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mingisprincxss · 3 days ago

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Sticky notes-C.S

Pairing-Fratboy San x Reader

Tags/Genre- College au, enemies to lovers (technically one sided you'll understand when you read), smut, unprotected sex, (wrap it or else)angst kinda, squirting, MDNI 18+!!

Word count: 3k

Summary: You keep mysteriously getting love notes on your door to your campus dorm but who is it from?

Your college days are usually the same routine, Get up, get coffee, go to classes, drop your stuff off at your dorm, hurry to work, get home and do homework till you pass out and repeat. Your life was quiet and peaceful, some may say it's boring. And by some it's usually the college hunk and frat boy Choi San. He always teased you about it. You never understood why the girls flocked to him and his dumb brainless friends however, he is one of the few people in the fraternity who is passing classes amongst drinking, and partying, which is the only thing you commend him for.

You despised him so much because in between classes when people are just hanging around campus on their downtime him and his friends are loud and obnoxious disrupting your studying or conversations with your friends. Recently though you caught his attention but he never made it obvious but he did let you know in subtle ways. Within the past month, whenever you drive back to your off campus apartment you're always met with a little flower sticky note with a compliment on it or something motivating for you. You always peeled it off your door, look at it, smile and stick it on your wall in your room. But who was it? As it continued on, you snapped a pic of them sending it to your friends asking for them to admit their love to you but they didn't know what you were talking about.

One Wednesday evening you decided to have your friend Winnie come over for a sleepover after she begged you to stop overworking yourself with school work and work in general. You and her were on your way to your car when you guys got surrounded by San's group of friends whose cars were also parked by yours. "What kind of fucking car is this?" One of them said circling it trying to inspect it "looks like something that my grandma had." another teased as your hands clenched into fists trying not to lose your cool. "Don't let them bother you, they're still immature boys from high school who haven't grown up yet" Winnie whispered to you. "That car was actually a gift from my grandmother and I HAPPEN to like it." You said in a low tone your car was a cute custom wrapped pink mini cooper that your grandma got you as a graduation gift from high school before she moved out of state. It's not flashy with all the bells and whistles that most college people have, but you loved your grandma so much and she was proud of you for your accomplishments.

As you unlock the car door to put both yours and Winnie's stuff inside you turn to the boys to make one more comment because you kept hearing them mutter bullshit to each other trying to get a rise out of you but before you could, a car pulled up and the tinted window rolled down to reveal San with his red hair, sunglasses on dressed like he was going to yet another fraternity party "Are you guys coming or what?" He said practically scolding them he quickly glanced at you as the boys got in their cars and followed him out.

Where did he just come from? And why in his car?

As you and Winnie pulled up to your house with coffee and snacks for the night you saw another little bright orange flower shaped sticky note on your door. Winnie grabbed her stuff quickly and ran up your stairs to grab it and read it.

"Your smile brightens up a room and warms my heart." "Awww someone really likes you" she said handing it to you as you scoffed rolling your eyes "or this could just be a cruel prank." You said unlocking your door and entering with your friend. As you guys settle and you put your things down in your room you quietly put the sticky note amongst the others on your wall sighing still wondering who this mysterious person is.

"There's a party tonight, why don't we go?" Winnie asked disturbing you from your thoughts "Why would we when San and his braindead crew are gonna be there?" You said turning to her and crossing your arms "You also don't know if they'll try to spike your drinks honey." Winnies boyfriend Jongho said on video call "oh hey Jongho! Whatcha up to?" You said waving to him "Winnie called me to talk about the sticky notes again and wants me to help figure out who it is." He replied typing on his laptop the three of you were just having a casual conversation about nothing until you heard a door open and a familiar voice over the phone. "Forgot something." San said as you heard him walk through the house your stomach did a flip. You despised him because of the amount of female attention he gets and how full of himself he can be, but you can't deny how attractive he is but you would rather die than admit to that out loud. "What's he doing in your apartment?" You laughed as San leaned into fame "I live here? Is there an issue?" He said with a cocky smirk that you wanted to slap off his pretty face so bad.

"No actually it's not a problem that you live there but your face is." You snapped causing Winnie to cover her moth to hide her laugh as Jongho pressed his lips together trying to do the same. San snatched the phone off Jongho's desk "That's not a very nice thing to say angel." He purred back at you causing you to make a fake gag noise earning a giggle from Winnie. Jongho snatched his phone back as San hummed and left. You and Winnie decided to go to Jongho's for a bit since you guys didn't have any set plans at your place. When you got there you were greeted by a cat meowing "Aw who is this?" You said squatting and petting the feline as it paraded around rubbing against your legs

"That's San's cat Byeol" Jongho said as you rolled your eyes and Byeol decided to follow you to the couch and laid on your lap. The three of you decided to watch a movie together Jongho and Winnie were cuddled up on the couch together with a blanket while you were cuddling with Byeol nodding off as it got late. The door opened grabbing the cats attention as she hopped off the couch to greet San as you were fast asleep on the couch while Jongho and Winnie were fixated on the movie still. He hung his keys and shuffled over kinda still buzzed from the party as he stood behind the couch looking at what you guys were watching then looked down at you sleeping peacefully. "Don't even think about bothering her." Winnie warned earning a scoff from San "wasn't thinking about anything." He said reaching his hand out to pet the top of your head gently scratching at it causing you to stir in your sleep facing away from him earning a small soft smile from him as Jongho and Winnie glanced at each other confused as San disappeared for the night in his room with his cat. After his shower, he sat at his desk and pulled out a pen and orange flower shaped sticky notes from his desk drawer scribbling something on it before stretching and joining his cat for bed.

The next day you and Winnie decided to go out for breakfast and when you opened your door a little orange sticky note fell down from the door. "Wow like clockwork" Winnie laughed as you bent to pick it up and read it again "You are the prettiest girl on campus and I wish you'd be mine." You read blushing slightly Winnie tilted her head "there's something else on the back." She pointed as you flipped it over. "Meet me on Campus at 3pm today if you're curious as to who i am." You read again then looking at your friend. "Well why don't you! They've been doing this for almost two months now!" She said as you stood there to think checking the time on your phone "I guess it couldn't hurt." You said as you both went down stairs to your car.

After breakfast you dropped Winnie back to her dorm as you went to go get ready to see who this person was or if this was a sick joke. After getting ready you quickly drove to campus and parked your car to sit by a tree hoping to solve this mystery. You waited for a bit when you heard footsteps in the grass behind you and when you stood up and turned around your smile dropped as you faced none other than San. "Hi" he smiled as your heart sank you immediately jumped to the conclusion that this was a sick immature prank that him and his stupid friends decided to do for whatever twisted reason. You tried to say something smart before he could say anything first but you were frozen with a lump in your throat tears stinging your eyes ready to pass out of embarrassment. "You okay?" He said concerned coming closer to you as you moved away slightly causing his brows to furrow in confusion.

"So this was all just a joke...." was all you could say breath shaking as you tried to not flip out from this your chest was in knots as you mentally kicked yourself for falling for something stupid like this. San opened his mouth when you reacted on impulse and slapped him across the face. His eyes widened as he held his face in shock as you were trembling with adrenaline gritted teeth tears rolling down your face. "You're sick San." You whispered as he looked at you still in shock you turned around to go back to your car in shame when San grabbed your wrist pulling you back "LET ME GO!" You shouted trying to pull away still crying as Sans strength prevented that. "If you'd let me explain before you slapped me-" "What even is there to explain?! You wrote the sticky notes and left them on my door to humor yourself and your stupid fraternity friends!" You sobbed as he held both of your arms gently beside you. "Orrr... I wrote them because maybe it's how I feel about you y/n and I was a little nervous to tell you." He said calmly looking at you.

"What?" You said as he nodded

"How do I know you're not lying to me? What about all the girls that basically throw themselves on you? And you sleep with so many of them.." you said earning an offended look from him as he let go of your arms. "Just because I'm in a fraternity, doesn't mean I fit the stereotype of fucking every single girl that breaths next to me. My mom taught me to be better than that." He said annoyed you looked away in shame for acting out of emotion. San placed his hand under your chin to have you look back at him "I did mean everything I said on the sticky notes whether you believe me or not." He said wiping your cheeks you looked at him with glossy eyes as he kissed your forehead. "If you need time to think about this or how you feel I can give that to you" he said stepping away from you turning and walking away "San..." your voice broke he stopped and turned to look at you "I-I'm sorry for smacking you" you said embarrassed as he smirked "It's okay." He paused for a second and added "Well I would like to take you on a date if you want.." "if you truly meant what you've been writing to me for two months, then sure." You smiled "Of course I did, y/n!" He smiled back at you.

You both went to a small Korean hot pot place later that night and casually talked about how he was actually trying to leave his fraternity and do other things with his life as you just spoke about work and your hobbies.

Afterwards you went back to his and Jongho's place which was dark and empty besides the chirping of Byeol trotting towing you both rubbing against your legs.

"Jongho said he was going to Winnies tonight so I figured we can hang here for a bit." san said sheepishly as you picked up and kissed his cat. He quickly went to go change in his room then sat on the couch on his phone as you were still carrying Byeol around until you saw that he was in a black compression shirt and matching sweatpants. You placed Byeol back on the floor as you went towards him catching him off guard as you straddled him as he quickly locked his phone placing it beside him on the couch. You ran your fingers through his red hair not taking your eyes off of him as he bit his lip a little nervously trying not to think about how hard he was getting under you sitting on him like this. You leaned in brushing your lips against him teasingly as you laughed a little seeing him get a bit flustered by your sudden boldness. You kissed him gently tugging at his bottom lip as you pulled away earning a desperate moan from him he quickly held underneath you and stood up carrying you to his room kissing you again as you both flopped on his bed. His room was very clean and smelt like vanilla which you weren't really expecting.

He hovered over you kissing you lovingly then peppered kisses on your neck to your collarbone biting gently earning a moan from you as he hummed happily. "Please San" you begged causing him to raise an eyebrow at you "please what?" He asked acting clueless as he was running his hand all over you then going lower to your core.

"I want you to fuck me Sannie please" you whined as he chuckled evilly flipping up your dress to your stomach as he pulled off your panties to reveal your slick in his dimly lit room. "You're so wet for me baby" he said gently rubbing your clit lazily with his thumb as you whined putting your legs together as he immediately pushed them apart. He then sticks one finger inside of you causing you to gasp then moan "mmmm you're so tight baby i don't know if you're gonna be able to take me." He purred sticking another finger in you then put his head between your legs tongue flicking your clit as your hands went to his hair pulling at it as he worked you up to an orgasm. Once you were coming down from your high he sat up removing his clothes as you did the same he flipped you over propping a pillow under you so that you were comfortable and he teased your entrance with his tip as you desperately tried to back into him whining "Easy girlie you're so desperate for this dick aren't you?" He said still teasing you pushing you forward a bit earning a desperate whine and nod out of you. He then slowly pushed himself into you. You cried in pleasure as he hissed as you clenched around him sucking his dick in further he exhaled shakily as he took a second to compose himself his hand rubbed your back then his hips started to snap into you as he gripped his hands on your hips cursing as the bed started to creak and the room filled with lewd noises of your moans and his and the sound of your wetness and skin slapping against each other. After a minute he flipped you over and plowed into you again "I want to see that pretty face all fucked out for me" he moaned as he picked up the pace bringing you close to your release and as you came eyes rolled back, trembling you also squirted on his abdomen earning a satisfied smirk from him as he continued overstimulating you but also making it hard for him to hold himself back since the sounds became even wetter. San was panting still ramming into you not wanting to stop but his hips were stuttering and his hair was sticking to his forehead, his cheeks flushed red and his face looked heavenly despite you wanting to cry from being overstimulated, but he looked so good. "F-Fuck I'm gonna-" was all he could get out before he groaned eyes shutting as he painted your insides with his warm cum as he collapsed on top of you still inside you as you both tried to steady your breathing.

"You did really well love." He said as he finally pulled out of you to get a towel and water to clean you with and hydrate then kissed you after. Those words replayed as you sat up to drink the water then passed it to him. "So this really isn't a joke? You want me to be your girlfriend?" You asked still in disbelief even after having sex with him watching him drink the water and he nodded crawling over to you. "I've liked you for a while now and like I said, I'm willing to give up the boring life I have now to be with you." He said poking at the fact that his life was boring as he used to make fun of you for having a boring life. Lying down and pulling you close to him by your hips you hummed to yourself as he kissed your side happily. "If you really mean it, I'll be your girlfriend then." You said looking down at him to see him with his eyes closed asleep from what just happened but with a smile on his face like he knew you would agree to it as you smirked placing the water on his nightstand and cuddling up to him as you drifted off to sleep as well, having a slight skeptical feeling about it a too good to be true feeling.

But to your surprise the next time you saw him on campus, he brought you with him to tell his fraternity that he was resigning. Although most were disappointed and gave their unwanted opinions even some of the sorority girls tried to convince him otherwise but he was set on this decision, grabbed your hand and walked away from his old life smiling with you as you both started a new one together.

#choi san #san #san x reader #san smut #jongho #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez san

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skyracha · 2 days ago

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SKZ Headcanons

Finding Your “Laundry” In Theirs

POV: The guys stumble upon some more intimate pieces of your wardrobe while doing their laundry.

A/N: this is about bras and lacy underwear and shit

Tags: @cowboylikemalika @encoredesires @my-neurodivergent-world @itvenorica124 @0sunshinecryptid0 @lov3rachan @synesthesia-fics @sunnybunnybabygirl

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Bangchan:

He would honestly be a bit confused as first, but once he realized WHAT is was, he knows its yours. He returns it in a neat folded pile on your bed with a note saying “pretty sure this wouldn’t fit me :)”. You try to apologize when you see him next but he waves it off as a good laugh.

“No don’t even stress. It gave me a good laugh when I found it. The note was an added humor for me.”

Lee Know:

I see him thinking for a minute on who it could belong to, but then he notices the brand of the bra and knows its yours. (Don’t ask me why, bro just pays attention to details) He finds you in your room and holds it up in a “missing this?” way. When you snatch it out of embarrassment and yell at him for having it, he nonchalantly blames you for him having it.

“Hey don’t be mad at me. I washed it for you and everything. You’re the one that somehow threw it in my laundry so, if I were you I’d keep better track of my bras.”

Changbin:

I feel like he’d be casual about this too depending on what he finds. Just a bra? No problem. Lacy lingerie or silk underwear? Definitely not ok. Because he’d wanna know why they were dirty in the first place. He’d be so concerned about if you had a guy over and what you two did that made you need to wash the delicate lacy stuff.

“Why is THIS dirty? And WHY did it need washed? Did you have someone over here? Did you sneak a guy in the dorms? Why else would you wear this? I need to know!!”

Hyunjin:

He’d be so chill about it I think? But he’d also probably ask to paint you? Like he finds the prettiest silk and lace piece of lingerie in his laundry, and he folds it and returns it to you no problem. But when you try to apologize for the mishap he stops you and just wants to see it. Little does he know mayyyybe he should pick one that doesn’t show your whole chest off.

“No I’m not worried about it. I just want to paint you in it if that’s okay? I feel like it’d be pretty and the color would be fun to paint on a canvas. Is that something you’d be comfortable with?”

Han:

He would be SHOCKED at finding a bra in his laundry. Like his first thought would be that one of the guys snuck a girl in and she left this here. He’d go around to all of them accusing them and when he turns up with no answers, decides to ask you. You’re apologetic of course, but can’t help laughing when he admits to his original thought.

“You would think the female living here would be my first thought when finding a bra, but no my mind went straight to the gutter. I went to every other guy in here before it occurred to me that you live here too.”

Felix:

He’d be a sweetie about the mishap. He’d find a pair of your underwear or something and just laugh to himself for a moment before folding them up and bringing them to you. He’d just explain that they somehow ended up in his laundry and act like it’s no big deal when youre embarassed. He’d try to calm you by making a joke.

“I found these in my laundry. I assume they’re yours but if not then I have questions for the other guys. I thought I’d bring them back to you before someone else saw them in my room.”

Seungmin:

He’d find a bra of yours in his laundry and retaliate by poorly putting it on himself and walking into your room like that. When you groan and complain, he makes you take it off him to get it back. He says it’s punishment for him having to find it.

“You don’t wanna see me in a bra again, then make sure you keep track of them. Otherwise I’ll make you take it off with one hand next time.”

I.N:

I feel like when he finds the pair of underwear, he’d fold it into one of his t-shirts or something so when he brings it to you, no one sees them. In his mind he doesn’t want people seeing your underwear, so when he comes in, he unfolds the shirt and lets you grab them before smiling and leaving like it was nothing.

“I folded them in my shirt in case I ran into someone in the hall. I figured you’d wanna keep what you wear private.”

#skz #skz x reader #stray kids #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz memes #skz smau #stray kids fake texts #bang chan #lee know #seo changbin #hyunjin #han skz #felix yongbok #seungmin #i.n skz

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runninriot · 12 hours ago

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Truth or Dare

written for the @steddiemicrofic may challenge

prompt: delay | wc: 408 | rated: T | tags: POV Robin, Robin & Steve & Eddie friendship, someone's keeping secrets, (accidental) drunken confessions

"Wait, what? Carol and Tommy?! When?"

Robin doesn't know why she's even surprised, but this game of truth or dare has really taken a turn.

"It was just once! At a party. Before they started dating. It didn't mean anything,” Steve plays it down, and really, who's she to judge?

Oh, but she does, taking advantage of her best friend entitlement.

"Dingus, you’re a slut. Anyone ever told you that? I love you, but you're the worst."

She knows he’s not. Knows deep down he’s longing for the real thing. Real love, he deserves more than anyone. Still, he doesn’t object, just shrugs, and smiles his dopey, tipsy smile.

Next to her, Eddie snorts loudly, seemingly overcome by drunken giddiness.

"What's it like to be the only person Steve hasn't made out with, Buckley?"

Robin's about to answer when she catches the shocked look Steve shoots their friend, whose face instantly turns a deep shade of red. There's something off about the way they stare at each other like two scared deer trying to have a silent conversation, they don't want her to be part of.

She doesn’t get it at first. Her brain’s lagging, unable to put two and two together until the words have finally, fully sunken in and delayed realisation hits her.

How did she not see it before?

"You tryin’ to tell me something, Munson?”

"I, uh, I mean-"

The poor guy's struggling hard and maybe, under different circumstances, she'd have mercy and let it go. But right now, curiosity wins.

"Robin?" Steve interrupts. "Ask me again."

"What?"

"The game. I want another turn."

His demand throws her off but she complies anyway.

"Alright, Steve. Truth or dare?"

Robin fully expects him to choose truth again, ready to confess what she thinks she's already figured out. But instead of talking, Steve shifts forward and grabs Eddie by his shirt, pulls him in and kisses him unprompted. Right on the mouth. And Eddie, with no hesitation whatsoever, kisses him back.

Like it's normal, familiar. Like they've done this many times before.

Because, undoubtedly, they have.

She can't even be mad at them for keeping this a secret, because the look they share when they part is so soft, so full of love, it melts her heart.

They’re so disgustingly cute together, it makes her sick with happiness.

"Just so we’re clear, I still got dibs on the bed. Guess you'll both take the couch tonight."

#robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmay #small riots

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bullet-prooflove · 2 days ago

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Misery: Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Reader (feat: Baz Cody)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @fadeinsol @akotafi @yousigned-upforthis @cowardlycandy

Summary: Baz starts to notice there's something wrong with Pope.

Companion piece to:

The Professional - Pope meets the love of his life when Smurf hires her to crack a safe.

Ethical Thieving - You introduce Pope to a new skill set.

Crazy (NSFW) - Pope's always been crazy but now he's also a man in love.

Tomorrow - Pope's family always fuck up the good in his life.

Do Over Day (NSFW) - Pope tries to make up for the day before.

Everything - Pope's family life clashes with your time together.

Positive - Pope didn't expect for it to happen sooner rather than later.

Four Bullets - Smurf finds out about you and Pope, leading to dire consquences.

Pope unravels after he ends things with you.

He doesn’t think, he doesn’t feel, he just shuts down, doing what he’s told when he’s told. His motions become mechanical, his responses automatic. There’s no joy in his world, no colour, there’s just the relentless numbness, drowning out his thoughts, stealing away his autonomy.

When he lies in his bedroom at night he stares at the ceiling and he thinks about you, about the baby, his little girl Freya. He remembers your words on the phone, each one piercing through his skull like an ice pick.

“I can’t do this on my own Andy, I can’t raise this baby without you.”

“You have to.” He had told you as Smurf’s fingertip had traced over the sonogram. “Because I’m not coming back Dylan. I made a choice and it isn’t you.”

You’d hung up then and now Pope wonders if you kept Freya or if he’s the reason his child never got to see the light of day. The guilt of that, it gnaws at him, it eats away at the remnants of his soul as he thinks about putting a gun to his head and pulling the trigger, over and over and over again.

But there can be no end to his misery. So he stays on this earth, in this No Man’s Land, existing like some kind of fucked up ghost, haunting the house he grew up in, praying that he catches a bullet during their next job.

“What’s wrong with him?” Baz asks Smurf after a couple of months watching Pope stare at the wall. He’s stopped engaging in conversation, he eats when prompted, speaks when spoken to but the rest of the time he remains silent.

“New meds.” She says but Baz knows when someone’s broken. He saw it in Julia before she left, he sees it in her twin now.

It’s at breakfast a few days later that he finally puts the pieces together. They’re all seated around the table, gathered there for a family meal when Deran pipes up.

“I saw Dylan on the water the other day. She got herself knocked up, won’t tell anyone who the father is.”

Pope’s shoulders stiffen, his fork scraping against the plate.

“She’s always been a wild girl.” Smurf says as she helps herself to more orange juice, filling both his glass and hers. “It would have been better for everyone if God just struck her there and then, let her and her little bastard float away with the waves.”

Pope’s head jerks up, his nostrils flaring. There’s that look in his eyes, that wildness Baz has only ever seen right before he goes batshit fucking crazy. His hand grips the fork so hard that it starts to tremble. His knuckles turn white as he takes a deep breath, struggling to compose himself.

It’s then that it occurs to Baz what he’s seeing right now, that for the weeks he’s been watching his brother bleed out slowly unable to cry for help.

It's a few hours later that he’s able to get him alone. Pope sits on the edge of one of the loungers, his gaze fixed on the drain at the bottom of the pool, his elbows resting upon his knees. Baz takes a seat beside him and Pope doesn’t even acknowledge his presence, he’s too lost in the news that his child is alive, that you decided to keep her after all.

“It’s your baby isn’t?” Baz says quietly into the air between them. “It’s why you’ve been at the beach so much since you got out of Folsom, you were with Dylan.”

“I didn’t know she kept the baby until today. I thought…”

His voice cracks as he turns his head away and it fractures something deep down inside of Baz because out of everyone in this God forsaken family Pope deserves to have something of his own, he deserves to be happy. But Smurf, she will never allow that, not with Dylan, not with a woman who challenges her in that way.

“She threatened to kill them when she found out, to put four bullets in the baby. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t…”

A sob rips from Pope’s chest and it tears at Baz’s heart so see the strong one, the unbreakable one falling to pieces beside him.

“All I want is to be with my family.” Pope rasps, chasing away the salt that leaks down his cheeks with the back of his hand. “I want to go to sleep next to the woman I love, to feel my daughter kick when I read her stories. I just want to be with them Baz. I just want to be with my girls.”

“You will be.” Baz says, clasping his brother’s shoulder tightly. “Let’s figure this shit out, let’s find a way to make that happen.”

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hobby1008 · 2 days ago

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The secret master

Liz x m reader

Tags: anal,creampies

Ive got a long-awaited vacation after a long time of being busy. She was packing to go to her parents' house to meet them.

Except for Liz, she told the members that she wanted to rest alone and stayed in the dorm.

When everyone left the dorm, she showed them why she wanted to stay alone.

She went into her room, took off all her clothes, searched on her laptop and played deepfake videos of herself and the members, then took out a masturbation tool and a vibrator from the drawer and started masturbating using lubricant.

She enjoyed her alone time by rubbing her clitoris with the vibrator and moving the masturbation tool in and out of her vagina. She especially used Wonyoung and Ray's videos a lot. Wonyoung excited her with his outstanding visuals and Ray was close to her.

The room was filled with her moans and the sound of wet water coming from her vagina.

You heard from Wonyoung that the members had left the dorm and headed there. You were usually going in and out of Ive’s dorm and cleaning theirs.

You skillfully entered the password and entered the dorm. At that moment, you heard a variety of mixed sounds, and you froze in place.

Wonyoung had clearly thought that there would be no one in the dorm because the members had left, but you unconsciously turned your body toward the sound of a woman masturbating from the room, and you recognized the person who was making the sound.

She was Liz, who had cuteness and visuals in Ive. Liz was a member who usually acted cute towards you and liked to be liked, but now she was left alone in the dorm and masturbating with a device. “Liz….” Liz was startled by the sudden sound of calling her name, and her eyes turned to the place where the device was pulled out.

“Oh…. Oppa?” She spoke softly, and was so shocked that she couldn’t do anything.

You were looking at the manipulated video of Wonyoung and Ray on the laptop. And Liz's face looking at you in surprise. And her white skin and her pink nipples rising. Her pussy glowing and shining

That was enough to make you stand up.

The two of you stared at each other for a while, and you were the first to come to your senses.

"Sorry… I didn't know Liz was here… I'll go."

"Wait a minute, oppa… Keep it a secret from Wonyoung." She begged earnestly. Wonyoung would definitely get incredibly angry if he saw this.

"Of course, I won't tell Wonyoung." She immediately reassured her.

But she didn't trust her words or had another reason, so she called you again.

"Oppa… I'll do whatever you want… I don't think I'm asking you to keep a secret for nothing."

You were flustered, your eyes wide open in front of her, and she knelt in front of you and rubbed her groin.

“Oppa, I’ll suck your dick.” She said, unzipping her pants and underwear in one go, revealing your dick.

“It’s so big… Is this because of me, oppa?” she asked. You nodded at her, and she stroked you a few times with a faint smile before opening her mouth and slowly putting it in.

She looked up at you and licked the tip of your dick a few times, and you enjoyed watching her put your dick in her mouth and lick it with her tongue.

You continued to let Liz suck your dick, stroking her head as she looked up at you with loving eyes. She finally tried to test herself by taking your dick a little deeper into her mouth, but she still thought it was too big. She picked up the pace, and you enjoyed her cute, yet inexperienced oral sex. “Look at me.” You said, enjoying watching her pretty face sink into your huge dick.

Liz puts her hands on your thighs and tries to push your dick deep into her throat. You can see that she’s still struggling, but she decides to help you, grabbing your head and gently pushing into your dick. She keeps a steady pace so that Liz gets used to your dick, not even half of it going into her throat.

Liz sees you’re satisfied and tries to put more of your dick in her mouth. “Fuck.” You say, grabbing her head and trying to push in more.

“Ah…. Liz, I want to feel your pussy.”

Liz then immediately lifts her hips off the bed and shakes them at you, saying,

“Use me as much as you want…. In exchange for a secret.”

You were rubbing your dick against her entrance… . “Ah,” you moan, and she enjoys the friction between your dick and her labia under you. And soon enough, she finally puts a little bit of your dick inside her.

Liz's pussy is so tight and warm that even your skilled cock struggles inside it, and her walls squeeze you hard from the start. "Ah, ah, ah, ah." Liz moans softly, and you knead her ass, pumping her pussy. "Oh, oh, oh, oh." She continues to moan.

"Liz, your pussy is so tight…." You told her.

You felt even more excited as Liz panted to your rhythm and her ass rippled. Then, the lubricant caught your eye. You opened it and applied it to her ass, and slowly began to insert your finger.

"Ah! Oppa, there…." You quickly started to pump her ass without letting her continue. It wrapped your hand even warmer than her pussy.

So your hand gradually spread open, and you began to insert your masturbation tool directly into the lubricated hole.

Liz gasped and moaned in pleasure that filled both holes, and began to twist the holes.

You lightly slapped her ass and said, “Liz, you’re one hell of a slut…. You’re driving me crazy.”

After a few hard thrusts into her pussy, you pulled everything out of both holes and fingered her, telling her.

“Liz…. Which hole do you want…. I’ll give you what you want.”

Liz took a few breaths and spread her legs in the position you were in, and said with a pleading look in her eyes. “Pussy…. I want to be filled with your dick.”

You smiled at her words and put the vibrator in her ass, turned the power up to the max, and said,

“Liz…. I’m going to put it deep in your pussy and make you cum, okay?” She nodded vigorously.

You slid your cock into her tight pussy in one go. She looked at you with happy eyes.

With both your cock and vibrator stimulating both holes, Liz moans with a look of intense pleasure seeking, “Oppa more…! Me!” You immediately follow her plea,

Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh, Liz screams as your cock sinks deep into her pussy. But you can’t stop. You pinch and rub the throbbing nipple to your rhythm. “Hmm, hmm,” she moans, soaking in pleasure. You thrust into her like a bull. “You’re a crazy whore, Liz,” you tell her, Liz moans as your cock sinks deeper into her pussy. “Hmm, hmm,” more moans burst from her mouth.

You soon feel the urge to cum. “Oh fuck! Liz take my cum!" He moans, emptying his balls into Liz's pink pussy. "Ah …

#girl group smut #ive smut #liz smut #kpop x male readr #idol smut

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kathleenkatmary · 2 days ago

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I really think it depends on the situation. If there's already a conversation happening where people are disagreeing with each other and they're doing it respectfully, then yeah, I think it's okay to jump on in. If it's not being done respectfully then it's probably best to just not engage at all. And of course, if the OP has asked for opinions, or you know them to be someone who welcomes different opinion and enjoys engaging in discussion, that's fine.

But if none of those things are true... well, I think it still depends. If it's a pretty common opinion within fandom, I don't think there's anything wrong with going to your own blog and talking about what you think. But if it's one that's not particularly common where it would be pretty obvious who you were responding to, then it's probably best to just leave it alone. Unless their take is like, horribly offensive in a way that's bigoted or based in really hateful mindsets or something like that.

I do think, though, that if someone blatantly mistags something (like putting anti-ship posts in a ship's tag, or shippy posts in an anti-ship tag, stuff like that), then that person does kind of lose the right to being treated according to respectful fandom etiquette, and you'd be totally in the right to rip their garbage takes to shreds.

As far as whether to to use replies or reblogs... I have no idea. I've never really found there to be too much difference when it comes to this kind of thing. Replies are good for when you want to respond to something but you don't want the whole post blasted out for all of your followers. So I suppose if your mindset is something along the lines of "I want to respond but I don't want a bunch of other people on my side of the fandom seeing it so that it won't result in a dogpile". But I feel like if that's the thought process behind it then it probably is just best to not respond at all.

EDIT: I also think that it's really important to pay attention to how an OP has tagged something. If someone has been careful to tag things in a way that it was clearly only meant to be seen and engaged with by certain parts of the fandom, then I do think it's pretty shitty to respond to it. While I am generally of the mindset that if someone is putting something on social media they're putting it on a public forum and they shouldn't get upset if people reply in disagreement, I also think the whole point of careful tagging like that is to make it less public, and that should be respected. I do feel like it's worth taking the few extra seconds to go back to the original post to see how it's tagged before responding.

And in general I just have very little respect for the "well people are too sensitive these days and if they can't handle a little disagreement on an opinion they post then they're just too sensitive and trying to isolate themselves from any disagreement and that's just bad etc etc." Because we have no idea what's going on in anyone else's lives. What they do and how they act on tumblr is just a small part of who most people here are, and there's just no way to look at how they act on tumblr or engage with fandom and know anywhere close to enough about them to make those kinds of judgement. For all we know, that person might deal with disagreements and different opinions all day with grace and respect, and they like their fandom hobby to be the one place where they don't have to deal with that. There are all kinds of reasons that a person might not want to engage with different opinions when it comes to fandom, and in most cases you're probably never going to know enough about that person to know why, or to make some kind of "well they just can't handle anyone disagreeing with them so they shouldn't be posting online" assessment.

So many people act like this whole "people just can't handle others disagreeing with them" idea is like, THE big problem of fandom, or even just online discourse, but I think the biggest problem is how little respect people are willing to extend to others. People will come up with so many excuses to just not have to treat someone else with even just a little bit of respect, and to frame themselves as still being in the right.

i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane

*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.

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cherrygirlfriend · 1 day ago

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─── PROFESSOR REID ♡

♡ pairing: husband!spencer x wife!reader

♡ summary: what your life was like after your husband was reassigned to professor duties (based on s13 e16)

♡ warnings / tags: fluff, smut, MDNI!!!

♡ author's notes: didn’t mean to make this smutty but i got carried away i’m sorry!

SPENCER REID MASTERLIST ♡

maybe it was selfish, but even though it was taking a toll on spencer to not be united with his team, you loved the fact that your husband was reassigned to professor duties. your husband came home to you every night and you could all have dinner as a family, your daughter could get a kiss goodnight from him every night before sleeping instead of having to say goodnight via phone while he was in whichever city solving whichever case, and best of all… he spent every night sleeping right next to you. for once, you could sleep comfortably knowing he wasn't putting his life in danger.

not having to use your imagination whenever you got in the mood also helped. now you could actually feel his lips on your neck, his head between your legs as he gripped your thighs, moaning as if eating you out was more enjoyable for him than it was for you, every thrust basically whispering to you that spencer couldn't live without you...

in your case, distance did not make the heart grow fonder, because the more time he spent at home, the more you missed him when he wasn't at home. the more you craved to have his arms around you. but the funniest part about it all? the fact that spencer really had no idea how the world outside the BAU sometimes worked.

"i found out something funny today." spencer said once the two of you were in bed. you looked up from your book, putting it face down on your bed, and turned to face him, "what's up? what is it, baby?" "a majority of my class are just people auditing."

you let out a quiet snort, making your husband turn to you with a confused look on his face, his brows knitting together, "what?" "let me ask you this," you tried to suppress the grin on your face, "what kind of people were the students that were just auditing the lesson?"

spencer thought for a moment, scratching the back of his head with his lips pursed. then, his eyes narrowed and he looked to you, "well, most of them were women."

"can you think of a reason why a bunch of young women would want to audit a handsome professor's class? especially when said professor has the lamest educational jokes."

"what do you mean?"

your husband's cluelessness made you burst into laughter. you shook your head, rolling your eyes playfully, before finally looking to him with a small smile, "they think you're hot."

"what?"

"the reason people are auditing your classes? yeah, they think you're hot." "i wouldn't really... consider myself... that attractive." spencer said warily, making you deadpan. "spencer, are you kidding me?" you snorted, "if i was your student i'd be sending you anonymous love letters. but you'd probably be able to tell they were from me in an instant."

"i probably would." spencer shrugged.

"if you were my professor..." you purred, moving to straddle spencer's lap, "i'd secretly send some... scandalous pictures of myself." "oh?" "oh, yes, professor reid." you leaned close to his ear, feeling as spencer's hands started to trail up your thighs, "i'd send you something very naughty and inappropriate."

spencer let out a soft laugh, before flipping you over on the bed, a squeal leaving your lips as his erection ground into you, causing you to let out a whine, "you want me to give you a lesson, mrs. reid?"

his words made you giggle, but as you were busy doing that, spencer had already started to peel off your panties. one thing you noticed; after he'd gotten out of prison and spencer started spending more time at home, his sex drive had rocketed. and so had yours, not even realizing how wet the silly flirtation between you two had made you.

spencer brought his middle finger to your entrance, causing you to gasp as he dragged it up to your clit, before pulling it back and inspecting the arousal-coated digit.

"scandalous indeed..." spencer said thoughtfully, making you giggle. you watched as he started pulling down his boxer briefs, his cock standing at attention the moment it was freed, a hiss of pleasure leaving his lips.

spencer dragged his cock up your slit to press it against your clit before bringing it back down to your entrance. and just like every time, a sigh of relief left his lips when he buried even the head of his cock into you.

every inch of him felt more and more heavenly until you finally felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. then he pulled back, only to thrust himself back into you.

spencer picked up the perfect pace, your husband having memorized your body from every reaction you'd given to any movement his body had made against yours, spencer long hand trailing down to your clit just at the moment you needed it to without you even having to say it.

"spencer..." you whined softly, like his name was the only thing you could remember, like you worshipped him. in these moments, spencer always knew he had the upper hand; he knew just the moves that drew you absolutely crazy.

only for you to clench yourself around his cock, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock around your slick walls, a whine leaving spencer's lips, making you feel victorious.

and as each of you slowly got closer and closer to the edge, each of you tried to one-up the other, just to prove that you knew the other better, to prove you knew their body better.

"come for me..." spencer mumbled as he picked up his pace, making you groan as you were trying to hold back your orgasm, "no... come for me..." you mumbled, squeezing your walls together, making spencer still inside of you.

and once again, you won, feeling spencer let out warm spurts of come into you as he let out a groan of your name, only to feel the knot in your stomach come undone seconds after him, your brain releasing oxytocin and dopamine that made every part of your body feel blissed out.

"i win..." you mumbled breathlessly.

"this time." your husband challenged.

TAGLIST: @purpleplumpudding, @cinnamoncunt, @nonietosay

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asce-of-hearts · 2 days ago

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Good Grief

Contents: When Toji got hired to kill a seemingly innocent woman, he didn't expect cupid to shoot him in the heart instead.

more Toji content here

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WC: 6.3k

WARNINGS: TOJI WANTS TO KILL YOU FOR A WHILE (ITS HIS JOB), TOJI BEING DOWN BAD, INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS FROM TOJIS BEHALF WRITTEN LIKE THIS, SMUT!!!!!! SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT, STRANGERS TO LOVERS!!! PENETRATIVE SEX, DOGGY STYLE, MATING PRESSES, AGAINST THE WALL, ORAL (RECIEVING), FINGERING, SQUIRTING, PRAISE, RAW SEX, BREEDING KINK.

Toji expected an easy job when he got this call.

How hard could it be? You were young, you didn't expect it. You were a woman who had the bad luck of having a bitter ex who put a target on your head. It wasn't your fault, really, but there was so much Toji could do when he had already accepted the cash and spent it all in horse races. It would be swift, it would be quick, it would be dealt with in the blink of an eye. You would stop breathing, and your funeral would be held a few days after, probably.

The street was crowded, providing a nice camouflage for him. He only needed to pretend to bump into you, and he would shoot in that second. You wouldn't even feel it. He tries to find you in the ocean of people, eyes scanning for faces amongst faces. And then, he sees you, completely oblivious to what's about to happen. Shit, you have such a pretty face.

It's not your fault that you're completely his type. It's not your fault he's about to put a bullet through your abdomen.

He walks closer, taking his time. Not knowing why guilt is bubbling inside his stomach. He has done this countless times before, he has killed people much younger and much older. And yet, this time, he feels like he shouldn't be. How idiotic.

His plan falls into action before anyone can react. Your bodies touch in an "accidental bump" because he pretends he can't see you. His fingers reach for the trigger, and the gun gets stuck. He curses under his breath as you take a step back. You're about to give him a mouthful, for sure.

"Hey!" You gasp, looking at his shirt, and he swallows, hiding the gun as best as he can while unsticking the trigger. He really needs this job, he really, really does. "We like the same band." Your words hit him like a truck going a thousand miles per hour. His breath hitches, and he stops toying with the trigger. His brows furrow, just a little, completely out of his control.

"They're shit." He spits out, curt. And you give him a grin, eyes crinkling at the corners. He prevents the blush from rising to his ears as he clenches his knuckles inside his pockets until they're white.

"That's why I like them." Oh, he could marry you right there. He could kneel and propose with that same bullet he was about to put through your pretty skull. He could, he could, he could. But he won't, instead, an enigmatic smile plays on his lips, even if it ends up looking more like a grimace because of his scar. You offer him a much kinder look, much less sharp than he could ever aspire to look at anyone. "I'm ___." You stick your hand out, an awkward gesture. He feels about to faint, his hand strangely clammy as he takes yours. He completely engulfs your little fingers, he could break them if he wanted to.

"Toji." Only his name manages to slip out of his lips. He doesn't know, he really doesn't know how or why or when, but he feels so uneasy next to you, so small. He doesn't know you, he doesn't have to know you, he could end this quickly and disappear from your life, even if your ghost would haunt him in the corners of the room he slept in at night. But he finds himself unable to. You're a vision, you're a blessing, you're everything he could've asked for. Or at least he thinks so, at least his heart tells him that. Does he even have a heart? He doesn't know, he can feel it pounding inside his ribcage, taunting him, making fun of his lack of self-control. Since when has he become like this? Women have never been a problem for him. So why? Why are you?

And when did he ask for your number? And when did he get your number? And when did he agree to walk with you towards God knows where? He doesn't know. And to be honest, he doesn't quite care.

The fact that you're capable to talk and talk and talk and not have him register even half the words should be studied. He should be studied. He can only stare.

You're pretty, too pretty actually. The way you style your hair, the way your body moves, the way you talk with your hands while talking with your mouth. Yeah, you're enticing. He can't help it when his eyes dart downwards, at the pair of perfect tits that bounce a little every time you jump excitedly while recalling something.

And he's great at pretending. Really, he is awesome at pretending he's listening. Just a few "yeah's" and "what else, doll?" are able to have you rambling for another eternity. Your voice is a nice background noise, manages to keep his darkest thoughts at bay. And also, distracts him from the fact that he can't kill you at this little cafe, and that he's probably going to have to intimidate the cashier into letting you both go for free, because... he doesn't have a penny to his name in that moment. Or better yet...

"Hey— Sorry for interruptin'," His voice is a little gruff in that moment. You nod, as if forgiving him. How pious. "You ever had a drink and run?" He asks, giving you a lazy grin as he pushes his chair a little. You give him a puzzled look.

"A... A what? Is that like a special drink or—?" He lets out a dry chuckle, then takes your hand.

"You take a drink," He pushes your almost empty cup closer to you, his eyes scanning the cafe until he finds a viable route. You take a sip, cocking a brow as you put the cup down. Then, he lifts you up from your chair with ease, you choke a gasp. "And then we run."

You don't even register the moment in which your feet have left the ground, or when you're blocks away from that cafe. Your eyes are very wide, and then he sets you back down on the floor once you're inside an alley way. It seems to have happened in mere seconds, in the blink of an eye. He wears that same lazy smile, leaning against a wall as he crosses his arms.

"Guess... guess that was my first." You mumble, suddenly red in the face as Toji cackles at your reaction, peeking through the corner to see that nobody has followed you both. Nobody has, which is relieving. "Great first impresion, Toji. But you could've asked me to pay."

The playful tone of your words makes him feel something strange, and get hard underneath his pants. He clears his throat, taking advantage of the darkness of the night to subtly hide his problem. He shrughs.

"Thought you girls hated that," He says, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you out of the alley way. "Now, in my... chilvarious pursuit. I intend to walk you home." Your giggle is enough of an answer for him to continue walking alongside you, guided by your little form, until you stop on your tracks, eyes very wide.

"I forgot my purse in there."

Well, shit.

Using his... abilities to help you break into your own home has Toji now granting you two favors in a day. Getting you home safe and not killing you. Two more than he has ever granted anyone else.

It's funny, really. How you have escaped death today. In another time, another place, another universe you're dead, bleeding out on the ground, and haunt him with your lifeless eyes whenever he closes his. Fortunately or not, that didn't happen. But it could, it should.

Your apartment is small, cozy. There's not much to see, nothing particularly valuable to steal, but it's yours, and that makes it certainly special, even if he would never admit it.

"Please, take a seat. I'll bring you a glass of water." You say, kicking off your shoes as running to the kitchen to pour two glasses of water. You gulp down yours quickly, as if you were agitated or short of breath. He's more languid in his actions, slowly surveying the place, looking for threats or weapons, for someone to pounce at him and cut his throat. He finds none, the only disturbing thing being a scale figure of a little dog with eyes that are too big for it's head. Staring at him, defying him, taunting him to finish the job he started. Your figure plopping down next to him over the sofa the only thing that pulls him out of his disturbing thoughts and menacing whispers.

"Thanks." His voice is gruff, and those words roll out of his tongue unnaturaly. He feels strange, out of place. But he takes the cup you've given him with gentle hands. "You don't mind me staying for a while, do you?" He gives you a tired smile with half lidded eyes. Maybe in that time he'll be able to muster enough courage to finally end you. Mercifully, maybe he'll choke you to death, crushing your windpipe will certainly be easy, quick and swift. You'll be dead before he even finishes that glass of water.

Then again, the cup is already half empty when he sets it down. And you're still breathing, chatting at him about something he didn't entirely listen to.

"Let me kiss you," Your words take him by susprise, tensing. You chuckle at this, hands coming to cop a feeling at his muscles. You had wanted to do this for a while. "You took me on a date and took me home as well. You clearly deserve a reward." You tilt your head to the side, like a puppy. Cute.

"Kissing s'my reward?" He grins, dark thoughts buried for now. "Thought I deserved more than that. Guess I better be on my best behavior if I want anything else next time." He purrs, leaning closer. You cup his face with his hands, feeling the sharpness of his jawline. And press a soft, open mouthed kiss. Barely a peck. You both let out an airy laugh, eyes closed, deepening the kiss.

"Well... you haven't taken me out for dinner yet..." You murmur, and his hands trap your waist, rubbing soft circles over the clothes skin with his thumbs.

"You want us to leave without paying once more, princess?" He croons, slowly setting you down over the sofa. Your pretty form sprawled out for him. Legs spread, threathening to wrap around his waist, and face a little flushed. He takes a good moment to look at you, really look at you. The prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on. His eyes flash with something strange, regret, almost anger. And he shakes his head. "No. Sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"I want you to do it, Toji." You say firmly, taking your shirt off. Breasts exposed, falling to the side as you set yourself back on the sofa. "Please. I- I won't mind..." You avert your gaze, biting your finger. And he takes a deep breath. Rough, calloused hands come to rest over the swell of your breasts. He gives them a little squeeze, smiling to himself when he hears the smallest gasp leave your lips. "Stop teasing." You whisper, and he finally takes his shirt off.

"Sorry, doll. Didn't mean to keep you waiting," He sighs, slowly pulling down your pants, you lift your hips to make it easier for him to do so. Your panties already wet with slick, a little stain making itself visible. He grins, showing that row of perfectly aligned sharp teeth in the faintest yellowish color. He sticks his tongue out, and liiiiiiicks at your clothed cunt, sucking at where he thinks your clit is. Earning himself a moan of his name, and his hair getting pulled with roughness. "Eager for me, mama?"

"I told you to stop playing." You hiss, and he tears your underwear this time. Shreds of cloth falling all over the place as he places both of your thighs parallel to his ears.

"M'not, and I ain't fucking you today," Another looooong lick all over the expanse of your slick. You shudder. "But I'll make you cum. After all... I promised to be on my best behavior. Didn't I?" His words are slurred, whispered against your heat. And he dives in, arms perfectly securing his grip on your legs. You can see the muscle flex every time you try and jerk back from his expert touches, keeping you in place. He sucks at your clit, eating you out like a man starved. It starts slow at first, allowing you to ride his face comfortably, grind all over that perfectly straight nose. And then, it becomes sloppy, animalistic. He spits at your hole, a thick glob of translucid saliva that travels downwards until it lands on your other winking hole, his tongue invades your insides. The muscle fucking you with expert presition, knowing exactly where to aim. Your g-spot getting grazed and teased in a maddening way. Your eyes have rolled back, your fingers digging into his scalp as you moan and whrite under Toji's embrace.

He goes back to your clit, making out with it even more eagerly than he did with you. Kissing and smooching and puckering his lips so he won't ever let go of that precious little skin pearl. Your head is spinning, circles in your eyes as Toji completely devours your pretty pussy.

"Cum for me, ma. Think I can make you- hah-" He smiles when he seas your chest heaving as you try and catch your breath in that brief second of respite he has given you. "Think you can squirt all over my face?" He doesn't let you answer, two fingers driving themselves inside your gummy walls, not asking for permission. You howl, throwing your head back and lifting your hips as he starts to finger fuck you roughly. "Whatever. I'll see for myself." He hisses, spitting over your clit again. Fingers fucking you, tongue suctioning. His pace is relentless, completely ruthless. He's aching for the complete destruction of any thought that could form that isn't related to him or his ministrations. And finally, you feel the know in your stomach unraveling quickly, without warning.

"Cummingcummingcumming!" You repeat like a mantra, squirting all over Toji's face. He opens his mouth wide, catching as much of it as he can inside his mouth. Once satisfied, he licks his lips, and cleans his mouth with his arm while shooting you a lusty glare.

"Think we can make that two, doll?"

"I didn't kill her," He plants himself in front of the man who put a target on your back. Like a child about to be scolded, even if he could break that fuckers neck if he wanted to. For now, he has self restraint. "It didn't work."

"Well, make it work!" He barks, and Toji feels his self restraint slipping further and further away. "Get inside her house and kill her. Just don't fuck her. You hear me, Toji? Do not, fuck her."

"Alright." He murmurs, walking away with a cloudy mind.

Now he really has to fuck you.

"You scared me. For a moment I thought you just wanted a quick fuck and then you would ghost me."

Well, you were half right. He had tried to ghost you. To forget about you and your beautiful face and your heavenly cunt. But he couldn't, he ended up tossing and turning thinking and thinking and thinking about how your stupid ex could have gotten another assassin, another pawn to get rid of you. In that same moment, you could be dead. Someone stabbed you, shot in the head, in the stomach, holes piercing through your skin like it's soft, melted butter. He can't stop thinking about it and he ends up calling, just to hear you, to make sure you're still breathing.

"Nah. I'm not that type of guy." He flashes you a lazy grin, crouching a little so he won't hit himself in the head as he enters your little place. He takes a good look at you. You're wearing a worn out shirt of a stupid band he also likes, your hair is a little messy, you're only wearing some shorts that barely fit and your tiny toes are exposed to the cold floor. He wants to groan. You're exactly his type.

Instead, his large hands meet your face, cupping it gently. And he presses a soft smooch to your forehead. Barely there, enough for him to smell your shampoo and feel the softness of your skin. So different from him, so perfect in his arms, so everything he has ever desired. The knife, poisoned and sharpened, forgotten somewhere inside his pockets. And he sighs, defeated, resigned. He isn't killing you. He has decided.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight." He says with all the seriousness in the world, green irises digging holes in your head from how intense his gaze is. And your eyes widen, appalled, flustered. A dumb, shy smile appearing on your face.

"Ah-... Alright then." You muster, closing the door as you guide him to your room.

"Just stick it in, Toji. I'll be fine." You have been pleading for him to hurry up ever since you entered the bedroom. And he has refused, because he knows that his size is... considerable, to say the least. "You act like I'm a virgin who has never, you know. I'll be fine, I swear."

"___," He tries to be patient, forcing a smile. "You might as well be one, because trust me, you haven't seen a cock like mine."

You pout, glaring at him. Cute.

"Is it a meter long or something?"

"It is," He deadpans, and for a moment you short circuit at the curtness of his words. Then his gaze softens again. "No, but its big. And it'll hurt if I stick it in right away. So, you'll quit insisting, and you'll let me get you ready to take all of me like a good girl. We clear?"

Your pride would never let you admit that being called that stroke a chord it shouldn't have. And you fold, immediately, with a loud sigh.

"Fiiiiiine," You pull down your shorts, giving him full access to your cunt. Already slick, just making out with him gets you all wet, how embarrasing. He would never tell you that his boxers are exactly in the same state, embarrasingly flooded in pre. "Can you still hurry up?" You whine, and his face meets your pussy in that instant. Mouth delving into his favorite meal without any other care in the world. He's warm and he's strong, and you're lost in the sensation of having his mouth sucking at your clit, toying with his tongue in the process. Multitasking, how quaint.

Your legs over his shoulders has become his favorite thing, specially since it involves you crushing his head with your thighs. He doesn't care about the lack of air, at how his lungs burn as you pull him deeper and deeper and never let go of his hair as he continues to eat you out, tongue delving inside your little hole. He alternates between long, languid licks all over the expanse of your slick and tongue-fucking you like he was born with that exact purpose. His hips hump the mattress, aching for some sort of relief inside his trousers, underwear completely ruined right now by how much he's leaking from the angry, red tip of his clothed cock. He grunts and groans as he continues, his job isn't done until you cum at least twice inside his mouth, or over his face. His eyes closed, concentrating as you continue to pull at his raven locks. And finally he feels it, or rather hears you scream his name louder than before. Tensing, his ministrations stop, but his hands come to rest over your hips, steading you as you ride your first orgasm.

You breathe heavily, eyes wide and seeing stars as you recover from the intense sensation. Your grip on his hair loosens, and then tightens once more as his fingers enter the equation this time. The slick sounds of your wet cunt recieving his digits with all the joy in the world almost make you cringe, a reminder of what you are doing, and with who.

"W-Wait— I— S'too—" He hushes you, his fingers pumping in and out of you quicker, his tongue circling your clit as he wears the dirtiest grin.

"Shh, easy there. Can't you see she's enjoyin' this too much? Wouldn't want her to miss out on another biiiiig o," His words are slurred as he talks to your cunt in the most pussy-drunk way possible, spitting at your hole before curling his fingers, making you throw your head back and arch your back. "See? You're enjoying this soooo much, dirty girl. You don't want me to stop, ever." He growls, lips meeting your clit once more, and sucking. The combination of his thick fingers fucking you like he hates you and his tongue sucking the soul out of you through your clit makes your head spin, you almost feel dizzy, almost feel out of it, almost feel like you're about to have a heart attack. But you don't, instead, you squirt again. All over his face, coating his upper body with your precious slick. And Toji recieves it gladly, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out like a whore, drinking you.

This time he allows you to catch your breath. Two orgasms in a row aren't an easy task, even for him. He won't admit it but his hand is just a little tired, and his cock aches like never before. But he has to wait, he must—

"Toji," Your voice comes out in a wheeze, out of breath. But somehow, in some way, you sound angry. "If you don't fuck me right now I will ride you until you're cumming blood." You hiss, and he grins.

"Don't treathen me with a good time." He whispers, stading up and pulling you towards the end of your bed. He flips you over, making you yelp and he spanks your ass, once. "And don't talk to me like that," He spits at your pussy, a little gaped now, ready to accomodate him and what he described as his 'considerable manhood'. You wonder if its really that big, maybe he just has a big ego. So you turn your head to the side, just enough to get a good view of him taking his pants off. Belt falling to the ground with a loud clank, and then he kicks off his pants. You're met with a bulge, a tent, and you suck air through your teeth as his cock is freed from its confinements. Big? Big is an understatement, that thing is monstrous. Menacing and tall, slapping against his washboard abs once as it bobs up and down, threathening to rearrange your insides.

Oh, you can't wait.

He pumps it twice, as if it could get any bigger, any harder. And spreads your hole open with his free hand, spitting again, you can feel his spit traveling all the way down. He aligns his cock head with your entrance, making you tense.

"Easy there, I already told you..." He murmurs, hands steadying your hips, or rather trapping you in place. "It won't hurt if you relax. Come on, be strong for me, ma. Didn't come all the way here just for you to dip out at the last second."

"Hold me." You can only murmur, only plead. And his gaze softens, his body bending until it falls over you like a protective blanket. His abs against your back, his breathing behind your ear. A shaky breath escapes your lips as the head smooooooches the wet entrance to your cunt, and slooooowly pushes in. The sensation is foreign, but not unpleasant, he stays there for a while. Because if Toji moved further, he would've cum on the spot.

"Heh, s'like I'm mountin' you..." He murmurs, one hand traveling to rub the expanse of your stomach in a soothing motion. A part of your brain is relieved, the other wishes it would travel further downwards to toy with your abused clit. "We... We have two options, mama. I can thrust it in quickly, in one move, or I could take it slow, let you get used to it. The one you feel most comfortable with, don't want you to end up with a punctured lung or something because I did the wrong thing." You know it is physically impossible for his cock to pierce in that deep, but oh, does it feel like it could in that moment. You try and think, try and form a coherent sentence, organize any thought that could appear in your mind aside from Toji mounting you like a bitch in heat.

"Please," You whimper. "Just fuck me, Toji. Just fuck me." You plead, and if he's something, that is obedient. So, with a lick to the shell of your ear, he thrusts it all the way inside. The motion is quick, forceful, it passes all the restraints your pretty, tight pussy could've had. His cock now nestled deep inside, hugged by your warm walls. He feels like he's in heaven, no pussy should feel this good. But then again, you're exactly his type.

The second thrust is slower, languid, testing the waters.

"Look, she doesn't wanna let go," He can feel your walls gripping him so tight it almost hurts, not wanting him to pull out. He goes back to standing as he keeps you bent over your bed, legs shaking as he presses your lower back against the mattress, keeping your in place. He pulls back until only the tip remains inside, and then he thrusts it back inside. You moan loudly, and he grunts when your insides tighten even more. He has lost any and all restraints, mental and physical. He is now fucking you, mounting you like a dog mounts a bitch. His hands are busy roaming over your body, finally one settling around your waist to have an anchor, something to help him fuck you harder, faster, better, and the other trapping both your wrists with ease. His head is spinning, little hearts in his pupils as he blows your back out like nobody has ever done before. Completely enamoured by the way your ass recoils and ripples every time his pelvis meets the soft expanse of skin. He's a man possessed, possessed by carnal thoughts and desires, and for a strange ache in his heart he decides to ignore in that moment. There's more thing's to take care of right now, like seeing how hard he can make you orgasm, and how many rounds he can go until he's cumming blood.

Lots of things to figure out.

You lay there, next to him, naked and spent. Your breathing slow, your skin littered with bruises and bite marks. Your legs haven't stopped shaking, even while asleep. Your back faces him as he props himself on one elbow. Rough, calloused hands coming to caress your naked skin, eliciting little goose-bumps. He smiles to himself.

He could kill you in that moment, actually. It wouldn't be hard. You're so small, so weak. He could really just... press a little too hard on your chest and break a rib, puncture a lung, watch it as you gasp for air, plead for him to help you, only for him to not do it. To just... look at you like nothing is wrong. But he won't, he can't.

Fuck. He really wants to see your face when you orgasm now.

Toji tosses the cash right at the feet of your ex.

"I'm not doing it."

"What?"

"I'm not killing her." He deadpans, standing tall. Eyes cold as he stares at the man who almost made him miss out on the best sex of his life, with the woman who he wants to spend the rest of his miserable nights with.

"You can't do this," Your ex hisses, your ex, how did he fumble so hard? How could he ever loose a woman like you? Stupid motherfucker. "You can't do this! I want her to die! If I can't have her then nobody can! Go and kill her in this instant!"

"Well, too bad," He shrugs. "Already had her for quite a while." He grins, looking away as he rememorates all the times he made you scream and moan under him. At how you were crying when he was finished with you, and maybe he was too, cock oversensitive from how good it felt to be fucking your warm walls.

"You did not," He screams at Toji's words. "You did not! I'll kill that whore myself. I'll ki—" The words are cut by a gunshot, right between that man's brows. And Toji crouches down, retrieving the money.... and stealing some more from his wallet, because he can. Finally, he tucks the gun away, and pulls out his phone, dialing someone.

"Remember you said you wanted me to take you out for dinner?" He says, trying to remember any nice place he knows.

"I... I guess so. Why?" Your voice distorts through the line, making you sound like a little squeaking mouse.

"Well, get changed. I'll be there in a while."

"I thought we were leaving without paying again."

"Nah, I had the cash this time." His hand finds the small of your back, guiding you outside the restaurant. Nothing fancy, just a good sushi place he knew. It feels like the first official date, intended to be romantic, to be a moment for the two of you. How many weeks has it really been since you two met? Since Toji decided not to kill you. Well, too late for worrying about that, his stomach is full, you're both a little drunk, and your apartment is quiet. In what seems like seconds you're already in your room, making out as he spreads your legs over the bed. Your dress lifted until the skirt is only hanging around your waist, and Toji's hands grope at your breasts over the fabric, making you moan and gasp between sloppy kisses and tongues dancing against each other. He peppers wet kisses all over your jaw and neck, biting over your collarbone, peppering little marks that'll stay there for a while. How he wishes it could be forever.

He pulls the dress down, looking up at you with lusty eyes as he lowers his body, his mouth quickly finding your nipple and giving it a looooong lick all over the aureola, then sucking, just barely, enjoying how the other hardens between his fingers. He keeps licking and sucking at your tits, alternating between lewd slurps of your skin to full on suckling. His hand travels downwards, rubbing your clit over your panties. Useless pieces of fabric that get in the way of his favorite little pussy. He would rip them apart, but he's trying to play nice this time. After all he promised to be on his best behavior. He tugs at the hem, as if asking for permission to tug them down. You only give him a shaky gasp in response, and so his hand is finally able to find its designated place. Fingers that rub slow circles over your clit, then flick it gently, you throw your head back, and Toji uses your hair as leverage to pull your head upwards once more.

"Wanna see your face, ma. Want you to look me in the eye when you cum," He smiles. "You'll forgive me for not eating you out today? I just can't think of anythin' other that splitting you open on my cock. Making you squirt all over me again." He says with a ragged breath, as if he was agitated just thinking about it. His fingers pump in and out of your hole at a steady pace, then remain inside, pressing and taunting at your sweet spots as they curl against your g-spot. You nod, mouth agape as sweet moans continue to pour out of your lips, music to his ears.

When he feels like he has spread your pussy enough, he pulls his fingers out. Licking them clean with the lewdest grin.

"Y'know, I kept thinking about fucking you in missionary, but I didn't want you to think I'm boring this early in our relationship," You squeak when he lifts you up, easily manhandling you. Your body hairs stand when the cold wall presses against your back, making you shiver. He keeps looking at you with that intense stare he has, as if he wanted to devour you whole just with a look. His hands steady you by grabbing your ass, your legs hanging uselessly against either one of his shoulders. And you're aware just of how obscene the situation really is. Your legs will be disgustingly sore by the morning, you're sure of that. But its no use worrying about that right now, not when Toji's cock is pressing incessantly against your folds, rubbing himself over them to coat it with your slick, which drips out of your cunt like a leaking faucet, little droplets pooling at the floor. You feel like a slut, so wet just from getting a little manhandled by this absolute mountain of a man. Your mouth falls into a little 'o' once the tip tries to push past the resistance of your little hole, easily due to the amount of slick you're producing. It slides inside in a swift motion, half way. And you already feel knocked out, like he really has punctured a lung or another internal organ. And he, oh, he feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest and crack through his ribs with just how pretty you look all fucked out on his cock.

"You're tearing me apart." You whine, mewling as he thrusts forward, burying his cock all the way inside. He looks downwards for just a moment, seeing the little bulge that protrudes from inside. He's there, buried to the hilt, and a manic grin appears over his handsome features, scar widening as he does so.

"Oh, I am," You feel like the hole apartment building shakes from how hard he's thrusting, veins popping up from the sheer strenght of his grip on you. "And you're looooving it. Aren't you, sweet girl?" You feel like your head is spinning at his words, squirting again in what feels like a split second just from how deep he's reaching. Your eyes wide, mouth agape and brows furrowed. This is what he wanted to see, that gorgeous expression when he made you come undone under him, when you were starting to get fucking stupid just from recieving his generous twenty-eight centimeters inside your aching hole. You're over the moon, he's over the moon. And your cunt? Your cunt is overstuffed, overjoyed, overeverything as he fucks the orgasm out of you, completely drenched in your essence.

"Is it too early to tell you I've always wanted the first one to be a girl?" He says, hips moving at a steady pace, red imprints of his fingers left all over your thighs and ass cheeks. You feel like the air is being knocked out of your longs, until all you can breathe in is the masculine scent of sweat and cheap cologne that comes from his body. "You will give me one, right, ___?" He asks, practically whimpering at the idea of knocking you up, of making you his. And you nod, breaking him completely.

The wall is forgotten as you hit the mattress. He spits at your hole, hands on the underside of your thighs as he folds you in half, like a pretzel, and slides himself inside you once more.

"Yes, Toji! I- I love you!" You whine, and he cums inside. Raw, unfiltered, moaning as he pours all of him inside. But it's not enough, clearly not enough, when his cock still stands tall and proud, aching to make sure you don't leave this bed if you aren't pregnant.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," He repeats like a mantra, lost in his thoughts. "I'm gonna make you pregnant, I'm gonna take your last name and our children. Oh, our children," His voice breaks as his mouth falls agape, practically drooling as he sees the overstuffed results of his ministrations. His cum overflowing from your cunt, and he still needs more, needs to pump you full of his kids. "With my eyes, and your nose, and your everything." Another load escapes him, how pathetic, how silly, he's cumming so fast and so much just from thinking about your future together. He's a man possessed, a man in love.

The bump is small, barely noticeable. If you wear one of his shirts it almost seems like you aren't pregnant. But he insists on rubbing it every chance he gets.

The last couple months of domestic bliss have tamed him, made him gain a few pounds as well. He's like a big cat, an enormous black panther that curls to your side every chance it gets. And you couldn't ask for anything more. Standing next to the kitchen counter, snacking on whatever craving your body decided it needed this time, and his hands leave your body for a moment.

"Would you look at this," He starts, and you turn around to find him with a ring in hand. A golden band with a small gemstone in the color of his eyes. And you almost jump from the surprise, stumbling backwards. He chuckles. "Jesus, woman. You're acting like I'm pointing a gun at you."

Your face heats up, brows furrowing.

"Can't you be normal for once?" You say, tears already pooling at the corners of your eyes, and he sighs. Nodding as he gets in one knee.

"___, will you marry m—" You're jumping over him before he can finish the sentence. Answering with a tender kiss pressed over his lips as he slides the band over your ring finger.

siiiiiiiigh, my first longfic in a while. hope you enjoyed this c:

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artstennisracket · 1 day ago

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s (stamina) with dodge mason pleak

congratulations my sweet baby angel <3

merry berryyyyyyy my love, of course you can have stamina with the lone cowboy himself🙂‍↕️

nsfw alphabet: s for stamina

pairing: dodge mason x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), squirting (throw another s in there why not)

Dodge has ridiculous stamina. At first you just assumed that the shy cowboy had limited sexual experiences. He was an outsider. No one in town really knew him.

Turns out all that moving around only added to his body count, his experience, and his stamina. And the fact that his mom worked such long shifts, he’d be home alone with his sister most days. But she’d never tell on him for having girls over.

Usually something would set him off. Like whenever you wore daisy dukes and cowgirl boots? Fuck yeah. Don’t even get him started on when you wear his cowboy hat. Today you didn’t even think anything of it when you threw on one of his flannels he had left at your house.

You would go for rounds at a time. There was no such thing as a quickie with Dodge. He loved making you fall apart, watching you fall apart for him. Between fucking you, fingering you, eating you out, and doing all those things all over, and over, and over again.

It got to the point where he’d overstimulate you on purpose because he loved watching you squirm, “Yeah c’mon you can take it. Just wanna fuck you one more time baby,” He moans as he assaults that spongy spot inside you over and over again. You were on top, riding him, flannel on but unbuttoned of course. But he always got impatient. Grabbing your hips and fucking up into you. This was also his favorite position by name (cowgirl duh) and because he knew he could get so much deeper. And because then you’d do that thing he likes.

You fell forward, hands resting on either side of his head. “Dodge I’m gonna—it’s gonna be mess,” you whine. Telling by the wet squelching coming from your pussy where his cock was pummeling into you, it was already too late.

“You know I don’t care,” He grunts out, maintaining his pace, “C’mon, make a mess for me.” He locks his eyes on yours, maintaining eye contact. You could see the effort on his face, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Yet somehow it still looked effortless. The way his biceps flexed and his abs rippled as he held you up while simultaneously assaulting your cervix.

You didn’t even get a chance to put a towel down beforehand but it wasn’t like you could stop.

“Ah—shit, Dodge, baby I’m gonna—fuck“

He was already pulling out halfway so you could squirt. That was his goal. He fucks you through it, letting you squirt all over his dick. At the end, he buries himself deep inside you to finish, filling you up, “So fucking hot—god,” He groans.

You sigh, collapsing onto his chest while he pulls out, “Now we’re gonna have to change the sheets again.”

“Since the sheets are already dirty, what if we just go again—“

“Dodge,” you start, sternly, “You’re fucking insatiable.”

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#i thought they were trying to being awareness to gayness despite not being gay themselves?#notes are saying it was pure manufacturing but even if it was#they still had a positive impact i thought? like i though that was the purpose and it was FOR lgbt folks and not a representation of the#women themselves#tho if they werent upfront abt it from thr beginning then yea its queerbaity i just thought that wasn't their endgoal#iunnno#tho ppl are saying one of them is homophobic which is rly confusing . why get involved in queer stuff if u already hated it#the money ig? but that means u gotta cuddle up to another woman in a romantic context?? i dont get it#why put urself thru that. idc abt the potential reasons bc it still not tru to ur values etc#yea anyway good musics OP here! You might want to check my Obezyanka Nol fansub addition/link as I discuss some of their lore so you don't get misinformed/confused by what people are saying in the tags without context. Yulia and Lena were only 14 when they recorded Ya Soshla S Uma; the rebellious teen lesbian thing was their creepy abusive ex-manager's idea. It was about being scandalous/provocative to get the the media storm going rather than using art to shine a light for awareness and acceptance. After they got away from him, they reclaimed it as being music for queer girls. So yes, technically still queerbaiting, but in a different context than we usually see it happen today. Things were very different re: media and queer visibility even only 20 years ago. But for many of us who were old enough to remember back then, t.A.T.u. was absolutely a very positive thing, because it was almost all we had. As for the homophobia claims, it comes from a 2014 interview in which Yulia (who is bisexual) said some pretty hypocritical things along the lines of "lesbians are okay, but not gay men" and how she wouldn't support her son if he was gay, then went on about men and women, nature, gender roles, procreation, and said homophobic things specifically about gay men. She later apologized and tried to clarify her stance but it was super confusing and disappointing.

I'm seeing so much confusion in the notes so I really encourage people to look things up before accidentally engaging in a game of tumblr telephone. There's a lot that went on behind the scenes and even publicly that adds valuable context to their controversial but nonetheless memorable place in queer history.

t.A.T.u. in a Japanese Snickers commercial (2013)

#t.A.T.u.#tatu

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joaniscruzing · 3 days ago

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off the record - ch.1

HELLOOOOO everyone! i am BACK from a long break with a fic! yay!

i realized very quickly that this fic was going to be a long one, so i thought i'd break it up into parts. CURRENTLY, there's another 4k in my google doc rn, but i thought "hey, why not get some interest going?"

anyway!!! comment to be tagged in the next chapter, and let me know how you like it! i love feedback!

special thanks to @moesthoughts for proofreading!

summary: you're offered a summer job at ESPN as a sports reporter and get paired up with paige.

warnings: nothing scandalous, i'd say there's a lot of world-building in this chapter? i added a few ocs in this fic just because it felt wrong just getting into it. I'll add a divider for where the paige stuff begins for those who are eager. I PROMISE THOUGH, THE REST OF THE FIC DOESN'T HAVE THIS MUCH EXTRA DETAILS.

enjoy babes 😘

You quickly gulped down some coffee before brushing your teeth for school. It was mid-April, and you had quite the daunting task for you: finding a summer internship.

“Hey, don’t sweat this,” your college roommate Anya reassured you, “you look the most professional I’ve ever seen you in the three years I’ve known you, and I just know you have a hell of an elevator pitch ready to go, yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I guess! I just really need to be ready, you know? AI’s really taking off, and if I’m not on my game, they’ll probably give my job to a robot or something!”

“Alright,” Anya answered, chuckling, “haven’t you made the dean’s list every semester? And haven’t you been editor of our paper since last year, being the youngest editor of the paper in our college? You’ve got this! I mean it.”

“Thanks, Anya,” you said, smiling and taking a deep breath.

“Wish me luck!” you exclaimed as you exited your shared apartment. To avoid being late, you scurry off to your car, quickly putting your bag in the passenger seat and turning on the radio. You put on a news station, hoping to find some things to make small talk about at the career fair, which, lucky for you, was about half an hour away.

Why did this apartment have to be the best one Anya and I could afford? You thought to yourself while exiting the parking lot of your apartment complex. As the car ride went on,, your thoughts about theapartment location drifted away, you began to think about the road, and whatever your news station was rambling about.

“-And to all of you women’s sports fans out there, last night was a BIG night for UCONN’s Paige Bueckers! The 23-year-old NCAA champion was the first overall draft pick and will be joining the Dallas Wings for the next WNBA season!”

You weren’t super into sports yourself, but you knew about Paige Bueckers. A Connecticut native yourself, you grew up with your parents usually tuning into the UCONN basketball games, both men’s and women’s. Hell, you were brought to the last championship parade for the women’s basketball team back in 2016. Your dad had sent you an Instagram post a few days ago with some highlights featuring Paige Bueckers, to which you had just liked and moved on with your day. You heard through the grapevine that some representatives from ESPN would be at your career fair, but you weren’t necessarily crazed at the thought of it. In fact, you were hoping to land an internship at the New York Times, where you would be helping others deliver the most topical headlines of the day.

Although you knew you wouldn’t need it, you still kept the small fact you had learned about Paige Bueckers in the back of your head, just in case you blanked out on your very-prepared speech you had.

Just then, you pulled into your college’s local arena, where your summer endeavors were soon to be discovered. You popped one, two, three mints in your mouth and touched up your makeup in your car mirror. If anyone was going to get an internship today, it was going to be you, the biggest academic weapon at your college.

After a few pep talks, you finally exited your car and walked into the overly air-conditioned arena, then being met by a daunting array of tables, all with one collective thing to offer: your future.

You understood that the position at the New York Times was going to be a popular choice among your peers, so you made a beeline to the small table that they were occupying. After, you began the long wait, which wasn’t that bad. In fact, you were thankful for the time you had to recite your pitch and pull yourself together.

About forty-five minutes passed, and you finally made it to the front of the line.

This is it. You’ve got this, you thought to yourself.

“Hi! My name is-”

“Let me guess, you want the internship?” you heard, immediately cut off by the man working the table.

“I’m definitely interested! I believe that I’d be a GREAT pick, and here’s why: I’m currently-”

“As much as I’d love to hear about your long list of qualifications, we already found someone to fill the position. I’m sorry. But if you’d like, you can always apply to be an assistant this summer. You know. Getting coffee and whatnot,” the man said, giving you a smug smile.

Your stomach dropped.

An assistant? Getting coffee? You took the application, as it was still an opportunity, but so many other thoughts swirled around your head.

Three years and for what? To be brushed off like that? What’s even worse, by a man? You thought to yourself as you left to get some fresh air. You knew you would have to go back in there, as there were probably numerous other internships you could acquire. There was the Washington Post, CNN, NBC, and so many more that were just running through your head, as fast as a racecar going cross-country on an empty highway.

After a mini-crashout in your car, a small drink of water, and a quick phone call with Anya, you felt ready enough to enter the arena again. You weren’t going to leave that parking lot without an internship that was equal to your abilities. No man was going to tell you that the internship you were going to get would involve fetching coffee.

You confidently strided back into the arena, where you were met by the overwhelming array of tables. Unwilling to allow it to ruin your conviction in your abilities, you chose to examine each table. Luckily, you were met with a few companies that were willing to hire you, and even went as far as to give you their card. Just as you were about to leave, you heard a voice yelling out.

“Hey! You! Don’t leave!”

“Me?” you turnedaround, pointing at yourself.

“Yes!” The tall woman who was chasing you down finally stopped running. After dusting herself off and adjusting her hair, she addressed you.

“I heard you at the career fair today. And I mean it, you are exactly what we are looking for.”

“Who?”

“Oh, pardon me. I’m from ESPN. After a short phone call with my boss, we’d like to offer you a summer job.”

Just the word “job” made your eyes bulge out of your head. You were flabbergasted to say the least. You were confident you’d exit with an internship, but a job? And at ESPN, to make things better.

“Really?” you spoke, trying to conceal your excitement.

“Yes! Don’t worry, the interview process would be waived for you, as this is super last minute, but you would have to attend media training for the next few weeks,” the woman explained, stepping aside with you to continue the conversation.

“Media training? Like, I would be on TV?”

“Yes! You’re going to be assigned to cover the entirety of the 2025 WNBA season. Hopefully, you’ll be good to go at the beginning of May. That’s when preseason starts.”

“I’m sorry, the WNBA?” you pinched your arm, trying to wake yourself up from whatever bizarre dream this was.

“Yes! Although it isn’t an extremely followed league, our team is expecting another rise in viewership this season.”

“Really?” you asked, intrigued, “I swear viewership for women’s sports has been the same for my whole lifespan.”

“You follow women’s sports?”

“My parents do, at least. They’re big UCONN fans,” you answered. A nanosecond after, you remembered what you heard in the car. Oh, you were in for a long conversation after your last statement.

“UCONN, huh?” your new employer asked, “So I’m sure you’ve been hearing about Paige Bueckers a lot recently.”

“Oh yeah, she got the first draft pick last night! Dallas Wings, right?” Thank god for that local news station.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re a superfan, right?”

“Oh, don’t worry, I heard it on the radio this morning.” Your new employer smiled at your comment, and handed you her card.

Angelica Hastings. That would be a name you’d remember for decades. After all, she was now the first person to support you in your official professional journalism journey.

“Well, you have the job! Be prepared to be immersed in the world of women’s basketball this summer!” Angelica said, shaking your hand. You quickly gave her your business card and left for your car. Only God knew what surprises this summer held for you.

About an hour later, you finally made it back to your shared apartment with Anya. You nearly twisted your ankle running up the stairs to tell her the news.

“ESPN???” she exclaimed, almost as astounded as you were.

“YES! And I get paid! The only bad news is I need to cram for finals, as I need to start media training in two weeks.”

“Well, looks like you’ve got to get cramming.”

The next two weeks flew by. Between packing, contract signing, and finals, you had almost no room to breathe. What’s more, you took it upon yourself to begin researching all of the top new rookies in the WNBA, as Angelica had told you that you’d probably be interviewing or covering them most of the time—or at least when it got to more niche stories. There was Hailey Van Lith at Chicago Sky, who seemed to be doing pretty well for herself. There was Kiki Iriafen, who was one of the best forwards in the country, at the Washington Mystics. And obviously, there was Paige Bueckers. You assumed as a new woman to the job, that she would be off-limits to you, given that she quite literally was the face of women’s basketball rookies at the moment, so you chose to focus on other players. After all, you were sure that you would be learning all about the star guard in your first hours of work.

The second you finished your finals, you said a very quick goodbye to Anya, promising her to call her every night that you’d be gone, and then you tookyour bags—which had been packed for weeks—and drove off to your first location: Bristol, Connecticut, the very headquarters of ESPN. After checking in to the hotel that they provided you, you quickly changed into your professional wear and entered the building. You checked in at the front desk, asking for Angelica, who guided you to her office and motioned for you to sit down.

“How was the drive?” Angelica asked, taking a swig of her coffee.

“Not bad,” you admitted, playing with your newly done nails, “I do have to say, though, I forgot how nasty Massachusetts drivers are.”

Angelica chuckled.

“Well, lucky for you, you won’t have to worry about Massachusetts drivers at all this summer. I’m assigning you to cover the Dallas Wings’ rookies, and then as the season goes on, probably one of the California teams. The Dallas Wings didn’t have the best season last year, so we’re not expecting too much from this year either.”

“Didn’t Paige get drafted there?”

“Yes, but one player cannot single-handedly save a whole team,” Angelica said, typing on her laptop, “We’ll have to see how the other rookies do too.”

“So I’m going to Dallas?” You asked, trying to formulate an image of your summer in your head.

“Not exactly. You’ll go to Vegas this week, since that’s the stadium they’re playing at. You’ll just be following them around and traveling to their respective stadiums.” She explained.

“Alright! I can definitely do that!” You said, and let out a sigh of relief.

“By the way, you need to be on the third floor in 3 minutes for your style workshop. You’ll be given your wardrobe, introduced to your hairstylist, and you’ll be getting your nails done.”

“I'd better go then. Thank you, Angelica!”

“Of course. See you on TV!”

The outfits they had picked for you were rather bland, as they were simpler, not to mention professional. However, with Anya’s help, you secured some cuter outfits for free nights. What’s more, your new hairstylist, Shay, was an amazing person to talk to. While experimenting with your hair, she was sure to make conversation.

“So, you excited to meet Paige?” She asked, running a straightener in your hair.

“Who said I was even going to meet her? I figured I’d be assigned with the other rookies,” you replied.

“Well, as the person who has YOUR schedule, you’re set to be interviewing Paige at the preseason game on Friday.”

“Are you serious?”

“What? Are you one of those girls who has an entire edit folder dedicated to her or something?” she asked, a knowing smirk beginning to make its mark on her face.

“No! I just… I know my parents are going to ask me to get an autograph from her or something.”

“Sure, sure. So you’ve NEVER seen an edit of her?” Shay asked, now trying to put your hair in some sort of half-up, half-down style.

“Not really. I don’t usually get edits on my TikTok.”

“Just look her up, alright?”

“Maybe,” you said halfheartedly, brushing off her request.

After about thirty hairstyles, an exchange of phone numbers, and a full set of nails, Shay then sent you to your media trainer, who taught you everything you would need to know for the summer. As boring as it was, you were somewhat ready for your first game, which would be against the Las Vegas Aces. The next day, you took a plane ride to Indiana, where you were met with your hotel for the next week.

The next night was a busy one. After another hair and makeup session with Shay, you were expected to arrive at the stadium at about three-thirty in the afternoon. Needless to say, you felt as if you were out of breath when you arrived at Notre Dame’s Purcell Pavilion. Throughout the night, as your professors had trained you, you kept your eyes on Paige the whole game. Every movement of hers was mesmerizing, to put it bluntly. Every bounce of the ball, every basket, god, even any time she ran made it impossible for you to keep your eyes off of her. You made a mental note to watch some highlights of her later. At halftime, you were instructed to interview her.

This is it.

“Hello!” You introduced yourself to Paige before the cameras began to record.

“Oh, okay, first interviewer! It’s nice to meet you! I’m Paige!” She said excitedly, holding out her hand for you to shake.

No fucking way she’s the number one draft pick and she thinks she has to introduce herself.

You found it endearing, though, the way she smiled and fidgeted with her hands.

Forget endearing. As the cameras were setting up and you got to know her, you were blown away by her. You were awestruck by her tall, slender figure, and her new slick back, which made it impossible not to look at her icy blue eyes that never broke eye contact with you. She was hot as fuck. To your dismay, you failed to notice before. Although radiating confidence, she still was able to stay humble and grounded.

You had to admit, you both really just clicked. You had only been talking with her for about three minutes, and she was making you laugh in a way not even Anya could, not to mention how easy it was to talk with her. It felt like you had known her since you had been born. Although you knew things wouldn’t go any farther than whatever was happening on the court, you still enjoyed it—and had developed a FAT crush on her in the span of one game.

You really hoped you’d be able to interview her again.

“Go!” the cameraman called, clapping his hands, breaking up the colloquial conversation between you and her.

“So, Paige, how do you feel, now that you’re starting fresh with the Dallas Wings, only about three weeks after your NCAA championship win?”

“Pretty good. I’m excited for this season, forever thankful for this opportunity to be here, thankful to God, and just really soaking up everything around me.”

“And Paige, how are you feeling about the new hair? Although you wore this hairstyle a few months back, you did admit that you’d be debuting a new signature hairstyle in the W.”

“Uh, I like my hair. Giving my scalp a break and such. I think I’ll be experimenting with this and a bun in the next few games, we’ll see.”

“Alright, thank you! Good luck for the rest of this game!”

“Thanks! See you later?”

You nod as she high-fives you, giggling like a high school girl.

Although the Wings lost to the Aces, 78 to 112, to be exact, it was still a fun game to watch. You weren’t too sad, as you found in your research that there was a new coach in charge, and it was, in fact, a preseason game if anything. You quickly found Paige on the court again, whose face lit up when she saw you.

“Hey! Enjoy the game?” she asked, seemingly unbothered by the loss.

“Oh yeah. It was fun to watch! Congrats on your first game!”

“Thank you,” she answered, her eyes finally leaving yours for once, “so are you going to be coming to more games?”

“Apparently, I’ll be interviewing the Wings throughout their whole season, although I may have to leave near the end for college.”

“You’re still in college? Damn girl, I thought you were here with some experience with how professional you were.”

“Really? I think this is the least professional I’ve felt in a while!” you quipped, letting out a small laugh.

“Trust me, you’re better at this than you think. You know, I think you’ve asked the best questions since I’ve gotten here,” she admitted matter-of-factly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Once again, the cameraman asked the two of you to get into position, so you did.

This was going to be a good season.

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Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

Gareth sits in the front row, the only row, really. Everybody in attendance fits under the small, enclosed tent the funeral home set up over the folding chairs. He's never been to a graveside service that was so claustrophobic before. He understands that it was to keep it private. Because when the dead guy has been accused of unspeakable crimes, you don't mourn them in public. Out loud.

No, you do it privately, sequestered away. Long after the fact. Months of limbo, of Wayne saying that they're waiting until the time is right. Until the town has settled down. Until the headstone is ready.

He doesn't know why they waited for that. The town's never gonna settle down about this, about Eddie, and Gareth can barely see the headstone here in the dark.

Of course, there was no rush. No body to bury. No hole dug at all. Which means the fake green Astroturf they've laid is useless. Out for no reason at all. It's wrinkled under his feet, and he toes at one of the bubbles of trapped air.

Gareth's not gonna cry. He's already done that, and he's not about to do it again while seated between Jeff and Steve Harrington.

The preacher from Wayne's church is condemning Eddie. Nicely, kind of, but definitely not sugarcoating the memory of Eddie Munson, or his unspeakable actions, right at his own funeral. Gareth silently fumes, balling his hands into fists. Itching to start a fight. Make a scene.

How much trouble would he be in if he pops Pastor Dave right in the kisser?

Steve Harrington puts a hand over his, stopping his thought before it can fully form into a plan. He looks over at him, and Steve shakes his head.

Fuck. What the fuck does he know? He barely knew Eddie. Not like Gareth did. Not like Jeff and Goodie did. He wasn't friends with him. He doesn't even deserve to be here.

Henderson doesn't even look sad. Quietly joking with Mike as Lucas tries to shush them, and it looks like Steve wishes he'd sat over there instead, just to keep them in line. He didn't need to, apparently, because Erica leans forward, says something short and to the point, and they both straighten up and fly right.

Gareth sulks back into his uncomfortable folding chair, and listens to more lies being told about an Eddie that never existed, a demonized version, as his best friend is laid to rest.

Afterwards, Steve has the other boys cornered near a tree, reading them the riot act. They don't look sorry. Not at all.

Eddie died, and they're already over it. Gareth's never gonna be over it.

Jeff's standing at his mom's station wagon, waiting on Gareth. Goodie is already settled into the front seat, as always. Gareth heads their way, and when he slides in the backseat, he's surprised that Steve Harrington slides in right after him.

"Uh, hi?" Gareth says.

"Drive," Steve says.

"But your car," Jeff answers.

"Nance has it. Drive," he demands for a second time, and well, Jeff drives.

Once they are back on the highway, after leaving the winding roads of the cemetery, Steve starts giving directions. Jeff follows them, and Gareth isn't all that sure why. They don't even like Steve Harrington. Why are they letting him call the shots of where they're going?

Jeff doesn't protest until they're out past the city limits sign.

"Steve, like, I get that you're going through something, but I gotta get my mom's car home," Jeff says, and Gareth knows that's not really true. Mrs. Williams isn't that strict.

"Just drive," Steve says, and Jeff does. They all stay silent as he insists that they turn off onto a gravel road. After following it for a while, ignoring a DEAD END sign, they find a heavy, locked gate. Steve has a key, and swings the gate open, letting them pass. Then he locks it behind them.

Jeff starts easing down the even shittier dirt road that is absolutely plastered in PRIVATE PROPERTY KEEP OUT signs. Jeff meets Gareth's eyes through the rear view mirror. Gareth shrugs. Fuck if he knows.

At the end of the long, bumpy, washed out trail that can hardly be called a road at this point, they come upon a lake, with a trailer right near the water.

"What are we doing out here, man?" Gareth asks. But his question is answered when the door to the trailer swings open.

There's Eddie. Hair cut short, in clothes that look straight out of Steve's closet. But it's definitely him. Alive and well. When he smiles and waves, Gareth makes a sound that he wouldn't have ever assumed he could make, flinging open the car door, and running.

Eddie catches him, but winces, "Easy, I'm still a little chewed up over here."

Reluctantly, Gareth lets him go. He can't believe he's here. Alive. Can't believe that Steve Harrington knew and didn't tell anybody—

Oh.

Everybody at the funeral knew. Everybody but them.

"Does Wayne know?"

"Wayne knows," Eddie reassures, and leads them in through the trailer and out the other side, onto the back deck. It's peaceful, not another soul around for miles. There are birds hovering around a tall birdhouse, wings fluttering, and Gareth catches Eddie watching them.

"Whose place is this?" Jeff asks, looking around.

"Hopper's," Steve answers, reaching down into the old Coleman cooler, pulling out a dripping wet bottle of beer from the ice. He pops off the cap on the railing, and plops down in one of the deck chairs.

"Can I?" Gareth asks, motioning towards the cooler, and Eddie and Steve both say 'no' at the exact same time. Assholes.

"Are you…are you staying here? For good? Or is this just a temporary stop?" Gareth asks.

"Probably temporary," Eddie admits, and Gareth's face falls. Eddie must see it, because he bumps his hip against Gareth's, "Hey. This is a little too close to Hawkins, you know?"

"But—"

"You can come wherever I go. After you graduate. Promise. I'm not getting wiped off the face of the earth. Just laying low."

"You faked your death," Goodie says, "you're not hiding out at Skull Rock. This is a little more than laying low."

Eddie laughs, "Desperate times, desperate measures. All that. Wanna see some gnarly scars?"

And they do, so Eddie sheds his shirt, then tugs his jeans down really low.

"Did it get your dick?" Goodie asks, "Because I don't wanna see your mangled dick. I don't want to see any version of your dick."

Steve laughs, stretching out, putting his feet up on the railing. Crossing them at the ankle. Clearly comfortable here, and not at all interested in Eddie's scars. Though, Gareth supposes he's seen them before. He was involved in this whole mess, Gareth knows that much.

"How'd you? We thought?" Gareth asks, thumb pressing into Eddie's jaw, right above the scar on his neck that looks like it should have killed him.

"Steve's more stubborn than I am, somehow," Eddie answers, and Steve just grins, lips pressed to the bottle in his hand. "The bastard just refused to let me die."

"And I'll do it again, if you decide to do something else stupid," Steve says with a laugh, so they all laugh too, even if it's not all that funny. Not an exaggeration. Because it's evident all over Eddie's skin that the funeral today probably could have been real. He really did almost die.

Eddie pulls his shirt back over his head, and leans up against the railing, looking out over the still, peaceful water.

"It's nice out here," Gareth says. He doesn't know exactly what Eddie went through, and supposes he'll learn the details in time. For right now, he's absolutely certain that Eddie deserves some peace.

"It is," Eddie agrees, smiling over at Gareth, "and even nicer now that you're all here."

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