#my shoulders and traps really love it!! (sarcastic)

[animatedjen]

i loved your phone wallpapers you’ve released! the sense of composition is beautiful, which seems especially difficult since you’re translating a horizontal photo to also work vertically. i was wondering if there was any photos of bode you could crop? 🥺

obviously no pressure, you are a lovely busy person just doing this for fun! far be it from me to tell you what to spend your free time on.

either way, hope you have a wonderful day full of delight like finding a fiver you forgot about in your jacket!

Any excuse to post more Bode photos :')

[aajjks]

morning sex (m)

synopsis. To your surprise, you wake up in bed with your nightmare of a horny roommate and learn the advantages of morning sex.

pairing: horny roommate jungkook x fem!reader

genre: crack, 18+, cringe, smut, explicit, and dark comedy.

warnings. 18+, ëxplicit sèxùàl dïàlögùë, mïrör çhëck, sèxùàl téñsïøns, bïg dïçk ënërgÿ, çhëëky flïrts, sàssÿ çòmëbàcks, jungkook’s funnÿ bïg dïçk jôkës, hümørøüs ánd sèxy.

note. lmao I couldn’t resist he he’s such a fun character. I love writing him and honestly I kind of need him so bad even though he’s cringe as fuck.

You wake up to the most obnoxious thing ever.

Jungkook is spooning you.

Not in a nice, sweet way where he’s just trying to be comfortable.

No. He’s literally drooling on your shoulder, his chest pressing against your back like he’s staked his claim, and his hand is—oh no.

His hand is dangerously close to your chest.

Your eyes snap open. Oh hell no.

You try to wiggle out of his grasp, but it’s like trying to break free from a bear trap.

He’s clutching you like you’re the last life preserver on a sinking ship.

“Jungkook, get off!” you whisper-shout, but all he does is groan and snuggle into you deeper.

“What’s the rush?” His voice is muffled, his head practically buried in your hair. “It’s comfy here.”

“Yn babe look, my bed was really uncomfortable tonight so I had to sneak in your bed even if you mind I don’t really care and I think we should definitely have insanely hot morning sex.”

you want to slap the shit out of him.

You can’t even begin to process how absurd this is. How did this even happen? How did you go from roommates to this weird… spooning situation?

AND NOW MORNING SEX?

"Look, babe, morning sex? It's simple. You wake up, I get you off, and we both start the day feeling fucking amazing. No need to overthink it. It's like an instant mood booster, I swear."

You try again to push him off, but all you manage to do is accidentally press your ass into his—

oh no.

“So.. in conclusion we should definitely fuck baby, see I’m hard as fuck.”

You raise an eyebrow, biting back a smile. “Oh, so you’re really selling me on this morning… routine?” you tease, leaning in a little.

“Let me guess, does it come with a small surprise, or should I be worried it won’t rise to the occasion?”

You watch his face shift, that smug look he always carries flickering for just a second. It’s too much fun.

“Maybe if you prove it to me, I’ll consider it,” you finish with a wink, making sure he knows exactly what you mean.

“Babe, is this really how we’re doing this today?” Jungkook mumbles lazily, lifting his head just enough to stare at you with that mischievous grin of his.

You feel his chest rumbling with the deep chuckle that follows.

“Stop calling me babe!” you snap, now fully trying to pull away.

But the moment you try to move, he tightens his hold around your waist, practically trapping you in his vice-like grip. And he’s not even pretending to sleep anymore.

He’s wide awake, eyes gleaming with that cocky look that makes you want to strangle him—while simultaneously kiss him senseless.

You’re struggling to get out, but then, just as you’re about to give up, you feel something against your back.

Something hard.

Something you definitely didn’t expect to feel.

You freeze.

“Uh… Jungkook?” You swallow hard, trying to pretend you didn’t just notice what was happening.

His lips curve up into that infuriating smirk. “Oh, so you feel it now?”

Your face burns. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you—;”

“I mean, it’s not my fault you’re so cute and cuddly in the mornings.” He lets out a dramatic sigh. “I can’t help it, babe. I’m only human.”

You bite back a sarcastic retort. “You’re a man-child,” you mutter, trying to ignore the fact that the man is physically pressing himself against you, and it’s not just a “casual” spoon anymore.

He chuckles again, his fingers digging into your sides as if trying to tickle you into submission. “C’mon, you know you love it.”

Your frustration boils over. You twist around, and you have no idea how it happens, but somehow, you end up straddling him.

You stare down at him, breathing heavily from the combination of shock and—well, you’re not sure what you’re feeling anymore.

Jungkook’s face is completely smug, his hands resting lazily behind his head, like he’s a king and you’re his amused servant.

“You—” you bite your lip. “This isn’t funny, you know.”

“Then why are you on top of me, hm?” His voice is dangerously low now, a playful glint in his eyes. “Guess you wanted to be close.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this too,” he teases, eyes tracing over your body as if he’s memorizing every detail. His fingers slide down to your waist again, making you flinch.

“Jungkook, seriously—;” You don’t even get the chance to finish your sentence before he interrupts.

“Okay, fine, we’ll call it a draw. But—;” He smirks, his hands slipping down to your hips now, “…—I do have a lot of things I’d like to say, but I’ll wait for you to ask.”

You glare at him, ready to push him off you, but the moment you shift just enough, he’s at it again.

His lips are on yours, and you swear you feel the earthquake beneath you as he pulls you closer, his kiss deepening immediately.

He’s not even trying to be subtle anymore.

Jungkook’s hands are everywhere, and his lips are moving against yours with an intensity you didn’t expect this early in the morning.

“Guess we’re just doing this now, huh?” You whisper against his lips, struggling to keep some semblance of control.

“Oh, we definitely are,” he growls, suddenly flipping you onto your back and trapping you underneath him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re not getting away this time.”

You both know it’s only a matter of time before this chaotic situation completely spirals out of control.

The only question is how much longer you can keep pretending you don’t enjoy every second of it.

[1982grapejuiceblues]

Change Of Plans

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Stranger Lanes Part 1

Summary: Y/N just got dumped. By text. Her boyfriend left her for Claire—her coworker, her friend, and the girl who helped plan their summer group trip. Now Claire and Ben are sharing a car to the lake house. Y/N? She’s stuck riding with Harry—Claire’s freshly dumped, emotionally unavailable ex. They’ve barely spoken. They don’t even like each other. And they’re about to spend twelve hours trapped in a car together. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. But then again… nothing ever does.

A/N: I just came up with this (in my opinion) very cute story idea because its finally SPRING (although it feels so much more like summer) and I was really feeling those end of school, summer vibes. So here is my second story, Stranger Lanes! I'll be alternating between posting for this story and The Wrong Pitch (my other series) each day. I hope you guys love teacher!Harry because thats who we're getting today. He's grumpy, quiet, broody, and everything we could ever dream of. Hope you guys love him as much as I do!

Warnings: Off-page infidelity / betrayal (Y/N’s partner cheats with a friend) | Breakup fallout and emotional processing | Anxiety, emotional withdrawal, and dissociation | References to emotional repression (in others and self) | Passive-aggressive group dynamics | Alcohol use (coping, casual context) | One (1) sarcastic mention of wanting to “die in Indiana” | Dry humor layered over grief

Word Count: 1.7K

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It started with a text.

Not a fight.

Not a conversation.

Not even a slowly decaying vibe.

Just a text. Dry. Colorless. Utterly insufficient.

Hey. I think it’s only fair I’m honest with you. Claire and I are seeing each other. We didn’t plan it.

Y/N read it once. Then again. Then a third time, more slowly—like it might morph into something less ridiculous if she squinted hard enough.

It didn’t.

She stood in the middle of her kitchen, one hand gripping the fridge door like it was holding her upright. The glow of the fridge light spilled across her feet and the tile in soft gold, humming like it was trying to fill the silence. It didn’t.

She hadn’t even taken her shoes off yet.

Ben.

Ben had sent that.

Ben, her boyfriend of three years.

Ben, who alphabetized their spice rack.

Ben, who had built her a bookshelf for her birthday and painted it teal because it “felt like a happy color.”

Ben, who had Claire saved in his phone as “Claire 🌱” because, apparently, she was “good with plants.”

Y/N closed the fridge door slowly and let her phone slide facedown onto the counter.

She didn’t scream. She didn’t throw anything.

She didn’t cry. That would’ve made sense.

Instead, she opened the freezer, took out the pint of overpriced salted caramel gelato she’d been saving for “a bad day,” and stared at it like it had betrayed her too.

Claire.

She leaned against the counter. Crossed her arms. Uncrossed them.

Claire.

As in Harry’s girlfriend Claire.

As in district golden girl, perennial staff lounge contributor, fake-humble about her sourdough starter Claire.

Claire who had cried on Y/N’s shoulder at the end-of-year cookout two weeks ago because Harry was “distant” and “always reading alone when she just wanted to connect.”

Claire who had helped plan the lake trip. Who made the group spreadsheets. Who told Y/N—literally, word for word—that she “was lucky to have someone like Ben. He’s so emotionally available.”

Y/N laughed. Once. Short and dry, like a cough in a church pew.

She put the gelato back in the freezer.

-

She didn’t text back. She didn’t call.

She sat on the edge of her bed, in the tank top she’d taught summer school in, and stared at her laundry pile like it might have answers.

Her phone buzzed again.

I’m sorry

That was it. No period. No elaboration. Just two words that sounded more like a receipt than a confession.

She powered her phone off. Not because she was angry. But because she couldn’t bear to watch the read receipts play chicken with her rage.

-

The next morning, she packed a bag.

Not dramatically. Not even thoughtfully. She just started folding things—loose sleep shorts, that one bra that still held its shape, the tank top with the bleach stain she usually saved for movie nights—and shoved them into a weekender tote like she was running from a hurricane. Which, in a way, she was.

She left Ben’s keys on the counter. Took her spare set. Didn’t lock the door behind her.

-

Her sister opened the door in a charcoal gray face mask and one of those oversized sweatshirts that read PROPERTY OF NO ONE across the chest.

“Oh,” she said, blinking. “It happened?”

Y/N nodded.

“Claire?” Her sister had heard about Claire. Or more specifically, “Claire 🌱”.

Y/N nodded again.

Her sister stepped aside like a bouncer. “Come in. Do you want wine or revenge?”

Y/N dropped her bag in the hallway. “What kind of wine?”

-

She stayed for three nights. Then five. Then seven.

She didn’t go back to their apartment—not once. Ben texted a few times, but the messages were all logistical. Do you want the basil plant? Are the insurance papers in the drawer? Should I grab your blender too?

She didn’t answer. He Venmo’d her $300 without a note. She transferred it to savings and blocked his number.

Her sister didn’t ask questions. She made breakfast-for-dinner three times and gave her the better half of the couch, and only once did she gently ask if Y/N wanted to talk about it.

“I think I will,” Y/N said. “Later.”

It wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t soon.

-

She spent most of her days scrolling—TikTok, Pinterest, Zillow like she could manifest a life somewhere coastal. She read three chapters of a novel before putting it down and flipping to something trashier. She started a letter to Ben and then deleted it. She started a letter to Claire and imagined reading it aloud into a hairbrush like she was Nikki Minaj mic’d at the VMAs.

None of it helped. But it filled the time.

-

The summer trip loomed.

The group chat still pinged daily—mostly Claire, ironically. She sent weather updates and playlists and matching merch links (“Isn’t this cute for a group pic??”) like she hadn’t detonated the entire social dynamic of the group with her soft little garden-gloved hands.

Y/N didn’t mute the chat. She just watched.

Every so often, someone—usually Ali—would DM her privately and say something like “you’re still coming, right?” or “we can totally make it chill, like totally separate spaces, no drama.”

She didn’t respond. Not because she was ghosting. Just because there wasn’t an answer that didn’t sound like she was lying to herself.

-

On day nine, her sister brought in the mail and tossed a catalog onto the couch.

It landed next to Y/N with a heavy thwap. A furniture store ad. The front read:

CHANGE STARTS HERE.

Y/N stared at it for a full minute.

Then she said, “Ali’s gonna call, isn’t she?”

-

It happened at 9:17 p.m., which already felt like a hostile time for unsolicited optimism.

Y/N was on the couch again, wearing the same sweatshirt she’d claimed from her sister’s closet five days ago and scrolling through Instagram like she was watching someone else’s life. Weddings. Beach trips. Dogs on paddle boards.

Her legs were half-asleep under a blanket she didn’t remember pulling over herself. Her phone was warm in her palm. She had just watched an entire video of someone organizing a pantry with acrylic bins and was about to rewatch it when her screen lit up with a name she both loved and feared:

Ali 🌙

Y/N stared at it.

Her thumb hovered.

Then she accepted the call and held the phone to her ear with the energy of someone walking into a trap.

“Please tell me you’re not calling to ask if I’ve forgiven them.”

“No,” Ali said immediately. “God, no. I’m not insane.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Then what.”

“I have an idea.”

“Ali.”

“A solution.”

“Ali.”

“You have to hear it.”

“I truly do not.”

“You do,” she insisted. “Because it’s genius. It’s fate. It’s actually so perfect, I think the universe is throwing you a bone.”

“Is it a bone or is it a grenade?”

“Okay, so—”

Y/N groaned and dropped her head back against the couch. “Start over. From the top. Slowly.”

Ali exhaled dramatically. “Fine. You know how you were supposed to drive up to the lake house with Ben.”

Y/N stayed silent.

“And now you are, obviously, not doing that because Ben is… dead to us.”

Still silent.

“Well, Harry was supposed to drive up with Claire.”

Ah. There it was.

“And now he’s not. Because Claire is, you know, Ben’s rebound wife.”

“I’m going to vomit,” Y/N muttered.

Ali ignored her. “So now Harry has a car. You need a ride. He needs a co-pilot. You don’t want to drive alone. See where I’m going with this?”

Y/N was silent for a long time.

Then: “I’ve spoken to him twice.”

“Three times.”

“Ali.”

“I think he said you had a nice voice once.”

“He asked if I had a pen.”

Ali was undeterred. “He’s quiet. But he’s not mean. And he said he’s still going.”

“You already asked him?”

“Maybe.”

“Ali.”

“I mean. Yes.”

“Oh my god.”

“I swear he didn’t even sound annoyed! He was just like, ‘sure, whatever.’ That’s practically a love letter from Harry.”

Y/N groaned again and pulled the blanket over her face.

“Just—think about it,” Ali added. “It’s a long drive. You can listen to audiobooks. Or just put in your headphones and ignore him. It doesn’t have to be bonding. It can be… logistical.”

“Like co-parenting a twelve-hour road trip.”

“Exactly.”

Y/N peeked out from under the blanket. “He said yes?”

“Yes. Kind of. I think. I texted and he replied ‘fine.’”

“Wow. I feel so cherished.”

Ali snorted. “He’s just… not a words guy.”

“What is he then?”

“A scowl guy. A hoodie guy. A tragic poetry guy.”

“Oh god.”

“You’re gonna have a great time.”

“I’m going to die in Indiana.”

Ali paused. “Okay but if you do, at least make it look like an accident. Don’t ruin the vibe of the trip.”

-

The worst part wasn’t that she was considering it. The worst part was that it made sense.

She didn’t want to rent a car. She didn’t want to fly and pretend she wasn’t terrified of turbulence. She didn’t want to miss the trip entirely, because Claire and Ben didn’t get to take that from her too.

And Harry, despite being barely more than a moody silhouette in the hallway during staff meetings, wasn’t a serial killer. As far as she knew.

She pulled up his contact in her phone. She’d never texted him before. His name was just Harry Styles, no emoji, no notes. A blank profile image. He was, in every way, a placeholder.

She stared at the screen for a long moment.

Then typed:

Ali says you’re okay with driving together. Is that real or was she hallucinating from heat exhaustion?

The dots appeared almost immediately.

It’s real.

Y/N squinted at the screen.

I can pick you up Saturday at 7?

Seven. In the morning. On a Saturday. Before she had coffee.

Was he trying to make her hate him?

Seven AM???

It’s a twelve-hour drive.

I’m aware of the concept of distance, Harry.

Good. I’ll bring coffee.

She paused.

That was… civil. Almost human.

What kind of coffee?

Black.

Are you trying to make this as miserable as possible?

Do you take yours with glitter and oat milk?

Y/N smirked.

I take it with hope and joy, actually.

Cool. I’ll bring despair and an aux cord.

She let out a sound that surprised her—a laugh, small and sharp, like she hadn’t remembered what it felt like to make one.

Then she replied:

Fine. But no true crime podcasts unless I pick them.

Deal.

[writingsbytee]

PARENT TRAP?

AARON PIERRE x BLACK FEM READER

*Remember you are in charge of your own consumption. 18+ up audiences only; minors please don’t interact!* THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION 

*Please do not plagiarize, repost, or steal my work. This doesn’t count for re-blogs!*

SUMMARY: Doing your best to avoid all signs of your ex, you’re “unknowingly” thrusted back into his presence. Surprise! 

PAIRING: Aaron Pierre x Reader (Zara)

WARNINGS: Alcohol Use, Swear words,

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’ve been in a really angsty mood lately, reading a lot of dark romances, and I’m caught in the neverending drama of it all. So naturally, I had to write something myself. It might not be good, but I just really wanted to show love to our man. So read it, don’t read it, I really like this piece. I really want this to have like a 2000s black rom-com vibe, with some modern-day lingo mixed in. I didn’t specify how long the reader and Aaron have been apart; let’s just say anywhere from 8 -18 months. 

DIVIDER:  @anitalenia

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ZARA

“You didn’t tell me HE was going to be here!” you  whispered to your best friend, Marnie.  

“It’s Kelvin’s birthday, you knew he was going to be here, Zara. Don’t blame it on me, blame it on Kelvin. This whole ‘parent trap’ thing was his idea,” Marnie finished with an eye roll.

“Wait, Parent trap? So Aaron doesn’t know that I’m here?” you ask, a slight edge to your voice. 

“I mean, he knew you coming tonight would be a possibility, but did we tell him? No, we did not, surprise!” Marnie ended with a sarcastic smile and roll of her eyes. Your heart rate increases at the thought of seeing Aaron again. Heading to the kitchen with your head on a swivel, you head straight for the drinks. Immediately starting with two shots to calm your nerves. You and Aaron obviously had history, the two year whirlwind romance you shared held a permanent place in your heart. When Aaron’s star started to rise creating more distance between you two, you decided to break it off so he could fully devote himself to his craft. Feelings were still there on your end, but did Aaron still feel the way he used to for you? 

“Are you THAT nervous about seeing him again Zee? Because if you are, tell me now, I’ll come up with an excuse and we’re out of here,”Marnie says, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You shake your head, “I can handle it, it just caught me off guard. I’m a big girl, it’ll be fine, plus I can always get an Uber home if you want to stay. I know you’ve been dying to reconnect with Alexa tonight,” you finish with a smirk. Your bestie blushes at the mention of her current crush. 

“C’mon we both need to loosen up!”Marnie links her arm with yours, pouring heaping cups of jungle juice for you both. As you both turn to make your way to the main room, Kelvin comes into the kitchen. 

“Well, if it isn’t double trouble!! Hey y’all!” Kelvin's jovial nature immediately puts you at ease bringing a smile to your face. Wrapping you both in a quick hug, you and marnie exchange ‘happy birthdays’ to Kelvin. When you glance over Kelvin’s shoulder and you spot Aaron. Looking absolutely scrumptious in a black fitted tee, khakis, birkenstocks, and finishing it all off with his signature gold chain. God, why did he have to be so fine?! 

Averting your attention back to your friends, you playfully slap Kelvin’s shoulder. “Y’all asses ain’t slick! You could’ve told me Aaron was going to be here instead of blindsiding me!”, the liquor already beginning to make an appearance. 

Kelvin made a face at you, “Zara, he’s my best friend. Did you REALLY not think he wasn’t coming? Because you’re wearing the outfit he likes,”Kelvin finishes with a smirk, raising his cup to his lips.

“Clock-it!!” Marnie squeals, toasting Kelvin.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you take a small sip of your drink, “Fuck you both”

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AARON

Aaron couldn’t keep his eyes off you. From the minute you and Marnie made your entrance, he’d always feel his eyes drawn back to you. You had to know he’d be here, he thought. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have worn his favorite outfit. The thought made a devious smirk appear on his lips.

“Oh no, what’s that face for?” Kelvin chuckled looking at his friend. 

Aaron shook his head, “She’s not even going to come over and say hi? Kel, she’s wearing ‘the outfit’,” he said, his head falling back with a groan.

Kelvin laughs at his friend, “Just go talk to her, you’re acting like y’all aren’t in love with each other. It’s sad.” Kelvin presents a shot glass to his boy, “Take this for courage and go talk to Zee, she misses you man.”

Aaron’s eyes leave Zara’s frame before shooting to Kelvin, “She said that?” His voice held an eagerness that wasn’t missed by him or Kelvin. Aaron shakes his head before taking the shot, he hadn’t even spoken to you yet and here he was 17 years old again. 

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, taking a step in your direction 

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ZARA

“Ok, don’t look now, but Aaron’s coming over here” Marnie says, before patting your shoulder twice and walking away. Fucking traitor, you thought. Your eyes met Aaron’s almost instantly, the muted lighting making his eyes appear mossy green. You just stood there, shifting nervously from foot to foot waiting for his approach. 

“Funny meeting you here,” Aaron says, winking in your direction. You roll your eyes, a smirk on your face, “Yeah a party at a mutual friend's house, who would’ve thought,” you said, bringing your cup up to your lips. 

Aaron notices your reaction and smiles, “How’ve you been, Zee?”

Wanting to deflect, you change the topic,”I should be asking you that! I’m seeing you everywhere now. Congrats! I knew you could do it.” You land a playful punch on Aaron’s arm, immediately cringing at the action. He raises a brow at you, his smirk turning into a full on grin. 

“You haven’t changed a bit,”Aaron says, taking a sip of his drink. 

An exaggerated scoff leaves your lips, “I have changed! I lost ten pounds and 2 inches off my waist” you finished, with a spin to emphasize your point. Aaron’s eyes slowly trail up your frame. Of course he noticed the slight difference in your physical appearance. He thought you looked absolutely edible, but he’d always thought that. Aaron wanted to know what you’d been up to while you were apart. More importantly, he wanted to know if you were seeing anyone and if he still has a shot.

“You’ve been ducking my calls,” He states, his voice lowering. 

You look away, not wanting to meet his gaze, “I didn’t know what to say.”

Aaron’s eyes softened at your confession, you were just as nervous as he was, “Well now that I have you here, you can’t run. How’ve you been Zee? I really want to know.” His tone is light, and inviting which puts you at ease. But, there’s also a depth to it, a genuine interest that’s always been there, even when life separated the two of you. 

“I’ve just been working, I got a promotion at my IT firm. I have my own little team now, I’m heading a new proposal for a real estate agency, and I’ve been focusing more on my well-being, physically and mentally. I know it’s a cliche thing to tell your ex, but It’s really all I’ve been doing,” your nerves get the better of you, forcing you to shut your mouth. Aaron just smiles at you, remembering how you once told him about how nervous he made you, he’s glad that aspect of your relationship hasn’t changed. 

Pride swelled in his chest at your accomplishments, “That’s what I’m talking about, congratulations Zee, you’re killing it!” He gazes down at you, trying to memorize all your features that may have changed during your time apart. His gaze drifts down, taking in your curves, taking in the subtle changes, “You always look good to me, Zee.” A hint of longing tinges Aaron’s voice, remembering the time you both spent together, the laughter, the whispered dreams shared at 2am over ice cream. 

A giddy nervousness mixed with your alcohol consumption caused a warm flush to take over your body. “Enough about me, what’s new with you Mr. Moviestar?” you ask. 

A chuckle rumbles in Aaron’s chest at the nickname, though it’s tinged with weariness. ‘Mr. Moviestar”  was cute before the fame, hanging out in his little apartment, watching old movies, and dreaming big. Now it feels like a caricature, a mask he has to wear to keep up appearances. 

But, for you, he lets his guard down, “To be honest, it’s all been a whirlwind,” he admits. “Shooting schedules, premiers, interviews…it’s non-stop, but it’s a good kind of crazy if that makes sense.” 

His eyes meet yours, a silent apology for his absence, the distance, leading to your breakup looming in his expressive doe eyes. “I miss having someone to share it with, to talk to when things get overwhelming.” 

A small pout forms on your face at Aaron’s confession. You miss him, how could you not? You didn’t end the relationship because you fell out of love with him, quite the opposite. You loved him so much, you were willing to let him go so he could focus on becoming who he is today. You felt like he wouldn’t be able to do that, while still focusing on maintaining a long distance relationship. With your promotion, came a move. Well it wasn’t really a move, your job is permanently remote and your company didn’t care where you set up shop. So, you packed up and moved to LA, hoping to win your man back. 

Aaron’s gaze held yours, intense and searching, as if trying to read your thoughts and feelings. A warmth seeping into your belly, ‘there’s no way he could’ve gotten finer’ you thought. The air between the two of you crackled with unspoken tension, a mix of longing and uncertainty. It was like someone pressed play, feelings you thought were gone now flooding back to the surface with a vengeance. You still felt so deeply for Aaron, time doing nothing to stop or slow down the love you  still felt for the green-eyed gentle giant in front of you. 

“You know,” he begins, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Sometimes I think about what it would’ve been like if we didn’t break up…” He trails off, a sad smile taking over his face as he shakes his head slightly. Aaron didn’t want to make you feel guilty for making the best decision for you at the time. “Never mind, there’s no point in dwelling on the past.”

A warmth blooms in your chest, a feeling that’s usually reserved only for Aaron hits you full force. “You’re right you know,” you say a teasing smile makes its way onto your face. “I did wear this outfit for you. Aaron, I moved from New Orleans to LA for you.” 

His heart skipped a beat at your confession, a wave of guilt washing over him. Of course, he remembered your move, Kelvin told him about it. His heart raced at the idea of you two being in the same city again. And yet, in the chaos of his rising star, and with you dodging his calls, he stopped checking up on you. 

“Aww, baby, I had no idea,” he says, reaching out, his thumb stroking the back of your hand soothingly. His eyes search yours, filled with remorse and a desperate desire to make things right. 

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I don’t want to lose you, Zara. Not now, not ever. We can figure this out, I want to figure this out with you.”

You bite your lip, trying to mask the grin threatening to break through. “Well, I should’ve been better at communicating. I let my insecurities about our relationship get the best of me, and our breakup was a result of that. I used your rising star as an excuse. I do want you to succeed and take your career as far as it will go. I guess I just couldn’t see where your civilian girlfriend fits into your Hollywood actor life.”

Aaron looked at you intently, his expression open and vulnerable. “So what changed?”

A nervous expression painted your face, your lower lip finding home beneath your canine, “I missed you. I don’t want to be without you anymore. I think we both deserve another chance to really try and make a go of it for real this time.” Aaron’s eyes light up at your words, a spark of hope igniting within him. He places his cup on a nearby end table, and he cups your face gently, thumb sweeping over your cheekbones as he searches your features. 

“I believe you, Zara,” he says softly, conviction coating his words. “And I believe in us. We have a foundation, a history that’s stronger than any obstacle we might face. I’m not losing you again.”

He leans in, his lips hovering just a few inches from yours. “So let’s start anew, okay? No regrets, no more ‘what ifs’. Just you and me, moving forward, together.” With that he closes the gap, lips meeting yours in a tender passionate kiss. The lip lock is a gesture of commitment, of renewal, a declaration that he’s ready to fight for your relationship. To build a future that’s equal parts passion, love, and stability.

As he pulls back from the kiss, Aaron’s gaze remains locked on yours, filled with a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless. He takes a step back, offering his hand,”After they cut the cake, we’re out of here. I meant what I said Zee. I want to prove to you that I’m committed to us, to making this work. To showing you that you’re my priority, above everything else.”

Your eyes glisten with unshed tears at the conviction of Aaron’s words. His thumbs brush under your eyes collecting the moisture before your makeup gets ruined. “I’m a mess,” you say with a sniffle. 

Aaron smiles, “But you’re MY mess. Come on baby, I think they’re about to sing Happy Birthday to Kel.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, before grabbing your hand and leading you toward the dining room, excited for this next journey in your lives. 

UNTIL NEXT TIME

TEE <3

[nicka-nell]

Can i request tsukishima, kuroo, semi and futakuchi being interrumped at sexy moments with their s/o (for example, they are kissing your neck so slowly that you can't breathe and boom! the door bell)

Hi anon! I don't know what happened, but I suddenly had a big boost of motivation and just wrote your sweet request. 😅🥰 I really need to get back into writing... It was so unfamiliar and kind of hard, but it was still fun. Sorry if it's kind of bad. I tried my best. 🥹

Getting interrupted during sexy time

Pairing: Tsukishima x, Kuroo x, Semi x, Futakuchi Kenji x reader

Warning: fluff, slightly mention of nsfw, mdni

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Tsukki... are you still reading through that report on dinosaurs?” you sigh as you get up from his bed and walk over to his desk, looking over his shoulder. 

“This isn’t just any dinosaur. It’s a Camptosaurus, one of the rarest. Researchers found bones of this dinosaur a few days ago.” Tsukishima replies in his usual tone. Instead of answering him, you just nod with a slight smile. It’s actually quite cute when he talks about something that fascinates him. 

“Ooh, I see... what did they look like before?” you ask curiously, taking the opportunity to roll his desk chair backwards and sit on his lap. A grumpy ‘hey’ escapes Tsukishima as you make yourself comfortable, your back against his chest. He accepts it and puts his free hand around your waist. 

“Here... this is what a camptosaurus used to look like.” Tsukishima leans forward. You automatically move with him as he hands you his cell phone and you look at the pictures in the report. “Wow, that’s a big dinosaur. I’d be an easy snack for it.” you giggle and glance to the side at Tsukishima, who is looking over your shoulder at his cell phone. 

“No, they were herbivores. At most, it would eat your plants that you look after sporadically,” he replies sarcastically, and you stick your tongue out at him before laughing lightly. Now he looks away from his cell phone and up at you. 

“What? I’m right,” he says, and you just roll your eyes playfully. “Sometimes you’re really mean. But I love you for it.” You reply and watch Tsukishima’s eyes widen for a moment. The tips of his ears redden before he turns away. Oh Tsukki... you think and turn a little more in his lap, so that you are now facing him head-on, before you cup his cheeks with your hands and kiss him. “What, shy?” You say mischievously, but he only returns your grin with an arrogant look. 

“Shy? Did you see your reflection in my glasses?” he teases back and leans forward, trapping you between himself and the table. “Oh, now I’m scared,” you say sneeringly, as Tsukishima pulls you towards his hips by your waist, his face bent forward. “Don’t be cheeky, or else-“

“Or else what?” you interrupt him before he whispers softly, “Punishment.” Before you can get any further into your teasing, you feel his warm lips on yours. Your heart beats fast and you feel like you’re on fire. His fingertips, which sneak lightly under your t-shirt and touch your skin, make you sigh softly.

“Have you lost your tongue?” he whispers before his lips meet yours again. His kiss is slow and long. His tongue parts your lips before the kiss becomes even more intimate. 

You feel his thumbs caressing your bare skin under your shirt, slowly traveling up your sides before you break away from the kiss and look at him with a mischievous grin. “Who knows? Looks like you’re going to have to try to get me talking again.” 

“Easy.” he replies grinning, before he starts to kiss your neck. His lips are warm on your skin, his teeth nibble lightly. 

“Is that a challenge?” you breathe as you tilt your head back, your hands wrapping around Tsukishima’s neck. You feel his smirk on your neck, his hands pushing your shirt up and his upper body pressing even closer to yours, pushing your back further against the table behind you. “Mhh Tsukki...” you sigh and feel the desire for more rising inside you.

“Easier than I thought.” he smiles triumphantly as he continues to kiss your neck when you suddenly hear the door opens. 

“Do you want to have dinner with us later or are you going to the cinem-?” you hear Akiteru, who enters the room happily and quickly gets wide-eyed when he sees you both. 

“Eh, I… well... I think mum just called.” He turns around somewhat awkwardly and instantly closes the door behind him. Embarrassed, you put your face in your hands and feel like sinking into the ground. 

“Oh my God, how shameful...” you sigh, but instead of being embarrassed, Tsukishima clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. “Annoying... He’s old enough to know that doors aren’t decorative objects. They’re there to be knocked on before you pull the door open,” he says with a slightly annoyed undertone. 

You feel your face grimace as you glare at him. “That’s not funny Tsukki. How am I supposed to look your brother in the eye at dinner now?” 

Your snappy words make Tsukishima roll his eyes again. But it’s not an annoyed eye roll, more like an amused one. “Just don’t look him in the eye if it bothers you that much. But just for the record... my room has neither airtight windows nor doors. In other words, it’s not a soundproof room. Don’t you think my brother knows what we do here at night? I’m pretty sure he hears you every time. You’re not exactly quiet, are you?” Tsukishima teases you with a smirk before leaning forward and pulling your hands away from your face to look at you. 

“Tsukki! My God, why would you say that? I hate you!” you say mad, feeling the heat only rise to your face more before you kick him lightly and sigh more. Ah, Tsukishima loves to see your embarrassed face when he teases you. “Sure, that’s why you annoy me every day.” he smirks before giving you a kiss on the nose. 

The national team’s volleyball matches are coming up again and Kuroo is working overtime more often. He’s staying late at the office today. He's the only one except for a few colleagues there, when you knock on his office door and enter it. With a gentle smile, you hold a bag of food in the air. Kuroo still seems to be in a videoconference. You quietly unpack the box of food and place it on his desk before making yourself comfortable on the sofa in the corner of his office as you wait for his meeting to be over. 

It doesn’t take long for him to say goodbye and take his headset off his head, rubbing his eyes tiredly before clicking on the “leave” button for the online meeting. 

With an understanding smile, you walk to him, wanting to ask him if you should massage his shoulders, but Kuroo is already stretching out his hands, grabbing yours, before pulling you onto his lap and giving you a kiss.

“Don’t forget to eat something in between,” you say worriedly as Kuroo leans his head against your chest. “You know I’m not a child to look after, right?” Kuroo says teasingly, even though he likes that you’re worried about him. 

You roll your eyes lovingly before looking at the bento box you have prepared for Kuroo. You release your hands from his before reaching for the box to open it. Still sitting on his lap, you pick up the chopsticks and a small piece of tamagoyaki before you bring it to Kuroo’s mouth. “Go on, eat my little baby.” you tease him warmly as Kuroo grins and puts his hands around your waist, opens his mouth and lets you feed him. 

“Well, kitten, I could get used to that,” he purrs as you giggle. “In your dreams. Don’t get too used to it. You’re not old and fragile yet.” you say as you reach for the next piece of tamagoyaki, but you pause as Kuroo’s lips move gently over your neck, nuzzling your skin. 

“I’m actually hungry for something else,” he whispers in your ear as he starts to nibble on your earlobe. His thumb lightly caresses your hip, his breath is warm on your skin and you quickly realize how shy you suddenly feel. 

“Tetsu... there are still colleagues of yours in the office... what if someone comes in? We shouldn’t do something so naughty here.” You reply sheepishly and look to the side. But Kuroo doesn’t even think about stopping now. 

The week was more exhausting than usual. He was hardly ever at home and had many meetings with sponsors or young talents who needed to be supported. To avoid waking you up in the middle of the night, Kuroo either slept in his office or on the sofa in the living room. He misses being close to you. He was glad to see you again today after a hard day. You somehow looked even more charming than usual today. Even if that’s not possible. He’s sure you could have come into his office in sweatpants and a baggy jumper, but his first thought would still have been, ‘wow, that’s my wife’.

“Let them be. There should only be a few colleagues left, anyway. The colleagues who are still working have no reason to come into my office,” Kuroo says throatily between kisses, before his hand strolls from your hip to your chin, he moves away from your neck and peers at you mischievously.

“Besides, you’re the one who said my statement was indecent. How could you possibly think that I had something naughty in mind? I actually only wanted to eat the rice in the bento box and not the egg,” Kuroo says you with a grin. 

Embarrassed, you try to look away, but his hand on your chin stops you. “Now I feel a bit silly. Then... wait, I’ll give you the rice,” you say almost shyly, but Kuroo chuckles. 

“Where do you think you’re going? That was a lie. The thing I crave most right now is right in front of me.” he whispers almost like a predator looking at his prey as he brushes your lips with his thumb before his hand moves to the back of your head when he pulls you close to kiss you. 

His kiss is slow but firm. His tongue quickly finds its way between your lips and makes your heart beat even faster. “Tetsu...” you sigh between kisses, feeling his grin on your lips. “Oh my kitten, don’t worry about the others here. If you stay quiet, no one will hear us, and no one will find out that we’re about to give the desk a quality check.” 

“Shush, you talk too much.” You say sheepishly, feeling his hand wrap itself tighter in your hair as his other hand slides under your top. 

Kuroo is just about to say something, when the vibrating of his mobile phone makes him sigh briefly. He considers answering it, but then he ignores the call and concentrates on kissing you again, pressing your body even closer to him on his lap. “Ah, Tetsu, at least see who’s calling you. Maybe it’s important.” 

“You’re the most important thing right now,” he says hungrily, but you push him away and look at him seriously. Kuroo sighs in frustration, making a mental note to block the contact who has now called him and disturbed your togetherness and remove him from his friend’s list if it’s not really important. 

He clicks his tongue as he reaches for his phone and picks it up even before he can read who is calling him. But his annoyed expression suddenly changes. His eyes grow wide, almost panicked, as he reaches for his mouse and looks at his computer screen. “Kuroo-san, you really seem to have a lovely wife, and I don’t want to disturb you. But… You’re still in the meeting and we can hear and see you,” says an investor with whom he and two of his colleagues were at the meeting earlier. 

Kuroo checks the app he had used for the meeting and sees that instead of clicking the “Leave” button, he had simply minimized the window. He was still in the meeting and everyone could see and hear you. Caught and with a charming smile, Kuroo apologizes before quickly leaving the meeting, almost not daring to look in your direction. Because he knows that you are staring at him with a look that could kill. 

Semi is sitting in his garage as he plays a melody on his guitar and goes through the lyrics he wrote yesterday when he was slightly drunk and partying with his band mambers. 

He is not entirely happy with the melody. It sounds so sad, although the lyrics are actually beautiful. Maybe he should take a break? After all, he’s been practicing here for a while now. “Just one more time, then I’ll take a break,” he mumbles to himself as he starts to play a new melody to the song. Completely in his element, he doesn’t notice when the door to his garage opens and you walk in. 

You wait until he has finished his song before you start clapping. Semi flinches before looking towards the door in your direction. He grabs a cushion that’s next to him on the sofa and throws it in your direction. “Tell me, are you trying to kill me with a heart attack? I’m not that successful yet that it would be worth it for you,” he pouts, but he doesn’t mean any offense. 

Laughing, you catch the pillow and throw it back before walking to him and placing two bottles of juice and two boxes of noodles on the table in front of him. Before you sit down, you cup his cheeks with your hands and give him a loving peck. “Oh damn, I guess I’ll have to wait a few more years than, right? Although... if you keep writing hits like the song you just wrote, then maybe it will only take a few more months.” You say playfully with a smile and brush a strand of hair behind his ear. 

Semi’s ears turn red, his hands still on his guitar before he realizes that you must have just heard the whole song. He had written a song about you. About the woman who turns his head, who will be the death to him even in his dreams. About the woman who makes him smile every day, because that’s what she does to him every day and she doesn’t even have to be there. Because just the thought of you is enough. About the woman who makes him feel strong in every situation, who always supports him. And then there were a few lines that weren’t so suitable for minors. 

“Do you think it’s really sexy if I walk into our kitchen in the morning in just your shirt and make us a coffee?” you grin teasingly. Semi pouts, unsure how to respond. 

You lean further towards him, your fingers brush against his, still holding the guitar. “You know, I find it really sexy when you play the guitar. The way your hands move, how passionate you look when you sing the lyrics you’ve written yourself. Sometimes I wish you’d replace the guitar with me and play with me like you play your guitar,” you say seductively with a hungry look.  

Oh, you really are the death to him, Semi thinks, now also red in the face as he turns to you and his shy look has twisted into a confident and strong smile. “Hey watch out pretty-face. A wise man once said that you should be careful with your wishes, otherwise they will soon come true,” he whispers hoarsely to you, just inches away from your face. 

“Is that so? Then I hope he’s right.” You whisper just as confidently before closing the last distance between you two to kiss him. You playfully bite his lower lip. Your hand caresses his cheek before you wander down his neck, your fingers play with his necklace. You smile briefly before tugging on the necklace and pulling him closer to you. 

“Oh, God, you’re going to send me to hell,” Semi says in a raspy voice before putting down his guitar to kiss you again. He leans forwards, pushing you down onto the sofa before lying on top of you between your legs his lips never leaving yours. His kisses are stormy, taking your breath away.

“Good," you breathe, reaching for the fabric of Semi’s top to pull it off. You throw it on the floor, your hands caressing his muscles hungrily, only giving Semi an even bigger ego boost. 

“Fuck, I love when you do that,” he moans, still kissing you fiercely as his hand slides to your leg, bending it slightly and squeezing the flesh of your thigh. A murmur escapes him as his hand moves further up your skirt to your bum. “Baby, you do things to me-“ 

“Oh boy, here we go again...” a familiar voice suddenly interrupts him. Cursing, Semi flinches and pulls your skirt back into place before looking towards the door. Two of his band mates are standing in the doorway of his garage. The band’s second guitarist looks to the side, embarrassed, and scratches the back of his neck, while the bassist puts his hands on his hips and looks at Semi, shaking his head. 

“Fuck, what are you doing here?” curses Semi, before standing up and helping you into a sitting position. He always meets up with his band in his garage on Fridays. Each of his colleagues has a key to the garage so that everyone can stay longer, even after band practice is over. But today was Thursday... 

“Really? You were the one who wanted to move the rehearsal to Thursday this week because you wanted to meet up with your former school friends tomorrow. You wanted to cheer for that guy... Wakatoshi, right?” the bassist sighs, before taking a few steps forwards and grabbing Semi’s shirt. With a hiss, he throws the shirt in his face. “Can’t you find a room? This is the... fifth time we’ve caught you rubbing your love life in our faces. Or are you secretly telling us to join in? Are you into a gangbang or what?” The bassist laughs as he teases Semi with his words. 

Annoyed by his own forgetfulness, Semi rolls his eyes as he catches the shirt. He sulkily puts the shirt back on before placing his hand protectively on your thigh. “Nothing there, I’m not sharing my girl,” he says seriously, even though his band mate had only said it as a joke. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to give his bandmates a key to the garage after all. Or maybe you should just start keeping your hands to yourselves before and during band rehearsals. 

Futakuchi has just come home from work when he walks into the living room and sees you sitting there with a book in your hand. He looks around the room before his eyes land on you again. “Baby, you’ll damage your eyes if you read a book in this poor light,” he says, before flicking the light switch and turning on the light. 

Engrossed in your book, you didn’t realize that the sun was already setting. “Oh, that’s right... thank you. How was your day?” you ask him as you close the book and look at him with a smile. He comes to you and gives you a quick kiss before stretching. 

“Annoying. The customers were just extremely weird today. With some of them, I wonder how they even get through life,” he grumbles, before undoing the first buttons of his shirt. “But anyway, let’s not talk about work. I’d like to take a shower now and then maybe we can continue watching the series we started yesterday. What do you think?” 

Futakuchi has never been someone who likes to talk about his work. But perhaps it’s just as well that he doesn’t take his work home with him. In any case, he never really seems exhausted or overworked. So you just nod with a smile and pick up your book again. In the time Futakuchi is in the shower, you’re sure to manage another twenty pages. 

Fresh out of the shower, Futakuchi pulls on a pair of shorts and a shirt before rubbing his hair dry and heading back into the living room. With a sigh of relief, he heads for the sofa when he sees you lying there. You’re lying on your stomach, your book in front of you, and your ass right in front of his eyes. In those tight, sexy leggings. Oh, how he loves the way your ass wiggles in those things. 

Unconsciously, he bites his lower lip, sneaks up to you before giving you a slap on the ass and squeezing it with his hands. He jumps on the sofa, kneels over you before playfully pretending to bite your shoulder from behind. 

“Kenji! Haha stop, that tickles.” you laugh, close the book and try to turn around, but Futakuchi won’t let you. 

“You’re doing that on purpose. Showing me your sexy ass like that.” Futakuchi grins, before leaning forwards and trapping you between him and the sofa, kissing your shoulder again. His still damp hair gives you goosebumps. 

“Kenji... I thought we wanted to continue watching our series.” You say a little more quietly now, feeling your body react to his kisses and his touch. 

“Yeah, sure, the series...” mumbles Futakuchi as he moves from your shoulder to your neck, buries his head in the crook of your neck and slides his hands between the sofa and your body, hugging you from behind. “Just let me lie like this for a while,” he sighs contentedly. 

His body lies on top of yours, but he doesn’t press his full weight onto you. You can still breathe. His cool hands on your stomach caress you, his fingertips graze your lower for a moment, and you don’t know what makes your breathing most uneasy. His hands on your body, his body on yours or his breath landing hot on your skin. 

“Ah... Kenji... that’s not the remote that’s between you and me on my butt, is it?” you say as you hear him smirk.

“No baby, you don’t need batteries for this thing to work,” he says mischievously, continuing to rub his pelvis against your ass. A soft moan escapes your lips, Kenji starts kissing your neck, his hand moves up to your breast, the other down between your legs. 

“It’s easier if I turn around- “ you’re about to say, but Futakuchi interrupts you. “But it’s pretty hot like this,” he murmurs, and you feel him rubbing his pelvis harder against you, your own desire growing. With a groan, you lower your head, push your ass upwards and hear Futakuchi murmur. 

“Yeah baby, just like that,” he says, playfully biting your neck before kissing you on the same spot. You both want more. The mood is charged, when you suddenly hear the ringing of your front doorbell. You startle, Futakuchi also briefly considers answering the door. But opening the door with a erection in his shorts wouldn’t be the best idea, anyway. So you both try to ignore it, but the doorbell rings again. 

“Damn!” Futakuchi curses, stands up, pushes the curtains aside slightly and looks out of the living room window. From the living room, you have a good view of the entrance to the front door. His eyes widen and he looks at you. “Oh shit, shit, shit. Go on, say something. Something that really turns me off!” Futakuchi says, almost in a panic. 

You look at him in confusion before sitting up. “Kenji... what’s wrong with you?” you ask, irritated. But Futakuchi seems to be thinking hard about something to get rid of his erection. 

“I forgot that I promised my mum I’d look after my sister for the weekend. The two of them are just outside the front door...” says Futakuchi with a desperate smile. 

“W-what? Kenji! Oh god, open the door, these two can’t stay outside! Or no... wait... you’re not opening the door with that...” you say, pointing at his massive erection. “Go, go into the bathroom and wait there until it’s gone again. And then come to us. I’ll tell your mum and sister that you’re still in the shower,” you say, before straightening your clothes and heading for the door, when Futakuchi comes up to you and hugs you from behind. 

“You’re the best,” he says, kissing your cheek before letting you go. However, he can’t resist giving you a slap on your butt before he leaves. 

[astarioffsimpmain]

Late Night Thoughts wt. Lenore

This one is dedicated to @bite-me-tonight and @jmliebert and based on @jmliebert 's "shy virgin" headcanons with Halsin and Astarion.

Hope I do it justice, you two. 🤭

🔞 Suggestive 🔞

♡

You hadn't told him. You meant to, you truly did, but it just didn't feel like the right time. 'How could it not be the right time, you fool?' You thought to yourself. 'You're in a relationship now! He's expressed how horny he is for you - and God, is that ever hot.' You felt your face heat up. It traveled nearly the full length of your torso before you reigned yourself back in. You had to tell him. Soon.

---

"At least you've opted for cocoa at 2 in the morning instead of coffee," he quipped playfully when you handed him his tea.

"You know coffee puts me to sleep," you pouted, and he laughed.

"Not before honing your focus on what alpacas smell like for an hour."

"The alpacas was one time!" You cackled.

"Yes, and the other times were...?" He trailed off, his eyes gleaming in the dark kitchen as he eyed you over his mug.

"Well, mostly you," you teased.

"Mmm, your uninhibited focus on me for a whole hour," Gale mused, setting his mug aside. "That sounds wholly delightful."

You knew that look. His eyes had narrowed, his left eyebrow had cocked up, and a dangerous smirk played on his beautiful lips. He stood from his chair and eliminated the space between you in seconds. His arms trapped you in the corner of the counter, and your mug was plucked gently from your fingertips before being set aside.

When he leaned in and nuzzled your neck, heat exploded within you. You had no idea how to react, but it felt so good; he felt so good. His hot breath puffed against your neck in between the trailing kisses that his lips pressed into every groove and curve, and your mind fogged over in a giddy delirium. It was when his palms snuck under your sweater to press into your sides that words found you — in the most blunt way possible.

"I'm a virgin!"

Your own eyes went wide at the admission; wider than Gale's. 'Wow, way to be smooth.' "I- well, I meant to tell you earlier, I just hadn't really... figured out how yet. I mean, I suppose you had deduced that already since you know I've never had a boyfriend or partner before, but I wasn't sure whether you'd gone so far as to assume - correctly, of course - that I'd never been with anyone sexually either, so- mmph!"

He pressed his lips to your own so suddenly that you yelped into his mouth, but you relaxed as he tugged your bottom lip between his, and you couldn't help but let out a little moan. He pulled back ever so slightly. "My love," he murmured against your mouth. "Would you like to wait?"

"No!" You exclaimed quickly, almost cutting him off. "No, I just.. it's new for me. I wanted to make sure you were alright with that. I know not everyone is.. I would also like to maybe, possibly, take it a little slow? Just so I can get used to all the sensations. I have orgasmed before!" You shut your mouth immediately and dropped your head on his shoulder. 'Smooth, round two.'

Gale chuckled gently and lifted your chin with his thumb. "No need to be ashamed. Speak plainly all you like, little love."

You knew your cheeks looked broiled by this point. They had to. "I've pleasured myself plenty of times before," you said, more slowly. "I've just never had anyone else pleasure me."

"And you're granting me this honor?" He asked. The question was not teasing. It was not sarcastic. He looked reverent. His eyes glistened, and his mouth sat slightly open in awe.

"I'm not sure it's an honor, but..."

"It is," he assured you, tugging you closer.

"I want it to be you, Gale," you whispered, his lips now only centimeters from yours once more.

He groaned in approval and captured your lips in a kiss, much deeper than the last, while his hands found the waistband of your pants. He paused and pulled back, seeking approval. When you nodded, he grinned like a cat who got the cream and tugged your pants down from your legs, falling to his knees with them. His fingertips skated up your legs and toyed with the elastic of your panties, sending chills up through you. You whimpered, the sound turning into a pleased sigh.

"So, my love..." he murmured softly, pressing tender kisses on each leg. "Tongue or fingers?"

~

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ♡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ its summer time, its hot, and you and yuji are best friends. practically trapped inside because of the heat, you decide to play a game of never have I ever. but what happens when you find out that neither of you have had your first kiss?

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ yuji x fem!reader, fluff, best friends to lovers, kissing, first kiss, nobara and megumi mention, reader bends the rules of never have I ever a little, all the cutesy stuff.

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𝐚/𝐧 ৹ this was a random idea I got the other night and I thought it would be cute to do with yuji 🩷 hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y

If there was one thing to be expected of the summers in Japan—it was the heat. It was almost completely unbearable for you most days and it was also the reason why you were currently draped over the couch with the AC cranked up and a fan blowing on your face.

Your best friend—Yuji—had opted to practically pass out on the floor and stay there, trying to cool off. His baggy, red t-shirt had ridden up a little when he had just plopped down on the carpet but he didn’t mind to pull it down. The cool air felt nice on his skin.

“I’m bored,” You groaned out, tilting your head back a bit.

Summer was meant to be spent outside and having fun! But instead, the two of you were just trapped inside doing nothing while hiding from the heat. “Same here,” Yuji replied from his place on the floor. He then suddenly perked up. “We should play a game!”

You shifted towards him, your expression full of skepticism. “What kind of game?” You asked. “Because I’m not getting off of this couch anytime soon.”

“Okay, I can work with that,” Yuji said with enthusiasm, pursing his lips together a bit as he thought of a game the two of you could play. “How about truth or dare?” He asked, his eyes all big and beady as if he were proud of himself for coming up with the idea.

You arched your brow at him. “Yuji, we’re both competitive and you know that’s not going to end well.” You spoke, internally reflecting on the past when you two had played that game.

“Right, right,” Yuji replied, acknowledging your words. “Two truths and a lie?”

“C’mon, you know we’ll both just start lying.” You snorted with a little laugh at the end.

Yuji threw his hands up in the air. “I’m just trying to find ideas!” he spoke with a little pout. As competitive as the two of you could get—he loved spending time with you. He loved it a bit more than he’d ever admit out loud. “What about never have I ever?”

You pursed your lips for a moment before finally just shrugging your shoulders; you had nothing better to do. “Fine,” You answered, sitting up on the couch and crossing your legs.

Yuji got off of the floor with a smile and got up on the couch next to you, already putting ten fingers out to keep his score. You laughed a little bit at his enthusiasm to play such a simple game. But that’s one thing you really liked about your best friend—he was always so positive and he always seemed happy to be around you.

“Okay then, never have I ever snuck out after curfew.” You said, looking up at him. It seemed like an easy first question.

Surprisingly, Yuji put his finger down. “What? You’ve snuck out past curfew?” You asked with a laugh, wondering what could’ve possibly tempted him to sneak out after hours. He wasn’t exactly the rule-breaker type. Mischievous though? Absolutely.

“Nobara dared me to!” Yuji exclaimed in defense of himself. “Besides it was only for like ten minutes. Megumi told me not to but I wasn’t going to back down on a dare. And nobody snitched so it was fine.”

You laughed at him a little. Just as you said earlier, Yuji was competitive and was never one to pass up a dare as long as it wasn’t hurting anyone else. “Well as long as nobody snitched.” You said sarcastically.

“Okay, okay my turn,” Yuji said, wanting to get off the topic of him sneaking out.

besides it was only once.

“Never have I ever ghosted someone,” He grinned at you, already knowing you’d have to put your finger down. It was true—you had ghosted a guy before. But you had good reasons, obviously!

You scoffed a little and put your finger down. Now he was just swinging personally. “Now you’re just poking fun at me,” You said with a roll of your eyes. “Besides, I had good reasons too. He was a jerk.”

Yuji looked up a bit as if trying to remember the guy you had ghosted just a couple of months ago. “Yeah, you’re right, he did kind of suck.” He agreed.

As you thought of what to ask him, you decided to take a little jab at him just like he had done to you. The thing was, you and Yuji practically told each other everything—there were practically no secrets between the two of you so this was fairly easy. “Okay then, never have I ever been kissed.” You said to him with a smirk on your face, knowing that Yuji had never been kissed before and was somewhat embarrassed about it.

Yuji’s expression changed and he looked both unamused and a little flustered, putting his finger down. “Hey, that was way worse than what I asked you!” He protested. But then he noticed you put your finger down too.

It wasn’t the way the game worked—you asked him a question that also applied to yourself as well. You had never kissed anyone either. But you didn’t care much since you got back at him for the question earlier. Yuji’s eyes widened a little and he looked confused.

“Wait, you’ve never been kissed before?” He asked, his curiosity piqued.

You shook your head. “Of course I haven’t. I would’ve told you if I had.” You replied.

Strangely enough, Yuji felt a sense of relief when he heard you say that. He didn’t know why and he pushed it away quickly. Why would he be concerned if you had kissed someone? That was ridiculous… right?

“I guess that makes two of us,” He chuckled slightly nervously, trying to act casually about this. But then, he just couldn’t help but ask, sitting up a bit straighter. “Wait, how have you never been kissed before?” he asked in slight disbelief.

Your brows furrowed together as you heard him speak. Why did he seem so confused? “What do you mean by that?”

Yuji shrugged a little. “I dunno. I guess I just don’t know why you haven’t been kissed before. I mean, you’re nice, you’re pretty, and you’re fun to be around.” He rambled, not even realizing what he was saying.

“Well then, how come you haven’t been kissed yet?” You asked, pinning his own question back at him. “You’re nice, you’re super fun to be around, not to mention you’re one of the only guys I know that I can completely trust. You’re like any girl's dream boy.”

There was a bit of silence after your words but you couldn’t tell if it was awkward or contemplative. This was definitely not like your regular conversations with Yuji. Sure, you two talked about relationships before but not like this; nor had you ever said these things about each other in such an interesting situation.

Yuji leaned back, trying to act casual and play off the slight awkwardness of the situation. Why was he feeling like this? “Yeah, well I guess we’re on the same boat there.” He chuckled. “Kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”

You looked him up and down for a moment as if trying to pick up why he was acting like this. To be honest, you felt a little strange inside too. Not in a bad way but still strange. “Yeah…”

Another wave of silence passed over the both of you. Yuji sat there in conflict. One part of him really wanted to just tell you how he was feeling right now and somehow figure out where to go from there but the other part of him didn’t want to risk ruining what the two of you already had.

Although he couldn’t deny it, if he had to give his first kiss to anyone—he’d want it to be you.

So, before he could stop himself, he just blurted out the first words that came to his mind. “What if I was your first kiss?” He blurted out, his eyes immediately going wide after he realized what he had just said. “A-And you could be mine or something… to make it equal or whatever.” He mumbled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck.

Your eyes widened after he said that. “What?” You asked in pure confusion.

“Well, you know. We’re friends—good friends and we trust each other.” Yuji rambled, somehow trying to save himself from his own embarrassment. “I don’t know! I’ve just heard it’s a good thing to give your first kiss to someone you trust!” He panicked. Gosh, this was just a bad idea all around.

“Yeah, friends.” You said, swallowing hard. “That’s just a bad idea, Yuji.”

Truth be told, after that suggestion and knowing he would be comfortable kissing you, you kinda wanted to do it. You found yourself glancing at his lips a whole lot more than usual.

Yuji’s expression fell a little. “Why is it a bad idea?” He asked. If he was already embarrassed, he might as well just go with it.

You swallowed hard again. “Well, cuz we’re friends, you know? Wouldn’t that just make it awkward or… something.” You mumbled, rubbing your arm sheepishly. You could feel your cheeks heat up a little and no doubt that Yuji saw it too. “Also, I just… It’d be embarrassing. I have no idea how to kiss and I don’t want to make it like, more awkward than it has to be.”

Yuji snorted a bit. “I don’t know how to kiss either so that’s not a good argument.” He teased.

Shoot, he really wasn’t giving up, was he? You knew that if you were truly uncomfortable with this, he’d back off immediately, but he could tell you were starting to lean into the idea. He wouldn’t push you, but he did really want this.

“Yeah but what if it’s not even good, then what’s the point?” You asked.

“Then we have a dumb story to look back at I guess,” Yuji spoke, shrugging his shoulders. He didn’t care if it was awkward for him, he just really wanted that kiss.

You bit your lip in contemplation. You were nervous but at the same time, you actually did want that kiss. No—you really wanted that kiss now. And just one kiss wouldn’t ruin things between you, right? It was just for fun…

Finally, you caved. “Fine, we can kiss.” You said, avoiding eye contact with Yuji. Suddenly you felt all shy—which was not your usual mood.

Yuji’s heart absolutely soared the moment that the words had left your mouth. How could it not? You were the one girl he wanted to be around all the time—even though you two were “just friends”. Just friends, right? “Really?” He asked excitedly before clearing his throat. “I mean, great!”

You snorted a bit, rolling her eyes. “Don’t try to play it cool, Yuji. This is going to be awkward for the both of us no matter what.” You said.

Not really knowing what to do, you sort of just scooched closer to Yuji on the couch. What were you supposed to do? Give a countdown? Oh, absolutely not; that’d be even more awkward. Well, then who was supposed to move in first? What if you got too nervous and pulled away at the last second? You didn’t want Yuji to think that this was somehow his fault or something.

Your face was practically ablaze with how flushed you were at the thought of kissing him and Yuji’s face was just about as pink as his hair too. At this point, the kiss wasn’t even going to happen if the both of you just sat there in embarrassment.

But knowing he couldn’t pass up on this opportunity, Yuji pushed his embarrassment away. Without a second thought, he brought his hand up and put it on your cheek, making your eyes widen even more. This was really happening.

“Can I kiss you, please?” He asked quietly, his voice soft but hopeful.

Well, you might as well have melted on the spot. You knew this was just a simple and respectful act but gosh if it didn’t make the butterflies absolutely wild in your tummy. You nodded your head, your lips slightly parted.

You shouldn’t even have been surprised. This was Yuji Itadori here. The boy who would do anything for someone he cared about. The boy who saw the theme of love even in the “weirdest” movies ever. He really was just a hopeless romantic deep (maybe not so deep) down.

Not wasting another moment, Yuji moved in and connected his lips with yours softly. You could barely process what was happening until it was. The moment your lips felt his it was like the butterflies in your stomach had spread everywhere and your skin felt tingly all of a sudden. It was almost magical.

It felt good. It felt right.

The kiss lasted a lot longer than what you two had initially expected. You had expected it to be just a short, awkward peck but instead, it turned out to be longer and much more sweet.

When you both pulled away and opened your eyes, they were wide. Yuji’s hand still lingered on your cheek and his breath was a bit heavier now. He expected kissing you to be good but not that good.

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment in complete silence before you pulled Yuji in for another kiss—one was simply not enough. And he wasn’t about to complain. It was unexpected, sure, but he was not going to pass up another kiss.

Neither of you expected the day to go like this. After all, you were just friends, right? It didn’t seem like that anymore. The kiss had ruined your friendship, but it turned it into something arguably much better.

Who thought all of this would come from a game of never have I ever?

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hiiii i just readed that you wants other players requests 😀😃 but i think thats fine.

what about a one where the reader is shorter than gavi, it's like it's because Gavi is the shortest one between his friends and he always prayed to have a short girl, and when he had one he really enjoyed the moment with her

thank you if you did write it ❤❤

My Smurf~Pablo Gavi

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i hope you enjoy this one <3

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Everyone could see that Pablo wasn't too tall. He was actually considered to be short in his team, with players like Araujo or Lewandowski who were almost 190 cm.

Pablo was about 173 cm, and because of his short height, he always fantasized about having a short girlfriend. He wanted a girl who would look tiny next to him, even when he himself wasn't huge.

So after he met y/n and they started dating, the thing he adored the most about her was her height. She was small next to him, about 153 cm. Her head reached his shoulder, and she always had to look up at him, and he had to look down at her, which he adored.

He loved when she had to stand on her tip toes in order to reach his face and kiss him. And the thing he loved most was teasing her about how small she was. Even when he wasn't that big.

y/n was in the kitchen, making herself some coffee in the morning before leaving for work. She started working on her coffee, when she realized her favorite mug was put in the highest shelf of the cupboard.

Pablo was the one who unloaded the dishwasher the previous day, so he was obviously the one who had put it that high.

y/n tried reaching for her mug, standing on her highest tip toes, but she only managed to brush her fingers against it and push it more inside.

Pablo stood on the kitchen door, watching in amusement how his girlfriend struggled to reach her cup. He chuckled to himself before getting her attention.

"need help?" he asked, a sly smirk spread on his face as his arms were crossed over his chest.

y/n rolled her eyes, turning to look at him with a mocking smile.

"if you didn't put it so high I wouldn't need your help" she said sarcastically, making him chuckle

"so you do need my help?" he said, walking closer to her

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "i just need my mug" she murmured

He walked closer to her, trapping her body between his and the counter, as he reached up for the mug and grabbed it effortlessly.

He looked down at her, while she looked up at him with her big doe eyes. He leaned down, pecking her lips before giving her the mug.

When she didn't say anything, he took the mug and lifted it above his head, to a level which she can't reached. She tried reaching out for it, but he raised his arm even higher.

"a thank you would be nice no?" he teased, watching how she rolled her eyes.

"it was your fault the mug was too high so I'm not saying thank you" she said, watching how the smirk on his face widened

"I guess I'll just put it back in it's place" he shrugged, moving his arm to put the mug back high

"no I need it. just give it to me" she tried again reaching for it, but he moved his arm away and higher than her reach.

She groaned, looking at his teasing smile that she wanted to slap off his face (gently)

She gave up, letting out a sigh.

"thank you for the mug Pablo. now can you give it to me?" she said, making him smile

"you're welcome princess. here take your mug" he gave it to her, patting the top of her head, and pressing a kiss on it.

"I don't know what you would've done without me. my little smurf" he teased, making her groan.

"i told you not to call me that" she whined, though the smile on her face failed her.

"I won't stop it. my smurf" he said, making her finally laugh.

She wrapped her arms around his torso, giving him a hug and kiss on his chest, that was the only place she could reach without raising her head.

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hi! would love you see your take on reader getting trapped in a djinn dream and the dream just being sam and reader in love

love your work!

𖦹Apple Pie Life𖦹

summary𖦹 You get caught by a Djinn and wake up next to Sam

pairing𖦹 Sam Winchester x Reader

word count𖦹 998

notes𖦹 omg this took way longer to write than I'm willing to admit sorry it took so long I hope you like it

This isn't right. it isn't real. Ten minutes ago you were cautiously walking through an abandoned warehouse, searching for a djinn, and now you're waking up in a queen size bed. You had been hunting the monster down with the Winchester brothers. Sam and Dean had been your close friends for as long as you can remember, you stayed with Dean and hunted with him when Sam left for Stanford, and you've helped them save the world way too many times. You were very close to the brothers. You liked to think of Dean as your brother and Sam as…not brother, not friend either–some secret third thing. Ok, sure you totally had the hots for him, but you keep it professional. He does not need to know, if he wanted you he would have told you, and so far you've just heard radio silence.

You try not to think about Sam–if you don't focus on your feelings they'll go away (totally healthy). But you have a hard time not thinking about him right now as you wake up in a bed that's not yours next to, what looks like, his sleeping figure.

That djinn totally got you, but is it really that bad? He looks peaceful for once, And he's lying next to you. In your dream life you're with Sam–you totally should unpack that when you get out of this. But what if real Sam doesn't like you? This Sam likes you. You'll just savor it, enjoy it while you can.

Your train of thought stops when you notice Sam waking up. He stirs and turns towards you, lazily opening his eyes. When his gaze meets yours a slight smile stretches across his face, “morning, beautiful” He reaches towards you and pulls you into his chest–his bare chest (holy moly)–and kisses your hairline.

You look up at him bashfully, “morning”

He pulls away from you slightly and playfully smirks, “You know, I don’t have to go into the firm today…we could just stay in bed as long as we want”

The firm? Oh my god, Sam is a lawyer. That means you don’t hunt. It also means you're rich. you smile in return “that sounds amazing”

he pulls you back into his chest and you melt into his embrace. You feel his chest rumble as he starts talking. “You have no idea how much i've missed you, these long shifts are killing me”

“I'm here now” you respond

He chuckles lightly, “thank god”

You two stay wrapped in eachothers arms, falling in and out of sleep, talking about anything and everything for the next couple hours till Sam lets go of you to go to the bathroom and make some breakfast. You watch his large fame leave the bedroom and that's when you decide to snoop a little. 

Getting up from the bed and putting on some comfy clothes, you notice some framed photos on the wall of you and sam…getting married. Holy shit. Looking at the photos, you notice Dean and Cas there, everyone so happy. God, your dress is beautiful, must've been expensive. You snap out of your shock when you hear Sam call out for you, “hey babe, coffee is ready”

You start heading towards his voice, trying to find the kitchen in this unfamiliar home, “thanks, sammy” You make your way to the open space of the kitchen and take in the decor. 

Sam walks up behind you and hugs you, nuzzling his nose into your neck and hugging your middle. “Mhh…you're warm”

You chuckle lightly, “you're clingy”

“I wasn't lying when I said I missed you…it's not a crime for me to miss my wife”

You blush as he calls you that “I never said it was a bad thing”

He kisses down your neck with a playful smile, “sure” he responds, sarcastically

You turn around in his embrace and wrap your arms around his shoulders, playing with the baby hairs resting on the nape of his neck. Sam tightens his hold on you, hands resting on your lower back. You breathe out of your nose in amusement, “you're always so sassy” 

He shakes his head in fake annoyance and rolls his eyes “so i've been told”

You pull him down and kiss the mole on his cheek, “you said there was coffee” 

He smiles softly and loosens his embrace “on the counter”

“You're an angel” You let go of him and turn around, grabbing your mug. You turn towards Sam and lean your back against the countertop, taking a sip of your drink. You look up at Sam with a smirk over the top of the cup. 

He looks at you with awe, “god you're beautiful…looking at me like that”

You put your drink down on the counter “You're the pretty one. I mean–they way youre looking at me…like I hung the stars in the sky” You argue

 He shrugs “Can you blame me”

You jokingly twirl your hair between your fingers, “I guess not”

He huffs in amusement and steps closer to you, lightly hugging you again. You rest your arms on his chest, lightly pushing him and walking him towards the couch. He sits back down on the couch and you follow him, straddling his lap. His arms move lower, hands resting on your bottom and you nuzzle into him. “I love you” you say into his chest

“I love you more” he responds

“Mhn I don't think that's possible”You disagree

Sam sifts on the couch, moving to get more comfortable, “i'm not so sure about that”

You look up at him, “last I checked, I'm always right”

He shakes his head in resignation, “that you are”

You lay back down on his chest and Sam kisses the top of your head. Sure none of this was real, but you're not gonna pass up this opportunity. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to stay here for the day. You could figure a way out of this later.

sorry if there are typos or anything

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everything’s gone (CL16 x reader)

everything’s gone (CL16 x reader)

part 1 (everything's falling apart) | part 2 (everything fell apart) series masterlist- everything (you're losing me)

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everything doesn’t make sense and you hate that.

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pairing: charles leclerc x reader; arthur leclerc x reader

w/c: 1004

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a/n: cannot write a series to save my life so please leave suggestions for the next parts or something!! 

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taglist!! @ggaslyp1 @janeholt3 @boherahpsody @kryingkat22 @iamkaku @vizzzashley @mycenterfold

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It’s gone. You and Charles, dead and gone and buried. 

You sit alone in the bed, it feels emptier and a lot colder. You lie down onto the couch, looking up and staring into the ceiling fan, watching it spin. 

Something in you feels missing, like a part of you left with Charles that day. 

The lift doors open and the first sight is Charles’ luggage in the corridor. 

All his things, packed into a few luggages and a giant bag. You quickly run into your apartment.

This was definitely not a good time, considering you had just cried in his brother’s arms for solid hours on end and had a massive fight with Charles. 

Charles stands in the living room, stuffing all his clothes into a bag. His actions are rough and quick, he doesn’t bother folding them neatly like he normally would. He glances up to look at you and stuffs the final bit of clothing into the bag before standing up to face you.

“Back so soon?” He sarcastically remarks, scoffing a little at the end of his sentence.

His words strike like a knife to the heart.

“We should talk.”

“About what? How you chose Arthur over me?” 

“You jumped to that conclusion.” You fight back.

“And I was most likely right.” He sneers.

“No. No, that wasn’t what happened .”

“Really? Then explain all of that. How you were calling him.”

“Maybe I just needed someone to understand me for once and not feel trapped by my own thoughts.”

“You could’ve called me, and I would’ve been there for you!”

“Believe me, that is exactly what I wanted to do, but when have you ever made me feel good about myself?”

Charles sighs, anger enveloping it. He rubs his forehead and runs a hand through his hair. He picks up the bag and throws it toward the luggage and walks into the room, refusing to acknowledge your words.

“Charles.” You say, trying to maintain some form of composure, resisting the urge to let your feelings take over. 

He ignores you and walks into the bedroom, taking out his sweater and throwing it on.

That sweater was his birthday gift from you. It stings like salt in a wound.

He pulls it over his head and fixes his hair before walking right past you.

“Charles!” You call out.

He ignores you once again, swinging the bag over his shoulder.

“Charles you can’t just leave-” 

“We’re done.” He says before slamming the door in your face.

You’re stunned, rooted to the spot before the moment finally hits you causing you to open the door and run out to the corridor.

You’re stunned, rooted to the spot. When you finally digest what had just happened in the past few minutes, you hurriedly run out the door, into the corridor. 

“Charles!” You shout across the corridor, but you don’t get a response back. 

“Charles! Don’t do this.” Words are just falling out of your mouth, desperate for him to somehow change his mind and run back into your embrace. 

The next few seconds are blurred into a flash as Charles gets into the elevator, leaving you all alone in a quiet corridor.

You stand there silently.

The cold and heavy air surrounding you.

The ceiling fan whirls in a circle endlessly and holds your stare captive. 

Charles and You.

Perfect couple.

Happy endings.

A love hung by a thread.

Romance made from sand on the beach.

It was never meant to be.

“I love you.” Charles says while dressed in a suit which made him look perfect.

“I love you too.” You reply.

He flashes you a smile, a warm and bright one, holding your hand and giving it a little kiss.

Your face turns red as he does so, he makes you feel… euphoric. 

Where did it go?

You don’t know where it all went wrong, where it all went south, where everything went bad.

The ceiling fan starts to blur as you continue to stare blankly into it, imagining what could’ve been.

Maybe you would’ve had date nights, sunset drives, unexpected kisses for the rest of your lives. 

Maybe it would’ve been absolutely perfect and nothing could ever change it.

What went wrong?

What if you never lost faith? What if Charles didn’t change? What if you were the one to blame?

It feels like a blow to the heart, you feel his kisses on your body and you shiver. It feels different, a wave of regret, guilt weighing onto you.

Your phone rings which makes you sit up slowly, reaching for your phone and glancing at the contact before picking it up.

“Hello Arthur.” You say, eerily calmly.

“y/n?” He says back.

“Hello.”

“Is everything okay?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Charles left.”

“What?”

“He walked out.”

“Oh… do you want me to come over to help you or-”

“No. No Arthur, I think I need time.”

“Yes. Of course! Sure. Whatever you want..”

You freeze, a shiver sends down your spine. Whatever you want. Something about that feels amazing. 

Was it that hard? If Arthur could do it, why couldn’t Charles?

“Thank you.” You manage to say, hoping it didn’t sound too ungrateful.

“Call me if you need.”

“Will do.”

You hang up the phone.

Your mind is still repeating the words. Whatever you want. That was all you asked for, for someone to be willing to be there for you or just sit with you. Sure that was probably not what Arthur meant when he said those words but it meant that to you.

All of it starts weighing down onto you. Did you actually love Charles? You did… right? You knew something was never right about you and Charles but you still loved him. 

Nothing makes sense and you hate that. 

Everything started falling apart when Charles changed, becoming some cold and distant boyfriend.

Everything fell apart when Arthur talked to you about your problems.

Everything was gone when Charles walked out, leaving a giant hole in your heart.

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MILLION DOLLAR MAN

non requested || ash williams x reader

summary: general dating ash headcanons

˚✧₊˚ word count: 0.6k || masterlist

ohhh this guy… he doesn’t play about you trust… genuinely goes insane if the deadites/just a general shitty person approaches you

however his reaction varies depending on who it actually is. if it’s just someone he doesn’t like or you guys mutually dislike or just a dick in general he gets all bitchy and pissy and casually (it’s not casual) swings his arm over your shoulders

it’s a little funny honestly because he also starts being sarcastic and lowkey making fun of the guy

but oh my god if it’s a deadite he is so pissed after he hacks that thing into the ground he’ll immediately be making sure nothing happened to you and that you’re alright and if you actually did get hurt AUGHHHH the next time the evil dead finds him he’s got a thing or two to say

other than that, he’s normally super chill. he’s not one of those super insane strict boyfriends who forbids basically everything, because he knows he’s not exactly the most safest person ever either but at least he’s aware of it

i feel like he’s very touchy. but specifically he likes to have his arm around you while he’s sitting or just standing beside you. idk he just kinda likes resting some of his weight on something (also he thinks it’s funny)

he would like.. not kiss you out of nowhere in the sense that you guys are literally in public and he’s like “pucker up”, he does it in the sense where he’ll just whisk you away randomly to really quickly make out and when you guys come back he acts like absolutely nothing happened, walks in all calm and collected like his tongue wasn’t just halfway down your throat

omg he’d love to just do random things with you i think. there’s a few things he absolutely refuses to do (usually he just powers through it for you if he doesn’t wanna but it’s not like something he REALLY doesn’t wanna do) like going outside if it’s too hot or cold, but he does love just driving around

he’d buy a SHIT TON of cds (i’m going based off evil dead btw. when aux isn’t a thing yet) and just have them stored in his car. some of them are just what he likes, some are just what you like, and a majority of them are for both of you guys <3

ash also likes going on side quests. if you guys are out doing something and you’re like “wanna skeddadle and go get _____” he’s grabbing the keys immediately with no questions he’d take any opportunity to just drive around with you

as much as he loves just driving around though he also loves just hanging out at your place or his place. if he makes dinner it’s like holy shit this is amazing but if you cook he acts like he hasn’t been fed since his birth and eats it up like a madman

ohhh sleeping over too. it’s ash so of course he tries to indulge in some adult activities but he also loves the non sexual side of it. like falling asleep beside you and waking up even closer together

cuddling with him is amazing because he also smells so good. whatever cologne he uses is the shitttt and he knows it smells good. he also mildly smells like s-mart (not always bad, sometimes he smells like food) and aftershave

ash is also like warm as hell. time spent together in the cold weather is usually just him trapping you in the bed (it is NOT bad at all) and sleeping or doing things where you can still stay warm like watch a movie idk

[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

Baby talk

By Lana the llama

Proxies x reader (matriarch polycule)

You were on another road trip mission. You had to catch a train to Canada in the morning to kill some people Slender just hated. As is usual for the deity/fey that ruled your existence, but it was a little bit sweeter now.

You had these 3. strong, handsome slightly unhinged men that adore you, worship you, if slender had the capacity for jealousy you’d be dead probably. But for now he didn’t really care what his proxies did outside of murder and cause chaos on his behalf.

Lost in thought Brian kisses you, gentle and loving. Indicative of his nature with you, unlike the other 2 he was like the mom of the group. Calm understanding and tried to resolve things without fighting. Very on the sidelines until called. He smiles at you and asks “see something up there y/n?” You look up and try to gleam a star sign you knew but it was of no use, you shrugged “no not really” Brian chuckled and pointed to your birth sign, talking about how you kind of presented it well “star signs are propaganda” Tim scowls resting his arms on his knees “yeah but it’s a fun concept, and it holds some kind of merit” Brian chuckled pointing to Tim’s next “look, it’s you” he laughs, Tim just snickers and shakes his head looking up again to see a shooting star.

“I-It’s starting!! g-guys!” Toby shook Brian and crawled over to hold you in his arms as the shower started. Brian pulled out his phone and recorded everything, the stars flew across the sky streaking it with light, the camera pans to the others faces. All of their eyes holding the light in their eyes, it panned to you and your beautiful eyes, Brian zoomed in and your eyes were like mirrors. He lowered the camera and just stared at you. Like the stars paled in comparison to you. And in their eyes? They did. Everything did.

The shower ended quick and Toby didn’t let go “that was a-amazing, when’s th-the next one?” He looked to Brian turning off his flashlight “like 2 years Toby. It’ll take a while” Toby pouted a little not happy to hear that, you looked up “chill Toby, the novelty of it would wear off if you saw it too often” you tried to tell him as you slipped out of his grasp and looked to the 3 of them “b-b-but I see you every d-day and I’m still giddy about it” he said with a whine, it made your heart swoon and Tim’s eyes roll “Aw baby!” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him all over, after pulling back his eyes lowered and a relaxed smile was plastered on his face.

Tim was getting jealous and looked up “oh hey how crazy” he said in a soft tone, you crawled to his side and looked up “what?” You asked looking for…a ufo or something but no just the same stars you’ve been staring at all night now, “see that? It’s the baby constellation” he pointed up, the other 2 coming over close and following his finger “baby constellation? Where?” Toby asked moving his head around trying to focus his eyes, Tim pushed your cheek to his “right….here” he pecked your cheek making you giggle and grab at him, the other 2 groaning at his flirting attempt “she sounds like a baby.” Tim said sarcastically pulling you in as you squeal in surprise “stop! Haha stop!” You begged as he pulled at and kissed you everywhere he could grab, soon having you trapped between his legs.

You took a few breaths to chill before relaxing “speaking of babies” you said pulling out your phone, the 3 looking at you in confusion and slight worry “my cousin had one this weekend…I know we’re technically dead…but I like to talk them to see what’s up” you admitted sheepishly, the others smiled or looked at you with interest “it’s ok, sometimes I like to see what my families doing too, my parents are still out there so I check up” Brian said holding my hand, rubbing the palm with his thumb, the other 2 didn’t say much until Toby hummed and clicked his tongue “you ever wanted kids?” The question was…reasonable for the situation. You looked up and thought hard. It’s only been a few years since becoming a proxy…and you didn’t really have life plans to begin with, did you want kids? Maybe, maybe not. “Never really thought about it…maybe if I was rich” you were blunt in that response, believing like most gen z that children were a expensive luxury. On top of a responsibility that could end badly. Toby sighed “I did, my mom a-always talked about being a grandma…m-made me want them just for her, that and Lyra w-wanted our kids to be friends” Toby sighed almost wistfully a the thought of him being a dad…a better dad. You hummed in agreement thinking his reasons were sweet, “I always wanted sons” Tim said, his chest vibrating against you slightly as he talked “people always told me I looked like a boy dad, and I like the idea” he shrugged “I wouldn’t care about the gender? They might change anyway” Toby chastised him scoffing playfully, tim just sighed not dignifying it with a response. You all looked at Brian, list in thought before he felt the eyes urging him for his take “…I’ve always wanted girls..name them after flowers kind of thing” he rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed of his dreams “that’s fucking adorable bri” Tim chuckled, Toby and you awed making Brian blush even more “ok ok I get it”. You cuddled up to Tim more kissing under his chin, him humming in response. You looked to them blushing a bit trying to find the courage to say something “…what..um… would you guys name them if we could have kids?” your words made them all stiffen up. Tim’s body turned rigged in holding you. Toby turned to you slowly “w-what do you mean?” He stammered purposefully this time, you sighed mustering up the courage to have this hypothetical conversation. “Like… imagine if… we can have kids and I had like one for each of you”  you stammered out Tim let you go, and you sat in front of them again you had a fully captive audience, and they were slack-jawed and rigid, Tim cleared his throat and looked into your eyes “ I’d like a son. I’m the oldest so I’d like to have a kid first”  toby made a buzzer noise, looking at Tim angrily “ if anything, she’s having my kid first, and I’d like a daughter” the two started bickering before you sighed and looked at Brian. He was far too happy in that moment, you felt bad since you knew that this was just hypothetical, but his smile felt so genuine.” I’d like a daughter I wanna name her Rose… I don’t care when she comes”  the felt your heart swell up, the fact that he already had a name was making you swoon even harder. The other two turned to him, and they looked back at you now full of energy “ I want mine to be named Tanner, or hear me out Hunter” Tim put out a hand to you like he was practically begging “ those names sound like White supremacists I want to girl, and I wanna name her Lyra… if I end up having a son, you can name him whatever you want” Toby pushed Tim’s head over looking at you happily. You couldn’t help but laugh they were all so happy this idea of you having their children and made you almost want to try… but you couldn’t. Slenderman basically castrated all of them. He didn’t want small them is running around all over the country. It would only cause issues for him in the long run. And he did it to you too. but at least you could dream.

After a quiet pause, you spoke “ what if we put our kids under the tree?” You pointed to a big oak tree nearby. It seem Tim knew what you were talking about and pulled out his knife. Jumping off the van and walking to the tree carving in the name of his child. Toby and Brian followed suit, and next you hopped off and walked to the tree, seeing their kids names next to theirs. Tim passed you, his knife and you carved out a giant heart over the names and carved in yours.

 even if you couldn’t have them in this life, maybe in the next.

The end.



[strniohoeee]

Detained

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N hates when Chris does stupid shit and brings her along. This night however it didn’t end up how they thought it would 🚔

Warning⚠️: SMUTTTTTTTTT. They was fucking in a holding cell…dirty HOES anyways ENJOYYYYY

Song for the imagine: Deceptacon- Le Tigre

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

I love Chris with my whole heart, but sometimes he can be a fucking idiot. He does stupid shit that could get us in trouble yet doesn’t seem to care. He’s like a reckless child trapped in a grown man’s body

I always yelled at him for it, but he didn’t care clearly. He had this bad habit as of recently where he takes me out with him. I’m thinking we’re doing something cute, but then he starts pulling these shenanigans

I’ve given up. I just stay in the car and ignore him for the rest of the night because we’re 21 not 15, and this hooligan bullshit had to stop….

This brings us to right now it’s midnight, and I’d prefer to be sleeping or watching a movie, and what does Chris want to do? He wants to go be a fucking idiot, and I agreed like an idiot

He didn’t tell me what he had planned, but I knew it was bad. When he didn’t tell me his plans it usually resulted in crazy shit happening that could get us arrested.

“Chris, where are you taking us?” I asked him

“Somewhere fun come on baby lighten up” he said winking at me

“You know you’re going to get caught soon like this shit has to stop” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Babyyyyy come on live a little don’t you like the thrill” he said looking over at me

“Yeah I like thrill….like a rollercoaster or ziplining not illegal shit” I said

“You know me! I’m safe we won’t get caught I promise” he said

“Whatever….if you get arrested I’m ratting your ass out, and you can stay in jail” I said hugging

“I won’t get caught, but nice to know you have my back” he said sarcastically

He drove for another 20 minutes before he pulled up to what looked like an abandoned building from where he parked.

We got out and started to walk to the building, but it looked new

“Chris what the fuck are you doing this is not abandoned” I said to him

“I’m sure it it, I’ve been scoping this place out for a few days, no one comes in and out” he said

“Scoping out your next stupid activity is bizarre” I said annoyed

“Just come on” he said

We walked through some fences, and finally got to the building

“Alright baby let’s have some fun” he said pulling out spray paint cans from his sweatpant pockets

“Chris where the fuck did you get those, and how did I not see” I said looking at him

“Don’t worry about that, just have some fun” he said giving me the pink spray paint

I reluctantly took it, and we used our phone flash lights to illuminate the wall

Chris went straight in with his red spray paint just spraying dumb shit all over the walls

“Really a dick?” I said rolling my eyes

“Don’t cramp my style babe I’m just having fun” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Whatever” I said and began to paint the wall too

I wanted to hate this so much, but it was so much fucking fun just spray painting random shit on the walls

Suddenly we heard the leaves crunching in the distance

“Chris someone’s here” I said stopping

“No they aren’t it’s probably an animal” he said continuing to paint

“I don’t know I’m getting scared” I said looking around but not seeing anything

“Stop being a pussy” he said laughing

“HEY WHOS THERE” we hear a deep voice yell

“Chris you fucking idiot” I said in a whisper yell

“Shhh” he said pulling me in and turning his flashlight off

“You didn’t check if this place was surveillanced by cops” I said

“That I didn’t do” he said

“You’re so fucking stupid” I said to him

“Shhh I think they left” Chris said trying to listen

It got really quiet and we thought the close was clear, until suddenly a cop appeared flashing his bright light at us

“STAY RIGHT THERE” he yelled

Chris and I looked at each other

“RUNNNN” Chris said

All I know is Chris grabbed my hand and pulled me. We were running through the pitchblack

“I TOLD YOU, YOU WOULD GET CAUGHT” I screamed at him as we ran

“SHUT UP WE HAVE TO GET AWAY FROM HIM” Chris yelled

We saw street lights and a road, so we ran that way and once he was off our trail we’d circle back around to Chris' car.

We ran towards the street, and as we ran squad cars circled us, and four cops came up behind us with their guns drawn

“FREEZE PUT YOUR HANDS UP” one screamed

Chris and I both threw our hands up in the air looking at the cops

“DROP TO YOUR KNEES” one yelled

“Is that necessary we have our hands up” Chris said

“CHRIS SHUT UP” I yelled and started to get down on my knees

Chris didn’t though, and one cop tackled him down causing him to scratch his face on the pavement

“GET DOWN I SAID” he yelled at Chris

“HEY GET OFF OF MY BOYFRIEND HE DIDNT DO SHIT” I yelled as another cop got on my back bringing my hands behind my back

“Both of you shut up before you make it worse for yourselves” they said

“Chris Chris just relax let them arrest you” I said to him

They eventually got us cuffed and picked us up putting us in their squad car

“You’re so dumb” I said not looking at Chris

“I thought we had that” he said

“Yeah well we didn’t, and now we’re arrested, and your face is cut up” I said shaking my head

“I’m sorry” he said

“Yeah you should be I can’t believe you right now” I said rolling my eyes

They drove us to the precinct where we got our mugshots taken and our fingerprints done.

“You guys will be held in a cell block till we hear from the company you vandalized, they can press charges or they can drop them, and as of right now your bail is set at 1,000 each” the officer said bluntly

“This is bullshit” Chris said

“Should’ve thought about that before being idiots” he said smiling at us

“Can I get patched up for the cuts?” Chris asked

“Mmm nurse is off duty right now maybe in the morning” he said chewing his gum like an asshole

“Do I get a phone call?” I asked

“One call” he said

I had called Nick explaining what Chris got me into, and what our bail was set at. They said they’d see what they can do while we all waited for the company to get back to the officers

Chris and I were the only ones in the cell block yet they put us all the way in the last one

“I’m not supposed to put yall together, but you seem harmless” the guard said locking the cell

“Thanks for that how sweet” Chris said sarcastically

“Chris shut the fuck up for once” I said getting annoyed

“As long as you keep your hands to yourself, and watch that mouth of yours you guys can stay in here” the guard said

“Thank you sir” I said nodding my head and sitting down

“My face hurts” Chris said wincing

“Good I hope it does” I said rolling my eyes at him

“The way you tried to defend me earlier was so hot” he said looking at me

“Not now” I said bluntly

“My girl fighting for me….Ouu swore I got hard” he said winking at me

“We’re in a fucking prison cell, and all you think with is your dick….classic Chris” I said rolling my eyes

“Come on baby…..don’t you find any of this hot” he said

“No” I said

“Us running from the cops and being arrested. I don’t know seeing you in handcuffs was pretty hot” he said sitting next to me

“Your face being cut up and bleeding is the only hot thing” I said looking over at him

“Ouuu she finds bloody men hot” he said winking at me

“You’re so horny all the time” I said laughing

“I can’t help it” he said

“You think we could fuck and get away with it?” He asked

“First off no and second off that’s disgusting LOOK WHERE WERE AT” I kind of yelled at him

“Oh come on baby you can ride, and you won’t touch anything” he said

“You’re a dog” I said scoffing at him

“So is that a yes?” He asked looking at me

“Uhh fine only because you’re hot” I said

I got up and straddled his lap kissing him and running my hands through his hair

“We have to be really quiet though” I said to him

“Yes baby anything for you” he said kissing my neck

He came back up and continued to make out with me as I grinded down onto him

“Fuck Chris” I said biting my lip

He kissed my neck as he ran his hands up and down my body occasionally squeezing my ass and breasts

“Chris I need you now” I said grinding on his erection

“Me too baby” he said with half lidded eyes

I got up and removed my sweatpants leaving my underwear on so he could just push them to the side

Chris lifted up to pull his sweats down, and just pulled his dick out of his boxers

“Spit baby” he said stroking his dick

I leaned over and spat on his dick as he stroked his dick

I got back on his lap, and he slip my panties to the side

“Ready baby?” He asked

“Yeah” I breathed out

I slowly slid down onto his dick feel full

“Fuckkk” He whispered out

I slowly started to bounce up and down on him

“Shit Chris this feels so good” I said throwing my head back

“You’re such a dirty girl” he said rubbing my ass

“Shut up” I moaned out

I continued to bounce on his dick and making out with him to silence our moans. I then started to grind on his dick to allow my clit to get stimulated

“Shit Chris I’m going to cum” I said in a whisper grinding harder as he gripped my ass harder

“Come on baby you got this” he said helping me grind harder

“Fuckkkk” I said as my jaw fell and I started to grind down harder

“I won’t be able to hold out much longer” he whispered to me

“Okay okay” I said grinding on him

He brought his hand down to my clit and started to rub with his thumb

“Shittttt” I said shutting my eyes hard

“I’m cumming baby I’m cumming” I said as my mouth fell slack and fell into his chest, my legs shaking as I came all over his cock

“Come on baby you gonna swallow for me?” He said helping me ride out my high

“Yes baby” I said in a whisper

He helped me off of his dick, and I got down to my knees as he stroked his dick, his mouth falling slack as he covered his mouth cumming on my tongue, and I swallowed every last drop

“Fuck you’re so good to me” He said rubbing my cheek

“Always for you baby” I said standing up, and putting my sweatpants back on

He put his dick back into his boxers and pulled his pants up. I got up and laid down on the bench next to him laying my head on his lap

“You better never ever do this shit again” I said looking up at him

“I promise I won’t no matter how hot Jail sex is” he said laughing

“You pervert” I said playfully smacking him

“I’m kidding I won’t trust me I learned, I hope they don’t press charges and I pray Nick and Matt bail us out” Chris said leaning his head against the wall

“Yeah same” I said

We kept talking until we both dozed off

“ALRIGHT Y/N AND CHRISTOPHER YOUVE BEEN BAILED OUT” we heard a guard yell

We immediately jumped out of our sleep

“Shit what time is it” Chris asked rubbing his eyes

“8AM, let’s go” the guard said gesturing with his hands

“Okay yeah” we both said scrambling to our feet and following him

He brought us out to the front where we signed some papers, and we walked outside to see Nick and Matt waiting for us

“Ayyy you guys came” Chris said hugging his brothers

“Yeah you owe us $2,000” Matt said hugging him

“What the fuck did you do” Nick said

“This idiot decided to be an idiot at the wrong place” I said to them

“Typical Chris, come on let’s had back to the house” Matt said

We got in the car and headed back to the house where we showered and had to go back and get Chris' car from the building. What an interesting life I was living with Chris

The End

Alright this was for my bestie, but I hoped all your guys enjoyed this😏🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[artist-issues]

Hi! How do you think the Aladdin live action remake compares to the animated film? I'm interested to hear criticisms but I also found it to be one of the more fun-to-watch remakes.

Okay

Here’s the thing

This is not your fault. I work with students on the weekends and several of them from different walks of life and grades have told me that they like the Live Action Aladdin better than the original and not just that they like it, they love it, for some of them it’s their favorite. Movie.

And I just feel like I’m living in the Twilight Zone. So any overzealousness in responding to this ask is not directed at you, I think you have good taste and a good head on your shoulders.

But their favorite? Their favorite movie? LA Aladdin is so bad. Objectively. Like, from a movie-making standpoint, if you didn’t even compare it to the original. I’m thinking, pacing-wise, first and foremost. Why does it feel like “One Jump” was so poorly choreographed that the people in it couldn’t move in-time with the tempo, so the editor had to fast forward their motions to fit the lyrics? Didn’t even try to cover that up? Why does all the costumes look like costumes, like we’re in a really elaborate high-budget high school production?

Secondly, acting. The guy who played Aladdin at no point convinced me that he was in love with Jasmine, afraid for his life, or insecure. At no point. And those are all very important to the plot. And he’s the lead. Even Will Smith feels like he’s trying to put himself in the head of his character in high-emotion situations but he can’t quite get there. Feels forced. The bad CGI doesn’t help.

Thirdly, likability of characters.

LA Aladdin—the character—is handsome. And that’s it. Other than that, he’s a dipstick crossed with a complete jerk. He falls backward out of windows and fumbles around in front of girls and clings to a lie at the cost of his new best friend’s eternal freedom just because he starts to believe that lie, himself, and get a big head?

Genie is preachy, not funny. He has no believable stake in the game—because they removed all reference to him caring about his own freedom to make him seem more flawless. Why? Why did they do that? The original Genie gets sarcastic and even bratty, out of genuine hurt, when, after all he’s done for him, Aladdin turns back on his promise and refuses to set him free. Why does he act bratty and hurt? BECAUSE HE IS HURT. Because for ten thousand years that’s been his fondest dream, and because he started to think Aladdin was his real genuine friend, but in this all the emphasis is placed on painting Aladdin as a scummy punk who won’t listen to reason so that the new Genie and the girl-power Princess can look better by comparison.

So Genie can’t say, “after all, you’ve lied to everyone else, I was beginning to feel left out. If you’ll excuse me—Master.”

Because that would be him showing a lack of grace. Bitterness. Might make Genie, himself, look a little flawed—RELATABLE AND HUMAN, and it might underline the fact that he meant it when he said he wanted freedom. Oh, no, we can’t have that. Just have him say, all noble, “oh, you’re gonna drink from that cup. You’re breaking my heart.”

Please.

Who cares that Genie is set free when Genie didn’t seem to be all that trapped or broken-up about his captivity beforehand? Leave him in the lamp, he’s happy as a benevolent fairy godfather, doling out wisdom and one-liners for all eternity to ungrateful brats. 🙄 That’s how any competent audience member feels when they changed Genie’s characterization around.

And again, they made those changes so that Genie would look wiser and more gracious in that moment. Gee I wonder why they needed to make Genie seem more flawless this time around. I wonder what’s different about this Genie versus the original Genie.

And not only that, but they changed Jasmine’s character to make her more flawless and perfect, too. Because “women empowerment.” So now she’s not a real human girl who wants to be treated like a human being and get to be normal. No way, that’s too “simple naive girl” of her. We gotta make her strongggg and wiiiiise and a better leader than her father. Now she’s a political dreamer!

EUGH.

That’s not Jasmine. The whole point of the original Jasmine is that she wanted to be free, to be treated like a human, not a prized pet or a trophy, and she wanted a real friend. She never wanted to be Sultan. Never never never. She was the type of character who was trusting enough to assume a shopkeeper would happily give an apple away to a starving child—trusting enough to still love Prince Ali even though he turned out to be a liar not once but twice,—trusting enough to teach HIM TRUST.

Trust that he’s not going to be cast off just because he’s a street-rat! Trust that he can let other people know who he is, without having to be all money-and-status obsessed—

—no, listen, listen,

Aladdin’s whole character—and this movie is supposed to be about Aladdin—is that he’s insecure about who he is.

He thinks that because he’s poor and lives on the streets nobody will love him and he’ll always have problems that he’s trapped in. What does he think the solution to those problems are?

Wealth. Royalty.

And is that true? Are wealth and royalties also the guarantee of problems going away? No. But he’s never had those things before, so how would he know that?

I’ll tell you how.

Jasmine shows him.

When they’re in his hovel in the city, he is so excited to show her his view of the palace, and it’s the first thing that takes his eyes off of her for the scene—and she immediately turns away, dispirited, sits down, and sarcastically pops his daydream-bubble of how nice it must be to live in the palace. She is the reason his idea of having “no problems in the palace” stops being his dream. And they both bond over feeling trapped.

If Princess Jasmine wants to be Sultan, instead of wanting to be normal and free, then Aladdin is less able to connect with and relate to her. Their romance is less impactful. And she has less of an impact on him, on changing the way he sees the world. Because they go from “real people” to “strong-female-character and her supportive-male-trophy-boyfriend.”

And. Furthermore. He doesn’t even have to face the pressure of being offered the position of “Sultan.” Because Jasmine wants to be Sultan. So the LA movie just quietly eliminates the part where Sultan offers that to Aladdin, and fear and doubt cross over his face, and his big character flaw of insecurity makes a comeback. They just eliminate that part. So that Jasmine can want to be Sultan, and Aladdin can remain mildly supportive.

That is awful.

Because then, in this scene, which is the unraveling of all three main characters:

Aladdin has no real reason not to set Genie free. Absolutely none. They just came from a meeting where his future as a prince is guaranteed, and the villain seems to be gone. And, Aladdin feels no fear. Because he doesn’t have to be Sultan. He can just be a pampered prince on the arm of Jasmine. He clings to the lie—even though he starts this scene by saying it’s not a lie. He tells Genie he can’t do it on his own—but then he says he’s changed, “Aladdin is gone,” so which is it? Is he lying and he therefore needs Genie to keep it up, or is he no-longer-Aladdin so it’s not a lie and therefore he doesn’t need Genie anymore? Either way, his reasons for keeping Genie around are nonsensical. Cruel. Self-centered. Mind numbingly stupid. The scene is written terribly because they’re having to play TWISTER around the character motivations they’ve been slicing to pieces. So Aladdin is no longer sadly but relatably affirming that he’s still insecure, and needs the lie to keep the woman he loves: “Without you, I’m just Aladdin.” Instead, he’s a self-righteous double-talking punk. So that his girlfriend can look empowered and his genie can look wise.

Genie preaches and sermonizes and talks-down-to instead of honestly and emotionally reacting to the fact that his friend is betraying him and refusing the one dream he’s ever had. Will Smith’s face doesn’t move when he says “you’re breaking my heart.” He says it like an emotionally-manipulative school teacher, who knows the phrase sounds impactful but has no real vulnerable emotion to attach to the tone he says it in. It’s bad acting, is what I’m saying. And no wonder, because nothing about this is compelling. If Genie doesn’t care much about being free, then what’s the big deal, in this conversation? Why are they even arguing? Because Genie is disappointed in his new best friend’s moral fiber? None of that stopped him from helping Aladdin with the lie up until now. So now both characters look stupid and duplicitous, but Genie has the disadvantage of looking unsympathetic, too. Who cares if he’s free at the end of the movie—he “doesn’t care nothing about that wish.”

Jasmine isn’t in this scene but as I’ve said a hundred times, she cannot want to be Sultan. That cannot be her dream. Because if it is, 1) she’s not Jasmine. Shes not the girl who sics her tiger on princes and lets birds out of their palace cages and most importantly runs away. When they give her a new Girl Power dream, they have to go with the much-lamer version of the story where she’s not leaving behind everything she knew and boldly, if naively, trying to start a new life when she meets Aladdin. She doesn’t get to show that she’s willing to throw all that away and walk back into her gilded cage to save his life when her adventure gets him captured by palace guards. Instead, she’s just sneaking out to get to know her people for a quick little jaunt in the marketplace, and he’s caught later by himself in a less-emotionally impactful way like a bumbling cat-burglar in the palace, while she lies like we’re in a romcom. 2) she can’t want to be Sultan because it means she has an end-date to feeling “trapped” on the calendar, and that’s when her father dies and her dream automatically comes true. Regardless of who she’s married to. So there again, no reason to really connect with Aladdin. 3) Jasmine’s whole character is that she wants to be treated like a human. Being the Suktanwould be the exact opposite of that, for her. She’s already lived that. I’m so fed up with what they did to Jasmine. She was the perfect Princess for the lesson “the truth will set you free” and in this remake they made her the focal point of “positions of power will set you free.”

I’m not even going to go into Jafar.

This movie is terrible.

[anti-romantico]

[snow storm] nct johnny

warnings: couch sex, drinking, jerking, overstimulation

words: 1983

Johnny and you were in the middle of the second movie of your weekly movie night when both got a notification about the current storm snow. "Avoiding going outside is highly recommend"

— Well, I guess you're trapped here. — You said, pausing the movie and looking at Johnny.

— Oh no, so unfortunate. — You laughed at his sarcastic tone. — Are any of the pajamas I've left clean?

— Yes, all of them actually. You have plenty to choose from. — Johnny nodded and played the movie back.

After the movie ended, you went to the bathroom while Johnny cleaned.

The moment you walked out of the bathroom, all the lights turned off.

— Perfect, I was ready for the next movie. — You whined, walking to the living room using the flashlight of your phone to guide you. 

You threw yourself to the couch and heard Johnny getting closer. — Do you have candles?

— Just the ones we used for your birthday. — You looked at him, he shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the floor in front of you.

— It's really early too. — He said, checking the hour on his phone. — We should save the battery of our phones just in case. There's no signal or wifi anyways. — You said, threshing your phone to the little table in front of Johnny.

He imitated you and laid back on the couch. — Now what?

— Do you want to get drunk? I have tequila, vodka and rum. — Johnny laughed and nodded.

After a few rounds of shots, Johnny suggested to play through or dare, but since you were getting drunk pretty fast, it became only asking nasty questions.

— God, did she really call you "daddy"? — You laughed, taking another shot of rum.

— And kept doing it after I told her to stop. I've never had my dick softening that fast before. — It was his turn to have a drink of vodka before asking. — What about you? What was your worst time having sex?

You tried to remember. — Oh, when this guy I met at a party kept moaning his ex's name. — You left the glass shot on the table. — I ignored it at first, he was really good, but I got tired and told him to fuck his ex if he missed her that much.

— What an asshole. — Johnny got up off the floor and moved your legs so he could finally sit down beside you. But you stretched them again over his. 

— Ok, time to talk about our bestest.

— Oh you know her, actually. My last fuck buddy. 

— But there has to be this one time you really loved.

— Are you sure you want me to describe it?

— I'm going to do the same, anyways. 

— Fine… Don't laugh, but there's this time we were so desperate to fuck that we did it in my car. — You bit your lip while looking at Johnny. — You?

— Remember the guy I told you that sent me a dick pic once? — Johnny nodded. — I actually answered after a week.

— Wait, you sent nudes?

— Just with him. Then I invited him over and…

— Oh god, don't tell me you fucked on this couch.

— That one. — You pointed at the armchair at the corner of the room that you never use.

— Was it comfortable?

— Very. We did it multiple times.

Johnny stayed silent while looking at the armchair for a minute before talking. — I dare you to show me your favorite position.

You arched a brow, still pretty drunk. Johnny and you always teased each other, and even made out once, but you never took it further even when, at least, you wanted to. 

— Fine, but you can't touch me.

Johnny pushed your legs and went to the armchair, sitting on it and waited for you. He looked different than the other guy, of course he was bigger and barely could have his legs spread.

You walked to him and turned around, sitting over his crotch. He took a deep breath and clenched the fabric of the armchair.

You laid back until your back was against his chest and turned your face, feeling his heart beat like crazy. — Your turn. — You whispered.

— You have to turn around for that. — Johnny whispered back, finally being able to touch you.

You straddled him and placed your hands on his shoulders, but he put them on the back of the armchair. — This way you can help yourself bounce on my cock. — He stroked the exposed skin and lifted the fabric of your pajama shorts, making you sigh. — And there's another one, you want me to show you?

You nodded and let him push you to the side, telling you to stay in that position. He placed himself behind you, rubbing his dick on your butt.

You pushed yourself back, meeting his hips. He grabbed your hips and started to slowly hump you. 

— Now you see why I like it? — Johnny asked, fastening his pace.

You moaned and nodded, grabbing one of your boobs over your shirt and squeezed it.

Johnny couldn't control himself anymore and pulled your shorts down, leaving you with your underwear. You turned your face when you felt his hands leave you and found him pulling his jeans down.

He humped you harder this time, making sure to brush his cock over your cunt. You met his hips midway and moaned, loving how good he was making you feel.

No words were exchanged, not even after you two cummed. He held you against him, preventing you to fall.

He finally let you go and went back to the couch, and before he could pull his jeans up, you straddled him again.

— I don't think I'm drunk enough. — Johnny said. His gaze followed you, watching you pour a shot of tequila for each.

— We weren't drunk the last time we made out. — You said, chugging the shot and waiting for him to do the same.

— Are we going to make out? — He took the shot and hugged with one arm so he could let the shot on the table without dropping you.

You hugged him from his shoulders and whined when his dick twitched under you. Both still only with your underwear.

— We can always blame the alcohol in case something else happens. — You whispered while playing with the hem of his shirt.

— And what else can happen here? Because not even 5 minutes ago I cummed in my boxers by just humping you, I would be more than pleased if we do it again. 

— Only humping? 

— Unless you have a condom I can use. — You cursed under your breath, you didn't remember.

You got up and ran to your room, Johnny laughed and patiently waited. You looked so excited when you ran back to him with three condoms in your hand.

— Are these enough? — You got back to your place and put the condoms beside his legs.

— We'll see… — Johnny pulled you and kissed you hard, immediately attacking your mouth with his tongue.

Your hips started to hump his cock again, causing both of you to curse over each other's mouths. You felt wet again and sucked on Johnny's lower lip before humping him faster.

But Johnny couldn't wait any longer, he ripped one of the condoms and pushed you to finally free his cock, the tip was red and glistening with precum. You loved the way the condom rolled down his long cock, aching for him to be inside you. You hovered over him and moved your panties to the side.

Johnny guided the tip to your entrance and let you sink down at your own pace.

He was long and a little bit thick. You moaned when he bottomed you out. His hand traveled to your neck and kissed you.

— Wait… — You said when he tried to thrust into you. It was a little bit too much for you.

Johnny tried again, this time slowly. 

But peace didn't rule for long, when you finally got used to his size, you were jumping on him, obsessing over his cock fucking you deep. 

You took off your shirt and let Johnny play with your tits, his shirt also flying away. You were only in your underwear and he still had his boxers and jeans on, but none of you seemed to care.

You felt your thighs cramp, and suddenly stopped. Johnny put you down on the couch and fully undressed, but left your underwear on. He went back into you and showed nor mercy, his hips started to ram against you, making you moan really loud.

Your finger dug deep in his arms beside your head, you weren't in control over your body anymore, it was him and just him.

But Johnny's sanity wasn't any better than yours; his sight was blurry, his mouth was dry, he was going to cum at any second. And so did you.

Your fingers were toying with your clit, prolonging your orgasm and waiting for him to fill the condom. 

Johnny pulled out and removed the condom, tying it and placing it over a napkin. He sat down and pulled you with him, making you straddle him again. 

Your eyes went immediately to his cock. — Are you still drunk? — You asked, your eyes not leaving his dick.

— After that, I doubt it.

— We didn't do my favorite position. — You said, stroking him.

Johnny hissed, still sensitive. — Right, how selfish of me. — With his head laid back, he let you spit on your hand to help you jerking him.

You were able to feel how he was getting harder and harder with your help. He then removed your hand and jerked himself, you gave him another condom and waited for him to put it on. 

Once he was ready, you turned around and helped him line himself, and you wished you would've gone slower, cause you practically sank down, whimpering.

— Shit… — Johnny cursed when you tighten around him.

You laid your back against  his chest, sighing with the new angle. Johnny pulled your legs and positioned them on the couch.

You were so done.

Before you could fully hold yourself, his hips rammed up against your cunt, earning the loudest moans you’ve ever made.

His lips were on your neck, not long after he started to leave marks. His fingers were pinching your nipples and you were a moaning sweaty mess. 

The fast pace he had made his dick slipped out of you, making you whine. He re-inserted himself and continued to abuse your poor hole. 

— You feel so good, John… — Your fingers went to your clit, but he pushed away.

— Let me do it.

It was overwhelming; his balls hitting with every thrust, one hand on your nipples and the other on your clit. 

— Johnny… — You couldn't properly finish the sentence, he was all over you and you loved it.

— Are you going to cum? 

You just nodded, reaching your hand to his hair and pulled it, scratching his neck in the process.

Johnny didn’t give you time to recover when you finally cum, and you tried to pull yourself away from him, but his strong arms around you stopped you.

— It’s too much. — You whined, digging your nails on the skin of his arm. 

— Give me another one, love.

You shook your head, you were practically crying. But your body just gave up. It started to feel too hot for your liking, being in your own body burned like shit.

When Johnny finally stopped, you felt his fingers cleaning the tears from your cheeks.

— Are you ok? — You heard his voice too far, like an echo.

— That was so good. — You earned a chuckle from him. 

— Go get cleaned up, I’ll take care of the couch.

It was when it hit you. His thighs, and yours too, were too sticky. And not to mention the state of the poor couch. 

— God… We should do this more often, don’t you think?

[imissubaee]

I can’t help it, I want you (Fem!User x Miguel O’Hara)

TW: Age Gap, cheating, toxic relationship, drinking, degrading kink, harsh words, smut

A/N: This is my first fic after sooo long be nice:(

MDNI!🔞😤

“What the fuck?!” You exclaim, fiery eyes roaming over the text messages that your best friend has gotten her hands on somehow. A sigh escaping your trembling lips, your best friend placed her hand’s onto your stiff shoulders.

“Didn’t I tell you? You really thought a man like that would be loyal. Pft.” She sarcastically exclaimed. That girl never was emotionally aware, she never thought about the heaviness of the situation. But you loved her.

“You’re not helping!” You bark out while sobbing, hands coming to cover your face. She realized the seriousness of the situation and tried to comfort you. “Leave me alone, Please. G-go home or something. Just leave me alone.” You struggled to speak out thru sniffs and heavy breaths.

Feeling a pang of guilt but still overwhelmed by everything, you just told her a quiet ‘i love you’ as the usually silly woman headed out of the door. Yes, You were a dick in the moment. But so was she.

And so was Miguel.

Two broken empty bottles of vodka lay on the floor of your bedroom, your breath hot, reeking of alcohol. You didn’t even like vodka. It was just for an upcoming party but fuck it, you needed something strong. Sobbing, half naked and almost passed out you call Miguel for a quick fuck. Something you just did out of a habit, forgetting he’s a dumb cheater.

Well maybe it turned you on. To be treated like shit by the older man.

Huge, rough hands groping your ass, his thick cock buried balls deep in your warm pussy. You knew it too well. You’re nothing but a hole for him. But he’s too irresistible. Even tho he constantly said names of different women when fucking you from behind you didn’t care. All you needed was a big thick cock to fill your greedy pussy. It was either Miguel or your junkie roommate.

Obviously you choose Miguel cause you never knew what unknown disease that man could give you.

“Disgusting drunken mess…Ngh…I don’t even know why I bother with you. You’re nothing but a warm pussy and a hot mouth to me. I have way better women than you on the side, dumb bitch.” Big hand wrapping around your hair, pulling at it as he fucked faster and faster. Such a shame he had a condom on.

You wanted to carry his child, to be full and round with his seed. You needed to somehow take him all to yourself. ‘Maybe I should babytrap him?’, the alcohol was thinking for you, ‘that way he’ll only be mine.’

“I think we should do it without protection…for a more real feel, huh? What do you think?” Smirking, he pulled out, taking the annoying condom off with excitement. He fucked you so fast, not realizing he was about to cum. Your legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing him tightly, not letting him pull out.

Thick, sticky ropes of his juices emptied into your womb, in the ecstasy of it Miguel didn’t realize his mistake. Suddenly his blood went cold. Realizing what he did he quickly pulled out of you.

“What’s wrong?” A sly chuckle came out of your lips that were stretched in a beautiful smile.

“I just fucking came inside you.” His expression panicked. He tried to scoop out as much of cum out of you and smeared it on your tits. “You crazy bitch! You tried to baby trap me! Fuck!” A sharp sting sobered you slightly up. “Listen here, disgusting whore. I don’t give a fuck if you end up pregnant. Do not ever call me agin.”

With hurried movements he put his clothes back on and slammed the door behind him.

PT2?👀👀👀