#I just can't seem to find the right balance...

[pixeldolly]

I'm unsure what to do. I have several options when it comes to simming, each with advantages and disadvantages, and I'm stuck trying to choose. 😩Help?

Walden - this one's obvious. My longest-standing (and possibly best-known) hood, with hundreds of pictures worth of posts. On the one hand, it's fun, it's intricate, it's well-established...on the other it's gotten so big and unwieldy, and I feel compelled to tell an ongoing story which often involves extra work on my part rather than just playing. I could drop/downscale the story and just post gameplay pictures but I feel it wouldn't be as interesting anymore. :/

Nekojima - also fun, and smaller, but suffering from similar issues to Walden, since it's very much a story-driven hood, with the additional issue of it not even being my story to begin with.

Some version of Strangetown/Pleasantview/whatever - done to death, can I really bring anything new to the table? I did have an interesting alt-Strangetown going (Strangetown with a Twist) which was fun though.

Something new. Again.

[thedreadvampy]

we interviewed like, literally the perfect candidate today (for another job I'm on the panel for, sadly not for my team) but also they work with Sam so I was like 'NO. I SHOULDN'T ask Sam 'hey is [name] sound?'

but because I have no boundaries instead I went into his room as soon as I got home and went 'THE INTERVIEWS WENT WELL. BY THE WAY WHO ARE THE PEOPLE WHO YOU LIKE AND HATE AT WORK.' which inevitably triggered a guessing game which. is just asking 'is [name] sound' with extra steps

(they are, evidently, as good as they seemed)

(which is lucky. already finalised my scoring so.)

[thebluebygracieabrams]

on one hand completely ignoring your emotions is soo good for my mental stability and productivity but man i miss staring at the ceiling and listening to sad songs on loop

[syluss-littlecrow]

release

<Caleb x fem!reader>

where both you and Caleb end up doing more than butt heads about his given curfew for you.

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, mutual pinning, mutual obsession & possession, jealous!Caleb breeding kink, multiple orgasms, a lot of cum..., perverted!MC, friends to lovers?, squirting, unprotected sex, morning sex, pure Caleb brain rot, it gets pretty nasty

a/n: Caleb, Caleb, CALEB XIA YIZHOU 😭😭 the way I've been giggling over Caleb while watching his story and going back to my home screen with Sylus looking at me with his arms crossed.... Anyway, enjoy this Caleb brain rot 🥹🩷 I'll do one with Caleb's military air force uniform when I can 😔🫡

I JUST SAW THE NEW BANNER DROP IM NOT OK IF ANYONES WONDERING.

w/c: 3.5K

Effortless. That is what Caleb feels like when his affections come to you. It bubbles and boils over when he thinks he's able to put a lid over it, and it overflows instead. It leaves him so defenseless. Yet, he can't seem to stop. It's the only thing that keeps him going in this hell. 

The only thing he feels is the metallic necklace barely weighing on his chest. It almost feels like you're here with him. 

And if you are, he wants to keep you here with him. Forever.

His eyes slowly open. His eyes focus on the hologram clock hovering at the side. 

You're supposed to be back already. 

Caleb contemplated on driving out to find you since he has your location pinging on his phone.

Since when did you have that many friends in Skyhaven? Why doesn't he know about them?

He checks the messages he's sent you, all unread. 

Caleb has to remind himself to stop clenching his jaw and biting his tongue. 

His stare towards the door grows anxious by the minute. Then he strengthens his resolve and marches towards the door, ready to leave and look for you. 

The second he pulls down the door handle, the jingle of the door unlocking from the outside sounds and the door swings open, making you and Caleb jump when he catches you in his arms from bumping into each other.

“Caleb!” You squeal, flustered at the way you completely ran into him. His warmth is radiating over to your skin. “Are you okay? Where were you gonna go?”

You watch a small pout form on his lips. He truly looks like a puppy when he does that, you can't help but think. 

“Look for you”, he curtly replies, making sure you've regained your balance before he releases your arms.

You straighten your posture, and sheepishly touch the nape of your neck, immediately avoiding his gaze. 

“Ah, right. Well, I got carried away with chatting with my friends and all…” 

Caleb crosses his arms. His pout turns into a frown, and his eyebrows are scrunched. 

Shit. He looks mad.

You inch closer to him, your fingers grazing over his knuckles. 

“I'm sorry, Caleb. Don't be mad okay? I'm home now, safe and sound, in the flesh, aren't I?”

Caleb breathes steadily, keeping his expression the same, but when you take his palm and nuzzle your cheek against it, Caleb feels the anxiety and frustration dissolve. He wants to reprimand you about the curfew, and why he implemented it in the first place. If you’ve stayed missing for a second longer, he would have completely lost it. But the moment his palm nearly touches your lips, it all dissipates, as if it never existed. 

Caleb exhales a sigh of defeat, letting it go just this time, alongside the countless times he did. 

“Go shower. I left the heater on for you.” 

You respond with a cheeky smile that makes something in Caleb’s chest bloom, and he lets you go, watching you disappear into your room. 

Caleb hears a knock on his door. He walks over and opens it, watching you coming into view. 

“Is there something you need, pipsqueak?”

You squeeze through the crack of the partially opened door and occupy his bed. 

“I'm just bored.”

Even though Caleb cocks his eyebrow, he still sprouts his smile, walking over to join you on his bed.

“Not because you're trying to make it up to me for coming back past curfew?”

Shit. 

Your smile playfully drops to a pout. “I got carried away yapping with my friends. You know I didn't mean to…” 

Caleb crosses his arms again.

“I could tell. My messages were all left unread.”

You curl your fingers to your lips when you realise you've been caught.

Caleb seems upset but you still see the softness beneath. 

He sighs. 

“I'm doing this for your own good, pipsqueak. I don't like you getting caught up in this.”

Caleb likes to think that it is that way, but he knows that it's more than just that. 

“As you can tell–” you’re showing off your body–your arms first then your legs, then your abdomen. But what Caleb didn't expect you to do was lift up your shirt slightly, your skin exposed, and have your shorts hike up your thighs, just to prove your point. “Nothing! You can check me for tracking devices too if you want to.” 

Something snaps in him.

“So do you let your friends inspect your body like that?” 

He crawls onto the bed, watching the smile slowly drop from your face. 

Caleb’s fingers trace your bare skin, drawing goosebumps from how ghostly the touches feel. His fingers slide from the top of your knees, and towards your thighs.

“Do you know how worried I was when you didn't answer my messages?”

You’re about to part your lips to respond, but he cuts you off. 

“I was wondering what conversations you were having that you ignored me.” 

“Caleb–”

He’s completely trapped you against the headboard of his bed. He's trapped you with his stare. 

Caleb inches closer, until he's close enough. His eyes glance down to your lips for a split second before his gaze meets yours again. 

Your breath is shaky when he leans in closer. 

Then he turns away. 

What the fuck? 

You watch in disbelief as he pulls away, your breath still caught in your throat from the tension.

Caleb’s signature smile returns and you feel his palm stroke the back of your head. 

“You should go back to bed. It's late.” 

He turns to open his door for you to leave. 

“Maybe I should start coming home later too.” 

He pauses in his steps. 

“I don't think that's a bright idea, pipsqueak.”

You slide off his bed and walk towards his door. 

“Maybe not. But I have brighter ones that consist of escaping your curfew.” 

You’re ready to leave the room with your victory, that is, until the door before you completely shuts. You see his shadow tower over you from behind. 

You turn to face Caleb, your arms are crossed. 

“Didn’t you ask me to go to bed?” 

“Changed my mind. I wanna make sure you're thoroughly inspected.”

You’re facing Caleb, back on his bed again. He starts with your face, but he lets his fingers linger around your lips, brushing across your bottom lip. You turn away, and his fingers catch your chin, forcing you to face Caleb.

“No looking away.”

His eyes are devouring every patch of skin that exists on your body. Even though you're clothed, you feel naked when he has his eyes on you this intensely. His fingertips trace back to your lips and he slides it down painfully slowly–past your chin, down your neck, through your sternum, past your stomach, and stops right above the elastic of your shorts. 

You want to shift, but you realise you can't–your body suddenly feels weighed down to the bed, and that's when you realise Caleb has you held down with his Evol.

The softness in Caleb’s eyes disappears, and something else replaces it. You watch him tug your shorts off you, and all you can do is watch helplessly. 

His kisses tickle from your ankle, and he builds them upwards at an agonising pace, each kiss feeling warmer as he travels up your thigh. 

Your heartbeat only accelerates from there, watching Caleb inch closer and closer to your cunt. Your thighs tense up from the sensitivity, the warmth of his lips spreading over your skin when you feel his tongue come in contact with your skin. 

“That tickles”, your voice is soft, as if the defiance in your tone before never existed.

Caleb’s lips press against your clothed pussy. Despite the fact that you’re trembling slightly, you've completely soaked your panties, and Caleb is more than happy to soak them even more. 

He buries his tongue, wetting the fabric even further. The pleasure draws soft moans, but evidently, it's not enough. 

“Caleb… Could you lighten your Evol?” You plead. You want to feel him so bad. 

Your body instantly lightens, and you almost think you're gonna fall off the bed. 

Something else holds you down this time, and it's Caleb. 

He tilts your chin up to have your lips meet his, now his kisses melting off the thoughts in your brain. Warmth burns through your skin. It takes you seconds to realise Caleb is lifting your shirt off you.

The clothing article is the next victim tossed somewhere else on the bed. 

You take his cheeks to your palms.

“I really need you now, Caleb.”

The softness returns to his eyes momentarily. 

“Are you sure you're okay with this?”

“I'll hop off right now and head straight to bed if you don't”, you huff. Fuck, the anticipation is just clawing through your insides, begging for Caleb to do something.

He playfully scoffs. 

“We both know you wouldn't.” 

Caleb tugs your panties to the side, and lines himself to your hole.

He thrusts into you in one swift motion, and you feel it all the way in. It knocks your breath out of you. Caleb watches you helplessly gasp for air and adjust to his size. He’s just filled you so full. 

He’s still supporting you so you don't fucking pass out. He feels you scratch all over his back from the pressure but he stays still, at least, until you've adjusted. 

“Shit. You're so fuckin’ warm for me”, he hisses into your neck, trying his best not to thrust into you. You feel so tight for him, he feels so good just staying there.

He stretches you open for him–your pussy fluttering at the feeling of him filling you up. The pressure slowly fades and you quickly adjust to his size.

Your vision blurs when he thrusts into you from below–the sensation so overwhelming that it's making you tear up. 

“So good”, you sigh, struggling to keep your eyes open–almost impossible when his cock is hitting your g-spot over and over again. Sparks burst into your eyelids whenever he hits the spot and it's evident that he knows he’s able to unravel you just like that, so easily. 

“Caleb…”, you moan. Caleb’s still fucking you, feeling the way you're just squeezing him, watching the way your fingers have gone clawing his back to his bedsheets, the way your tits are bouncing from fucking you, the way your eyes practically form hearts when he knows he's hit your sensitive spots.

“Faster, please. You feel so fucking good.”

He knows you shouldn't have said that. You're the only person who can rile him up like this. How the hell are you making him break his resolve when he's supposed to be upset with you?

He leans in, practically hovering over you. His fingers cup your cheek and he forces you to meet his violet eyes. 

In your fucked out haze, you blink, confused when he slows down. He pulls out completely, and you're about to complain until he rolls your soiled panties off your legs, tossing it to somewhere on the bed. 

You gasp when you feel his thumb graze over your wet and throbbing clit. 

“I'm gonna make you wonder what the fuck wrong with your body”, Caleb’s voice reaches your ears. His words sends a shiver down your spine.

“Your little pussy is gonna throb every time you think of me.”

That's all the warning he gives before his arms tower over you, holding your wrists down above your head. 

He fucks you into an orbit and you're practically helpless–forced to take his thrusts over and over. But fuck, it feels so good. It feels like fucking heaven. 

You like how dizzy it makes you feel. You like how he's not stopping, no matter how much tears stream down your face, and how pathetic you sound crying and moaning his name. 

“Fuck! Caleb, it's too much–” you whimper, the strange feeling building up in your stomach. It feels like it's about to snap any second. 

He acknowledges your words, but he doesn't bother slowing down. 

“Didn’t you promise me to be a good girl and take all of it?” 

“Caleb–!”

Your voice sounds so heavenly when you call his name.

The fluids fountains out of you, soaking everything near it's vincity–including the both of you. Your orgasm continues to wash over you and more fluids spray out.

Caleb watches you squirm and jolt while you make a mess all over him. 

He lets go of your wrists, the slight redness forming onto your skin, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip. 

Despite your arms feeling sore from resisting against his hold, you wrap them around his neck, pulling him close to catch his lips. He's taken back for a split second, but he returns the kiss, letting his soft moans drown into your lips while you clench around him.

When you both pull back, it's Caleb’s turn to have his eyes glazed and his cheeks dusted a soft shade of pink. 

“y/n, if you keep doin’ that–fuck”, Caleb groans, his fingers closing into a fist against the sheets. His breath is shaky. The euphoria is threatening to spill over–the fact that you're trapping him in like this with you, just the two of you solely existing together right now–he could get high off this feeling. He doesn't need anything else. 

“I'm so close. Shit.” You watch the bead of sweat trickle down his temple, down to his cheek, to his chin, and then it disappears into the mess the both of you made below. 

Caleb’s voice makes you refocus on him. 

His palm presses against your cheek again, his thumb brushing lightly on the corner of your lips. 

“You're gonna take all of it like a good girl, yeah?” 

You nod, almost too eagerly. Caleb can't help but think that your face after being fucked looks breathtakingly beautiful. It makes him want to hide you further. The world doesn't deserve someone like you. 

He crashes his lips with yours, melting into the kiss while he pumps you full with his thick cum–making sure he has himself seated deep inside so nothing spills out. At least, not until he pulls out.

The high slowly descends, and the both of you are left panting, getting lost in each other’s eyes just for that moment before Caleb slowly pulls out. 

Caleb then reaches for the glass of water perched on his nightstand to offer you. You take a good few sips of water, and hand it back to Caleb, who takes a couple of sips as well. He notices the way your cheeks are still flushed and that you're blinking more. He plants the empty glass onto the nightstand, ready to carry you to wash up and probably change the sheets after.

In a daze, you notice Caleb’s cum seeping out of your hole in small loads. You wet two fingers and slide them to your pussy–and you push the thick fluids back in, your body jolting in pleasure while you're pretty much fingering your pussy with Caleb’s cum.

Caleb swallows hard while he watches you pleasure yourself. He’s about to say something but you cut him off.

“Your cum keeps leaking out”, you point out, giving him the full view of your cum-soaked pussy. You look up at him with an innocent, poison-soaked gaze–your lashes wet and your thighs trembling from each time you feel his cum leak out of you.

“It’d be such a waste–”, you mutter, shivering one more time when your fingers fuck you again, the room only filled with your voice and the wet squelching sounds from your pussy.

“–if it doesn't stay inside.” 

You barely have time to process what happens next. The next thing you knew, Caleb has your hands pinned above your head with one hand, and the other on your cheeks. His legs stop you from closing yours, and you feel his wet thickness hard once more, resting on your pubic bone.

“You know, pipsqueak”, his voice drops an octave lower. His voice is clear, and he makes sure you hear him. “It's okay to just ask for more.” His eyes reflect such a gorgeous shade of wild you've never seen before, and it looks fucking good on him.

No warnings–your cunt is just wet and sopping that Caleb stuffs you to fullness once more–you give up trying to keep your eyelids open, your mind only processing the way he’s fucking so deep into you again and again.

“You know I'll always give it to you.” 

The way his fingers are cupping your cheeks stops you from answering. Well, he doesn't need a verbal response, especially not when you’re clenching him so fucking tight when your orgasm hits you for the…how many times was it now?

You feel stings that slowly dull around your shoulders and chest. The bites Caleb’s given you are as red as the ruby on his apple necklace. 

The night is drowned with sounds and sensations of both you competing to send each other to the heavens. 

What day is it now? 

Caleb blinks his heavy eyelids open. He soaks in the atmosphere around him, and it doesn't take him long to realise that you're lying on his arm.

Thankfully, it's not numb. Your hair tickles his cheeks. 

He notices the light peeking through his curtains. It's probably daytime. 

Caleb presses his lips against the back of your head, while he pulls you closer. He almost jolts when he hears a soft moan coming from you.

For some reason, something feels funny. 

He attempts to shift slightly, and realises the predicament–his dick is still hard as fuck, and he’s still nestled so fucking deep in you. Fuck. Did the both of you fall asleep mid-sex? The feeling bleeds into him again. 

Are you even awake to realise this? 

Caleb bites his inner cheek, the hardness only builds. Shit. Even after all of that, you're still this warm and tight? 

He watches your breathing steadily. 

He hooks your leg over his arm almost too easily, giving himself easier access to fuck you deeper. Your sleepiness is slowly dissipating, overtaken so fucking quick by the burning desire once more.

His thrusts bear slight friction at first, but somehow that only adds to the pleasure–the rawness, the fact that he's left a mess in you and kept that way, and that he gets to do it all over again in the morning. 

“Ca…Caleb..!” You squeal, uselessly fisting the pillows while Caleb rails you from below. 

“So perfectly warm for me, y/n”, his morning voice dousing you. He takes advantage to litter more bites to the back of your neck and shoulders, and spoils you with his strained moans when he reflects the way you whimper whenever he hits your sensitive spots. 

You sheepishly bury your teary face into the pillows, and Caleb pushes himself impossibly deeper, forcing you to face him when you jolt in surprise. His violet eyes are eating you up. You hear his voice ring in your ears.

“Wanna make you cry more like this. You're so pretty when you cry when I'm splittin’ you open like this.” 

More tears stream down your cheeks whenever your g-spot gets abused over and over. Caleb forces you to meet his gaze. His thrusts are slower, but harder. 

“Shit, you're really gonna milk me dry, yeah?” Caleb hisses when he feels you flutter around him. Your cum is mixed with his, and drips down his cock, to his balls. 

Caleb pulls you tighter, deepening the kiss one last time while he breeds you full over and over for nth time since the last night, devouring your whimpers when the words you muttered to him last night comes into memory. You're so dizzy with pleasure, and Caleb has stolen all of your breaths. 

He finally pulls out, his cum endlessly drizzling out of your abused hole, and it almost sets him off again. 

Nonetheless, he forces himself to get out of bed so he can get a towel and clean you up.

Another loving kiss he presses onto your temple.

“I'm gonna get a towel, pipsqueak.” His husky whispers send shivers down your body, and the warmth of his touch lingers on your thighs for a lot longer than you realise.

He leaves the bed for the bathroom. 

You nuzzle into the pillows Caleb was just lying on, drowning yourself with his scent. The wetness that sticks between your legs–you can't tell if it's your fresh arousal or if it's his cum anymore.  

Not that it mattered since steadying your breath when you realised he was still in you when you stirred before him to see what he'd do next, gave you such a big reward. 

And you'd do it all over again. You would say things to get under his skin, just to get a rise out of him, just to keep his attention on you, always. 

You wanted to keep his strained voice when he called your name, the way he looks at you with so much desperation when he breeds you full, in a bottle and store it for your perverted indulgence. 

No one else needs to know that this part of Caleb exists, because he belongs to you. 

The dim light catches your attention underneath the thick sheets. You take the device, unlocking the phone with your fingerprint. 

6 missed calls. 

You swipe them away. You shut off his phone.

He doesn't need to know.

He doesn't need to remember.

At least, not when he's with you. 

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[free-slutt]

𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙍 | 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙕

a/n: I'm currently awake at 4 am and unable to sleep ive been having some thoughts that I needed to release, and writing this is helping me feel better. this is my first time writing something explicit, so I apologize if it's not the best. please forgive any grammar mistakes. i hope you enjoy reading it. <3

summary: you are searching for a personal trainer and come across an online ad. after calling the trainer, he arranges a session at his home gym. things start to take a spicy turn between the two of you.

warning: smut! 18+ oral (m receiving), spanking, getting manhandled, fingering, pet names like “doll, babygirl” squirting, praising, degrading, rough!!

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when you move to california to pursue your dream of becoming a model or influencer, you leave behind your family, job, and friends. unfortunately, the move also means leaving behind your favorite place: the gym.

many label me a gym rat, but I simply embrace my love for the discipline it brings and the amazing confidence it gives me in everything I wear.

in the evening, while browsing through tiktok , i suddenly felt a wave of boredom. i let out a sigh, turned off my phone, and began searching for an engaging activity. normally, in situations like this, i would change into my favorite workout attire and head to the gym. however, as i am not at home, i need to find a gym or a personal trainer of my own in this new location.

i opened my macbook and started searching for personal trainers in my new area. I came across a profile of a man who seems to have a lot of experience in the gym and is conveniently located nearby. i must admit, he looks delicious. i decided to message him to arrange a meeting and inquire about his session rates. he responded promptly with his pricing and availability, and it turns out he's available tomorrow morning. as we exchanged goodbyes over text, my mind couldn't help but focus on meeting him in person. if I'm already feeling this way based on some online pictures, i can only imagine how I'll feel when we meet face to face.

i wake up suddenly to the sound of my alarm. as i pick up my phone, i see that it's 5:30. the familiar feeling of nervousness churns in my stomach as i realize that I'm in a new city, about to meet someone new. i made sure to wake up extra early just to ensure that i look my best.

after my shower, i breeze through my skincare routine and add a touch of mascara and some lip balm. I'm just heading to the gym, so nothing too over-the-top, i tell myself. i apply a light moisturizing lotion and a spritz of my favorite perfume. i slip into my matching black bra and thong, then into my sleek all-black workout set with cute black leggings and a fitted black tee. i slide on my nike socks and lace up my new balance 574’s. i brush my hair and secure it with a stylish claw clip, still debating whether to leave it down or tie it up. I'll make up my mind in the uber.

i send him a text to inform him that I'm on my way to the location he had sent me. he reads the message but doesn't reply. oh well, I'm on my way already.

as we pull into his driveway, i can't help but notice how stunning his house is. i wonder what he does for work; being in california, he must be wealthy or famous. i tip my uber driver in cash, thanking him for the ride, and he wishes me luck. I'm definitely going to need it.

i grab my phone out but before i can send him a text i hear a whistle which caught my attention i looked up seeing him standing next to his front door i can’t help but check him out and oh my goodness he’s more attractive in person i can just rip his clothes off right here and there but i have to remain calm im not here for that.

he is wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, with a gold chain around his neck. his hair is lightly stuck to his forehead, indicating that he had a workout before I arrived.

“hey there” he smiles and waves signaling me to come in with his hand

i smile back and step into his house him standing behind me the whole time closing the door and walking towards me

"I'm nicholas, I'm your trainer. It's nice to meet you." oh my, his smile. his smile. his smile. I'm going to fold, i know I am, but I have to keep my calm. i don't even know him. i don't know if he's single or even married.

“hi, i’m y/n” i take his hand shaking it lightly

"come on, don't be shy," he takes us to his gym and confidently sits down on a bench, gesturing for me to sit next to him with a wave of his hand.

so demanding already.

“so tell me a little bit about yourself, i know you told me you just moved here but what’s the reason for the move and why are you looking for a trainer?” he asked curiously.

“well, i moved here to cali so it’ll be easier for me to achieve some of my goals, i have some experience in the gym but i really feel like ill learn a lot more with a trainer if that makes any sense” you smile shyly causing nicholas to chuckle a little.

“no need to be shy sweetie im here to help you you already look great im sure you’ll do a great job” i cross my legs just at the sound of his voice saying those loving praises, oh i need him so bad.

he notices but tries not to make it so obvious he grabs his water bottle taking a sip and putting down standing up tapping the side of my thigh gently “come on let’s get started”.

we begin with some easy stretches to warm up before the actual run. i couldn't help but notice that he mostly stood there, watching, instead of actively instructing and guiding me, which did bother me a bit.

“do an extended puppy pose for me” i look up at him and he just winks OH. he knows what he’s doing so i decide to play along as well.

as i get on all fours getting ready to get in the pose arching my back a little i can see nicholas from the side of my eye starting so hard i can’t help but silently giggle to myself.

“am i doing this good enough nicholas?? how’s my arch looking” he chuckles at my words a little.

“oh you’re doing so good y/n, you look amazing but i think you need a little help here” he comes down next to me getting on his knees right behind my ass and pushing my arch down so my stomach is hitting the floor beneath me.

“just like that?” I question.

“just like that, good girl” those words sent shivers down my spine i let out a soft sigh.

“what’s the matter sweetie?” he questioned.

i shake my head not responding to him “can we just do the next exercise?” i get on my knees so i can stand up but he comes in front of me putting one hand on my shoulder keeping me on my knees.

“let’s do some leg spreads i’ll help and guide you”.

i lay on the mat on my back and nicholas gets down on his knees again grabbing one of my legs bending it back a little.

“let’s start of slow sweetie i don’t want to hurt you”.

after doing a couple of reps nicholas stops and can’t help but notice something.

he chuckled “someone’s excited?”.

“what?” i ask not getting exactly what he’s talking about.

he spreads my leg a little further back.

“you’re so wet you’ve leaked through your panties it’s all on those leggings of yours”.

“i-im so sorry i-“ he cut me off.

“don’t worry about it doll, im having way more fun than you could possibly imagine” he bends down to kiss me and i went full in, tongue and everything.

after a few minutes of us making out he rips open my leggings with his bare hands which caused me to throw my head back and lightly groan, his eyes burning into my skull the whole time. never once taking those beautiful brown eyes off of me.

he pulls my panties to the side.

grabbing my mouth harshly “open and spit”.

i did as told, he sticks them in my mouth reaching the back of my throat causing to me gag.

he laughed and smiled “think you take all of my dick in there huh babygirl?”.

he pulled my panties to the side and started playing with me lightly flicking the clit and switching between fingering me and playing with my clit.

the groans escaping his mouth seemed a little animalistic like he hasn’t touched a woman in a very long time he’s eager and i can tell he wants to fuck me into the ground literally. 

“mmm you’re so fucking wet, you’ve been excited since you got here hm? or was it those photos i sent you last night that has you like this for me? horny and ready to get fucked by her trainer? it’s only day one babygirl and here you are legs spread open pussy juice dripping all over my fucking fingers, what am i going to do with you”.

i moan loudly his words. his actions. the sounds. everything just feels and sounds so fucking good i didn’t want him to stop.

“oh im gonna come” i felt the urge to release the feeling you get in your stomach when you know your going to cum and go crazy “please dont stop nicholas”.

“such a fucking good girl” he kept pumping his big thick fingers in and out of me which caused me to release all over his gym floor.

“oh shit baby, look at you fuck” he says rubbing my clit on a fast pace, i grabbed his hand trying to get him to stop since it feels way to good to handle.

“please” he grabs my face and kisses me harshly shoving his tongue all down my throat saliva dripping down in between the both of us.

“come on take this off” he removes my shirt and bra taking off what’s rest of the leggings throwing it somewhere in the gym.

he takes his shirt and sweats off leaving him completely exposed no boxers or anything on, he knew what he wanted to do.

“come on baby get on your knees let’s see if you can fit this dick all in that pretty mouth of yours, gagging on two fingers. that’s pathetic sweetheart you got to do better than that”.

i get on my knees and take his member into my hand lightly kissing and licking his desperate throbbing dick leaking pre cum everywhere, i quickly take my tongue and clean up the mess he made.

“now this is a great mouth exercise for you pretty you’ll love it” he laughs and i roll my eyes member still in my mouth looking up at him not breaking eye contact.

“oh come on” he pushes my head down taking his whole dick into my mouth repeatedly touching the back of my throat i tap and grab on his thighs signaling i needed to breath and catch my breath, he threw his head back in pleasure looking back down grabbing my hair and pulling me off of his dick.

“told you you couldn’t take it”

“mmm stop let me do it” i pout he reaches his hand and cups my cheek and caressing my hair rubbing circles on the top of my head.

i grab his dick taking him all in and taking him out grabbing it and lightly jerking him off, as i continue to jerk him off i suck off what’s left that i couldn’t fit in my mouth.

“mm fuck”

“just like that baby”

“such a good fucking girl for me”

i take him in once again feeling him twitch making sure he’s hitting the back of my throat so i can swallow all of his sweet juices.

he grabs my hair making it into a makeshift ponytail fucking my face at the perfect pace for him, he looks so good he can just take control and do what he wants at this point.

i feel him twitch again which means he’s super close this time he didn’t let me go he made sure he stayed in the back of my throat resting his cock in my mouth while he released all inside of my mouth.

“swallow that shit baby be a good fucking girl for me”

oh boy, this is just the first session i wonder what’s going to happen next time.

˖⋆࿐໋



[azrielbrainrot]

Play Fighting with Azriel

Warnings: smut, making out, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex

A/N: I don't know what this is but enjoy.

“Do you yield?”

With your wrist pinned under his hand and his bigger body straddling yours, you couldn't even say anything, only letting out a scoff and glaring up at him.

Of course you had no delusional belief that you'd be able to actually take Azriel but the fact that he had won so easily without even breaking a sweat was frustrating you a bit. You've been practicing with him so often, it almost feels like you wasted all those early mornings.

There was something about the confident smirk on his face as he peered down at you that was making it harder to breathe too. Mother knows Azriel has always been unbelievably handsome but Gods does he look even better with that confident, even slight arrogant, glint in his eyes, biceps straining against his short sleeved shirt, its hem riding up just enough to give you a tease of skin and toned muscle.

An idea pops into your mind then, a delicious, wicked idea. You bite your lip, trying and failing to fight back a smile, taking advantage of the hand he hadn't even concerned himself with restraining and placing it on his chest.

“I guess I should know better than to think I could beat our famed Shadowsinger,” you say, eyes dropping to his lips before moving lower to watch your hand.

“What are you up to, princess?”

“Nothing at all.” You give a shrug, trailing your hand down and down his torso, feeling his breath hitch as you both watch your hand move slowly until you find the sliver of skin right above his pants. You let your fingers wander for a second, a fire igniting in your lower belly as the air changes around you.

Things between you and Azriel have always been interesting to say the least. There was always flirting and pet names, lingering touches and heated stares, it's not even the first time that you found yourself with his body pressed against yours similarly to this moment, but you had never quite crossed the line, not fully.

A soft call of your name brings you back to the present, finding your finger had moved on its own and you were now tracing the waistband of his pants. When your eyes meet you hesitate, momentarily forgetting what you were doing in the face of so much desire, the same that was probably written on your own face. Being caged under his body like this makes it hard for you to think, meaning your body is fighting to take control and unfortunately your body only wants one thing right now.

With a sigh, almost disappointed in yourself, you kick out his legs like he has taught you, releasing his hold on your wrist, and with a push of your hands at his chest and a not so fair grab of his sensitive wings, you manage to throw him off his balance and then lunge at him and flip him over, straddling him just as he had done to you.

A triumphant smile falls over your lips as you take in his bewildered expression, grabbing both of his wrists against the floor and repeating the same words he had thrown at you earlier.

“Do you yield?”

Azriel regains his composure with a couple of blinks, an amused smile gracing his face. “You beat me,” he murmurs with a small sigh.

“I did,” you confirm with a nod, voice fat too breathy for your liking. Letting go of his wrists, you sit up on his torso, his hand coming up to hold onto your thigh immediately. You both knew he could easily flip you back if he wanted to, but he seemed perfectly content with seeing you perched on top of him.

You were acutely aware of your position, every inch of heated skin pressed against yours, the slight tremble in both of your breaths and the all-consuming hunger in his eyes.

If you had already crossed the line, why not take advantage of it? Why had you been holding back for so long anyway? You certainly couldn't think of a good reason as your scents deepen and a heat you can't seem to control rises within you.

“Does the winner get a prize?”

His grip on your thigh tightens for a beat, that same stupidly attractive smirk returning to his lips. It makes you clench around nothing, and you know he feels it too when he lets out a breathless groan, gaze dropping to where you sit down on him before meeting yours again, other hand coming to hold onto your other thigh, grinding you down on him.

“What do you have in mind, princess?”

“You,” you breathe out, “I want you.”

No sooner the words leave your mouth than he sits up and presses his lips against yours, instincts taking control as you forget that line, forget everything but him. All that time spent playing around each other seems to crash down over you with an intense sense of urgency. Devouring each other like you had been starving, teeth clashing and hands roaming, pushing clothes to the side.

You could feel your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your folds, could feel his cock throbbing as you grind into him, his teeth biting down your neck, breathy moans escaping your lips unattended.

“Az,” you whine at a particularly harsh bite, “please I need you now.”

He groans against your neck and comes up to kiss you again. The kiss is entirely too short for your liking and you were about to tell him as much when he sits up and carries you up with him, moving to drop you over the sofa unceremoniously and taking off your pants and underwear at once.

Before you have the chance to grab onto his clothes and do the same, he dives down and licks a stripe over your cunt, making both of you let out obscenely loud moans. Azriel wastes no time in diving back in, your hands tangling in his hair as he devours you, making out with your cunt.

It feels like you had been close ever since his lips fell on yours, desire running over your veins like molten lava, so it's not surprise that you find yourself right in the edge as soon as he fucks two fingers into you. You go to tell him as much when he stops suddenly, a whimper escaping you, hands trying to grip onto his hair harder and keep him in place.

“Why…?”

“Gonna fuck you properly.” His voice is breathy and rough with desire, eyes transfixed on your leaking cunt as he unbuckles his pants and frees his erection at last, pumping it once, twice before looking up at you. “Isn't that what you wanted?”

“Please.”

At any other time you might have been embarrassed with how much you were begging but as he guides his throbbing cock to your hole, you couldn't even feel a sliver of embarrassment, or anything else aside from hungry desire.

You grab onto his neck as he works his cock into you, bringing him in for another kiss, finding his lips had been away from yours for far too long and you needed more of his intoxicating taste. He fucks his full length into you as slowly as both of your nonexistent patiences allow, but as soon as he sits fully inside you, making you struggle to take a breath at just how full you felt, his hips start snapping into yours at a punishing pace.

The world disappears around you, sounds of skin slapping on skin and unabashed moans the only thing that could be heard around the room, and likely the rest of the house. If you had been able to pay attention you might have noticed Cassian flying Nesta out of the House between giggles, giving you both the privacy you so clearly needed.

You have no idea how much time passed before you feel like you can't hold back anymore, the promise of a destructive orgasm rising inside you, getting closer and closer with every snap of his hips.

“Az, I'm-”

“I know,” he manages between breaths, “Me too.”

He trails a hand down to your clit, toying with it until you can't breathe and pleasure washes over you, cunt clenching around him wildly, sending him over the edge right along with you. Azriel buries his face in the crook of your neck and grinds into you, fucking you through your orgasms and only stopping when you come down, breaths normalizing as sensitivity becomes too much to bear.

You hold each other like that for a while, keeping your bodies as close as possible even when he comes up to kiss you again, slower, and pulls away to look into your eyes, words that haven't been said clear as day in the hazel. You cup his cheek and smile up at him, cursing yourself for waiting this long to have him, taking in the infatuated smile on his own face.

“Feels like I won too.”

[harmonysanreads]

oh to baby the ever handsome flawless hero,,, phainon you deserve to be handfed and get your cheeks pinched and cooed at. i need to cut fruits for him i need to make sure he stays warm in cold weather. please maintain your whimsy if he loses that boyish smile i will END IT ALLLLLL

“You're so... cute.”

Being caught by surprise spells death for a warrior and you are a master at enacting that incantation every time. Phainon would've marinated in the bafflement of it all for a while longer, if his reflexes hadn't acted faster, arms springing forward to catch your figure — deliberately pushed towards himself.

“Haa — mmf?” his must look like a visage worthy of jeer, but his attention is too flighty to focus on anything less important than the press of your palms against his cheeks, mushing the flesh together to your whimsy.

It wouldn't be difficult to push you away, if his left hand hadn't been occupied with securing your balance on his lap, firmly coiled around your waist. But it would be incorrect to assume his wishes lay anywhere in that territory, his very free and very much functioning right hand dangling by the side seemed to provide evidence to his prominent disinterest in severing the contact.

Light falls on your back, veiling your exact expression from his curious eyes. But he can tell that you've leaned closer, feel the absence of heat from where your hand parted ways from his skin and settled amongst the ivory strands of his hair.

“How can a man be this... this adorable?” there's a frightening mix of endearment and frustration in your voice, unless he's losing his mind. Your vigorous ruffling of his hair next, assures him that he has not.

“It should be illegal to be this precious.” the pout that he's most certain exists on your lips bleeds its way to your admissions of how endearing he apparently is. He's unable to force words out of his parched mouth, blood clogged around from his ears to his cheeks — where you deliver a sharp pinch to, rouging the skin further.

His winch is promptly muffled by your skin, the abrupt pull your hand causing him to crash straight into your embrace. He can feel the barely-there weight of your cheek brushing against his hair, utterances of a line of words he vaguely recognizes as abstract terms of endearment bounces off his ears. You try to rock him like a newborn child, he assists by melting further in your arms.

The grip you have around him is by no means strong, but the thought that he could take advantage of it to liberate himself from this embarrassing situation does not once cross his mind. He doesn't even find it the least bit flustering, in fact.

Just as quickly as it started, you pull him away from your arms and all the muscles in his face drop. It does not seem like you thought it vital to be acknowledged either, focusing instead on scooping a few grapes from the bowl of fruit that Phainon cannot even recall you putting down.

“What are you thinking about? Open your mouth.” his jaw slackens at the command, at a speed that'd no doubt give many people whiplash. If wind passed by at that moment, it'd no doubt whistle in his head.

You push one after another piece of mouthwatering fruit, but his braincells scurry away from processing the tastes of them. Bright blue eyes cradle the pleased curve of your lips with utmost caution, caress the purse between them whenever he appears slow in following your motion. He feels moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes. Your smile, your warmth, the timbre of his voice, all so heart-wrenchingly ethereal —

“Tsk, look at how messy you are, can't even chew a piece of fruit cleanly.” you suddenly remark, purposefully smearing some pomegranate juice on the corner of his lips. He blinks at the shift in your expression, you tilt your head to address his confusion, nearly burning the remnants of his conscious mind.

Your titillating gaze flits to the scene of your creation next, tracing over the arch of his lips and returning back to gauge his stare — challenging him to speak, to break free, to deny you as you lean closer, fixated on the stain of fruit residue you painted your intentions with.

He answers by decreasing a breath worth of space, the hand that rested so far in serenity on your back pushed you closer, while his right hand wrenched the dagger away from your knuckle tight clasp. Gone is the veil of dew that you cloaked yourself in thus far, expression scrunched in what he can only assume is incendiary displeasure.

He watched as your disgruntled eyes followed the twirl of the dagger now dancing between his fingers, “So close! I must admit, you're getting more and more creative with your approaches, melite!” his energetic response did nothing but worsen your existing disappointment.

You crossed your arms in petulance, no longer interested in keeping that searing eye-contact, “Maybe just poison my food next, eh? Definitely much easier than going through all this trouble.”

The casual lilt of Phainon's suggestion appalls you, compelling you to turn around to face his stupid wide smile, “What are you saying? Didn't you always want a Hero’s death?”

That puts a dent to his disturbing playfulness, he throws away the excuse of a dagger somewhere without care. Eyes glossing over in realization, “You remembered...!”

That earns him nothing but a deadpan.

A boom of laughter fills the air, “Okay, okay, I'll stop ‘messing around’, as you like to say.”

Traces of his amusement linger and gather round to form one last wink, “But I wasn't joking, it really did touch this little heart of mine.” he cradles the mentioned organ in cue, getting a seasoned eye-roll in response.

Now it's his turn to gather you close, you do your duty in pushing against the embrace, like you've done so many times before — losing before his strength like every time.

“And I also wasn't joking when I suggested that you can use more underhanded methods to kill me for good.” he looks directly at you, through you, trapping you in place to match his steps in continuing this charade.

“Why?” you feel compelled to ask and to your bewilderment, Phainon's smile softens.

“Because death by your hand, no matter the way, would be my greatest honor.”

[thetarotyapper]

how would people describe your beauty to others? (pick-a-card reading)

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(how to pick a card? observe the given options and choose the one which you feel the most drawn to. scroll down to read your message!! remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates! ps.- if you feel drawn to more than one card/image/pile, feel free to read the others too!! if the chosen pile doesn't relate to you, feel free to choose another. the choice is yours<3)

𐙚⋆.˚ pile 1 𐙚⋆.˚

3 of wands, temperance, the high priestess, the hermit, 3 of cups, 2 of cups

babe, you are LITERALLY the GLOW UP pile. not only is your facial features captivating, but you're also SMART. you're the definition of “beauty with brains”, like im not even kidding!! your facial features and structure is so perfectly balanced, you are the standard. like you're perfect. i'm not over-exaggerating here because it's true. people have noticed your glow up and your transformation and i can hear people whispering to others, “they used to look so different before but now they're unrecognisable!” 

your beauty catches people off guard and something about your face just beings me this sense of peace. it's almost like your face takes over your personality - and you have a kind personality. basically, your face is so beautiful and kind, it gives people this sense of comfort. people can't even get jealous over you because they're too busy lost in your beauty. and also because they know they can't be you heheh :b 

i’m see that before you might've struggled with body-image or you would've been insecure about the way you looked, but you put in the effort to transform and look at you now babe - catching people's attention and leaving them speechless! what makes you even more captivating is that you're smart. like ugh what do you not have??! you are everything.

you also have this mysterious and guarded look and i also feel like this is your energy. people find you so alluring because you're not easy to read. people want to get close to you. please want to know you. omg suddenly i hear a guy saying this while pointing at you, “you see them? (im actually getting a lot of feminine energy from this pile so hi my loves🤭) that person right there? they're so hard to get, and they're so irresistible”. 

some of y'all who chose this pile might be a part of the queer community and im seeing that you gain a lot of attention from both masculine as well as feminine energies. you're so hard to resist, pile 1. people want to know you but you do not open up so easily. im also seeing that some of y'all would have been victims of bullying (im so sorry, love. please know that people love you and care about you. you're beautiful and you matter<3) and now that you've changed for the better, everyone wants to get close to you. i have personal beef with whoever hurt you (⁠ノ⁠｀⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ノ⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

im also seeing that men in relationships are literally ready to risk their current partners to get a chance with you. but you're not that type of person. you're gaining a lot of attention, pile 1. you might feel overwhelmed at times and a little put-off because all this seems so odd to you because this sudden attention is just too much. before, you struggled with being in your skin and now you're comfortable and happy with yourself. i see you being proud of yourself and you know what babe? you should be!! because only you know how far you've come. you know what's the sad part about your reading, pile 1? previously, people didn't really give you that much attention or your presence was dismissed by many but now that you've had a glow up and you look so beautiful, EVERYONE wants to talk to you. my advice would be that people don't deserve you if they weren't with you during your worst. all you need is yourself, so don't entertain the ones who don't deserve to be in your energy, love<3

𐙚⋆.˚ pile 2 𐙚⋆.˚

10 of swords, king of wands, page of pentacles, 5 of cups, the emperor, page of wands

YOUR EYES, BABE. YOUR EYES. something about your eyes just called out to me. they're intense, dark and dominating. people feel INTIMIDATED by your beauty. something about you is just so jaajajjakka like i can't wrap my head around it. more than your beauty, it's your energy that speaks. your energy is what makes you so captivating. people describe you by your energy. i hear people saying, “they're not easy to talk to”, because you make them nervous, babe. no, nervous is not the word. anxious. yes, that's how you make people feel. i see that people are even scared to lie to you. it's almost like you see right through them. IT'S YOUR EYES, LOVE. UGH, SO BEAUTIFUL AND CAPTIVATING. and the fact that y'all stand your ground and are so mature is what makes you so sexy….

you could be at a party with thousands of people around you and you'd still somehow capture people's eye. your energy and your beauty is something that cannot go unnoticed. your beauty just calls to people….you know? i hope i made sense. your beauty is so controlling and authoritative, people literally want to obey and worship you. pile 2, i'm not doing justice to you. like i don't know why but i feel like the way i'm describing you is not doing justice to your beauty. but that's the thing, people don't know how to describe you. there's no words to describe your beauty. it's just so out of this world. you're ethereal. you're everyone's dream person. 

im getting a feeling that you might be sexualized a lot by people or that you might've been catcalled a lot - oh love, im so sorry :( people look at you as this “prize” or “opportunity” they want to claim, but what they fail to notice is that you are a human being and that you have emotions. ugh people like that piss me off. pile 2, you're gorgeous and i'm so so sorry you have to go through all of this. take a deep breath and exhale slowly. when you're ready, we'll read the next part okay? no pressure<3

i'm seeing that currently you're in the process of a transformation and that your aesthetic or your looks are not “fixed” yet. either that means your features are still changing (maturing) or that you like to try out different clothing aesthetics and make-up. you like to experiment with your looks a lot. people can't mess with you and people don't even want to mess with you. i'm seeing some envious eyes here. some people are jealous that you can pull off ANYTHING and they can't. you're the type to slay in pyjamas.

pile 2, you give me the vibes of someone who is still maturing or someone who is still quite young. please stay safe out there because humans are unfortunately our worst enemies. the world is becoming a better place, but not everything is perfect. please take care of yourself and protect yourself. because i don't like the energy of the people around you. you need to be a little cautious because not everyone is a well-wisher, love.

𐙚⋆.˚ pile 3 𐙚⋆.˚

justice, 3 of swords, page of cups, the fool, the lovers, king of pentacles, ace of pentacles

my lovely pile 3, your beauty is PIERCING. it's so raw and beautiful. i hear people thinking, “what makes them so different? they look like any other person but god…there's just something about them that i can't ignore!”. you get people flustered and frustrated, pile 3. people don't know how to act around you. they feel so conscious and nervous around you. people felt intimidated by pile 2, oh but they're scared of you, pile 3. 

the way you talk is very attractive and people love listening to you talk. you just make so much sense. you also have a very confident gaze, people are afraid to make eye contact with you. your beauty pains their heart. but you know what pains them even more? it's the fact that you're not theirs. i wouldn't be surprised if people fantasize about you. you possess the type of beauty that has people HOOKED. you're the airport crush. your face is just so hard to forget - and the fact that your natural/bare face is so attractive, it makes people go crazy over you. you have this touch of “freshness” or like a “clean-girl-aesthetic” vibe - like people just love your bare face. 

many people literally fall in love with you during the first encounter. but can you even blame them, babe? the previous two piles had a very strong and dominating energy, but your energy is so soft and soothing. i'm also seeing pink and plump lips. i have no words for your beauty, pile 3. how are you even real? you have such a youthful face and your skin literally GLOWS. you might be into skincare too. it's just the way you take care of yourself is what makes you so attractive. 

i see people telling others that you are so naturally pretty and others will have a hard time believing that fact until they see you. i see people stopping and staring at you. you give me “grey sweatpants, pull over, bare face, lips gloss and mascara” typa vibes, but somehow you are still so effortless. how does it feel to be god's favourite, pile 3?😭

i'm also seeing that you might wear these headbands to pull your hair back so it doesn't fall in front of your face and it makes you look so cute because i feel like your headbands have these cute animal doodles or something of that sort. 

many people are curious about you, pile 3. you also have this childlike energy and some people see you as naive and might think of taking advantage of you. please be careful of such people, dear!! they're just soul-suckers. all they care about is exhausting your energy for their benefit. also, one thing i love about you pile 3 is that your emotions are literally shown on your face. someone might say something very stupid and you might try to hide your emotions by putting on a fake smile but before you even know it, you already have a disgusted expression on your face. because of this, many people might be a little scared to talk to you because they feel like you will judge them. many people might think you're mean and full of yourself and that's why they are scared of approaching you.  something about your voice is also very attractive. as mentioned before, people love listening to you talk. you could yap for hours and people would still be on their knees, looking up at you and worshipping you. for them, every word that comes out of your mouth is like a prayer. people are addicted to you, babe.

hi loves!! i hope this reading finds you in good health and i hope you are doing well. take care of yourself and i will see you in my next reading. thank you for being here<3

(note: tarot & oracle cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, feelings and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not predict the future in a fixed way. this is a general reading so take what resonates!)

જ⁀➴ all credit for the pictures & dividers goes to their rightful owners and creators.

[pineconepie]

More Ellis <3

TW: Drunk Reader, party, arguments, forced infantilization, parental yandere, vomiting

Ever since the incident, you had basically started living with Ellis more than in your own dorm.

It's not... awful, per se, just a little awkward. He's always there, helping you with your homework and giving you tips, cooking balanced meals for you, and even decorated your room to your interests. You find it a little strange how it seems like he knows more about you than you told him, but you shrug it off as a coincidence.

"Where on earth are you going to?" Ellis asks with crossed arms. "It's nearly midnight, do you realize how dangerous it is to be out at this time?"

You open your mouth to tell him its a party, but you know he'd be against it. He's against most things, you've come to find out. "I'm going to study with some friends."

"At midnight?" he repeats incredulously. "No, no way. You're staying right here."

"But they're expecting me—"

"You don't need to worry about that. Call them up and cancel your plans," he instructs you. You don't move an inch, giving him a pleading stare instead. His gaze sharpens on you. "Now, (Y/n). I'm not changing my mind on this. You're under my roof, so you'll live by my rules."

"I don't even want to live under your roof!" you exclaim. "It's been, like, a week since I got beat up, and I'm fine now! I don't need to stay here anymore."

The past few times you had mentioned going back to your dorm, he insisted it wasn't safe. The only reason you never argued was because you didn't want to risk upsetting your own professor.

Not that you think he'd start abusing his status by marking your grades low or anything, but it's just not worth the risk sometimes.

Ellis has the audacity to look offended. "So you're telling me you'd rather endanger your own life than stay here with me? The person who gives you free clothes, free food, helps you with your school work..."

"That isn't true. I appreciate all that, really, but I also think I've recovered enough to not have to rely on you every day. I can take care of myself just fine now. You aren't my dad."

Maybe it came across as slightly rude, but it's true, nonetheless. You needed to get that point across. Hopefully it makes some sort of sense in his stubborn head.

In that moment, Ellis stiffens. "Go to your room." He points at the bedroom you're occupying.

"No! I'm a grown adult who can make their own decisions, whether you agree with it or not."

"Well, maybe you need to start acting like a grown adult, then!" he scolds.

"How can I when you're the one treating me like a baby?! Every day you coddle and fuss over me like I'm made of glass, then wonder why I might be upset! Do you really blame me for trying to sneak out just to do something normal?!"

"Don't raise your voice at me. I'll give you five seconds to march to your room. I'm not kidding."

"And what? You're going to ground me like you're my dad?"

"One."

Your breath catches in your throat.

"Two."

You blink.

"Three."

You consider staying put.

"Four."

Sighing in defeat, you spin on your heel and stomp to the bedroom you've become familiar with, then slam the door shut behind you. There, you collapse onto your mattress with an aggravated noise. What's his problem?

No, you refuse to miss that party, even if it kills you.

This is the first time your friends actually invited you to something in a while. Maybe they'd actually start talking to you again. But you know that won't happen if you don't show up.

So, you wait. And wait. And wait until an hour goes by.

Peeking out the doorway to make sure he's gone, you slowly creep past Ellis's room, holding your shoes in hand. Luckily, he must already be in bed, because there's not a sound.

Your heart races with adrenaline as you step through the front door, put on your shoes, then lock the door behind you with the key he gave you. The breeze is cold and biting, but you trudge ahead.

Finally, freedom.

...

An hour passes. Ellis can't sleep, he's been trying to read, but the argument with you has been in his mind on loop.

Sighing to himself, he closes his book and heads over to your room.

"(Y/n)?" he whispers, gently rapping his knuckles against the wooden door. No answer. "Sweetie, are you awake? I'm sorry for getting upset..." No answer. He hesitates, then opens the door, just to make sure you're okay.

But when he turns on the light, no one is laying in bed.

Fury runs through him, hot and white, then fizzles out into panic and fear.

"No, no, no." He looks inside your closet, nothing. Bathroom, nothing. The whole place, absolutely nothing.

He doesn't want to think you deliberately disobeyed him, but what other choice is there? You sneaked out. Who knows what kind of danger you're putting yourself in? He doesn't want to imagine you getting beat up again... he still feels guilty for being responsible the last time, even if it is what was necessary.

That's what he tells himself, anyway.

He picks up his phone and angrily finds your contact name. You're the only person he ever really bothers texting or calling anyways, he typically hates both phone calls and texts.

The phone rings as he paces back and forth.

No answer. He grits his teeth and tries again, only for it to lead him to voicemail.

"(Y/n)... come back home, please. Or at least call me to let me know you're okay."

...

You're a few drinks in already, and so drunk you feel sick. You glance down at your phone. You have five missed calls, and several texts.

Ellis: Please come home

Ellis: It isn't safe out at these times, sweetie. I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you.

Ellis: I'm sorry for snapping earlier.

Ellis: Please call me back when you can, (Y/n).

Ellis: Just let me know you're alright.

Ellis: Don't ignore me.

Ellis: If you come home now, I won't say a word about this incident. We can put it behind us, okay?

Ellis: Come home.

You almost want to text him back, tell him you're okay and you just wanted a break for one night. He's been a bit too stifling lately, it feels like he's trying to take over every aspect of your life. At first, it seemed sweet that he genuinely cared enough to help you when you needed it, but you can take care of yourself. You just don't understand why he doesn't believe that.

"Hey, (Y/n)," one of your friends say, but they don't seem very enthusiastic.

"Hey! It's been so long since we talked," you say. "You haven't been responding to my messages."

Their expression falls. "Sorry. Look, uh, this might seem a bit... sudden, but... we should stop hanging out." They clear their throat awkwardly. "It's been fun, don't get me wrong, but things are different now."

Your face scrunches up. "What? Why? Did I do something?"

"Not exactly." They rub the back of their neck. "We tried to explain to him, but he was insistent and, honestly, kinda scary—"

"What? Who?"

They click their tongue, annoyed. "Your dad. I wish you would've told someone that your dad is literally one of the professors."

"My dad?" you gawk at them. "Ellis?"

"Who else?" They shake their head. "Told us that we were all just getting in the way of your studies. And threatened our college admission and grades if we ever associated with you. Soo... yeah. We can't talk anymore. Sorry about that."

Once they finish that spiel, they hurry away and mingle with some other people. You stand alone in shock, mind reeling and thoughts fuzzy.

You drink more, just because you don't want to think about it for too long.

...

Ellis isn't stupid. He knows you were most definitely lying about the studying thing, especially considering the threats he had given to your little friends.

So of course, he assumes you went to a party. He's disappointed and beyond angry still, but his panic comes first.

It doesn't take him long to hunt down the house the party is happening in. He sees people stumbling around everywhere. How careless.

After a bit of searching for the front door, he slams the front door open and glances around. Loud music and the stench of alcohol immediately hit him in the face. People stare at him in surprise, but they seem too intoxicated to really care.

Some recognize him as a professor, and shrink back nervously. One even pulls a cigarette out of his mouth, thinking he would scold him.

He stomps further into the house, looking around frantically for any signs of you.

And lo and behold, he sees one of your friends, staring at him in shock. "You." He glares down at them. "Where is (Y/n)? Don't you dare lie to me."

"I didn't invite them!" they quickly blurt. "But... uh, I think they're in the bathroom, throwing up. They're super drunk."

Ellis huffs angrily, storming off towards the bathroom. He twists open the knob to see you, exactly as they said. Throwing up in the toilet. His eyes soften. Oh, you poor baby, he thinks. The things he does for you.

He kneels on the floor next to you and pushes your hair away from your face. Then, he reaches over and flushes the toilet once you finish emptying your stomach of whatever alcohol you consumed.

"Oh, honey." He dampens a paper towel and wipes your mouth and nose with it. "You should've stayed home where it's safe," he sighs. "But I'll take care of you. Just like always." He strokes the back of your head affectionately. "Do you think you'll vomit again?"

"I don' think so," you answer after hiccuping. He nods, stands up, then offers his hands for you. You take them and try to pull yourself up, but it proves to be difficult, especially with how much your vision swims.

"It's okay, I got you," he says, taking one of your arms and swinging it over his shoulder. Together, the two of you walk out of the bathroom. "Deep breaths, okay? There you go."

"Aww, (Y/n), is your dad taking you home?" one of the party-goers drunkenly mocks you. "Poor baby needs their dada?"

Usually Ellis is immediate to step in, giving a glare or even yelling, but he doesn't say anything. Even though you're too drunk to think, you still have enough of a mind to know why. He wants other people to think that. He likes being thought of as your parent, having you need him like a baby. That much is obvious.

Still, you're drunk and humiliated. You can't even keep track of your surroundings well enough.

"If this little party isn't wrapped up in an hour, I can promise the consequences won't be small," Ellis hisses. He specifically eyes the several students with beers in their hands, who he knows for a fact can't be legally drinking.

With that, the party dies down quickly. He gives everyone at the party a nasty glare before leaving with you still clinging onto him.

"How could you be so irresponsible?" he quietly chastises you, helping you in the front seat of his car. You stumble several times, but he's always there to steady you. Once you buckle in, he gives your arm a light squeeze. "You made me worry sick over you." He walks over to the drivers side and hops in. As soon as he does, he turns the heat on for you. You're grateful for it. He notices you shivering, too, so he takes off his sweater vest and drapes it over you like a blanket. "Here, kiddo."

"I'm sorry," you mumble. "I jus' wanted to hang out with my friends."

"They aren't your friends. They said so themselves, remember? Those ingrates don't even deserve your time. Do you know how many of them never lifted a finger to defend you when Brock and his group hurt you? Never once bothered trying to talk to you for the month you spent with me?" he snaps.

You visibly recoil.

Something about this conversation reminds you of one you had with them less than an hour ago, but you can't remember what words were exchanged.

"Yeah..." you trail off sadly.

Ellis's expression softens when he sees you upset. "Honey... its okay, though. You have me."

"That's it, though. Just you," you mutter.

He flinches as if he was physically wounded by your words. "...that's not enough?" he asks after a few seconds. "I take care of everything for you. And love you, and hold you, and make your meals..." He shakes his head. "It doesn't matter. You're... you're just drunk. This is why I hate alcohol. It reeks and it causes horrible conversations like these."

Ellis focuses on driving and doesn't speak another word the entire ride back home. But his hands grip the steering wheel harder than usual.

Once the two of you arrive home, Ellis helps you to your bed. He even gets some medicine for you to help your queasy stomach and pounding headache, as well as water to cure the dryness in your mouth.

"Now, get some rest," he sternly instructs you. "Because we are going to have a long discussion tomorrow."

"W-wait..." you slur. "Please don't leave me alone."

The man blinks a couple of times, surprised. "Alright. Alright, sweetie. You want Dad to sleep here tonight?" You nod, mind too hazy to think about his words. He tuts lovingly. "Alright. Move over, then."

You scoot aside as instructed, curling up on one side of the bed. You watch tiredly as Ellis kicks off his shoes and takes his glasses off. Then, he goes to your side of the bed and crawls under the covers with you.

"There." He shifts closer and wraps his arms securely around your midsection. "That better?"

"Mhm. Thank you."

You feel warm, safe, and content being held by Ellis. You close your eyes, feeling fatigue catch up with you. His hand soothingly runs up and down your back, easing you to sleep. It makes your eyelids heavy, luring you into slumber.

You'll definitely be grounded tomorrow, but for now, he savors this sweet moment between what he believes to be father and child.

[jayswhorex]

dick grayson's hands rested on your hips, feeling the thin fabric of the leather mini-skirt you had been dying to try on, "i dunno sweetheart it's pretty short" he says, laying his head on your shoulder. your giggles fill the dressing room as you try and admire the piece of fabric hugging your thighs. here you both stood in the changing of one of your favorite shopping centers in gotham.

you had asked dick if he could shopping with you and the man had no problem taking you out. the two of you were close friends, so this was nothing out of the ordinary other than the fact that the man was glued to him, even with you inside the changing room. he told himself that was just going to help you change, there was no shame in that right? but all those thoughts dispersed once you had answered his question "but it's kinda cute right, i need one for my date tonight?"

and there it was, the brief silence between you two that made it seem like there could be something more. any man with an ounce of shame or maybe some decency would've let go of you by now but instead, he gently began to kiss your neck as if what you just said hadn't fazed him. "date tonight? can't you skip it f'me doll?" he pleaded in a quiet tone, his hand now scrunching up the letter skirt and lifting it "dickie-"

he cuts you off with a firm squeeze of your hips, you could feel his body pressing against yours, his harden crotch pressing up against your thin stockings. you didn't have the will to push him away and to be honest, you didn't want to. "what? you can always reschedule" his kisses found a way to your shoulder "and if he's upset by that, then he knows he wasn't worth it" a small part of you found that to be a bit sweet but another part you remembered that dick knew exactly what to say to get you in bed and he was doing it right now "that's- that's not the point dick"

"when did he ask you out anyway," he asked trying not to lose his compromise, you were his friend there was no reason to lose his composure over this but fuck that he had all the reason to. "like about 2 weeks ago when you had to go back to blüdhaven for work," he thought in his own little way you and him were…something at least. and it wasn't the first time he'd ask for you to skip dates for him and it definitely was the first time he'd touch you like this and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

"so what about me?" dick's rough hands slyly moved to cup your ass, giving you a firm squeeze and without even giving you time to recover and be quickly reacher for your face forcing you to look at him through the mirror "m'not enough now?"

"dickie that's not what i mean"

"no i get it, i leave and you get a bit lonely" he teases, pressing his clothed cock again your thin stockings. a groan slips from his lips, feeling your ass against his cock. the two you had practically forgotten you were in a public changing room but that would back to bite you at a later time. watching from the mirror, you take in the image of dick unbuckling his belt. and his pants & boxers fall to his ankles. he takes his sweet time as he pulls down your stockings, watching you waiting patiently "you missed me, didn't you babe?"

you turned to face away but again he made you look at him, "yes, i missed you dickie" and with those words, dick held and waist and gently pushed into you, his hips rocking slowly, trying to find a rhythm. you held in your moans, but the few that did slip out were not intended. though they did give dick a bit more of an incentive.

you placed your hands on both sides of the mirror trying not to lose your balance as he thrusted in and out of you. one hand focused on making you look at the other the other, thumb stroking your clit. this was the worst part about sleeping with dick grayson. the more you let the bot fuck you, the harder it is to move on each time. "dickie please, a little harder, s'not enough"

"don't forget where we are sweetheart, there only so much i can do with making any noise" you huffed in frustration but you could tell dick himself was struggling not to let any groans but god you were so warm and tight, and even if he didn't make any noise, he was surely going to make a mess of you. he leaned in towards your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses on the neck, he wasn't going to leave any marks not yet at least. those were for later, if you were going to stay with him "if you skip that date tonight-"

"dickie i don't wanna talk about him right now" through the thrusts and slaps of skin that filled the room, dick heard you loud and clear. out of reflex, he lifted your left leg for a deeper angle, a position he knew you feverishly enjoyed. you didn't exactly take pleasure in telling him what you wanted him to do so always took it upon himself to do what he knew you needed. and you knew no other guy would replace him and he knew it too and he wouldn't let you believe that.

and just like that your phone rings, while dick grayson is balls deep inside you, fucking you in a public changing room for crying out loud and you're getting a goddamn phone call and before you have a chance to decline it, dick answers it and you just know you're absolutely fucked. but dick hips don't falter for even a second, he continues to fuck you against the mirror, with not even a hint of remorse laced in his voice.

"ahh no sorry, y/n is a little bit busy right now"

"how about she calls you tomorrow?"

"a date tonight? well i don't think i'll be done with her by then…"

his hand let go of your face and instead gripped your hip tightly, a shameless groan leaves his lips, as his cock slips in and out of your folds at a vigorous pace. your nails dug into your palm as you bit your lip, holding in the moans that threatened to escape. dick had no problem letting your little date on the other end hear him enjoy the hell out of fucking you senseless. a part of you felt embarrassed by the way he was acting but another part of you was feeling too good for you to really care. the both of you were reaching your high, and all took was his next words and you came undone in a second, "gonna fill you right up doll"

you the line cut off and instead of being enraged, you were very much relieved. at least you didn't have to stand up to another guy or dump them due to dick being a "cocky asshole", those were tim's words really but to be fair they weren't exactly wrong. he attention averted back to you once he put your phone down whilst he was still cumming inside you, a mixture of both your fluids seeping down your thighs.

"still need to buy that leather skirt?" he asked with a sadistic smirk spread across his face, he still had you trapped between him and the mirror. "it's not like you're busy tonight, right?"

[bloomness]

⋆˚࿔ static hearts

you always find a way to make your boyfriend, denki, melt underneath your touch.

contains: nsfw content!! minors dni! gn!reader but feminine compliments used, established relationship, handjob, edging

authors note: welll…. happy ovulation week to me!

word count: 940

“come on denks,” you cooed, bringing a hand up to message slow, deliberate circles along his jaw.  

denki let out a hot strangled breath against your neck, reeling in the europhia he was receiving. his head tilted upwards, wisps of his— now ruffled —hair tickling your chin. “but i—“ his voice comes out in a rasp, his breath already stolen from when you started edging him twenty minutes ago.  

“shush...” you hushed gently, continuing at your current pace. each stroke is slow and intentional, perfectly in tune with how your boyfriend’s body reacts to your touch best. “just a little while longer. you hold out for me, right baby?” you ever-so-slightly tighten your grip on him, just enough to capture his attention.

a moan bullies its way out of denki’s chest and you feel him throb in your hand. he keenly nods his head, “mmh.. ye—yeah..” he choked out through clenched teeth. his hand hovers above your arm, reaching to grasp onto you but not yet doing so. “fuck—“ 

suddenly, you realize you can’t see his face clearly in your current position, and that’s definitely a problem. with a swift motion, the hand you have resting on his jaw carefully guides his head upward towards you. 

now, it’s perfect. his jaw is slack in your palm, mouth barley agape to allow short breaths to escape it. his eyelashes flutter as he blinks a couple of times. denki knows better than to ignore you, so he wastes no time meeting your gaze. 

your focus splits between maintaining a steady cadence and caressing his face, hoping that the balance will help him last just a little longer. you could never get tired of the faces, the sounds, your boyfriend makes when he’s like this; completely and utterly devoted to you. and you'll do whatever's necessary to draw out the moment. 

your boyfriend's eyes are glossed over in a state of vulnerability, dilated pupils immediately getting fixated on observing your face. it doesn’t help that he’s very clearly enjoying it. his cheeks completely flushed as a small, almost cocky, smile quirked up from the corner of his mouth. 

“pretty.” he prattles softly, hand finally landing on your arm and holding you like he never wants to let go. “you’re so pretty,” he gawked, biting his lip as he attempted, and failed, to hold back a moan. “ah—‘m the luckiest guy in the world. shit— fuck babe.” his eyes screwed shut momentarily, his head laying heavy on your shoulder. his words stir something dangerous inside of you. 

encouraged, you quicken your pace. the room echoed with evidence of denki’s arousal, squelching sounds bouncing off the walls. his vibration rang into your ears, spending a flush to your cheeks. his cock pulses in your hold, telling you he’ll be reaching his breaking point soon. 

a new sensation seems flicks to life in your boyfriend, (mostly likely sprouting from the view of your blushing face) prompting him to thrust his hips up into your warm palm. “‘m sorry— ‘s too good. your hand—” he babbles. his unoccupied hand reaches out to touch himself— to grant himself more pleasure, but he stops himself before it does. instead, he watches your persistent rhythm, mesmerized. “babe your hand is amazing, god…how much longer—” he’s breathless but of course he can't ever seem to stop talking when it comes to you. “i’ll be good. i’ll be so good, i promise just let me—“ his docile eyes feel intoxicating as he pleads. 

desperate now, you press your fingertips to his jaw and lean in, leading him into an openmouthed kiss.

denki physically shakes when your lips make contact. the kiss is terribly messy, denki’s drool mixing with your spit, your tongues gliding together. but it proves to be worth it when you hear the muffled groan your boyfriend struggles to hide as he kisses you back. you diminish the speed of the kiss, carefully calculating the extent of your boyfriend's pleasure— not wanting him to cum until he was at the absolute peak of his ecstasy. 

you move your hand to direct your strokes higher, grazing over his leaking, pink tip. 

slowly, you slip your tongue out of his mouth and tenderly place a cluster of kisses over his swollen lips. his voice wavers underneath you, “baby. baby, please. god please, i— i can’t.”

“i know baby,” you kiss his cheek, fingers still absentmindedly fondling his face. “come on. be good for me, like you said you’d be.”

denki looks at you again for reassurance and when you nod, he lets go. the muscles in his thighs visibly tighten as his body rumbles. the room seems to hum with an electric charge as his body quivered, his head lolls back on your shoulder as a quiet chain of fuck’s leave his lips, painting your hand white with his seed.

denki’s breathing staggers as you continue to pump him until he’s fully empty, his chest rising and falling hastily.

“fuckkk…” his voice is hoarse, and his eyes are wide as he studies the scene cum stained infront of him. and with no shame at all, he turns over and kisses your neck. “i fucking love you.” he grunts, still attempting to catch his breath. 

you can feel his grin on your neck. you smile too, “i love you too.”

you slowly detach your hand from the stickiness, cringing at the sultry fluid. denki looks up from the crook of your neck and flashes you a dorky grin, “lick it up for me?” he asks, his eyes somehow still lingering with lust. 

you let out a breathy laugh, “… i'll go get the towel.”

[ssahotchnerr]

Have you thought of doing a fic where Aaron and Reader are play fighting and Aaron ends up on top of reader? (Doesn’t have to be smut, but if you wanted…)

-🗣️

pinned down

i have not but now i'm OBSESSED cw; fem!reader, established relationship, small hurt to comfort, playful banter, fluff and some suggestion 💓

"Hi honey."

"Hi," you responded, keeping your face hidden in your drawer as Aaron entered the bedroom. He had stayed at the office late, kept by heaps of paperwork and reports. "Did you manage to get everything done?"

One thing about being in a relationship with a profiler, rarely anything got past him, noticing the smallest of shifts in your behavior. A slight change in the way you blinked, brief hesitation in your voice, even the way you held yourself could be enough for him to sense something was off.

Aaron didn't answer, but rather he came to your side, his hand finding your waist. It rest comfortably, his thumb grazing the exposed skin above your waistline. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you answered flatly, rearranging your socks as a way to keep yourself occupied.

"You sure?" His tone wavered in question, unconvinced.

"Mhm." With a shrug, you shut the drawer.

It just hadn't been your day, to simply put it. It had started off bumpy, waking up on the wrong side of the bed. You got Jack to school a little late, spent much more time at a store doing a return than you would have liked, and then got drenched by an unexpected downpour on your way to your car. To top it off, you came back to find a parking ticket waiting for you, all thanks to the meter running out.

Now, you turned and made your way back to the bed, where the laundry basket was waiting. You grabbed Aaron's clean pajamas, setting those out for his convenience.

However, just as your fingers brushed the fabric of the next shirt, Aaron swiftly intervened. He placed the basket on the floor, far out of reach.

You weren't mad at him; it was more that you were looking for any excuse to let your frustration spill onto something else. You met his eyes, a really? plastered across your face. "Aaron."

His choice of rebuttal - grabbing ahold of your waist and throwing you onto the bed, landing with you in a soft thud.

"Aaron!" His name left you in a whine, soon blending into your laughter.

You attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, but his position on top allowed him the leverage to pin you down tightly. That, and the simple fact that he was much stronger than you.

A mischievous glint filled in his eyes, his lips curved in an amused, sly smile. "Yes?"

"Lemme go!" You squeaked, fighting against his hold which he solidly maintained. All your worries seemed to vanish in an instant; the lingering, heavy weight in the middle of your chest lessening as each laugh left you.

"I don't know about that."

"I can't breathe." Tears rolled out from the corner of your eyes due to laughing so profusely. While partially true, you hoped he'd take the bait.

He let go, and you switched tactics. With all your weight, you shifted yourself, slipping out from under him and overpowering him next. You nudged into his side, causing him to fall.

That left you smirking above, straddling him as you held tightly onto his forearms.

"That's cute, sweetheart." He gazed up at you affectionately.

"Is it?" You taunted as your chest rose up and down, a breathless giggle leaving you.

"Y'know," his head tilted, feigning a light, offended pout. "You never gave me a kiss when I got home."

It was too easy to fall for his trap, the temptation to kiss him overtaking the desire to hold onto any remaining grudges you still held against this morning and your local Virginia-state parking attendant. All of which would've been easier to bear if he had been with you. You suddenly found yourself missing him, despite the fact he was right here.

The second you leaned in to grant his request, he bumped his hips up, causing you to lose your balance and topple off him - over to the side and onto the comforter.

Only a few seconds later, you were caged in again; Aaron was top of you, pinning your hands above your head. You relaxed, your posture succumbing to the mattress below; an open invitation for him to have his way with you.

"Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?" His face was a few centimeters away from yours, your skin warming from the heat of his breath. He adjusted his grasp, using one hand to hold both your wrists.

"No," you answered, gazing up at him with a spark of playful defiance.

You also took a moment to enjoy the view above you. Aaron's dark eyes, the cowlicks hanging over his forehead, his broad chest (in which the buttons of his shirt were clinging to for dear life), his cologne filling your nose. You were surrounded by him entirely.

"Can you be persuaded?" His eyebrows rose teasingly, leaning in to press a few kisses along your jaw. He let his lips linger, before trailing to your neck and doing the same thing there. He craned back to meet your gaze, inquisitively.

"Maybe. Depends on how convincing you can be." You quipped back, with an almost impish smile that hinted at your mood. It was clear that whatever you'd been upset about, long gone now. You'd still share the reasoning, but in due time.

A delightful laugh escaped him, filled with warmth and fondness. "Is that a challenge, sweetheart?"

[ddejavvu]

grumpy beefy mando falling for soft!reader in her “grandma era” - all she wants to do is crochet, bake and frolic around the galaxy with mando and grogu 🫶🏽

"He doesn't like hats."

You glance up at Din from where you're testing a length of crocheted stitches beneath Grogu's chin, ensuring that the hat inspired by the local flora of the forest planet you've found shelter on won't fall off if he gets too rigorous in his play.

Grogu coos beneath the flower hat, but whether it's in agreement or protest you can't tell.

"He likes this one," You decide, when the little green terror before you doesn't fight as you maneuver his ears through their designated slots, "And he doesn't have to wear it if he doesn't want to."

Your fingers slip the little white button through the slot you've left in the band, and the hat is secured around Grogu's chin; the cutest little flower you ever did see.

"Oh, honey," You gush, scooping the child up and tucking him into your arms, "You wanna see your hat? C'mere, let's look."

You crouch in front of the tree stump that Din has settled on, holding Grogu up to the man's beskar chest plate. It's freshly polished, but not completely reflective, so at the right angle, Grogu catches a blurry, slightly distorted version of himself in a very pink hat.

His legs are still too small to kick in excitement, but his arms pick up the slack, flapping about while copious amounts of baby babble streams from his mouth. Evidently he's pleased with your handiwork.

Din stays silent while he offers his armor up for Grogu's viewing pleasure, but the child's hands soon find the soft strap beneath his chin and tug.

"I told you he didn't like hats..." Din murmurs, not to be cruel, but to fill empty space in the air when your shoulders deflate slightly.

"I thought he'd like it if it was softer," You hum sadly, helping Grogu take the button out of its clasp so that he can tug the hat off of his head, "I just figured he didn't like the helmet you gave him because it was uncomfortable."

As soon as you've freed Grogu from the confines of his flowery prison his hands slap against the shiny metal of Din's armor. He takes the child out of your hands but Grogu keeps his hat tightly clutched in his fist, and, with valiant effort, pushes the hat into Din's helmet, insistently cooing something that sounds suspiciously like buir.

Your giddiness returns, and you circle Din like a hawk, "Oh, you want your buir to wear it? Let's see," Amidst Din's protests you balance the too-small cap on his helmet, and he stills if only to save the hat from slipping and dying a muddy death on the ground below.

"It doesn't fit me." He grumbles, body stiff as he keeps it balanced on his head. Grogu seems pleased with his buir's new headpiece, squealing and showing off his newly-emerged teeth in a grin.

"I'll make you a matching one!" You declare, snatching the hat off of his helmet to give him the freedom of movement again, "Grogu, baby, what color should Din's be?"

"Bah!" Grogu decides, and your steps still where you're racing back towards your shelter.

"Uh... how about purple?" You suggest, and another resounding 'Bah.' is all the encouragement you need.

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Embarrassingly painful- (teen!reader x barca femini)

Summary- during training a simple embarrassing moment for r that seems harmless turns out to be more serious than expected but r is too embarrassed to tell anyone however it slowly becomes obvious to some teamates that they're in pain.

It started off as nothing it was a simple mistake in training, a funny one at that. You were practicing 1v1s and lets say your attacking wasnt the best i mean you were a center back you weren't expected to know all the fancy footwork that was for the girls further up field. So that when it was your turn to attack against patri things just didn't go your way, you had managed to get past her slightly and you were on the edge of the goal waiting to shoot however she was blocking your angle to the goal so you tried to spin outwards so you would be past her but as your foot was on the ball instead of pulling your leg backwards you went forward instead causing you to be off balanced and your momentum flung you backwards straight to the astro.

It wasn't necessarily painful when you hit the floor i mean uncomfortable yes, slightly winded also yes but nothing serious that you couldn't get up from. Jona asked if you were okay as you lay on the floor "you good y/n" "yeah yeah im fine one sec" you said sitting up "can you finish the drill and defend" he said looking at you and the stubbornness in you wouldn't let you drop out so you stood back up and got set to defend against vicky.

When the drill finished all the girls came over and thought it was the funniest thing ever and you knew it wasn't going to be forgotten about. Then during a game you had the ball and you heard mapi tease you with "make sure to stay on your feet this time chica" and you just shake your head at her. After atleast a hundred comments and 5 retellings of the event by your friends you could go home, peace at last.

With you only being 18 and from England you were staying with mapi and ingrid, they had asked you to stay and you couldn't really say no they treat you well and while mapi was more like a sister to you ingrid had a few motherly tendancys when it comes to you. So when you got home ingrid had turned on full mother mode as she knew you didn't go to the team doctors or physio to check your back to see if anything was wrong "bebita how is your back" she said scanning you up and down "its fine ingrid it doesn't hurt its just sore I think of where I hit the floor" you replied honestly while the pain had subsided you still felt a twinge in your lower back. "Okay, but if that changed you tell me" she said sternly as she knew you weren't the person to admit when you are in pain "I will ing i just think I'll be sore the next few days then I'll be good" you said. Oh how wrong you were.

For the first week you were right you were just sore the few occasionally movements hurt but there was nothing concerning you expected it. However things drastically changed as week 2 approached you woke up in your bed and as you sat up a sharp shooting pain came from your lower back and not one you can ignore it was fierce and it stopped you in your tracks from moving. But you can't be bound to your bed when you have training and need to be ready for a champions league fixture so you pushed through the pain and used your desk as a support to help you stand while your back muscles felt like they were ripping of you spine. The pain was unbearable you couldn't even bend down to go grab your bag with your boots in.

You gritted your teeth to hide the pain when you were infront of ingrid and mapi and you certainly put on a good act as they didn't suspect anything from you. It was impressive your ability to hide pain through accentuated long breaths and random stretches attempting to either find the source of pain or to relieve some of it. Yet once you started running at training the pain in your back was non existent it was like your body flipped a switch so you thought maybe you had slept funny the night before. However this wasn't the case when you woke up the next morning in the same suitation again and again with nothing changing.

But as the time passed the pain only grew stronger and harder to hide from people especially ingrid and mapi. Surprisingly it was mapi to notice first like when you would hesitate to bend down to grab things or that you looked for something to support you when trying to stand up. She didn't think anything major of it but she thought to mention it to ingrid just incase. Once ingrid had found out she had become a secret medical spy trying to solve what was wrong with you and to give her the credit she was rather sneaky as you didn't notice the extra lingering eye contact or how she would wait for you to stand up and walk with her. But she,like mapi, had started to notice things were off and definitely weren't right with you.

As she sat there trying to plan a way to catch you out as she needed hard proof that you were in pain not something minor that you can easily lie your way out of because you were a good liar for one but also you wouldn't want to admit to be in pain. While she was thinking she just happened to catch you as your bedroom door was slightly ajar and as you stood up with clear signs of pain on your face while muttering curse words under your breath it was pretty obvious that something was wrong. "Y/n what's wrong you clearly seem to be in pain" ingrid said while pushing your door further open as you stand frozen in the middle of the room knowing you've been caught.

"Nothing im fine my back is just still a little sore" you said trying to down play it "i don't think sore means not being able to stand without being in pain" she said almost sarcastically knowing how stubborn you are. "This back issue really still shouldn't be hurting you after this long you need to go get it checked out" she said firmly walking towards you. "Its nothing ingrid im fine i dont need to visit the hospital or anything its okay" you say way to defensively knowing that you should go see a doctor and you know it would help. "You don't have a say in this we're going weather you want to or not because we both know it shouldn't still hurt, for God sake even mapi has noticed you're in pain" she said throwing her hands in the air due to frustration but with that last comment you knew you were going. "Fine we can go" you said groaning maybe out of stubbornness or maybe it was pain but you had given in trying to argue with the Norwegian.

The ride to the hospital was silent it was mapi and ingrid in the front seats while you were in the back. Mapis fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter than normal but not out of anger but more of im disappointed in you but also concern because while she acted like a sibling she loved and cared for you like a mother would. Ingrid on the other had was silent just scrolling through her phone and thats how you knew she was mad at you for not telling her. The doctor had told you that you had a slipped disc and that you would be out of football for atleast a month and you would need regular physio to try and place it back into the correct spot which would stop the pain when standing and bending down.

While it wasn't the greatest news you atleast knew what it was but missing a whole month of the season is a big hit as you were having a really good break through season. When you got back to the apartment the atmosphere had shifted the air was more tense than before "come on y/n sit down" ingrid said sighing and you knew you were in for it. "Why didn't you tell us bebita that you were in pain?" Mapi asked with genuine curiosity in her eyes "do you not trust us?" Ingrid added on. "No i do trust you but I don't.. I dont know i guess I was just embarrassed like to be injured of something that was my own fault I just felt stupid so I didn't mention it and I was fine the first week like genuinely was fine but then it just got worse." You said with pure honesty knowing you wouldn't be judged by the two older women.

"Im glad you told us but you can always tell us if you are in pain we aren't gonna judge you and yes you may think it's embarrassing but its not and you could have made yourself even more injured if I didn't catch you today" ingrid said to you with concern but care laced in her tone. "Im sorry guys but im glad you understand but I promise I won't do it again" you said back to them and in that moment you actually meant what you said and for the first time in your career you understood that being honest with injuries is much better than being stubborn when you have a good support system around you.

A.N- hi guys sorry for the inactivity this is just a quick one I thought of,well not really this genuinely happened to me a few weeks ago..even the way I got injured but yk hope you enjoyed

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～S/O extras for your script! 𐙚

• [001] You both know how to balance between spending time together and when to remain individual, ensuring that your bond feels fresh and not suffocating.

• [002] You always feel wanted; whether through subtle gestures, glances or spontaneous romantic moments, there's no doubt about how your partner feels about you.

• [003] Your partner's compliments are neither generic nor obligatory. Each is so specific and sincere that it makes you feel truly seen and appreciated.

• [004] Your S/O never compares you to anyone else, making you feel like the only person who matters; they're totally focused on you only.

• [005] They never make you feel like you are asking for too much, even if your desires are unusual or require some effort. They meet your needs with enthusiasm and willingness to make you happy.

• [006] Your S/O naturally avoids doing anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or insecure, even unintentionally.

• [007] They seem to have an inexhaustible reserve of patience for your pet peeves, frustrations, or bad days, always responding with love and understanding rather than irritation.

• [008] Even in a room full of people, their eyes always find you first - there is an undeniable attraction that draws them directly to you, wherever you are.

• [009] When something in your relationship doesn't work out, they take the necessary responsibility without deflecting blame, showing maturity rather than spite.

• [010] Your S/O never tries to turn you into someone else. Instead, they fall more in love with you for the things that make you unique.

• [011] They always validate your feelings, and never belittle or despise them, even if sometimes they don't fully understand them.

• [012] They never allow the opinion of others to cloud their view of you, including their friends and family if that were the case.

• [013] No one else could captivate them like you - they're not physically/literally capable of looking at anyone in the same way.

• [014] When they tell you 'I love you', it is not just a statement, but an unbreakable vow. Not only do they love you, but they have a devotion that words can't explain.

• [015] They will never let you go to sleep upset. Even if you have to stay up all night to work things out, they can't rest until things are right between you.

• [016] They don't just want you, they need you, in an almost primal way - as if the thought of being apart for too long physically hurts them.

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