#and no one is going to be able to stop her

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Yandere! Saja Boys x Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

Accept it. Accept it. Accept....it??

Accept their feelings for you?? But you didn't know how. Did they demand you to reciprocate or merely stop resisting their feelings? You didn't even know WHAT feelings they meant, either.

Did they really like you?? Five of them? Five men, no, demons? That was ridiculous. They must not know what temporary attraction is. Thats why they keep driving you crazy and telling you how they'd die and kill for you.

You stumbled now after your side jabbed into a piece of furniture. You were on the run. On the run as in, through their huge ass penthouse, that is.

"Come on, [Y/N]~ The fans want it, so you can't run from ittt~!!" Abby's voice was like the eery hiss of a very beautifully patterned, very poisonous snake in your ear. He was hot on you heels; he didn't even need to try. Infact, you sussed out that you were actually the only one running here. He was about to catch up to you with just his relaxed strides.

You're wondering what's happening right now? A week ago exactly, you'd signed to be their manager. You were allowed back home-- briefly. But then you were thrown into this quick sand-pit of gigs, fan meets, approving merch. Other things that you could have sworn they were able to do themselves.

You spent more time with them that you ever had when they held you captive. You had a feeling they had a part to play in that.

And somewhere along the way, the fans had sussed out a few things. The prime one being how all five of the members looked at you when you weren't looking. That person they all said they already liked?? I wonder who they guessed that out to be.

The members didn't even care. They'd throw their arms around you in public. Fix you with this 'you're making me feel some typa-way' kind of stare while ON CAMERA. Watch you much too intently as your sorted through paperwork during fan meets. Yes, fan meets, as in the one event in which they're supposed to focus full attention on their FANS.

But the worst thing is, you'd expected the fans to do something. To rage. To demand refunds for the lack of attention. And then the Saja Boys would have to fire you and you'd be free. Instead?? You saw comments under the upload of the meet on Youtube.

"Guys GUYS GUYS. The Saja men are hot n all... but hear me out....THEIR MANAGER."

"Omg yea"

"She's clueless man"

"They're S. M. I. T. T. E. N."

"She's adorableee I wanna carry her in my pockettt"

"TAKES CARE OF THEM SO WELL OMG"

Now, there were things online. Fanart. Fanfiction. Direct messages to you, to the members. Asking if you were together. Asking for something you learned as fanservice.

There were shipwars. Now, Jinu had explained this one to you but you still didn't quite get it. Fans... fighting over...who you looked best with?

There were comments that you had to read through in order to delete the hateful ones.

"OH. EM. GEE. [Y/N] and Abby. have y'all SEEN the size difference?? So cute!!!"

"Dumb bitch, [Y/N] X MYSTERY for LIFE have you seen them?? [Y/N] literally has him on an invisible leash!!"

"I don't know, I think I like Jinu and [Y/N]'s love-hate relationship better. Remember when he hugged her and she called him a melonhead?? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ XD,"

"HAHA uncultured swines, y'all ever heard of Baby x [Y/N] x Romance??"

"TRY ME, OT6 FOR THE RUN AHHHHH"

You'd shut down the laptop then. It was too late to delete those either way; the PR manager of their company had already seen.

And decided that they could make some bank off of this. And when a higher-up decides that there's money to be made?? You're delusional if you think you're getting away unscathed.

To top it all off, the Saja Boys were all too happy to encourage this shipping nonsense, too.

So here you were, dashing from the truth. Panting, eyes widened. You kept on looking back. You were going in circles around the huge penthouse complex. Through every single room. By now, you were in a full-on sprint. You looked back. Abby was still right behind you.

And you were so busy looking back, you didn't notice the solid chest that you were about to bash into.

"Don't you know we can teleport? Tsk, tsk, tsk." Jinu tutted with a smile, clawed finger coming under your chin and lifting it so that you looked up at him like an angry albeit guilty child.

Ten minutes later you were pushed into a fancy studio. Tried to slip away, was dragged right back.

The professional photographer hired looks you up and down, chewing his gum obnoxiously loud. He had you figured out in seconds.

"Hmmm, not a normal manager are you? Quite young. Not a bad face. Not bad at all." He paused, regarding your tense shoulders. "Relax yourself hun, you're gonna earn in millions for this."

The first reference pose he showed you already had you rushing for the exit.

"Oh no no no you don't." Jinu smiled, grabbing you by the collar and lifting you right off your feet.

"You're our manager now. Keeping the fans happy is one of your commitments. This is one of your commitments."

So now, you found yourself propped upon Abby's lap. Your feet weren't touching the ground. He'd been grinning like a madman as you struggled to climb into his lap and he'd lifted you up, helping you. Now he was all professional. Arm loosely draped around your waist, leaned back. Staring at the camera with sensuality.

Your arms were twitching around his neck, aching to tear away. under your own biceps, you could feel his own, thrice the size of yours and solid as a rock, flexing.

You only realized now how big he truly was.

While you'd lost weight out of stress, he'd become even more beefy in preparation for the photo shoot.

He could feel you slowly start to tremble. Smiling in pleasure, he leaned in, "Don't worry darling, I won't crush you." He knew you were wary of him in particular due to his physique. Such a caution was...how does he say it... fucking adorable.

"Yeessss...yes yes yess give me all that emotion. The anxiety." Photo dude's eyes swivelled to Abby, "The attraction. [Y/N], don't be shy and lean in a bit closer, will ya babe? It's not everyday you get to sit on the lap of a top idol."

But you didn't want to. The photographer was only doing the top half of your bodies, so it couldn't properly be seen that you were on his fucking lap. Your left leg was subconsciously stretching, trying to reach the ground. How would your boyfriend react to this if he were still alive? Your frown deepened.

While the members leaned into fully assess the photos captured, their eyes sparkling with facination, you hung back, wondering if you could make a break for it now.

The next round was just as if not even more appalling. You were hiccuping, feet tripping and sliding against the floor as you tried to book it to the door. Jinu was smiling happily at the concerned-looking photographer. His large hand held the back of your collar, effectively preventing your escape.

"Sorry, she's very shy."

The photographer tuts, almost pityingly, "Oh, darling darling, we can't have this shyness in the entertainment industry...not if you wanna make the big bucks."

The rest of the member's eyes swivelled and darkened as the man smeared lipstick carefully over your rosebud lips.

While you were still fighting the urge to sprint, he had the audacity to even cheer you on "Don't be shy, get that man!!"

So you walked hesitantly towards Romance, hands shaking in tiny fists. He was leaned back lazily on the red velvet sofa being used. One side of his pretty lips quirked up. Lips that were also painted in that same shade as yours.

He beckoned you with a finger. And when you got barely into arms reach, he reached out and snatched you towards him.

"The whole face, he said, baby." The pinkette man almost snarled into your ear, fine brows furrowed cockily as his small smirk grew into a full on wicked smile.

You winced. Romance didn't hold you still or anything. You had to do it yourself. The handsome pinkette leaned in, cedarwood and rose scent engulfing you. His smirk returns, entertained as he notices your knuckles whitening on the couch fabric, stopping yourself from pulling away.

"We don't got all day." The photographer snarked.

Romance had no qualms of speeding it up. His large hands framed your face. At each peck on your cheek, your nose, your chin and forehead, you winced. You were trying not to struggle. But your legs still squirmed in protest. It was so adorable.

Soon, your face was covered in lipstick prints. Romance's eyes began to glow. He shut it down immediately. His marks. All over your pretty little face Fuck.

Click, click, click.

You tried not to wince at every audible shutter of the camera.

"Oh lord, even I would pay for these. Look at the emotions in his eyes."

When it came your turn, Roman actually had to tighten his hold to stop you from shuffling away, "Keep tryna chicken out, huh? Too bad, you can't because you already signed the contract~" It was rasped in your ear.

You shook off his grip, eyebrows tight in frustration and determination. But it wavered way too easily as one of the boys whistled. Probably Abby. "Come on, sweets!! Just like you did to Jinu that night!!"

The photographer looked at the man with wide eyes then looked back to you. You smiled crookedly, trying to appear innocent. But that wasn't going to get you out of this. Nothing was.

So you shut your eyes, and got to work.

When you opened your eyes, Romance was slumped in your arms. Just like your own, every inch of his face was covered in hot pink lip prints almost matching his hair. Mouth in a blissed-out smile. Face heated. It was like he was on something.

The camera shutter went off, "Excellent," The photographer breathed, eyeing the shots with wonder.

Mystery's reference one had you stumbling. "Is this...really okay to publish to fans??"

"Oh, darling," Photography guy chuckled like he knew something you didn't. But you knew something too; that you didn't fucking want to know what he knew.

So you stood, as they put a fucking collar around Mystery's muscular neck. Put a leash on the collar and tied an intricate knot around your wrist with the end of it.

And while Malak looked thrilled at the idea of being tied to you, you shook your wrist, eyeing the ribbon unaffectionately.

"Woah!" Your finger dug into his back when he delves for your neck. You weren't used to such a sensitive place being touched. Your other hand went to his hair, tightening on his scalp.

"That's it, put those big arms 'round her, champ!! Nuzzle your face in a bit more. Nice and tight now!!"

And oh god, the blue-grey haired boy didn't have to be told twice.

You hadn't thought much about it before. But now they were all pressing into you one after the other and you couldn't help but notice how big they all were. Even Baby, the smallest of them all was much taller than you.

"How much longer?" You couldn't help but mumble now, as you sat leaned back against Baby's chest as per the photographer's instructions. His legs were on either side of you. He'd locked them around you at some point and laughed when you couldn't get free. But he did let go. You still couldn't flee though.

"Trés adorable!! Just like that!! Put your arms around her neck!!" The photographer couldn't even hear you. He was gushing over the sight of you two together. You just didn't understand the appeal.

You actually forced yourself to look at the photos this time. They were aesthetically pleasing to say in the least. Though you didn't like the concept, the photographer had made them into a masterpiece. In some shots Beni looked cocky, smiling at you satisfiedly from the back. In others, he looked at you with this...mix of feelings in his eye.

You looked back at him now and he stared back unwaveringly. His lips didn't turn up into that mean cocky smirk or anything as usual. It was his large eyes that spoke to you instead. Just... pure emotions. Vulnerability. Want. Deprivation. He was spilling himself out to you without even speaking. Without even hesitating.

"Last member, honey. Gee-wizz you must be having the time of your life." Photo guy said jokingly but also seriously you didn't know which it was. You hoped it was joke. You were not having fun.

Especially when Jinu grabbed your shoulders and steered you back to the couch.

You were in shorts. you could feel the taut fabric of his pants as photo dude directed you to put your leg over his. You were told to go closer and you hesitated.

"Come onnnn, you kissed me before without hesitation. You're thinking for this??" This guy had a slap with his name on it lined up if he didn't shut up.

It was the second time photography guy's eyes almost popped out of his skull. You scooted closer to Jinu and quickly said, "Jokes, ahaha. Jinu's really funny off camera." You couldn't help but wince. What a lie. Jinu made you do the opposite of laugh. The amount of times you'd held back tears at the idea of being unable to leave their house, god.

His hand was now on your ankle, caressing. Moving up further. Photo guy was drinking this up. "Juuust like that. Keep looking at her like that."

He wouldn't say much about your emotions. Probably because he could read out clearly how badly you wanted to leave from here. You were sick of being surrounded by these male demons. But no one would understand.

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It was almost as if they knew how badly they'd pushed you the last day. Today, you were allowed home while the editors did their work on the shots and the bodyguards alone escorted the boys to their gig.

And it was almost as if your body knew how fucking mentally drained you were. The next minute you got home, you were out cold in your own sweet, sweet bed.

Now, 2pm the next day and you were still dead to the world. Your small form submerged in the sheets. Not silken soft ones from the penthouse, but your own. Mediocre cotton with coffee stains. You were in heaven; a dreamless sleep like no other.

You weren't on alert. You were safe in your own home. Your own personal space.

You loved your personal space. But guess what? The Saja Boys love your personal space too.

While you were passed out still, your front door opened. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. She doesn't even have an extra lock on the door." The low voice of Jinu buzzed in the background.

Baby Saja was the first to find your curled up form, barely taking up half your bed. And yet so comfortably asleep.

"Damn, she's exhausted."

"We worked her to the bone so that she'd stay," Abby shrugged, huge form leaning upon the door frame with his arms crossed.

Romance narrowed his eyes. Was he jealous of your bed? Maybe. His hand closed around one of the bed posts. He shook it hard. The entire bed shook. Self satisfied he stood up straight. "This beds rickety. Unsafe for her."

They were talking so carelessly loud. Mystery wasn't talking but was creating his own racket as he crawled onto the bed beside you. Feeling the sheets, grimacing in dissaproval when he sees they're not soft and luxurious like theirs. But you weren't stirring.

You were on your stomach, small arms closed around your head pillow as you mushed it up close to your face. It wasn't difficult for the boys to admire you like this.

Leaning in, pecking your face, stroking your hair. Running their hands down the dips and curves of your body through the duvet. Enamoured, they were. Good for you, you didn't wake up and notice.

"Wakey wakey baby~ We got pizza. It's your favourite; BBQ chicken." Jinu smiled, running his hand through your hair. Never had they seen you in such a state of peace and calm and vulnerability. Even when you slept over at theirs, you forever looked high on alert. Eyebrows knitted together, mumbling as if you were attempting to repell these demons even in your sleep.

You stirred, and turned over, still dozing. They watched, calmly. Until Abby, the more thoughtless and callous of them all, scooped up your small form into his arms. He liked having you against his muscles like this. It was a fixation for him at the moment; how pliant and clueless and soft you were between his arms.

It was a small of a thing as an all-too-familiar ghost of breath against your neck that had you jolting awake. You opened your mouth for a curse but your throat was all closed up from sleep.

You scrambled away and sat up, rubbing your eyes. You chose to ignore the way you were woken up, "How do you know my favourite-??"

They exchanged looks. They may or may not have looked under your car seats for takeaway bills and learnt the contents off by heart.

They wanted to tell you, but they shrugged instead. "All humans like pizza. And these just seemed to be popular toppings."

You walked straight past them to the bathroom, yawning as you did so. They sighed in relief. Thank god you were too tired to give them second thoughts. At the same time they wanted your thoughts though. Seconds, thirds, all of them.

You were an angelic little thing. All flushed cheeks and droopy eyes. Voice husky. Unable to even comprehend what they were saying properly because you were too disoriented. It was the first time they got to see what you were really like after an actual deep sleep. You were fucking ethereal.

In a loose knit sweater and the smallest fucking sleep shorts, you were walking sin and had no idea about it.

Mystery smiled, ringed fingers stroking against the coarse fabric of your pillow. It was an immense joy that filled him as he watched you obliviously walk into the bathroom. He was about to make good on your promise to him.

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you must've been looking for me

alexia putellas x reader r is struggling in the aftermath of an injury that has sidelined her for a couple months. alexia begins to realize that r is struggling in a different way than she initially thought. yet r is not quite ready or willing to admit or accept that she isn't okay. tw for discussions of an eating disorder.

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Alexia wasn’t sure when it started. She wasn’t sure how she missed it, either. All she knew was that one day she looked at you, and noticed for the first time that something was wrong. There were all the physical signs, sure. But what got her the most was the look in your eyes, like you were exhausted every second of every day. 

Then, she started noticing more. The clear apprehension on your face at meals. The click of the lock on the bathroom door when you went to shower. The way you shied away from her hands whenever they drifted too close to your stomach or thighs. Eating less. Disappearing to the bathroom after dinner. 

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. She’d written so much off as you just having a hard time adjusting to being out injured. Alexia hated herself, just a little bit, for not catching it sooner. She should have been paying more attention, should have been focused on you and your tendency to overthink rather than your ankle and when you’d be well enough to get back on the pitch. 

Now, your ankle was the least of her worries. Yet she knew she had to approach this carefully. You weren’t one to jump at the chance to talk about your feelings. You never had been. Alexia had always felt that there was a layer to you that you never let anyone see. Not even her. She was okay with that, understood that. Emotions weren’t the easiest thing for her, either. It appeared that the things you kept locked away inside were hurting you a lot more than Alexia had ever considered. And she wasn’t entirely sure how she was supposed to talk to you about something she was sure you didn’t want to discuss. 

—

You, meanwhile, thought you were being subtle. Perhaps because it had taken Alexia weeks to notice, you felt pretty confident that no one could tell that anything was wrong. As far as you were concerned, nothing was wrong. This was just… something that happened sometimes. A phase. A phase of having a difficult time and hating what you saw looking back at you in the mirror. 

You’d… fix it, and then go back to normal. Your ankle would heal, you’d be able to go back to working out like you usually did, go back to looking how you were used to looking. You refused to think about how cliche you sounded, even in your own head. Everyone said they had control, that they’d stop once they got to where they wanted to be. 

But you were sick, and the sick part of you refused to see what the logical part of your brain clearly recognized. This wasn’t okay. This wasn’t under control. 

Unfortunately, logical you wasn’t winning out at the moment. The other part was in charge, pulling you deeper and deeper into a dark pit that had no mechanism to use to climb out. You fell blindly into that pit, like you were helpless to fight back. All you had to do was open your eyes and realize that what you were doing wasn’t going to make you better. Yet you stubbornly kept your eyes squeezed shut, because if you pretended not to know what you were doing, you could keep doing it. 

Your plan didn’t account for your girlfriend. Your earnest, sweet, protective girlfriend, who was sitting next to you on the sofa, thoughts racing with different things she could say. In the end, she didn’t go with any of the speeches she’d practiced in her head in the shower, or at night while you slept next to her. She didn’t use any of the advice she’d read online. 

Really, Alexia just panicked. Because you were sitting next to her, your hand loosely gripping hers, watching the same film she was watching, but you felt so far away. Your thoughts were elsewhere, she could tell. And all of a sudden, like a high speed crash, Alexia was hit with a wave of anxiety. You were slipping away right in front of her. You were hurting, and you were right there next to her and she didn’t know how to reach you. Didn’t know how to fix it, how to take the pain away. All she knew was that she couldn’t lose you, couldn’t watch you hurt any longer without saying something. 

You’d been lost in your thoughts, considering whether it would be easier to skip breakfast or lunch the next day, when Alexia’s voice broke the calm tranquility of the evening. 

“Can we talk?” Alexia said suddenly. You jolted slightly, turning your head to find her already looking at you. Already gazing at you with something unreadable in her eyes. Your surprise quickly morphed into concern, and you reached for the remote, pausing the TV. 

“Yeah, of course. Is everything okay?” You wondered, turning your body to give your girlfriend your full attention. 

Alexia hesitated for a moment. It was clear to her that you were blissfully unaware of what she was about to bring up. You were looking at her with your brows furrowed, like something was wrong with her, like she was the one who needed to be worried about. 

The brunette took a deep breath, before smiling sadly at you and reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I do not think you are going to want to discuss what I want to talk about. But please, amor, just let me say what I need to say. Okay?” 

You blinked, a wave of fear washing over you. Was Alexia about to break up with you? Right then, right there? Was the best thing you’d ever known about to be over?

“Okay.” You said quietly, voice trembling. “Is it about… us?” 

“No, bebé. It’s not about us.” You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and Alexia looked apprehensive,, raking a hand back through her loose hair. “It’s about you, mi amor. I’m worried about you.” 

You felt your stomach drop. Heat rushed to your face. That feeling that the world might be ending settled in your chest. Your mouth went dry, your hands began to shake. “I’m… I’m fine, Ale.” 

Alexia pursed her lips, before slowly shaking her head. “No, bebé. I do not think you are.” 

Your girlfriend didn’t say it like there was any question to the matter; she spoke as though the issue was settled. Like there was no argument to be had about whether or not you were okay. Her firmness made you pause, long enough for Alexia to begin speaking again.

“Something has been off for a few weeks, but I just thought you were having a hard time with being injured. I have been paying more attention, though, and I know what I am seeing, now, bebé. I know what is going on, and I do not want you to pretend that it is nothing.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said stubbornly, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists in your lap. Your whole body was taught with tension, and Alexia’s eyes flitted over you, like she wanted to pull you in but knew you wouldn’t let her right then. 

Something wasn’t making sense to you. Everything your girlfriend was saying, the way she was speaking, it all made it seem like she knew. But if she knew… there was no way she’d be looking at you with the amount of love you saw on her face. There was no way she’d look this worried and not… disgusted. Not upset. 

As if reading your mind, Alexia spoke again. 

“You do, mi amor. And I am telling you that you do not have to be ashamed or embarrassed or feel guilty or anything. I just want you to talk to me, okay?” 

Something about the soft tone of her voice shook you to your core, and suddenly it was a fight to blink away the tears pooling in your eyes. She always did this, always knew exactly what to say to get you to admit that something was wrong. She’d done it when you’d broken your ankle, and she’d somehow known you needed to cry about it. When you’d made that mistake against Seville and she hadn’t let you walk away from her without letting her hug you. 

You shook your head rapidly, digging your nails into your palm. “I can’t.” 

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and they felt like an admission of guilt. Alexia wasn’t phased, though, her hazel eyes gazing at you so warmly you wanted to sob. 

“Okay. Then let me tell you what I have noticed, sí?” You didn’t reply, but Alexia kept going anyway. “You are eating less. And when you do not eat less, you disappear afterwards, and come back looking like you just cried. You flinch away when I touch you sometimes, and you change in the bathroom with the door shut. You’re quieter, and sadder, and I can see that you are hurting.”

Alexia paused, letting the silence fill the room as she studied you. Your eyes were fixed on a spot on the sofa underneath you, but Alexia could see the glimmer of tears waiting to break free. 

“Mi amor, I think you are having a hard time eating.” Your eyes squeezed shut, and Alexia’s heart squeezed in her chest. “I want to help you, bebé, but you have to tell me how. You have to let me.” 

It was quiet for a moment, Alexia watching your facial expression to gain any understanding of where your head was at, what you were about to say. She was fully prepared for more resistance, more pushback. She was half surprised you hadn’t shouted at her yet, actually. 

But just as she was getting ready to say something else, to try to coax you into talking to her with more soft words and gentle reassurances, you opened your mouth. It was barely more than a whisper, but the silence that filled the room meant Alexia heard you easily. 

“I didn’t want you to know.” 

The pain in your voice took Alexia’s breath away, just for a moment. “Why, cariño?” 

You scoffed, finally raising your head to look her in the eye. “Why? Because it’s humiliating, Alexia. It’s disgusting and it’s shameful and it’s stupid and I should know better. I’m an adult, not a teenager, and this is just so ridiculous, and now you’re worrying about it and I’m messing everything up.” 

Your girlfriend shook her head gently, reaching out to cradle your cheek, swiping her thumb under your eye to catch a falling tear. 

“No, it is none of those things. Not disgusting, not shameful, not stupid. Eating disorders are not something only teenagers deal with, amor, you know that.” 

Your breath caught at the mere title of what you already knew was going on with you. It shouldn’t have been so jarring to hear it outloud, but something about hearing it made it more real, more serious. More terrifying. 

Alexia continued, her voice soft and coaxing.“This happens to so many athletes. Did you really think I would judge you or see you differently because of this?” 

You shrugged, sniffling. “Logically, no. But I just… my brain isn’t being very logical right now. And…” 

You let the sentence drift off, thinking twice about what you were going to say. Your girlfriend had caught the way your eyes seemed to fill with tears again, and she leaned in to press a kiss to your temple. 

“And what, bebé? Tell me.” 

You inhaled deeply, bracing yourself as if for impact, when really you were saying a simple sentence. Still, the sentence felt like another admission of guilt, another failure you’d be admitting to. It felt like a testament to how sick you knew you were, but you weren’t quite ready to accept that yet. 

“And I knew you’d make me stop.” You whispered. 

Alexia’s expression softened even further, if that was possible, and this time she didn’t hold herself back from tugging you into her arms. With your face pressed into her chest, there was nothing left in you that was willing to pretend that you were okay. Soft sobs filled the quiet of the apartment, but you weren’t too far gone to not feel shame. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m such a mess right now, you don’t need to deal with this.” You pulled away, drying the tears off your face with the hem of your shirt. When you looked back at your girlfriend she was frowning, almost sternly, like you were about to get a lecture.

“Do not talk about yourself like that, please. You are not, and never have been, something I deal with. You are someone I love, you could never be a burden to me.” 

Sometimes, more often than you liked to admit, Alexia would say things to you that felt too good to be true. Like you were living someone else’s life, a life you didn’t deserve. This was one of those things that felt like it was too sweet, too good to be said to you. 

All you could do in response was grab Alexia’s hand and squeeze it with a weak smile on your face. Somehow, Alexia didn’t seem to find this very convincing. 

“I mean it, mi amor. I am here for you, however you need me to be. If you need me to talk to Pere and the physios with you, I will. If you want me to come with you to therapy, I will. If you need me to–”

What little peace you’d found in Alexia’s comfort evaporated almost immediately. You leaned away from her, your expression suddenly defensive and unmistakably scared. 

“Talking to the physios? To Pere? Therapy? Alexia, none of that is necessary.” 

Alexia’s mouth opened and shut a few times, as she looked at you, completely stunned. “You- not necessary? Amor, this is serious.” 

But it couldn’t be. You couldn’t let it be serious. Couldn’t be the person everyone worried about, couldn’t be the girl who wasn’t okay. It was one thing to admit you had a bit of a problem. It was entirely another to admit that it was a problem you’d completely lost control of. 

You didn’t think about how you couldn’t make it through any meal without thinking of all the calories within. 

You didn’t think about hearing that voice, the one that lived inside your head that told you that you were horrible and bad and ugly and unlovable. 

You didn’t think about how even on days where you did eat, and didn’t make yourself sick afterwards, the thoughts that ran through your head were enough to make you question if you really even wanted to be here at all anymore. 

You didn’t think about how you couldn’t understand why anyone stayed, why anyone spent any time with you. Because it was more than just an eating problem; there was something wrong inside your head that made you hate yourself, and this was just another manifestation of that broken part of you. 

“It’s not serious. It’s completely under control.” 

Alexia blinked at you, completely disbelieving. It didn’t make any sense to her; you’d admitted something was going on, but taking it a step further and admitting you needed help wasn’t something you’d allow. How could you see there was a problem and not see that it couldn’t be fixed by you all on your own? It didn’t make any sense to her. 

“It’s not, bebé. It is not under control. You need help.” Alexia worked to keep her voice soft, gentle. You still reacted like she’d shouted at you.

Rising from the sofa, you put as much distance between you and your girlfriend as you could. All you felt was fear, and sadness. Neither of those emotions were safe emotions, though. Neither of those were emotions you could hide behind, so you did the only thing you could think of. You got angry. 

“Alexia, I don’t need help. Not your help, not anyone else’s help. You don’t get to tell me what I need.” It wasn’t so much your words but the vitriol you spoke with that had your girlfriend realizing this conversation was over for the evening. 

“You are upset. We can talk more tomorrow when we are more calm.” Alexia said slowly, looking like she wanted to reach out and grab your hand, but resisted. You were rendered speechless that she hadn’t shouted back at you. It was shocking that she hadn’t tried harder. 

Shocking, and something else. Disappointing, just slightly. Like maybe she was giving up on you. 

Alexia walked away into the bedroom, and you didn’t know whether to follow or not. You didn’t know how to face her after all of this, you didn’t know how to ask for what you needed. 

All you could do was stare at the space she’d been standing, and wonder when everything had gotten so messy.

—

You slept on the couch that night, though you didn’t really want to. It felt like you were being torn in two, with part of you craving the comfort Alexia had provided, the relief of knowing that she finally knew and you didn’t have to keep so much hidden from her. The other part of you couldn’t admit she was right, that you did need help. You weren’t sure if it was pride that stopped you, or fear of what anyone finding out would mean. More than anything, you didn’t want anyone to see you differently. Not the team, not the staff. Not anyone. You didn’t want to be unwell, you didn’t want to be worried about. The latter part of you must have been stronger, because instead of crawling into bed next to Alexia and letting her wrap you up in her arms, you were on the couch under a soft throw blanket that didn’t feel anywhere close to as soft as Alexia. 

The next morning came without either of you getting much sleep, yet you woke up with an alarming amount of clarity. Maybe Alexia had been whispering in your ear while you slept, or maybe your brain just needed to relax before it really thought critically about what was going on. Either way, you felt a little embarrassed for how you reacted the night before. You didn’t want to need help, but you also weren’t completely blind to the fact that you needed it. The suggestion, though, of telling people, of asking for help, was so terrifying it had you spiralling and downright refusing before you’d even really thought much about it. 

But in the light of day, you realized maybe Alexia had a point. There was a before all this, a time when you didn’t think about the way you looked or obsessed over the things you ate. There was a time before everything felt this heavy, even if you hadn’t realized how heavy things had gotten until just now. And you’d thought, for a while, that a time after would come when you’d been successful, when you’d gotten to where you wanted to be. You also knew how wrong that thinking was, knew enough about eating disorders to know there was no point you’d be satisfied if you kept going like this. 

There could still be an after, just maybe a more healthy one. 

How to explain this mess of thoughts to your girlfriend, you weren’t sure. 

You were hesitantly standing in the doorway of the bedroom, needing to get dressed to go to training, though training was still just rehab for you, but unsure if Alexia wanted you in the room. 

She’d been upset last night, that was for sure. And, to an extent, you understood why. You just weren’t sure how long this… whatever she was feeling, anger or not, would last. You didn’t know if she was going to look at you with that fearful and disappointed look in her eyes again, the look you saw last night and would be perfectly content never seeing again as long as you lived. 

Yet Alexia came out of the bathroom, pulling a t-shirt over her head, and her lips tilted into a small smile at the sight of you. Without any hesitation on her part, your girlfriend crossed the room in a few steps and pulled you into a hug. You hugged her back, though you were confused. 

Alexia murmured a quiet good morning into your hair, seemingly content to just… stand there and hold you for a minute. 

“Hi.” You whispered back. “Are you not… not mad at me?” 

Alexia pulled away finally, her forehead creased in confusion. “Mad? Why would I be mad?” 

“I… last night you were mad because I said I didn’t need any help. You were upset with me, that’s why I slept on the sofa.” 

“No, mi amor, no.” Alexia said rather frantically, gently grabbing your face in her hands. “I was not mad. I was upset, yes, but not mad at you. You were so worked up and upset, I thought you wanted space, that is why I did not say anything when you didn’t come to bed.” 

“Oh.” You mumbled, eyes casted downwards in an effort to avoid eye contact with your girlfriend. “I misunderstood.” 

You felt Alexia’s lips press against your temple before you were back in her arms, squeezed tight to her chest. 

“I am sorry, bebé. I was not angry with you. This is not… this is not something I get to be angry with you about, understand? This is so difficult, and you need to do this on your own time and your own terms. I cannot, and will not, force you to do something you are not ready to do. Recovery… it has to be a choice, mi amor. It has to be your choice.” 

Somehow, all of that made you feel worse. You’d half been hoping she’d still be mad, you realized, just so you could be mad back at her. Just so you could go back to ignoring the fact that she was right last night. You did need help. But she was being soft and understanding and patient, and that didn’t leave you much room to deny what you knew to be true. 

Alexia was right. Getting better had to be something you wanted. And while you were sure you were at wanting yet, you knew that you needed to get better. 

You must have been quiet for longer than you thought, because Alexia was tilting your chin up and saying your name for what sounded like not the first time. 

“Tell me what is going on in your head. Please.” 

You inhaled deeply, suddenly feeling like you didn’t have the words to explain anything that was going on in your head. “I just… I don’t know. I think you were right last night, but I don’t want to think that. I don’t want to need help, Ale, I really don’t. I don’t know what to do. I’m- I’m scared.” 

Those words may have never left your mouth before, save for when you were forced into watching horror movies. Yet they spilled right out of your mouth so easily, Alexia’s magic power of somehow making you be vulnerable working too well. 

The relief that flashed across your girlfriend’s face was not something you could possibly miss. You hadn’t even fully agreed with her yet, but clearly the fact that you weren’t still stuck in denial was enough for Alexia, and that made it feel like enough for you, too. 

“You do not have to know what to do. You do not have to fix this yourself. We can figure it out together, amor. Take today to think about what you want to do. Nothing has to be decided right now. Think about therapy, consider it. But try to breathe for now, hm? Everything is going to be okay. I promise.” 

Alexia leaned in, then, gently pressing her lips to yours. She kissed you with emotion and love and so much softness, you felt tears sting your eyes. You weren’t sure why, exactly, but you believed her that everything would be okay. It was the way she said it, confident and sure, that settled something within you. That took some of the unease and just made it go away. 

—

Of course, today of all days was when the medical staff decided you were ready to run again. You’d thought it was still a few days off, maybe a week, but they were happy with the progress you were making. Esther, the lead physio in charge of your recovery, told you the news excitedly, and initially, you felt the same way.

Though it was just meant to be a light jog on the treadmill, you thought it might make you feel better, might calm the racing thoughts that had been plaguing you since the night before, but which had grown even worse since Alexia had left you to train with the team. You could tell she was nervous by the way she bit at her bottom lip and squeezed your hand almost too tight in the hall outside the gym. 

“Have someone come get me if you need me, okay? Promise?” She’d said. 

You’d promised, though you hadn’t thought you’d need her. You’d have been wrong though. 

Because here you were, barely a half hour later, and it felt like everything was crashing down around you for the second time in less than 24 hours. 

You hadn’t done any intense exercise since your injury. Hadn’t run since then. Incidentally, that meant you hadn’t done any intense exercise or running since… it had started. And within just a few minutes of your run, your head began to spin. Black spots dotted your eyes, and your breath came short. 

You’d have liked to think that it was just a lack of water, or maybe the stress of the night before combined with such an overwhelming step forward in your recovery. Instead, as you pulled the emergency stop pin and stumbled off the treadmill, all you could think was that you’d really messed up. 

You could feel the weakness in your body, the lack of strength that had nothing to do with your time off recovering from your injury. 

What you’d probably known already became suddenly very apparent and undeniable. You were weak because you hadn’t been eating. Hadn’t been fueling yourself correctly. Not enough to get through the day, certainly not enough to get through a workout. The consequences of your actions were staring you right in the face, and even though you should have seen them coming, they were a complete shock. 

What you’d tried to tell yourself was a quest to be better, be healthier, was something else entirely. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t about that. It was about what you looked like and how you felt in your body. 

If you kept going like this, your career would be in trouble. The realization felt like a slap to the face, a punch to the stomach. 

You sat down heavily on a weight bench, dropping your head into your hands. You were lost in your head, entirely and completely enveloped in the enormity of what you’d been doing to yourself, and what it meant for you. 

A hand rested on your back, and a voice met your ears. 

“Hey, talk to me. What’s going on? Is it your ankle?” Esther asked, scanning your body for any sign of what was wrong. You’d been fine one minute, jogging happily on the treadmill, a small smile on your face. The next, you’d gone pale, all the color draining from your face before you practically fell off the treadmill. 

“N-no.” You managed. “Dizzy.” 

You didn’t have to look at Esther’s face to know she was confused. Before she could speak, though, a second voice piped up. 

“Esther, can you go get Alexia?” Kika said quietly, crouching down on your other side. Her face was scrunched with concern, and she grabbed your hand, squeezing gently. 

Esther was off without another word, and your stomach twisted at the thought of Alexia seeing you like this, of Alexia knowing that things were this bad. It seemed, too, that Alexia wasn’t the only one that knew something was going on. 

Even though your head was still spinning, you forced your eyes back open and looked down at Kika.

“What did she tell you?” 

Kika gave you a sad smile. “Nothing, really. Just asked me to get her if you didn’t seem okay.” 

Your heart simultaneously clenched and melted. Of course Alexia would ask the only other player in the gym for recovery with you to keep an eye on you. And of course, she didn’t tell anyone anything specific, just as she promised she wouldn’t. 

“Just breathe slow, okay? I’ll get you some water once Ale gets here.” 

You nodded, just barely, and focused on your breathing. Eyes fixed on your navy training shorts, you inhaled and exhaled, trying to match the rhythm that Kika was rubbing her thumb back and forth over your knuckles. 

You didn’t even have time to glance up when the door opened again before Alexia was darting across the gym and falling to her knees in front of you. She was breathless, frantic, and you felt a pang of guilt for worrying her like this. 

Alexia’s hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your face in her direction. She was sweaty, eyes wide with alarm and frantically scanning your whole body for a sign of what might be hurting you. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” 

Your eyes flickered to Kika, though the movement made you dizzier. You gripped Alexia’s forearms, trying to hold yourself steady, unsure how to answer Alexia’s question without lying and without letting Kika know what was going on. You didn’t think you could take the shame of another person knowing just yet. 

Luckily, Kika got the hint, mumbling something about water and an energy gel and heading out the door. 

Alexia didn’t look away from you the whole time, her eyes fixated on you, burning with worry. She looked to be seconds away from taking you by the shoulders and shaking you, begging for you to tell her what is wrong. 

“I-I’m not okay.” You whispered, hoping that Alexia knew you well enough to understand what you somehow couldn’t force yourself to say out loud. 

Her expression softened, one hand moving to cradle your cheek. 

“I know, amor. Tell me what does not feel right.” 

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to steady the wobble of your bottom lip. It was no use, and soon tears were sliding down your cheeks, warm and silent. 

“Dizzy. Really dizzy. I almost passed out.” 

You couldn’t look your girlfriend in the eye, but you could feel the realization hit her, the way her breath caught and her hand tightened its hold on yours. 

“Because of…?”

You nodded, eyes still shut. “I’m not okay.” Repeating this sentence felt like the only thing you could do to ask for help. Because actually asking would have made you the weakest person on earth. 

“Okay. Okay, bebé.” Alexia murmured, tapping your cheek lightly until you opened your eyes again. “You need help, mi amor. We need to get you help.” 

This time, you didn’t jump away from her or act like she was crazy. You didn’t shout. You just exhaled a short breath, and nodded slightly. 

It made you feel sick, agreeing with her. Because asking for help, trying to help yourself was somehow harder than hurting yourself. That was easy, you realized. Hating yourself and believing you didn’t deserve anything good came so naturally to you.

The mere acknowledgement that you needed help was the hardest thing you think you’d ever done. Yet you knew that whatever came next would be even harder. 

—

i metaphorically just gave you a piece of my soul. please enjoy.

[codnasties]

I am obsessed with the way your brain works. can you imagine könig finally fucking a real pussy for the first time and she’s so tight and wet and hot he cums almost immediately but he didn’t get soft. just so horny and finally he’s got a perfect place to vent all that energy, even five orgasms in he’s begging her to keep going, his balls are still so full, just ride him a little harder, squeeze down on it just like that he just needs it one more time, just one more he promises (he’s lying)

konig fucking pussy for the first time �� (🌽 link)

my baby boy konig is not the most experienced man. things about being anxious, socially akward, and a tad too intimidating. the combination of all of those has led him to where he is right now in life.

like konig is no virgin, but all of the intercourse he's had has been with no strings atached, so he didn't worry too much about the consecuences of his want and need to release pent up tension in a manner that can be cosidered too harsh and rough.

but with you, it's different. the last thing he wants is to hurt you. so when he fucks your pussy for the first time he realises that he's way too big for his own good. his sexual experiences and mostly being used to fleshlights, make it that way. so he's slightly surprised that all you can't take him.

again, he's being very slow and patient with it, but not even his bulbous tip? but trust me,it's more than enough for him, because he has to stop for a second before he blows his load pathetically at the feeling of your walls tightening around just that little bit of him that he was able to fit inside.

there is no prep in this world that could get you ready for that cock

[stonedtaemin]

⭑.ᐟ

caleb follows her everywhere she goes. he’s like her own personal shadow, golden retriever even. he’s attached to the hip, especially on his off weekends where he doesn’t have to be hotshot colonel.

even when she has to go to the bathroom he’s leaning on the counter next to her. nothing is off limits in his head. he’s fucking obsessed.

next thing she knows, caleb’s on his hands and knees in front of her as she sits on the toilet, licking at her folds in a complete panting mess. he’s been horny all fucking day and he can’t wait any longer.

“caleb— ngh! gonna piss if you— fuck!” she whines, hips circling as his tongue flicks against her clit obscenely. he’s licking thick stripes onto her in between kitten licks, humming as he keeps it up. he doesn’t even care, his eyebrows furrow together in desire as he eats her deeper and deeper. her fingers pull harshly at the strands of his hair, hips stuttering. he groans against her, vibrating her deliciously.

“yeah? you like that? like it when i eat you on the toilet, pips? tell me you fucking like it.” it’s like he’s possessed.

“i’m serious! i’m gonna p-pee in your mouth —‘leb! shit, baby! mhmm…”

he shakes his head violently with his tongue sliding side to side in the most sinful way. he’s fucking going crazy.

“do it little slut. let me drink you.” he growls against her, words slamming into her core. she can’t even believe what she’s hearing right now.

insanity.

but she couldn’t of held it any longer, feeling the warm liquid rush out of her, spilling into the toilet and all over his greedy mouth. his tongue sticks out as it sprays harshly against him, a loud moan rumbling from him. his fingers go to rub at her clit while he tastes her, piss getting everywhere as he violently rubs.

“oh, fuck! jesus, caleb! yes, yes, yes!” she cries out, back arching as she feels herself cum at the same time she goes to the bathroom onto his mouth.

“mhmm baby. just like that, keep letting go. tastes so fucking filthy, fucking love that shit. making me— fuuuck— so hard. my dirty little bitch.” his moans are so incredibly loud, his hips thrusting into nothingness. caleb is losing his mind at just how hot this is.

the stream begins to die but her orgasm is still going strong, her hips circling violently and pushing herself to the edge if the toilet seat, smashing her cunt into his face and piss dripping onto the floor from his chin. he ate her with a ferocity she had never seen from him before. her cheeks rise with heat as reality hits her: she had just peed. on caleb.

“caleb, you’re fucking— oh— so insane!” she whines, still riding his tongue as her climax finishes. he kisses against her folds a final few times before pulling off with a lewd muah.

his fingers stop rubbing her and slam inside of her, scissoring and curling, beckoning her for another round. she screams out, her moans piercing his ears like a wailing siren.

“yeah, just wanna be your fucking toilet like a good boy. wanna taste you so much that i won’t be able to forget. wanna be so close to you, baby.” he whines, completely lost in his arousal. his cock aches so badly in his pants, cum leaking through.

he’s going to kill her with that mouth of his one day.

[bebethsas]

acedemicblorbo: #vikjayce

not only are you right, but they either have matching lockets, or take turns wearing it.

Jayvik:

Caitlyn: Jayce, is that a heart hanging from your neck?

Jayce: yes it is.

Caitlyn: ...alright then.

Jayce:

Caitlyn: ...so which portrait of Viktor is in it?

Jayce: the one where he's napping in the lab but you can't tell him

Vi: Viktor, what's on your neck, is that some kinda weird piltie thing? (she says, as if Caitlyn hasn't gifted her at least THREE already)

Viktor: no, but I think you have something on your neck that you definitelygot in Piltover.

Vi: HEY, hickeys are fucking NORMAL, thank you!

Viktor: While I appreciate the explanation, I was referring to the jacket you're currently wearing.

Vi: oh, shut up, you were NOT! (cue Vi sputtering out a flustered rant about how her love life is her business, thank you, and doesn't he have another hextech-powered machine to build or something?? while Viktor smirks quietly.)

(it isn't until a bit later that Vi realizes that he never answered her question.)

whereas vikjayce...

I can sum it up in one description: they keep grabbing the others' locket chain, and each keep trying to erotically choke out the other with it.

jayvik vs vikjayce:

sorta the same ship but not really, hence the differing descriptions XD

vikjayce: screaming and trying to kill each other *while* fucking

they are those toxic exes who *cannot stay away from each other*, but cannot *stay together* either (basically: Ron and Tammy (2) from Parks & Rec). And if you're unfortunate enough to be in the same room before they start to go head-to-head, flee NOW.

"I'm going to FUCKING KILL YOU" energy crossed with "I'm only allowed to die by your hand, because I hate you, and I want your face to be the last thing I see, and your touch to be the last thing I feel."

The kind of dynamic that almost always ends in a (toxic) weirdly romantic double-homicide, with them dying in each other’s' arms...while also literally stabbing the other in the back.

They sleep-in The Morning After, snooze, share the morning Sunday paper and a cup of coffee, and make polite smalltalk/chit-chat catching up on each other's lives.

...Then on Monday one tries to disintegrate the other with a laser.

Jayvik: "I'd say I hate you but that's a lie because I never could." (alternatively:) "I'd hate you if I didn't love you so much."

"I would die for you." "Okay!" *dies in each other's arms*/ "I would die for you." "Okay!" ~5 minutes later~ "wait shit I didn't actually think you were serious, oh my gods, we can fix this, we can fix this--"

one second they're loudly arguing/ screaming at each other, the next they're having Very Loud sex, half-undressed. It will be messy, and the location may or may not be private.

at one point there will be crying. This will be followed by the other holding them and soothingly shushing them.

"D'you think we'll be friends forever?" "yeah!" "pinkie-swear on it!" *2 little kids lock pinkies* ~20 years later~ *as one of them holds the lifeless/ mortally wounded but alive body of the other in their arms* "I promised you."

they are unironically soulmates, and they keep fucking choosing each other, even though it keeps leading to their mutual doom.

"our love is carved in blood and stone. It is messy, and sometimes harsh, and primal, and I wouldn't want it any other way. I love you.

They can end my life, burn my body, tear my soul into atomic pieces, and scatter my remains to the four corners of the earth, and they still will never be able to destroy my love for you. Nothing--not death, not betrayal, not warcrimes or an acquired god-complex, not embittered battles, nothing--could make me stop loving you. You could try to crush me, and I would welcome it. Embrace me, and I will melt into you.

You are written into the fabric of my being; if they were to cut me open, they would find strands of your dna inseparably intertwined with mine, in every cell, because we were always the same. You are not my other half of a whole; I am you and you are me and we were always the sole 2 pieces cut from the same cloth, meant to rejoin into something greater than ourselves. I love you.

When I say 'I love you' I mean it in every sense and meaning and tone of the word. If you bled, I would feel it. If you ever felt despair, I would suffer it. If you ever mourned I would carry that burden alongside you, simple as breathing. We were never lonely, we just sat too far apart to see each other. Fate or destiny or pre-determined outcomes...they don't matter. I will choose you whether it's fate or of my own free will, every time. I love you.

When we make love, the stars sing and my blood fizzles with that song, b/c it's the ancient song of the universe and everything within it that started eons ago and never stopped. Since we are all made of stardust, we are like two stars colliding. Making love with you isn't an urge, or a craving, it's a need--a deep, unending need to bend the laws of matter and be as close to you as possible. I need you--we can worry about human needs later, right now I want to completely merge with you until it's impossible to tell us apart. I will worship you with my body and my devotion until the end of time, because not even death and reincarnation could break my infinite continuous love for you.

I know you; I see you. I see into every dusty crevice and crack beyond your polished mask, and I love it. I love all of it. I love you. My love for you is literally too big for my body.

I will love you on days when you are cranky or short-tempered, I will love you when you are sick, I will love you when you are careless and foolish and act frustratingly stupid. On the days when you burn our toast. On the days when you slam a door in my face. On the days when one of us said something stupid or careless or hurtful, and we argued about it for *hours*, so now one of us is sleeping on the couch (even though it's bad for both of our backs), and both of us are lonely and sad and miss the other, but aren't quite ready to swallow our pride and apologize. On the days when you either accidentally or purposefully finished off my leftovers without asking (yes, I know it was you, who else would it have been, the cat?? The cat doesn't have thumbs, how could she have opened the refrigerator?! ...yes, obviously you owe me a replacement now. ...I will accept payment in the form of you cooking my favorite.) (also, on the days when you also steal my bagel for the umpteenth time. It's cute that you think that I don't hear you sneaking up on me, then giggling triumphantly when you sneak away, your heist successful, and prize gripped between your teeth.) On the days when you save 'the last bite' for me, because you know it's my favorite. On the days when life is simply Too Much and one of us (or even both of us) needs to cry, and you hold me or I hold you or we hold each other, and that is Enough. On the day(s) when you don't keep your eyes on the road and we nearly crash, and yes we don't and we didn't, this time, but every time you do that you're gambling on our safety, and it scares me to death (it scares me so much that I demand that you SAFELY pull over just so I can hold you so tightly that I can feel your heartbeat through our clothes.) On the days when you can't bear to leave your bed, because the world is too harsh and cruel and unyielding to your beautiful soul today, and you either need indulgent doting or support to get up. On the days when you are possessed with a new idea and you talk so fast that I can barely understand you, but I still try to keep up because this is important to you (and important to me too). On the days when we are unfair to each other. On the days when we most strongly feel our mutual affection towards one another. Because you are my soul. And how can I not love my soul? I love you."

--(I'm sorry, I think I was temporarily possessed by Jayce for a hot minute or ten.)

twin stars locked in orbit with each other, slowly inching closer and closer over millennia, but...they're happy about it? One day they are going to collide, and destroy themselves and potentially take out all planetary bodies surrounding them...and they are overjoyed about it, because they can't wait to permanently merge with their beloved.

waking up sunday morning with a sunbeam shining over the other's face as they sleep.

"DAD!" (*sleepy groan*) "'s your turn." "they're calling for you." "I did the last one, you promised I could sleep." "DAAAAD!" (*groaning sigh*) "okay, fine, you're right, I promised you." (*sound of a quick kiss on a cheek, followed by shuffling, half-awake, fading footsteps*) (distantly: "...okay kiddo, what's wrong?" "noooo, I want DAD!!" "your Dad's sleeping, honey." (*sad hiccupping*) "I wan' Daaaaad..." (*weary sigh of a man who knows it's futile to fight with his toddler over this, and also knows that attempting said fight will just drag this out even longer*) "okay." (*small grunt of a man scooping up a small child, followed by approaching footsteps) "Heeeey, look who's up?" (please don't kill me please don't kill me please don't kill me) (*sigh of defeat*) "What's wrong, my little mouse?" (*despondent hiccup*) "I had a nightmare--can I sleep with you?" (...they can, and they do.)

...@okmissgirl I, uh, I wrote another one(s)

the heart shaped locket with a portrait of my nemesis inside stays ON during sex

[spatialwave]

pairing: namgyu x fem!reader x myunggi word count: 2.2k tags: mdni, nsfw, m x f x m, smut, p w/o plot, oral (f/m receiving), rough s-x, unprotected s-x, sub!reader, the fic where reader gets tag teamed by player 124 + 333. notes: written for this post by @fleshrtten

Obsessed didn’t cut it. Namgyu was infatuated with you—all that you were: your smile, your voice, your body. The moment he laid eyes on you that first day, he knew that his heart was jumping headfirst into everything about you. You made his stomach swirl like a schoolgirl with a crush.

That’s why once he and Myunggi found you in a room, trying to hide away from the other players, he had you pressed to the wall with your legs spread wide and his head between your thighs, tasting you and savouring you like a starved man.

You were just as obsessed with him, but Myunggi? Well, it’s not like you were going to say no to the idea of having both of these men have their way with you. You were deranged and needy, but not as desperate as the man who whined as he ate you out. He was pathetic, so pathetic, and you loved it. 

Your knees dared to buckle as you held onto his black hair, hard enough that your knuckles began to turn white. You focused on only him, shuddering when he’d flutter his thick lashes and look up at you with those fox-like eyes with blown-out pupils. His tongue delved deep into your cunt, lapping at you as his nose bumped your swollen clit that had been begging to be touched.

“Namgyu,” you whined, toes curling in your white shoes. He responded by pulling your right leg over his left shoulder. The position made it so he was able to spread you further—smiling against your cunt as you nearly toppled over and it wasn’t until Myunggi caught you that you remembered he had been watching the door.

Your mind was so fuzzy with pleasure that you hadn’t been aware of the words they exchanged—some sort of bickering until Namgyu pulled away and went to the door to keep watch. 

It was then you found yourself on your knees, hands on the clothed thighs of Myunggi as he guided your mouth to the tip of his cock. Long, slender fingers tangled in your hair, gripping tight as you took all of him in without a struggle.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, looking at you with parted lips. For once, he was glad he listened to Namgyu.

Your hands on his thighs tightened, fingernails scratching at the fabric as you buried your nose into the tuft of hair on his skin. Myunggi let you do the rest of the work, watching as you bobbed your head up and down slowly, savouring his taste. Your tongue swirled, saliva dripped out of the corners of your lips, and your mouth watered because of him.

“Isn’t she a pretty girl?” Namgyu’s voice cut through your daze, closer than you had anticipated. He’d forgotten about the door. “Be grateful I’m letting you share.”

He was kneeling behind you, greedy hands pushing under your shirt and blue vest. Bloody fingers pinched your nipples, and you gasped around Myunggi’s cock, and he cussed.

“Don’t stop,” he spat angrily.

Namgyu kept his touch on your tits, squeezing and fondling to his liking. He pushed past your hair, lips pressing kisses to your skin—growing harder with each passing second at the filthy sounds of you sucking off Myunggi. 

“If you didn’t let me make her cum, she doesn’t get to make you—” Namgyu snapped, looking up at Myunggi and wrapping a hand around your throat to pull you from him. Your lips parted from his cock with a soft pop and he growled deep in his throat, forced to stroke himself as his temporary partner indulged in you instead. “I like you more,” he whimpered in your ear, guiding your back to the floor, hand still on your throat.

You looked at him with heavy eyelids, and he eyed your puffy, swollen lips. 

Fingers hooked into your sweats, and he tugged them down until the fabric hung around one ankle, allowing him to spread you as freely as he wanted. You whimpered, exposed to both him and the eyes of Myunggi who stood with his back to the wall, a hand stroking as you watching beads of precum leak from the tip and god you were so fucked out because all you wanted was to crawl to your knees and get a taste.

“Pretty girl,” Namgyu whispered, hands on the backs of your thighs as he pushed your knees to your chest. Shifting, soon one hand held them in place together, blocking your view of everything except for the dark ceiling.

A sudden intrusion made you mewl, his middle finger pushing in until you felt the cool metal of his ring. His narrowed eyes fixated on your cunt, watching as you coated his fingers with a milky white fluid that he wanted to taste. Though, he was more pleased by the soft sounds you were making as he fucked you with his fingers. Adding a second, then a third until you were squirming at the stretch.

“S’too much,” you gasped, reaching around your thighs and trying to grab at his wrists, but they were soon pinned back above your head by Myunggi, who’d grown bored of watching.

By now, Namgyu had knelt closer to the floor. His voice muffled as he lapped at your clit, “You can take it, pretty girl. I know you can.” he whispered, continuing the slow motions of his three fingers pushing in and out of your wet pussy. It was so tight, and his cock was twitching in anticipation of being able to fuck you like he’d been dreaming for days. 

Myunggi knelt by your head, looking down at you with half-lidded, glossy eyes that made you shiver. He released your wrists, watching with a slight smirk as you reached for his exposed cock and stroked with your hands that felt a hundred times better than his. A rumble came from his throat, eyes fluttering closed as you arched your back up so you could tilt back further, enough that your outstretched tongue lapped up the precum that left a salty taste in your mouth.

“What happened to taking turns?” Namgyu grumbled, giving up on keeping your legs pressed to your chest. He sucked on your clit as your legs relaxed. The walls of your cunt still tight around his fingers, but loosening with each push of his bundled digits. “No fair—”

“Shut… up….” Myunggi groaned, stroking near the base of his cock as your perfect pink lips tried to wrap around it.

You were overstimulated—your nerves lit up at every end. With Namgyu fucking your pussy with his fingers, sucking on your clit, and Myunggi trying to push his cock further down your throat, you realized you’d never been so devoured in your life.

Namgyu curled his fingers as best as he could, finding that spot buried in your cunt that he knew would make you want more of him. You briefly gagged on Myunggi’s cock when he did, whining out as he took your opened mouth as a chance to bury himself in all the way. You let him, feeling the way he hit the back of your throat, his bloody hand feeling the expanse of your throat stretch as he pushed as far in as he could.

After a few more forwards thrusts, he pulled out and stroked himself, pathetic moans coming from him strings of hot white cum splattered over your face and blue vest.

Your throat was raw, and still, you stuck your tongue out and ignored the sting.

“My turn,” Namgyu hissed, and you had only realized then that your cunt was empty and aching for more. Over the rough flooring, Namgyu tugged you until you were pulled far enough from a recovering Myunggi that you couldn’t reach him even if you tried. Leaning forward, you whimpered when he licked off a string of cum over your chin. “You’re mine, right now, yeah? No looking at him, just me… okay? Tell me, pretty girl, please—”

You saw the desperation in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Just yours,” you managed to say. 

“Again,” he begged, hands pushing up your shirt until until your perky tits were exposed and he licked up the rest of the cum from your cheeks and chin. “Please, one more time, pretty girl. One more time so I can fuck you better than Myunggi ever could—”

“Watch it,” he huffed from the door. He’d back sprawled back against it, his cock limp and twitching. Stroking the overstimulated erection in hopes that he could steal you from Namgyu before the timer went off.

Namgyu smiled against your neck, teeth sinking into the skin and sucking a deep-coloured bruise. 

“Yours, all yours,” you groaned, the pain of his sharp teeth making your cunt ache more at the emptiness. “Fuck me, Namgyu, please—”

You heard the sounds of shifting as he moved atop of you, hands pushing down his sweats and pulling out his cock that wasn’t much longer than Myunggi’s, but from what you could see, was thicker. Your toes curled, and you were right. 

Namgyu let out an egregiously vulgar sound as the head of his cock pushed in. He knelt back, sitting upright as he gave himself the best view to watch your tight pussy contract around him.

“Ah, fuck!” You let out a sharp gasp, the stretch unlike anything you’ve taken before. You didn’t notice the proud smile on his face from your reaction; he was now focused only on relaxing enough to make this more pleasurable and less painful. Namgyu liked you enough to make sure he wasn’t being completely selfish, his thumb finding it’s way to your clit and starting a rhythm of circled motions.

“Tell me,” he murmured, half-way inside, “tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”

“So bad,” you whined, your legs wrapping lazily around his hips, hands grabbing at your tits as a distraction of the fiery pain of the stretch, “Don’t stop.”

Namgyu bottomed you out, breathing heavily as he got used to the tight feeling of your cunt squeezing impossibly hard around him. He rutted against you, grinding, milking out those sounds from your throat that were so sweet.

You felt like you were going to pass out when he started fucking you—a relentless pace as he pressed a hand flat to your stomach to keep himself balanced, the other hand still focused on rubbing quick circles on your clit. When you tried to close your eyes, he’d grab your face. Fingers pinching at your cheeks as he’d ask you so nicely to keep looking at him.

That was the difference between him and Myunggi. Namgyu liked you too much; you were the only person he had a soft spot for. He wanted to beg for you. To ask you nicely and make sure that everything he was doing was to please you. Myunggi didn’t care about you; he didn’t care if he was too rough or too selfish.

“Shit—” Namgyu choked, having been leaning forward against you, face buried into your neck where he left more hickeys. 

He had kept up the relentless pace, his cock stretching you so deep with his thrust. He was close—his whimpers in your ear were evident of it. After one hard thrust, and a tight squeeze of your walls, his cock twitched and he came inside you so much it leaked. He rutted into you with an erratic rhythm as you clawed at the back of his red vest, tearing the fabric slightly with your nails. You weren’t far behind, his circling thumb causing a fire to build so deep in your tummy that it snapped right as he pulled out—and you were left clenching around nothing, mewling like a cat in heat as your thighs twitched.

Myunggi wasn’t ashamed of how hard that made him. He’d crawled closer to you, grabbing your hips roughly and pulling you to him. As Namgyu’s cum leaked out of you, Myunggi used his cock to push it back inside with a rought thrust, fucking you as you came.

“Oh god,” you gasped, thighs squeezing tight together, but he forced one away. The other hand pressed to your clit, four of his fingers brushing over the nub wildly and just as your climax ended, another one snapped and you felt yourself coming undone by him. You released, your squirting juices wetting the sweats clinging to his thighs, and even up onto his red vest. “S-sorry—” is all you managed to sputter out as you arched your back, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Myunggi didn’t say anything, nor did he let up. His cock stretching you with each sharp snap of his hips.

That’s how you spent the next fifteen minutes—having either one of them tag team you every few minutes. You’d never come so much in your life, your pussy abused and raw. By the end, you were full of so much cum it hardly stayed and instead coated your thighs and the floor of wherever they fucked you. 

You were so goddamned glad that they were the ones to stumble into the room.

[lvnleah]

sneaking around | no more secrets.

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warnings - 18+, contains a little smut!

April 17th | 26 weeks pregnant. 

You and Kyra had been sneaking around for weeks now.

Ever since your trip to Australia, since the first kiss on the beach, something between you had shifted and neither of you had been able to leave it alone.

You shared stolen kisses when no one was looking, many lazy mornings tangled up in your or Kyra’s sheets, living in your own little bubble like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

This morning was no different.

You should have been up and getting ready for training, but instead, you were wrapped around each other in your bed, the sun slipping lazily through the curtains. Kyra’s fingers traced slow, thoughtless patterns over your bump, her face buried against your neck as you played with the ends of her messy hair.

“Five more minutes,” she mumbled, her lips brushing your skin.

“You said that fifteen minutes ago,” you whispered, even as you tilted your head to give her more space. “We need to get up, Ky. Beth will be coming in soon.”

Kyra just hummed and kissed a path up to your jaw, her hand tightening around your waist. She kissed you properly then, slow and deep, and you forgot, just for a second, about the real world waiting for you.

Eventually, you groaned and pulled away. “Training, Ky. We’re gonna get murdered if we’re late again.”

Kyra whined but rolled out of bed, helping you up without thinking, her hands always careful around your middle. “Why do we have to go.” She groaned. 

“Erm, maybe because it’s our job?” You chuckled, standing in front of her as your arms slipped around her neck. “It’s only for a few hours.”

Her hands moved down to you lower back, the pair of you standing as close together as you could with your bump, “We could just stay home…have a lazy day.”

You sighed as she pecked your lips once again, “You really think Leah’s gonna look past us having a day off together? She’d know Kyra, she’s already suspicious about something going on between us.”

“Yeah but that’s only because she thinks everyone’s shagging,” 

You laughed, burying your face in Kyra’s shoulder for a moment. “True. But if we both mysteriously call in sick the same day? She’ll never let it go.”

Kyra groaned dramatically and nuzzled her nose into your hair. “Fine. But after training, you’re mine for the rest of the day.”

You smiled against her skin. “Deal.”

You somehow managed to get yourselves moving, lazily throwing on some training gear before heading downstairs to grab a quick breakfast. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, half-asleep, while Kyra stood behind you, her arms wrapped loosely around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you nibbled on a piece of toast.

She began to plant kisses up your shoulder until she eventually reached your neck and then she began to pepper small kisses along your jawline. 

“Kyra,” you laughed as she hit a ticklish spot before spinning you around to face her, “Ky, stop Beth will be back from her walk soon.”

“I…” she smirked as she pecked your lips, “don’t…” another kiss, “care…” and another kiss which lasted longer this time. 

The two of you melted into each other, everything for a moment was forgotten. Kyra’s hands slid under the hem of your hoodie, pulling you a little bit closer. It was too easy with her, she made you forget the entire world existed outside the two of you.

The slam of the front door had you jumping apart like teenagers caught by a parent.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

Kyra stepped back quickly, trying and failing to look innocent as you wiped at your mouth, your cheeks burning. You could feel the panic radiating off her as Beth strolled into the kitchen. Myle ran over to you both as Beth unclipped her lead. 

Kyra let out a tiny, strangled noise, somewhere between a cough and a squeak, and practically jumped back from you like she’d been electrocuted.

“I–I’m just gonna…uh…grab my boots,” she mumbled, walking out of the kitchen at a record speed.

Beth watched her go with a wicked little smile before turning her attention fully to you.

You stood frozen, half a piece of toast still hanging awkwardly from your hand, cheeks burning.

“Close friends, huh?” she smirked. “Because that definitely looked like you two were just kissing.”

“She stayed the night, didn’t she?” Beth teased, pouring out a glass of apple juice before sitting at the kitchen counter. 

“She stayed to make sure I slept, that’s all,” you said, way too quickly.

Beth laughed, not buying it for a second.

“Oh yeah, bet she was very helpful with that,” she teased, waggling her eyebrows.

You groaned and buried your face in your hands. “Please stop.”

“Hey, I’m not judging! It’s cute. Makes me want to throw up a bit, but it’s cute.”

You peeked at her through your fingers and saw her smirking like the devil.

“Beth.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute together!”

You peeked up at her through your fingers. “You’re gonna tell Leah, aren’t you?” you mumbled.

Beth’s grin turned downright evil. “Oh no, I wanna see how long Kyra can last sneaking around.”

“We’re not even anything yet…” you mumbled once again into your hands. “We stupidly kissed once in Australia and well…”

“You haven’t stopped since then?” Beth smirked, finishing your sentence for you. “Oh how it just feels like yesterday me and Viv were sneaking around!”

You let out another groan just as Kyra reappeared, looking suspiciously like she’d been giving herself a pep talk in the hallway.

Beth winked at you both, “Come on, lovebirds. If we’re late, Leah’s wrath is on you and not even your pregnant ass is gonna save you.”

The drive to training with Beth was normal, at least it looked that way from the outside. You sat in the passenger seat like any other teammate getting a lift, trying to keep your cool. But Beth’s raised brow every time she caught you checking your phone or smiling at a text from Kyra? Not helpful.

You pulled into the lot at the training ground and Beth hopped out, already yelling something about someone owing her a coffee. But you lingered.

Kyra had driven herself, parking just a few spots away. And when she stepped out of her car, her eyes immediately found yours. One look was all it took and before you knew it you were standing together, pecking each other's lips. 

It was stupid and reckless and a little bit addictive. Kyra grinned as she cupped your jaw and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“Quick one,” she whispered, leaning in again. “For luck.”

You kissed her back, just as quick, even though you both knew “quick” was a lie. Her hand splayed gently across your bump and her thumb brushed back and forth like she couldn’t stop touching you.

Then Beth’s voice carried across the car park. “You two coming or should I book you the honeymoon suite?”

Kyra jumped, stumbling backwards into a random car. You bit back a laugh as you followed her out a moment later, cheeks warm.

The moment you and Kyra walked through the doors of the training ground, definitely not as far apart as you should have been, you were met with a chorus of voices and a few very smug looks.

Katie was already stretching with Caitlin near the benches, and she didn’t even try to hide the way her eyes swept over the both of you. “Oh, look who magically arrived at the same time,” she sang.

Vic tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing. “Weren’t you driving in separately?”

Steph didn’t even look up from retaping her wrist. “They were. Until they weren’t.”

Kyra tried to play it cool, shrugging. “Coincidence.”

You nodded far too enthusiastically. “We just parked near each other.”

“Uh-huh.” Caitlin exchanged a grin with Katie. “And you just happened to be standing suspiciously close to each other in the car park?”

“Just chatting!” Kyra said a little too fast, throwing her hands up. “People chat!”

Leah raised an eyebrow but let it go, muttering something suspiciously like “you’re all weird today” as she turned away.

When the team finally headed out onto the pitch, you hung back as planned, heading into the gym for some light work. You were 26 weeks pregnant which meant no full training sessions for you, just strength and mobility. Honestly, you were grateful. It gave you a moment to breathe.

Ten minutes later, just as you were adjusting the settings on the treadmill, you heard the door open.

You turned, and there was Kyra.

She glanced over her shoulder like she was checking for witnesses before darting across the gym and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “Forgot my water,” she whispered.

You grinned. “Oh really?”

She kissed you again, this time on the lips, a little slower. “Definitely...”

She hummed against your lips. “I should forget it more often.”

But you pulled back, whispering, “We’re gonna get caught.”

Kyra shrugged innocently. “Only if we’re not quick.”

You groaned softly but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re dangerous.”

“Flattered.” She gave your bump a gentle rub before backing away. “I’ll see you later.”

As the door swung shut behind her, you leaned back against the treadmill and took a moment to steady yourself. You were sure your cheeks were permanently flushed these days from pregnancy, hormones, or Kyra, it was anyone’s guess.

You eventually got into your routine. Some gentle stretches, a bit of resistance band work and working on your pelvic floor. You had your headphones in but weren’t playing anything, just using them as a universal “do not disturb” signal. 

By the time the session outside wrapped up, you were sitting on a yoga mat, gently stretching your legs out in front of you. The door burst open again, loudly this time, and the full team started filing in, all red-cheeked and sweaty from the pitch.

Kyra was among the first through the door, complaining to Kim about something. She barely looked up as she passed, muttering a distracted “Alright?” before dropping onto the floor beside the weights bench to start stretching.

Beth and Katie wandered in next, still mid-argument over whether or not Katie had deliberately taken Mariona out during a drill.

“I barely touched her!”

“You flattened her like a pancake!”

“It was tactical!”

“Tactical murder maybe,” Caitlin called as she trailed in behind them. 

Kyra was sprawled out beside you on a mat, lazily stretching her hamstrings. You were sitting with your legs out in front of you, gently rolling your ankles and leaning back on your hands, hoodie pulled up just enough to let your bump breathe.

“She moving around much today?” Kyra asked casually, glancing at your stomach.

You shrugged, brushing your hand over it. “She was quiet earlier, but she’s been wriggling a bit since I sat down.”

Kyra gave a thoughtful little nod, then suddenly perked up. “Hang on.”

She sat up straighter, unlocked her phone again, and started scrolling through her music. 

You eyed her suspiciously, “What are you doing?”

“She’s gotta learn early,” Kyra grinned, already tapping the speaker on. “Test her loyalty.”

The opening chords of North London Forever started playing quietly, and your eyebrows shot up.

“Oh my god, Kyra.”

Kyra ignored you completely and grinned like a madwoman, crawling over until she was right next to you. She gently lifted the hem of your hoodie a little more and placed her phone, speaker facing in, beside your bump like she was performing some kind of sacred ritual.

“She’s not even born yet.”

“She’s still a gooner,” Kyra said seriously. “This is cultural education.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but then you felt a little thump. 

And another.

You sucked in a breath, hand shooting to your bump. Kyra froze beside you.

“Wait… was that—”

“She kicked.” You blinked. “I can’t believe she actually just kicked because you played nor—”

Kyra’s face lit up like she’d won the league. “YES!”

“What’s going on?” Katie called from a few feet away. 

“She kicked!” Kyra shouted, grinning wildly. “Right on the chorus!”

Caitlin scrambled up and jogged over, closely followed by Katie, Beth, and a few of the others. Suddenly there was a small crowd around you, everyone peering down at your bump with wide, excited eyes.

“Do it again!” Caitlin said, eyes bright.

“She’s not a circus act,” you laughed, cheeks flushed.

“Just one more time,” Kyra said, already rewinding the track and holding her phone gently back against your stomach. “Come on, baby Gooner. Do it again for us.”

The chorus came back around and, right on cue, a soft kick.

And then a real, solid, proper kick.

You laughed in disbelief. “Okay, what the hell my child is brain washed.”

“She knows her stuff!” Beth grinned, crouching beside you to place her hand over your bump. 

“She’s already a better fan than Kyra,” Katie added with a smirk.

“Hey that scarf was one time!” Kyra huffed, standing next to Katie. 

“She’s gonna be singing that in no time,” Caitlin said with a grin.

“She’ll be swearing at refs by three,” Katie added.

“Oi!” you laughed.

Leah nudged your shoulder. “You’re raising a proper little Gooner.”

You smiled and nodded, laying a hand protectively over the bump. Your teammates played around for a little longer trying to get the baby to kick before all going to take showers and get ready to head home. 

You soon followed after them, taking a shower yourself and packing your own things up. You were tugging on your hoodie, carefully pulling it down over your bump as Kyra sat on the bench beside you, bent over and tying her shoelaces. 

Beth dropped down onto the bench opposite, bag slung over her shoulders, hair still wet from her shower. 

“You coming home with me?” she asked, glancing between you and Kyra like she already knew the answer. “Steph’s cooking, and apparently she bought three different kinds of pasta and no actual sauce, so that should be entertaining.”

“Actually,” you said, voice casual, “I’m going back to Kyra’s.”

Beth raised an eyebrow. “Again?”

You nodded. “Yeah. We, erm… we’re having a movie night together.”

Beth smirked. “Mmm. So you’re basically moved in then?”

“No,” you said quickly. “It’s not like that.”

“She has a drawer,” Kyra mumbled, failing completely to hide the grin on her lips.

“Kyra!” you warned, your eyes wide.

Beth choked on her laugh. “She has a drawer?!”

“Oh fuck sake! It’s one drawer!”

“Uh-huh,” Beth said, grinning. “And how many nights this week?”

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. “You’re impossible.”

Beth laughed. “Look, I’m not judging, kid. If it makes you feel better, I think it’s kind of cute. Sickeningly cute, but still.”

Kyra bumped your shoulder gently. “Told you she wouldn’t mind.”

“Yeah, well,” you muttered, peeking out from behind your hands. “She’s gonna tell Leah now.”

“Oh, absolutely not,” Beth said with no shame. “But only because I want to see Kyra spiral.”

Kyra gasped. “That’s so mean! I’m the best at keeping secrets.”

“Sure,” Beth shrugged. “I give it two more days before one of you breaks and lets it slip.”

You and Kyra exchanged a glance, your smiles soft and full of something neither of you had quite said out loud yet.

Beth caught it and rolled her eyes. “Gross. Alright, lovebirds. Go play house. I’ll enjoy the pasta disaster alone and hope Steph doesn’t kill me!”

You stood up slowly, Kyra rising beside you to help with your bag like she always did. As you both made your way to the door, Beth called after you.

“Hey!”

You turned.

“Drawer or not, if she doesn’t bring you back glowing and fed, I’m kidnapping you back to mine.”

You smiled over your shoulder. “Deal.”

The drive to Kyra’s flat wasn’t long. You kicked off your shoes as soon as you stepped inside, sighing in relief as Kyra took your bag and set it by the door. Her flat was cozy and quiet, the kind of space that always felt like it existed in its own little world. 

“You okay?” she asked softly, her hand already settling on your lower back in that gentle way she always touched you now, like she couldn’t help it, like she needed to touch you at all times. 

You nodded, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Better now.”

Her smile tugged at the corners of her lips, “You want food first? Or cuddles?”

You gave her a look. “Mmmm…I think cuddles first.”

Kyra grinned, took your hand, and led you to the couch.

You curled into her immediately, her arm around your back, your head tucked against her chest. She pulled the blanket from the armrest over you both without a word, her fingers trailing absently up and down your spine.

For a while, it was quiet. The hum of the heating, the distant sound of traffic outside, the steady rhythm of Kyra’s breathing beneath your cheek.

Then she tilted her head down, brushing her lips against your forehead. “You’re glowing, you know.”

You laughed quietly. “Pregnancy hormones.”

“No,” she whispered, her fingers brushing your jaw. “It’s you.”

You looked up at her, eyes meeting hers and something shifted.

Your hands moved first, tracing up her sides as you shifted carefully, easing yourself into her lap. Kyra’s breath hitched, her hands automatically bracing your hips as you settled above her, straddling her carefully, your small bump creating a gap between you.

Her eyes searched yours like she was checking a thousand times if you were sure.

And you were.

You kissed her, slow and deep and certain. Her hands gripped your thighs, fingertips pressing in just enough to remind you she was still trying not to lose control. But you didn’t want her to hold back.

Your fingers slid into her hair, tugging gently as your lips parted for hers again. You rolled your hips against hers as the kiss deepened. 

She pulled back slightly, “Tell me what you need,” she whispered.

You smiled, breathless and aching in a way that wasn’t just physical. “Just you. Kyra please…please just t-touch me.”

Kyra’s breath caught as she nodded, brushing her thumb gently across your cheek. “Okay,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”

She kissed you once more, soft and lingering, before slipping her arms around you and rising, holding you close as she guided you toward the bedroom. 

She helped you undress, leaving you in just your underwear before undressing herself. She paused at the edge of the bed, her hands finding your hips. “Lie back for me?” she asked, voice soft.

You nodded, cheeks warm, and eased yourself down onto the mattress. She watched every movement carefully, her eyes soft and attentive. Then, gently, she knelt beside you and reached for a pillow, lifting your hips and sliding it beneath you.

You blinked at her, “Kyra…”

“It helps, baby,” she said quietly, brushing her fingers across your bump and then lower, her gaze flicking back to yours. “Takes the pressure off your back. I read about it.”

Your chest ached in the best way. “You’ve been reading?”

She gave a small, shy smile. “Of course I have. I want to take care of you, babe.”

“Do you want this?” Kyra added. 

“Yes Kyra,” you moaned, scooping her hair up into a makeshift ponytail as she slipped between your legs, “Please just fuck me.”

She smirked before placing a kiss on your lips before working her way down your jaw, neck and eventually your breasts. Her hand palmed at them as she placed gentle kisses all around. She whispered sweet words between the kisses.

Kyra tutted, “Such a needy girl,” she whispered, slipping her hand in your underwear. Your breath hitched as she flicked her thumb over your clit, “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

She began to rub gentle circles over your clit, strings of pleads and moans slipping from your mouth. She parted your legs and slipped between them, you whined at the loss of contact on your clit as she pulled your bottoms and underwear down your legs and threw them somewhere across the room to later be found.

Kyra’s soft lips placed gentle kisses against up and down your thighs, each time she edged closer and closer to your throbbing clit. You ran your hand through her hair, scooping it up once again into a ponytail.

Arching your back, moans continued to slip from your mouth, “Kyra please do something, I’m begging you!”

A whine slipped from your mouth as Kyra blew cool air onto your swollen clit before taking it into her mouth. With her arm wrapped over your hips, she began to suck and run her tongue over your clit. Your moans became louder and louder as Kyra worked her tongue on your clit. 

“K-Kyra, oh fuck!” You gripped onto her hair, lightly pulling at it, “I’m so c-close, fuck. Baby, I-I’m so close.”

Just as you came close to cumming, Kyra detached her mouth from your sensitive bud. A laugh escaped her, “Not cuming that quickly, baby.”

Your breath hitched once again and your body squirmed as Kyra ran her finger through your drenched folds. With no warning, her mouth latched back onto your pussy. Your hips began to slowly grind against her face as she switched between sucking and flicking her tongue against your clit.

A gasp left your mouth as Kyra slipped two fingers into your entrance, she sucked at your clit while her fingers slipped in and out. Strings of moans continued to leave your mouth as you pulled Kyra’s head closer to your pussy, begging for more. Her fingers hit all the right places, edging you closer and closer.

“Kyra fuck,” your legs wrapped around Kyra’s head, gripping her in place, “Fuck, yes! Right there.” You moaned as Kyra hit your sweet spot.

“Cum for me baby.” Kyra mumbled against your skin. “I love hearing those pretty moans of yours.”

Your legs began to shake, your muscles tightened and an overwhelming sensation overcame you as you reached your high. You clenched around Kyra’s fingers before spilling your juices all over her fingers.

She continued to explore you carefully, tracing over every curve and stretch of skin like you were something holy. She kissed the tears that had gathered at the corners of your eyes and whispered how proud she was of you, how beautiful you were, how much she loved you, even if she hadn’t said those words yet.

Later, you were curled into her chest, and the room had gone quiet again. The only sounds were the soft hum of the radiator and the steady rhythm of Kyra’s breathing beneath your ear.

Your fingers traced absent shapes on her skin, your body still warm from the afterglow, but your mind slowly catching up—tugging at the part of you that had stayed guarded, even now.

“Kyra?” you asked softly, barely above a whisper.

She hummed, eyes closed, her hand still stroking gentle circles over your hip. “Mm?”

You hesitated, pressing your cheek more firmly against her chest like it would give you courage. “What are we?”

Kyra stilled.

You felt the silence settle between you, your own breath suddenly too loud. You pulled back slightly so you could see her face. “I’m not trying to ruin anything, I just… I need to know. What this is. What we are.”

Her brows furrowed, confusion softening into something more tender. “You’re mine,” she said, voice soft. “At least, I hope you are.”

You bit your lip, your heart thudding. “I just… I can’t mess around, Kyra. Not with this. Not when I’ve got her to think about.”

Your hand dropped to your small bump, and Kyra’s followed without hesitation, resting over yours protectively.

“I know that,” she said, eyes locked on yours now, serious and steady. “And I’d never treat this like a game. Or you.”

You swallowed. “So what are we doing?”

Kyra took a breath like she needed to center herself. “I want to be with you. Fully. Properly. I want to be in your life. And if you’ll let me, I want to be in hers too.”

You blinked, throat tightening. “You mean that?”

She nodded, voice trembling slightly now. “I know she’s not here yet but she already matters to me. You both do.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes. You sat up a little more, brushing your fingers over her collarbone. “It’s not just dating, Kyra. If you’re in, you’re in. She’s everything to me. I won’t have people coming and going. She doesn’t deserve that.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, instantly. “I want to be there for the sleepless nights and the first steps and the tantrums and everything in between. I know I haven’t said it yet, but…”

She reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers shaking just a little. “I’m already in love with you. And I think I started falling the second you trusted me enough to let me close.”

Your breath caught.

And for once, the words didn’t scare you. They made you feel steady. Like maybe this wasn’t so terrifying after all.

You leaned down, pressing your forehead to hers. “Okay,” you whispered. “Then I’m yours. And she is too, if you want her.”

Kyra blinked back tears, nodding. “I do. I really do.”

You kissed her then, not slow or rushed, but soft and certain. Like something new beginning.

Something real.

[charlottehuff]

I'm so happy this guy figured it out. And I'm sorry for bringing my own petty nationalism into this. But his reasoning is the reason that I have a hard time picturing my life with someone Spanish but not Catalan.

I know I'm Spanish legally and I don't have a big issue with saying I am soanish when talking about my legal nationality. But culturally, I'm Catalan. My whole family speaks in Catalan, my closest friends as well. I feel almost no emotional connection to Spanish as a language. Hell, I feel more connection to English since I lived in the UK, and I've had English partners in the past, and the last few years it has been my prinary language at work.

I had an argument with someone when I said I had stopped seeing a girl cause she only spoke Spanish. And this guy's thinking is why. I don't want to wake up in the future and not be able to teach my hypothetical child my language, or have her side of the family write my name wrong cause it's the catalan spealling. I can't even properly express my feeling and feel emotionally connected to the conversation in Spanish.

Writing this I'm kind of realising I might be a bit of an asshole. But, hey, when your language is being persecuted and slowly dying, maybe it's important to be one.

(For clarification, I didn't hurt that girl, we just had gone out a few times, and I said I didn't see it going any further)

On the topic of English people being shitheads towards Welsh people - This fucking dude today on AITA

[science-hoes]

It’s the Fourth of July. Everyone is at Jack’s house because he has a pool. In fact, Jack bought the house for the pool after his physical therapist told him that swimming was the easiest way to stay in shape after losing his foot. Now, it was a regular hangout spot for his friends and family.

Robby’s three oldest kids are swimming and jumping off the diving board with Jack’s twin boys. Their wives are dangling their feet in the water while Robby’s wife holds their newborn close to her chest, adjusting the floppy sunhat on the baby’s head.

Jack is manning the grill, carefully flipping hamburgers and hotdogs with one hand and holding a beer in the other. Robby stands next to him but keeps an anxious eye on the kids in the pool, sipping his own beer every now and then. That doesn’t stop him from backseat grilling though.

“Those burgers are done.”

“Are you trying to serve us charcoal?”

“We’re not dentists. We can’t fix our teeth if we break them on the food.”

Jack picks up a piece of burning charcoal with the tongs and chases Robby down until he’s far enough away from his grill. Their wives laugh and roll their eyes at their old men who still act like rowdy teenagers.

Robby holds his hands up in defense once he’s close to the edge of the pool with nowhere else to run. “I’m just trying to make sure we don’t end up in the Pitt.” He can’t help himself from joking.

Jack narrows his eyes, lip curling in disgust that his friend would be so condescending about his excelling grilling skills. “Hey, kids! Robby wants to play sharks and minnows with you.” He calls out to the children in the pool.

The air fills with cheerful shouts of “Dad’s coming to play!!” and “Come on, Uncle Robby!”

Robby shoots a glare at Jack, starting to pull off his t-shirt. “Fuck you.” He grumbles.

Jack raises a brow and points to the pool with the grilling tongs. “Stay the fuck away from my grill.” He retorts before taking a sip of his beer and returning to his post.

The afternoon passes with a pleasant slowness. Classic rock and respectable old country music blares from the speaker surrounding the pool. Robby plays pool games with the kids, making sure each one stays far enough away from the diving board when they jump.

Eventually, Jack joins them, slowly entering the poolside with the handicap railing. The water makes it easier for him to balance without his prosthetic, and he feels somewhat normal again. Standing without having to intentionally balance himself, without the squeeze of his prosthesis around his shin. He’s able to hold his boys in his arms without their added weight building pressure on his knee.

After everyone’s eyes are red from chlorine and fingers are pruned, Robby and Jack go to set up the haul of fireworks in the driveway while their wives dry off the kids.

“Are you sure about this?” Robby asks, a furrowed brow signaling his worry.

Jack smiles and nods. “Yep. Did just fine on New Year’s.” He assures his friend.

The two men call for their wives and children, opening the tailgates to their trucks in the driveway as seating. Robby places tiny noise cancelling headphones over his newborn’s head, pressing a kiss to her cheek and cradling her close to his chest. Jack takes a similar pair of headphones, the ones his wife bought him for Christmas, and pulls them over his ears.

The world becomes muffled, but he’s able to see everything. The way his twin boys laugh and sprint away from the fireworks after lighting them, red curls bouncing on their heads with each step. The way Robby’s daughters chase their brother and the twins with sparklers, their smiles so wide that their cheeks would ache later. The way everything around him glows in rainbows when the sparks fly, especially his wife’s pretty eyes when she looks up to him and gives him a sweet kiss.

No flashbacks. No phantom pain. No PTSD. No psychosis.

Just joyful memories with his friends and family that he doesn’t have to miss anymore.

[mars4hellokitty]

We'll never have sex

Hockeyplayer!Vi x reader :)

| The notorious fuck boy has seemingly put her days of sleeping around behind her after getting in a committed relationship. But between her teammates and the reputation bestowed upon her, the pressure to please you becomes overbearing |

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cw : none really? angst if you squint really hard but other than that it's just tooth rotting fluff :p hurt x comfort. ALSO MY NATIVE LANGUAGE ISN'T ENGLISH SO PLEASE BE MINDFUL 🙂‍↕️🙏🏾

a/n : THANK YOU SO MUCH @applejusue FOR PROOF READING FOR ME MUAH ILY ALL 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

I just lost my ficginity guys 😓💔 I'm so so so so so so so so scared about posting this idk why it's probably like fine for my first try????? idk roast me to death or give me love idk idc um i don't think I'll write that much in the future??????? honestly who knows? ok i know I said roast me to death but dont be too harsh or I'll cry ☹️ OKAY HAVE FUN READING BYEEEEE

Milestones in relationships weren't something Vi was too familiar with, yet it felt like everyone around her had an internal checklist of these stages, which they expected their relationship to follow:

1. Dating

2. Officially being girlfriends

3. Saying ‘I love you’

4. Having sex

The hockey player was a notorious fuck boy in highschool, a reputation she has yet to be able to redeem. Because of this, her teammates are a bit…

Vi’s gaze traces up and down the aisle, trying to find something that you'd like. It was your anniversary and she wanted to get you something small to celebrate that, without the price hurting her wallet.

She grabs a box of chocolates she knew you loved, temporarily ignoring how many shifts at the Last drop it would cost her as she holds it gently.

Her teammate, Maddie, scoffs at her.

“I'd never spend that much money on such a prude.”

Vi's jaw clenches, teeth grinding together as she huffs through her nose.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I didn't think you had it in you man, a few years ago you wouldn't even have had a girl around for a week, let alone 5 months!” another girl shoots in, her seemingly sinister snicker making the other ones laugh all over again.

Her teammates laugh.

Like it was unbelievable that Vi would be with someone without putting her tongue in them.

“Just quit it, alright?” She huffs, pushing past them to get to the cashier. Pretending as though their words didn't feed her already growing insecurities.

Of course she'd thought about it, why you two hadn't done it already, were you just not ready? Did you not like her? Was she disappointing you?

Was she even worth more than what she could do for others?

Her mind churns and wanders, not noticing the line diminishing until the cashier has to gently bring her back to earth, waving a hand in front of her eyes.

Vi flinches slightly, putting the chocolate on the conveyor belt with an apologetic expression.

Her teammates had left her — How predictable — leaving her to take the long route to the dorms.

On the way there she made a plan, she had to. You were going to leave her unless she stopped being all sappy and just fucked you already.

———————————————————————————

You had prepared everything, walking around and decorating the limited space you had in your dorm before your girlfriend was coming over.

You had your friends on speaker as you paced around, excitedly showing them everything you had bought as you neatly wrapped her gifts.

“I hope she'll like it!” You say excitedly to your friends, grinning.

The friends look at each other slightly before turning to talk to you.

“Look… It's been 5 months right?” She says carefully, trying to gauge your reaction.

You nod, not quite understand where this conversation was headed.

“And you haven't had sex?” Her question earns a groan from you as you keep tidying up.

“No we haven't, there's no deadline is there?” You ask sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

You didn't get why people put this timeline in front of you for no reason. Why couldn't you two just go at your own pace?

You were aware of Vi's past, and had a healthy dose of skepticism before you two started exclusively dating but she proved herself time and time again.

By this point you trusted her completely, which is why your friend’s unnecessary comment annoyed you.

“We're just looking out for you girlie, intimacy is important you know!” She says, trying to cover for the other friend.

Just as you were about to respond, the doorbell rings.

“She's here! "Bye!" You hang up before they get the chance to say anything, rushing to the door with a grin.

———————————————————————————

Vi nervously shuffles from foot to foot, the plans that were previously swirling around in her head now plummet to the ground at the sight of you.

She's more nervous than usual, smiling sheepishly as you hug, wiping her hands on her pants when you aren't looking, running her hands through her hair enough times to probably make it greasy despite her definitely showering properly before coming here god why was she such a mess?

You didn't seem to notice, or maybe you did and just didn't want to comment on it. Maybe you found her so disgusting it turned you off?

“Do you like it?” You smile, showing her how you've decorated the place.

You pull her out of this anxious trance, as she looks around.

You had put in so much effort, for her? She hugs you gently.

“Thank you baby, happy 5 month anniversary.” You say sweetly, kissing her cheek gently.

Vi usually loves it when you kiss her cheek, it's a comfortable way to show intimacy, but now it's gotten to her. What if you kiss her other places instead of her lips on purpose?

Vi fidgets, picking at the skin of her scabbed knuckles.

You place the gifts you've wrapped neatly in front of Vi, smiling.

“Open it!” You coo, smiling as she takes the gifts, opening them.

The first gift is a bunny plushie dressed up as a hockey player, including the puck and the ball. You smile, proud that you got your girlfriend something she'd enjoy having.

A smile creeps up the pinkettes face. “Thank you babe.” Her hand reaches for yours, kissing it gently.

You giggle, enjoying her chivalrous ways of thanking you.

“I could thank you in other ways, you know?” Her voice gets low, watching your body language as she turns your hand, kissing up your forearm.

You shiver slightly, your breath labored ever so slightly.

“What- what are you doing?” the words slipped out, slightly shocked.

The pink haired girl freezes, looking up at you as she slowly pulls her lips away.

“I'm sorry I thought you wanted-” She begins, her eyes searching your face as the tears sting behind them.

A worried expression paints your face as you move closer towards your girlfriend.

“Thought I wanted what?” You ask softly, looking up at her.

“We've been together for almost half a year and we haven't had sex!” She blurts out, the words hanging in the air for a beat too long.

“There's no deadline, Vi.” You reassure her, grabbing her face gently, letting your thumbs caress her soft cheeks.

“But haven't you been waiting?” The pinkette asks, the statements from her teammates sticking to her like glue.

“To have sex? no?” You answer as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like sex was just something you randomly chose one day to want. Like it hadn't been plaguing your mind like her teammates said it had.

“But they said…” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Who's they, Vi?”

“... "My teammates."

You groan, having made it clear that you've never liked them a long time ago.

“Violet Vanderson, listen to me alright?” You say sternly, yet your voice is laced with love.

“I’d love you even if you told me you never wanted to have sex” You say, matter of factly. Her eyes water as your thumb reaches up to wipe it away.

“You mean more to me than that, you know that right?” You reassure, search her face for any sign of her taking your words into account.

Her tough exterior finally crumbles, her face scrunching up as she cries, her face in your hands. You pull her into a hug, soothing her gently.

All those years, only being pursued for one thing, convinced her she wouldn't find someone who wanted her for more than that. Someone who would hold her while she cries in a kitchen decorated to celebrate their 5 month anniversary.

“I love you, not just what you can give me. I love all of you.” You cooed gently, kissing her hair.

“I love you too.” She sobbed, burrying her head in the crook of your neck.

———————————————————————————

You stay like that for a while,embracing each other as your hands drawing soothing circles on her back ever so gently.

When the pinkette looks up at you, her glossy powder blue eyes slightly red from all the crying, you simply smile.

“Do you want to sit on the couch? you still haven't opened the other present I got you.” You coo softly, kissing away the remaining tears.

Vi closes her eyes for a moment, soaking in the kisses, as if the soft plush of your lips would heal the wounds deep in her soul.

Without any warning she simply picks you up, playfully running over to the couch with you.

You laugh, playfully scolding her to slow down so she doesn't drop you. Your girlfriend gets the gift you got her as she sits down, placing you on her lap.

You turn to face her, straddling her lap to see her reaction better. “Go on, open it.” You urge her impatiently as she laughs.

“Calm down princess, I will.” She smirks, unwrapping the gift gently. The neat wrapping is undone carefully, a silent appreciation for your wrapping skills.

Her smirk widens into a smile as she opens the small box, finding a silver necklace with a violet colored stone inside.

“I know you don't wear these kinds of necklaces very often but it reminded me of you and-” her soft lips met yours before you were able to finish your sentence.

It wasn't rushed, heated, hungry or ranchy like she had planned it to be before she entered your dorm.

It was simple, sweet and loving, and she wouldn't want it to be any other way.

She takes notices of you smiling in the kiss, smiling as well. Vi’s unending stamina takes a toll on you as you gently pull away, needing air.

“So I take it you liked the gift?” You say in-between catching your breath.

“Liked is an understatement. I loved it, thank you so much.”

“I can put it on you if you want?” You suggest, gently taking the necklace out of her hands.

Vi nods as you lean in, breathing in the smell of your perfume as you lock the necklace.

You place a kiss on her neck, a gentle peck.

“It tickles,” she responds, grinning

“I love you” You murmur gently, pulling away

Vi hums gently in response

“The necklace looks really good on you, violet on violet.” You grin.

The pinkettes blue eyes roll at you, caressing your hips gently.

“Did you want to watch a movie?” You ask, turning around to reach for the remote.

“Sure, why don't you pick something princess?” She murmurs gently, placing her chin on your shoulder.

The tv glows gently as the time flies by as you watch the movie, occasionally switching positions as you talk about everything and nothing at all.

The credits roll on the tv screen, Vi spooning you gently. She peaks over your shoulder to check-in on you only to see you sleeping. She smiles, kissing the top of your head gently as she closes her eyes.

———————————————————————————

She's convinced their coach hates them when the fluorescent lights in the ice rink attacked her eyes early in the morning.

The harsh sounds of the ice-skating blades slashing through the ice echo throughout the rink, in sync with the swish from the hockey stick perfectly leading the puck through the different obstacle courses.

At some point during the practice you had come, holding a water bottle as you waved excitedly waiting for her to see you.

Her heart skipped a beat as her powder blue eyes met yours. You came to her practice, with water.

Such a small gesture, yet so considerate.

You really did care.

Your gaze kept Vi in a trance —well until Coach Sevika came over— momentarily distracting her.

Maddie skates up next to her, nudging her slightly

“Hey Vi, you got any action last night?” Maddie snickers.

Vi smirks “Why, do you need any tips?” She shoots back.

Her teammates all collectively ‘ooo’ and Maddie scoffs, crossing her arms.

“N-no! me and Caitlyn are doing just fine!”

“If you must know, we watched a movie and fell asleep.”

Her teammates quiet down.

“and that's.. that alright with you?” Another one of them quipped, gauging Vi's reaction.

“Yeah. We're taking things at our own pace. One step at a time.” She answers, smiling as she looks up at you again.

Besides, there's no deadline, is there?

Taglist : @lolitalovess @korn-dawg @usuck @wrappedinvines

[hedwig221b]

Can we please get some sterek but with “dark” Stiles? Jealous, possessive, obsessive. 🤭🫣 on ur rec list I see Derek ones but not Stiles (sorry if I missed it)

Hmm, check out this fic rec and this AND this

Full and Void

Stiles could be meek, sure. In Derek’s arms, softened under the touch, pinned under his weight. He allowed himself to relax only in Derek’s sole presence. Stiles could also look meek. Small, scared. Let the enemies think he was hiding in his mate’s shadow. After all, no one would stop to think that the shadow could ever be dangerous.

build your bones by pineneedlepants

There’s something acid twisting in Stiles’ scent as he keeps staring at Derek, awkward silence surrounding them. Derek can practically see the gears turning inside Stiles’ head as he comes to his conclusions. ‘’Not a faulty wiring then, huh. Hunters?’’ Derek gives one sharp nod. ‘’The ones after you now?’’ Another sharp nod. ‘’Well, shit,’’ Stiles says, and Derek sees his face widening into a feral grin. ‘’If they ever cross me and mine,’’ he says with dark glee, ‘’they’ll be so fucking sorry for all of their life choices. I can promise you that.’’

the demon slayer by the_problem_with_stardust

Jaz sighs, leaning back against her alpha. “They’re going to tear us apart.” “No they won’t. Alpha Hale is an honorable man.” Maria presses a wry smile into her mate's neck. “It’s literally the only thing every other pack we’ve met with has agreed on.” “But his Emissary…” Jaz swallows hard, trying not to think of the stories they’ve heard. Stories of a man who banished a legion of demons to hell, using only the force of his will.

Surprise Gift by FairyNiamh

Stiles gives Derek a surprise gift. (This is dark and twisted. Read at your own risk.)

Alpha by Nival_Vixen

Stiles has been kidnapped by a serial killer known only as Alpha. Stiles finds himself far too attracted to the man that's probably going to kill him.

The Person You'd Take a Bullet For (is Behind The Trigger) by SadieHerondale

The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but until he gets Derek back, Stiles' actions are going to be worse than bad. And he will get Derek back, come hell or high water.

Blodrød by Onlymystory

A demon possessing Alpha werewolves leads a crazed pack to Beacon Hills. He's been stuck inside werewolf minds, when all he wants is a nice human meatsuit. Humans in packs are rare these days and the demon is practically salivating at the thought of possessing Stiles. It's strong, and the pack was taken off guard, unable to protect Stiles before the demon takes control. But like the demon says...humans in packs are rare.

The Pretty Things (are going to hell) by FaeryQueen07

“You have something of mine,” Stiles says, and he reaches for his hood, pushing it back to reveal the rest of his face. Lips curled up in a smile promising pain and eyes like death, he says, “And now I’m going to take it back.”

We Belong To Each Other by eeyore9990

A new pack comes to visit, bringing with it a beautiful young werewolf who seems intent on challenging Stiles’ budding relationship with Derek.

Perception by DiscontentedWinter 

Peter Hale's client is a murderous sociopath. The best thing Peter can do is get him committed to Eichen House, where he'll never see daylight again. He thinks.

all the kissing by wearing_tearing

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Stiles, Derek’s husband. Now would you kindly take your hands off of him?”

There’s A Beast In My Heart (He’ll Only Bow To You) by RayShippouUchiha

“Stiles.” Derek fucking whimpers and if Stiles wasn’t already dying he’d kill himself for making Derek sound so hurt. Stiles just wants to protect him so much sometimes because no one else ever seems to realize that Derek is so goddamn fragile and Stiles hates them all a little bit for not being able to see that. Or In an effort to expel the Nogitsune Stiles is given the bite but it all goes horribly wrong.

You Belong to Me by bloodwrites

Stiles is glorious when he's angry. The fierce energy that flows through him is almost palpable, and it excites Derek, makes him feel alive like nothing else.

cover me (i'll bear your marks) 

It had taken a couple of years but when Stiles finally realized that he could do things to Derek that no one else could, he never stopped using that to his advantage. It was little things, at first. He could make the man smile, make him laugh. Stiles liked to see Derek soften around the edges in a way that he wouldn’t if Stiles were anyone else. The first time Stiles had touched him— really touched him, fingers moving up underneath the alpha’s henley, lips trailing down the side of his neck— Derek had shivered and let out a whine. And Stiles had realized then that he was in love with the way he could make Derek Hale melt underneath his fingertips.

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[aloeverawrites]

So it's been, ten years now? And I wanted to tell you all "The story of how the blueberries have been settling into life with humans and vice versa".

Civilisation's taking some time to adjust. Some people remember the war and hate blueberries, some blues feel the same way.

Some absolutely love the blueberries and I'm one of them. I actually have one living in my house, her name's Anna. I mean, I named her Anna I don't really know how to say her blue name, I don't have the mental capability of that. You have to have a sense only blueberries have to fully speak their language and my translator app can only do so much.

A lot of people have started having blueberries as pets, or the blueberries have started keeping us as pets? We disagree on who is whose pet, although we can kind of agree that the cats control us all. As they should. You haven't lived until you've seen a blueberry scrambling across the floor trying to run away from a cat that's insisting on an early dinner time. It's peak.

That said blueberries don't often get to interact with cats, see we have to take a special kind of antibiotic to kill bacteria we have that's fine for us, but not so great for them and vice versa. The blues are pretty similar to fungi except not that at all (I know, biologists are scrambling to keep up) so they have to make sure we don't catch anything weird from them either. Our medicines are doing better with our joint efforts but people and blues who cohabitate often have slightly worse immune systems than people who don't live with them. Sorry I shouldn't say people and blues, blues are people too tbh. Weirdly enough though, people who live with blues can see better and blues who live with people can hear and most blues can't really hear well at all. We don't understand it either. (The biologists really need to get to stepping with this.) So about the cat thing, we have to feed our cats a special food so their gets don't, you know, kill our homies. And not all cats take to it, so yeah not many blues live with cats. I am the lucky exception. Seeing them interact is just so funny.

We love the species we evolved with on earth with, don't get me wrong, but. It's been really nice to be able to talk, in the limited ways we can, to another species that has advanced technology and figured out space travel. Even if they have done better at space travel then us, and also technology in general. We're not resentful. :/ They do make fun of us for our spaceships and lack of ability to survive in space tho and it is very rude.

Anyway, also their translators have helped us speak to other species on earth, we've made huge advancements from that. Who knew spiders would be so good at engineering? (Well, spiders. The spiders knew that.)

Also, guess what we just discovered? It's so great, apparently the leaders from just before the invasion, were super disdainful about humans and also lower level blues so they sent their scientists to investigate us and find the worst ways to torment us. Similar to how things were on earth before the class war, the worst leaders didn't really listen to their scientists and activists much, so the lower level blues were kind of fed up with them too.

They liked humans and didn't really want to hurt us, so they told their leaders that humans hated things that we actually liked, like three day workweeks, and waygu beef. They also threw in the strawberry thing because, well if they're going to trick their leaders they might as well get something out of it and they had tasted strawberries when they were out in the field. They were never going back to a strawberry less existence.

So yeah, the kinder blueberries were covering humanity's ass back before we even knew they existed. I love those guys. (Well most of them-)

I'm writing this with Anna sleeping on my chest right now (does she sleep? Hibernate? Meditate? Nobody knows.) Life is a lot more peaceful now that we stopped letting the cruelest members of our species dictate how things were gonna go for everyone else.

The alliance between blues and humans has been great, as has the alliance between humans and every other species. We're pretty much all vegan now, nobody's killing anyone else. Plus lab grown food is super advanced now.

Yeah it's... nice. It just really shows that if you focus on caring about others, instead of hating them, the world can be a way more beautiful place for you all.

We've also been working together on a galactic defence program in case another alien species wants to get us both. We're also a little worried about the blue mainplanet changing policies and coming after us? Their base on Mars is basically a colony, shared with humans in exchange for letting them live on earth too.

The blues are considering sending some humans over as peacekeepers to begin immigrating to the blue planet and keep a solid human presence there to remind everyone not to, you know, kill us all. Also so they don't turn on the colony blues. We're trying to improve their technology so they can keep in touch with their home planet and keep them more united and maintain peace with the home world. (Also I will confess. We did create a new form of social media for them to keep them connected and now the blues are doing stupid lil dances across the lightyears. I know. Honestly we might have given the home world a reason to want to fight humanity-)

It's been working so far. It might not work forever. But, we'll deal with that day when we come to it. Humanity has dealt with worse. But we have peace now, and we're not going to waste it. We know how hard we fought for it, how many people died. So I'm going to stop writing and follow Anna's led and take a nap. My own version of peace in a peaceful world. The war can wait until we wake up.

"Dear earthlings, prepare to be my slave!" Announced the alien. "You will have to work 3 entire days from Monday to Wednesday, you will only get A5 wagyu steak for meals, and if that isn't cruel enough you'll have to work 2 entire torturing hours of picking strawberries every single work day!"

[dcxdpdabbles]

Wowza! You've been on a spree! Been loving all the content! Was wondering if you have any plans for Mr. Flavor? Mr. Flavor has become my favorite, and the latest update really cemented that for me. If not any ideas for core clusters? Either way may the Narwhal of inspiration continues to grace your presence!

Danny finds that his second kidnapping isn't as bad as the first. For one thing, Hoddie doesn't keep him locked up in one room. There are no chains, and he has a spacious bathroom and bedroom. They even provided him with a kitchen to cook his own meals, which is equipped with a lab, and is also available to him for his experimental pursuits or dietary needs whenever he chooses.

He's made about five carts of sodas- a dozen of each of these flavors- and he had the safety stored away to go sell on Monday at Anthony's Pasta.

On the other hand, Hoddie has assigned him two guards who are meant to stop Danny from "doing something stupid," such as eating his experimental flavors, jumping off the roof, or doing anything fun like holding his breath until he passes out. His guards had permission to spray him with a spray bottle, as if he were an untrained cat, should he attempt anything.

The worst part about all that was how well the spray bottle works. Hoddie had pulled it on him as a joke-or Danny thinks it was a joke-but the second the water touched his skin, his entire body withered in disgust.

He wound up on the ground, covering his face with his hands and thrashing around, muffling his screams with his palms. Hoddie had sprung into action, checking the bottle content and barking out orders to his men to get a medic, while carefully holding him down to stop his thrashing. There was a brief period when Hoddie thought he sprayed him with something else, but in the end, they were all able to confirm that it was just water, and that Danny just didn't like it.

Now the two guards, a couple of barely legal adults (nineteen years old, he thinks. A pair of newbies to whatever group Hoddie had going on), were stationed at his side, fiddling with the spray bottles like they were wielding weapons. Not that they lacked weapons.

Guns, Danny could see, were clipped to their belts, but he was far more fearful of the white bottles than seeing if being shot multiple times could get Phantom. The spray only made him feel discomfort, and not a hint of a ghost in return for the feeling.

"Don't even think about it," Snapped the redheaded man, whom Danny mentally titled Ginger.

"What's he doing now?" Sighed the other one with the long braid. Since the braid reached his mid-back and looked rather elegant in its silky black shine, Danny bestowed him the name Silk.

Ginger grabs Danny around his mid-drift, letting him off the crates he had been stacking to try to reach the window. It wasn't hard to see that he was in a basement, but the only exit was the stairway that Silk and Ginger stood on guard at, and the small window.

He dangles in Ginger's arms, miffed by how easily the slightly older boy can lift him. Danny has always been smaller than his peers, but it wasn't fair when he weighed like a box of air, too.

"I wasn't even doing anything," He grumbles as Ginger carries him to the couch to practically throw him into the cushions. Danny crosses his arms, scowling at the coffee table. Its surface is covered with various notes and test tubes for his latest flavor experiment, as well as some kind of toy that Hoddie called Kinetic Sand.

Hoddie gave him a bucket and some farm-shaped molds for "enrichment" while the house breaker went to do whatever the hell he was doing to keep Danny safe.

Danny hated how much he enjoyed sticking his hands in it.

"Look, kid, we know it's not fun to wait for Boss to do his thing, but we have to be patient in life." Started Silk, sounding far too much like a tired Jazz back when their parents were first beginning to let her babysit him for a few hours while they ran to the store. Danny doesn't remember how, but the chicken had come to life that day, and she had to fight it off with a broom. Good times.

"I'm not a kid. I'm seventeen."

"Practically a baby," Silk agrees with a nod, causing Ginger to snort.

Ice gathered on the back of Danny's knuckles. "What did you say?"

Silk raises his spray bottle, holding it in both his hands like he were aiming a gun. It's pointed right at Danny's face, between his eyes, and Silk's fingers rest on the trigger, ready to take the shot. "Be cool, kid."

Alarmed, Phantom's small ice vanishes, and Danny goes very still, holding up his arms. He licks his dry lips, eyeing the small hole that rests inside the tip of the spray. "I'm cool! We're cool! Everyone is cool! No need for violence, you know?"

Ginger hums, "Not if we all behave."

He comes up behind Silk, twirling his bottle so Danny can hear the horrid sound of the water sliding side to side in it. His heart dropped in his stomach. Carefully, telegraphing his every moment, Danny lowers himself to the floor, reaching for the sand and the cow mold. Silk's eyes narrow before he, too, lowers his hands.

"Glad we understand each other."

"I'd rather you shoot me," Danny mutters, piling purple fake sand- it feels artificial somehow, or maybe it was natural in this world dimension- into the mold, patting it down.

"I rather not piss off Boss. That's a man you don't want to cross."

"A Man." Danny lowers his voice, referencing an old TV commercial from home, "A manly man who mans his way through the manly woods of manhood."

Ginger and Silk shared an odd look between them before Ginger reached up and rubbed at his eyes. "You ain't right in the head, boyo."

"Oh yeah? Well, you're attractive! Leave some women for the rest of us." Danny hisses, pointing an accusing finger at Ginger. The man's face turned as red as his ruby locks while Silk snickered after a moment of confusion.

"I-"

Whatever Ginger was going to say is cut off by a loud crash. The three whip around to find the basement window had been smashed in. On the ground is broken glass, shimmering in the sunlight of freedom.

Oh, and there was also a silver cylinder, letting out a thick cloud of black smoke. The cloud of smoke fills the room at an almost inspiring speed, as it leaks out of its vessel, causing the cylinder to spin in circles from the force of its escape.

"Shit! We're under attack!" Silk cries, leaping to his feet. "

The door at the top of the stairway is kicked open, and three other cylinders go flying, landing at Danny's feet. His eyes widen, realizing that one is smaller than the rest, and he can only conclude it's a bomb.

"Gernande!" Danny cries joyfully, throwing his body on top of it. "I call dibs!"

"No!" Ginger screams, nearly smothered by the smoke that now covers the room in a deep darkness. "Kid! "

Dany spreads as much of himself as he can on it, counting the seconds before a soft boom goes under his stomach and a brief but intense bright light blooms around him, like an added chalk outline. He waits for a few seconds, but when nothing else happens, he sighs, standing up. "False alarm, it was just a flash bomb-"

"You son of bitches! You killed him!" Ginger yells from the direction of the bathroom, which was clear across the room, and Silk lets out a choking snarl from a different part of the room, but just as far away. Did they move? It would make sense to get away from the smoke and the potential grenade-

Bam!

Danny jerks backwards, letting out a gasp as his chest suddenly burns in agony. A hand shakily goes up to cup around the pain, only to realize his shirt is wet, and he doesn't remember getting sprayed. "Wha-"

Bam bam bam!

Danny's knees go out, and he's crumbling to the ground, a savage scream ripped from his throat, as suddenly his stomach, his right arm, and his shoulder are nothing but pain. His yell echoes through the room, overlapping the sound of something sharp being thrown through the air and fists hitting skin. He thinks he hears Silk cry out, but he can't make heads or tails of what's happening, too busy choking on his blood.

He shakes on the ground, doing everything he can to drag himself across the floor. Phantom has not stirred from inside him, nor has that part of himself sent out ice to seal the wounds. Not even his healing factor has started to numb the worst of the pain.

He has been shot as a very human Danny, and now, he may suffer the consequences of being human.

"No! No, no, no, no, not again." A voice sobs near Danny's head, before someone pushes him onto his back, pressing their hands over his wounds. Danny groans in pain.

"Hang on, kid. Hang on.!" Danny squints through unfocused eyes, looking into the face of a panicked man in a blue and black mask. His lip is bitten through and his odd costume of spandex is covered in Danny's blood. He must have passed out or something, because the smoke is gone, leaving a clear view of a basement torn apart, as if a wild boar had smashed through everything.

Hoddie stands over the stranger's shoulder, his hood down and his weird metal face covering the only thing keeping his face out of sight as he yanks bandages out of his many pant pockets.

A little further away, he can make out Silk with his head turned away in shame and Ginger weeping openly. Another two people are there: a kid in a hoodie and a sword, barking commands into a phone, while the one with an X across his chest stares back at Danny in mute horror.

He can't see his eyes through the mask, but Danny bets there are tears in them. There is a moment where he flounces out of his body, every sound slowed and muffled like he's not really part of the scene anymore. Danny can only hear his own heartbeat, slowing down, as the world starts to fade.

Danny almost gives in to the calming nothing before a sharp snap happens around his heart, near his core, and his healing factor boots online. The pain in his stomach lessens, and even the pain under the Blue Man's frantic hands that are trying to put pressure on his chest wound.

All of it, is getting attention from his healing factor at a speed he's missed. Phantom....he's so close. Danny is all but touching him.

It's enough to yank him back into his body's awareness, which can all be summarized to ow currently.

He giggles, accidentally causing a few spots of blood to land on Blue Man's face. "Deja vu...Am I right?....first the car....then the gun shot....and then comes a baby in a baby carriage."

"Don't talk! Save your strength!" The masked man chokes

Danny smiles, "I'm dying....."

"No." The voice is so choked up it sounds like gravel now. Danny can barely understand him. His body is starting to turn cold...like ice was racing through Danny's veins freezing him from he inside out.

"My... soda...."

"It's alright." Hoddie shushed him, grabbing his hand and holding it tight. His other hand went through Danny's hair in a comforting manner. "You're soda is safe. It's alright."

"I'm....dying..."Danny repeats his smile, stretching wider as the world starts to rapidly fade. His healing factor is still active beneath his skin, but it's not moving fast enough. It was almost a bee trying desperately to pollinate a flower bed before a flood crashed into the garden.

Hoodie's breath catches, sounding odd in his voice modifier, but he responds evenly. "It's alright. You're going to be alright. We're going to have some of your pumpkin pie flavor soda after this, yeah?"

"Re...all...y?" Danny coughs

"Yeah, kid, it 's going to taste delicious," Hoddie whispers comfrotingly. The hand in Danny's hair goes slower, almost as if it were trying to make him sleep. "The best damn thing I ever drink"

"What...ab...out....the other...on..e"

"All of them. If it's a Mr.Flavor soda, it's going to be the best drink to ever be created."

"Thank....you....for say...ing...th..a..t" Danny feels himself slip away entirely as the light in his eyes dims, and he goes slack.

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Nightwing feels the moment the boy dies, more than he sees it, and he can't do anything but let out a wail. Red Hood stops canning his fingers through the boy's dark locks to gently lower his eyelids close.

The boy's face, seventeen but still too young-looking, that most thought he was lying about his age, as he had always suspected the tiny thing to be closer to fourteen, looks gentle, almost sweet in its stillness. As if he merely fell asleep, were it not for the trail of blood running down his chin and on his clothes.

It was an accident. Nigwing, Robin, and Red Robin didn't know that the two men with the kid making threats were talking about a water spray or that they worked for Red Hood.

Red Hood and his two new gang members weren't aware that the Bats were searching for a meta who had just escaped a kidnapping and a hospital that same day. They just thought the kid got away from a meta trafficking ring that tracked them down to a safe house.

In the confusion, the two fired their guns in the direction of the intruders, unaware that the kid was standing in the middle. No one knows whose bullets landed, but no one really cares.

Red Hood gathers Nightwing into his arms, knowing the man needed his comfort now.

In the hollow silence that is only interrupted by Nightwings' cries, the six males are left staying at the body of Gotham's oddest little soda maker, who arrived without warning to Gotham and left it just as fast.

Five minutes go by before Robin takes a step towards. "We should call emergency services."

"I-"

Whatever Nightwing was going to say is cut off by two bright rings of light that burst to life around Mr. Flavor's corpse. They spread over the body, transforming it, until bright neon green eyes snap open and Mr. Flavor's voice rings through the shock silence.

"I live! Ma ha ha ha ha!"

[my-world-my-stories]

.... Again, i have no justifications for this one. I just want more 'pretty fat woman wears the latest in Yautja fashion' content because her giant GF loves her so much. She's like a gorgeous goddess in her eyes.

As proven by this Bonus Doodle

[bonejunky6669]

i just watched a tiktok analysis of The Locked Tomb's parallels to Lolita and holy shit. It's really mind blowing. i will never get over just how many layers upon layers of references and complexity there are in these books.

anyways the video really helped me realize why John has always majorly creeped me out. when i started getting in the tlt fandom here on tumblr after reading all three books i was a little surprised (but ig not that surprised because it kind of happens with all fandoms) by how many people love John and how...babygirl-ified he is. i found John very creepy and disingenuous in HTN, and i absolutely despised him by NTN. he's a sociopath and a truly horrible person hiding behind a mask of someone who is "eccentric" and "goofy dad energy" and "just trying to do whats best". I didn't feel like i was reading about John, i felt like i was reading about a silly and unthreatening persona named something silly and unthreatening like Jod. he's certainly an interesting character, and i love the way he's written, but i truly hate him as a person.

i also couldn't really put my finger on why all of his interactions with Harrow made me so uncomfortable, and this video really made me realize why. It's obvious that he is grooming Harrow throughout all of HTN (though, for what exactly? a stronger lyctor? a devoted follower? a person who views abuse and group sex as the norm?) and I realized that all of the contexts in which he refers to Harrow as his "daughter" are the wrong contexts to have a "daughter". He writes J+A in the sand, John plus the woman he was in love with, and proceeds it with J+H?? gross. so many of his interactions with harrow have this very surface level father-and-daughter-ness to them, which is purely because of the language John uses. when you stop listening to his words and only pay attention to his subtle actions and contexts he uses, John is a pathetic man with a power fantasy, and also a creep. he doesn't mean "daughter", he means "something I created. person I control." and as pointed out in the video, similar the Humbert Humbert's fantasy in Lolita about having a child with Dolores and turning that child into the next "Lolita".

also, Tazmiurs short story The Magicians Apprentice that she wrote before TLT? the relationship between the magician and the girl in the story is very similar to John and Harrow- which, if you go read the story or at least watch this tiktok and listen to the quotes from it- is disturbing to say the least. the parallels between eating, and the taking of ones childhood, and the eating of flesh and the eating of ones childhood is very horribly present. it almost makes me wonder if Nona's aversion to eating could be connected to this as well. (and even if some of this isn't intentional, i still think its interesting to be able to draw these parallels between all of these stories and try to make sense of the beautiful mess that is The Locked Tomb).

don't forget he also takes in Gideon, changes her name, and grooms her to be something that she isn't as well.

but the moment i truly started despising John was when he destroyed the earth, took its soul and made it into a woman, and made that woman his love. jesus christ.

i saw another tiktok about the potential that the wedding in ATN could be between John and Harrow...taking into account the Little Mermaid references (the original Little Mermaid, where the prince marries a nun instead of the mermaid) as well as all of the grooming John put Harrow through and the way he inserts Harrow as a stand-in for Alecto within his memories...yeah... literally my worst nightmare omg Gideon please kill your dad

i definitely recommend you watch these videos and look up other peoples opinions about these parallels because I'm kind of just repeating what they said and they'll certainly be more coherent than me lol

links to the videos:

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8hd8wR7/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8hd8aRf/

[bangchanplzbangme]

could you do hyunjin trying to paint a nude y/n but gets distracted and he just ends up destroying her

I literally love this trope. Especially with hyunjin because it fits him so well❤️

Warnings: MDNI, smut, table sex?, filthy hyunjin, oral (fem receiving)

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still life

his face could literally convince angels to sin for him. So it’s totally not your fault that u spoil him. It’s all because of his pretty face and gorgeous eyes. He’s been begging to paint you for so long, so giving in isn’t that bad. It’s just a painting, what could go wrong?

Nude paintings. Just a way for artists to expand their knowledge of anatomy. Nothing naughty. Just a way for your handsome boyfriend to get better at his hobby. And if you guys end up having sex in the studio, that’s a plus too.

as soon as you step in, he is on u like a pack of wolves. Carrying you to the bench, kissing your neck as he lays you down and unties your robe. “ thank you so much muse, thank you for letting me paint you” “anything for my pretty boy”

he brings out a canvas, and his most expensive set of paints. “ hyune? Why are you using the expensive ones?” “ you’re so pretty I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if this painting was anything less than perfection”.

the minutes tick by as he gets into the zone. Using his paints to create god knows what. You’re mostly busy looking at his face and zoning out. “Can I adjust you a little bit darling?” He comes over and begins to slowly position your body to match his vision when he suddenly stops. “Hyun?” He looks at your body and gulps. “I was so into painting that I forgot my girlfriend is naked and sexy, and sitting all pretty for me just so I could paint her”

you’re left struggling to keep up with him, and desperately tugging his clothes off. “Ffuck you’re so gorgeous baby. I think my muse can take me without prep”. You nod desperately trying to get him inside you as soon as possible. He bends you over the bench, and gently slides in. Immediately starts thrusting so hard you feel him in your throat. If someone was walking past, all they would hear was your broken screams and cries.

“ a-ah fuck muse you’re so perfect for me, my fucking soulmate, I love you so much, I think I’d die without you or your pretty pussy.” He leans down to bite your shoulder as he finishes on your back, pulling out to admire the dripping mess between your thighs, and all over your back. “Wait baby, stay just like that” he pulls out a Polaroid camera and snaps a picture of you, utterly defiled and ruined because of him. “ I think I’ll paint this next. Isn’t it so pretty baby?”