust his fake breasts. “Totally accurate,” he continued, “but we have some ideas.” 

“Where’s Seungmin?” 

“Busy being a boss woman.” He appeared from the kitchen. A black pencil skirt, white dress shirt, and a black blazer. Bright red lipstick lined his lips and he narrowed two smoky eyes at you. “I’m grinding, as they call it.” 

“Oh my fucking god…” 

He threw the long blonde hair over his shoulder and turned around. “If you’ll excuse me, I think my assistant is calling.” He huffed, grabbed his phone from his pocket, and turned around. “Didn’t I tell you not to bother me?” 

Felix came over to grab his arm, but Seungmin’s hand shot up. He gestured for him to stop and turned to the side again. “Excuse me, someone is currently in my line of vision and begs for my attention, I’ve gotta go.” He pretended to hang up and looked at Felix. “Don’t you know what manners are?” 

“Sorry, I just wanted to compliment your skirt.” 

“You wish it was yours, huh? I thrifted it from my deceased grandmother’s closet.” 

“Wow,” Minho mumbled. “Sounds like something my husband would say.” 

“Auntie Lee Know, you should break up with him. He’s a dead weight in your life.” Hyunjin fluttered his mascara-filled lashes and adjusted his crown. “I’d never let a dead-beat man ruin my life. Mama doesn’t need a man.” 

“Okay, okay. So we’re all having a quest to feel more womanly. You get to be the judge. Tell us how to do it right and whatnot. First up, we have the heel walking competition. Like that one time the company put you in six-inch heels.” 

You groaned, “Changbin, don’t remind me. I had blisters for like a week afterwards. It was one of the worst days of my life.” 

“That’s why we had the staff members buy us each a pair of heels that they thought would look good with our outfits.”

You stayed on your spot on the couch. Jeongin got up and headed over to grab the pairs of heels. You stayed quiet, eagerly watching, knowing that this would go wrong. No matter what they did, it’d never go right. 

“Okay, so it seems we have run into our first problem,” Han looked over at Seungmin. 

Seungmin glanced up, “which is?”

“You’re flashing the entire camera crew in your skirt.” 

His cheeks flushed red and he quickly closed his legs. His hands jerked together and he bowed. “I am so, so, so sorry. See? I’m not good at this woman thing. I’m not cut out for it.” 

“I think I am.” Hyunjin shoved his feet into a pair of black heels and tried to get to his feet. “I’m ready to go talk to the townsfolk. Lead the kingdom and– oof!” His ankle shifted as he stood up, unsteadying his balance. “Ow! Stupid shoes!” 

“See, it’s not nearly as easy as you all think.” 

“Wrong.” Felix stood up with ease and walked around with his arms straightened. “It’s all about the core and engaging balance.” 

Chan followed, trying to stand. He managed to take one step and then another. Four steps in, his ankles wobbled, and he struggled to stay upright. Across from him, Jeongin shimmied, trying to get his foot into the heel. “Another problem, these don’t fit my feet.” 

“Too bad. Suck it up and keep trying. Curl your toes, it’s the pain of the patriarchy.” Minho rose up without incident. His hands fell to his hips. “If I can do it, anyone can do it.” 

“How the hell are you all doing that?” Han managed to get half up, before tumbling over. “Oh, this is so hard. Women are so brave. Life must be so hard for them. I’m sorry, women.” 

One of the staff members handed you a bottle of water. You sipped it and watched, probably enjoying yourself a little too much. “Changbin, the point of heels is to take a step and walk forward.” 

“I can’t! I’m scared!” He stood stiff with his hands balled into fists down at his sides. “Yongbokkie, how are you-” 

Felix spun around in a circle and threw his hair over his shoulder. “Some of you didn’t have sisters and they clearly didn’t force you into wearing plastic princess heels.” 

“That’s not fair! I don’t even have a sister!” Jeongin called out. He shoved his foot into the second heel and struggled to get up. He wobbled, exactly like a newborn giraffe. Just when he thought he made progress, he slipped, landing over the arm of the couch with a groan. “Noona, I can’t do this.” 

“I can see that.” 

“It hasn’t even been two minutes and my feet hurt.” 

Minho took the point of his stiletto and poked Seungmin’s calf. “Get up and try to walk again. Up, up, up. We don’t have all day for you to sit there and be lazy. Stay wants to see you saunter.” 

“Oh, ah, hee-hee.” Chan’s squeaky laugh filled the air. Dimples poked out and he took two steps. “Look at me now, Hannah. You said I could never walk in heels. Look at me now! You owe me!” He pointed at the camera. The gesture was just enough to catch him off balance. 

One foot slipped beneath him and he crashed hard. Your hand curled over your mouth as you winced. “Hyung! Are you okay?” Clicking sounds rushed over. Pigeon-toed, Han reached a hand down. “I don’t think we should have you in these anymore.” 

“Are you calling me old?” 

“Well, he’s certainly not calling you young, meemaw.”

“Shut up, Seungmin!” 

Jeongin reached down and slipped off his shoes. “Can we try something else? What else do girls do?” 

“Girl talk?” Han offered. 

“Guys!” Hyunjin spun around with a hand on his hip. “What’s your biggest insecurity? Personally, I’m afraid that–” 

Changbin gasped. “My ass! The bathrobe incident on live! Oh, it haunts me all the time.” 

“Big and voluptuous,” Felix mumbled beneath his breath. “So soft and fluffy, like a marshmallow.” His hands appeared in front of him and he pretended to squeeze air. “Nothing’s wrong with your ass, it’s perfect.” 

“One time I cried during a car commercial,” Jeongin announced. “It was a really bad day. I don’t know what it was, but that Ford commercial really struck a chord within me.” 

“Wooow,” Minho piped up sarcastically, “the patriarchy is quaking.” 

You snorted. The guys continued their antics and your amusement grew. Behind the cameras, even some of the staff members had to cover their mouths and try not to laugh. Some of the things they came up with, it was outrageous. 

“Look at what’s in my purse!” Hyunjin strolled over and picked up a small white handbag. “This is the latest from Versace. Donatella Versace. You all wouldn’t know her. I have chapstick and gum in here.” 

“What about tampons?” Han blurted out. “Where do you keep those?” 

“It’s not that time of the month for me.” 

“I always carry around tampons.” 

Changbin raised an eyebrow and slowly spun around. “Huh? Are you roleplaying, or are you–” 

“Like for my ass, you know.” Han’s head swung your way and he winked. “Girls always look out for fellow girls.” 

“You think…” You trailed off, unable to find the words. “You think tampons go up the ass?” 

“Well, duh! They’re like a plug!” 

“This fucking baffoon,” Minho whispered. 

A crinkling of paper caught your way. You looked over to find the director crouching on the floor. A sheet of paper fell over his face, hiding it from your view. Burly shoulders shook behind it, trying to keep his laughter silent. 

“Who wants to give Han an anatomy lesson?” 

“I know plenty about women’s anatomy! The uteruses, the ovary, I know it all. Don’t underestimate me. Just because I’m a man, I’m not like other men, I’m knowledgeable!” 

“You’re right, you’re not like other men. You’re worse,” Seungmin grumbled. 

“Felix, what are you doing?” Chan asked. Behind him, Felix stood in the mirror with a variety of objects in his hands. He clutched them and spun around, still in his heels. 

“You know that claw thing that women can do? I’ve always thought that was so cool. They can carry so many things at once. I wanted to try it out and what do you know? I can do it, too. Being a woman is wonderful.” 

Without a mistake, he sauntered back across the wooden floor and approached you with outstretched hands. He appeared in front of you and handed you a variety of objects. His phone, a few bottles of nail polish, dorm keys, a chapstick, and a phone charger. 

“I think I’ve seen enough. Felix wins this competition. Felix wins the whole entire thing.” 

“Hooray! I knew I’d be a wonderful woman!” He spun around beaming and waved at the cameras. “I’d like to thank my mom and my sisters.” His hands collapsed together and he bowed. “Everything I know comes from you.” 

Minho’s hand went to his hip. “I can’t even argue with that. He has the full getup and everything. Good job, Yongbok.” 

“Do I have to take these off?” He looked over at the staff and wiggled the pink acrylics. “Because I really like these. I have to get used to them, but I think I can make it work.” 

Something snapped. To the side, Hyunjin threw the broken tiara onto the floor. “I’m beheading all of you. You’re done. Guillotine.” 

“Boooooooo! Point and shame!” Jeongin’s finger stuck in his direction. “Not a girl’s girl!” 

“Boooo!” You agreed and pointed. 

Seungmin leaned over, grabbed his ankle, and tugged. It was enough to send Hyunjin wobbling. He screeched, wobbled, and hit the ground hard. He landed with a faint “oof” and glared at the ceiling. “I hate all of you.” 

“Don’t blame me, I didn’t tell you to do this.” You leaned over and lightly flicked his forehead. He winced and rubbed his forehead. A tongue stuck out at you and you rolled your eyes. 

“Seriously though, did we do a good job at being women?” Jeongin asked. 

“Yeah, rate us out of ten,” Han agreed. 

“Well, you’re certainly not getting told to walk in heels by the company any time soon.” 

“Thank god,” Chan jerked off a heel, “these are modern day torture devices.” 

“I think we should burn down the patriarchy and put women in charge. I think my mom and my older sister would be great leaders. They taught me so much and I love them.” 

“That must be nice, Changbin. My brothers would threaten to steal my food and let me starve for dinner. I was fighting for my life every day. I don’t know how my mother did it.” Jeongin glanced to the side, thinking about his mom. “I should call her after the shoot and thank her.” 

Felix called your name. “I think we should be thanking you as well. You take really good care of us, despite us not deserving it. People say some unkind things about you and you don’t deserve it at all.” 

“I think,” Chan started, “you should just be whoever you want to be. Feminine, masculine, soft, or strong. It doesn’t matter. It’s all a spectrum and where you land shouldn’t matter, as long as you’re happy.”

“How sweet. Anyway, I think you should have a free pass to curb stomp people in heels. Especially, when people say ‘you eat a lot for a girl.’ What does that even mean? Women need food and what anyone eats is nobody’s business. You should get a free pass.” Seungmin laid back and stretched his arms above his head. “This is too hard for me. I don’t know how you do it. I’m going home to stuff my face, you should join me.” 

“Can we go live?” Felix asked. “Can we go live in our woman outfits? The first time someone says something about her food intake, I’m going to give them my middle acrylic. Women should be able to ravish like men, too. Today, we’re all women and we shall feast loudly and proudly.” 

Hyunjin hummed softly. “Yeah, eating a full rotisserie chicken with your hands, that’s something that feels collectively feral and filling across the board. Everyone should try it at least once. I connected with my ancient ancestors that day.” 

“Um, Seungmin?” Han leaned over. “You’re flashing the cameras again.” 

“For fuck’s sake!” 

The guys busted into a fit of laughter and your own smile appeared on your face. So maybe womanhood really was full of highs and lows, but you weren’t alone. Maybe one day, you would be given free reign to terrorize those that did you wrong, but for now, you could flick Hyunjin in the forehead again for whining about girlhood. 

When he didn’t stop grumbling about the entire thing being rigged, you leaned over, let your finger fly, and landed a hit directly between his eyebrows again. 

He screeched, high and shrill,  just like a girl and it was the best sound you ever heard.

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NOBODY’S BUSINESS ✹ luke castellan

part one

( summary ) social media au where luke’s sudden spike in confidence turns a few heads, including the head of your ex who just loves to jump in other people’s business

( pairing ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite counsellor!reader , mentions of ex bf! hephaestus camper x reader

( notes ) this feels a bit rushed bcs i’m sick rn but i hope you guys enjoy anyway!!

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seaweedbrain hey girlie!!! can you take this down like immediately?? not to sound to mean or anything but i can and will find you 😇

yourusername you’re such a cutie perce

seaweedbrain kys

sarahdawson totally wasn’t held at gunpoint for that last pic guys no need to worry

connorstroll we weren’t worrying but thanks anyway ig

sarahdawson sleep with one eye open.

lukecastellan 2/10 post

yourusername sorry for messing with your tough guy image 😔

lukecastellan actually it only loses points bcs there’s no pics of you

chrisrodriguez WOAHHHHHHH

sarahdawson HIS BALLS FINALLY DROPPED

clarisselarue bit sad to know they weren’t completely crushed after the red team kicked their ass icl

yourusername oh trust they were all whining about it the second i put away the camera

clarisselarue good.

GROUPCHAT — chb’s finest

clarisselarue: y/n what is max doing in your likes…

sarahdawson: HES WHAT

sarahdawson: oh he’s brave

yourusername: IDK HE JUST APPEARED

yourusername: like a bug

seaweedbrain: or a rat

yourusername: that too

lukecastellan: he’s on his way for training with me rn so i’ll go extra hard on him

silenabeauregard: homoerotic subtext goes crazy

yourusername: thanks luke but really you don’t need to do that

yourusername: like i’m over him now and i just want to forget about him altogether

lukecastellan: he deserves a hard time for what he did to you anyway

lukecastellan: you deserve way better than that

lukecastellan: i mean anyone would

seaweedbrain: great save bro

lukecastellan removed seaweedbrain.

sarahdawson: oh you took that one personally

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clarisselarue: ok when did you get game

lukecastellan: idk what you’re talking about

clarisselarue: oh please spare me i’ve had to watch you make googoo eyes for the past two years you can’t lie you’re way out of this one

lukecastellan: seriously idk what you’re talking about clarisse

clairsselarue: ok fine whatever but HYPOTHETICALLY if you were to try anything with my girl i want you to know that i approve but trust if you go a toe out of line then you will be dealt with

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sarahdawson I SAW THAT COMMENT GIRL THAT WAS BRAVE

drewtanaka surprised sar isn’t screaming for photo creds for the second slide

sarahdawson bcs i didn’t take it……..

silenabeauregard WOAH WHAT

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wisegirll i’m doing cabin checks rn though???

silenabeauregard the plot thickens

lukecastellan glad to see you listened to my advice

yourusername felt bad keeping my beauty from everyone

lukecastellan it was a rough time without it

groverunderwood chrisrodriguez now THESE are moves

chrisrodriguez LOOK AT MY BOY GO gods is this what normal parents feel when their kids go to college

maxwalsh nice earrings

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seaweedbrain we all saw that comment right…

clarisselarue yes.

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maxwalsh: hey can we please talk

yourusername: no

maxwalsh: please babe cmon you didn’t even hear me out

yourusername: because you tried to kiss sarah you fucking asshole

maxwalsh: no it wasn’t like that you don’t get it

maxwalsh: look can you just meet me by our old spot and i can explain everything

yourusername: no

maxwalsh: babe you’re not acting like yourself

yourusername: bcs it’s not her, she’s asleep rn and she’s not your “babe”

maxwalsh: who tf is this???

yourusername: doesn’t matter

yourusername blocked maxwalsh.

lukecastellan posted to their story!

SARAHDAWSON replied to your story

sarahdawson: WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH SLOW YOUR ROLL WHAT

CLAIRSSELARUE replied to your story

clairsselarue: “idk what you’re talking abt clarisse” oh i hate you so bad

SILENABEAUREGARD replied to your story

silenabeauregard: i’d know that silhouette anywhere…

CHRISRODRIGUEZ replied to your story

chrisrodriguez: i’m a bit hurt i wasn’t told in depth about this before but i’m too proud to pay attention to it GOOD FOR YOU MAN

MAXWALSH replied to your story

maxwalsh: so it was you who had her phone the other day

maxwalsh: wtf man

lukecastellan: womp womp

lukecastellan: you snooze you lose and you lost big time

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lukecastellan and it ain’t what??

yourusername AND IT AIN’T NOBODY’S BUSINESS

clarisselarue ok edward cullen why are you eating her neck like that

silenabeauregard everyone i took the hammock pic thank me please 🙏😇

yourusername thank you beautiful angel

seaweedbrain cute i guess…….

chrisrodriguez I ALWAYS HAD FAITH IN YOU BRO EVEN WHEN EVERYONE ELSE THOUGHT YOU WERE A LOSER WITH NO GAME, I STAYED ROOTING FOR YOU

lukecastellan appreciate you bro

lukecastellan wait people said that about me???

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yourusername AWE ILY ANNIE

seaweedbrain oh i’m just dirt to you then? chill.

wisegirll you’re so dramatic percy

seaweedbrain oh so mental health matters until I’M the one hurt? cool.

lukecastellan and y’all were saying i had no game

seaweedbrain okay luke see that’s just not funny because your dad literally dances on a revolving stage for a living

lukecastellan had to bring out the dad jokes because you know i’m right?

seaweedbrain why is your old age pension ass beefing with me instead of talking to ur girlfriend… weird behaviour

sarahdawson too cute i fear

sarahdawson but you i must remind you mr castellan, i made it onto her feed first. you will ALWAYS be second to me. always.

drewtanaka anyone else hear weeping from the hephaestus cabin…

leovaldez it’s really depressing

leovaldez i think he just punched a hole in the wall

cbeckendorf he did

pipermclean LMAO WHAT A FUCKING LOSER 😭😭☠️☠️

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cw:: incest, slight exhib, dubcon??? (she def wants it lol)

i can't stop having icky thoughts :((

all day ive been thinking about going home and gaming with older brother nerdjo. he's easily a top 10 player and is always the highest rank on every game he plays.

he knows you like gaming too, but you're not as naturally skilled as him :( that's okay though, he enjoys playing and carrying you <3

at some point you make a joke to having matching duo accounts and satoru laughs but quickly agrees to the idea.

this won't be the last time you guys make matching accounts, but for the current game, you guys finally decide on "his pocket" & "her carry". they were cute and adorable and perfectly matched how you guys played together.

you liked playing everything, but the support role was your favorite. you would stay in the backline, healing and supporting your team (by team i mean satoru, he's a 1 man army) and staying safe in the back :)

whenever someone brave and stupid enough to dive you tried to kill you, satoru was always right there to peel and protect you. he wouldn't ever hesitate to turn around and kill whoever attacked you.

when you guys were feeling dangerous enough to make a play, you both would flank — you pocketing him— and he would kill the entire enemy team.

you would be lying if you said the gameplay wasn't absolutely hot. infact, it was so hot, you could feel wetness pooling in your panties as you played. good thing you had your own setup in your room.

when you finally reach your goal of hitting the highest rank, you should be happy, but it makes you a little sad. playing in the higher lobbies meant less players, which also meant facing the same groups of people.

more and more girls started to notice how good satoru was and would invite him to play :(( of course, he'd flaunt his ego and tease them about carrying or boosting them. one girl even added you as a friend, just to see if you'd be her wing woman and hook her up with satoru... :(

but there never was a need to worry. every single new friend request from a girl (and a couple gay guys) satoru received, he immediately declined. telling all the girls "im not interested. i already have my duo and she's the best."

your heart stuttered, and so did your lips — the lower ones. you shouldn't feel this way, he was your brother for christ sake.

but he was just always so sweet to you. always there to play with you and protect you, whether in the game or in real life.

you couldn't help it though. the moment you two became official duos, your attraction to him only grew tenfold.

he wasn't just your online duo. you both started to enjoy doing everything together now. eating, studying, even falling alseep watching anime together <3

one weekend night when your parents were both gone, you guys got into a high lobby match against a famous player. it was tough, way too close of a game, but you guys ended up winning! satoru aka "her carry" being crowned mvp of the match.

that didn't sit well with the enemy famous player. he immediately messaged satoru, calling him out for cheating.

cheating? really? the guy was that upset over a loss, he was making anything up to discredit his loss.

satoru tried to shrug it off, but the streamer was relentless.

you were the one who came up with the bright idea to settle the issue. a classic 1 v 1, live on the guy's stream. satoru will prove he didn't cheat and the streamer will have to accept the loss and move on.

"you nervous?" you pulled up a chair to satoru's gaming desk, ready to cheer him on.

"nah, i'll win."

you nodded and smiled. of course your big brother will win. he always does <3

the streamer went live and the 1 v 1 began. you would call it close to give the streamer some credit, but that was being generous.

satoru won the set, with the final score being 8-1. the only reason he lost the 1 match was because your hand 'accidentally' brushed by his lap — distracting him enough for the streamer to kill him.

the streamer invited satoru to a party and announced him the winner. he actually ended up asking satoru for some tips and while your brother was answering the questions, your hands once again brushed against his lap (as you did nearly the whole match).

"and if you set your sensitivity to —" satoru stopped mid sentence, finally taking his headset off.

"if you don't stop that, there will be consequences," he whispered into your ear

"im not doing anything," you murmured back innocently. "i just wanna congratulate my brother for the win." you flashed your cutest smile and gave him your best bambi eye impression

he hissed your name as you brushed his lap again, this time with your ass. "that chair is uncomfortable, i think i wanna sit right here"

you lowered down and immediately felt his hardness, poking into you :(

"im warning you"

you giggled and kept squirming in his lap, trying to find a comfy spot.

"that's it!" satoru pushed back in his gaming chair and stood both of you up. he slammed both of your hands to his desk and pulled down your skirt.

"i think i will take my reward now for boosting you out of bronze"

he pulled down your panties next and immediately stuck his long fingers in your folds—your slick covering them.

"t-toru!"

"i bet you got real wet watching me play," he whispered into your ear.

you ashamedly nodded and got a spank for it.

"tell me, sis."

"yes!" you yelped. "i love watching you play!"

"what else?" for a nerd, satoru was still extremely arrogant and confident, but it makes sense when he can always back up his ego.

"i love playing with you and i love how good you are, and —"

he spun you around. you didn't even notice when he took his pants and boxers off, unleashing the monster that is his cock.

"w-wait, toru" you tried to reason, even though you didn't mean it. "we can't go this far, you're my brother"

"you should've thought about that earlier before teasing me." he smiles and pats your head like he always does. "but don't worry, I won't be too rough."

he sits down in his gaming chair, pulling you onto his lap with him. his cock is red, angry, and wants any kind of friction. he taps your entrance with it. once, twice, getting it wet with your dripping slick — your fluids mixing with his pre.

your brain was spinning with every thought as to why you shouldn't be doing this. your parents could walk in. no— they're not even home. you have feelings for someone else — there really is no one else for you. you are blood related — maybe that just makes the sex even better.

you never once considered that you didn't want him, because on the contrary, every vein in your body is telling you that you do.

satoru's voice gets low, serious. "do you want me to stop?"

"...no"

and he gently pulls you down onto his cock. you feel so full, so blissful, so happy. you use one hand to hold onto the desk and lock your fingers with his free hand.

he guides you up and down his length until you're finally bottoming out on him.

he soflty pulls your chin towards him, locking his waiting lips with yours <3 everything felt so perfect. he let you ride him until you begged him to fuck you. and as much as he wanted to utterly fill you up, he thought it would be better if he got you on the pill first :((

you both finally looked up at the screen after satoru rearranged your guts and realized the streamer sent satoru 30 messages to mute his mic. oops.

(i didn't mean for this to be so long. i lost the plot lol)

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you ready ? | carlos sainz

summary; when one time in ibiza, you made a deal with a random spanish man that if if in 5 years you weren't dating someone you would marry him... it's been 5 years !

pairing; carlos sainz x diplomat!reader

warnings; swearing ?? english isn't my first language !

an; also i'm taking requests pleaseeeeee give me scenarios i would gladly make them

fc; chiara king

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letters from dallas [part two]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: the dates correspond with lfd part one so if you havent read it yet and want to understand what's going on here's the link! also various ts lyrics were used

masterlist | series masterlist | lfd masterlist

May 1, 2025

“KK!” Azzi bangs on the door of her younger teammate’s room. She’s been locked up in there for almost an hour — an hour after she’d promised to accompany Azzi to get a sweet treat. Now it's 10 PM and Azzi is hungry and craving something sugary to counteract the nausea she's been suffering with all day and god what the fuck could KK be doing in there for so long?

When she raps even harder, KK finally emerges, her hands fidgeting with her phone. “Hey, Azzi!” She says a little bit too cheerfully, her eye twitching slightly.

Azzi furrows her eyebrows. “Why are you being all weird?”

“Nothing. You ready to go?” Humming loudly, KK pushes past Azzi and grabs the car keys from the counter, as if she’d been the one waiting for the past hour, banging on the door every so often but to no avail.

“What were you doing in there?” Azzi questions, more than curious now.

“Wasn’t doing nothing,” KK grumbles under her breath as she waits by the door. She taps her foot impatiently against the ground. “So can we go now?”

“KK.”

“Fudd.”

“Kamorea Arnold.” Azzi levels her friend with a glare.

“Bro.” KK clicks her tongue, realizing that she’s fighting a losing battle. Azzi has always been the big sister of the team, and to be completely transparent, the younger girl has seen Azzi get mad—it's a rare but scary thing—and so who can blame her for being a little scared of her captain? “I was just calling Paige.”

Azzi’s casual smile immediately fades, her lips struggling into an awkward purse, clearly fighting to keep her emotions in check. “Paige? What were you guys talking about?”

“Uh, just her move. Life in Texas. You know.” KK gestures to the door, frantic to leave this awkward situation behind. “Can we go?”

“Her move? What did she say?” Azzi interrogates. “Is she liking it there? Did she end up getting that flat she wanted?” KK doesn’t respond, taking the initiative to open the door. Azzi follows close behind, almost flat tiring the younger girl in the process. “What did she say about the team? How are her practices?” Finally, Azzi works up to the question she wants the most. “KK, did— did she say anything about me?”

KK halts suddenly, causing Azzi to bump into her. Rubbing her hip, KK groans, “Listen, Az. She said a lot…I don’t really remember.”

“That’s bullshit.” Azzi sidles in front of her, forcing eye contact between the two of them. KK shrinks. “What did she say?”

“I swear, both of you are the same,” KK mutters. Then even louder, as if to really get the point across, she says, “This is like being the child of divorced parents.”

“Shut up, KK. " Azzi scowls. "That’s not funny.”

KK sighs, her shoulders relaxing. “Paige is doing fine,” she says gently. “You really don’t gotta worry about her.”

“Fine? Just fine?” Azzi repeats, probing for more.

“How could she be anything more than fine when she’s coming off breaking up with the girl she thought she was gonna marry?” KK shoots back, a deviation from her usual relaxed manner.

Azzi a halting step back.

“Listen, I wanna tell you, I really do. But if Paige finds out I’m telling you everything she says, she’s not gonna wanna say anything to me anymore. And she’s still my friend.” KK’s tone softens, her hurt taking the edges away. “I miss her, and I really don’t want her to distance from me too.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Azzi looks away, forcing herself not to tear up. When the fuck did she become such a crybaby? “Sorry, KK.” They fall back into step, silence heavy in the air between them. “You’re like her little sister, you know? She loves you a lot.”

She receives an appreciative smile in return.

This is her life now; watching Paige's life in pictures like she used to watch her sleep. But she's good, and she's fine, and she has her own life in Texas, eating good food and fitting in with all that Southern hospitality shit, and she probably doesn't need Azzi to breathe like she needs Paige. So whatever. It's all fine and dandy.

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June 7, 2025

Azzi watches #8 on the soccer team the whole time. Her hair spills out of her ponytail in curly waves, and her eyes are bright. She’s tall, masculine, muscled shoulders straining against her jersey. There’s an easy smile on her face as she warms up on the field. It reminds her too much of everything she’s lost, but for some reason she can’t force herself to look away.

It’s half time when she finally checks her phone. She's on do not disturb, has been for the past few months because she's spent too many hours getting sidetracked by staring at her phone, willing for the screen to light up with notifications from Paige, but that's beside the point. Now she only sees two missed calls from Drew (Pookie). Rolling her eyes affectionately at the memory (Drew had asked to play Subway Surfers, but when he'd returned her phone a few minutes later his contact name had suddenly been changed. Paige had chased after him and threatened to drag him outside until Azzi had distracted her with a kiss, letting Drew escape, giggling, to his bedroom and lock the door, causing Paige to pout and complain about how 1v2 was unfair and how Azzi was always supposed to be her side and fuck she's doing it again. Thinking about Paige when she should be doing anything but.)

Immediately, Azzi rings him back, excusing herself for the bathroom. “Hey, Drew.”

“Azzi!” The kid sounds thrilled, and Azzi’s heart aches. “What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry. I’m watching a game with the girls.” She looks back and catches Caroline’s worried eyes, who’d evidently been watching her leave. Shaking her head at her friend’s concern, she continues up the stairs. “So I can’t talk long. But what’s up?”

“Why’d you even pick up if you couldn’t even talk?” Drew grumbles, and the whine in his tone hits a little bit too close to home. Paige had always been the same, always wanting all of Azzi's attention or none of it. Azzi had thought it was cute, until it had become one of the reasons they couldn't work it out, why it had been so easy to slip out of each other's grasps when the distance became too much.

“Are you gonna come home this summer?” Azzi, who’d been lost in thought, jerks back to attention at this question.

Grimacing in anticipation of his disappointment, she replies gently, “I’m sorry, buddy, but I already told you I can’t.”

Drew groans loudly, and Azzi has to pull the phone away from her ear a bit. "Why does Paige have to ruin everything?” Azzi knows that he’s young, that it doesn’t make sense to him why two people who were so clearly in love couldn’t just be together — honestly, it doesn’t make sense to Azzi either — but a familiar fire rises in her throat, the perpetual readiness to defend Paige, the hurt that forms in her stomach as if Drew had insulted Azzi herself. The two of them had been one for so long that sometimes Azzi's natural instincts forgets that Paige's emotions are no longer her responsibility.

“It was a mutual thing, Drew. Don’t blame her. She loves you more than anything, you know," she reminds him, tone soft.

“Not more than you. She loves you the most.” And it shouldn’t mean that much, that Drew had said loves and not loved, and honestly how much can an 11 year old kid know? But it makes her heart throb in her throat. “You know, when she came home last month she wouldn’t even hang out with me. I asked her to get ice cream but she stayed in her room the entire day. She’s never said no to ice cream! And when I asked her one, literally just one, question about you she got mad and left and she slammed the door — she used to always yell at me about slamming the door— and didn’t come home until after I went to bed." Drew finishes his rant with a huff. "She's so mean now, and I don't like it."

“She’s hurting, Drew.” Azzi's voice cracks, and she thinks that Paige isn't the only one feeling that way when her heart is screaming in the same way. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“I don’t get why you guys can’t just talk to each other,” Drew says, his tone growing frustrated. “Don’t you still love her?”

“I wish it was that easy.”

“But you still love her?” he prods.

“Fuck, Drew.” She pauses, then apologizes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to curse. But god, how could you even ask me that? Would you ever stop loving Paige?”

“No. She’s my best friend.”

“Exactly. She’s … she was my best friend too.”

“Then stop hurting each other," Drew argues.

“I don’t mean to,” Azzi can barely get the words out without choking up. “You know that, right? That I would never intentionally hurt her? That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.”

Drew falls silent for a moment. When he speaks, his voice is small, resigned. “Okay. Promise you’ll come back and visit soon? We don’t have to tell Paige.”

Azzi touches her cheeks, and her fingertips come away wet. She hadn’t even known she’d been crying. “Promise, buddy. We’ll go get your ice cream.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too. Be nice to the girls at school, kay?”

“Kk.”

Drew hangs up, and Azzi falls apart in the dinky stall of the stadium bathroom.

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August 28, 2025

Azzi watches as Paige nods at something the girl says, hand briefly touching her elbow as they both laugh. She's pretty, and she looks pretty fucking funny from the way Paige is grinning ear to ear, and Azzi wants to die. It had been okay, last year. When she was secure in the fact that Paige loved her and her only. But now that they were broken up, now that Paige could look and touch at any girl she wanted, she felt sick to her stomach.

And it’s not like Azzi has forgotten how ridiculously good Paige looks coming off the high of an intense game. Maybe it’s the fact that Paige tonight somehow looks even better than usual - the looseness in her step, the easy confidence in her smile. Sweat beading on her chest, hair still perfectly done,. She bear hugs KK, jumping up and down with her a little, daps up Ice, gives a nod to the new freshmen that look starry eyed at her. Already, they’ve fallen to the charm that radiates off Paige, and Azzi can’t help but feel a little disgruntled at that.

A photographer waves his camera, trying to grab the attention of the team for a group photo. Azzi makes sure to linger in the back, forcing a half assed smile onto her face. As soon as the lens flashes one last time, she’s speed walking away, hoping the cameras won’t catch her. She’s sick of seeing the gossip on Tiktok, the discussions on Twitter, the headlines that have the audacity to grieve the loss of a relationship they never knew. They don't know half of her pain or what she's going through.

“Az, wait.” Caroline grabs her wrist, a look of sympathy on her face. Azzi grits her teeth. Pity is the last thing she needs right now.

“I’m fine,” Azzi automatically says before her best friend can even ask. “My head doesn’t feel too good. I’m gonna pull the car around.”

“Are you sure?” Caroline cocks her head. “You don’t wanna talk to her? Cause she’s been looking all up on you.”

Azzi scoffs, pretending as if it’s the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard. And it’s not like she’d know, her eyes too busy focusing on anything but the blonde to catch on anything she’s doing, but surely it can’t be. Paige hasn’t even liked any of her Instagram posts since they’d broken up, had dismissed multiple questions asked by reporters on her thoughts of Azzi leading UConn. The clip had gone viral on Tiktok, fans noticing how Paige’s expression had turned sour, her body stiff as she’d tried but failed to subtly change the topic away from her. So Azzi didn’t need to look at Paige. She knows. “I don’t think she has anything to say to me.”

“Are you always gonna keep running?”

Azzi smiles tightly. “She ran first.”

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October 2nd, 2025

Azzi is so tired, and she’s frustrated, and she feels so lonely. The only thing keeping her going is the game, the adrenaline that runs through her body when she thinks of winning another national championship.

So she throws herself into the sport. All her early mornings and late nights are spent in Werth, staring at the banner from last season's championship or at the backboard. Her eyes sting from sweat running across her forehead, but she doesn't stop.

She has one thing left that she cares about, and she holds onto it with everything that's in her. Because god fucking dammit, she can't lose this too.

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October 20, 2025

Azzi remembers Paige’s last birthday.

Azzi had straddled her, legs pinning her down to the bed. She’d woken her up with kisses, lips brushing sleepily over Paige's cheek while one hand had slid up her sweater, fingers running across her chest as she physically felt the slow up and down of her girlfriend’s breathing.

Slowly, Paige’s eyes had fluttered open, a smile immediately overtaking her face as she met Azzi’s eyes. Yawning, she’d ran her hands up and down Azzi’s thighs, flirting with the hem of her small pajama shorts. “Best birthday present ever.” Her voice had been tinged with the sort of sleepy vulnerability that Azzi had loved.

“I haven’t even given you your gift yet,” Azzi laughed, pushing off the strap of her tank top to freely kiss across her bare shoulder.

“Didn’t have to. You’re the best gift.” Paige’s hands traveled upwards, slowing down for a second to cup her ass before resting at her waist where she’d tickled slightly, fondness overtaking her eyes.

Azzi giggled and promptly lied down, burrowing her face into Paige’s shirt to breathe in the warmth of her girlfriend. Paige’s hands trailed up and down her back in a slow pattern. “Happy birthday, P.” Paige sighed a little in contentment. “You’re my best friend.”

“I know, baby.” Paige brushed a stray curl from her face, knuckles caressing gently across her cheekbone. “You’re my best friend too.”

Paige’s voice was laughing, teasing, and it makes Azzi roll her eyes with impatience. She wanted Paige to get it. “No, like...” Azzi sat up again and cupped the older girl’s face in her hands as she searched for the right words. “Like you’re my best friend in the world. Like nobody fucking understands me but you. Like I would live in your skin if I could."

“C’mere then. You’re too far away.” Paige tugged her down, and Azzi let her. They fall into a mess of sheets and limbs and love.

Now, one year later, all Azzi falls into is the well-worn hole of self-pity and regret. She's been sitting in front of her laptop for what feels like hours, screen opened to her messages with Paige, cursor blinking in the empty tab. Their last conversation stares back at her.

Azzi: i'll mail u ur clothes, can u send ur address

Paige: that's not necessary

Paige: you can just keep them

Azzi: I don't think that's a good idea

Paige: is this really about the clothes?

Paige: do you have something else that you wanna say?

Azzi: no

Paige: okay

Paige: then keep them

Paige: i don't want them

Read

She types "happy birthday. thinking of you" then presses back and deletes the second half. Then after a pause, she deletes the whole thing. She puts away her laptop and pulls out a paper and a pen instead, and writes a card.

Dear Jelly,

Happy 24th.

I know it’s your birthday, but today I have wishes too.

I wish you were here. I wish I didn’t have to see your life on a screen. I wish I could celebrate with you and cry with you.

At the beginning, even thinking about you hurt. But now I miss you so much that I can only remember the good parts. And I can’t remember why I ever left. I can’t remember why I ever let you go.

I heard that you weren’t doing so well either, back in May. I hope you don’t think back on us with regret.

I wish I was there to celebrate with you. I wish I could kiss you and tell you how sorry I am. I don’t know how to move on when there’s a piece of you everywhere in Connecticut. I don’t know how to move on.

Your best friend,

Azzi

Her pen hovers over the paper, over the curled i of her name. She knows she won’t send it, that there’s no point in finishing her signature. But she goes back and adds the dot anyway, pressing the pen so hard that a hole forms.

Then she wraps up a necklace, one that has James 1:2, one of Paige's favorite verses, hanging from its chain. She goes back to their message history and writes down Paige's address, then leaves her apartment to mail the package, bones aching all the way.

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November 11, 2025

Azzi opens her gift in the mail. The crooked, messy handwriting on the slip of paper is familiar.

Azzi, happy 23rd birthday. good luck this season

She takes a deep breath and slowly unwraps it, not wanting to rip the wrapping paper or even wrinkle the tissue paper. There's two braclets, and from the way light reflects and shines on the metal, it looks like real gold—far from the cheap beads they'd strung onto even cheaper thread two summers ago.

But there's letters engraved into the gold. She holds them up. One says "able." The other says "inspiring."

She holds them close to her chest, afraid that they'll slip from her hands and fall. She's already let one precious thing go, and she refuses to make the same mistake twice.

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December 7, 2025

"When asked last week, Paige said that the team looks to be shaping up pretty well just from looking at your last two pre-season games. When asked about you, she said she's looking forward to what she knows will be an incredible season. She said, quote, Azzi is the best player in college basketball right now, and it's just a matter of time before number thirteen, end quote. Do you have any thoughts or words in response?"

Azzi coughs. She feels Sarah's stare burning into her.

"Yeah, um, Paige has always been super supportive. It's great to hear that she likes what she sees, and we always want to do our best to live up to the UConn standard." Azzi smiles tightly at the reporter and leans back in her seat.

"Will we see Paige supporting at any of the games this season?" Another reporter chimes in.

When Azzi doesn't respond, Sarah takes over. "Yeah, she said she's planning on going to the USC game next week while she's in LA."

Azzi double takes, her mind already running a bajillion miles an hour thinking of having to face Paige under all those spotlights. She looks stricken, and from the look on the reporters' faces, they'd noticed. Another thing for them to write about. Ignoring the apologetic look on Sarah's faces, Azzi leans into the mic and answers the next, thankfully non-Paige, question.

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April 13, 2026

"Hey, congrats on going first." Tyasha Harris pulls Azzi in for a hug. "I've heard a ton about you."

"Have you?" Azzi fixes her Sky cap and stares curiously at the older woman.

The Wings point guard nods. "Paige is always like, wait till Fudd comes to the W, man, y'all not ready." She rolls her eyes. "We all got a bet going on for Rookie of the Year. I'm rocking with Kitts, no offense." She winks. "Gamecock blood. So take it easy, alright? Paige went in the hundreds, but I've seen your game, so I only put up $20. Arike might be in trouble, though, she's rooting hard for Miles."

Azzi laughs awkwardly. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Good luck this season." Tyasha claps her on the back.

"Yeah, you too." Azzi watches her go, stunned to her core.

May 16, 2026

Paige is the first one there, hand extended. Azzi stares up, the wind having been knocked out of her.

Azzi hesitates before she grabs it. Paige doesn’t smile at her, but she’s not frowning either, and Azzi swears she holds her hand a second longer than necessary. She’s panting hard, and the younger girl can feel her breath fan over her cheeks. “You good?”

Azzi swallows, ignoring the way the crowd swells in volume as they watch their first public interaction in almost a year. “Yeah.”

Paige nods once, jogging backwards as her eyes linger on Azzi. And then a small smile slips from her mouth, involuntarily, and Paige startles, but the corners of her eye crinkle just a little bit before she turns around down the court.