#oh shit i had another 1 in my drafts

[pup-pee]

another 1

love when she goes :o

[xxepherr]

.ೃ࿐JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY | FC43

summary — in which franco’s just been thrown into the glamorous world of formula 1, and as his slightly jealous partner, you don’t take all the people flirting with him too lightly

pairings — franco colapinto x princess!reader (established relationship)

pronouns — none explicitly, fem presenting

word count — 2090

note — i have another princess! reader thats been in the drafts for like two months but this one lowkey wins

YOU WEREN’T NECESSARILY THE jealous type. there were sprinkles of it growing up: jealous of those who had a normal life, jealous of the other kids who got to do whatever they wanted, and jealous of how no one seemed to want to hang out with you because you couldn’t really bring much to the table. 

you had a good life and a good upbringing, but you never really understood any of it until you were midway through your teenage years. that’s when the weight of being in a royal family hit. but even then, and still now, why did it matter so much when your older brother was the crown prince anyway? and how his eventual children would be in line for the throne before you? 

you weren’t jealous of that at least, despite only having turned twenty-one this year, you didn’t want the throne at all. you wanted to go do things, see things, not have more responsibilities held over your head. that was the life your brother wanted, a life he was already accepting; it certainly wasn’t for you.

meeting franco colapinto for the first time at thirteen was probably the reason your whole trajectory changed. he was so carefree, happy, free to do as he pleased — you couldn't do that. you couldn’t remember why you had ended up at some karting championship in copenhagen now, but you were glad you did. you met him there, talked to him there, and he embarrassed himself with not knowing how to greet you there. you’d giggled, telling him he didn’t actually have to greet you with a bow like how they do it in the movies, and that was that.

you’d met him again at fifteen, and he hadn’t exactly learnt from his past mistakes . . . not that you minded. uttering a “i did some research” with a cheeky wink and a kiss to the back of your hand, your face had flushed a pink so bright that it had your mother thinking you’d come down with a sudden fever. it was sweet, he’d slipped you his email on a small tear-off bit of paper that he had prepared ahead of time, and you’d replied with the number that directed to the landline beside your bedside table. six months later, you were dating. 

YOU considered that maybe there was a little bit of jealousy bubbling up in your stomach when franco got his seat in formula one. you were so excited that he had finally achieved his dream that you’d turned the cottage you lived in together into a mini celebration: you made breakfast with a side of wine, then hopped on a plane to buenos aires so that he could go see his family about it. 

the one thing you had not expected was just how much he would be loved in the sport . . . by teenage girls. and girls your age. and journalists. and literally anyone who thought he was attractive. he had personality and was so much fun to talk to, but oh my god you did not think that the whole of the internet would start livetweeting about how they wanted to fuck him. 

in all fairness, they didn’t know about the two of you. it was fairly easy to hide when they had such a secluded cottage on royal grounds. your relationship was coming into its seventh year soon, you’d gotten engaged in january, and somehow it was still a secret with how much you two were public figures. 

it had been a few races too many now, and if anything, it had only gotten worse. maybe you were jealous because you hadn’t seen franco since he left for singapore, and the mexican grand prix had just ended. the only thing stopping you from going to instagram and posting a shit ton of photos and videos of you and franco together was the fact that you had just landed in brazil to see him now that you weren’t busy. 

you’d gotten good at the whole lowkey thing after years laying low as a royal trying to go out on dates with franco. all you had to do was toss on one of franco’s hoodies, pull the hood up over your head, and make sure you walked inconspicuously on your own. the bodyguards you had to have with you all dressed super casually also and trailed behind and in front a reasonable distance away until you were outside the airport and loading your bags into the back of a range rover. 

you dropped the hood the second you hopped into the backseat of the car, immediately launching yourself at your fiancé before the door was shut. franco laughed as he peppered delicate kisses across your face, each one more frantic than the last like you would disappear if he were to let go. you vaguely heard the door shut with thanks to the bodyguard walking around to the front seat of the car, and you made a mental note to thank him the moment you were all caught up with franco. “i missed you,” his tone was heavily accented in that voice that you loved so much, that voice that sounded so much better in person than it did in terrible quality over the phone.

“missed you more,” you mumbled softly, breathing in the subtle note of vanilla from his soap underneath the familiar cologne he always wore. you knew that the sooner you fastened your seatbelt, the faster you’d be driven to the hotel, so you hastily clipped it across you and snuggled back into franco’s side. “we are having words when we get out of this car,” you mumbled.

franco’s eyebrows furrowed, “we are?” he asked, and he felt you nod against his side. “right, we are.”

IT WAS NICE TO feel normal again. being with franco equalled feeling like you were a completely other person. you kept him separate and would be until you were married — he obviously didn’t accompany you to family events or royal appearances because you’d worked a deal out with your parents years ago to keep things private just until you were absolutely sure you were spending your life with him. his first public appearance would be your january wedding under glittering snowflakes. 

you were ready to break normal. the feeling had been crawling under your skin for months now, ever since he was called overnight out to italy and kickstarted his new career in being an international heartthrob who everyone was convinced was a playboy bachelor. he was nothing of the sort when he was currently cuddling into your side in his hotel room, half-asleep and trailing his fingertips up and down your thigh. 

“i don’t like seeing what people say about you online, you know,” you dared to finally bring up, months of jealousy trying to break free in your tone. franco could hear remnants of it clear as day, even in his tired state. “i can’t even say anything.”

he knew you weren’t dependent on your phone, it was only ever when he was away that you constantly had it on you to call, text and check F1 updates on twitter. at this point, the whole reason you had a phone was for him. of course you were in tune with what people were saying about him online. did you enjoy watching the tiktok edits people made? yes. that did not help your case in the slightest, though. “aw, baby,” he hummed, “what would you say?”

“that you’re my fiancé,” the label was still so new, so warm across your tongue. franco’s smile was immediate at the sound of it. “not theirs.”

“aw,” he cooed, “is someone a little jealous?” you groaned instantly, moving to push away from him. franco quickly sprung like some kind of trap, suddenly so awake as he wrapped his strong arms around you to hold you in place. “you are!” he laughed. “you are jealous!”

“. . . maybe,” you admitted, caving a little quicker than you liked. “it is hard not to be, no? look at all the attention you get from everyone else while i sit at home and have to watch.”

it had always been a difficult situation, he experienced the same jealousy on occasion, too. whenever you’d go to events with your family and were greeted by other nobles close in age to you or you were overly polite at fundraisers and celebrations, he saw it all when he turned on the tv or simply went online. it was so simple: your relationship wasn’t public – really, it was your own collective fault.

“we won’t have to deal with this for much longer,” he mumbled, and you felt each exhale brush through your hair; a soothing lullaby for you only. “january isn’t too far—”

“i don’t want to wait,” the words tumbled from your lips before you could even think about them. “i know we talked about it . . . but what if we just— just, i don’t know,” you stuttered uncharacteristically, shyly. you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this way. “i don’t know.”

“you do,” franco kept his voice low, a gentle murmur that had you melting into his embrace impossibly further. “talk to me.”

your mouth fell open and then closed, then did it once more. you supposed it couldn’t be anymore embarrassing than that one time you had to admit that you liked him in front of four middle-aged bodyguards in a playground. that had been bad. this should be nothing. “i don’t want to hide anymore.” franco remained silent. “i want to hold your hand like . . . like how lily and alex get to,” it was the first example to come to mind, having seen them through lily’s account on instagram last grand prix. “but,” you quickly added, “if you don’t want to—”

“of course i want to,” franco chuckled to himself, “i wanted the privacy for you more than i wanted it for me.” he admitted it in a way that you knew wasn’t meant to make you feel guilty, but you couldn’t really help but feel your heart sink a little in your chest. 

franco could feel the sudden drop, your souls intertwined long ago. “. . . that sounded terrible, i know,” he poked his fingers into your side, pulling gasped giggles from you. “but you’re technically more famous than i am,” there was subtle tease in his tone among the seriousness, “i wanted what was best for you, you know that.”

“mhm,” you hummed in thought, tapping your fingers against his. “i just don’t think i can wait anymore. i want to watch you in person, especially while you are at williams now. i don’t want to miss it.” you were his second biggest fan behind his family, and who knows when he would get the chance to drive a formula one car again? if you missed this now, you’d never forgive yourself for it. 

“okay,” he nodded, very chill about the whole thing. it wasn’t surprising, you knew he didn’t mind in the slightest. exposing your relationship just meant that he got to show you off to the world as if he were the luckiest man alive. showing you off to his close friends and family wasn’t enough anymore, and here you were giving him the chance. “how do you want to do this?”

the one thing you sadly couldn’t do was just show up with him when he was at the track. you sadly had to have at least two people with you for protection as your parents wished, and so more arrangements would have to be made and it would be a whole bigger deal than it should be. 

“hm . . .” you thought, trailing off as your hand slowly inched towards where your phone was sitting on the bedside table. “i have an idea.”

“can you do it later?” franco asked with a tired smile, sitting up to pull the blankets over the two of you and settling his neck to rest against your neck. “i want your attention now.”

“mhm, my love,” you turned your head to press a gentle kiss to the top of his head, his soft curls tickling your lips. “get some sleep, i love you.”

“i love you more,” his voice reverberated against your skin, rumbling through into your chest. “so, so much more . . .” he trailed off into slow breathing, falling into an instantaneous sleep — the sleep he only managed to get when you were tucked safely into his side.

princessofdenmark: can u guys pls stop hitting on my fiancé now

[alanisstonedd]

busted | singledad!ony x teacher!reader

an: so cute! i love themmmm. i’ve had this one in the drafts for a while now yall, please enjoy! send me ya nasty asks

cw: fluff, suggestive themes, black!reader, cussing, single dad

you hear a soft knock, blinking up from your laptop a little confused. it’s 1:30 and your kids are in science, currently grading with the little free time you do have today - you certainly were not expecting any meetings.

but when you focus your eyes on the figure at the door, you don’t even know why you didn’t expect that shit. amira’s father is once again standing in your classroom doorway, shoulders broad as hell in a white tee and grey sweats, clutching a little pink jacket in one thick hand. go figure.

you squint, not only at his unplanned appearance at 1:30 on a wednesday, but more so at the jacket “it’s… 85 degrees.” you can already smell the con he came in here tryna fool you with

he shrugs, biting his lip like he don’t even care about the excuse anymore. but he locks eyes with you and steps in slowly like he hasn’t been here a million times already. “mm — yeah, she said she was cold earlier. y’know kids. gotta be on go.”

you fold your arms, smiling despite yourself. he really is relentless — this is like the fourth time he’s been in here this week and you’re only three days in. “they in the art room right now, ony.” you sing-song, standing up and rounding your desk to give him your full attention. i mean he’s already here, smelling like you wanna climb him until your legs are around his head… it would be rude to not give him at least a second of your time.

“oh, word?” he steps farther in, looking around like he’s seeing it for the first time or something. “well… I could just leave it.” he mumbles, licking his lips at you, and it feels like he just turned the heat on in here.

this is precisely why you hate him coming in here like this — because as soon as you see that big ass frame tryna bust out of that white tee, that sweet smile that also somehow says “i’ll man-handle you and wear yo ass out”, and what maybe or may not be a bulge inbetween two huge thighs that you’re unsuccessfully trying to avoid… you fold like a damn chair. your will power is never strong enough to withstand this man and his apparently unyielding desire to see you.

but he doesn’t “just leave it”, of course, the man always has another plan.

instead, he sets it on amira’s desk and plops into the nearest tiny chair. you almost bust out laughing at how ridiculous he looks — this ass big man, all thick thighs and grown-man muscle, folded into a desk built for 7-year-olds.

you lean against your own desk, raising an eyebrow. you can’t help but smile at him grinning up at you like he’s so happy with himself. but he knows you already folded.

“you good, mr. ony?”

“mhmm.” he tilts his head, eyes trailing over your frame. drinking you in. wishing you’d move a little closer so he could reach for those hips. “you look real good today miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧. real professional. definitely too fine to be up in this school single…”

you roll your eyes, biting back a grin. “you here to flirt with me or to bring your child’s unnecessary outerwear?”

“it can’t be both? you know i need my miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ time…” he says, full grin, unabashedly and very obviously undressing you in his head.

“mhm, you a piece of work ony.” you’re trying to keep it together — you really are. hut this man’s sitting there all big and broad, sweats straining against his big ass legs in that tiny chair, hand stroking his sexy ass beard while he watches you like you’re art — eyes shining like the things he’s imagining doing to you right now have no place in this classroom

“so how’s your day been, miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧?” he asks, and all the sudden you’re hot with just those simple words, his voice all low and seductive. “you eat somethin’ today? drink your water? anybody holla at you yet or i’m the first lucky man?”

you tilt your head, snickering. “is that how you talk to every teacher?”. you sass back, fronting like you don’t want his flirting but you can’t deny the fanny flutters you get when he comes in thirsty for you.

he leans forward, tryna reel you in even closer than you already are, resting his arms on the tiny desk like it’s the most natural thing in the world. little does he know, you wanna lock that damn door and show him off-the-clock you.

“nah,” he says, eyes glinting with that mischief that makes your clit throb. he knows he got you — or at least got your attention. “just the one i’m tryna take out for dinner… then dessert… and then breakfast.”

your breath catches, and he immediately sees that shit because he’s been watching you like a hawk since he came in here. watching you every move, your beautiful face and all your expressions like he wants to know every single one you have, jealous of the way your hands get to hold your juicy hips and thighs.

he stands up realllll slow, walking toward you, caging you in — close enough that the desk’s edge is flush against your booty, that the heat from his big frame is making your face hot. making all of you hot. you try to stay calm. professional. but his voice drops to that dangerous whisper.

“y’know how hard it is not to grab yo fine ass and kiss you every time I see you?”

you blink up at him, heat crawling up your neck and down into your pussy. his hands on the desk behind you, boxing you in, his hips dangerously close to your hips.

“ony, this is not—”

his hand slides up your thigh slow like he wants you to feel it, hiking your leg up just slightly against his body. he leans in slow enough to show you he’s not scared, lips barely brushing yours, eyes flicking between your mouth and your eyes like he’s starving. he wants you in his bed already. the holding-back is not for him, but if he keeps this up, he might do something regrettable in this elementary school classroom.

then, suddenly, just as you’re about to lean in and suck his tongue like yall are alone, his hands gripping you up and pressing you against him like he craves to do every damn day —

SLAM.

the classroom door swings open.

you jump against your desk. he steps back lightning fast, not ashamed but… you could loose your job right? ‘course he wants to have you, but ideally without that possibility.

amira skips in like she owns the place, completely oblivious to the little situation happening in there just moments before.

“hi miss ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧! miss smith said i could come get my water bottle!”

she grabs it off her desk, “oh, hi daddy…” and gives you both a sweet little wave before skipping back the way she came in…

but she pauses mid-skip and turns around…she squints at you both like she knows something, then smiles like the devil. she lets out a little “mhm..” before continuing on her way back to science class.

but not before blurting “quit kissin’ on the mouth with the door unlocked!” you hear a sneaky giggle and then she’s skipping right out the door before yall can even speak.

you and ony are still frozen in shock — then BURSTING out laughing. he collapses forward into you, head on your shoulder, muffling a full-body laugh into your shirt while you wheeze with one hand over your heart. she too smart for her age.

you shake your head, smirking. “you ain’t right, mr. ony. almost got our asses busted.”

he grins into your shoulder, like he doesn’t even care. “she really said on the mouth… we wasn’t even…”

© 2025 alanisstonedd. all rights reserved — do not steal, plagiarize, or modify my content.

hope yall liked this! likes, comments, reblogs and all the rest are much appreciated!!

xoxo, lani 💋💋💋

[dimestoresuguru]

bestfriend!gojo x reader | 1.

PART TWO PART THREE

content; no actual smut but gojo is so horny for u LOL, ur bf/ex-bf(?) sucks and ur crying bc of him to satoru, erm strong language (cock, shitty, tits, etc.), no curses AU bc i choose to be happy, they're just like college kids in this. so like 20 - 22? idk im not making a decision abt that rn.

author; i feel like this needs to be a fic bc i have another draft that would line up so well w this. idk but my creative juices r FLOWING rn. might get high and get even flow-y-er *smile*

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bestfriend!gojo who never had ulterior motives in being your friend. when he befriended you at 12, the only reason he had was because you had digimon stickers on your DS that you were always playing on during your walk to school. totally innocent. at least, until right now, when you looked so so pretty crying in his car.

of course he felt guilty, you're his best friend, you're hurting and all he can think about is how good your tits look in the low cut top you're wearing right now. and about how good you would look under him, crying about how good his cock feel inside you instead of the stupid asshole that had hurt your feelings one too many times for gojo's liking.

"- and i just don't get why he would treat me this way? like what's so wrong with me that he would do that?"

he's only able to pull his thoughts away from marking up those gorgeous tits of yours to hear the very end of your sentence. but he jumps right into action - there's no way he can let you continue with this train of thinking. "oh baby no, there's nothing wrong with you."

"but-" your protest is quickly shut down by gojo.

"no buts. there is nothing that you have done to justify his treatment of you. you have given him so much, i know for a fact that you were to one to plan every single one of your dates, and so much of your time has been spent catering to his needs while ignoring your own. he's a shit boyfriend and an even shittier guy for having the audacity to ask even more out of you." gojo says this with so much sincerity, he sounds like he's about ready to start begging you to believe him. he's seen how much time and effort you've put into this guy, even when you're in uni and have a part-time job. always catering to what he likes to eat, what he likes to do and talk about. noting about you. he's also seen this guy give you absolutely nothing in return.

bestfriend!gojo might've just been thinking about fucking you in the backseat of his car, but that doesn't mean he's going to be a shitty friend and let you keep getting treated like garbage by a guy who's IQ like 1/16th of your own. and his name is mike. who the fuck is named mike nowadays?

bestfriend!gojo who knows everything about you, has memorized what your favourite snacks are, what time you like getting in to bed so that you can actually get enough sleep, knows exactly how much studying you can do before you feel like you want to cry (but what you really need is a cup of tea and a 30 minute break.)

bestfriend!gojo who is desperately hoping that you can't see the boner he has for you through his pants, because even if you feel like a mess, he thinks you look so gorgeous with your mascara running down your face, and he'd really like to make you a mess for a very, very, different reason than the one right now.

bestfriend!gojo who ignores everything he's feeling, and just focuses on you. because making you feel better right now is so much more important to him than anything else.

[kanmom51]

Jikook in bed - Part 1

I am pissed and in a not good way.

Worked over 4 hours writing this post, saved to drafts only for the whole damn thing to just disappear.

Did I mention I am pissed?

Cause I am.

Ok, let me take a breath and try to put down on paper my thoughts, hopefully I will remember some of them.  Sob sob.

Jikook in bed. 

Who would have thought that I would be writing a post about Jikook in bed? 

Please don't answer my rhetorical question, lol.

Who thought after the Jikook drought we got in 2023 that we would be getting this, eh?  And yet, here we are.  Me losing count of the number of posts I’ve already written about episodes 1 and 2 alone of Are you sure?! And I’m not done yet.  And another episode is coming today!!!

Did I mention just how overwhelmed I am?  In the very best way.  Well, other than being pissed at Tumblr for throwing away my hard work. 😭😭

I’ll be breaking this down into 2 parts because damn it, there is so much to say about these two short clips we get of the two in bed.  Both playful.  Both sus as shit.  If shit is sus – I guess we can ask JM on his thoughts about that – yes I did go there.  Poor man is not going to live this down, and now I understand why he kept asking if this could air – not because he was worried about their flirty handsy moments.  NOPE.  But because of the shit, lol.

Ok, so part 1 will be focusing on the brushing teeth in bed, while part 2 will focus on the handsy cuddly butt wacky master bedroom action.

When watching the whole brushing teeth in bed I had to ask myself a multiple why’s?

Why brush teeth in the bedroom? 

Or more so, why in that bedroom?

Why not in the bathroom?

Perhaps because we would see they are both using the master bedroom ensuite?

It’s not that we couldn’t deduce that from the footage, but that would take more looking into, which let’s be real, most army don’t do.  They watch it once or twice and many don’t pay attention to the details.  A lot of details need us to view the footage multiple times something that most army are not into – they don’t care to find out more.  They see the surface, JK and JM being cute, and that’s enough for them to say “oh, they are so brotherly…. Such brotherly love…” without wanting to see anything else.

But if you do look closer you see A LOT.

You see that JM does the tour of the house, showing us 4 bedrooms, first one being a master bedroom with a king size bed and an ensuite he shows us.

An ensuite we later see JK in while preparing to go out shopping.

So yes.  They were both using the same bathroom in that huge modern fancy house with 4 bedrooms and obviously more than one bathroom that happened to be the ensuite to the master bedroom.

And perhaps they didn’t want it to be too obvious.  Because why use that same bathroom? 

*side note: at this point, when JM goes to check on JK there is clearly a staff member in there with them. The way the camera moves the angle of filming changes, it's clear that is not a static camera, unlike the ones we got from the bedrooms and hallway at night and in the morning. It looks like the staff member is using JM's go pro to film that and as JM walks out of the bathroom the camera changes hands and JM has it. And I state this because most of the time there wasn't staff in the house with them. For a lot of the time they had the house to themselves. My educated guess would be that just like we saw they had control over the cameras in the house, could easily turn them on and off (JK with the hallway camera), they were the ones to decide when the staff can join them in the house to film or resume filming.

Another possible reason why we got the bedroom scene would be that they didn’t want to place a camera in the bathroom, which they obviously didn’t. I mean, that bathroom was rather small – you know, as ensuites usually are, and having them both stand there and brush their teeth would be cramped and uncomfortable (we saw that in Sapporo we did have them place that camera for us to see them brush their teeth side by side).  Also, obviously they wouldn’t want permanent cameras placed in the bathroom for privacy reasons – duh.  Even if they did have control over turning the cameras on and off. In Sapporo it’s clearly a camera they set up themselves, one they could just pick up and take away. They placed it there for the purpose of filming themselves brushing their teeth side by side. 

So basically, imo, this whole brushing teeth in the bedroom JK was supposedly sleeping in was a combination of it all.

They wanted us to see them brush their teeth prior to going to sleep.  They didn’t want us to see that they were sharing the ensuite bathroom (the bathroom connected to the room JM was sleeping in).

And the cherry to top it all is showing us this is where JK is going to spend the night.

Because that was somehow something they needed to show us.

Unlike the cabin with the one bed, that didn’t ‘allow’ for another option, the two spending the night in the same bed while there are another 3 lovely empty rooms available, would be too much perhaps.

You know, deniability and all. 

Makes even more sense seeing this was filmed in July 2023, and the two did not know just yet what lies ahead of them when it comes to their enlistment.

Let’s talk about that for a sec, why don’t we?

Those cameras in the house, they were placed ahead of time.  Before the two arrived.  I’m talking about the permanent cameras – the ones downstairs, the one in the hallway, the one in JK’s bedroom, the one in the master bedroom.

This was decided ahead of time – that they will not be sharing a bedroom.  Not on camera anyway. And this wasn’t their decision!

I don’t think that JM asking while standing in that room whether to sleep together with JK, adding a comment about getting hit was an actual contemplation on his part.  I think it was him signalling that it’s definitely an option and perhaps the reason why he won’t be is because of not wanting to get hit.  Him doing all of that when JK is there in the room with him (probably going through his luggage which was probably there too – we don’t get to see, but it makes sense seeing how small the other room was and the fact that JK was using the ensuite).  We also see JK throw something onto the bed – perhaps a heat pack he took out of that luggage?  But he’s there and they leave the room together shortly after.

"Should I sleep next to Jungkook tonight? Will he hit me again?"...

Again, let me be clear here with what I’m saying.  JM asking this was a mute question, and he knew it, seeing that they were both well aware of the fact that cameras were already placed in the two bedrooms expecting them not to be sharing that bed.  At least not on camera.

And you know where else you see that bemusement about the separate beds?

In the trailer where we get them in Sapporo the two standing in the hotel room JK asking JM which bed he wants to choose.  JM’s reaction super telling. 

And what about the house in Jeju?  Clearly that second bed was brought up from the room downstairs (we know that from the original layout of the house).  Yes, Tae was joining.  But wouldn’t that be less sus them sharing a bed?  We’ve seen them all share beds in previous content.  Tae literally shared one with his mates back in 2022.  I guess that the idea was to show us that when there is an option they won’t share a bed?  That the CT cabin was a ‘must’ as there was only one bed and there was no choice?  Strange, seeing that there were other options for cabins that were not 1 shared bed.  Well, never mind that.  In any case I guess there was need for the deniability, seeing as to how cozy those two were the next day in that one bed in the master bedroom. 

Seeing that plus knowing they shared a bed could be construed as too much perhaps.

Btw, you know what that whole scene in bed reminded me of?

Remember that time JK was asked what his favourite memory from their trip to Tokyo?

Remember his answer?

JM staying up until 5 am on his phone and sleeping in the next morning?

Sorry, but that constant smirk on JM's face... to die...

and

Yes Jeon. "He" didn't sleep at night. That's why both of you overslept the next day.

*Side note: at the end of the interview/sit down JM won a gift which guess who was given straight away?

Well, them in bed together there in CT, seeing those few seconds we were allowed to see (with the many cuts) – that is how I picture them in Tokyo on that trip.  Those calm almost boring moments in bed together.  On their phones.  Snuggling.  Playing.  Just enjoying being next to each other, just the two of them, outside world be damned. 

That is what JK loved most in Tokyo. That is what was most memorable to him (our introvert sweetie).

And he got that here as well.

You could argue: "what's the difference here from the two spending time together in bed in Seoul at either of their palaces?" And my answer to that would be:

EVERYTHING.

How can you even compare? Being back in Seoul, with all the playing around their schedules and stress and pressures and anxiety that still linger even when you are home, even when you are together with your loved one. You can't compare it to this. JM taking the time off to be with him. JK taking the couple of days off during his promotions for his first solo debut. Getting away from it all. Spending those 3 days together alone. No work. No stress. No pressure. Even with JK feeling physically off and JM's diarrhea. Just the two of them, away. Away from everything and everyone. Having those tiny every so important soft moments.

Or in layman's words: having a cuddle at home is not the same as having that cuddle when away, taking that time to spend together as a couple. It's just not the same. It's so much more. And that is also why it was so memorable for JK back in 2017.

I’m getting kind of emotional here folks.  Don’t mind me.

Let’s get back to the brushing teeth in bed, shall we?

Again, in the second bedroom and not the master, even though it’s the master ensuite they are using as a bathroom!!

Why not see them brush their teeth on the master bed?  Yeah, I think I answered that one already.  We weren’t supposed to deduct that JK was using the master ensuite.

We were to know that JK was sleeping in that room, we even got to see him go to sleep and wake up there.  It was very important that we see that.  Not make a mistake that maybe, just maybe, they spent the night together.

What do I think, you ask?  I will tell you, even if you didn’t ask, lol.

I think that JK probably did sleep in that bed for a bit.  A BIT.  Like a really really short bit.

I also think that they spent much time together in that one bed in the master bedroom.  They got the pre-sleep cuddles (that we didn’t get to see) and they got the post-sleep cuddles (that we also didn’t get to see – and I’ll get into that in the next post – just saying that JK walking into the room and out of it after he woke up – the first time he goes in and out – there was a HUGE chunk cut out of the footage).

Oh, and they got the post-JK eating crap for breakfast- cuddles too.

This isn’t going the way I wanted it to, lol.  I’m talking too much about stuff that is meant for part 2 of Jikook in bed.  You see, this is why it is all intertwined and if there wasn’t an issue with image limits or readers losing focus with too long posts this would all be one post.  But 'tis what 'tis and I have to stop talking about the master bedroom!!!

So, back to the toothbrushing.

This was them:

JK literally pulling JM down to lie on the bed.

The giggles (oh, what I want to say now and am holding myself back).

Their playfulness is on another level.

Add the legs over shoulder.

After JM laying his legs on JK's shoulders, JK grabbing the legs and pulling JM even closer in.

I love how with Jikook we live on moments that remind us of other moments. And this one kind of reminds me of another moment back from 2019 during rehearsal for the LY concerts, JM coming in behind JK to hold him and JK pulling JM's arm in for an even closer hug.

And we have cuts, of course.

So many of them.

Including this one.

And this one.

The cuts.  We should talk about them for a sec. 

There is hours and hours of footage, and obviously there are things that are deemed to end up on the editing room floor.  Footage that might be boring or irrelevant to whatever it is they want to be showing us.  There is also a time constrict that needs to be kept.  Understandably not everything can be left in.

But it’s some decisions that make you raise an eyebrow.  Some of those editing decisions that make you think – why cut this?  Why not leave the flow? 

And these moments are exactly those type of moments.

Obviously the fans will go crazy for seeing them be so playful and mucking around.  They are brushing their teeth and it’s clear this isn’t something that is going on for too long of a time.  So, why not allow us to see the FULL interaction?  I think we know the answer to that, don’t we?  Once again it’s those two being too much.  Too obvious.  Too handsy. Too couplie.

How exactly does JK end up with his back to us?

Why is he with his back to us?

Why is the whole scene with JM’s legs hanging over JK’s shoulders cut short?

And why does JK continue to be with his back to us after this has clearly ended and JM is sitting on the edge of the bed?

I kind of think that I know why JK was sitting with his back to us, and why it’s cut at that point and we never get to see them get out of that bed.

Great time to sign off.

See you for part 2 of Jikook in bed.

[1800bitchcraft]

Fate Part 1

A/N: I... don't even have an explanation for this, honestly. I love omegaverse shit and I am a horrible degenerate. Thus, this was born 🤷🏼‍♀️ it's been sitting in my drafts for ages, I hope y'all enjoy it! I have a very long form Ford fic that builds more on Bimbo!Reader and Researcher!Ford that will probably be what I post next. I am very close to finishing it and then I'll be cracking down on all the requests you've given me! I'm excited to be back, hope y'all like what I have for you!❤️

CW: heat, rut, dubcon (comes w/ the trope tbh), mates, biting, scent kink, Ford is oblivious until he isn't, feral Ford, switch Ford, marathon sex, mating press, probably a lil misogyny but it's hot okay?, oral, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, nesting, choking, marking, breeding, creampie

Part 2 can be found here

!!!! MDNI OR I WILL SCREAM !!!!

Ford would be the first to admit he wasn't always the most observant.

The truth was, unless you had horns or a tail or multiple sets of eyes, he would hardly pay you much mind. But you? You were different. He knew that from the first moment he laid eyes on you. He'd gone to the local library, needing an even quieter place than his lab or his study to continue his current research. He'd caught a glimpse of you as you'd wandered through the stacks. You weren't looking for anything in particular, seemingly roaming through the endless bookcases in search of anything that caught your attention. What happened instead, though, was you running smack into a tall, broad frame.

"Oof-" the grunt left you as you ran straight into a solid wall of a man, slightly soft around the edges but no less firm. Books tumbled to the floor and you tripped, feet going out from under you. You braced yourself for a fall that... never came.

Blinking, you realized you felt the firm press of strong arms around your middle. You turned your head slightly, meeting warm brown eyes, brows furrowed in concern. He tugged slightly, righting you. It was enough to set you stumbling again and your cheeks burned as you pressed up against his broad frame.

"Oh god!" You rushed out, flustered beyond belief. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, I-" your face was burning and the man held his hands up in a placating gesture. Your eyes darted over the calloused palms. Oh, six fingers?

"No, no please, it's quite alright." His voice made you shiver. Deep and smooth, it rolled through you. Comforted you. "Are you okay?" The soft, gentle edge that concern brought to his voice made you swoon. Subtly scenting the air, not even realizing you were doing it but grateful you did as the warm, smoky scent of him rolled over your senses.

"I- yes, I am. Thanks to you," you blushed a little and he only smiled warmly. Your head tilted down, noting the array of books scattered about. "Oh no, I didn't even realize-! Here, let me just-" You trailed off as you immediately went down, picking up the books that had scattered to the floor. Ford rushed to help you and your heart warmed.

"No, no, you don't have to do that. Really, it was my fault anyway," there was a scolding edge to his voice. Not like he was scolding you, however, but himself. It made you bite back a giggle, charmed by this man.

You held the stack you'd gathered in your arms, standing back up. Ford cast one more glance around, spotting another book half under a shelf. "Oh- wait," his brows knitted as he looked at the title. Native Plants and Their Uses. He stood with the book in hand, still frowning in confusion. This wasn't one of his. It looked more like a titled field journal than a published book...

"Oh! Actually that's, um. That's mine," you mumbled sheepishly. You shifted on your feet, holding out the stack of books in one hand and your free hand extended for a trade. He passed you your journal, looking at you with a little awe sparkling in his gaze.

"Fascinating... did you write that?" You nodded, tucking it back under your arm. You nodded shyly.

"Yeah, I did. Or am, I guess. It's not finished." You scratched the back of your neck. Ford inhaled, smelling the subtly sweet but spiced scent that clung to you. Laced with an unmistakable thread he recognized as omega. Flushing once he realized what he was doing, he shook his head a little.

"Amazing," he murmured and you preened a little under the praise. "I didn't think there were any other researchers around here." You blinked in surprise, gaze sweeping over him. He seemed to realize his manners then, blushing and holding out a hand for you to shake.

"Forgive me, where are my manners? I'm Stanford. Stanford Pines," you looked at his hand before taking it in yours. His skin was warm, pleasantly so, and you liked the way his callouses felt. "Most people just call me Ford, though." You smiled then and Ford felt breathless. You gave him your name and he repeated it, liking how it felt on his tongue.

"If you're not otherwise occupied, I'd love to sit and chat with you. Botany is a passing interest of mine; I'd love to hear about your research." You flashed him another smile, practically beaming with this one.

"Alright then, lead the way!"

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Since then you'd become a staple in his life. A constant companion. You'd given him your number, telling him with a sweet blush that made him want to bite that he didn't have to but you'd love it if he called.

He didn't think he'd ever called anyone so fast before in his life.

You often went out with him on expeditions. At first, he'd attempted to be smooth about it. Explaining away the pulsing, writhing need in his chest to be near you always as simple convenience. After all, if you were both going to be traipsing about the same woods, why not do it together? And Ford could keep you safe, he'd spent longer than you cataloging the anomalies that called Gravity Falls home. It simply made sense.

But then you'd flashed him that beaming smile, letting him get a glimpse of your kittenish fangs, and his heart had tripped over itself. You told him in a quiet voice, clearly pleased and flattered, that he was right, it did make sense. But even if it didn't you'd still say yes because you just liked being with him. And, well, Ford was a lost cause from then on.

He was just so unbelievably gone on you. You were so sweet. Smelling like gingerbread and honeyed chai and fresh pastries, just the scent of you was enough to have Ford relaxing immediately. The decades-old tension in his shoulders unwinding as you invaded his senses. You were constantly taking care of him, too. Stanley often having to send you after him when he knew Ford had been forgoing sleep again and wasn't responding to any of his usual methods. You always made sure he ate, bringing him muffins and little treats that were unfairly delicious. The first time you'd brought him one of your blueberry muffins, he'd actually moaned when he bit into it. The sight of your blushing face as you preened under the praise was one Ford would never forget.

At first, he'd tried to put you off your quest. Insisting that he kept to a very strict diet and exercise regimen, and he did, and that you hadn't needed to fuss over him. It wasn't that he didn't like it, really, it was the opposite. He worried he liked it a little too much; everytime you fretted over a new injury or some lost sleep, Ford's inner alpha basked in the attention. Purred and preened under your soft hands and gentle eyes. It was becoming harder and harder not to give in to the instinct to smother you in himself in return. Drown you in his scent and praise and... other forms of appreciation. But then, the last time he'd tried to push you away, insisting he was fine, you'd just looked so sad. Your scent had gone sour with rejection and you damn near pouted. Looking down and mumbling about how you just wanted to help. After all, he did so much already. You hadn't meant to be a bother. Seeing you like that, almost near tears and trying desperately to hide it from him, had been physically painful. Since then, he hadn't said another word about it. Allowing you to do whatever your heart desired and basking in the attention shamelessly.

"Ford? Fooooooord?" Ford blinked, startled out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice and your hand waving in front of his face. He turned to face you fully, frowning at you when you giggled.

"You okay there? Y'kinda spaced out," he flushed, realizing you'd caught him daydreaming. You giggled when he whipped back around, attempting to look busy by organizing the papers scattered across his desk.

"Yes, I'm fine, you absolute menace." He grumbled the words, attempting to sound put off but the words lacked any real heat. You only laughed, dropping a hand to affectionately squeeze his shoulder. You seemed not to notice the way the touch lingered but Ford did. Feeling the heat of your palm even through the usual layers he wore. Your scent practically enveloped him, and if Ford took a deeper breath than usual, well. That was no one's business but his own.

"You're here quicker than usual," he noted, having looked at the clock. You smiled, shrugging off your coat and hanging it over the coat rack by your desk. You thought about teasing him, but then you noted the look of concern on his face and you couldn't. Not when he was so sweet.

"Yeah, I know. I decided to drive instead of walking like usual. When I let the dogs out this morning I nearly froze to death." Ford laughed at your dramatics.

"Yes, well, despite the onset of spring it is technically still winter," he said good-naturedly. Rolling his eyes with a smile when you stuck your tongue out at him and grumbled something about semantics.

You owned a cabin less than 20 minutes away, similarly secluded, and often preferred to walk over instead of driving. Though, while Ford's chosen isolation was more for the protection of his research, yours was out of instinct. When you'd told him, Ford had rambled on about how it made sense given that omegas tended to prefer making their dens as secluded and easily defendable as possible. When you'd only given him an adorable head tilt and a shy smile in response, mumbling something about how you hadn't wanted to say that but yes, he was correct, his heart had thudded painfully.

"Well, thankfully I didn't have any outings planned, so you'll live to see another day-" Ford turned to face you, and then promptly choked on his own words. You were fishing out your journal from your bag, not even paying attention to him. Which gave Ford plenty of time to devote all of his attention to you.

You weren't wearing anything out of the ordinary: jeans and a black t-shirt, an outfit he'd seen on you several times over the course of your working relationship. But the way you filled it out was doing absolutely lethal things to his self control. In fact, he was nearly certain he'd seen you wear that exact pair of jeans only just a month ago. Then, they'd been loose enough to be comfortable. Now, though, they looked practically painted on. The way they clung to the plush of your thighs and the heart shaped curve of your ass was obscene. And your shirt- so tight around your chest and middle that Ford could see where the extra pounds you'd complained about gaining just a few weeks ago had settled and it made him want to squeeze and bite. Absently, he registered his hands flexing where they gripped the lip of his desk, belatedly realizing he'd stood suddenly, wanting desperately to grab you and-

"Ford?" You had turned back to him, noting the way he stared at you. You flushed under the attention, your embarrassment multiplying when your body pumped out copious amounts of pheromones, inner omega purring under his focus. Seeing the way Ford’s nose twitched as he caught your scent. Goddamn pre-heat biology, you thought to yourself.

"I- sorry, I know I know it's a bit much but I didnt want to be late and if I changed I would've been and-" you were rambling. You knew you were but you had to. Anything to distract yourself from the way Ford was openly staring at you, like he couldn't help himself. Your inner omega preened at the attention, though. Especially from the man whose attention you'd been trying to catch for almost the entire time you'd known him.

"Its- no, it's alright, please. I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare it just caught me off guard," Ford stammered through an excuse. He caught himself scenting the air like a goddamned teenager, nearly overwhelmed by how much sweeter you smelled and having to cover his mouth and nose with his hand to keep from inhaling and filling his senses with you like he so desperately wanted to. You smiled a little at his attempt to put you at ease, wincing when he had to cover his face.

"Ah- maybe I shouldn't have come in today," you shifted nervously on your feet. "I thought it'd be fine but clearly I'm closer to my heat than I thought." You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. Internally, Ford was swearing at himself. Your heat, of course. He sighed, hating how your scent suddenly soured.

"I'm so sorry, dearest, the thought hadn't even occurred to me but of course it would be time for your heat. What, with it being spring and all." You shrugged slightly, resolutely avoiding looking at him and it stung more than Ford cared to admit. "If you don't mind me asking, how close is it?" You winced.

"...I'm due to start in a few days," you mumbled, bracing yourself for the worst. Anyone else would've been furious at you for being so irresponsible. For going out when you were so close to your heat and risking the health of others. But, selfishly, you had wanted to see Ford. Wanted fresh memories of him to help you through your heat. Ford frowned, concern marring his handsome face instantly.

"Oh, darling, what are you doing here?" You blinked when you found his tone wasn't one of indignation or anger, but simply hushed and gentle concern. You looked up at him and gasped, finding he was suddenly very much in your face and fussing over you. You blushed as his hand pressed to your face gently. First on your forehead, then your cheeks. "Mmhm, as i thought. You're burning up, sweetheart."

You hummed, not registering anything beyond the feeling of his skin against yours. Ford saw your eyes flutter closed, your body swaying slightly on your feet. "Whoa, careful," his hands moved to your arms, holding you still. Your heart warmed at his obvious care for you, the way he so calmly took charge. "Alright, that's it. You're in no state to be here. You should be home, resting while you can, in your den." You didn't want to admit it but you liked the sound of that. You sighed, clearly put out.

"You're right, I know you're right." Ford nodded, then gently guided you to sit down, worried you'd fall over if you spent another second on your feet.

"Oh, I'm always right, have you forgotten?" His tone was teasing, aiming to make you smile, and of course it worked. You even threw in a little roll of your eyes and Ford relished in the return of your attitude he loved so much. "Just sit tight, let me grab my coat-"

"What, why?"

"Sweetheart. You're not driving home, you're in no state for it. I'm honestly surprised you even made it here." His tone left no room for argument. It wasn't a command, Ford wouldn't do that without your consent, but it may as well have been one with how quickly you settled. Ford deliberately ignored the way your slight, obedient nod made some buried part of him purr. Shrugging on his coat, he walked over to you, holding out his arm for you to take. "Cmon, up you go. Time to get you home and in bed."

If you noticed the double entendre, you didn't comment. He was pleased to note that you didn't argue, instead taking his arm and pressing into his side so that he could feel you, warm and soft against him. He was able to get you into the car with little trouble. Though he ran into a new problem once the doors were closed and the engine started: your scent. It filled the small space in record time and Ford was mortified when he realized he was rumbling out soft, pleased subvocal growls. You flushed with pleasure at the sound, though, and relaxed into your seat and Ford couldn't find it in himself to stop. He decided a little embarrassment was worth it if it put you at ease.

"M'sorry," you mumbled softly, finally breaking the silence. Ford glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You slumped in your seat, looking miserable, and deliberately avoided his gaze.

"What ever for, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Just- I didn't prepare better. I shouldn't have come in and now I might've thrown you completely out of wack-"

"Now you listen to me." His voice was stern but not angry. It captivated you and your wide eyes were now trained on him. You barely stopped the whimper threatening to burst free.

"I am a grown man, not some undisciplined little boy," he said, voice firm and unrelenting. Needing you to understand. "I am perfectly capable of controlling myself. And even if I wasn't, it still wouldn't be through any fault of yours, understand?" You nodded, feeling small under his dominating presence. If it were anyone else you'd hate it, but for some reason, since it was Ford you only wanted to crowd in closer. To drown in the spicy notes now coloring his scent.

"Good." He nodded, seemingly satisfied. "And if it's my rut you're worried about, don't. I haven't had a rut in years, I highly doubt I'm going to start now." He huffed a slightly humorless laugh. Didn't tell you about the heat pricking along his skin, the back of his neck. The way his heart rate had picked up and not settled down since he first scented you in the lab. How his instincts pressed and clawed at him, insisting he protect and provide. He frowned at himself, finally pulling into your driveway and parking in front of your house.

He got out, rushing to your side and helping you out and to the door with a strong arm around your waist. "Y'know, i can walk just fine. I'm not an invalid just because I'm in pre-heat," you mumbled. Ford laughed.

"I'm well aware of how capable you are, darling. But you look dead on your feet and I'm not keen on taking unnecessary chances." You hummed softly, unlocking and opening your door. He stepped in with you, the scent of your heat and just you hitting him like a brick wall in the face. You shrugged your coat off, hanging it up and leaving your shoes by the door, padding softly to the kitchen. He heard a slight clattering as you opened the fridge and shut it, then moved to the pantry and repeating the process.

"Dammit," you muttered. He followed the sound if your voice and found you leaning against the counter. Your posture was tense, brow furrowed and expression one of frustrated exasperation. He hated that look on your face, the way your scent changed with the emotions flitting through you. He wanted that sweetness back with the undercurrent of need that your heat was bringing out in you.

There's more than one way to solve that problem, his mind oh-so-helpfully supplied and Ford swallowed. Shoved the rising urges down, stuffing them into a corner in the back of his mind.

"What's wrong?" He finally asked, just barely stopping himself from reaching out to smooth the furrow in your brow.

"Oh, just I haven't gotten groceries yet. I was hoping I'd just forgotten and would find them in my cabinets, but no such luck." You huffed, running a hand through your hair. "It's not a good idea for me to go out now, either, but I don't have much time left..." Really the thought of being surrounded by so many people set you on edge and made your skin crawl.

"I could pick them up for you," Ford offered, perhaps a little too eagerly. "I can go tomorrow and come by to drop them off. Gives you time to send me a list, too." You blushed, internally pleased that such a strong alpha would want to help you like that. But you were a proud woman, and you loathed the idea of sending anyone out of their way for you, especially Ford.

"You don't have to do that," you started. "I'd hate for you to go out of your way. I could ask Wendy or-" you startled suddenly when Ford let out a growl at the suggestion of anyone else doing this for you. It rumbled low in his chest, a clear warning, and it made you flush with heat. Ford tensed immediately when he realized what he'd done. A blush coated his cheeks and ears, and he was resolutely looking at anything but you. Well, that just won't do, now will it?

You stared at each other, the sudden silence thick with tension. Ford braced himself, ready for you to berate him or even kick him out, as he rightfully deserved. After all, he had no claim on you. No right to bristle with such deep seated anger at the suggestion of someone else taking care of you, even in this small way. He was shocked when, instead, you simply stepped closer. Shyly inching into his space, reaching a hand out to skim the tips of your fingers over his clenched fist, relaxing it and him immediately. You looked up at him, biting the inside of your cheek nervously.

"Ford," you started and his heart thudded in his chest like it did every time you said his name. "Do you... do you want to do that for me?" He didn't think he'd ever heard so much hesitation in your voice before, but there was an undercurrent of hope threaded through your scent. He let a soft purr rumble through his chest, pleased when you relaxed.

"I do," he admitted. "It's small, I know, but I'd like to do that for you if you'd allow me." Your heart swooped and you suddenly felt giddy. He was right, it was small, but to you, an omega rapidly approaching their heat, it meant everything.

"Okay then," you murmured. "I can give you a list before you go, if you wanna drop by?" He nodded, smiling down at you and the way you seemed to glow with the knowledge that he wanted to take care of you, even in this small way.

"That sounds good," he murmured. Boldly, he grabbing your hand, pulling it to his lips to drop a gentle kiss across your knuckles. The contact was brief, but it sent fire through you and Ford could've moaned at the spike in your scent. "Now, go get some rest, little one. I'll see you tomorrow." You nodded, not trusting your voice in the slightest. After a moment he released you, shutting the door behind him and you stayed in the kitchen, silently trying to process what in the fuck just happened.

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Ford was a man of logic. Of reason and control. He managed to keep it together when he realized you were in heat. He managed to keep it together in the car, even managed in your home, when you were so close and all he wanted to do was shove his face into the side of your neck and drink you in. But his control was frayed, near to snapping by the time he made it back, and when he locked himself back up in his lab it was gone.

Your smell permeated the air. Coated his lungs and mouth with nothing but the sweet, cinnamon laced taste of you. But that wasn't what did him in, no. It was the way you mixed and blended so perfectly with his own scent. He smelt it as soon as he shut the door: a heady, mind-numbing blend of sugary sweet candy and cinnamon and leather and smoke. He managed to drag himself back to his desk, all but collapsing down into his chair.

"Dammit- fuck," he groaned, rapturous with desire as his head fell back against the headrest, legs spread deliciously wide, now unable to ignore the persistent and desperate throbbing of his cock. He'd been fighting it since he first caught your scent, and now it seemed he was losing that fight.

He slid a hand down, palming himself through his slacks and groaning as the feeling tore through him. Unbidden, your face came to mind: cheeks blushed, eyes slightly hazy and pupils blown. He shuddered, thumbing open the button of his pants and sliding down the zipper. He tugged himself out, hot and slick with his own pre already.

"Hhhah-- darling, please I-" He whimpered, unable to help himself as his mind conjured images of you to torment him with:

You, clinging to him and whining as he scented you, legs wrapped around his waist. He wrapped a hand around himself, hissing through his teeth as the pleasure lanced through him. The thought of you rolling your head back, baring your throat to him as he inhaled you like a drug. He panted into the open air, tasting your lingering scent on his tongue as his thumb rolled over his leaking tip.

You, grinding your bare cunt against him, desperate and pleading. He stroked himself, turning his head to try and muffle the feral growl he loosed into his shoulder. He pictured you shaking in his arms as he made you cum, hot little hands under his shirt and clawing angry red lines down his back. He snarled at the thought, knowing he'd wear each and every mark like a badge of honor.

He thought of how you'd look, flushed and needy as you presented for him. Face pressed into the pillow, turning to look at him with wet, teary eyes as you begged for him to fill you up, stuff you full until you were dripping with him. He'd like to think he was a stronger man but he knew he'd lose himself if faced with that sight. His mouth pooled with drool, cock dripping at just the thought of it.

He stroked himself faster, rolling his hand over the head and letting the pleasure burn through him. He couldn't bear to think of anyone else taking care of you, even a sweet beta like Wendy, who'd be unaffected by your heat and the safest option. But he was just so attached to you. Wanted to please you and care for you more than he thought he'd ever wanted anything before.

He thought of the way you'd approached him in the kitchen. The sweet, soft little whine that had pitched out of your throat when he'd growled. Even through the fog that heat had started to cloud over your mind you wanted to ease his worries. Comfort him. Soothe his frayed nerves like you always did. You were perfect. Everything he'd never let himself want in an omega, in a partner.

"God- honey," he groaned the words, his voice cracking on a whimper as the pet name dripped from his lips. He felt fucking feral. Like he'd finally lost his mind and, if he didn't know any better, he might worry you'd thrown him into a rut. He was just so hot. And the thoughts flashing through his head as he fucked into his fist were downright pornographic but he couldn't help it.

He wondered if you'd be able to take him. He knew you'd try, but you were just so small. A good several inches shorter than him, which never failed to amuse on a normal day but now when he thought of it it ripped a growl from his chest. He thought about the way your pussy would suck him in, soaked and sobbing as he sank in all 8.5 thick inches of his cock. The way he'd pin you under him, legs over his shoulders and ankles hooked behind his neck as he pressed you down, down, down. A mating press.

"Fuh-fuck! Hhaaahhh-" He panted, feeling his orgasm start to press at him from the inside. God he wanted you, needed you. Needed to know what you'd look like as he split you open on his cock. Needed to taste your noises as you moaned into his mouth. Needed to see you round and full and dripping. Coated in his scent as he fucked and knotted you until it took. Until you were his and he'd bred you-

"Nngh-!" He whined as his orgasm suddenly and violently tore through him. Fucking his fist through it he moaned and whined your name, practically coating his desk and floor in his cum. Curling in on himself as his belly tensed and his chest heaved and he just barely kept from popping his knot.

He leaned back into his chair with a thud, clean hand running through his sweaty curls. God, he was so incredibly fucked.

[gurggggleburgle]

I think transmale sqh is very funny because you can write it one of three ways + 8 million layers nuance and nonsense

1) holy shit Amab body transmigration. Its not my preferred specs and I would have liked to be taller but hot dog I have weenis, no tits, and depending on circumstances and genetics maybe even grow half mustache before giving up entirely. Now if only the world I was put in wasn't so shit then maybe I could actually enjoy it for a change instead of screaming into the void and begging for people not to kill me. I'm socially male now in every capacity but I'm still having to cry pathetically just so I can be taken seriously and it's not fair man! Can't people just actually respect me, I thought I'd become less pathetic once I got on T not more

2) I transmigrated into my own shitty novel with a cast that I didn't even headcannon anyone as trans as and I still have to get on hormones. Do we even have testosterone? For fucks sake if I have to invent my own hrt because there isn't some bullshit artifacts laying around to fix this I'm gonna scream. Wdym I'm being OOC for not being bio male! System you're the one who put me in here and didn't even do it correctly!!! This isn't fair. I'm literally god and I have to pay to get my tits removed because right now they're as big as my king's!

3) hey system thanks for the amab body but I actually wanted to keep the downstairs plumbing. What am I supposed to do with this? I mean it's great just I kinda wanted an innie not an outy. Hmm I mean I guess I can try topping.

Secret 4th thing) cis male sqh transmigrates looks at himself in the mirror sees afab shit. Looks at system in confusion before asking, 'like are you trying to tell me something because if so it's a weird way to tell me' and then just proceeds to do hrt and it's just another one of the wtfisms he's learned ti live with

I lied here's the 5th) wakes up in ABO from a not ABO universe and sighs because mannnnn gender was hard enough where there were only like what 8 and half answers he was considering. Did you have to double it with all this other bs? Am I just trans masc or am trans alpha? Like what is this? I don't even remember this being an ABO in the OG draft?????

6) was actually afab writing this pretending to be a guy woke up as SQH in a dude bod and kinda just decided to roll with it and hasn't put the braincells together to realize there's a cracked egg on his plate. Cucumber bro asks him one day why he knows so much about girl shit and tampons because he had sister so it makes sense and Airplane just goes oh wait didn't I tell you? I was a girl before coming here and that sets Shen Qingqiu off because he's like you wrote misogynistic male fantasy drivel and you don't even have the excuse of never having spoken to a girl!!!!!!!!! And airplane is just like 'it's called market pandering and women also hate women too bro.'

Honestly the possibilities are endless and very funny because no matter what the gender euphoria/dysphoria/everything else is always outweighed by the deep burning hatred of paperwork

[etherealily]

ᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴇɴᴄᴇ [1] // ɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙꜱ

This was from my poll . This is Part 1.

Special thanks to @milesdrift for pushing me to pump this draft out in this ask.

Nate Jacobs + fem!reader. SFW, but discretion advised. Dark. Mature themes.

My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

Desc. : Not your circus, but yeah, your monkey.

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Aaron Jacobs. Absolute worst ex to fucking have. And you would've actually scoffed and rolled your eyes and ignored him had his brother not been there at the restaurant you and your family were having an actually pleasant dinner at that night.

But rumours in West Highland about some EH QB who'd choked some girl had been circulating, though, and you were about 90% sure Nate was QB. I mean, Aaron had said that his brother was QB of the East Highland team, and, like. That doesn't change every year, does it? Hell if you knew.

To be honest, and perfectly fair, you hadn't really interacted much with Nate Jacobs after your breakup with Aaron (dodging rumours and taunts that you'd been groomed just because Aaron was a senior when you were a sophomore was difficult), and you'd stopped accompanying your father to the country club where you'd first been introduced to the Jacobs family. Because who the fuck would want to see an asshole like Aaron Jacobs again?

Seeing Nate standing there, though? He looked absolutely fucked. Depressed, even. You tried to turn your eyes back to your family, but a table next to you began whispering, and then another, and then soon enough, there was a complaint being raised, and the manager was squaring up to Cal Jacobs.

And that's when, for reasons that you can't explain without using the words "canon event", you stupidly followed the Jacobs family out.

"Hey."

Too quiet.

"Hey!"

"Oh, hey, dear, it's been ages, how are you?"

"Good, Mr. Jacobs.", you smiled, biting the inside of your cheek as you shook his hand. Yeah, he was pissed, and you knew you had to tread lightly, no matter how good he was at being cordial.

"You've grown into a beautiful young lady. You here to acquiesce to Aaron's request for another shot?"

"Uh, no?"

"Good. You deserve better.", he grinned, ruffling up your hair, before leaning closer. "Listen, dear, we don't need your sympathy. We'll remember this. How this establishment—"

"Oh, no, no, it isn't like that. Um, EH has a scrimmage against us next week, so I was just about to talk to Nate about it."

He licked the back of his teeth, before nodding, placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "Make it quick."

And then, unfortunately, Nate turned back to you. "What?"

"I just, I saw you, I don't know, I just wanted to come check on you."

"Why?"

"It's just fucked up. What happened in there.", you said, thumbing behind you at the restaurant.

"Yeah, well, he lost really fucking good business. Why are you actually out here? You gonna tell me I'm a pig? Huh? Is that what you want? A domestic abuser? 'Cause I've heard it all, alright?"

He ran his palm over his face, glaring at a security guard gawking at the two of you. "Just fuck off, alright?", he hissed under his breath.

"Whoa, no, man, I really don't know why you're being like this—"

"You know the "rumours" and shit they say about you? Hm?", he scoffed, sucking on his teeth at your narrowed eyes. "You know what, forget it. You'll probably just prove them all right."

You knew exactly what he was talking about. Rumours that you were groomed by his brother. Rumours that you were easy. Bets running around school to see who could 'groom' you again. Guys in your DMs 24/7.

"You're gonna play dumb? The cute, innocent act?", he scoffed, his arm around your shoulders to turn you back to the restaurant. "You know the manager in there, the one that just kicked us out?", he inquired, voice haunting right next to your ear. "Maybe you'll go suck his cock, let him groom you, huh? I mean, if you really think what he did to our family is unfair, you'll try to help us back in, right?"

Wow! Oh, fuck this guy to hell!

"What?"

"Nothing.", he muttered, patting your shoulder before shoving his hands into his pockets and stalking back to his car.

Not without a couple "fuck you!"'s from you and a middle finger from him.

Teach you to fucking try to comfort a Jacobs. Give them an inch and they'll take a fucking mile. And then some.

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See, Nate's not a particularly evil person, he wouldn't say. He's no saint, he accepts that. But he'd never wish ill on you. God, you? Not you! Unheard of! You were his best-kept secret ; he'd go around blabbing about his Dad before he told anyone about you.

Well, okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. You weren't exactly a secret ; he's making it sound like a clandestine love affair.

No, you probably barely remembered him, but he's known you for God knows how long, and he's liked you for longer.

Actually. He's pretty sure, with the amount of times he's stalked your account online, there's probably a warrant out for his arrest. Well, another one, he should say.

But seriously. You're what he needed. Someone who didn't have some preconcieved notion about him, someone who didn't have Maddy at her ear 24/7 saying he wasn't worth shit.

All this to say... he really regretted how it went down that night.

This is Nate. I was drunk. Sorry.

You were sober. Fuck off.

Ok, but I was pissed. Sorry.

What were you supposed to do, in his mind? Accept wholeheartedly?

Do you still come around the club?

No.

Not since the breakup?

Fuck him.

There was no logical reason for him to have your number, for real. You'd changed your number about two months after the breakup, so he couldn't have got it from Aaron, and you didn't know a single person from EH (no one from WH would ever associate with them, it's a territory thing) so he couldn't have had a connect.

Okay, fuck. Whatever. Social media existed, you supposed.

No.

Can you come Sunday? I'll buy you lunch.

It took you a very long time to stop scoffing, and a little longer for him to follow up.

And dessert. And coffee. Or whatever.

Honestly, you weren't fucking sure what to do. You weren't into the idea of hanging out with that prick again, but it'd be like kicking a man when he's down. For real.

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"I didn't think you'd show.", he remarked, accepting your hug before leading you into the clubhouse restaurant, holding a chair out for you. "Like, honest, I thought you'd flake."

"Why's that?"

He shrugged, sitting across from you, a hand over the back of his chair like he owned the place — basically did. Lifetime member. "'Cause it'd kill your rep at your school. Or, like, make it worse for the rumours about being groomed and shit — that I'm sorry for bringing up, by the way."

"Sorry about bringing up yours. I didn't know it was, like, that triggering."

He picked at the corner of the table for a moment, the scraping almost turning you homicidal.

"You know I had a fucking dream about it?"

"The strangling?"

"Uh-huh. Like, the guy who actually did it was, like, dancing around me and I was in a jail cell."

You snorted, shaking your head as you did. "Dark."

Chuckling at your laughs, he shook his head. When the fuck had you become so pretty?

He smiled at you for a little while, his eyes on your lips, before he sighed, his fingers rapping on the table. "Okay, I gotta ask.", he mumbled, and you raised a brow, setting the cup down.

"How does one such as you date... one such as my brother?", he asked, in the most sarcastically polite tone he could.

"Trust me, I ask myself that every day.", you laughed, finally getting to work on your cookie, before looking up at him. "How are you, Nate?"

He rolled his eyes. "You asked me this outside the restaurant. I'm fine. It's just fucked up. Some guy assaults my girl and then the world thinks it's me."

"I didn't actually get to ask you this outs—"

"Do you drink?"

"Do I— yeah, I drink. Why?"

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He pulled out his phone as he offered you the vape again. "Won't kill you, you know?

"Might."

"Try it.", he mumbled, running his hand over his chin as he waited for the app you'd suggested for him to download to keep his chats with Maddy secure. 'Signal'. "Seriously. One hit isn't giving you cancer."

You scoffed, puffed, and coughed. "Fuck you, man.", you scoffed.

A moment washes by.

"So, did you do it?", you asked, shifting your elbow to rest on your knee as you looked back out at the pool, squinting at the sky, then back down to the flask, glinting in the sunlight.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. I heard it, didn't really believe it."

"Didn't 'really' believe it implies you kinda did.", he said, typing in the name of the app and scrolling past the ten million other fucking apps with that same generic ass name.

"Well, logically - statistically - you can't confidently rule anyone out. I mean, there's probably billions of girls whose boyfriends did strangle them, and they didn't see it coming, and they knew them a whole lot better than I knew you."

"You've known me since you were a freshman.", he muttered, clicking 'Install'. "Hey, could you ask your Dad to hook me up with a motel room for a couple nights? We just can't meet up in town, in public."

"Yeah, no, for sure. I'll tell him to leave a room open for you. Just one night, right? Or, like, how long?"

"I dunno, can I tell you? I mean, I'm good for it, if that's what you're worried about."

You nodded. "Sure. But I'm taking this shit as collateral.", you declared, rattling the pocket flask in his face, grinning as he guffawed. "It's cool as shit."

"That's my grandpa's."

"Bullshit.", you snorted, and he hit his shoulder against yours. "You can't come up with a story to guilt me into giving you your cool-as-shit flask back."

It took him a while to admit to himself that he hadn't laughed that much since this whole fucked up police investigation began.

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Two Weeks Later.

Just like any good horror movie, the doorbell rang through the house like the fucking Purge siren, at fucking midnight, when you were home alone. And you had absolutely no delusions about being the final girl, no, you'd call the fucking police right the fuck away.

Well, that's until your phone rang, scaring the actual life out of you.

Caller ID showed Nate Jacobs.

You picked up.

"Hey, I'm outside."

Okay, you were ready to actually shoot this asshole within an inch of his life. "It's midnight."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, just— I'm sorry, I just need you to open the door."

You sighed, ending the call as you unlocked the door. This really could still be some serial killer with a gun against Nate's head, making him say—

"Hey."

Oh. Oh. He looked pathetic. "Maddy and I aren't... like, together. If that's any consolation."

You leaned against the doorway, watching the rain frame the back of his head. "Consolation for what?"

He licked his lips, looking over your shoulder and then back at your eyes. "Me being here."

Crossing your arms, you bit the inside of your cheek. You had no idea where you were supposed to go from here, because he looked about two conversations away from offing himself, and you really didn't need that on your conscience. "And, uh...", you trailed off, exhaling before looking back at his eyes - those fucking detached eyes - "Why are you here?"

He clenched his jaw, practically clinging to the doorframe. "I don't know."

"Are you high?"

He shook his head.

"Drunk?"

He shook his head. Droplets of rainfall landed on your doorframe.

"Sad?"

He shook his head.

"Angry?"

He thought for a moment, actually thought, before shaking his head.

"Scared?" Ugh, you couldn't be standing here all night naming every character from Inside Out.

His eyes shot across your face, every corner of it, like object balls across a billiards table. He nodded.

"The purple guy, huh?", you muttered, under your breath, before rubbing the side of your temples and moving to press your back against your door. He walked in through the space you'd given him, and you closed the door.

"I just, uh... I wanted to thank you. You know, for the motel and the app."

You shook your head, sitting down. "It's nothing, man. Least I could do."

He slumped down next to you, his foot bouncing as his eyes glazed over the TV, blues and reds and purples from the screen reflecting in them.

"Maybe if you, like, talked about it?"

He scoffed - or laughed, you could never tell with him - before he shook his head. "Do your parents lock their liquor cabinet?"

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Silent movies were the fucking best.

To watch. Not so much when you have company that's really not into laughing at Chaplin's antics, and more interested in dragging his fingers up your ankle to your knee in alcohol-induced stupor.

"Why doesn't he just fucking get through that door?", he slurred, pointing at the screen as he rubbed his half-lidded, heavy-gazed eyes aggressively, probably to get himself to wake the fuck up.

"The tiny door in the wall?"

"Mm. It's a way out of the fucking lion cage. He's just too dense to see it? That's the joke?"

"Wait for it."

"I'm not good at that."

You shushed him, and he scowled, biting at your finger.

"It's a silent fucking movie! 'Shh' could be the title.", he laughed, yanking you to him, thumbing at your shoulder.

"Oh, he found it!"

Charlie Chaplin opened the hatch and came face to face with a fucking tiger. He chortled, resting his forehead on your shoulder in amused exasperation. "No, man, you're absolutely right, this is peak comedy."

"It is. You're laughing.", you giggled.

"Out of cringe. Shit is childish."

He licked his lips as you turned away, your eyes back on the screen as you took another sip of the vodka.

The bullshit began all at once, swift, sudden and striking. (You'd eventually learn that's how it'd always be with Nate.)

"Do you realise, I could... fuck, I could lose everything? Like, I...", he mumbled, grabbing your hand and pressing the heel of your palm to his forehead as he grimaced. "I'll lose my shot at college." His face contorted in what actually looked like raw fucking worry, before he rested his chin on your palm, then his lips, too, just gentle enough that you didn't notice it. His knee bounced faster. Your palm turned in his hand and his lips grazed your knuckles. "I won't be able to get a job. I'll, like... I'll get on some list."

Your eyebrows pressed together, and you pursed your lips. You'd never seen Nate - well, anyone - like this before. Hysterical wasn't the right way to put it, but he was definitely not as calm and composed as you'd been used to seeing him, back when you were kids.

"Nate, you'll get out of this."

"But, like, what if I don't?"

"The truth will win. It always does."

He snorted, kissing up your wrist with soft, barely-there presses that were more comforting to him than to you. "Reality's gonna be a bitch to you, you know? It's the worst for the pretty ones with no clue."

"What?"

"Nothing. It's...", he sighed. "I'm fucked up, okay? Just don't pay me any mind. I just feel like... no one like... fully believes me, you know?"

"I'm sure Maddy does, I mean, she knows it wasn't you."

"Yeah, no, I'm not talking about Maddy, she's going through her own shit, I just feel like it's... this is fucked up to say, but my shit's worse than hers."

You raised a brow, scoffing as you leaned your head back against the couch. "Yeah? How'd you figure?"

"Don't get all psycho-feminist on me. I'm just saying, she went through it. I'm going through it."

"See, that makes sense in theory, but —"

"But nothing.", he laughed, and suddenly, the same eyes, once detached, were now closer than you'd ever thought they could be. Your forehead was pressed against his, your cheeks twitching at the feel of his knuckles against them.

And then, he leaned in.

And you leaned away.

"What?", he murmured, one of his hands fiddling with your earring. "What's wrong?"

"You're really upset, you're not exactly the most reasonable, or, like, stable right now."

He frowned for a moment, his head tilting just a smidge, before he scoffed, his hands off you faster than they'd latched on, and thrown up in mock surrender. "I see."

"What?"

"You're scared of me. You're scared of me, huh? You afraid I'll strangle you? Leave you with bruises on your neck that you're gonna have to explain at school on Monday?"

"Whoa, hey, where are you getting this from? I didn't say any of that !"

"I can see it in your fucking eyes." he replied, moving back towards your face and breathing in against your cheek.

"I'm not!"

"No?"

"No."

"Then don't fucking sit there all stiff and trembling like I'm about to fucking choke you. Yeah? We good?"

You nodded. Last thing you wanted was to accuse him when the entire district was probably doing that and much worse.

He sucked on his teeth, staring at you for a moment, before it seemed his mind had come to the absolutely demented conclusion that kissing you was his only way out of the awkward quiet that had once again graced both of you with its presence.

"Hey—"

Tilting his head, he looked up at you earnestly, his fingers pinching your chin to have you stay still. "You said you weren't scared of me."

"I'm not."

"Hey.", he mumbled, sliding his hands down your jeans. "Hey. Come on. We know each other, right?", he asked, kissing at your cheek. "And we fuck with each other, right?" His kisses migrated to your jaw and then clavicle. "So why can't we fuck each other?"

Okay, in his defense, he really did fucking need this. He met Maddy every Friday night at the motel, and it really was the best part of his week, 100%. He was a good fucking boyfriend. But he needed to feel normal, to know that he was talking to someone who didn't either pity him, hate him, or love him to the point of lying to the police.

He needed to not be a fucking victim, for a night.

For some weird reason, you still froze against the onslaught of his lips. He'd figured that logic was sound.

He was pretty sure he was ready to actually choke you, but, being the rational individual he is, he took a deep breath, resting back on his heels. "You think I'm innocent?"

"I think you're innocent."

"You're just saying that 'cause you're scared I'll kill you if you say otherwise.", he mumbled, under his breath.

"No! Nate, seriously."

"Yeah? Doesn't look like it."

He'd have felt guilty for this manipulation, had you not kissed him then, to prove that you were a good friend, a good person. Hey, if it works, it works.

And then he started to blabber. He hated doing that shit, but alcohol seemed to get some sort of amusement out of making him an actual fucking idiot.

"I always hated, like, when you were fucking my brother.", he groaned out, helping you out of your jeans. "You had to have known that."

You shook your head. That wasn't news, in reality. Jacobs men were not subtle.

"No, like, for fucking real, I thought you could've done so much better. I'm closer to your age, too, you know? Absolute crime against humanity, us not doing this befor— yeah, that feels good, huh?", he asked, amused at your breathless state.

You nodded in response, and he tugged down on your bottom lip, with his teeth. "Yeah, just keep still for me, it's about to feel a whole lot fucking better."

You had a nasty, clawing feeling that that would not be the case all the time, because your experience with Jacobs men had suggested otherwise.

And boy, will you be proven right, time and time again.

For now? Just enjoy this. At least the sex is good.

Nothing else will be.

But more on that later.

[queenshelby]

Auctioned (P. 1)

Pairing: Dark!Thomas Shelby x Virgin!Reader/OC

Warning: Darkish Themes, Prostitution, Smut, Eventual Loss of Virginity, Dubious Consent, Corruption, Destructive Behavior, Massive Age Gap

Notes: Damn, I had this in my drafts for a while but could not publish it as I was a little afraid about how it would be perceived. Also this is the first time I used an OC, so be gentle with me.

The rain fell relentlessly, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of Y/N's heart as she walked down the dimly lit streets of Small Heath.

It was a neighbourhood perpetually caught in the grip of shadows, where whispers of danger cascaded through the air like an ominous secret.

Clutching her coat tighter around her trembling form, Y/N navigated the labyrinthine alleyways towards her destination. The wind howled, carrying with it a sense of desperation that seemed to echo her own.

After mere minutes of walking down the street, the brothel she had worked at as a waitress for the past two years stood ominously before her, its ornate facade a stark contrast to the gritty reality of its surroundings.

It was a daunting place she had visited many times before. Both of her sisters worked there, and it was Y/N's eldest sister who had orchestrated tonight’s ordeal.

When Y/N was only sixteen years old, her eldest sister told her not to give away her innocence lightly as, according to her, a woman’s virginity was a commodity these days. Men were willing to pay much money for it, and six months after Y/N turned eighteen, she decided to partake in one of the brothel’s first-ever auctions.

“There are many men here tonight and you are the only virgin” Y/N's sister told her, causing Y/N to cringe but remain silent. “In three months’ time Em, we will be debt-free” her sister then reassured her as rumors of illicit dealings and forbidden desires swirled around the brothel’s walls, warning Y/N and the two other girls partaking in tonight’s events to tread with caution.

Y/N's determination propelled her forward though nonetheless, into the grand hall of the establishment and, albeit with trepidation lingering in every step, she pushed through her anxiety. The weight of her decision bore down on her shoulders now, the knowledge that she had offered her innocence for sale causing a knot of guilt to form in the pit of her stomach.

Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, the creaking sound reverberated through the room, capturing the attention of its mysterious clientele, including men that were twice and three times Y/N's age.

Seeing them, gave Y/N second thoughts. She disappeared again into the back of the room, telling her sister that she was unsure as to whether she could go through with this and, once again, her sister reminded her of what was to come if she did not.

“Trust me Em, it is better to fuck one guy for a few months than a ton of them for years. You will have money once your time is up. It will be worth it” her sister told Y/N, who reluctantly nodded.

The deal was to give up her virginity and three months of her life to the highest bidder and in the brothel’s owner’s opinion, such offering was going to attract a bid of at least one-thousand pounds.

One thousand pounds was more than Y/N could make in five years, thus she agreed, setting herself up for a good life of her own.

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Glancing through one of the open doors again, Y/N saw that the auction room was illuminated by dim candlelight, casting elongated shadows across the velvety red curtains that framed the stage.

Many men were still arriving, taking their seats and talking with each other. Y/N could count at least fifteen thus far and were astonished by the fact that all these wealthy men were prepared to pay for her inexperience.

Then, a hushed silence fell over the crowd as another man walked in and it was your sister who peaked through the crack in the door with you now, trying to ascertain what was happened.

“Oh shit” she said as she looked at the man who just walked in. His sharp features were framed by a weave of dark hair, blue eyes piercing the dimly lit room with a predatory intensity. This was Thomas Shelby - a figure whispered about in hushed tones, notorious for his criminal empire, and feared even by those who claimed to know him.

“Who is he?” Y/N asked nonetheless, curious about this handsome but intimidating-looking stranger.

“His name is Thomas Shelby. You would have heard of him?” Y/N's sister said, causing Y/N's chin to drop as, just like everyone else, she had indeed heard of him. He was often referred to as the king of Birmingham, a man whose name had become entwined with notions of danger and darkness. He had blood on his hands and was a career

Criminal who was so powerful that even the police did not stand in his way.

“It is time, come on” the owner of the establishment then said and, with trembling legs, Y/N walked into the room, accompanied by her sister.

All heads turned as Y/N's presence filled the room, but she did not take notice of anyone but him, secretly hoping for this stranger to make a bid.

Y/N's breath hitched as, within seconds, her eyes locked with those of this dangerous man, his icy blue orbs penetrating through her like a shard of glass. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if he could see every secret she held close to her chest, every fear she carried.

Thomas smirked at her, his lips curling with a dangerous mixture of arrogance and charm. He adjusted his tailored suit with the precision of a man who commanded respect, his piercing gaze locked upon the platform where the auctioneer eventually prepared to begin, with you by his side,

The auctioneer's voice boomed through the room, shattering the silence like a crack of thunder.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we present to you a rare opportunity. Up for sale to the highest bidder is this young woman's innocence and her services for three months, at a location of your choosing” the man announced and, immediately, whispers raced through the air, mingling with the pounding of hearts.

Eyes flickered from Y/N to Thomas and back again, playing a silent game of anticipation and curiosity. Y/N's cheeks burned with a mix of nervousness and defiance. This was her choice, her chance to take control of her own destiny and yet she hoped that, at least, someone she could be attracted to would become her bidder.

As such, Thomas Shelby was clearly the most attractive and intriguing man in the room and, whilst Y/N had heard tales of Thomas Shelby, the man who straddled the line between the law and the underworld, she was not afraid.

Thomas Shelby’s notoriety preceded him like a shadowy myth and, again, his lips curled into a barely perceptible smirk, his features a carefully crafted mask of unreadable intent. The flicker of amusement in his eyes danced with a darkness that weakened Y/N's knees.

Was here to bid, she wondered? Or was he for the show and the sheer absurdity of it all?

"Let us not waste any time," the auctioneer then continued, his voice dripping with a blend of excitement and intrigue.

"Bidding for Miss Y/N begins at five hundred pounds" the actioneer then announced and the crowd stirred, pockets of murmurs rising like a symphony of anticipation. The forbidden allure of Y/N's offer had captivated them all, and now they were hungry for the chase.

Thomas Shelby remained a silent observer, however. His eyes locked onto Y/N's form with an intensity that made her feel exposed. A shiver of uncertainty crawled up her spine, but she refused to falter. She had made her decision, and she would see it through to the end.

Then, the first bid pierced the air, followed swiftly by another and another. The numbers climbed higher, the desperation of the bidders mirrored in their furious gestures and sharp intakes of breath. From her vantage point on the stage, Y/N watched the faces blur together, a sea of greedy desire stretching out before her like a treacherous ocean.

Among the throng of potential purchasers, only one stood out to her still and this was Thomas Shelby. His eyes were unwavering and fixed upon her. Bids soared into the thousands, the clambering voices echoing through the rafters. In this room of twisted desires and hidden intentions, Y/N's worth was being calculated, her innocence commodified.

A sense of nausea swirled within Y/N's gut, the weight of what she was about to lose hitting her like a sucker punch. She knew the money would bring temporary relief, but the cost of her first time being handed over so coldly – it was a sacrifice she could never fully comprehend.

Biting her bottom lip, Y/N steadied herself, her gaze finding solace in the not-so-innocent eyes of Thomas Shelby across the room. She had set this chain of events in motion, and she would have to live with the consequences, whatever they may be. At last, the bidding war reached its peak, the crowd growing restless, each participant desperate to claim the illustrious prize. The air crackled with anticipation, a storm waiting to unleash its fury.

The auctioneer, sensing the crescendo, roared, "Going once, going twice..." The tension in the room reached a fever pitch, every person holding their breath, their gaze transfixed on the stage. And then, in an instant, Thomas Shelby's voice, low and commanding, cut through the silence like a knife.

"Ten thousand pounds" he said and the room gasped, a collective intake of breath that snaked its way through the assembled throng.

Thomas's bid was a declaration, a statement that he alone was the one who would possess her at a price that was much higher than any other bid before.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, her pulse reverberating in her temples. She locked eyes with Thomas, her voice trembling as she promised herself that she would not crumble beneath his intimidating presence even though he wanted her to, by simply looking at her.

"Sold to Thomas Shelby for ten thousand pounds!" the auctioneer's proclamation hung in the air, sealing Y/N's fate like a binding contract.

A mixture of relief and trepidation surged through her veins, her steps faltering as she descended from the stage, her composure teetering on the edge. Thomas approached her with a measured stride, his every move calculated and deliberate. He extended a gloved hand towards her, a pale contrast against the darkness that seemed to radiate from him.

"Y/N, is it?" he asked, his voice a low timbre that held a hidden power, causing in Y/N to nod silently.

"It appears you now belong to me" he then asserted and Y/N paused for a moment, feeling herself teetering on the precipice between freedom and captivity.

“It seems so” Y/N responded as she chose to swallow her fear and accepted his hand, their fingers intertwining in a pact that neither of them fully comprehended.

“Very well then” Thomas responded before he pulled her closer and Y/N felt the weight of his reputation settle upon her shoulders. The echoes of his criminal empire whispered around her, the unknown dangers lurking beneath the surface of this enigmatic man.

With every guiding step, Thomas led her out of the brothel and into the night, the rain washing away the remnants of her former life. The world around her seemed to fade into insignificance, her focus solely on the ruthless man who had claimed her as his own.

***

Eventually, they emerged onto the dark streets of Small Heath, the rain obscuring their silhouettes as they walked side by side. Y/N's nerves danced with a mix of apprehension and curiosity, her mind frantically searching for answers to the questions that suddenly enveloped her.

"You've heard of me, eh. So you know what I do?" Thomas stated, his voice cutting through the raindrops like a razor and Y/N hesitated to answer for a moment, her words momentarily catching in her throat.

"Yes. I have heard that you are dangerous," she finally admitted, the honesty laced with a touch of fear. A hint of a smile danced across Thomas's lips, his eyes narrowing with a blend of amusement and something darker.

"Dangerous, eh?” he chuckled. “Well, I suppose that is not entirely wrong. Although, one might argue that danger can be seductive” Thomas then asserted and Y/N absorbed his words, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards this enigmatic criminal, as if some inexplicable force drew them together despite the odds stacked against them.

"Why me?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breathy plea. The question hung in the air, mingling with the quiet patter of raindrops on the pavement. Thomas stopped abruptly, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly. His gaze bore into her, stripping away any pretence that either of them wore.

"Because I saw something in you that intrigued me. Despite, what kind of criminal would not want someone as innocent as you to corrupt, eh?" Thomas joked as the rain continued its relentless assault, washing away the remnants of Y/N's innocence and revealing a strength that had long lain dormant within her.

This journey was not just about the loss of her virginity – it was an awakening, a test of her own resilience. The intoxicating mix of danger, attraction, and the unknown propelled Y/N forward, her heart pounding in her chest like a wild creature. She had embarked on a journey into darkness, and she was determined to emerge on the other side, transformed.

[homestylehughes]

4 times quinn wanted to kiss you, and the 1 time he did.

pairing(s): Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

summary: 4 times quinn wanted to kiss you, and the time he did.

warning(s): absolutely nothing, pure fluff.

wc: 2.1k

an: hi loves!!! before i say anything, i think this might be my favorite fic, i've ever written, i love it so so much. it was so nice to sit down and write another fic, I had the best time writing this. i know the poll i put out wanted the nico x Hughes sister smut but this idea has a hold on me and i had to write it today, but i'm working on that fic currently as well! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i do, like and reblog If you do! much love always <3

happy reading <3

1.

It had always been yn and quinn, quinn and yn, attached to the hip at 5 years old and neither of you wanted to let go. If you would have told Quinn that the little girl the jack pushed into the sandbox at 5 would be his best friend for the rest of his life, he'd think you're crazy. But here you guys are today starting the first day of college, together.

This wasn't exactly the plan for you guys, it just so happened you got into michigan, the same place quinn was signing to play hockey. 

Today was the first game of the season for Quinn, even though Quinn had played hockey for most of his life, he couldn't help but be scared to step on the ice for his first college game. The nerves are getting the best of him as they line up, ready to headout on the ice for warm ups. 

The first push on the ice takes away Quinn's voice as he looks around the arena at all of the fans in the crowd, his eyes glimmering with excitement as he takes it all in. his heart stops for a moment when he sees you standing in the stands with his family, dressed in his jersey, holding up a sign that says “number 43 is my favorite!”. Holding it high above you head, a wide smile breaking at across your face as look down at him skating on the ice. 

A smile spreads upon Quinn's face, as he looks at you and his family. At that moment he really wanted to kiss you. 

2. 

Quinns hands were shaking as he tried to tie his tie, his mind was everywhere else but where it needed to be. It was the day of the NHL draft, a night that would change the rest of his life and his families. He couldn't help but feel almost sick at the thought of moving to a new state or country, leaving everything and everyone he loved behind, including you. 

After five attempts of trying to tie his tie, he dramatically sighs, dropping his hands away from his chest. Staring at himself in the mirror trying to peace himself together, coaching himself to take deep breaths. Just as he starts to tie his tie again, he hears a soft knock on the hotel door. 

His mom had already ushered everyone out of the room around 30 minutes ago, telling everyone to give him some space. Quinn couldn't help but be annoyed at the fact that someone already was knocking on the other side of the door. Making his way to the door, his brain already settled on whoever was on the other side of the door a bit of hell for disturbing him. 

Opening the door slowly he sees you standing in the hallway, with a small smile on your way as you look at him. All of the anger he had harbored in him, immediately  disappears when he sees you. 

“Hi, i'm sorry to interrupt but i thought i'd just come check on you” she says 

“You weren't interrupting anything, thank you for coming and checking on me.'' Quinn says, pausing for a second clearing his throat. 

“I actually could use a bit of help, i can't tie my tie.” he says a little embarrassed 

“I can help, if you let me in your room, or we can stand here in the hallway whatever works best for you” yn giggles out. 

“Oh shit, i'm sorry come in '' he quickly says, his face heating with embarrassment. Yn quickly walks into the room, quinn shutting the door behind her. 

“Sit on the bed” she quietly says to him, quinn doesn't need to be told twice when it comes to her, taking a seat on the soft bed, leaving his legs slightly open, allowing you to stand in between them as she works on his tie. 

Their faces and bodies are so close together, his eyes catching hers for a moment. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to pull her on top of him and forget about the draft, forget about his future. Because at that moment, he really really wanted to kiss you. 

3. 

Quinn woke up to a constant banging on his front door, rolling on his side to see that the clock on his bed side table read, 3 a.m. “who the fuck is knocking on my door at 3 a.m?” Quinn thought to himself. Quinn trudging pulls himself out of bed, walking slowly downstairs hearing another round of knocking once he reaches the bottom of the stairs. 

Finally reaching his front door, he doesn't even bother looking through the peephole before opening the door. Opening the door he's met with a rain soaked yn on his front porch with flowers in her hand and a suitcase at her side. Quinn thinks he's dreaming as he looks at her, still half asleep. 

“You know i think i forgot how much it rains in vancouver during the summer, as you can see im soaked” yn chuckles out. “Also how dare you not tell me you were being named captain, I'm very upset that I had to find out through an instagram post. But I'll get over that because I missed you, so I flew all of the way here to surprise you.” 

“OH! These flowers are for you” she says, holding out the slightly weeping flowers in front of her.

“I promise they looked better, the rain…ruined them” she says smiling sadly at him.

“I'm so sorry i woke you up with the banging, my phone died and i don't have a key-” 

Quinn quickly cuts her rambling off by pulling her into the tightest hug known to man, spinning her around, as if he never wants to let her go. 

“I'm so happy you're here” quinn says, as he sets her down, his arms wrapped around her. 

“I'm so happy I'm here too.” yn says, looking up at quinn, he can see something in her eyes, love maybe? He’s not sure, but what he is sure of is that he really wants to kiss her, and it's killing me everyday that he hasn't. 

4.

They lost. They lost. They lost in game seven, their playoff run was over. All of their blood, sweat and tears couldn't help them win this game. Quinn couldn't help but let the weight of loss fall on his shoulders as they skate off the ice. The walk to the locker room felt like an eternity. The room is quiet as the players strip out of their gear. He couldn't help but let a few tears fall as he got undressed. Feeling like he let his team, his family, the fans down. 

Quinns mind couldn't focus during the press conference, giving the reporters one to two sentence answers. He didn't want to be there, he wanted to think about anything else other than hockey. He wanted to cry alone, he wanted the voices in his head to stop, he didn't want to be here. 

After the press wraps up, Quinn quickly grabs his things heading out the locker room, as he turns the corner he sees you sitting against the wall, quickly turning your head when you hear footsteps down the hall, making eye contact. 

Quinn had completely forgotten where even at the game, the loss of the game, completely taking over his mind. 

“Yn, what are you still doing here?” he asks as he reaches her, offering her a hand to get off the ground. 

Wordlessly she takes his hand, pulling his bag out of his other hand placing it on the ground below them. Before wrapping her hands around his neck pulling him down into a hug, Quinn's arms instantly wrapping around her waist, his body melting into hers. His face resting in her neck as he feels tears fall out of his eyes, as he clings to her body. 

They stand like this for a few minutes, quinn’s tears finally settling before yn pulls back, running her fingers under quinns eyes wiping away his tears.

“I'm so proud of you, win or lose. I'm so so so proud of you Quinn, please never forget that '' she says, holding his face in between her hands. 

“I love you” quinn mumbles out as he begins to cry again. 

“I love you more” she says, “now let's get you out of here, i think you need one of gina's world famous burgers hm?” she says, grabbing his bag from the floor. Holding her hand out for him to grab, Quinn doesnt waste a second before sliding his hand into her as they head towards the exit. 

Quinns head is no longer filled with thoughts about the game, about hockey. It's filled with thoughts about you, about how much he loves you, and how badly he wants to kiss you. 

+1.

Quinn can't count on his hands how many times he's been to the lake house during the summer, but each time he does it better than the year before. Making new memories with the people who he loves, making new memories with you. 

Quinn insisted that you come to the lake house with him a week before everyone else did, he wanted to spend as much time with you before everyone else got here, and you couldn't say no to that. 

So this brings you to where you guys are now, sitting on the boat in the middle of the lake, watching as the sun sets across the sky. The sky casting hues of pinks and purples across the lake. Quinn couldn't help but look at you as you stare at the scene around you, seeing you look so relaxed and at peace, he couldn't help but smile. 

“I can feel you staring at me” yn giggles out, still looking at the lake in front of her. 

“I was just taking in the scenery” he says 

“Mhm, and that just happens to be my face?” she says, turning to look at him with a smile that matches his on her face. 

“Maybeee” quinn playfully says.

“Well it's creepy so stop it” she says playfully rolling her eyes at him

“And what if I don't?” he asks

“I'll feed you to the sharks” 

“Pretty girl there isn't any sharks out here” quinn says laughing at her

“Stop laughing at me” she says, sending a quick shove to quinns shoulder, causing him to fall back against boat. 

“Oh that's it” quinn days before launching himself at her, pinning her down before his hands start to attack her sides. 

“ QUINN PLEASE NO” she pleads out to him as he tickles her. Laughs fell from both of their lips as they attacked each other. 

“I CAN'T BREATH” yn laughs out as Quinn tickles the skin behind her neck, knowing its sweet spot. Deciding to give in to her pleas, he stops his attack on her neck. Her chest rising steadily as he looks down at her, her lips slightly parted, the plump skin almost looks like its calling is name. 

Before he knows what he’s doing, he slowly lowers his face closer to hers, softly connecting their lips together in a sweet kiss. Yn kisses him back almost instantly, her hands wrapping around his neck pulling him closer to her. The once soft kiss turned hot and desperate quickly, a tension they've been dancing around for years, as finally broken like a dam, and neither of them wanted to stop. 

Neither of them wants to pull away, but the need for air begs them too, Quinn pulling away first causing you to whine at the loss of contact. Looking at her with swollen lips and love filled eyes. 

“I've wanted to do that for awhile” quinn says 

“How long?” she asks as he works hard with the hair on the bottom of his neck.

“Ever since i saw you for the first time” 

“Quinn we were five” she laughs

“I knew what I wanted at five,” he laughs, pushing a piece of hair out of her face. “And i've known that i've always wanted you” he finishes

“I love you” yn says

“I love you more” he replies

“I don't think you do” yn quips back 

“Let me show you how much i do” quinn says before connecting their lips back together, because at that moment quinn wanted to kiss you, and this time he did.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Holy shit, y’all are insane. My tag list is over a HUNDRED (wtf y’all I’m kissing every single one of you on the forehead it was EIGHT before this) and the first part got over 800 notes in 24 hours. I love y’all 😂 With that being said though, Tumblr only allows for 50 mentions per post. So I’m drafting another post with the other 50-odd mentions that I’ll link this to. Unfortunately I’m not willing to make more than two posts, meaning my tag list is officially CLOSED. I’m so sorry, y’all, please know I love every single one of you SO much!! If you’d like to follow along and didn’t make it onto the taglist, go ahead and follow the ‘#if I should stay’ tag. I’ll make sure to use this tag for every update! Thank you all SO SO MUCH!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ and if you want to be dropped from the taglist, that’s fine too; just let me know! ❤️

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Steve is terrified.

Honestly, after the Russians and the Upside Down and everything else, Steve thought he’d never be scared again.

Then he woke up in school in 1984.

He looks around, wide-eyed, only to stop when Tommy and Carol look at him weirdly. “Uh, Steve?” Carol asks. “You look like you’re about to puke.”

Full of tact, just like always. He shakes off the feeling of wrong crawling on his skin and smiles at her. “I’m fine,” he says, when nothing could be further from the truth.

She opens her mouth to respond. Steve breathes a sigh of relief when the bell goes off, only for him to realize he has no idea where he’s going.

Thank God for Carol, apparently, because she throws her head back with a groan. “Math,” she complains. “I hate math.”

Steve feels a zing of recognition dart through him. He had English while she was in math. They used to complain about it between classes.

He feels excited when he realizes Robin will be in this class, then just as suddenly excitement turns to nausea when he realizes she might not remember him.

He walks into class, trying to keep his hopes down, and briefly makes eye contact with her.

She’s doodling in a notebook, looking around the room. Their eyes meet.

Robin’s pencil lead snaps.

Steve freezes.

He opens his mouth, he’s not sure for what, but she shakes her head slightly.

She stands and makes her way towards him before her eyes flutter back in her head and she drops.

She would’ve fallen on the ground if he hadn’t caught her. Whispers start up, enough to get the teacher to look up. “Mr. Harrington,” she says. “I’m not sure what dance moves you think you’re trying, but I will remind you this is an English classroom.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says. “Um. She passed out. I think I should probably take her to the nurse.”

She leans over her desk to peer first at Steve, then at Robin, who still has her eyes closed. “Very well,” she says. “I’ll give you a hall pass. Please ensure she returns once her little spell has worn off.”

He nods, shifts Robin completely into his arms, and walks out of the classroom.

He walks down the hallway and stops by an empty classroom, darting in when nobody’s looking. “Robs,” he chokes, and her arms are around his neck and now he’s choking for an entirely different reason.

She’s shaking, and he feels hot tears land on his shoulder, and he knows she feels the same from his tears. “I thought-”

“I know,” Steve whispers. “I thought the same. I woke up and I was with Tommy and Carol again and I didn’t know what was going on and I was terrified you weren’t gonna remember me.”

“Jesus,” she says. She’s laughing a little, through her tears. “Imagine how I felt, waking up in Mrs. Click’s class. Thought I’d had a weird fever dream. Then you walked in, and…”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Jesus, Robs, I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Right back atcha, Dingus,” she whispers, which really just makes his tears start all over again. “Who else do you think knows?”

Steve sighs. “I don’t know. And other than asking them, and risking getting sent to a padded room…”

“Yeah.” Robin sighs.

“Oh, fuck,” Steve says, tensing up.

“What?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m still with Nancy.”

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🎬 Film Fest! 🎬

Film 1:

Mrs. Riot

Kirishima X P!star F!Reader (MDNI!!)

CW: AFAB, no use of y/n, reader is a 🟠⚫️ actress, fake marriage, cursing, l0ve making, fïngering, vanilla seggs, unpr0tected seggs, 0ral F! Recieving, fluffy, p0rn w/o plot (literally) cream 🥧, terms of endearment, reader and Kiri have some history, slight age difference (Kiri is in his early 20s reader in their late 20s) possible spelling/grammar errors, briefly proofread

AN: had the idea come to me late last night as I was finishing this of doing a series of MHA Characters (all aged up!!) x reader with different types of videos for each character. I thought it might be fun now that I’m getting back into writing, I have two more for the series already saved in my drafts. 👀 if yall are interested at all, or have any specific characters you want to see, my ask box is open! Feel free to drop requests anytime! It gives me motivation to write and is always greatly appreciated! 🫶🫶 hope yall enjoy the first part to this series, and stay tuned to other parts coming soon!!

There was something about being on set, especially compared to any other job that you’ve ever worked, that was just so invigorating. Something about it made you feel so alive in ways nothing else has managed to do so before. Maybe it was the flashing lights, or the taboo nature of it all, and that’s not even mentioning the thrill of who comes and goes between the sheets of the bed that you ultimately find yourself sprawled out upon. Was it the best job to work at? Probably not, there were the occasional awkward encounters out in public from people recognizing you, but did it make you great money? Oh fuck yeah it did. You were well taken care of here, your health and well being always a top priority, which was a rare commodity in the porn industry. You had no complaints. Other than the occasional set partner taking things a step too far at times, but hey, that’s what safe words and security was for.

It’s no secret that even the pros occasionally engage in such debaucherous acts, especially when it comes to being featured in the porn industry. It’s another way to get their name out there, feed their egos or even to simply just blow off some steam after a rough day or week on the job. You’ve seen many of your fair share of heroes come and go from the studio, some were more surprising than others. Today’s addition was most surprising, because in walked none other than the hardened hero Red Riot himself.

You had just finished getting ready, walking out of your dressing room in a silk robe, your hair done up nicely and makeup done to see him standing with and talking to one of the producers. Said producer also happened to be your boss and owner of this business, Denki Kaminari. “Well now, isn’t this a pleasant surprise!” you said with a soft grin, walking over to them as a blush rose to Eijiro’s cheeks at the sight of you. You saw a smile curl to Denki’s lips as he saw you walk up. “Lookin’ good mama! Oh, hey! Meet your set partner for today. You’ll be in good hands for sure, him and I go waaayyy back!” Denki said, throwing an arm around his scarlet headed friend as he introduced you two. You knew him a little more personally than any of the other heroes you would normally film with, having a bit of history with the hero yourself so you didn’t really need any introducing, but the look on Eijiro’s face as he recognized you made this all the more amusing, but even more exciting. “Oh shit” Eijiro responded, his face burning a dark red that could rival that of his own uniform, making you giggle as he connected the dots. “Hi Eiji” you said flirtatiously, giving him a cute, flirty wave as Denki looked between you two. “Oh! You two know each other already?” He asked, seeming clueless to the history you two had. “You didn’t tell me I’d be filming with her!” He said to Denki, making him raise a brow in question at his friend. “Who else would you be filming with?” Denki asked defensively, removing his arm from him to get ready to stand in front of you should he need to keep you safe. It was a protective move he’d always had with you, wanting to ensure his staff, especially his big stars, were safe on set. As much as he wanted to assume the best, previous history of some not so great moves from even well liked pros left him with his guard up just to be safe. His protective reflex, paired with Eijiro’s reaction making you chuckle. You placed a gentle hand on your boss’s shoulder. “It’s alright Denks, he’s just a little surprised to see me is all” you said reassuringly, making Eijiro place a hand to the back of his neck in fluster, rubbing it as he shot you an apologetic but sweet smile. “Been a while, kinda feel a little embarrassed now knowing you’ll be the one to see me naked” he said, making you chuckle softly. “It’s alright, don’t be, besides, I think you underestimate how much I look forward to this. Might even be just as much as you do” you said with a grin, making him blush even more. “Oh geez, really?” He asked, his face only growing more red by the second as you looked him over. “There some history between you two that I should know about?” Denki asked with a raised brow and a slight grin, his arms crossed against his chest as he waited for the juicy details. “Actually yeah” Eijiro answered. “Guess he wasn’t expecting to film with the hot secretary that he used to flirt back and forth with before making it big” you teased, making Denki turn to him with a look of shock and surprise as he put the pieces together before a wicked grin stretched to his lips. “Wait! The hot secretary at Fat Gum’s you used to always talk about during our third year? Oh shit dude, that was her?? Oh man, isn’t this a dream come true for you then!” Denki said with an almost sinister giggle, making the poor hardened hero so incredibly flustered.

Back before you were in the adult film industry working for Denki, you actually worked for Fat Gum and had been working for him since you’d finished college, working up from a simple front desk position to becoming his trusted secretary. You handled the every day runnings of the office when he was away, as well as sorting through paperwork and sending him important details for when he would be out on patrol. When Eijiro was studying under Fat Gum, it was pretty common for him to come visit you at your desk and flirt with you before the day had even started. Sometimes it was a simple conversation, other times he would bring you things like food and treats that they would come across while they were out on patrol, especially if he happened to spot any of your favorites. You’d even gone on the occasional coffee date together, finding the time between your days off and his busy schedule. But then one day he came into the office and you weren’t there anymore. Your desk once occupied by all your cute little decorations and the piles of sticky notes attached to your computer were gone and someone new soon occupied your desk. For a good few years he hadn’t been able to find you since then, never having worked up the courage to ask for your number when he had the chance. He kicked himself every day for it too, because then he could have asked you out properly now that you two weren’t coworkers. That was until he came across some of Kaminari’s works one day. Even heroes need a way to relax after a long day and blow off some steam, so why not support his friend while he was at it? It was as he was browsing through the videos that he finally found you again. He had no idea you were the star actress at Kaminari’s studio now. And man were you good at it.

“Ya know, now that I think about it, it explains a lot actually. Like why you wanted the script to be-“ “shut it, dude!” Eijiro cut him off, making Denki laugh at his friend’s embarrassment as he teased him. “See you on set, handsome” you said flirtatiously, getting up on your tip toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek, watching as he stood there completely speechless before sauntering off to your dressing room to wait until he was ready. “Dude she’s so into you still” Denki said with a grin, shamelessly watching you as you walked off to finish getting ready for set time. “You think so?” Eijiro asked, sounding hopeful for that to be the truth, looking at you with such a dreamy look in his gaze. “I’ve never seen her flirt so hard with someone off set before. You gotta get her number or something after this!” Denki replied, trying his best to hype up his friend.

Your heart raced with excitement as you got the scene all situated, lighting the small candles that laid all around the room with a match as you were donned in a black and red robe. It was hand picked, perfectly to match the iconic colors of his hero uniform, sitting slightly opened in order to reveal your cleavage and allow the material of the gorgeous set of lingerie hiding underneath to peak out just enough to allow the imagination to run wild. Rose petals littered the ground around the bed and decorated the surface of the plush duvet. Next to the bed lay corresponding Mr. and Mrs. wine glasses on the respective nightstands, signaling that you two had just gotten married and this was to be your romantic honeymoon getaway. You quickly put out the match as you heard a knock come to the door, telling you that it was show time. “Action!” You heard Kaminari whisper yell as you watched Kirishima walk in. “Baby? I’m back!” He called out, pulling his tie loose from the tux he was still wearing from the reception, making him smile brightly as you came into his view. “Hi honey! You have fun?” You asked as he closed the door behind him. “Definitely! Never a dull moment with a wild bunch like them” he responded, making you chuckle because you knew it was true, you’d heard countless tales of all the trouble him and his friends would get up to. “But I’m happy to be back with you, to enjoy our night together” he responded genuinely, making you give a pleased hum in reply at his sweet tone. “The boys didn’t wear you out too much did they?” You asked with a slight pout and almost an innocent look in your eyes as you smiled up at him like a cute little wife would. Like you were his cute little wife. He gave a chuckle as he drew closer to you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as your hands rested on his chest. “They tried but…told ‘em that’s your job tonight. Don’t think I didn’t get all those naughty little texts you sent me earlier. Trynna get me all excited and worked up for our honeymoon night?” He asked with a shark toothed grin, his eyes moving up and down your body, drinking in the sight of you. It left your heart fluttering and a tingling feeling in your lower stomach, seeing the way he looked at you. You have a mischievous giggle in response as he leaned in to kiss you so softly, so sweetly as if he was almost afraid that he might break you if he wasn’t careful. It was so unlike how you would normally be treated. His touches were light, his words soft, his looks genuine. It made you feel worshipped rather than used, loved rather than violated. You should have known someone as sweet as him, as gentlemanly and kind would treat you accordingly, yet it still came as such a surprise. “Maybe” you replied with a playful grin, making him chuckle. “Should be careful what you wish for baby, you might just get it” he whispered into it playfully, his tone dipping low and gravely as his hands wandered to your ass, kneading your soft skin in his much larger, calloused hands. You moaned softly into the kiss as he used this as leverage to pull you against him, sending a pleasant tingle through you straight to your core at the feel of him against you. He took that moment to capture your tongue in a sinful dance with his own, groaning as his hips pressed against your soft, much smaller body. You truly had no idea the things you did to him.

You felt his hands travel down your sides, caressing your skin softly and gently as he kissed you. “You looked so good out there baby, so beautiful in your dress. You always manage to leave me speechless, you know that?” he said softly, his admission intimate and his tone quiet as if it was only meant for your ears. You smiled, humming delightedly as one of his hands traveled down your arm, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses against your neck whilst he grabbed your hand in his. He loved how small you were compared to him, how his hand dwarfed yours when he held it against his own. His thumb slid along the wedding band that sat around your ring finger, a gentle caress that again, was so foreign to you, but more than welcomed. “I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you” he said intertwining his fingers with yours making you blush at the sweetness, the tenderness of his tone and his kisses. Your eyes fluttered shut with a pleased sigh as his teeth nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, leaving him to lavish it with attention as your free arm looped around him. He felt your nails dig into his back, a moan leaving you as he worked a hickey onto your skin. It’s such a far cry from how you were used to being treated. So different from being used and thrown around like some kind of sex doll, instead he was treating you like you really had just gotten married. His touch was intimate, his words dripping with saccharine sweetness. You’ve done your fair share of acting in the past to make the scene seem genuine but this? This wasn’t acting, the blush coming to your cheeks was real, the soft gasps, the sweet smiles they were all genuine. This was real, genuine chemistry. “How’s it feel to be Mrs. Riot, baby?” He asked, his hands wandering your frame once more as a cute smirk spread to his lips. “Feels like the happiest day of my life” you replied, making him smile as he looked down at you, so lovestruck you could have almost assumed that he was actually falling in love with you. Perhaps he was, perhaps he had been this whole time. Maybe you were too, and you just didn’t realize it.

It wasn’t much longer before you took your husband by the hand, bringing him to the bedroom to show him the romantic scene you’d set up for the both of you. He gave a chuckle. “See you’ve been busy while I was out” he remarked, looking around the room at all the candles and rose pedals. “You like it?” You asked, sliding your robe off and down your shoulders as he was distracted, waiting for him to bring his attention back to you. When he did, the look on his face was absolutely unmatched. He stood there looking at you with awe, astounded to find you standing here before him, in his hero trademark colors no less. “I love it” he said in a dreamy tone, his words less about the decor and more about you, his eyes scanning you over in the teddy bodysuit that adorned your frame, accentuating all of your beautiful curves. You couldn’t help but giggle softly at his reaction. “Me? Or the decor?” You asked in a cheeky tone, making him give a cute laugh in response. “Both, but I gotta say, you’re the real eye catcher here” he responded, coming up to you where he could get a closer and better look at you, and he did just that. “Damn babe, you look good” he said, his hands resting on your hips again as he kissed you sweetly. “You get this just for me?” He asked, making you smile up at him. “Who else would I get it for, silly?” You responded so naturally, as if the answer was obvious, making him smile back at you with the sweetest, proudest grin you think you’ve ever seen. Oh yeah, he was down bad.

Before you knew it, you were on your back on the bed, hair cascading around you as you looked up at him. His hands splayed on either side of your head as he hovered over you, kissing you like he needed the very air you breathe. You felt as his hand moved from beside your head to trail your body, his fingers dragging down the lace barrier that kept his touch from reaching your sensitive skin. “Gotta say baby, red looks good on you” he said, making you laugh. “Thank you, it’s my favorite color” you said salaciously, making him hum with intrigue. “Is it now? Wonder why that is” he replied teasingly, knowing the answer to that but he wanted to hear you say it. “Don’t know, probably because it reminds me a lot of my husband” you said, putting emphasis on the new word that you get to regard him as. “Oooh, say it again” he said in a low growl, making you gasp softly as his hand trailed down and cupped your soaked cunt. “My husband” you said lasciviously, making him damn near moan at the words. “Yeah, that’s right” he said, making you giggle. “Reminds me of his spiky red hair, how good he looks in his hero uniform. It’s even in the name. Ever heard of him?” You asked, making him hum as he pretended to contemplate who you were talking about. “Can’t say I have baby, why don’t you tell me all about him” he said, rubbing your throbbing clit with his calloused fingers, making you moan. “He’s big, he’s strong, he’s very handsome. He’s definitely the manliest guy I’ve ever met” you said, making him grin and hum at your praises, watching you worry your bottom lip between your teeth and pant as he applied the perfect amount of pressure and speed to your clit. “Oh yeah? Sounds like a pretty cool guy” he said, making you chuckle. “The coolest. Did I mention he knows all the right ways to please a girl?” You added, making him chuckle. “Oh really? Think I could compete?” He asked, watching him push the small strip of fabric hiding your cunt to the side before his fingers dipped down to your entrance, slowly working his thick fingers inside of you. “Mmm, I dunno. May just have to prove if you can” you teased, making him chuckle. “Oh I think I definitely can” he said, working you open with his fingers as he searched for that bundle of nerves deep inside of you. “Fuck…” you sighed, one of your hands coming to grip his arm, nails digging into the muscle as he curled his fingers inside of you, his bicep flexing with each movement. Your jaw fell open and head dropped back as he found that sweet spot, eyes fluttering shut as a moan bubbles from your throat. “Can he find it that fast?” He asked, making you chuckle. “Fuck yeah he can, knows all the right ways to please his wife” you said, making him groan as you called yourself his wife. “Can’t get enough of that” he admitted, making you moan as his thumb circled your clit again, you could hear the sounds of your slick coating his fingers as they slipped in and out of you so effortlessly. “Yeah? That’s the other thing. Love how in love my husband is with me, he takes such good care of me” you praised, making him blush as he leaned down to pull you into a messy, heated kiss at those words. They were music to his ears, words he’d been dying to hear from you for years now, fisting his dick to the thought of coming home to you, plowing into you while you’d be screaming his name. Denki was right, this couldn’t be any more of a dream come true for him. “Fuck baby, you drive me wild you know that?” he breathed into it, his breath shaky with need as he worked you with his fingers, wanting to make sure you cum first before he even gets inside of you. Ever the gentleman he is. “Love how sensitive you are for me, how wet you get at the smallest of touches. Gonna treat you so good baby” he said, and you wondered if he was even in character anymore as he spoke to you. You dropped the act the moment his thumb smoothed over your fake wedding ring, treating you like his wife from the moment he stepped on camera.

“Need you so bad Eiji, please…” you moaned, looking up at him with a deliciously desperate look in your half lidded eyes that made his cock throb. “Cum for me first baby, you know I always gotta get you ready for this cock” he said, making you moan at the thought of him finally being inside of you, of how good the stretch would be, how far inside you he would sit. “Not rushing it tonight, tonight’s all about taking it slow. Wanna savor you baby, even if it means we’ll be up all night” he said, his lips trailing down your body before his head was seated between your thighs. You could feel his breath against your dripping core, his fingers still seated deep inside of you as his tongue found your clit. Your hands quickly flew down to his scarlet locks, fingers tangling in his hair as your back arched up from the bed. “Oh! Eiji…fuck-!” You moaned, hearing him moan into you as his tongue teased your clit, dancing so deliciously against it. You couldn’t help but squirm in his hold, the vibrations of his moans only amplifying the feeling. “Taste so good baby” he said, his hands slipping under you to massage the soft, plump flesh of your ass as he devoured you like a man starved. Your hips bucked against his face in time with the flicking and fluttering of his tongue, searching for that deliciously addicting friction. “Right there! Fuck, just like that baby, ‘m so close…” you panted, moaning sweetly as he looked up at you, marveling at the sight of you. You looked so perfect like this, naked, chest heaving with each labored breath you took as he pleased you, your eyes rolling back when he swipe against your clit with just the perfect amount of pressure. The way you moaned his name, he swore it dripped from your lips like honey. “Eiji! Gonna cum, oh fuck! Baby!” You moaned, warning him as you felt the coil in your core winding tighter and tighter with each pass of his tongue against you. “Let go baby, cum on my tongue. I got you” he assured, watching your face contort with pleasure as it washed over you, your hands pushing him down against you and thighs accidentally squeezing his head as you fell over the edge of bliss. You moaned out loudly as it hit you, the pleasure rushing through you like a strong electrical current, leaving you twitching and spasming slightly as your body started to relax. You heard him moan into you so sinfully, the sound snapping you out of your haze so that you could release him from your tight grip. “Fuuucckk…” you let out, doing your best to catch your breath as you looked at him with a lazy smile on your face. “Did so good for me baby, still got it in you to continue right?” He asked, checking in on you as he climbed back up over you, making you chuckle. “Course I do, c’mere” you said, your arms looping around him, fingers coming to comb through his bright red locks as he kissed you. You paid no mind to the taste of yourself on his tongue, feeling his hand move along your body once more. “You ready?” He asked looking at you, a flush coating both of your cheeks as you looked up at him like two teens about to share their first time together. “Yes, need you so bad Eiji, please..” you begged, making him chuckle softly as he gripped his leaking cock by the base. “I gotchu baby” he replied sweetly, lining himself up to your entrance.

You knew he was big, but fuck the stretch even after his fingers, tongue and with how wet you were surprised you. He made you feel so full, and not just in the sexual way. The caring look in his eyes that he shot you as he eased himself inside, wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurting you, to the way his hand came up and clasped yours, fingers interlocking as he bottomed out. It all made your heart feel so warm and full. “Oh fuck baby…squeezin’ me so tight already. Feel so amazing” he praised, starting a slow and gentle rhythm to let you get used to his size. You couldn’t help the moans that left you even if you tried, his tip kissing your cervix and rubbing that gummy spot inside, it left you dizzy with pleasure. “Feels like you were made for me” he added, looking down at you and admiring the way your body moves in tandem with his thrusts. “Eiji..” you panted while looking up at him with that half lidded expression. He could hardly tear his eyes away from you, whether they were meeting your gaze, or fixating on where your bodies met, or the way your tits moved with each thrust, he simply couldn’t get enough of you. “Feel you so deep” you moaned as his heavy cock dragged against your walls, nudging spots deep inside of you that had you seeing stars already. “Yeah? Feel good baby?” He asked, making you shake your head yes. “Yes! Fuck…so good!” You moaned, the words going straight to his dick as you said them. “I love you” he let out, making your heart flutter at the words, a bright red tinting his cheeks. He leaned down, burying his face into your neck as he moaned. “Love you so much” he said, littering your neck with kisses as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back, legs wrapped around his hips. “Love you too baby” you replied, feeling him pick up in pace a little bit, effectively losing himself in you and the fantasy.

You could feel the coil in your stomach beginning to wind tighter and tighter with each thrust, feeling him nudge that spot inside of you repeatedly, all it would take is one little push to send you over the edge. “‘m so close Eiji” you warned, making him groan as his one hand gripped your hip tight, the other still intertwined with your own. “Me too baby” he admitted, picking his head up enough to look at you, and my goodness was he a sight to behold. His face flushed, brows furrowed, eyes half lidded, jaw slack as a moan bubbled from his throat. “Cum with me baby” you said, watching him drop his head to look where your bodies were joined together, watching his thick cock disappear inside of you with each thrust. “Wanna feel it” you coaxed, your legs wrapping around him tighter, making him let out a breathy chuckle. “Inside? You sure?” He asked, making you bite your lip as you shook your head. “Wanna feel it. Want you to fill me up Eiji” you said, and if he wasn’t close to cumming before, he certainly was now as those words left your lips. “Cum for me baby” he said, his fingers leaving your hip to circle your clit, making your back arch from the mattress as he gave you that last push towards your release. “Yes! Oh fuck, Eiji!” You moaned, clinging to him tightly as your orgasm washed over you, a loud moan escaping you as your tight cunt clenched around him, sending him over the edge with you. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, cumming!” He let out, grabbing your hip as he spilled inside of you, his dick pulsing with each rope that coated your walls. “Fuucckk…” he let out, thrusting shallowly inside of you to help you both ride out your highs as you both fought to catch your breath. “Damn babe, really took it out of me” he joked with a breathy chuckle, making you hum with a soft grin. “That’s my job, right?” You asked with a grin, making him laugh before he leaned down to capture lips in a soft, intimate but sweet kiss. “I love you” he said, so genuinely, so sweetly as he looked down at you tenderly. “I love you too” you replied with a sweet smile, mirroring his gaze.

“And SCENE!”

[jamiliana]

AHHHH IM BACK ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و! HELLO HI HIII

*ೃ༄ warnings*— man-handling(?) [on this thought, i called this abuse in the last part which is hilarious of me so i kept it- all goji did was slap (name) like once gn], pet names, BLACK reader, the n-word is used, short draft, not beta read, no smut (i cant trust myself to write ts), no capitalization on purpose, this is lowk a crack fic if u ignore the random breakdowns (name) has, & random timeskips + lore moments!!

.ೃ࿐ song (if u listen to it, the highlighted red parts will sorta make sense)*— romantic homicide by d4vd.

“in the back of my mind, i killed you.”

,.; part 1

, “enlighten me my dear.”

well, you didn’t lie.

it has been a long day

gojo and geto have been bickering all day- and it all revolved around you.

however, one of the biggest things they bickered about was who gets to hold you, though.

“come on suguru — you’ve had your turn already!”

“no i didn’t, satoru.. you’ve been holding him for half an hour now.”

you remembered gojo kissed his teeth, only nuzzling further into the crook of your neck.

and that's another thing.

they can’t seem to stop smothering themselves all over you.

were you bothered? no, not really.

hell, it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

eh, doesn’t mean it wasn’t still shocking.

but even then they always seemed to ask for permission to touch you like you were made out of glass or something— frail. weak.

you aren’t weak.

well, compared to them you obviously were, but on a normal — monkey.. you can practically hear suguru whisper in your head. he can never seem to leave it. him nor gojo.— scale, you were stronger than the average monkey non sorcerer.

… but still.. are you weak?

you should just stop thinking..

“suguru..?” you whispered, cringing as you heard your own voice crack.

its been a while since you’ve opened your mouth and spoken.. you’ve just been.. quiet.

which really isn’t new,, but still.

surprisingly, suguru actually heard your quiet ass voice and stirred, tightening his already tight grip around your abdomen.

it didn’t hurt though- no, of course not.

geto would never purposely (or even accidentally, if you were being honest) hurt you.

in fact, the only reason gojo had even reluctantly given you to geto was because gojo had accidentally left a few bruises on your waist from his grip on it and geto forced gojo to leave their shared dorm and ‘think about his actions.’

you tried telling geto that’s just how you were- you bruised embarrassingly easily.

(in the back of your mind, your phantom hands brush over distinct, far memories from your junior year of geto scolding gojo for bruising you on your biceps or your thighs while you guys trained together and scolding you for agitating gojo on purpose- he always sounded like a mother to you and satoru though. and if your hands sinked deep enough into those tender, purposely forgotten memories, you can loosely think of how you and satoru shared small snickers while suguru fondly shook his head, shoko snorting in the corner while drinking her black coffee.

didn’t you kill these memories?)

but then again, with how tight satoru’s grip was, you actually felt a bit of pain- just a few stings, though.

suguru and satoru were gripping you like you’d leave and never come back or something.

you’d never leave. it’s not like they’d taken you some way far away. you were just in geto’s dorm cuddling and shit— they weren’t that crazy (yet, anyway.)

your thoughts are cut short when you see geto’s eyes fly open.

you flinched as geto abruptly sat up, eyes frantically searching his bedroom til the landed on your short frame.

well, wrong. you aren’t that short, they are just giants.

they’re probably NBA players in another life.

yeah. that totally makes sense.

“oh,” geto coos, pulling you onto his lap and forcing you to lay your head on his hard, toned abdomen (that truly tells you how tall geto is).

“hi baby- you—“ he sighs, nuzzling his sharp nose and small, soft pink lips into your scalp, “- you scared me for a bit; thought you left.” the words were muttered against your scalp, his fingertips gently rubbing it yet somehow not fucking up your curls.

shit felt amazing. (as a matter of fact, where the hell is your bonnet? did you seriously sleep without a bonnet? what the fuck.— thankfully, geto’s sheets and pillow cases are satin.)

you muffled a whimper with geto’s chest before speaking up.

“i wouldn’t ever leave.. ‘s too comfortable..” you replied, a yawn emanating from your throat.

fuck. you were tired.

dealing with these two niggas was like a full time job..

now that you mention them, geto has been surprisingly quiet.

you hummed in confusion, lifting your head up a little- curious eyes blinking up at suguru. immediately, you let out a soft, quiet “oh.”

geto looked so…mesmerized.

“you mean it?” geto whispered, eyes staring so deeply into your own.

well, obviously. you weren’t one to lie.

…

not to geto, anyway.

also, can he stop staring into your eyes like that? you hate the eye contact.. mostly because it’s with someone you’ve liked for so long.

and thats when it all came crashing back.

your senses.

they’ve been touching all over you—to the point you swear if they could mold into your skin from being so close to you they would’ve.

and the pet names.

now, you are obviously used to it- just like you said before.

but these nicknames weren’t said with the same light tone the two men would always use during sophomore year.

no, no, no.

‘baby, baby boy, darling, prince, doll, perfect, love,’

now they were all said with a sultry tone while they wrapped their arms around you or teased you.

not like you were complaining but,,

did they like you?

“do you like me?” you said bluntly- not like how you wanted to say it, but, you can’t back out now. surprisingly, geto’s face heated up and flushed into a little pink color.

it was cute, don’t get (name) wrong, but right now wasn’t the time to be fangirling over how cute geto looks.

geto’s lips parted, letting in a sharp breath.

“ah.. i thought you’d never notice.. me and gojo were getting worried, baby.”

ah.

there it was.

that was all you ever wanted to hear.

it kind of felt bittersweet, in a way. you stayed months, weeks, days in your dorm room and other places- far from both of the freakishly tall men- even in your classes you avoided them like the plague. crying yourself to sleep at night whenever you’d see them hugging each other tight— both of their strong arms wrapped around either’s waist like a vice. or when you saw their lips connect with a smile tugging at the corner of their small pink lips.

(in the back of my mind, you died(?))

your heart burned around those times. (sometimes it felt as though you couldn’t breathe- everytime you saw them, a phantom figure that resembled your own would sneak up behind you and grab your throat tightly, knocking the air out if your lungs and making you stumble to the floor, stray curls slowly sticking to your head as you became drenched in cold sweat.)

(“nd i’m sick of waiting patiently for someone that won’t even arrive.”)

and you hate to admit it, but it still fucking does.

it’s so unfair- they deliberately (or was it unintentionally? a coincidence? was your mind making you think this way so you could blame your sadness on the two men who you’ve fingered yourself to on restless nights so many times you’ve last count?) waited until you were nearly over them- turning a new league. finally not depressed and feeling an overwhelming amount of self-hatred every time you looked in the mirror, spoke, or even breathed.

(“i hate you.”)

they waited until you finally had energy to actually get out of bed and take care of your body (or maybe this was your fault? you seperated yourself from them completely. maybe they wanted to give you space? maybe the wanted you to realize how much you needed them? (and fuck, did they. but you wouldn’t ever admit it out loud. you’d rather fuck a bitch with STD’s.))

they waited 2 fucking months.

8 weeks.

56 days.

your heart burns- it’s a pain you haven’t felt in a long time.(which is sort of a lie. when you started healing, breaking your way out of that fucking metaphorical melancholic cacoon, you’d have random moments where you heard would just burn for no reason. burned while you showered, burned while you started experimenting with others, trying to get getou and gojo off your mind, burned while you fingered your hole to the old photos (that you were supposed to delete- but you aren’t strong enough for that. you never will be.) of getou or gojou cuddling you- nuzzling into your curls.)

“darling? are you ok? why are you crying? is something wrong?..” you heard geto croon out quietly- cold hands gently wiping away your tears while tutting.

“hm?.. ah, ah, baby, answer me? pleasee? you can do it hun, i got you..”

you had zoned out. your sense of reality being drowned out by the horrid memories you’ve been submerging.

your vision was blurry and your cheeks felt wet and sticky..

huh. you didn’t even realize. it almost wasn’t even believable.

me? crying? tuh.

besides what you thought, in the back of your mind, you knew you were crying (at this point, when were you not? that might’ve been why you barely reacted to your sticky cheeks or the familiar feeling of your runny nose).

all because of a few words, nonetheless.

weak—

no, no, no..

everything was going black.

everything was so fuzzy— your hearing, vision, and touch. you could hear suguru’s soft voice yelling gojo’s full name, and the hard patter of socked feet hitting the wooden floors of the thankfully expensive dorms.

the last thing you felt that wasn’t an uncomfortable fuzzy texture was the soft, cold hands of suguru that was gently fondling your chubby cheek.

>.>\\

“suguruu.. I’m worried about him. it’s been too long since he’s been passed out..”

fuck, my head hurts..

“stop your worrying, satoru. he just passed out from stress, it's normal to be out for a while. don’t be so childish.”

i passed out? what even hap- oh. so, they really do love me?

“but don’t you think seven hours is too much? we had to bathe him God’s sake.”

bathe me? what the hell?

“satoru—“

“you had to bathe me? did you touch me?!—ow-“

you were slammed into a hard chest- gojo’s- as he wrapped his arms around your abdomen tightly.

oww.. so tight..

almost instinctively, you whimpered, struggling in satoru’s tight hold- which only got impossibly tighter.

“you’re hugging him so tight, satoru.. loosen up.” you heard geto say sternly, flicking gojo’s forehead while the older man pouted and loosened his tight hold on you, his rough, calloused hands rubbing the fresh pink bruise on his forehead.

at that, you snorted, looking down at your body and smiling softly- you had recognized the boxers you’re to be some old ones that you remember leaving at geto and gojo’s dorm- you used to have a shit ton of sleepovers with them, so they brought a drawer for you to hold some extra essentials and clothes. however, the hoodie and the socks weren’t yours. for one, the socks were long and looked like fucking thigh highs on you. you couldn’t tell who it belonged to, but based on the pixelated cats on it, it belonged to geto. second, the hoodie was obviously one that both gojo and geto have worn before- because you’ve seen them both wear it pre-depression era- alternating who would wear the hoodie. which honestly just shows how blind you were not to realize that geto and gojo liked each other (deep in your mind a familiar voice- that sounded an awful a lot like yours- whispers sharply; but you did know. you just didn’t want to acknowledge it. you are too weak. too soft. you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it; handle the two loves of your life kissing, having sex, cuddling, doing anything remotely romantic. but when your mind fully processed it, you just couldn’t handle it. never.)

(you choose to rub curl into yourself at that, your sniffling inaudible over the loud bickering of suguru and gojo.)

“— like i was saying, he obviously loves me more! i’m more hyper! right, doll?” satoru eagerly turns to you, a smug smirk on his lips as he watches your cheeks heat up at the pet name.

“i- uhm- what? i- i love you and suguru equally? i mean, i fell in love with suguru first.. but that doesn’t really matter.. i think..” you murmur with an awkward smile (ignoring the voice crack in your own voice), clearly recognizing that you might’ve made a mistake spreading too much information.

and based on the way gojo’s smug smirk is wiped off his face quickly and a smug smirk starts forming on geto’s instead, it was in fact confirmed a mistake.

“WHAT-“

w.c: ~2,000 \,. (˶˃⤙˂˶),,/

idk why this took me so long to put out but like..

( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )..

anyway, i would eat geto suguru’s ass for breakfast, snack #1, lunch, snack #2, & dinner!

if u want a continuation just ask frl (that one might take another 2 years tho)

[turcott3]

pls write more Jamie!!!!!

ask and you shall receive!!!!

drinking game

jamie drysdale x fem! reader

warnings?: alcohol, smut, unprotected sex (🙅🏻‍♀️), oral fem receiving, fluff

(this is an older draft that i edited, apologies for any mistakes🙏🏻)

masterlist

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as the sun began to set on the warm city of anaheim, the alcohol began to come out from the shadows, courtesy of none other than.... you guessed it! trevor zegras. he planned this gathering weeks ago in preparation for the start of the regular season. which of course jamie was elected to host.

"alright bitches let's get this damn show on the road." he says holding two packs of smirnoff ices mason just behind him with a 24 pack of twisted teas and a 12 pack of michelob ultra.

"this is all you got?" jamie asks, walking into the room.

"we still have a bunch of of shit from the last few weeks jimbo we're fine." he scoffs placing everything on the counter. jamie's dark damp hair falls over his face as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch. he runs his fingers through his hair brushing it out of his face and joins everyone in the kitchen as you had already cracked open a few drinks. apparently a few sips was enough for you to find jamie's simple gestures insanely attractive.

"hey y/n, can you pass me a smirnoff?" jamie asks nodding to the pack of originals on the counter near me.

"yeah here." you say passing him one. he opens the bottle eagerly and downs it like water. apparently you were staring because you were snapped out of your thoughts when jamie said your name.

"i was staring wasn't i?" you ask, your cheeks burning red.

"yep, but i was gonna ask if you wanted to shot gun with me?" he asks holding up three twisted teas.

"oh yeah of course, why do you have three?" you ask.

"two for me because i'm trying to get sloshed." he smiles handing you one. you follow the pale canadian into the backyard anxiously.

"ok on my count." jamie says holding up his hand counting down on his fingers. once he hits 1 you crack open the cans and down the drink as quickly as possible. considering you don't drink too often, you were already pretty drunk.

"can you go grab us another ice?" jamie asks as he is about to down the second one.

"yeah of course." you say trying not to trip and face plant your way back into the house. you return with the drinks and he opens your bottle handing it to you before opening his.

"cheers m'lady" he smirks.

"cheers." he says as you both take a swig.

"hey guys, alex brought a drinking game kate made, wanna play?" mason asks sticking his head through the doorway.

"yeah we're coming." jamie says smiling and finishing his drink. you follow him back into the house and sit side by side around a large board on the living room floor. you sat and listened as kate and alex explained the rules, which were straight forward. roll the dice, move that many spaces and do what the square says. everyone picks a game piece and start. the first round was light only taking a few sips of drinks and a few shots of malibu. needless to say, you were incredibly drunk and probably obviously eye fucking jamie sitting right next to you.

"alright y/n you landed on dare. who do you want to give you the dare?" kate asks you.

"uhm.... trevor." you say not knowing what he was gonna say. he gives alex a smirk and then opens his mouth to speak, "i dare you, to kiss jamie for 30 seconds."

your eyes go wide.

“what?”

"don't 'what' me you've been eye fucking him for the last 10 minutes." he laughs. you look to your right where jamie sat, looking completely unbothered.

"fine." you say climbing lazily into his lap. you place both of your hands on his face and colliding your lips. his hands find there way to your waist as he deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping your bottom lip to open. immediately, you feel your panties soak with moisture. he pats your ass cheek to signal that your time was done. once you separate you take a second to look into his eyes and what you saw was not what you expected from him.

pure lust.

you climb off his lap back into my spot, sitting criss cross quickly and adjust the leggings you’re wearing.

"¡ honestly don't even know what to say." kate laughs and everyone joins. including you and jamie with hesitant laughs as our eyes lock again.

"ok anyways jamie, you got 4." she says and he moves his piece 4 spaces.

"take as many shots as rolled on the dice." he says aloud," how about chug for 5 seconds."

"sure." alex says. jamie grabs onto the neck of the malibu and takes a few decent gulps.

"fuck." he says feeling the effects. as the game continues, the tension between jamie and you had only grown. you’ve scooted closer together and his hand has found his way onto your leg.

"HA I WIN!" mason yells, downing the rest of his drink. everyone stands up to go your separate ways again.

jamie grabs onto your hand and guides you to the empty kitchen. he leans back onto the counter, pulling you with him by your hands. your hands find their way to his chest as you look up into his big blue eyes.

"you can't keep looking at me like that." he says smoothing his hands down your back and stopping on your ass.

"but maybe it's because i want something." you say basically pulling out the puppy dog eyes.

"y/n there's a bunch of people here." he says hesitantly lifting his hand off your ass and directing your gaze to the window.

"and you have a bedroom, with a door that locks." you say patting him on the chest. he sits and stares at you for another moment.

"my fucking god, how can i say no to you?" he says leaning down and connecting your lips again, this time more passionately, knowing that no one is around. after a few moments you hesitantly break the kiss.

"come on let's go hang out with them for a little bit." he says surprisingly.

"jamie please." you beg grabbing fist fulls of his shirt.

"y/n come on, we can go sit out with them while they drink more and then we can go up okay?" he asks brushing a strand up hair out of your face.

"but why can't we just go now?"

"would you just trust me for a second?" he says clearly having an alterier motive.

"okay." you say as he kisses you one more time before guiding you by the small of your back out to the fire pit. he sits down on the loveseat and you go to sit next to him, which he stops you and pulls you onto his lap and jumps into conversation casually. you stare at him like an alien for a moment while his hands so casually rested around your ass. you’re painfully aware of how close you are.

at this point you’re longing for him. you keep shifting on his lap trying to hide the horny bitch you were becoming, while hopefully torturing him in the process. his hands tighten their grip on you

. "go upstairs." he whispers in your ear.

"and say what to them?"

"just say you're going to the bathroom because you don't feel great or something. i'll be up there in five." he replies and you stand up.

"hey guys, i'm gonna head to the bathroom, i'm not feeling great. i may call it a night."

"aw but you're staying over right?" trevor asks.

"yeah yeah, just gonna go maybe take a cold shower or something." you say finally escaping and making your way up the stairs into jamie's room. knowing that jamie would soon be up there for you is already enough to leave your underwear dripping.

you sat anxiously on the bed, picking at your nails waiting for him to walk through the door. a few slow minutes go by and you finally hear the knob turn.

"sorry i kept you waiting love, i told them i was coming to check on you and they just kept trying to get me to stay."

"it's okay, you're here now," you say standing up and walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

"do you know how hard it was for me to control myself with you squirming like that, i could barely keep my dick in line." he says separating your lips.

"i'm sorry, i couldn't help myself. i wanted you so bad."

"now i know we're both drunk but are you sure you wanna do this?" he asks you keeping his hands placed gently on your sides.

"yes of course i do. drunk words are sober thoughts jamie. i've always had a little crush on you." you giggle pressing the side of your head to his chest and hugging onto him.

"come here." he says beckoning you over to the bed, pulling you on top of him as he laid on his back. he connects your lips hungrily as his tongue begs for entry, which is immediately given. you run your hands up his toned chest under his shirt, signaling for him to remove it which he quickly does. you break apart the kiss, sitting up and removing your shirt. he sits up to meet you and connecting your lips again as you feel the bulge in his pants push against you. he groans at the contact.

"fuck i need you jamie." you say growing hornier by the millisecond. hastily, you remove the rest of our outer layer leaving you both only in underwear. he stands looking at you for a few moments before walking over to you, touching your chests together. he runs his fingers gently down your sides, trailing goosebumps behind them.

"you're so gorgeous y/n." he whispers, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

"you're just teasing me at this point jam, please i want you."

"i'm being serious though angel." he says trailing kisses on your jawline.

"come on." you say pulling him by his waist to the bed.

"lay down." he says and you do so. he pulls you by my calves towards the edge of the bed and carefully removes your underwear.

"jamie what are you doing?"

"you've been so gorgeous tonight so i'm all about you." he says kissing your inner thighs leading closer and closer to your core. your breath hitches when his tongue makes immediate, intense contact with your clit making your eyes roll into the back of my head.

"fuck jamie." you moan out, tangling your fingers in his dark locks. his tongue moves in thorough circles before he slips two fingers in unexpectedly making the knot in your stomach tighten harder.

"oh my fucking god." you choke on my words. you knew you were closed based on the ever building ecstasy you felt in my body.

"i'm gonna, i'm-fuck." you say cumming way quicker than you originally expected. he stands up with a wide, lustful smirk on his face and you sit up bringing his face to your, not caring that he was just face deep in your pussy.

"i want you." you say grabbing onto his face as you break apart. you feel him unclasp your bra and you free yourself of it.

"have me." he says, backing away and removing his boxers, stroking his dick a few times. he pulls your legs apart and bends your knees close to your chest. he looks down lining himself up with your entrance and he begins to push in slowly.

"god fuck." you say gripping onto the sheets. you had fucked a few guys but no one near the size of jamie.

"do you want me all the way in or do you need a second?"

"all the way, just wait until i tell you to move."

"whatever you want baby." he says, pushing a significant amount of dick all the way into you.

"you're so big jamie." you say gritting my teeth. he leans over, placing his hands on either side of your head.

"we don't have to do this." he says.

"no no i want to, so bad." you say kissing him desperately again. once you feel comfortable with his size you nod signaling for him to move. he begins thrusting his hips slowly, completely filling you up with each push.

"you feel so good y/n." he says huffing between words. you place your hands on his back as he begins to pick up his speed very slowly. never once had a man ever made you feel the way jamie is making you feel. the euphoric feelings you were experiencing was almost over stimulating. by the time he reaches a quick pace, your nails are digging into his back.

"so so good for me baby." he says continuing his pace yet kissing you so lovingly.

"oh my god jamie i'm close." your voice comes out in a whisper close to his ear.

"yeah that's my girl right there." he says, somehow deepening his thrusts sending your eyes shooting into the back of my head. your walls begin to clench around him knowing you would be reaching your second climax very soon.

"oh fuck fuck." you say finally releasing the built up pressure in my abdomen.

"i'm almost there." he says fucking you right through my orgasm, moments later feeling his warm seed spilling into you.

"fuck oh my god." you say as he lays down on your chest, staying inside of you. he kisses up your chest up to your lips leaving a smile on your face. he pulls out and grabs all of your clothes off the floor, tossing them into his hamper.

"let me get you cleaned up and grab you some clean clothes." he says kissing you on the cheek before going into his bathroom to soak a rag with warm water to wipe you clean.

you lean up to go dig into your bag that was coincidentally already in his room and he stops you.

"no stay there, ill get it." he says digging into your bag, grabbing only your spare underwear before digging into his drawers for a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. he hands them to you one by one as you put them on.

"so beautiful." he says, sounding completely sober, knowing he's not. you blush at his words, still buzzing from the alcohol.

"what are you gonna tell everyone?" you ask getting under his covers.

"i'm gonna go tell them you were sick so i helped you shower and put you in bed so im gonna stay in here with you."

"oh, okay." you smile not expecting him to want to stay up here with you.

"i'll be right back okay? get comfortable." he says shutting the door behind him. a few short minutes later he returns to his room smiling.

"you didn't tell anyone did you?"

"no no don't worry. they think it's sweet that i want to help you."

"well you didn't help me in the way they think." you wink at him and he laughs, joining you in bed. he pulls you over to lay on his chest as you sat in silence for a few moments.

"so what now?" you ask quietly.

"what do you mean?"

"is this just a fuck and done thing or like what's next?" you repeat.

"y/n, i like you. my feelings for you have grown by miles tonight." he says rubbing his hand up and down your back underneath the shirt. all you can do is lean up and smile at him.

"you like me?" you giggle.

"yeah i do." he smiles back.

"prove it." you say with a fake attitude. he gently pulls you by your chin and kisses you deeply.

"was that enough proof for you?" he laughs.

"i think so." you blush, "i like you a lot too by the way."

"prove it." he says mocking you and you roll my eyes, locking your lips with his, your hand placed delicately on his cheek.

"was that enough proof for you?" you reply mocking him this time nuzzling your head into his neck.

"¡ would say yes." he replies holding you closer as you drift off into a peaceful sleep together for the first time.

[strawberryblondebutch]

Oh lord here we go again. It’s too early for this shit. Check pwhl tag for context (assuming they keep the post up)

I can’t do this again!!

I’m going to say this as a Charge fan — you (and this is the general you, not you the anon) do not know what your organization does behind closed doors. No team had Curl on a do-not-draft list. Kendall is not a singular criminal mastermind. Kelly Babstock is antiblack!

A few months ago, someone fairly popular in the DIY community responded to sex assault allegations against a popular musician by saying, “Well, I know MY favorite band isn’t like that, because they’ve been nice to me at meet and greets!” Which is insanely ignorant. Yeah, no shit this public figure will be nice and respectful at an event that requires it.

You do not know what is going on behind closed doors.

Moreover, throwing every player in an organization under the bus is just… ignorant of how sports work? You don’t get to pick where you’re drafted. Even a free agent signing (1) can have the circumstances of their signing change on them, or (2) be put in a position where they need to take a job. I’m not going to blame, say, Leo Carlsson for being a Duck. He didn’t go to the front office and say, “Please please please hire the guy who covered up sex abuse!” He doesn’t have that kind of leverage. So why are we blaming someone like Liz Schepers for playing for Klee?

Also, as to the point on attendance — it’s worth mentioning that the Timberwolves were at home for their own clinching game. Target Center sold out almost immediately because the Wolves are another exciting young team. It’s very likely that some people who would have gone to the Frost game already had Wolves tickets.

[cardboardclownery]

CRASHES THROUGH A BRICK WALL

HI HI IM ALIVE!!!! sorry for the relative radio silence on here ;v;

on the topic of that actually!!!! finally have a proper folie a deux au update for you!! though its slightly different than expected?

me and professional buddy and fellow au creator @cookiecaker decided to share a summary of the story we're making for the au beforehand since we'll be taking a whileeee to finish it,,, got a lot of life to live and horrors to create "-v-

after this though you mayyyy or may notttt see some out of order chapter drafts posted for the story as well,,, or atleast one? eh youll see ;Pc

ANYWAYS!!!! this is gonna take a while so lets get on with...

THE FOLIE À DEUX DOAI AU

a summary!!

or story pitch? idk-

(cookie please lemme know if i miss or improperly describe anything here feel free to correct me-)

PART 1

the first three chapters follow alex just after the end of volume 1 as theyre abducted by lankmann and confined to his asylum as a "patient." eventually they get sent to winfrey as food, but winfrey refuses to eat them. theyre left to die in room 66 by lankmann for a Long While, until eventually he gives up and just puts alex back in their room

while alone in confinement, alex starts noticing strange things happening... dark patches start appearing on their skin, they get random pains as if someone were kicking them, and they hear a voice... a much clearer voice than the ones they used to hear while working in the asylum, and it seemed to be able to read their thoughts. though they originally just assumed it was due to being part of their thoughts as well, they find that they start knowing things they had no way of knowing and never learned prior to being confined. when lankmann typically entered room 66, how long hes inside, certain areas of the asylum patients found that theyd never heard of before...

this "voice" managed to help alex find a way to escape, leading to them running away and moving to another, smaller town in eastridge than the one they originally lived in to avoid lankmann's pursuit

PART 2

[ ! tw for cannibalism. yes you heard me- ! ]

so after getting far away from the asylum, alex assumes that their hallucinations and weird symptoms of... Something would wear off, since subject 02 was no where near close enough to affect them

well uh. nope! theyre still there!!

so eventually alex figures out "oh shit that thing is in my head somehow" and is obviously quite concerned!!! to say the least!!!! but theyre also oddly comforted by the idea of having The Voice in their head, since now theyre not entirely alone while on the run and i mean it helped them escape so it cant be that bad?? either way theyre not exactly excited about the whole ordeal and theyre starting to look different and theyre really hungry all the time and its not fun

so! at some point (with winfreys suggestion) alex decides to run off to another town a bit farther away just to be safe. but Uh Oh theyre all out of food!! so theyre extremely hungry, forcing themself through it so they can get food when they arrive but. they see someone in the woods while walking

and for some reason that makes them even hungrier

they try to ignore it and keep walking but they cant

and the next thing they know

theyre looking down at a person

chewing off the flesh on their leg

covered in blood

even after regaining their senses they cant stop themself from eating. it tasted... so good... they were so hungry... they felt awful but it really did taste so s o g o o d .

in a haze, they discard the body, clean themself off and reach the next town. just after unpacking in an apartment, they collapse, flooded with the emotions they fought off on the way there

the next day, alex finally confronts winfrey (or winfreys voice rather-) about all their grievances and they eventually reach an understanding, as winfrey opens up about fearing the outside of the asylum despite longing to escape through alex, so they eventually agree to let winfrey pilot their body for a few days to get a feel for how the world has changed since the time winfrey had been free

in doing so, winfrey realizes how small and helpless humans are in comparison to them and how terrified the patients they devoured mustve been. this allows them to appreciate human life (specifically alex's) much more and want to escaped in their own body to join alex outside and introduce clyde to what they learned after finding it again

while piloting alexs body, winfrey is suddenly forced back into their own after lankmann inflicts enough pain to wake them from the dissociative state that piloting alex left them in. soon after this, winfrey overcomes the fear that was originally keeping them from escaping the facility and breaks out

PART 3

this section is a lot less figured out than the rest so uhh bear with me please ;v;

essentially this couple of chapters just follows alex and winfrey as they get used to life on the run, figuring out where to go from there and how they could potentially find clyde, along with just talking face to face and getting used to that. its a weird feeling talking to someone that you share thoughts with yknow? like talking to yourself but its... not... yourself...

around the start of this section winfrey also expresses that they feel drawn to feminity as a human concept, thus being referred to with they/she from this point on in the story!! transfem winfrey yippee!!! it just makes sense in our head idk-

PART 4

alex and winfrey start noticing news broadcasts and posters asking around for a "dark figure" lurking around, as well as warnings about alex being missing from lankmanns asylum. this fuels alex's paranoia, leading them to seeing lankmanns caretakers everywhere, feeling as if theyre being watched wherever they go... until eventually their home is ambushed and theyre taken back into lankmanns custody

alex is essentially used as bait to get winfrey to come save them from the asylum, since lankmann couldnt find a solid lead on where winfrey could be. alex tries to convince her not to fall for it, since they can both tell this is what lankmanns trying to do, but winfrey eventually caves and breaks back in to help alex, getting trapped inside once again

PART 5

depsite the circumstances, winfrey and alex do their best to stay determined and keep looking for a way out, but they dont make much progress. to make matters worse, lankmann tries "live feeding" patients to alex in the same way he did with winfrey due to realizing that alex has veldigun traits and assuming that theyd have the same appetite as her. this isnt the case, and eventually lankmann switches to dead patients as food for alex, which theyre forced to accept due to lacking any other options

both winfrey and alex are miserable in the situation, the helplessness sinking in fairly quickly as alexs body begins rejecting the growing veldigun portions of itself, decaying under the immense stress

during their final moments, winfrey pilots alexs body to allow an atleast somewhat peaceful death as their consciousness fades away, leaving winfrey alone to reflect on all that had happened...

...and thats the official end of the story!! i had like,, a hypothetical epilogue/alternate ending where lankmann forces a Mind Merge with winfrey somehow and then gets killed and she breaks out again but like. idk the logistics of that are iffy and i kinda prefer the more melancholy end for something like this ":]c

ANYHOW!!!! hope that was!!! something!!!! please feel free to ask questions or provide feedback or anything else im always happy to engage with my fellow freaks (affectionate) :]

ALSO IF YOU MAKE CONTENT BASED ON THIS AU LET ME KNOW I WILL DIE FOREVER alright thats it for real this time- stay safe broskissss BP