#this is also another reason why im slow with replies

[stupidlittlespirit]

im sorry to hear that you're actively losing your relationship due to being ace.. thats genuinely devastating

it's alright babe, at the end of the day I'll always have this smokin hot bod and this clean bill of mental heal-..... this smokin hot bod!

[eraseur]

//the urge to shake all of u to write new stuff with me rn vs the need to reply to the 23 drafts i have

[lenacosse]

False god

pairing; jake peralta x reader

word count; 2,500

cw; smut, arguing

summary; reader gets extremely insecure and jealous, instead of talking it through her and jake argue which leads to fucking.



a/n: im backkkk. so sorry for the lack of posting for the last two months, ive been so preoccupied but i hope to get properly back now. also omg try not to make a post about a ts song mission= failed. can’t resist.

‘and you can’t talk to me when i’m like this

daring you to leave me just so i can try and scare you

you’re the west village

you still do it for me, babe.’

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Your relationship with Jake wasn’t perfect, although to the eye of many that wasn’t obvious. You seemed utterly head over heels, and whilst that was the truth you, like any other couple had problems. But to the extent was not normal, most couples talk it out, that’s never been your method. The problem was Jake’s friendliness, before you got together you loved that about him, it was after all how you got together. You loved how he would talk to everyone, you loved how he made people laugh, but now that you sit in a crowded restaurant gritting your teeth watching your boyfriend make the waitress laugh, he told a joke, a joke first told to you, your gaze was fixated on him, the crease by his eyes as he laughed, the nod of his head as she spoke, but worst of all the prolonged eye contact they held and how her eyes glistened as they done so.

Swiftly you finished your wine, you cleared your throat and the waitress turned to you. You nodded your head to the empty glass, right away she excused herself with the glass to get you another.

“She’s lovely,” you grinned, the sarcasm seeping through your words.

“It’s the Peralta charm, she couldn’t help laugh at my joke,” Jake teased, resuming his meal. You near scoffed at the audacity of him, deep down you knew he was being harmless- a mere joke, but you couldn’t help the insecurity inside of you get the better of your mind. You and Jake have been together for two years, the longest you’ve both been with someone, your biggest fear is that Jake will get bored of you, so interactions like this had your mind running wild- reaching to the worst possible scenarios.

For the rest of your meal you were barely listening to Jake enthuse about his week at work, he talked about his perps, his drug busts and the banter within the precinct. Instead you were in your head, imagining the end of your relationship, more specifically Jake leaving you for someone much prettier and funnier. He’s never not been loyal, he’s never given you an reason to feel this way, yet you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t turn off your self sabotaging mind and that was a slow undeniable killer.

“Are you okay?” Jake said, snapping you back to reality, concern written over his face, his eyes gentle and comforting.

“I’m fine.” You replied. “Just tired.” You couldn’t shake the coldness of your words. Jake reached over the table to grab your hand, you sighed and moved your hand away, feeling too indifferent to talk about it. You could see the disappointment building in his eyes.

“Let’s go then.” Jake said as he stood up grabbing his jacket and pushing his chair in, you paid the bill and got into his car.

A deafening silence fell over you both for the first few minutes of the car ride, you didn’t know what to say, you were worried that if you started to talk you would end up fighting. The car stopped at the red light, you found your eyes wondering over to Jake, one hand on the wheel the other tapping on the dashboard as he starred out the window, his eyebrows were knitted together in a frustrated manner and his body was tense. He glanced at you and instantly your eyes hardened.

“What did I do to upset you this much?” Jake asked, his voice firm.

“Nothing.” You mumbled looking down at your lap.

“Then why are you acting like this? I don’t understand the night started great now you’re distant. Do you not like me anymore or something?”

The emotion in his voice had you heart aching, you couldn’t understand why your mind done this to you, from a rational perspective the interaction was harmless- maybe enough for you to sulk over, but not to this extent and you knew that. You nervously picked at you nails as you replied.

“Of course I do Jake- you know I love you. But it’s just..” you sighed, “I don’t know.”

He turned to look at you now, “just what?”

“You’re too friendly! That’s the problem.”

“Too friendly? What does that even mean?!” He laughed, you looked at him and instantly filled with rage.

“Don’t be stupid Jake. Don’t do that, you were flirting with that fucking waitress.”

The light went green and Jake drove again, his eyes were focused on the road as he spoke. “Flirting? Seriously. This again.” He sighed, “I’m not flirting with anyone.”

“Oh,” you scoffed, “it’s so fucking obvious! The fuck me eyes she was sending you, you’re not blind Jake anyone could have sensed it.”

“You’re seeing things. Seriously, tell me why would I do that?”

“That’s what I’m asking you!!”

“Maybe for once it’s not me, it’s you. You are the one causing the problem here not me.”

“As I recall you were the one flirting!” You fumed.

“Flirting or simply talking? Should I just stay away from all woman from now on?”

“You’re infuriating right now. Just fucking apologise.”

“For what?!” Jake raised his voice, “I didn’t do anything. I made me waitress laugh, you’re acting as if I asked for her number.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if you did.” You muttered.

“Really? You think I’d cheat on you.” Jake said as he parked the car outside his apartment complex.

You got out of the car slamming the door after you and Jake followed behind you. “Well would you?”

He punched in the code to open the complex door, you stood with your arms crossed walking with him. “What kind of question is that? Obviously not.”

You pressed the elevator button and stood beside him, arms crossed again and your body stiff with anger. “That’s not what I picked up on looking at you and that woman.”

“Y/N. I did not flirt with her. Get that idea out of your head.” Jake groaned, clearly becoming increasingly frustrated with you.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t have that idea if you weren’t so fucking friendly!” You practically shouted. Your face flushed red with embarrassment as a couple walked out of the elevator, by the looks of your face you could tell they heard everything. The man gave Jake a sympathetic look which made you roll your eyes, his girlfriend elbowed him in response to that.

Jake walked into the elevator, you followed and pressed the floor number. “I don’t want to have this stupid conversation anymore. I didn’t flirt with her! And I’m not too friendly, there’s no such thing.”

“Oh yes there is. You are a prime example,” you scoffed as the elevator doors closed.

“You want to know what’s exhausting? This. I’m sick of you being so insecure.”

“Then break up with me.”

“What? No. Are you insane?”

“Go on. Do it. I know you want to, do it Jake break up with me.”

“I’d be crazy to break up with you.” Jake moved closer to you.

“I think you want to.” You starred into his eyes, deep down you’d be distraught if he broke up with you. But the thrill of keeping him on his toes outweighed that.

He grabbed your arm pull you closer to him. “Don’t say anything like that again. Ever.”

Your face flushed hearing him being so assertive, when Jake got this way you could swoon. You smirked and looked up at him. “Why? Does it bother you?”

“Everything you’re doing right now is bothering me,” he got even closer to you, your chest was pushed up against his front. “Trying to scare me off?”

“Is it working?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, you could feel Jake’s breath on your face, furthering the heat rising to your face.

“No.” Jake responded. He pushed you against the elevator mirror, your back hitting the rail. His hands firmly gripped your hips, sure enough to leave a bruise, your breath quickened as he lowered his head and smashed his lips to yours.

You got caught up in an intense moment, your hands went to his hair, pulling him closer as your leg rose to wrap around his waist. You were pushed right up against the mirror as you shared a hungry make out, his tongue fought and won dominance as it explored your mouth. One of his hands moved from your waist and hiked up your thigh and skirt. His finger edged to your panties, and started to slowly circle your clit. You gasped at the sudden pleasure, breaking the kiss. Jake kissed your neck however quickly stopped and moved away once the elevator door opened. You tried to fix yourself up and walk normally to his door, you impatiently waited as Jake opened the door, you could’ve swore he was being slow to tempt you. You walked in first, wasting no time you grabbed his tie, a rare thing to see Jake in and pulled him to you.

His hands met your waist, he smirked. “Eager?”

“Shut up.” You replied.

As you kiss Jake backs you into his room, pulling down your top to reveal your bra and down onto his bed. Using his tie again you pull him on top of you, you remove his tie and make a start at unbuttoning his shirt. His lips meet your neck as he marks you, his hand travels down your body resting in between your legs, he moved your underwear aside and shoves two fingers inside of you. You cry out at the abrupt movement but quickly it turns to an override of pleasure, Jake moves from your neck and watches your face as he roughly fucks you with his fingers, curling them to hit that perfect spot, as if that wasn’t enough he circles his thumb on your clit. The pleasure making your legs shake and vision blur, the sounds coming from your mouth were incoherent, your whole body was trembling in pleasure. The pleasure continuing to build you knew you were close, you felt yourself ignite and be overcome with pleasure but just as you were about to finish he pulled his fingers out.

“Jake-” you whined but was quickly stopped by his fingers going into your mouth. You sucked his fingers, you couldn’t help but heat up at the taste of yourself on his finger. Jake removed his fingers and kissed you hungrily, his hand moving to your breast and rolling your nipple in between his finger over your lacy bra. You pull his shirt off and break the kiss, to mark his collarbone.

“Marking territory?” Jake teased as his hand slipped under your and effortlessly undone your bra. As you pulled your head back he removed your top and bra.

“Seems as if I have to.” You scoffed, Jake grabbed your jaw.

“As I’ve said before I’d never cheat on you.”

You rolled your eyes in response, he let go of your jaw and moved to your ear. “We’re not leaving this bed until you realise it.”

His voice was enough to make you squeeze your thighs together but the words spoken had you stifling a moan. Jake kissed down your neck, you arched your back pushing your body up onto him, desperate for pleasure. You grab his hand and bring it in between your thighs, hoping for pleasure from him.

“What do you want?” Jake asks, his eyes bearing into yours.

“You.” You responded, biting your lip. You could see it in his eyes, he was tempted to take you right there but resisted, much to your dismay.

“Be more specific,” he slowly moved his finger to brush against your clit, you hissed at the sensation.

“I want you to make me cum with your fingers. Then,” you moved your hand into his hair, tugging. “I want you to fuck me.”

“So demanding. Not even a please?”

“Are you going to or not?” You raised an eyebrow, Jake smirked and inserted two fingers into you.

You senses once again filled with pleasure from Jake roughly moving his fingers, you moaned his name feeling the pleasure override you. Your legs trembled as using his thumb he rubbed your clit. A continuous thread of moans left your mouth as you came undone, you vision whitened as you released, your body going into a state of utter bliss. Jake removed his fingers and took your skirt off, your hands made quick work of removing his belt and trousers. You watched eagerly as his cock sprung out with the removal of his boxers.

You moved your hand down to slowly stroke him, he softly groaned in response. You then wrapped your legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders as he slid into you, your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you adjusted to him. Right away Jake began to pound into you, one of his hands held your thigh as the other gripped the headboard making him completely tower over you, you watched his face contorted in pleasure. The room filled with the sound of your bodies joining together and your lustful moans, you knew trying to conceal them wouldn’t work, so you let it happen, not that anyone would complain Jake loved the sound of your moans. Jake fucked you like he’s never done before you wouldnt’ve been surprised if your bodies left a permanent dent into the mattress, that was only furthered when he moved your legs to rest over his shoulders allowing him to go deeper. Your mind became numb with pleasure, the only thing you could focus on was the immense pressure between your thighs.

Jake pushed your chin up to look at him, your eyes were pricking with tears as you got closure to release. “Believe me now?”

“Not quite.” You moaned.

This only fuelled Jake more to the point where the bed was slamming against the wall and tears of pleasure were streaming down your face, you felt the pleasure override you.

“So close.” You moaned.

“Cum for me,” Jake said, his voice dripping with pleasure, that itself sent you over edge.

The euphoric sensation washed over you yet again, your vision blurred as your entire body shook, never had you felt this way before. Jake continued, cashing his own release as you slowly came down from that high, however it wasn’t long until you felt it building up again. Jakes movements got strained as he got closer, again you came and white hot pleasure overcame you. Jake came inside you, moaning into your ear. Slowly he pulled out and lay beside you. You both starred at the ceiling, catching your breath. He turned to you and tucked your hair behind your ear, you couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto your face as you turned to face him too.

“Believe me now?” Jake teased, stroking your cheek.

“I always did I was just in my head, totally worth it though,”

“Totally worth it though; title of your sex tape.”

“Jake.” You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him.

[tpwk-formula1]

lando, gluten free, red sauce, onions, chicken, gouda cheese, mozzarella, pulled pork, kale with a sprite, black tea and green tea with dessert please <3

im imagining reader working for his team and they can't stand each other but always end up in each others beds somehow, he catches her flirting w another guy and although he usually wouldn't care for some reason he gets really jealous and has to remind her he's the only one that can have her ? do w this as you wish hehe

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

gluten-free enemies to lovers red sauce rough sex onions "I saw you being a little slut" chicken "Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" gouda “Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl” mozzarella “All you ever do is bitch and complain, just fucking take it” pulled pork "God, I love when I fuck the attitude out of you" kale "I love knowing I ruined you so good you can only cum when I make you" sprite size kink black tea choking green tea doggy dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Lando x fem! reader

TW - MEAN ASF Lando, crying, choking, 2 ass slaps, creampie, ROUGH sex, honestly just all the warnings :) MDNI 18+

WC 3000+ (sorry I got really into this one!)

Y/N POV

"Lando, you have filming for Quadrant today," I remind Lando softly making him roll his eyes.

"i know my own damn schedule," Lando snapped making me roll my eyes back at him.

"Then why do you need a fucking assistant," I say while throwing my hands up in defeat.

"I don't fucking know. I thought it would be a good idea, instead, I got stuck with you," Lando snapped back making me roll my eyes and get everything together that Lando would need for the Quadrant video.

"I love to see you try and live a week without me hounding on your ass," I snap back while placing Lando's backpack by the front door so he didn't forget it while also getting his lunch together knowing he would leave without eating if I didn't do it.

"I'm a grown man, I can take care of myself," Lando snapped back making me roll my eyes.

"Okay, give me the rest of the week off. I'll be back Monday morning and if you survived then I'll quit no questions asked, but if you don't then you will learn how to respect me and not be an absolute dick to me," I tell him while pulling his food back down onto the counter no longer preparing him food.

"Deal. It's Thursday which means I only have to survive 4 days, I can manage," Lando replied back making me smile and head to the front door to leave.

"Bye, don't be scared to call when you inevitably need help," I say while exiting and heading back to my own apartment.

I spent the rest of my day relaxing and enjoying my time away from Lando knowing tomorrow was gonna be a new day and he was probably gonna call tomorrow when he realized my job wasn't useless like he always liked to claim.

It was Friday at noon and by now I would normally be with Lando planning what his next week would look like but instead, I'm laying out on a yacht with Oscar.

Oscar and I had always been close. We both started the same year and both bonded over being so young working for McLaren and further bonded when I would rant to him about how Lando was treating me.

"Hold on I'm getting a call," I sit up softly picking up my phone to see who was calling.

I showed Oscar the caller ID making both of us smirk and laugh softly.

"Couldn't even go 24 hours," Oscar mutters making me laugh a little harder before I answer the call.

"Why are you with him," Lando seethed the second I answered my phone.

"Oh, quit it Lando. Do you need me or are you just interrupting my weekend off," I snap back at him having no patience for his jealous ass.

"Get your ass back to my apartment," Lando snapped back making me roll my eyes.

"Lando if this isn't for work related issues then I will not be coming over until I am done hanging out with my friend," I reply back emphasizing the word friend.

"Y/N I swear to God if you don't get you ass to my apartment in the next hour you will lose your job," Lando said back.

"And you're gonna tell Zak what exactly? 'I want her removed from my team cause she was hanging out with Oscar and I was a jealous twat who couldn't get my dick wet.' Sounds real mature Lando Norris. I will come over later tonight," I tell him finalizing my plan before hanging up on him before he could say anything else.

"I don't understand why you won't make it official," Oscar says with a raised brow making me raise my brow mirroring his actions.

"He's inmature and doesn't know what he wants," I tell Oscar softly climbing back onto the couch so Oscar and I can continue soaking up the sun.

"I just know he's call Max to use his yacht right now to track your ass down," Oscar says with a smirk making me laugh.

"Probably," I reply honestly.

"You ever gonna put him out of his misery and become his?" Oscar asks making me think hard before answering.

"I don't know. Definitely not until he starts respecting my work," I tell Oscar softly making him nod his head.

"I think that's fair. Maybe this weekend will open his eyes to realize how much you do for him. Going above and beyond what is in your job description," Oscar replies back making me smile, happy he understands.

"Hell, I too wouldn't want to share you if you prepared my lunches, made sure I had time allotted for a break, and spent the night in my bed," Oscar says smirking at the last part making me roll my eyes.

Oscar and I had a teasing relationship closer to siblings than lovers and it was refreshing to be close with someone in this crazy life we both live.

"You're an ass for that, Piastri," I say while laughing softly.

We spent the rest of the afternoon tanning and enjoying each others calm presence before we decided to dock and head back to our individual apartments.

"Better not find out I'm gonna be an uncle in 4 to 6 weeks," Oscar says with a smirk across his face making me roll my eyes and close the door to my apartment while Oscar walks the rest of the way to his.

Lando, Oscar and I all live in the same building making it easy to have group dinners or see each other when we are getting bored or lonely.

I hadn't even been back to my own room for 5 minutes when I hear a pounding on my front door making me roll my eyes knowing it could only be one person making such a scene.

"Open the door," I hear Lando say in a sing-song voice being far more menacing than I would prefer.

"What is your damn problem," I snap when I swing open the door making Lando shove his way through the door before taking my neck into his big hands and squeezing choking me slightly while he pushes me against the door.

"I saw you being a little slut. All cuddled up with Oscar in the middle of the water," Lando says getting closer to my face and showing me just how upset he is.

"You know damn well it's not like that," I snap back getting just as angry at him.

"Do I know that though? Cause between fans spying on yall and your own snap story it looks like you were dressed into next to nothing cuddled right up to Oscar's side," Lando scoffs back squeezing my throat a bit tighter making it more difficult to breathe.

"You're ridiculous you know that," I say while gripping his wrist trying to pry his grip off of me. Lando finally releases my neck but quickly grips my hard into a death grip and yanks me through my apartment where he dumps me near the bed.

I was on the floor when Lando situates me onto my knees before he quickly pulls his pants down with his briefs leaving his hard cock to bounce freely between us.

"Don't make me fucking tell you want to do," Lando snaps when I make no move to take him into my mouth,

"You're pathetic," I mutter softly before I take Lando into my mouth. I knew he heard me when his hands were on the back of my head again pushing his whole length into my throat making me gag and instantly start to tear up.

"I'm fucking pathetic? You're the one crying on my cock less than 10 seconds after giving it to you. Bet your fucking pussy is weeping too," Lando says while holding my head in place and brutally fucking into my mouth making me repetitively take him into my mouth. Once Lando has fucked my face for a few seconds he shoves his whole length into my mouth and holding me on his cock for several seconds making me gag and cry around his cock hitting his hips trying to get away from his brutal attack.

Once Lando pulls out of my mouth I yank my head away best as possible while I gasp and cough for air.

"Not so rough," I whisper softly through my hoarse voice.

Lando just pulls me back onto his cock and starts fucking my face again. Still rough but nowhere near as rough as he had been.

“All you ever do is bitch and complain, just fucking take it,” Lando grunts while still pumping his cock into my mouth. I can feel my tears have completely soaked my cheeks and my own spit in starting to trail down the front of my neck making me look like a proper used-up whore.

"God, I love destroying you," Lando says smirking when he pulled me off his cock leaving me to heave in heavy breaths while he stared down at my ruined face.

"Look most beautiful when you're wrapped around my cock," Lando whispers with a smirk before softly biting my earlobe making me whimper at the feeling.

Lando helps me to my feet where he quickly pulls the swim suit cover I was wear off leaving me in my bikini I had been wearing. I cringed slightly when Lando was eyeing my bikini.

"Turn around," Lando says roughly making me turn in curiousity. When Lando got a view of my ass he instantly slapped it leaving a large hand print behind.

"For someone who says Oscar and you aren't more than friends you're leaving far too little for his imagination. You think sweet little Oscar could destroy your pussy even half as good as me," Lando says stepping closer to my back making me rest softly against him.

"No Lando, only you. You literally fucking ruined me for anyone else," I cry out in confession. It had been true, ever since Lando and I got involved I hadn't been able to finish with anyone but Lando. Even my trusted vibrator was now useless.

"Oh is that true?" Lando says clearly a smirk laced in his voice.

"Yes, I literally can't even make myself cum anyone," I confess in pure annoyance at the situation.

"I love knowing I ruined you so good you can only cum when I make you," Lando says while turning me back around so I can see his face.

"I hate you," I whisper back.

"That's a fucking lie and we both know it," Lando whispered back getting closer to my mouth before finishing his sentence by kissing my lips.

I whimper into the rough kiss when I feel Lando start pulling at the strings of my bikini leaving me completely bare for Lando's rough hands to continue to explore my body.

When I feel Lando's large hands grip my ass I whimper out that quickly turns into a strangled cry when he roughly lands a slap on my ass.

"That side was jealous," Lando says smirking against my lips.

Lando roughly pulls his shirt off leaving him completely naked before he roughly throws me onto the bed where I bounce a couple times before Lando is gripping onto my foot and pulling me into him where he is kneeling on the ground next to the bed.

My pussy was now at face level with Lando who wastes absolutely no time to pull my clit into his mouth and start eating me out like a starved man.

"Oh fuck Lan," I moan softly when I feel Lando slowly slip two fingers into my pussy.

"Fuck, so fucking sweet," Lando groans before standing up and towering over my body and spitting into my mouth making me gasp in shock.

"Fuck I love when you're like this," Lando groans getting back onto his knees and continuing to eat my pussy out like a starved man. When he puts his fingers back into my pussy he's not nearly as gentle this time. He quickly shoves them in finding my G-spot with no trouble and attacking it.

"Oh my god Lando," I scream out and clench around him in preparation for the orgasm I can feel building in the pit of my stomach.

"Please Lan," I moan when I can feel myself on the edge of cumming. But instead of Lando giving me permission like I thought he would he rips his fingers and mouth away ripping my orgasm away with them.

"Lando what the actual fuck," I heave sitting up slightly only to be pushed back down.

"Awe, you thought I'd let you cum that easy?" Lando says with a smirk making me want to slap him across the face. Instead I just clench my hands at my side.

"Lando please," I finally beg out when I calmed down. Lando didn't say anything he just roughly flipped me onto my stomach before he pulled me onto all fours and pushed his dick into me.

Lando gave me no time to adjust, he just quickly started fucking into my tight pussy making me whimper.

"Too big," I gasp when I finally find my voice making Lando speed up his actions on my pussy.

"You can fucking take it," Lando says snapping his hips into mine making me whimper at the hard thrusts.

Lando pulls me up by me hair so he was still fucking into me but my back was now pressed against his chest where he moves his hand from my hair to my neck and giving it a hard squeeze making my eyes tear up again from the choking.

"Close," I gasp in a stranged moan not being able to breathe fully.

"Cum on my cock," Lando roughly states making me instatly start cumming all over his cock.

"Fuck Lando," I moan through my orgasm while Lando squeezes hard on my throat completely cutting my airflow off as I'm cumming only making it that much more intense. When my orgasm ended only then did Lando release my throat making me gasp for air.

"Lando," I scream when he continues to fuck into me as I fall out of his arms and back into doggy position.

"Please Lan, it's too much," I whine losing all fight I once had in my body.

"You can take it, love," Lando tells me softly while slowing his thrusts to let me catch my breath for a second.

"So pretty all fucked out," Lando mumbles before speeding his thrusts up and continuing to fuck into my overused pussy.

"Faster," I beg when I feel another orgasm starting to build up again. This one coming in far faster and stronger than the previous one.

"Cum for me," Lando grunts when he can feel my pussy clenching for another release. I instantly cum all over his cock again barely able to hold my body up anymore. I would have completely fallen into the bed had Lando not been holding me up by the hips.

Lando continues his hard and fast thrusts even after I have come down from my orgasm making me cry out again in overstimulation.

"Slow down," I scream out only making Lando speed up.

“Slow down? You just told me to speed up, make up your mind silly girl,” Lando grunts out before sending one final thrust into my pussy before I feel his hot cum start splashing my walls letting me know Lando was cumming deep into my pussy.

"Oh Lan," I gasp and fall half onto the bed while my legs dangle over the side. When Lando was slipping out of my pussy he made sure to pull out slowly to make sure to not overstimulate me further.

"Don't leave," I gasp when I watch Lando start retreating into the bathroom making him turn around and lock eyes with me.

"I'm gonna leave you. I'm just gonna grab something to clean you up," Lando tells me softly before disappearing into my bathroom and grabbing a rag before coming back into my room and cleaning my sore pussy up softly.

"Hurts Lan," I whine when he brushes against my sensitive clit with the rough rag.

"I'm sorry," Lando mumbles sheepishly.

I feel Lando observing me while I slowly climb into bed properly getting under my covers and pulling my blanket up to my chin as I watch Lando throw on his boxers before picking up his shirt and softly placing it on me.

"Thanks," I reply softly as Lando climbs into the bed next to me.

"God, I love when I fuck the attitude out of you. Now you're sitting here all pretty and blissed out," Lando tells me softly making me smile up at him.

"I don't like the way you dismiss my work," I tell him softly finally opening up about my feelings.

"I could barely survive today, please come to work with me tomorrow," Lando says turning his body towards me so I can look at him.

"Fine, but you better start having some respect for me all the time, not just during post nut clarity," I tell him back making him blush just thinking about what just transpired between us.

"And you owe me a plan B I promised Osc he wouldn't become an uncle in 4 to 6 weeks," I tell Lando making the both of us start laughing.

"Deal, and I promise from now on I promise I'll stop being condescending and undermining you. I realized how much you really do for me. I didn't eat until dinner cause I forgot about a meeting and had no time to grab anything," Lando confesses making me smile and laugh lightly.

"Didn't even realize I was such a pain that you were feeding me too," Lando admits hiding his face in my neck due to embarrassment.

"And I wanna work on us. I wanna build a better friendship between us so one day I can make you mine," Lando says once he pulls his face from my neck.

"I would like that Lando," I admit softly before pulling his face close to mine and giving him a soft kiss.

"I wanna keep doing this though and maybe sometimes not so rough," I tell Lando making him break out into a blushing smile.

"Deal. I would love to spend my time worshipping your body," Lando tells me softly making me turn red.

[orangesaek]

'tattooed on my mind' | Jaehyun

request: "Jaehyun (y/n's unrequited love at first but falls bit by bit for her)"

pairings: tattoo-artist!Jaehyun x afab-lawyer!reader (Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta & Ten cameo)┊genre: slow-burn romance, friends to lovers, some comedy (tried), fluff┊wc: 3.5k┊cw: minimal cursing/swearing

@bluedbliss I might have gotten a bit carried away (hence the wc im sorry) but I hope u like this anw~ tysm for requesting xoxo

a/n: slightly proofread. also, I MISS JAEYONG :((((

Two years ago, you found yourself reluctantly stepping into a tattoo shop, dragged there by your older brother Johnny and his friend Yuta. They promised you something irresistible:

“After the tattoo session, we’ll treat you to the best food ever.”

That was the only reason you agreed to tag along. You had zero interest in tattoos—well, aside from admiring the art from a safe distance.

The air inside smelled like antiseptic. Dark and edgy. 

“Yo, Ten,” Johnny called as you all stepped in.

“Hey,” Ten mumbled from across the room without looking up, hunched over a client’s arm with focused precision.

“Hi to whoever you brought, too.”

“Hi,” you replied, a little amused.

Johnny grinned. “This is my little sister, the lawyer. Finally dragged her out.”

“Cool,” Ten said, still not looking up. “Hi lil sis.”

And then you saw him.

Jaehyun.

Jaehyun looked up from his desk near the window and stood, brushing graphite off his hands. He was wearing a loose, sleeveless black tee that showed off his toned, tattooed arms, his hair tousled like he hadn’t even tried. His dimples made an appearance as he gave you a small smile.

“And this,” Johnny continued, motioning toward Jaehyun and the man beside him, “is Jaehyun and Taeyong. They own this shop with Ten.”

Taeyong gave a slight nod and a friendly smile.

“Hey. You can sit on the couch if you want. There’s also a coffee shop downstairs if you want to grab something to eat.”

Without missing a beat, Ten called out again—still tattooing, not looking up. 

“We’ve got water and instant coffee in the back, and snacks in the cabinet above the fridge. Might wanna grab something now—based on those cursed sketches Johnny and Yuta wanted, you’re gonna be here for a while.”

You chuckled. “I’m okay, thanks,” you said, settling onto the couch.

From your seat, you watched them work. Jaehyun, Taeyong, and Ten moved with smooth confidence, tattoos like murals on skin, faces too perfect.

They should be celebrities, you thought, not tattoo artists. Too handsome to be hidden in a tucked-away studio like this.

Jaehyun was working on Johnny’s forearm, glancing up occasionally to chat, then down again with expert precision. At one point, he looked over at you and flashed another smile, one dimple deepening.

“You look like you're analyzing us like a criminal case,” he said. “Should I be worried you’re building evidence?”

You smirked. “Only if bad puns are a felony.”

He snorted mid-laugh—snorted—and his pen jerked slightly.

“Shit,” he hissed. “Almost ruined the outline.”

Taeyong cracked a smile from where he was prepping Yuta’s arm.

“I told you not to try being funny while tattooing.”

Ten let out a snicker from across the room.

Johnny gave Jaehyun a side-eye.

“If you mess up my tattoo, I’m making you ink a dick on your pretty face.”

Jaehyun tried to hold in another laugh but failed miserably, shaking his head. 

The whole room fell into a lighthearted rhythm after that, and from the couch, you watched it all unfold—your heart doing things it shouldn’t around a guy like him.

Johnny and Yuta loved Jaehyun and Taeyong’s work so much they kept coming back for more tattoos. And somehow, you kept tagging along—on the excuse that the café downstairs had the best iced Americano in Seoul.

They knew exactly why you came.

“Stop pretending you just like coffee,” Yuta teased one day as you sipped your drink while Jaehyun was busy with another customer.

You glared at him. “I’m the only responsible adult here, okay?”

Jaehyun caught your eye and grinned.

“Responsible, huh? I’d say reckless—showing up just for coffee and bad jokes.”

You rolled your eyes but chuckled when he flexed his tattooed arms and winked playfully.

Weeks passed, and you found yourself drawn into their world despite your demanding job. Whenever Johnny said Jaehyun would be around, you’d drop everything and come by.

One evening, Johnny nudged you during dinner.

“You know, everyone in the shop can tell you like Jaehyun. Even Taeyong and Ten are keeping tabs. Yuta knows, too. Obviously.”

You nearly choked on your food. “What? No way.”

Johnny smirked. “Yeah, way. You’re the worst at hiding it.”

You blushed but said nothing. You’d never told Jaehyun how you felt. You were scared it would ruin everything.

One day, while shopping for new office clothes at the mall, you and Jaehyun were walking side by side through the clean, wide hallways—your arm occasionally brushing his as you wandered in and out of stores.

He carried your shopping bags without complaint, even held up a few blouses to your frame while making fake model poses that made you snort.

Then, casually, you brought something up.

“Oh, by the way,” you said as you were flipping through some tailored blazers on a rack.

“A lawyer from SM asked me out yesterday. Said he saw me during trial and it was ‘love at first sight’.”

You didn’t look at Jaehyun when you said it. You weren’t sure why—maybe you were testing something, or just curious.

Jaehyun, who had been scrolling through his phone as he leaned against a pillar, paused. His smile faltered. You caught the flicker in his eyes when he looked up. Something unreadable. Confusion? Unease?

“Really?” His voice was slightly tighter than usual.

“Yeah,” you said, glancing at him from the side, trying to read him. “He seemed nice. Said he’s been seeing me in a few hearings and finally worked up the nerve.”

Jaehyun’s jaw ticked for a second. Then he gave a short laugh, forced.

“Can’t blame him. You’re pretty and amazing.”

Your heart twisted at the words. Sweet and supportive, but the delivery felt off.

There was silence. You were about to move on when he asked, voice low and seemingly offhanded, “So… do you like him?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I’m not sure yet...”

Jaehyun tilted his head slightly, studying you. “He decent?”

“Kinda,” you said, shrugging. “I mean, he’s okay. Perfect hair, polite, driven.”

You weren’t even sure why you were describing the guy that much.

Jaehyun nodded slowly, as if absorbing that.

“Are you thinking about going on a date with him?”

You glanced at him again. His tone was careful. 

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “I’m still thinking about it.”

Jaehyun didn’t respond right away. He shifted his weight slightly, eyes drifting away toward the row of jackets behind you. His lips pressed together.

He told himself he should be happy for you. That’s what friends do, right? Be supportive. 

But instead, something tugged at him.

The idea of someone else getting to listen to your rants after court, getting to see that excited sparkle in your eyes when you talked about winning a case. Someone else making you laugh.

He looked back at you with a faint smile, then tilted his head toward the escalators.

“Anyway, didn’t you say you wanted to check out the stationery shop on the fifth floor? Let's go. Before you fall for Mr. Perfect Hair and decide to ditch your shopping buddy.”

Jaehyun didn’t realize it yet, but that moment would haunt him for weeks. Because that wasn’t the reaction of someone who saw you as “just a friend”.

That was the first time he realized that if he didn’t do something soon, someone else might step in where he had always been too careful to tread.

Someone else might get to call you theirs.

And he didn’t think he could handle that.

The first time Jaehyun came to your office, he unintentionally caused chaos.

He had stopped by your building during one of his free afternoons, dressed casually in a black sleeveless hoodie that showed off his toned, tattoo-covered arms. His hair was pushed back, revealing his sculpted face, sharp jawline, and the ever-dangerous combo—his dimples and a polite smile.

He had walked up to the front desk like he belonged there, asking in that calm, deep voice, “Hi, I’m looking for Attorney L/N’s office? I’m a friend. Just dropping something off.”

The poor intern at the reception nearly dropped her pen.

“Oh—uh, yes! She’s on the 17th floor. You can take the elevator to your left,” she stammered, blinking rapidly as she tried not to stare too hard at his arms or the way his black joggers clung perfectly to his hips.

Jaehyun smiled and thanked them with a slight bow, his dimples making a brief but deadly appearance.

The whispers started as soon as he turned around.

“Oh my god.”

“Who is that?”

“Did we just get a celebrity in the lobby?”

As Jaehyun stepped off the elevator on the 17th floor, more heads turned.

Your colleagues peered through office windows, peeking from behind their cubicles as he walked calmly down the hallway, his boots making light thuds on the polished tile. Even the older colleagues blinked in mild surprise as he passed.

He gave a slight, bashful nod to a few people who were obviously staring and then he stopped outside your door.

Inside, you were busy typing furiously on your computer, deep in edits for an upcoming court document. When you heard a soft knock, you called out automatically, “Come in.”

You didn’t look up until the door creaked open.

And then, “Jaehyun?”

He stepped inside, holding a takeout bag in one hand and two cups of iced Americano in the other. 

“Johnny told me you haven’t eaten yet. Said you texted him you were swamped with that multi-million dollar case.”

Your mouth opened slightly. “He told you that?”

“Yeah, we were texting,” Jaehyun said simply, placing the bag and drinks carefully on the corner of your desk. “So, I figured you might need some fuel.”

You blinked, then stood up and smiled, the surprise giving way to warmth. 

“Thanks… I didn’t even realize how hungry I was.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, dimples peeking again as he gave you a boyish grin. 

“Didn’t want you to faint from hunger while winning your clients’ millions.”

You laughed. “That’s very specific and considerate of you.”

He glanced briefly around your office, eyes scanning the framed degrees and awards on your walls. 

“It’s cool seeing your world. You talk about court all the time, but seeing it like this? I dunno. Makes me proud.”

You paused. That was unexpectedly sweet.

Jaehyun didn’t linger too long. “I’ll let you get back to it. Eat, okay?”

You nodded, walking with him to the elevator.

“Thanks again, really.”

“Anytime,” he said, waving as the doors closed.

The moment you walked back into your office, you were ambushed.

Two of your colleagues nearly tackled you in the hallway.

“WHO was that?” one of them whispered, wide-eyed. “And can you introduce me?”

You laughed nervously, trying to sidestep them.

“He’s just a friend.”

“Oh please,” another snorted. “Friends don’t bring lunch like that with iced Americano and a face that hot. He looked like a heavily tattooed K-pop idol.”

“He’s really just a friend,” you repeated, holding up your hands.

“Then give me his number,” one said boldly. “If you’re not dating him, I wanna take him out.”

You blinked. Then blurted out the first thing that popped into your head. 

“He’s gay.”

“What?” they all said in unison.

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “He just looks like that but totally not into women. That’s why we get along. We talk about boys.”

They stared at you suspiciously.

You gave your best lawyer-face and backed into your office.

“I gotta review this case. Good luck, ladies.”

That wasn’t the last time Jaehyun came.

He started dropping by whenever he had gaps in his schedule—especially after that day. Sometimes, he’d bring hot soup on rainy afternoons. 

When you were in a meeting and didn’t see him, you’d come back to your office and find the food waiting for you, along with those funny little messages that made your heart skip.

“Eat this or I’ll tattoo ‘hangry’ on you myself. – J”

You’d sit down at your desk, smile at his note, and immediately shoot him a text.

“you’re ridiculous but thank you 💛”

He’d reply almost immediately.

“only the best for Seoul’s top lawyer 💅✨ did you eat it or are you suing me for trespassing 👀”

One afternoon, Jaehyun had texted you, asking if you wanted to hang out. Johnny, Taeyong, and Yuta were off hiking somewhere ‘spiritual’, and you were home alone, slowly losing your mind between legal briefs and iced coffee refills.

"Come to the shop," Jaehyun had said. 

"It’s just me and Ten today. He’s my only victim-slash-client. You can study here—it’s quieter than you think. Plus, you get to hear me whine while I work."

So, you brought your notes. Another complicated case waiting to be dissected, and settled into the familiar couch across the room. 

You couldn't help but glance up every now and then, the ink glistening beautifully under the shop lights, and Jaehyun looking much more attractive as he expertly outlined Ten’s arm.

Your eyes took in all of Jaehyun’s visible tattoos and teased, “You're basically art with muscles.”

Jaehyun glanced up, dimples showing.

“And you're basically an encyclopedia with legs.”

You bit back a laugh.

Ten let out a dramatic sigh.

“Can you two stop flirting while I’m trying not to die here? My pain tolerance is not compatible with this rom-com energy.”

Jaehyun snorted, eyes twinkling as he returned to his shading on Ten’s arm. 

“Sorry, bro. She started it.”

You looked back down at your notes, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too hard, when Ten—currently sprawled comfortably in the chair as Jaehyun shaded on his arm—spoke up.

“So,” he began casually, “What’s the update on Mr. Perfect Hair?”

You blinked, caught completely off guard.

“Wait, how do you even know about him?”

Jaehyun visibly froze beside him, the buzzing of the tattoo machine pausing for a second. His shoulders stiffened.

Before Jaehyun could throw a warning glance or say anything, Ten casually replied, “Oh, Jaehyun told me.”

Your eyes slowly shifted to Jaehyun, who was now staring very intently on Ten’s arm—like his life depended on getting that one tiny shadow just right. He didn't meet your gaze. His jaw was clenched slightly, and you could see the tension in his brows. You raised a brow at him before turning back to Ten.

“He still texts me,” you said slowly. “But I haven’t said yes to his date invite yet… I’m not sure what to do.”

Ten hummed thoughtfully and turned his head to look at you. 

“If you’re not sure, I think it’s better to just turn him down now. You don’t want to waste anyone’s time.”

You nodded, unsure. “Yeah, but what if I regret it?”

Ten gave you a knowing look, one Jaehyun purposefully avoided. 

“You would've gone out with him a long time ago if you were really interested. You look like you're already into someone else anyway.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out because that actually made perfect sense. And the moment your eyes involuntarily glanced toward Jaehyun again, who was pretending he was way too focused on blending the shading, you felt your heart sink a little just from the weight of your own realization.

Later that night, after dinner and a little more quiet time at the tattoo shop, you finally sent Mr. Perfect Hair guy a message.

It was kind, honest.

You thanked him for his sweet words, told him you appreciated the gesture, but your heart wasn’t in the right place to start anything with him. 

He responded quickly.

"That’s okay, really. Thanks for being honest. Whoever the guy is that ends up with you… he’s lucky. Good luck."

You smiled softly at the message. And without even thinking, your thumb hovered over another chat—Jaehyun’s. You didn’t type anything yet, but your heart was already miles ahead.

You were hanging out in the tattoo shop again, quietly studying your cases spread out on the table. The faint scent of ink filled the air.

Jaehyun was at his usual spot by the big window, working intently on a sketch for Yuta’s new tattoo. His brows knit together in concentration, every stroke of his pen deliberate and precise.

Every now and then, you’d glance up at him. His muscular, sleeveless arms flexing as he moved, tattoos on his skin looking like they had stories to tell. When he caught your eye, he’d flash that warm smile, dimples deepening, before returning his focus to the sketch.

You felt a quiet comfort in the shared silence, your mind flipping between legal jargon and the mesmerizing sight of Jaehyun so absorbed in his art.

Finally, summoning courage, you broke the silence.

“So... do you think someone like me could ever... get asked out by someone like you?”

You kept your eyes on the table, pretending not to watch his reaction.

Jaehyun paused, then laughed—a deep, genuine laugh that made your heart skip a beat. You looked up quickly, suddenly nervous.

“O-okay,” you said quietly, gathering your things, voice trembling a little, “Sorry. Forget I said anything.”

You stood up, heading for the door, when Jaehyun caught your wrist and suddenly pulled you into a tight hug.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh,” he said softly, his dimples showing as he smiled against your hair.

“I was laughing because... honestly, I can’t believe you beat me to it.”

You froze, heart pounding.

“I was going to ask you out,” he continued, voice soft but sure. “I just needed the right moment.”

You pulled back a little, searching his eyes. “Since when?”

His smile softened.

“Since the first time I saw you walk into the shop. You’re one of a kind—smart, funny, and somehow able to take my world-class jokes without rolling your eyes too hard.”

You laughed softly, the tension melting away.

“But when you told me about that lawyer guy who asked you out...” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Something just... flipped inside me. I realized I didn’t want to be just your tattoo artist friend or shopping buddy or your brother’s friend... I wanted to be part of your life, really part of it.”

Your breath hitched, warmth flooding your chest.

“So, what took you so long?” you asked, voice gentle but teasing.

He grinned, that familiar mischievous spark lighting up his eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask you but you just beat me to it. And honestly? I’m glad you did.”

You smiled, like something long-awaited had finally arrived. Jaehyun pulled you back in for a tighter hug, his arms warm and secure around you as he gently swayed your bodies side to side. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek, his chin resting lightly on your head.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured softly, voice slightly muffled in your hair.

“You walking into the shop that first day? I thought Johnny brought you just to test my self-control.”

You chuckled into his chest. “You almost ruined his tattoo.”

He laughed, the low sound vibrating through your frame. “Because you made me laugh. Still do.”

He leaned back just enough to look at you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“I didn’t think someone like you could really look at someone like me and see beyond the ink or my dumb jokes.”

You reached up, fingertips tracing the curve of his jaw.

“I always saw you. I just thought maybe you didn’t see me like that.”

Jaehyun smiled, dimples deep, eyes soft.

“And I’ve always seen you. I just didn’t want to risk losing you before I was sure.”

His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, and he gave them a small squeeze.

Then, with a teasing grin, he said, “So… what’s gonna happen to that Mr. Perfect Hair guy? The one who fell in love with you at first sight?”

You tilted your head, feigning confusion.

“Mr. Perfect Hair? Hmm. Can’t say I know anyone like that.”

Jaehyun raised a brow, amused.

You bit back a smile, lowering your voice just a little.

“I am waiting for some guy to ask me out, though. Handsome, tattooed, annoyingly good at puns. I heard he might be free this weekend, and lucky me—I don’t have any cases to work on.”

For a second, Jaehyun didn’t move. Then that deep, warm laugh of his escaped as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your nose, dimples flashing.

“Perfect,” he murmured, still smiling. “I think that guy’s been waiting for the weekend, too.”

Weeks later, you were back in the tattoo shop when Jaehyun held out his hand.

On his ring finger was a tiny tattoo—your initials with a small heart.

“Tattoos last forever, right?” he said with that cheesy grin you secretly loved.

“So does my love for you.”

You smirked and pointed at your ring finger.

“Think you could tattoo mine with your initials?”

He leaned in close, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Only if you pay me with a kiss.”

You smiled and kissed him.

And just like that, your unspoken love was inked into reality—permanent, beautiful, and real.

[worstgenerationloser]

,, Who the hell is FireFist?! ''

Synopsis... Unable to resist the temptation of an internet argument, you accidentally end up dooming yourself by responding to "FireFist." Now, he's obsessed with pissing you off.

Warnings... There are crude comments and remarks, profanity, internet harassment, ... Be advised of this as you read!

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Tags: @neospade ; @lilink ; @bluetokie ; @kanekisheart ; @ren-ni ; @hauntedlunaa ; @mylifeisamess ; @euriiverse ; @j014xio ; @fruitncandy ; ; @ally-wow ; @spyderst4r ; @kiberrymatcha ; @valkyrie-8

A/N: I know there was a super long wait but surprise surprise i have gotten rather busy and straight up forgot to post this...

Everyone knows the internet is dreadful at times with differing opinions and hateful comments towards one another, some people trying to turn themselves into the embodiment of peace and happiness on their social media pages despite being the literal incarnation of evil… Now, you won’t try and say you’re all sunshine and rainbows, but maybe you get a little defensive when it comes to the things you like, and that may or may not lead to a few arguments in comment sections. Which is exactly your current predicament.

The notification wall on your phone's lock screen displayed one notification from Instagram. There was no doubt in your head that it was the guy who had become the reason for your most recent internet argument.

FireFist replied to your comment: “ dont care, didnt ask. “

Three tips for dealing with internet trolls, and you managed to break the most important one. Everyone says not to engage but you can’t resist the temptation, and that is a bad habit you’re eager to break; but it can also wait for another year or two. Naturally, your anger gets the best of you over an Instagram comment, and you click on his profile again to see if there’s something to use against him. Unfortunately for you, his account is private, and he has five followers, so there is zero chance of you sneaking in even, on a burner account. Just your luck, you had no fuel for your fire besides the fact that “FireFist” had terrible opinions regarding music, and his username sounded like a shitty porno. Despite that, you began to type away, forgetting whatever it is you were doing to try and come up with a comeback.

You replied to FireFist’s comment: “then why r u still responding lol thats sad.”

Not even a minute later, his reply lit up your phone screen.

FireFist replied to your comment: “i can say the same for you LMAOO u want me so bad!!”

Okay, they are just trying to rile you up. And unfortunately for you it was in fact working alarmingly easily.

You replied to FireFist’s comment: “i wouldnt touch u with a 10ft pole, ur probably infectious”

He replied quickly that time, too.

FireFist replied to your comment: “sounds like u rllyy wanna touch me bcz u keep responding to me… its ok to say u want me”

The asshole twisted your words. Do you get defensive, insult him more, or block him? Blocking people is for pussies, and that definitely makes you a hypocrite because you have blocked so many people you reached the limit more than once, but you feel such intense hatred for this internet stranger today that you don’t want to block them. For a while, you try to figure out what to say back without sounding too offended… Ultimately, it's a losing battle, and you can’t figure out where to go from here. Your heart is racing and you feel anxious but you don’t stop to think about why you’re doing things like this despite the reactions they give you.

Then, your screen lights up again. Moving slow as a snail, your hand shaking from anxiety picks up your phone. Yes, it was who you’d expect.

FireFist replied to your comment: “don't be shy, im open minded ;)”

That sets you off. Really bad. Clenching your jaw uncomfortably tight, your hand clicks on his profile, then the three dots in the corner. There, that bright red text greets you. 

Block.

Are you sure you want to block FireFist? They won’t be able to…

After seeing that text a thousand times over, you just don’t care anymore. You blocked him, and you aren’t expecting anymore of his odd messages anytime soon. Simmering in anger alone in your bedroom, you’re interrupted by a knock on your bedroom door. It’s probably your roommate, Franky. He’s an eccentric guy with electric blue dyed hair that he styles differently every other week, a ridiculous amount of confidence in himself, and that’s not even mentioning his weird obsession with cyborgs. You are sure in another life Franky is living out his cyborg dreams, still having his outbursts of energy.

“Y/N! Wanna come to the pet store with me? I gotta get a new filter for Jinbe!” Franky yells obnoxiously loud through your door. Jinbe, his pet fish who he swears has the spirit of a whale shark, but to be fair, that fish is pretty badass. 

“Sure! Let me get dressed!” You yell back, tumbling out of bed towards your dresser. Your phone can wait! All you need now is to throw on a little something that won’t make you look like you have a bleak life.

“Hm? Were you cooking? The smoke alarm is going off!” Nonchalant as ever, Franky gently pushes open your bedroom door. Wait, why is he holding Jinbe’s tank in his hands? Disregarding his question you stupidly focus on the most irrelevant thing, before your eyes widen in shock. Without an utterance of any words, a string of noises escapes your mouth.You throw yourself out the door, dashing towards the kitchen. Okay, fixing your temper is now number one on the bucket-list, if it allows you to make a mistake this big then maybe it’s a problem.

And with that, you manage to subject yourself to a few months of signature Franky-style teasing. The whole situation is so absurd, even you have trouble trying to wrap your head around why you got so worked up… Looking over at your roommate on the couch next to you, something tells you that he's about to offer some clarity.

“Y’know… You spend a little too much time online. Seriously, you have no idea how many angry DM’s I get from people you argued with in a comment section or whatever. Kinda tiring.”

Franky blurted out loud, cleaning the salt from his chips off of his fingers with an obnoxious sucking noise as the loud crack of a can of cola follows along. It had become a sort of biweekly tradition for you and Franky to sit on the couch and put on some sketchy movies which if the law asks, you legally acquired. Despite him having literally no reason to, he took you in when reality hit you right in your soul upon moving to this town; Franky even invites you places and offers to buy you things when you’re short on cash. He does still annoy you, but it’s in more of an older brother way instead of the way a regular old roommate would.

“There’s no room for you to critique me. I haven’t seen you drink a drop of water since we started living together four years ago.” A rather extensive sigh highlights your softened speaking voice, though only Franky picks up the dash of sarcasm found in your words. He always ends up parroting words and promises you utter to yourself, it’s annoying but you guess he’s just gotten to know you excessively well. You don’t really like being told what to do anyways.

“Hey! That’s a completely separate matter! I am my own person. But–...” Tapping his chin, Franky licks salt from the corner of his mouth after he trails off for a moment. The blue light from the T.V screen makes his hair look luminescent in a silly way and that’s all you can focus on.

“I have seniority over you. I showed you the not-so-local scene, hidden gems, and I let you stay with me dirt cheap! I also know that I’m practically your only friend. Maybe listen a little, because sometimes I worry about you like my own family.” 

Well, he’s got you there. You have definitely neglected your social life— yourself in general. After turning eighteen you bought a lottery ticket, won a decently sized prize; realized that you didn’t wanna live with your parents forever— and following the scent of freedom you landed yourself in this stupid town with a significantly less amount of money, and barely a plan. Eighteen is still very much teenaged, so you thought you would maybe be able to work things out after only having maybe $400 left and the brand-new car you got with your lottery money… No apartment lined up, not thinking of the fact you would have to buy furniture or get a job, just living off the adrenaline rush that came with a change of scenery. It’ll be four years since you moved here in a month or two, and sometimes your life feels just as messy at times.

Looking over at Franky you feel eternally grateful, he would laugh if you ever told him something like that to his face, so you keep emotional words to yourself. With a permissive nod, Franky settles back onto the couch and stares right at you.

“I know you're technically an adult, but I can't forget the eighteen-year-old girl I saw sulking in the streets. It's fine if you wanna be introverted, but you don't go outside if you aren't shopping or going places with me. Plus, being angry at internet strangers is terrible for your mental health. I’m not super into these corny talks, just try and do something without being mad all the time. Start a blog, take up video gaming, things like that.”

Franky leaves you with his words of rare wisdom, he turns the volume up on TV without looking back in your direction. Taking his advice into consideration, you tune out the noises coming from the television and start reevaluating the choices that have led you to this point. 

Pros; you got Franky and a cheap place to stay that isn't a total shit hole.

And the cons… It's best if you ignore them for now, you'll end up on a downward spiral, and not the good Nine Inch Nails album kind of downward spiral.

There's barely any luck when you try to make small talk with the cashier at your local supermarket, and online 90% of the time whenever you voice your opinions it makes somebody angry— the other 10% is when you're upset with someone else's opinion... When you put things like that you start to wonder if you're the problem. Socializing without Franky would be the first step towards becoming a better you! Starting off small is the key to success in your case.

“Okay, now let's just relax and forget all about my blog. Gotta wait for some likes… But I guess here they're called hits.”

Closing your laptop, you sit back in bed. There's an odd rush of adrenaline running through your veins, something's telling you that this is going to be a success. Here you're going to make some cool mutuals, engage in friendly conversation, and hopefully if someone thinks highly enough of you— you’ll get yourself a fan. That's wishful thinking, though. If things go sour you have to abandon this platform forever. The moment you get comfortable and reach for your phone, a soft knock sounds at your door, and you already know it's one of the only people you maintain a relationship with and live with.

“Y/N? Just wanted to make sure I didn't overstep earlier. I know you've never had an issue with it before, but I tend to overthink. You also know that. Tell me you aren't upset so I can post Jinbe on my story with a clear mind.”

Without even seeing him, you can tell by his voice that he's got his face pressed against your door. 

“I’m not!” You shout aloud, getting back into a comfortable position.

“Are you sure?”

“...I’m sure.”

“Okay, but are you sure that you're sure?”

“Rest assured I’m not upset with you in any way or manner, Franky.”

“...Alright, but are you confident?”

He's doing the thing again. Angrily, you walk towards your door and fling it open— but Franky is already scurrying to his room, giggling along the way. His joy is infectious, and you forget about your worries and previous annoyances. Today was productive enough in your book; Franky made some burgers on the grill earlier and invited a few of his more sociable and interesting friends, mentioning how bummed he was that some girl… Whatever her name was, couldn't come over. Even if they weren't there for you it was still nice to have a few laughs with new faces. Then you got in some sun and just let your thoughts drift away; until the creation of your blog, which is still in the densely populated space of your brain.

You forgot all about it until you were dressed up the next morning, scurrying to open your laptop in a daze. More anxious than ever, the color blue highlighting the numbers over your notification's inbox reading “99+” damn near killed you. You move your mouse over to your profile picture in the corner, and check out your post, a simple photo of your outfit with less accessories than usual.

800 hits total. 12 comments. 46 reposts. And your post was added to a few collections, you'd say maybe 20 people did so. That leaves 722 likes. 

Something tells you to check the comments, and after skimming through them, you're comforted when you see nothing negative. You felt comfortable saying this since he hopefully wasn't omniscient, but you're glad you didn't see that FireFist dude in your notifications. Honestly you can't even explain to yourself why he came up just now, but he did. He pissed you off a great deal, so it's valid you're still thinking of him. The positive comments distract you more than that asshole does, though. Starting from the top you begin to read.

NamiLuvsMoney: “def not my style but super cute <3”

When you checked her profile, you saw that she seemed to have amassed a large fan base doing the same as you. That wasn't even mentioning how beautiful she was in her profile picture, so much so that you followed her immediately after verifying it was really her of course. Your eyes move on to the next comment.

SuuperCyborg: “i need my belt back”

It's Franky, you nearly forgot you gave him your blog handle. He doesn't post much but he has an introduction on his page, you follow him after giggling at the familiar profile picture which was the same on each social media page of his. It was the one a show photographer took of him spraying cola everywhere with his hair in a huge Mohawk, there's a few of his friends whom you barely remember holding him up and laughing. It makes you want to go to a punk show with him.

The next comment is just a thumbs up emoji, and the person who commented has no profile picture set. Checking their profile, they only seem to repost historical things. You block them under the assumption bot interactions will mess with your blog's engagement, you did so well on this first post, and you don't wanna ruin that. Goodbye to the blog titled “Bookmark”, it's a stupid name for a blog but FireFist is worse. 

SaDbo: “this outfit reminds me of my little brothers friend. he's pretty kickass and I kinda want his closet, but his eyes are intimidating sometimes. i think you wear it better 👀”

Oh, you've made it. After scanning his profile obsessively, your ego experiences a massive increase. This hottie complimented your outfit. This gorgeous blonde man? Stay calm, racing heart. When you dig a little more you see that he reposts a bit of everything, and you find yourself a little curious about him. Any sane person would follow him. Anybody. Franky would give you a round of applause right about now.

The page suddenly refreshes on its own, and there you see it now placed at the top of the column of comments.

FireFist: “i see you!"

FireFist: “did ya miss me?”

His comments were immediately deleted, but apparently this website didn't allow you to block people on new accounts, so you decided to send this guy a DM in hopes of maybe getting him to fuck off. Preparing an angry DM you try not to sound too aggressive to risk your following of 78 people, which is still pretty impressive if you do say so yourself. Enough about you, more about your aggressor.

“this is really creepy of you to do”

On the other side of the screen, you like to think this guy is old and greasy, maybe even divorced or something. Again, his profile is bare. Nothing at all, just a black profile picture.

“you're the one playing hard to get babe”

His response came quickly, like he was waiting for you to message him. When you read his message and see he called you “babe” that makes you think it would be for the best if he wasn't an old man. This wasn't your first time being harassed online, but this was the first time someone found an account with an entirely different email address linked to it, not to mention there was no indication that it was you. Every other profile is bare, besides your close friends' stories.

“youre harassing me???? on the internet? do you have any hobbies?  no sane person has this much free time”

“how did you even find me, my user is completely different” This bizarre situation is gonna leave you with long lasting paranoia regarding social media. Three dots pop up and fade in and out in the bottom corner of your chat, showing that FireFist is now typing.

“yah i knew you would have a fuckass handle like this bcz wtf does this even mean”

Is your handle really that cringe? The essence of social media is that you can do things with less cares than usual, so you begin to think letting your imagination run wild and ironically choosing your username was a mistake. Does everyone know its satirical?

“youre one to talk, FireFist”

Another message of yours trails behind. The typing begins, but then it stops. And it doesn't pick back up after that. You refresh the page over and over whilst not even blinking, itching for a response so you can say something else without seeming obsessed— but it never comes. Guess that's the end of it. 

At least that's what you thought at the time. Fifteen minutes later is when it happened.

“Y/N! Who the hell is FireFist?!” Franky’s yelling is close, and then your door swings open with such force, the brass doorknob comes crashing into your drywall at record speeds. When the door lightly swings back and forth and lets out of the wall, there's a circular hole from where the doorknob made contact.Damn this shitty house and its fragile walls. To make matters worse; when you look up at Franky he seems angry.

“Shit. Did he do something?” Your anxiety is killing you to the point you barely manage to speak to Franky. Is it wrong to think that this is kind of scary? It's just some dude online, but he's everywhere now. That means the chances of seeing him in real life are slim… You think.

“Something? Did he do something?” Franky hangs his head, his hand gripping the side of the door while he seethes in his anger.

“He trashed my base in Cyborg Utopia! Uh, why are you so nervous anyways?” Then comes Franky’s dramatic outburst, and suddenly the tension in the air dissipates a bit. But you can't shake the feeling that this isn't the last instance of him popping up places.

“Huh? Oh, well— er…”

Maybe you shouldn't worry Franky. He would probably end up embarrassing you by making a few thousand angry posts about him if you told him you had a new internet… Stalker? FireFist falls into that category you suppose. You choose to keep quiet about it all. Franky looks at you expectantly, but you just shake your head. Don't worry about it. His eyes betray him and showcase his momentary worry as he walks away, shutting your door softly.

Wait a second.

“Hey! My wall, asshole!” You scream and stand up, shouting closer to the door so Franky could hear you a little louder.

“Not my problem!”  Franky yells back even louder than you.  The slamming of the front door is heard all the way from your room, followed by the sound of your roommates' noisy, beat up motorcycle speeding off. It's almost twelve in the morning, and he's off again.

Fuck, the week isn't even over. A stalker, a hole in your wall, and an odd sense of loneliness. You do still need friends, after all.

[nightlyrequiem]

Valeria Garza X reader mutual masturbation 👀 maybe it turns into the reader and Valeria scissoring really hard with one another until they squirt idkkkk

Hiding behind anon because im a pussy LMAOAOAO (I am over the age of 18 though ^^ /gen)

You're so real for this, anon. (I'd also hide behind Anon, can't be caught lacking.)

I did some research for this one (Thank you twitter.) I've wrote smut before but there's only so much I can do when I've never experienced it myself #maidenlessloser

Hopefully that means the scissoring part was written well.

Tags/Warning: Pure Filthy Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Scissoring, Squirting, No Plot At All, LESBIAN SEX!!!!

Quid Pro Quo

'You owe me.' those were the words muttered after Valeria lent you money to pay off your debt to different loan sharks. You didn't ask her for the money and you're not sure how she knew about your debt. You were hesitant in accepting her money because then you're just in debt to her. The loan sharks were starting to get inpatient and that was a health hazard. You thought she'd ask you to pay her back or do a bunch of neck breaking tasks. That's not what she wanted.

"What?" You ask, wondering if you heard her right. She stares at you from under hooded eyes across from you. Leaning back in her chair with her legs spread.

"I said, I want you to touch yourself for me." She enunciates slowly, like she thinks you're stupid.

Your face heats. "Like masturbation?" You ask carefully.

Valeria rolls her eyes, ringed fingers tapping the wooden table impatiently. "Is there another way to interpret 'I want you to touch yourself for me' that I am not aware of?"

You sit stiffly with your hands politely folded in your lap.

"You want me to masturbate in front of you."

"Yes." She says with exasperation.

You furrow your brows at her, trying to come up with a reason as to why she'd want that. Your mind blanks. "Why?"

Valeria leans forward, eyes locked on yours. "Because I want you humiliated and leaking all over my desk."

Her words are brash and to the point. Sending heat across your face and to your lower regions.

"Right now?" You ask quietly. Looking around. The door behind you is closed but not locked. You picture yourself with your fingers deep inside of you, Valeria sitting there still as a statue, and someone barging in.

"Yes, now." Valeria says. "Take off your pants."

"... Will you kill me if I refuse?" You ask nervosuly.

Valeria's lips curl in disgust. "Killing someone for rejecting my advances is beneath me. I'll just have you fired."

That's not very ideal either but it does give you a choice. 

Do you really care about your job enough to degrade yourself like this? You let your eyes wander over her toned and tattooed forearms, over the swell of her chest under that gray tank top. She's an evil bitch. An evil bitch coercing you into doing a sexual favour for her. It feels erotic in nature, as much as you hate to feel that way. Were you not attracted to her you'd say no and look for another job. 

"Well?" Valeria raises a brow.

"Okay." You mutter reluctantly. Valeria's lips curl into a small smirk. She gestures for you to take a seat on her desk.

You hesitate before climbing up onto your knees and sitting. You wait for further instruction, but Valeria just stubbornly stares at you. You sigh and lean back, fumbling with your pants before sliding them off, not bothering to make it look nice. You're already giving her a show after all. You let them fall to the ground and begin to work on your underwear next.

"Slower." Valeria barks.

you swallow back an angry reply, slowing your movements. You peel your panties away from your body, embarrassed by the way they stick to your folds. You're surprised by how wet you already are. And a little ashamed.

You carefully set down your panties next you and spread your legs. Too aware of how visible you are. You feel a twinge of insecurity. You've had partners in the past, but not once have you been this exposed or scrutinized. You slowly trail your hand over your stomach. Slowly you push your fingers through your wet folds, gathering up slick onto your fingers. You prod around your entrance before rubbing circles around your clit.

Valeria makes no noise. Just sits there and watches. Honestly, her insulting you would make this experience less uncomfortable than her stony silence. You rub a little harder, hitting an angle that makes you arch your back with a gasp. Your fingers trail down once more, and you slip one inside of you experimentally. It slides in with ease and you slowly pump it inside of you.

Rusling fabric reaches your ears, and you tilt your head to see what it is. Just in time to watch Valeria discard her pants. You go still when you see her slip her hand beneath the elastic band of her panties. She meets your gaze with a scowl.

"I didn't say you could stop."

Quickly you resume. Valeria's heavy breathing sends heat through you, making your walls flutter with excitement. You moan a little louder, exaggerating it just a little for her. You buck against your own hand after adding a second finger. Sqeezing and pulling them deeper into your wetness.

Valeria matches your pace. Swiftly pounding into her cunt with her own fingers. Soaking her panties and the chair from the sight of you spread open on her desk. She can see the cloudy liquid of your arousal leaking around your fingers. Slowly dripping down onto the desk and collecting into a small puddle.

she curls her fingers, seeking that spot inside of her that makes her vision blur. Your moaning makes her inner walls pulse. Throbbing out with need. She stops, unable to take it anymore. Valeria wasn't planning on touching you, but she can't control herself. She stands and grabs you, forcing you onto your stomach. You blink in surprise, hand retreating from your pussy. She clumsily peels off her underwear and lifts one of your legs onto the desk, taking in the sight of your raw, puffy cunt.

Without hesitating she slots herself against you, sliding her folds into yours roughly. You gasp and whine, not complaining at all about the turn of events. This wasn't a part of the deal, but you don't care. Not while she's grinding into you and moaning in your ear. Her pace is fast and rough. Her hands grip onto your hips, aiding in her task. Your pussy throbs and weeps. Thick arousal leaking from you and dripping down your thigh, wetting her mound. she slams herself into you, grunting and panting. The loud slap of skin on skin almost drowns her out. Valeria reaches up and squeezes her breast painfully, adding to the stimulation. Something inside of you snaps. The pleasure and sensation becoming too much. You feel wetness rushing out of you. Each pulse sending more of it to the ground. You hear it audibly splash.

Valeria groans. Feeling it hit her legs. She trembles and sobs, feeling her own dam break. she doesn't stop or slow as she releases. Liquid squirts from her hole, soaking her legs and the floor, accumulates in her folds. she's left recklessly humping on you while the both of you cum. Making a mixed mess of arousal. Her legs shake and she finally falls still. Leaning on top of you, crushing you to the desk. Both you and Valeria can smell the aftermath. Covering your legs and the floor. Her warm breath hits your shoulder blade as the both of you catch your breath. She slowly pulls off you, the space between her thighs wet and slippery.

Your ass is left hanging off the desk, the consequences of your copulation running down your legs. She spreads you, watching your empty hole glisten and flutter.

"Consider your debt repaid." She says.

Your leg twitches. You're too fucked out to form a response. you think you may need to borrow money from her again sometime soon.

[soggyriceee]

ok ok there's probably already a fic about this?? but I haven't read any or saw one so like what iff A König x reader where readers been secretly studying german just for Him and he thinks they can't understand a thing so he switches with his native language whenever he feels flustered about them,, then one day reader just replied back in German too akckskcjs🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

teach me | Konig

warnings: female!reader, strong language, fingering, oral(m receiving), unprotected p in v, German but most likely broken German lol, this gave me subby Konig so..

summary: request

I just wanna say anyone who has requested, I've already started them and am gonna try to push them out as soon as possible :))

"Erdbeere" you called back to your phone. the ding sound confirmed you were right, causing a smile to spread on your face. just as you were about to press the green next button, the door swung open swiftly, pointing out your giant of a boyfriend Konig. "hello maus." he smiled, at you, kicking his boots off.

shoving your phone between the couch cushion, you smile over to him. "hi baby. I missed you." you replied, moving into a 'criss cross' position. he shuffled over to you, groaning deeply as he sat on the couch. "tired?" you asked, tilting your head to look at his tired state. he hummed, closing his eyes.

"very. I need a shower but.. wanted to see meine Prinzessin." he answered, opening his eyes to give you a small smile. you blushed, your mind quick to understand what he said.

for months you had been studying German for Konig. partially for him, but also because it's always good to know another language. you had always been one for studying new languages, you had no clue why it took you so long to get to German. you could say that now, you really had a reason.

Konig had wanted you to learn German for a while now too. but you chose not to tell him. you wanted to wait until the perfect moment to talk to him in a fluent sentence. he always expressed how important it is to him that your kids speak German. and how could you say no to the man who gives you everything you want?

"awh, im honored." you giggled, shifting to sit on his lap. an innocent move, of course. his eyes opened, head tilting to look at you. "maus?" you looked at him, an innocent smile on your lips. "what? just wanna be closer.." you smiled, scooting closer onto him. he sucked in a breath, watching you timidly.

"hmm.." he hummed, placing his hands on your thighs. "you know I get so nervous and.. hard when you're on me like this? is that what you're trying to do?" he asked, his thumbs rubbing circles on your thighs. "hmm more like I wanna tease you. don't have to try if your already rock hard." you smirked, grinding down on his hard on. immediately his cheeks turned a bright pink, his head falling. "Du machst mich so nervös, meine Liebe- you make me so nervous my love"

watching as his cheeks turned so bright, and the smile on his lips made your pussy flutter. you lifted his head gently, leaning in to place your lips on his neck. you sucked at his skin gently, soft moans, more like sighs, leaving Konig. his hands moved slowly up your thighs to your hips, grinding you into him. "mm.. getting desperate?" you joke, pulling away from his freshly decorated neck.

he nodded slow, looking into your eyes. "missed you all day.. Ich brauche dich so sehr- I need you so bad." he whimpered, his hands continuing to move your hips in his lap. you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Dann lass mich auf dich aufpassen- then let me take care of you." you whispered.

Konig's eyes grew wide, a smile creeping onto his face. "w-what did you say?" he asked, his cheeks turning bright pink. a chuckle couldnt help but leave your mouth as you wiggled in his lap, an amusing smile on your lips. "I've been practicing." you responded, your fingers trailing down his chest.

Konig couldn't help the boner that grew in his pants. the sound of your voice alone made this man rock, so you speaking his native language only made your voice that much more sexy to him.

your fingers reached the waist band of his pants, your fingers looping under the hem and tugging them gently. you felt his hard on press right against your thigh, making your hips grind against him gently. you smiled up at him before scooting off and onto your knees in front of him, dragging his pants down with you. you watched at his member sprung up, the tip red with pearls or pre cum at the tip.

"so hard.. just from me speaking German hm?" you said, taking both your hands to his length, moving them up and down slowly, squeezing it every so often. he let out a shake breath, readjusting himself on the couch. "y-yes engel.. just for you." he breathed out, bucking his hips in hopes you'd get the hint to move your hand faster.

he had a long day, very tired man. so of course you obliged, happy that you were finally able to be in control for once. well not for one. but its been quite some time. "bet you want more than this huh?" you teased, leaning in closer to his cock, your lips dragging up what your hands did not reach. he mumbled a small 'fuck' his eyes remaining on yours the whole time.

"yes.. bitte nicht necken." he begged. please don't tease, is what you understood. it made your cunt clench, hearing him beg for you in German. you both never had spoken in German. especially not during sex. you liked understanding the praises or even degrading things he had to tell you. the only time he ever really spoke German during sex was when he was cumming or overstimulated.

your lips found the tip of him, your hands slowing down and moving mainly at the base. your tongue circled around his head, earning a distressed whimper from him. "p-please engel". your eyes looked up to meet his as your mouth expanded around the thickness of him, his mouth opening ajar, and from it, a shaky breath. "y-yea just like.. that." he moaned, his hand quick to find the back of your head.

he set a pace for himself, assuming you'd follow along with it. which of course, you did. your hand dragged behind your mouth, your palm quickly becoming wet with your own saliva. your eyes remained on his, the eye contact making your pussy throb painfully in your undies.

"so good.. Fühlt sich so verdammt gut an." feels so good, he said. his head fell back, your eyes making him dangerously close. and he didnt want to cum too fast. not now. effortlessly his hand moved your head up and down his shaft, occasionally holding your head down when he would thrust his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

tears ran down your face as the lack of air caught up to you, your hands now finding their way to his knees to keep yourself from tipping over. you could feel the pre cum coat your tongue and the back of your throat, motivation for you to keep going. "so close engel.. mach weiter, einfach so." he'd whine. of course you'd keep going, why would you stop.

his head moved up from the couch, looking down to meet your pink cheeks and teary eyes. saliva coated hour lips, rolling down your chin too. your eyes were closed, almost as if you were at peace with him in your mouth. "oh..fuck." he moaned, his other hand gripping the end of the couch.

your eyes shot open once his hips began to fuck up into you, the grip on your hair tightening. he was so desperate, he couldn't help but hold your head still and fuck up into your wet cavern. with your hands on his knees you felt him begin to shake slightly, his whimpers another sign of how close he really was. you looked up into his eyes, wet sounds and small gags filling the room aside his whimpers.

and thats all he needed to cum. your pretty eyes looking up at his, taking every inch of his cock down your throat. "o-oh ..nimm es... nimm alles für mich". and that you did. you took every last drop of cum that shot from him, swallowing around him. his head tossed back as his back arched up from the couch, legs shaking on either side of you as he slowly thrusted in and out of your wet mouth.

you stayed like that for a while, watching as his body relaxed and slumped on the couch. satisfied, you puled him out your mouth, saliva and cum drooling down your face and his cock to his balls. the sight was filthy. you looked up at him, watching as his eyes slowly opened and closed. he was so tired and worn out. perfect.

you crawled onto his lap, taking his semi hard member into your hand. his eyes peeled open, looking up into yours. "I need my own release too no?" you smiled, pulling your panties to the side as you aligned yourself at his tip. "l-libe hold on please I- oh fuck." he count finish his sentence before you sunk down onto him, stopping halfway to get used to the stretch.

you had no intentions of being patient with him. you slid the rest of himself inside of you, a small smile on your face as you looked at him. just from that alone, how warm and wet your pussy was he was ready to cum again. your hands made their way to his chest, your knees pressing on either side of his thighs as you lifted yourself up, plopping back down.

your mouth fell open, feeling him hit the deepest part inside of you. Konigs hands were quick to make their way to your hips, his head pressed into your neck. "So groß. Ich glaube nicht, dass ich es ertragen kann". you whimpered, moving back up him and plopping back down. he loved hearing how big he was, how you didnt think you could take him. he loved how small you were compared to him, it was one of his biggest turn ons.

you eventually picked up the pace, watching as his body pressed tighter against you. "slow down please libe.. d-don't wanna cum yet." he whimpered, trying to pin your hips down. but your hands found his, moving them away and to the side of him. you knew he could completely power over you right now. and he knew it too. but he wasn't going to. he loved submitting to you. he loved when you took over his body for him. he loved when you were so careless with him.

your head fell back, allowing you to hear just how wet your pussy was when it moved up and down him. you clenched around his cock, emitting yet another pathetic whimper from him. "K-Koni~" you'd moan out, looking back at his face. his eyes were rolled back, mouth ajar as pathetic little whimpers left his lips. the sight yet again made you clench around his girth, his hips bucking up helplessly. "g-getting close engel.. so close." he whimpered, looking into your eyes.

you leaned down, pressing your still wet lips to his. your hips never stopped the pace they were at, despite the burning feeling that took over your legs. you were too cock drunk and he was too pussy drunk for you to give up. "Ich will, dass du so tief in mir abspritzt. Kannst du das?" you whispered against his lips, pulling his bottom one gently.

Konig couldnt even respond with a 'yes, ill cum inside you baby' before he ..came inside you, crying out desperately as his hips bucked up into you. it definitely through you off guard, not realizing how much your words truly turned this man on. and it threw him off guard even more. but it was a good feeling, and it was definitely the hottest thing ever for you.

you watched as his body shook and twitched with each bounce you gave, only getting closer and closer to your high. Konig lifelessly moved to rub your clit, his head in your neck as he whimpered the most desperate pleas into you. "please cum around my cock.. n-need to feel you cum around me." he whimpered, thrusting up into you.

your stomach began to twist with pleasure, feeling his tip hit right at your womb. his cum ran between your legs, coating them. "K-Koni i.. im gonna cum.. oh God." your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into you as your cum coated his cock, your back arching against him. his thumb continued to rub on your clit, his hips slowly thrusting up into you.

panting, you pulled away from him, pushing his body away from you. as if he was dead, he laid against the back of the couch, looking up at you. his forehead was covered in sweat, lips parted as he took long, slow breaths. "how.. long have you been learning?" he breathed out, keeping his thumb pressed against your clit. you smiled, leaning against his chest.

"almost a year now. I wanted to surprise you in a more romantic way but.. I couldn't help it." you admitted, closing your eyes to the sound of his heartbeat.

you both remained like this for a good half hour, listening to each others breathing. is hands ran up and down your back, his dick softening inside you. "shall we go shower?" he eventually asked, looking at his watch. you sat up, smiling to him. "Ja." you responded.

[danvazini]

“you didn’t sleep again?” the red haired girl asked, “you didn’t eat again?” the brunette asked back. — meret manon x lara raj

cw ; angsty fluff, heavy topics (depression, struggles with mental health, feeling alone etc), established relationship (girlfriends), comforting, crying moments but not too many, physical affection (hugging, kissing, hand holding), manon lets lara cry on her shoulder at one point, lara wipes manon's tears at another, mentions of a eating disorder, kinda includes all of the girls, etc maybe

syponosis ; it's been no secret that the girls in katseye have suffered endlessly ever since the release of popstar academy, but even once th other members hate began to slow down it only picked up for manon and lara.

wc ; well over 1.5k

an - i want to first say this again, this story contains a lot of heavy topics if you cant handle that please take care of yourself and i’ll see you on my next update. this story is complete fiction, minus what can be proven as true. majority of this can genuinely take place but we don’t know that for sure if any of these have actually with these girls in specific. p.s not proofread bc im writing this at like 3am ntfm

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it was 3:45 am, lara was still up on her phone, scrolling away on social media. she was laying in a fetal position due to how sick she felt, her stomach turned as she read comment after comment about herself. they were everything far from joyful comments, ever since geffen released their documentary the girls have been tormented by the media.

normally, lara wouldn't bother herself with reading every single comment, but on all of her social media that's all she'd see or someone calling her racial slurs or anything under that form of disrespect. lara didn't understand why, it had been so long since that recording, she was closer with everyone now, why was she getting so much hate for a small comment she made about her member, manon?

@larrarajj : are you awake? sent at 4:00 am. the redhead didn't know what to do, megan was asleep and it was too early in the morning for her to put anything on to distract herself, no matter what h tried all she could think about was those comments. lara got easily overwhelmed, unsure what to do with herself or anything.

she felt her heart getting heavy, as her eyes began to well with tears when her phone finally chimed.

@manonmeret : yeah, i am. sent at 4:05 am it was a text from manon, lara knew of her habit of almost never sleeping, espcially due to this endless stress they've been under, not ever given the chance to enjoy being ‘katseye’ because everytime they just breathe, they're getting ridiculed.

@larrarajj : can i come see you? - lara really didn't know what to do with herself at this moment, she felt so anxious it made her uncomfortable. she waited for manon's texts, seeing the bubbles pop up but disappear, then a knock was at her door.

she got off her bed and opened it, seeing manon in her comfort hat and a oversized t-shirt along with shorts. lara couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but her voice spoke enough that she had been crying. lara brought the older inside of her room, and hugged her.

manon could feel lara begin to break down in her arms, manon held her as tigh as she could, rubbing her back, "get it out, it's okay.." manon comforted the girl, it was heartbreaking watching lara suffer the way she was.

lara wouldn't ever talk about how she felt, she would always just isolate, or handle it herself, she'd never ask for help, which affected her girlfriend really bad because she'd always be available to assist lara, however she needed it.

anytime she'd ask if lara was okay, she'd just reply "oh i'm fine" but manon could see her about to break down, she'd bite her lip majority of the time or just nod because she could feel herself about to lose it. lara had her reasons, because yeah what she was getting was terrible, but she also got ahold of what was being said about the other girs, and those really messed her up.

when she did see happy comments about her and the girls, it'd only be about five of them, never including manon because everyone would berate her name ad drag it through the mud like she was nothing, lara wanted to speak out about it so bad, but she couldn't.

it made her feel so guilty, watching manon go through it every single day. as mentioned before, manon stopped sleeping. she was never calm enough to be able to sleep, she always felt so on edge that it fucked with her. manon started spending more money on energy drinks, catching the attention of the other girls.

sophia stopped her one day, seeing the stuff she had bought, asking why did she need so may. manon couldn't lie and say school, her and sophia graduated the same year, she would lie and say practice, or she was buying them for daniela too.

it wasn't like daniea didn't know of manon's habit, she roomed wth her, so obviously she knew. it really concerned daniela, so she began sleeping beside manon or letting manon lay in her bed so she could get a litte bit of sleep but as it got worse, not even that would help her.

manon would be up for hours, just writing in her journal. it wouldn't ever be something specfic, but as you read, you can her spiral mentally. infront of a camera, and seeig her laugh and smile you wouldn't ever guess that this is what she was going through.

lara lifted her head off of manon shoulder, manon just looked ather, with a frown but smile on her face, she looked reassuring, saying to her girlfriend, "you know, it's okay to get it out. we all need to talk to somene about what we're struggiling with." maon said, rubbing her girlfiends's back while she held her hands.

the pair was sitting on the bdnow, lara was fidgeting, but she didn't even know why. "hey, calm down, breathe" manon said gently to the panicked girl, she and lara took a deep breathe together, while manon was calming lara down she felt a tear fall down her face and lara wiped her tear.

lara kissed her cheek, "we're gonna be okay" lara said softly. they stayed with each other for a bit, before the sunrise began. manon took lara to the balcony, they watched the sun rise together. while this happened, lara put her head on manon's shoulder.

"i'm so glad i met you" she said softly, and the brunette nodded, "so am i" and they watched it rise in silence. soon the other girls began to come outof theirrooms, lara and manon began treating this as any other day, manon opening a energy drink while lara grabbed her water and gum, as her "meal for the day"

sophia watched as they did ths, it really made her feel terrible, watching them both sufferthis badly. she knew lara couldn't eat, after reading all of those comments everyday for as long as she would it began to make her so sick she would throw up everytime she ate something to the point where she wouldn't even get hungry.

it began affecting her health terrbly, lara would walk out of her room, she would look tired with bags under her eyes, oversized hoodie on and she'd grab her water then leave again. the most they would ever see of her would be during practice, butshewould get dizzy so easily due to her blood sugar and blood pressure being as low as it would get due to her never gettng enough nutrients.

megan caught on to this, and whenever mega would eat, she would have lara sit next to her and she would feed her older member. to the average person tis may soun ridiculus, but megan watched as lara began to give up on taking care of herself, the same way daniela watched manon.

her and megan did the best they could to help heal them, writing them mall notes and sticking them on their most used devices, notes of motvations, and quotes tha they know, or more hoped, would make them feel better.

overtime, lara and manon got better, it might've been a whole house effort but what mattered was that they started taking care of themselves once again. lara would pick up the habit of sleeping with manon more often, while when manon cooked she would feed lara to make sure she's eating well and would also keep an eye out incase she'd attempt to enduce vomitting.

overtime, things slowly became more normal around the house, lara wouldn't have to be monitorid as often and for manon, she started sleeing better ever since lara started sleeping next to her. even making a joked saying that she really just needed lara so she could feel better.

lara would spend so much more time in their room, that daniela would offer up her bed to lara until she was gone. lara would say it's fine but daniela didn't mind, normally saying she'd go talk to megan or something.

at some point the question was asked, "why didn't you come to me when you felt that way?" manon hd asked her girlfriend, she wasn't attacking her, but was curious what made lara isolate everytime she felt sad or down, "you had your own things to worry about baby, i'd hate to make you worry about more, let alone me" the redhead explained, but the brunette didn't accept it.

"it made me worry more ya'know?" manon said, playing in lara’s hair while the younger's arms were wrapped around her, "i know, didn't mean to though" manon nodded and kissed her head, "i know beautiful, it's okay"

[just-some-random-blogger]

When We Cross

There are those that prefer travelling with a partner, be it for companionship or their inability to ask for ketchup by themselves. To Pedro, that person was you.

Pedro Pascal x Reader | >700 | cw: fem!reader, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: im trying a new layout for the description and i cant tell if its ugly or im just too used what i normally do. oh well

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @amis-love-bugs @top1bbgloak @sunfairyy @djarinsstuff @mooniesyubi @pedropascalgirly @mmmmandoz @multifandom-fangirl4

You know what would be really nice? A sundae.

Pedro makes a mental note to bring this up after he's gotten to the meetup place.

He makes a sound as he walks down the block. It's a balmy day, nearing the borderline of sweltering. It was manageable to him though. He huffs as he thinks of how sweaty you'd probably be.

Pedro makes a face at the people walking in front of him.

Can these people walk any slower. Like, bro? I've got places to be.

He adjusts the straps of his bags as he overtakes the people in front of him.

He huffs as he reaches the end of the street. A grumble leaves his lips when the pedestrian light goes red the moment his feet touch the curb. The people he overtook are now behind him. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

Pedro brings his hands into his pocket. He pulls out his phone and takes a moment to look at his lockscreen. It's you and him. He can't help the way his lips curve at the sight of it. He really liked this photo. He liked that dress on you and the way you did your hair. He also liked the fact you were licking his cheek. Weirdo.

He licks his lips and tells himself not to think about that day too much, lest he combust on the sidewalk.

His phone dings in his hand: BRO WHERE ARE YOU?

Pedro presses the message quickly replies: almost there :P

Another ding: ?? you mean 😛

Another ding: also HURRY THE FUCK UP

Pedro does not reply and crosses the street instead. As he clutches his bag, his mind drifts to the healthy amount of times you and him crossed the street. He imagines the straps were your fingers in this moment. He feels fuzzy. It's not the same though. Why did you have to be so far away?

He weaves through the crowd and passes a bunch of people seated in the outdoor tables of a café, laughing their heads off. His eyes linger for a moment then he cringes.

Was everyone that loud in cafés? Us too? Geez.

Pedro makes sure his bag doesn't bump into a street light. In doing so, he turns right and catches sight of a drugstore. He thinks of the last time you went to a drugstore together. You raided their first aid section and bought all the cartoon band aids. And well, to be fair, there were only 3 boxes.

He chuckles to himself as he thinks about how you wore a whole purple band aid on your cheek as a pimple patch.

"Cute," he mutters as he watches where he steps on the pavement.

Finally, he's arrived.

He walks into the mall and immediately spots the impeccably impatient woman pacing around just by the entrance.

Pedro walks over to her, "I'm here. I'm here. I'm sorry it took so long. These stupid fucks walk so slow."

"Yeah, it's totally not your fault that you woke up late at-"

"It was five minutes!"

"HA! You mean five hours!"

They begin to argue in Spanish. Eyes are rolled. Lips are pressed in annoyance.

"Whatever!" Pedro finally sasses, raising a hand.

She sasses back, "ugly," she grabs her carry on luggage and they begin to walk off. She motions to the department store on her left, "you should buy a bar."

Pedro glances where she points. He sees the chocolates on display then eyes her hotly.

She raises a brow and shrugs, "a reason to call."

"Quit it," he blurts.

"What?"

Pedro begins to get annoyed.

"You clearly need one, Pedrito."

"I said q uit it."

She groans, "just do it. If you didn't want to, you'd have changed your wallpaper by now."

"I did."

She scoffs and raises her palm in expectation.

Pedro turns away from his annoying sibling. He regrets loving her so much. If he didn't, maybe he'd have bolted and left her all by herself.

"Gimme it. Now," his sister snarls.

He rubs his moustache. She punches his arm.

He releases a breath. He gives her his phone even with the knowledge it will be extremely bad for him.

She opens it once its in her hands. She stops in her tracks when she sees the photo. Pedro manages two steps before he realizes this. He turns to his baby sister and she pouts.

She lowers the phone. Her brother really did change the wallpaper. It used to be a photo of you, now it's a photo of you and him. "Pedro..."

Pedro waits for her to say something more. She only frowns and repeats, "ay, Pedro."

He shrugs, " 's what it is."

She hands him back his phone. They keep walking.

[tsukilunatic]

hi im craving yechan sb i need your thoughts on him hehe

that's so crazy coz i've been craving yechan lately too (i'm craving yechan all the time actually!) also i feel like i say this for every post but i'm so sorry this took so long for me to reply to

now. general yechan ideas...

the first thing that comes to my mind is just. munch yechan. that's it that's the whole post.

like when yechan eats you out he takes it SERIOUS. like he would spend hours between your legs if you let him. biggest munch in the group fr. like, he would find any excuse he could to get his mouth on you. like he's the type to text you out of the blue like "im bored. can i come over and eat u out?" (NO HELLO?? NO HI HOW ARE YOU???)

he loves eating you out partially because he loves hearing you moan. he's obsessed with it, actually! he'd say something like "don't be afraid to make noise, pretty girl. there's no one else around." and he'd say that even if he knows everyone else is home. menace.

also. he's a messy eater. as in, he'd spread your cum all over your thighs, and it would be all over his face too, maybe even some in his hair... and he'd say something like "you're such a messy girl..." even though he's the reason why you're both covered in cum in the first place.

random idea. fuckboy!yechan who literally just wants to fuck you. like maybe a frat au or something. where you're fwb with him and you're complaining to his face about how he never listens to you or whatever.

and he's just there (his ass is NOT listening!!) waiting for you to finish. and at some point he just gets fed up with waiting and pulls you in by your waist and kisses you to shut you up. ...yeah.

this is another feral idea but. somno with boyfriend!yechan, anyone?? like, not in a pervy way, but more in a "if i wear this scrunchie to bed... do whatever you want to me<3" kinda way. tying this back to the munch idea. he would 100% wake you up with head.

or, since someone recently sent a post about yechan pinning you down, there's also the argument that he'd pin you down and fuck you<3 i imagine dom!yechan as SUCH a pleasure dom, so he'd pin your hands to the bed and fuck you all nice and slow until you wake up. usually, i imagine yechan on the subby side, so i would imagine waking up to find him all messy and moaning into your ear...

but! you could also wake up to him just admiring you, teasing you about how you were moaning in your sleep... maybe saying something like "you take me so well, pretty girl... always so wet for me, even when you're asleep... did you dream of me?"

(also. i was gonna write more subby ideas but i've got a sub!yechan ask in my inbox, so... i'll save them for another time<//3)

[jqmalikhsgib]

stars

two

yn had been here so many times, it hurt less and less each time. she knew once she shared a little bit about her life people would pry more and more. this had been different though.

yn has been ready to tell the world about her amazing boyfriend and their adorable kid, but she wanted to do it at her own pace, in her own time.

slowly giving the world hints on who the man of the hour had been is amazing. millions of people speculating who it could be, she’d admit, it’s fun watching them squirm. she even replied to some fans that asked about him.

she loves sharing a little piece of herself. what she didn’t like was the obsessive prying eyes of the media. they found the location of aarons work, camping outside the building in case she had come out holding hands with the infamous mystery man. unfortunately they got nothing from her.

she hated that they’ve stalk her and they could potentially stalk aaron. aaron kept reassuring her that he’d be okay. he was sorta use to the cameras and a bit of the spotlight—dave is a famous author after all—paparazzi camped out the building long before they even met. yn just didn’t want him to get hurt by these vultures. aaron just laughs at her antics because, well, he’s an fbi agent. nothing a few paparazzi could do to him is anything like he’s had done while being on the field.

she realized how silly it is to fear for his safety. she just didn’t want this to ruin their relationship. it’s one of the many reasons why she stays in virginia and not in california or new york city. it’s quite quaint and simple.

the next few weeks had been pretty busy for yn. she’s been working on her own cosmetic line and another studio album. she’s excited for her new brand and possibly her last album for a little while.

yn is ready to slow down a little! her and aaron’s relationship is going amazing and she wants to eventually get married and have more kids. technically speaking, they’re already engaged! aaron proposed to her last year. she said yes immediately, but she didn’t want to officially get married until she was ready to take a break from music and do one last world tour for a little while. she also didn’t wanna tell anyone he had proposed just yet. not wanting people to know until they’re officially ready to plan the wedding.

aaron’s beyond proud of his girl. she’s finally doing something she’s wanted for awhile besides music! yn had been talking about becoming more of an entrepreneur for about two years now but had been afraid she’d failed. aaron assured her that she’d be very successful simply because she is smart and talented. her fans will love anything and everything she puts out there.

“darling, come to bed.” aaron whispers in her ear as he wraps his arms around her waist. she’s doing some last minute touches on a few designs she had in mind. not knowing how she wanted the logo for her cosmetic line to look.

“in a minute, babe. just gotta figure this out.” yn concentrate on a few photos. aaron sighs. he spins her around, gently grabs the papers, and sets them down. aaron caresses her cheek and kisses her gently. “hey, they’ll be there in the morning. you’ve barely got a lick of sleep the last few days. im worried about you.” aaron frowns. he rest his chin on top of her head. she sighs as she wraps her arms around his waist

“im sorry, baby. just want everything to be perfect.”

“and they will, yeah? because you’re a genius! but you don’t need to overwork or stress yourself. what is it you always tell me, huh?”

yn smiles. “work will be there tomorrow, family may not.”

“exactly! our son misses his mammas cuddles.”

yn felt awful.

“hey, i know what you’re thinking. none of that, you hear!” aaron leafs no room for arguments

she hums. “where’s my boy?”

“upstairs in his bed. he’s waiting for us to read him his favorite bedtime story. says he wants you to do it because you do the voices better.” aaron playfully scoffs.

“of course i do! mister monotone.”

“im not monotoned.” aaron argues. yn just shakes her head as she heads upstairs to their sons room. aaron follows right behind.

“ready, baby?” yn asked as she gently walks into jacks room.

“yeah, mamma!”

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

~please read~

I am gonna make a cut here so if you genuinly don't care to hear me ramble on about the state of this account please skip over instead of leaving hate. Beyond the fact i put tumblr on pause bc of anons and might have to turn that off to just continue on there's more issues that I am getting dms on... please leave me alooooone.

Wouldn't make an annoncement like this ifffff I didn't have to but bc I have people asking about a post they found (what a small fnadom the love for Antin is -_-) I get to make a reply. Alegations are not true and I can make a whole reason as to why if anybody wants to know details. I don't have screenshots saved sadly. I clean up my browser history so anything from novmber is goooone (I run four differnt google accounts on this laptop, i need to clean out or it slows the fuck down). But i do have my quotev drafts and my wattpad drafts -_-...

Oh yippie the first thing I get to on here is post about a immature peice of shit hopeully before anybody who may still be friends or is following this raging immature paranoid bitch who might possably also be a little narcissistic gets to the base of people Lu's worked so hard to beuild over the years. Back in december there was some drama with somebody Lu admired (I never woulda let that bull shit happen red flags were there right of the fucking back) Lu always does research before a fic, every time she writes a story it's carfully planned and executed. The first sntinous fic she wrote she started in November and didn't post bc since then she'd quit all fandom except for a few she never got hate in. Back in 2021 we had an anon who loved to tell us "kys, stupid, worthless, writing is shit, shit person for writing that" and again earlier this year (or was it 2024 my memory is fuzzy i've been kinda on lockdown since i made an ooopsies back in october? september whatevs) so lu didn't post shit. Wow really who would thought that being bullied off the internet would gasp kill sombodys expansion of fandoms! And woooow Antinous being a charachter she was insecure to post to her 2k followers oh no who would thought of that. This bitch needs to grow the fuck up. Her whole thing was saying lu coppied her word for word (least thats the new post made what 4? 5 months? after all of this?) how self-absorbed are ya for that one.

Lu has 13 fics with antinous in her drafts. 8 of them or smth like that I'm not fucking counting screw off, use Ares. The original concept for that fic (I dunno the title and im lazy as fuck okay back off) was a princess aphrodite reader from another kingdom who was suppossed to be with Telemachus falling hard for an Ares Antin, oh does this seem familiar? almsot like... wow she took inpiration from the FUCKING MYTH OF APHRODITE AND ARES. but realized tele wouldn't fit the role she'd designed so that got scrapped and incame the late november draft. that fic then stayed in her drafts for about a month (more like three weeks) when she found the love bluzhasnotalent was getting on the antin fic they wrote. suddenly confidence, funny how that works, it's almost as if somebody could look up how anxiet y and ptsd can be soothed by seeing their fears be indone. She posted that hoping it would be loved. Can you get over this? five months huns five months and you are still pulling this shit? Doxing her to? Like woooow

And btw, welcome to fanfiction where writers constently have the same ideas flow into their minds and share content. Have you seen how many colelge-based au's are in bsd? How many full fics have a princess reader in epic? how many fics us Eury as their villain for that???

[spookythesillyfella]

I think I'll slow down on sending these because I've felt a bit bad on possibly being overwhelming but I did want to say thanks to you I did start to listen to some of Dobuno Awa's songs a bit on my "free moments" (WHEN I DON'T HAVE BAKE NO HANA ON LOOP HELP) and I've got to say I can 100% see the appeal of literally any of these songs, I just love when something is so relatable you'd want to bash your head into a brick wall!!!! I'm now also completely understanding WHY you have such a huge love toward this composer jesus christ

Thank you for being quite literally so fun as a person and such. Giving me reason to just look into things because I'm so used to people getting mad at me if I like something else they do </3 It feels nice to be told I should listen to something!! I love being recommended things and you are probably one of the few that made me really interested in something they liked in awhile!! Take care! I love you (Don't have to reply if you don't want ^_^'' But if you DO wanna ramble here about more of his songs you should!! ily /p )

oh pleaze . doll . don't try and force yourself to send askz to me if you don't feel capable to do it ; your comfort . your safety and just all thingz generally pertaining to you are my top priority – they are for any of my friendz

im glad you liked some of hiz songz ¥_^ ive alwayz liked how hiz songz mix together a lotta computer-y soundz . or generally strange soundz – a little similar to GHOSTz muzic but ive found Dobu no Awaz to really fo a lot more for me in termz of "getting me through stuff" so to speak [no offense to GHOST . theyre still one of my favz] – and the lyricz az well . arguably the biggest part that "helped me"

ive never had people curious enough to ask more about interestz that they don't also share . so thiz really – really really truly deeply – meanz a lot to me !! ¥_^ how could i ever get angry at you for sharing one of my interestz ?? spreading the joy iz much better than keeping it all to yourself !!! thatz what i like to believe . at least

i don't exactly have any songz i can really ramble about at the moment ; id absolutely love to go in depth about "Carrot Vomit REMAKE" or "Farewell Human Relations" relating to a hv! character at some point . since ive had theze songz on my mind a lot recently . possibility some songz from the album "You will never forget me" that aren't related to the seriez [like "Now Our Fates Entwine" and "Total Failure"] but thatz a story for another day haha

other than that . i can talk about "Irresponsible and strange taste" and "You will never forget me" – although im certain you people have already gotten sick to the core of me bringing them up any chance i get haha X3

take care of yourself . doll – remember that when thingz get tough . you can alwayz reach out to us ; just make sure to eat and drink water every day :]

[alexaatla]

gothcleats as songs from each of the taylor swift (yes that one) album

im so sick in the head about them and i haven’t made a post about them in a while so here ya go

DEBUT-Our Song

starting out with a soft silly one first, also scarys a musician so this makes sense 😽

lyrics: “Our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window

When we're on the phone, and you talk real slow

'Cause it's late, and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date, "Man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"”

FEARLESS- The Way I Loved You

i know this song is about missing an ex and all, but in the context of gothcleats i want to interpret it like gothcleats in the “betrayal arc”

lyrics: “But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

So in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you”

SPEAK NOW- The Story of Us

imo this is one of the most gothcleats songs of all time, again during the “betrayal arc” and it gives very big “enemies closer” vibes with being so close to each other but not knowing what to say. it’s also very much scarys POV

lyrics: “Oh, I'm scared to see the ending

Why are we pretending this is nothing?

I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how

I've never heard silence quite this loud

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room

And we're not speaking and I'm dying to know

Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah

I don't know what to say since the twist of fate

When it all broke down

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now”

RED- I Almost Do

ep 25 core and also after the betrayal el oh el

lyrics: “I bet

You think I either moved on or hate you

'Cause each time you reach out there's no reply

I bet

It never ever occurred to you

That I can't say "Hello" to you

And risk another goodbye

And I just wanna tell you

It takes everything in me not to call you

And I wish I could run to you

And I hope you know that every time I don't

I almost do

I almost do

Oh, we made quite a mess, babe

It's probably better off this way

And I confess, babe

In my dreams you're touching my face

And asking me if I wanna try again with you

And I almost do”

1989-Out Of The Woods

this song is being able to make it through something difficult together, which is what gothcleats had been doing this entire fucking time, they just want to be out of the woods

lyrics: “Looking at it now

Last December

(Last December)

We were built to fall apart

Then fall back together

(Back together)

Ooh, your necklace hanging from my neck

The night we couldn't quite forget

When we decided, we decided

To move the furniture so we could dance

Baby, like we stood a chance

Two paper airplanes flying, flying, flying

And I remember thinking

Are we out of the woods yet?”

AND

“Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

Twenty stitches in a hospital room

When you started crying, baby, I did too

But when the sun came up, I was looking at you

Remember when we couldn't take the heat?

I walked out, I said "I'm setting you free"

But the monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up you were looking at me”

(also “looking at it now/ last december/ we were built to fall apart/ and fall back together” december is i’m pretty sure around when ep 31 with the fireball/ “you can try to kill me but i wont hurt you” scenario would fall timeline wise)

REPUTATION- King Of My Heart

there’s not much reason to this song other than just the vibe reminds me of them and they deserve to be happy 🫶

lyrics: “Salute to me, I'm your American Queen

And you move to me like I'm a Motown beat

And we rule the kingdom inside my room

'Cause all the boys and their expensive cars

With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars

Never took me quite where you do

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa”

AND

“Is this the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

With all these nights we're spending

Up on the roof with a school girl crush

Drinking beer out of plastic cups

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Baby, all at once, this is enough”

(honestly another good choice for this would’ve been dress and it might’ve fit better but I LOVE KOMH OKAY)

LOVER-The Archer

while a lot of the songs in lover are very soft and nice, and gothcleats well, isnt, The Archer i think shows scarys hesitancy to become close to link and the other teens, because people have left her continuously in the past. she doesn’t believe people should want to stay with her.

lyrics: “I've been the archer

I've been the prey

Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

(I see right through me, I see right through me)

'Cause they see right through me

They see right through me

They see right through

Can you see right through me?

They see right through

They see right through me

I see right through me

I see right through me

All the king's horses, all the king's men

Couldn't put me together again

'Cause all of my enemies started out friends

Help me hold onto you”

FOLKLORE- exile

link defended scary for a lot of the things she did, despite her telling and proving to him that he shouldn’t have, he did. this song to me is directly after the death of tony pepperoni and realizing what she’s left him with.

lyrics: “And it took you five whole minutes

To pack us up and leave me with it

Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

You're not my homeland anymore

So what am I defending now?

You were my town

Now I'm in exile, seein' you out

I think I've seen this film before”

AND

“I can see you starin', honey

Like he's just your understudy

Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Balancin' on breaking branches

Those eyes add insult to injury”

EVERMORE- right where you left me

wow gothcleats angst goes hard in evermore and folklore. this song shows the moment frozen in time of either link saying “get the fuck out of my house scary”

lyrics: “Help, I'm still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

They say, "What a sad sight"

I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop

Right when I felt the moment stop

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

I, I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

They expected me to find somewhere

Some perspective, but I sat and stared”

AND

“Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Break-ups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still 23 inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me”

MIDNIGHTS- Midnight Rain

something something scary growing up with a general lack of love in her life while link has felt nothing but something something

lyrics: “My boy was a montage

A slow-motion, love potion

Jumping off things in the ocean

I broke his heart 'cause he was nice

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain

He wanted it comfortable

I wanted that pain

He wanted a bride

I was making my own name

Chasing that fame

He stayed the same

All of me changed like midnight”

honorable mentions!

-dress

-back to december

-you belong with me

-the lucky one (hear me ou-)

in conclusion, i love them and taylor swift, thank you and goodnight

[pfrjnd]

first post wooooo

hey ppl!! i'm making my tumblr debut as a for-fun writer looking to improve. this first one is just a short lil dump and i didn't spend much time on it nor did i proofread.. but i basically just wanted to capture shoko's silent suffering (she was there too wasn't she) and gojo just being a lil shit but it's alright they're chill at the end. feel free to give advice/criticism!!!!! i will gladly take it

also is this a divider idk im just gonna put it

Suguru, have you lost weight? You okay?

Just a little tired from the summer heat…

Gojo clutches the cardboard box tightly to his chest. He had just finished packing Getou’s belongings from his room and was starting to head off to throw them out; Teacher Yaga had given Gojo the job of cleaning out his best friend’s dorm a few days after news about his classmate struck them. Gojo doesn’t know why—he never understood Yaga’s elaborate way of reasoning anyway. Maybe the physical throwing out of his things is supposed to be some act of closure?

He scoffs at the proposition; how corny. Killing the dude would be enough closure for him.

(Or at least, that’s what Gojo wants himself to believe.)

Just as he was about to step out of the room with the box, Shoko walks through the door, a trail of smoke spilling from her lips and a half-lit cigarette between her fingers.

“Oh, surprise to see you here. I wouldn’t think you’d ever step foot in this room again.” Shoko says nonchalantly. She peers over Gojo’s shoulder as she scans the now-empty room and brings the cigarette up to her lips, taking a slow drag.

“Yaga tasked me with cleaning up his stuff,” Gojo replies, lifting the box up.

She lets out a puff of cigarette smoke as she perks up. “Actually, let me go through that. Getou asked me to bring him some of his things back.”

Gojo’s eyes widen. Ouch. “He asked you?”

Shoko winces at the boy’s tone. “Yes, he asked me. You know, you weren’t his only friend, Satoru.” She lifts the cigarette back up to her lips.

“I know, I know,” Gojo dismisses loudly.

Shoko huffs out another cloud of smoke and shrugs. “Well, he is a criminal now. It’s not like he’d wanna see the person who wants to kill him.”

“But I don’t—“ He hesitates. “I don’t wanna kill him…”

Shoko notices the waver in the boy’s voice and raises an eyebrow. “Special-grade sorcerer Satoru Gojo doesn’t want to kill a criminal?” She asks, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“Satoru Gojo doesn’t want to kill a friend.”

“A friend that broke the rules of jujutsu sorcery. Doesn’t sound very ‘special-grade’ of you to just let him off like that.”

“God, shut up,” Gojo grumbles.

Shoko’s expression drops, but she quickly forces out a laugh and says, “Just teasin’ ya.” She takes another drag from the cigarette and glances down awkwardly.

A moment of silence passes between the two.

Gojo is the first to break it when he asks, “Why didn’t you kill him?”

She scoffs and looks up, a puff of smoke escaping her lips along with the sound. “What would I have done, reverse cursed technique’d him to death?”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.”

Shoko looks away as she takes one last drag. “Happens a lot, I think.”

Another drawn-out silence goes by.

“You’re lucky you don’t have to make the decision to kill him or not,” Gojo mutters.

Without turning back, Shoko hums her agreement. “Yeah, I don’t even know what I’d do if I had the power to…” she replies, cigarette smoke hanging in the air alongside her words.

When Gojo looks over at the girl, he notices a faraway look in her eyes, but she quickly turns back when she notices his stare. Her attention is brought back to the box in Gojo’s arms. “So, will you let me take that off your hands?”

“Yeah, alright.” He drops the box unceremoniously onto the wooden floorboards. “Mind if I help? Got nothing better to do than rummage through some dude’s old junk, unfortunately.”

Shoko chuckles and says, “I don’t think he’s just ‘some dude’ to you.”

“God, I wish he was.” (No, he doesn’t.)

“Seriously, though. I appreciate the thought, but I’m definitely sure you do have better things to do,” Shoko says as she drops to her knees in front of the cardboard box. “Besides, I don’t wanna hear you sulking over him all the while.”

Gojo rolls his eyes, but doesn’t push further. “Alright, fine. I’ll see you later for dinner, though. Gyudon or what?”

Shoko perks up at that. “Dinner? When did we agree on that?”

“It’s Sunday, no? Suguru always told us Sunday means dinner together.”

The girl’s expression wavers, but she cracks a smile. “Sounds good then, Satoru.”