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[ozrockbitway]

Hey hey hey! Back at it again to ask if Vale has any lore or connections with any canon characters? You know, besides Grim XD (Of course if you have more to talk about involving Grim than I'd love to hear about it!!!)

sldkfjsdlkj my initial reaction to this question lol I have some THOTS but nothing to in depth?? I just think of haha fun times with Shroud bros mostly-

but!! I will throw some sick lore down for ya!

Vale & Grim

I like to think at some point they kinda become in sync with each other?? Like just over little things!! They'll both tilt their heads at the same time, if Grim does the cat thing to paw at his ears you can catch Vale scratching their head...its a lil cute and Ace probably makes fun of them for it lol

To appease the great Grim, Vale occasionally writes little things for him! They jot down like mini epic tales for the cat to re-read. He gets really defensive over them.

Grim would probably be spoiled by Vale if he did better in classes!! The first time they get a failing grade, Vale is ready to eat his tuna right in front of him (and they don't even like tuna!!). they don't do it ofc but man. Grim plz. do your work!!

I mentioned this in the bday post, but since Grim doesn't have an actual birthday, Vale tells him they'll share theirs! The cat immediately starts asking for gifts from everyone else lol he's too impatient to wait a whole year for gifts.

Heartslabyul & Vale

Ace and Deuce are their homies! Ace tends to be a little more harsh with them though, he just wants Vale to be...not a pushover. He messes with them a lot though. Vale just puts their trust in him so they'll fall for stuff, especially if it's related to Twisted Wonderland lore/history/whatever. (ie. Ace: Did you know chickens here can lay golden eggs? Vale & Deuce: :0c Ace: ...I'm joking it's just a fairytale. Vale & Deuce: 😔) Vale likes his magic tricks!! They'll clap for him whenever he does something even if it's a simple coin trick.

Deuce would go to Vale for studying! tbh he's pretty surprised how good they are in classes?? like damn you're not even from here and your grades are so good?? Deuce initiates the study sessions and Vale ends up leading them at this point. THEY ALSO BOND OVER EGGS!! At some point Vale mentions "fake eggs" to him (like that stuff you use to make scrambled eggs really quick instead of using a real egg) and they just bond over how bad that is. Only real eggs in this house!!

Originally, Vale is in possession of the braincell when with these two but now I'm feeling like they might lose it too lol. They really just go with the flow tbh. They won't skip class or do anything TOO dangerous or stupid, but if they're all like...outside and see a sleeping Floyd and Ace is like "I dare you to poke him", Vale would be against it because why would you do that??? After the trio bickers for a bit they end up going to go and do it.

I think that Riddle might enjoy Vale's company?? At least they're a good study partner. Like Deuce, he's pretty impressed at your grades and how hard they try to learn what they can despite not having magic. Vale would probably ask him a lot of questions about the Queen of Hearts and his home in general. He knows a lot and they can definitely take his word over Ace's for true Twisted Wonderland facts.

I don't have much with Trey or Cater unfortunately. I'd just think Vale always does this ✌️ in Cater's pictures because they don't know what else to do. That's now their staple thing. Iconic.

Savanaclaw & Vale

100% would be like a second Ruggie to Leona if they were around the dorm more. Leona wants something? aye aye captain! He might not take too much advantage of them like he does with Ruggie, but it's not bad having a second helper around. Honestly, he's just kinda waiting for Vale to bark back at him. Kinda like how Ace wants them to have a backbone except not as blunt.

Would also get dragged into helping Ruggie out with whatever he has in mind. He knows he can go to Vale and ask for help and they won't ask for anything in return. But I think he'd be willing to give them something for helping.

Don't have much with Jack rip. I just think Vale can go to him for more heavy lifting jobs. If they have to do anything for Crowley, Jack would be like the first to volunteer to help?? If it's a two man job at least. Vale would listen to him talk about his cacti though. Also wants to touch his tail but they know better.

Octavinelle & Vale

If Vale is ever in need of cash, it's time to go to Octavinelle. Or if they're down a member/short staffed I think Azul would call on them for the assistance. Such a benevolent soul knows they need some money (and food) and he needs help at the lounge. It's a win-win, no? Vale is usually kept to waiting tables or greeting guests.

Azul thinks Vale would be a good fit in his dorm. Not because having this magicless human could be of benefit to him, but because they follow the Sea Witch's benevolence. Yes, Azul is the MOST benevolent person in school, but Vale? Always kind. They answer wishes in a different kind of way. So, he's curious about them. Offers a place in the dorm (and a uniform) constantly. Vale thinks he's pretty cool though and is amazed at what he can do. They want to see his true form again and probably wrote about it at some point. I joked at some point about Vale using Azul as a muse for a novel but it might just be true...shh don't tell him.

Vale tells Jade...too much lol. But can you blame them when Jade offers to lend an ear? He is the reason/inspiration for them starting their book club after all. So there's some solidarity in them being the only members of their clubs. They are also unofficial members of each others clubs at some point?? Basically "if you go to my club meeting I'll go to yours". Also Vale would probably fall for his crocodile tears and help him out if he ever needs it. (Ace screaming in the bg)

Vale cannot escape Floyd. If Floyd wants them then...welp that's it. They can't say no to him and it doesn't help that they're passive about being busy or something. They're the only person to keep up with Floyd's whims so that's why he keeps going back to them. "If you dont wana do something with me, then Shrimpy will!" Anyway forced friendship! He's also the one insisting to take Vale swimming after learning they know how to.

Also Octavinelle folks are the first to find out about Vale's surname being Crowley 😂 At some point Azul needs their full name written down and yeah the contract doesn't need to be magical but he knows that just putting "Vale" down doesn't seal the deal. So...haha...funny last name. Floyd mcfrickin loses it over learning this. Jade does to but at least he hides his laughter.

Scarabia & Vale

Not too much here wah! They just struggle being around Kalim because oh god no he wants to party and how do you say no to constant parties when he looks so happy?! If Vale is stuck with him I feel like they'd tell them commoner things and he'd be like super amazed at it.

Vale turns to Jamil whenever they need an escape. Jamil...does his best but man. Kalim. Please. We busy!!

Pomefiore & Vale

Vale doesn't hang around Pomefiore too often, mostly due to Vil being a busy person. They didn't have much of an opinion of him at first, but they're surprised at how hardworking he is?? And yeah he isn't the nicest person but you know celeb gossip and how celebrities are assholes? They were expecting that from him and surprised that's not really the case. Vale starts watching Vil's movies with Ortho and is becomes a low-key fan later on. Vil probably likes going to Vale because on multiple times they seem to have forgotten who Neige is but not him. That's a win, queen!! Unfortunately, I don't think Vale can last around Vil for too long. He wants perfection and Vale doesn't think they can do everything he says rip

At some point I wanted Vale to go ask Rook to learn about archery from him?? So they can have some kinda self defense in this magic filled world. Still unsure if I'm following through on that (it's either this or go to the eels to learn self-defense and get REKT in the process). Other than that I think Vale would read his poetry?? Mans is so eloquent that they read his stuff and has to reread it again. Good prose and all but not their kinda thing.

Can't think of too much with Epel aside from them asking about apple carving?? Maybe use some for inspiration...Vale is also willing to hide Epel in Ramshackle to get away from Vil. Does it ever work? No. Do they keep doing this? Yes.

Ignihyde & Vale

Ace & Deuce may be the homies, but Ortho was the first!! It starts with Vale being kinda shook that theres a robot/android here in school. It's super sci-fi and they think Ortho is amazing! To others it might look like they're trying to butter him up or something but they're just interested in Ortho. What does he like to do and all that stuff. They're also willing to play games with him when no one else wants to (if Ignihyde boys won't play with him then Vale will!!). While Vale is a pushover, if they're going to stand up for anyone it's going to be Ortho!! Ace is proud of them somewhere...

And Vale's friendship with Ortho is what leads to meeting Idia! Ortho, very early on, makes the connection that Vale is interested in games and anime too. Now it's just getting them to meet. tbh Ortho can hype up Idia and Vale will believe him 100%. It's not like Ortho lies about his brother, he is super smart and he made him too! So yeah Vale believes him.

Idia and Vale are a bit...awkward at first. Their first impression still kinda sticks out (meeting over trying to get a manga and p sure Idia wasn't the kindest there). But once they can make a connection on games and whatnot it's all smooth sailing from there. Sort of. Vale would be interested in this world's stories and they could go off about theirs too. Compare anime and video games. They listen to him go off and can keep up with his lingo (most of the time). Idia doesn't trust them at first, too kind and nice, but lmao he likes having someone who can keep up with him...

Haha tag team duo of Vale & Ortho trying to get Idia out of his room. tbh Vale is fine vibing in there with him but like...cat cafes, Idia!! video game/anime themed cafes!! That's probably how they manage to get him out at first.

Shroud bros are also the first to find out the link between Vale & Grim. It really comes out in ch.6. There's one note that shows something coming from Vale when Grim is active. It also doesn't help that Vale can pinpoint exactly which room Grim is in without the bros telling them. little things that give it away!

Diasmonia & Vale

Vale finding out Malleus is also part of the solo member of a club 🤝. Would find books on gargoyles just to show him tbh. Invites him to hang out for their club meeting even if he's not a member. He can be an unofficial one too!! They're down to be an unofficial member of his. Vale is pretty chill with Malleus. Even after learning who he is, they just vibe with him. Nothing changes. The only thing that does is Vale like holy moly dragon!!! They also know Malleus likes being outside and walking around at night but they always ask if he wants to come into Ramshackle too. He usually declines cuz he likes the 'magic' the night air brings when with them.

For the other three...I think Lilia just likes to jumpscare Vale lol. It's so easy and fun to spook them, so he has his fun messing with them. He might be like Ace and trick them into believing things but at the same time no?? It sounds like a trick but it's true so?? Just no one believes Lilia bcuz he's so cryptic.

Vale isn't around Silver and Sebek too often. Vale thinks Silver has a calming aura but they get worried when he falls asleep. They end up getting yelled at by Sebek too often. It doesn't help that they spend time with Malleus more than he does. They think his devotion to Malleus is neat though! They regret telling him that...

[maliciousalice]

@thresholdbb omg tumblr ate your ask but thankyou for asking!!!!

👕Character whose fashion you like.

Phoar! Startrek really isn't a show I associate with being fashionable. It's very camp isn't it? In theory a lot of the wardrobe is really cool and they wanted to gain that retro-future aesthetic. Did it work? I'm not sure. However it does make a statement. The Startrek aesthetic is really recognizable and that's important! I think that's where modern trek kind of looses the plot. It's not as careful about the unique visual design as a whole anymore and as a result it doesn't settle in our minds. Is it bad artistry? No but it's not as stringent. What I mean by that is older trek cared about nuance. For example every haircut was done the same way on men, or suits were tailored in a way to look sleek but practical (they weren't). Gaudy patterns were important to denote things like status. It looks ugly on the outside but when you're watching the show it envelops you and makes you feel welcomed into the universe.

I digress.

To answer this, the most fashionable character, hands down, is Quark! That mfer always looks good, and has the finest drip in the galaxy. Love that.

🥲 ST moment that makes you cry.

There are two moments that make me particularly sad. Kate's acting in the climax of Resistance is incredible. I read somewhere she had a special-wink-wink- relationship with the Director in the early seasons and she was being tested by this episode in some regard. I think it paid off. I treasure any time her captain-hood is removed, and the extreme vulnerability of Janeway is on display-MWAH MWAH poignant. This episode is beautifully intimate, particularly this scene. It's overall gorgeous and unique in how she whispers to him, as if there is nothing more important than to secure his peace of mind as he dies, and it's heart rending when it ends with her just crouching there, emotionally alone. I love how Janeway is forced into the father-daughter dynamic between her and Caylem, one that she would ordinarily resist (heh themes) because I think it inherently weakens her status. The back and forth throughout the episode of them taking care of each other's welfare is so it's terribly sad when it's torn down and we discover the truth behind Caylem's family. If you've dug around her character you know that her Admiral-Father has had impact on her life. She's haunted by him in both a figurative way by being a Captain, and literal sense later on in Coda. Much like Caylem, she looses her father in a violent manner that she has to carry around while she forges ahead. It also reflects well on Kate's relationship with her actual father, she recently revealed that she was never able to get him on her page, but in spite that she adore him with all her might. So a scene like this is really revealing-I believe she was able to draw upon those feelings and that's kinda neat to be so raw as an actor. SIGH.

This one just straight up made me cry fr because Prodigy s1 is a really mature, well done piece of (Startrek) media. Holo Janeway has an irony about it where in the end she is program designed to be a teacher, and she didn't expect to develop a strong bond with the crew. Her final moments are of displaying a huge amount of selflessness and courage to help the kids get out of trouble, similarly to how Janeway would approach dire circumstances. The music swelling and the ship activating is just OOOOF!!! I love how it parallels Dal's initiation of the first Protojump in a Moral Star. By that means It suggests how proud she is to get to do this for them. As a character she is really interesting to think about, in a way I can't entirely articulate. A lot of her moments are quite sad in general, she has to keep an active role so she isn't ignored, and help where help is needed, but at the same time she has constraints, one being that she manipulated by the antagonists. And In contrast to that, the kids do their best to help her feel like she is important and more than a command program to be used insincerely. She grew to love the Protostar crew, that's evident in her body language in this scene. She has a lot of depth overall. Equal to the real Janeway she deeply feels love, guilt and pain, but importantly she is transformed by the her time on the Protostar and while active, learns and grows with Dal, Rok-tak, Zero, Jankom and Gwyn. It's REALLY sweet that they care all care about each other.

I love her and I love JANEWAY!!!!

🥹 Favourite behind the scenes picture.

Ooooh I love all behind the scenes stuff. My brother in Christ It's super difficult to just name one thing and I'm very greedy!! I wish we had more BTS content for Voyager but sadly, it's a matter of grab what you can, however you can. Anyway, I have an inherent interest in seeing the cogs behind the wheel. I chose these samples because I think they're charming.

The continuity polaroid's are so fun and a lost technique, I like to think about assistants having to pull the actors aside and asking them to take those. How daunting! Kate's grin in the one where she is offset is SO cute. So she must have been in a good mood, super Cheeky!

Following that is a screenshot from a video of her having her makeup done. A rare catch. I like this because she often sooks about how much time hair and makeup was spent on her to become Captain Janeway. I get it's a huge time-sink, but love or hate it, the full irony is that her early season appearance is really iconic and in it's own right adds to Captain Janeway's sensibility. Silly goose Kate! Besides that, she looks hot checking herself out, haha.

Moreover, I love on-set editorial photos of actors in costume. While we did have heaps of them in the Starfleet uniform, I wish we had a larger collection with clearer releases, it would have given an opportunity to see in things of interest better detail. Particularly the lower half of unique costumes. For whatever reason special outfits weren't often established or framed for us to see the legs in the show, so a nice big photograph would have solved that. Also I love that these style of pictures capture an impression of an episode without giving it away.

Similarly, fly on the wall on-set photos are cool. They're way more intimate and candid than anything else and it makes me feel as though I am spying on the actors, but they're also a good way to document how things might have been on set.

The Timeless one is interesting too because it's of a deleted scene, we never see Chakotay look at a dead Janeway (how deliciously macabre!), but at some point in time it was in the script and they filmed it.

Hmm this bts picture of Janeway in the Cardigan is adorable! I believe it was worn by Kate for a Charity but look how cute she looks? Makes me wish we saw her mess around with things like that more because 7 Years is a long ass time to be in uniform everyday ( coming from someone who went to school in a Uniform and enjoyed it for the most part). Casual Fridays anyone?

I love this gif. It's from the first shoots of Caretaker and Kate looks so radiant! Her smile is is breathtaking! Whenever I see this gif I get a sense of delight. Poor thing had no idea what she was getting herself into, haha. Really though, check out the original Caretaker photos, they're super-cool. The history behind it is fascinating; I'd love to see more footage from that version of the pilot episode. Unfortunately, it's probably not preserved well, much like lots of Paramount's historical material.

On a similar trend, it's fun to see this set of pictures too. It's for the First Contact film / maybe the Universal studios ride, when she reprised her role as Vice AdmiralJaneway. Kate was genuinely delighted to do this cameo and it shows. As per her operandum she put her whole self into this small segment and that's so darling. It makes me wish we had more of this Janeway at that point in time. I love post Endgame chubby-Janeway. In a fictional sense it denotes that she is comfortable or stressed to be an Admiral (sadly it's the latter in real life) or whatever and I love that for her.

These kind of pictures are fun because it's been said that at times it was the most playful set to be on. There are tales that the cast were not that serious all the time. You get that impression here, and it's probably why the majority of them are still good friends to this day. They're like a family bros!!! Having worked in media I know that wrapping up after working on something for a long time is really rewarding and I bet they had a good time at parties.

Apropos previous, the opposite can be said. While they had fun, the hours were long and the scripts intensive. Kate was around for all of the episodes of Voyager in one way or another, and still managed to bring her A-game each time. She is truly admirable! Seeing her so exhausted is charming. She had a lot of weight to carry for the franchise and did an exemplary job performing her way through 7 years of weird and wonderful material. I wonder how often they fell asleep on set? I know I would. Get some rest queen!

Finally, I've been following Prodigy bts as best I can, and because of my career in animation I get pretty interested in Production art. I love seeing the fast metamorphosis of a visual style. It's really impressive how much attention they applied to the designs, maintaining the older stuff, while adapting a new frontier. One of the lead artists made some pretty neat observations to get Kate's appearance right. It's so cool that they documented that journey, because from my dabbling I know she has a very beautiful, distinct face that isn't easy to capture.

ANYWAY Thankyou for reading my fat thesis fellas. tl;dr i love this stinky Startrek Voyager and by extension the franchise.

[patches-and-her-selfships]

“i know you’re in love with me, silly!”

some lensy x trophy art to practice drawing my s/i!

[tojisun]

!! nsfw; poly 141 ; sexting; fem reader

price gets a video, a measly six-second thing, from ghost.

he's used to getting all sorts of messages from his lieutenant, but a video has never been a part of them.

it was always soap who sends them videos upon videos—saved videos of things that make him lose his shit or links that are his new turn-ons. price even gets personal messages from the fella; sometimes it's his sergeant venting in lilted scottish, sent to price's personal number on a drunken whim, and sometimes they're videos of him pleading.

"sir, please... wanna cum."

kyle is still getting used to the dynamic. he's still a little shy, hesitant, although he seemed to be getting more bold in text. more pushy. descriptive.

then there's ghost. he is a whole different beast from the other two because instead of begging, instead of putting price above his own pleasure, he backs the captain into a corner, pushing him close to the edge with little taunts and teases.

price remembers the first time ghost has done it. he sent the captain a picture of a lacey panties hanging off of ghost's jean pockets, the rouge of the soft material drawing price's eyes to the distinct tent in his lieutenant's pants, leaving his throat dry. he remembers fisting his own cock at the image, mind running because of ghost's anecdote—

"you would like her."

john had never cum so fast when masturbating, and yet there he was, twitching on his office chair, chest heaving as ragged rasps of breaths passed through his clenched teeth.

"your girlfriend's got a good taste," price had messaged back.

"and me?" was what ghost replied with.

"you already know," price sent. then, "you always know how to make your captain proud."

that correspondence might have been what pushed ghost to keep sending more messages. more taunts. more teasing images that had price rubbing himself in any smidgen of a private corner he could find because simon was never one to disappoint.

so this video had set john's blood on fire, heat scorching from his spine and pooling towards his twitching cock. hairline fractures fill the sides of his phone's screen, leaving rainbow lines filing his eyes at every reflection of the light.

ghost had always liked to share you to him. price knew for a fact that simon had never sent pictures of you to the others—"need your permission first, sir."—but he also thought that simon had drawn the line there. that while he was eager to share snapshots of your pretty little lingeries or the way you marked up simon's tanned skin with deep punctures of what john knows must be straight teeth, simon was not going to indulge john any more.

and yet.

he feels his lungs burn. trembling fingers reach to play the video.

the sound of your squealed moans bouncing against the walls was what he registers first. ghost has you on your knees, and john traces the way simon's got a chokehold on the back of your neck. john watches as ghost uses it as a leverage, tugging you back to his cock—his pelvis is pressed flush against the fat of your ass, and price feels his gums throb with the need to sink his teeth into your flesh at seeing the ripples of your fat bunch up against the bulk of simon's muscles.

"si! si!" you sobbed, muffled as you have your head burrowed into the pillows. your hands are useless by your sides, limp and incapable of even fisting the sheets.

"s'right," simon's voice echoed from behind the screen. "show cap'n how you love moanin' my name."

simon's mention of john has him jolting, his breaths stuttering once again.

he thought this little thing they have was a secret. a dirty, little, desperate secret that only he and ghost had the privilege of knowing. the immorality of it had always pushed john to his orgasm faster than his every rub, and he thought that it would all change the moment you know.

but this is a better treat.

it's a feast.

because john sees it for what it is—a promise.

the video ends, reminding john how short it really was. but he is addicted, unable to let go now that he's been given a taste of what will be.

the next time he replays the video, he's got his erect cock in his hand.

he snaps a picture of his cum-filled palm and sends it to simon. he writes, "show her what she does to me."

it takes twenty-three seconds for simon's reply to come in. it isn't a message but a voicenote—"am i a good girl, cap'n?"

"yeah," john records himself say. "so, so good f'r us, doll."

—

sorta pt 02

[yawnderu]

Currently thinking about situationship Ghost, who simply refuses to get too attached to you in fear that he'll come back to your lifeless body, a bullet in your head. It's awful, he knows, yet if that happened to his family, it's not far off that it'll happen to you. Sure, all his enemies are dead and he got you a fancy security system, but what if?

You gotta be braver than the marines to be able to stand all his mixed signals without going fucking mad. Does he love you or does he hate you? Yeah, he bought you flowers after he saw you looking at them, but he also leaves your house almost right after he cums. Sure, he cares about your pleasure and always makes sure he makes you cum a few times before he does, but he rarely replies to your texts.

You know little to nothing about the man other than he's in the military, and you practically had to get it out of him after wanting to know more for days. You don't even know what the looks like, or what his body looks like underneath the clothes besides his fat cock, veins running all along the shaft while his sensitive tip seems to always be leaking precum like a broken faucet whenever he's with you.

He's a complicated man— an enigma, only revealing little things about himself after months of being together. He stays in your house for longer, sometimes not even for sex, but to spend time with you while you cuddle up to him, keeping the conversation going.

Being with him requires the patience of a Saint and the stubbornness of a mule, but the results are rewarding. Once he realizes you're not going anywhere and that none of his enemies even know about you, the walls he spent years carefully crafting come crashing down, annoying you day and night with pure British banter. He purposely makes his accent even thicker and speaks faster just to see the confusion written all over your face, brown eyes softening as he holds in his laughter.

Simon is a lovely man, really. A man who has gone through hell and back yet a lovely man nonetheless, slinging you over his shoulder even when you smack your hands against his back and ass, chest rumbling with quiet laughter at your pitiful struggle. He jumps slightly when your hand grabs a handful of his ass, throwing you into bed while you giggle, trying to move away from him. You know what's gonna happen.

"Come here, bird." He pulls you by the ankles even while you kick and thrash all over the bed, squeaking when you feel his bare hands tickling your ribs.

"Get away from me!" You plead between laughter and he's now tickling your armpits even while you hold your arms close to your body, moving like a fish out of the water as you try to escape his hands.

Being in a situationship with Ghost can crush your soul at first, but you get to meet Simon as a reward if you're patient enough.

[diyahatnight]

Genshin men NSFW head canons

Warnings: This isn’t porn with a plot, it’s more of the sexual life of your relationship!

Minor’s dni

You can read the non nsfw version

Parings: Childe, Kazuha, Venti, Zhongli, Ayato, Wanderer, Xiao, Diluc, and Cyno X F! reader

Summary: These are head cannons and mini stories of your sex life with these characters, after your relationship started getting serious.

Notes: This is a modern au with phones and sending text messages. It also always seems so out of character for me when i write nsfw stuff. Please excuse my grammar mistakes <3

Childe

You haven’t seen your boyfriend for a while so you decided to go visit him at the golden house for a little. You did this often whenever you missed him so when he sees you enter he’s not surprised “Hey girlie.” You go over and give him a hug and he hugs you back. “Since you’re here how about we spar?” he asks you that every time you come and visit him. There is only one condition, if he wins, he gets to fuck you. But if you win he still gets to fuck you. There’s no escaping it. He loved when you came in and visited him because every time he had you pinned against the wall with your legs over his shoulders while he pounded into your cunt like there’s no tomorrow. This was his most favorite place to fuck. You never admitted it but you sometimes come and visit him when you’re horny and craved his fat cock.

Kazuha

Kazuha would be out at sea for a very long time, longer than usual. And you missed him sooooo much. For some reason you always found yourself on a tiny boat next to a large one which happens to be Beidou’s ship. They pull you in wondering what the hell you were doing in the middle of the ocean and you had no idea either. You told them how long you’ve been out there and they were shocked to hear that you’ve been at sea without food and water for a week, wondering how you’re still alive. After they fed you and gave you some water Beidou told Kazuha to take you to his personal cabin so you could shower and get some warm clothes, so he did. He had you laying on the bed in an instant. He had locked the door when y’all first came in the room. He had planned to fuck you before you the both of you went inside the cabin. He always slowly inserted himself until he bottomed out. To him, fucking you and making love with you was 2 different things. So he was going to make you feel good slow, and sensually. y’all are gonna be in there for a while as he had you cumming on his cock multiple times before he pulled out and came on your stomach, and beidou new that. As that wasn’t your first time in his cabin, that’s why you were so familiar with it.

Venti

Venti loved ovulation week so much, that sweet smell that came from you turned him on so much. As he was the anemo archon, he was able to smell basically everything. So when he came home drunk as hell you had to bathe him like a child. You were wearing a nightgown and no panties because you were in the middle of changing and when he came home he interrupted you. That sweet smell was so strong and was calling his name he pulled you inside the bathtub with your nightgown still on and stuck his hard cock inside you with no warning. He wanted to taste and see if you were as sweet as you smelled but he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet so fucking you on spot was his next best option.

Bonus: When your sex life with him started you didn’t expect much from him because he’s a little man and doesn’t seem like the type that carries something heavy in his pants, but you didn’t mind. You had completely forgot that he had the ability to shape shift, so you were shocked at the bulge a lone, but when he pulled it out your jaw was on the floor. Maybe that’s why he was so small and skinny but so heavy…

Zhongli

Zhongli’s cock is HUGE no questions asked. He’s about 9-10 inches, you think more about 11 but he doesn’t believe so. It’s more on the thick side so it’s quite heavy and the boners are outrageous. You decided to mess with him in public once and it was your worse decision of your life. When y’all got home that day he scolded you for being childish for grinding yourself on his cock. But he fucked you on the spot in public, in front of people. Secretly though, and nobody noticed, somehow. Nobody noticed how you arched your back on him and how your eyes rolled back when you had an orgasm on his cock. Luckily your skirt concealed the connection.

Ayato

Ayato had once done something that felt illegal. During a meeting he had you under the table giving him head. He told you to be careful and not make any noises while you sucked on his cock under the table. You felt like you were going to get in trouble if you got found out, but Ayato assured you that you wouldn’t he’s just doing it privately so the people don’t think down on him. It shocked you when he asked you to do this because he doesn’t seem like the type of person to be interested. The whole time he was talking he had a straight face not expressing pleasure at all, it wasn’t a struggle to hide it but he accidentally paused when he came inside your mouth. After the short pause he continued to talk like he didn’t just empty his balls down your throat. After the meeting is over he tells the last person out to lock the door after them so he could pull you out and bend you over the table.

Wanderer (Hat guy/ Kuni)

This man has absolutely no fears. You wanted to go and find Tighnari so he could teach you how to make some medicines and your boyfriend Kuni decided to accompany you. You and him kept messing around and he pushed you inside a pond, you came out soaking wet and your clothes see through, and that turned him on. You found a nice lady and she allowed you to go in and dry your clothes and change. Kuni followed in and sat on the toilet, the bathroom was quite small but it was fine. You got completely naked and he watched you as you undressed, with absolutely no shame and visibly getting hard. He pulled you onto his lap and just got to the point, fucked you cowgirl style but he was ramming into you hard and all you hear is skin slapping and concealed moans. The lady heard and was disgusted, you felt bad for having sex in a random lady’s home but Kuni didn’t care. When the both of you walked out she was gonna confront you but the glare your boyfriend gave her scared the hell out of her.

Xiao

He was inexperienced when you first met him all he new was what sex was. After being with him for a while he was open to anything so he did anything you pleased, anything that you asked for. He pleased your every sexual desire, when you told him what you think would feel really good. He’d look at porn videos to get visuals, you told him what porn was and ever since then he got all his moves from there. He randomly started being experienced and you were kinda scared when he had you cumming 3 times on his cock before he even came once.

Diluc

He’s such a calm lovable sweet partner, and he does whatever he can to please you. And whatever he can to have you screaming his name. If you come and visit him at the winery while nobody is around and it’s just the two of you, he’s having his own special serving. He doesn’t initiate the first move, but when you start he won’t stop until you have had at least 2 orgasms and him 1. He likes to make you take him over the counter or in the back, he’s a freak in hiding. He honestly doesn’t care if the two of you get caught because it’s his winery, he doesn’t care if he traumatizes some kids eyes, why would you let your kid wander inside of a winery that’s not his fault. They could probably hear you screaming his name too, that parent should have known what the slurred “Diluc” followed by a couple cuss words and skin slapping was, and not even let that child near the winery while there was another child in the process of being made. After he’s satisfied, he stops being super bold then apologizes to you, then pray to the archons after the fact that nobody saw or heard him and you.

Cyno

You have so much access to this man’s body anytime you please, he’s half naked all the time so your hands are everywhere. Once you, Cyno, Tighnari, and Collei were just exploring the desert and Cyno thought of a new joke and really wanted to tell you, even though he knew you didn’t like them. (idk bout y’all but i personally like his jokes) He was really excited to tell you this one but he had to do it in private. When Tighnari walked ahead and Collei followed him he took this as his time to tell you the most sexual joke known to man. He also told you how nice you looked, and you actually laughed but the joke kinda made you horny. You were all over touching his body and at one point your hand started to trail down a little too far, while standing behind the innocent. He had to pull you to a private cave with no monsters and fuck your brains straight. He said that you were just thinking with your little cunt and you said “Yeah and she craves your attention.” so he gave it to you.

I just KNOW Zhongli, Childe, and Diluc’s dicks are huge, have y’all seen that thing on tiktok of how you can see their pp animation? They all got third legs oml.

[blingblong55]

Some love- John Price NSFW

Based on a request:

Price and a gn reader where we walk in on him and he then makes us give him a bj 

A/N: Short smut but I hope I do the request some good ---- GN!Reader, smut, 18+, oral!sex, soft!Price?, established!relationship ----

It was a long day at the base, you were stuck in meetings all day long with Ghost. Lieutenants from all over the base conversing about some issues when Price texts you. 

Office. Now. 

It was a blind game but you excused yourself and went to his office. "Captain?" you walk in after the usual knock. He was sitting there, lights dim as he strokes his cock. "Lock the door and c'mere," his voice raspy and low. You do as told and go to him. Your gaze on his swollen tip when he tugs at your arm. "On your knees, love." He positions himself further from the desk as he watches you lower yourself, your head between his legs as you await his next order. 

"Obedient pet, aren't you little one," he kisses the top of your head, his hand on the back of your head as you part your lips open. His tip teased your tongue and before he told you what to do, your mouth wrapped around his cock. As your head bobbed, his head was thrown back. Grunts and moans cover the air from how good you are making him feel. "Don't stop, darling," he says between heavy moans. You loved it when he would get this horny to the point where he would ask for a blowjob at work. 

"C'mon, don't close your eyes," his voice determined to keep that pretty gaze of yours on him. Your tears ran down as you kept gagging on his cock. The tip of his fat cock hitting the uvula, your drunk stare on his which only causes him to chuckle. "That's it, you're doing a great job darling," he continues his praise. You can feel him beginning to push you faster, at times keeping your head still as he enjoys the feeling and then once more making your head bob. 

His cum leaks through your mouth and throat. Your lips at his shaft as you gag and him. "Oh fucking-....yes my love," he pulls your head back and kisses you. "God you are something," he ushers between kisses. His big strong arms bring you to his legs as he nuzzles his head on your neck. "I love you," his lips once more meeting yours. Your head still spinning and each one of his kisses gives you more and more comfort. "You did well, okay?" His warm hands cupped your face, thumbs caressing the softens of your skin. 

"Just lay on my chest, let me take care of you," his voice softer now. Your lover comes back only when alone and in between the secure four walls. He grabs his jacket and covers you with it. Rough hands become soft as they caress your back and head. You soon close your eyes and rest against him. His breathing soothing you to a short nap. 

A/N: I know you would like this and also im working on your request @anonymuslydumb

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[saiidahyunie]

i wonder everything about us

minatozaki sana x f!reader || last part from ballroom extravaganza and pt.1

synopsis: your composure is starting to break, and it lands you in front of the very person that started it all. 

warnings: fluff ; angst ; cursing ; alcohol ; arguing ; reader is a dumbass/conflicted ; misscommunication ; 127 doyoung and g-idle miyeon appear! ; dahyun, minju, and somi also have a small cameo ; tzushu and seuirene ship ; almost cheating sorta? ; kinda proofread

a/n: wrapping up the sha rich story here. enjoy! :)

there’s been more situations worse than this one. break the eggs and someone’s gotta make the omelet. 

“who was that?” 

you’re sitting on the couch while mina paces in front of you, arms crossed over with your chest in a self-soothing gesture. sana was sent back to your room, but you can’t help but wish that she was right here and next to you—it would make you feel braver than she was. 

“well?” mina demands. “who?” 

“my…she’s my girlfriend.” the lie you just spat tastes like ash in your mouth. 

“she’s older.” 

“not by much,” you protest. “only eight years.” 

“eight—? y/n, you’re almost twenty-two. what are you doing with a woman nearly in her thirties?” 

“i’m turning twenty-three in a month or so. don’t insult me.” 

“i just don’t know what a twenty-nine year old woman would want with a college kid.” 

“kid?” you scoff. “geez, that’s so rich coming from you. how old is your business associate again?” 

“this isn’t about me, smartass. it’s about you getting involved with someone whose intentions are a big fat question mark!”

“so what?! why would it matter if i’m graduating next semester with my life ahead of me. stop treating me like how auntie was with you!” 

mina stares at you, silently, and her lack of reaction only serves to piss you off even more. so you keep going: 

“and sana doesn’t have any shitty intentions with me! she’s my—my girlfriend and she’s good to me! she treats me well and she likes me. she texts me everyday and she comes over all the time and—!” 

“does she help with expenses?” 

you’re stopped dead in your tracks. “what?” 

“does she give you money? you haven’t complained about finances recently.” 

“i never complain about fiances, mina.” 

“i know, but i can always tell when you’re stressed about them and you haven’t been. so let me ask again: does sana give you money?” 

“i—” you stammer with the words. you can see the deeper question in mina’s eyes, probing you. forcing you to be truthful. “she…” 

“i think if you’re gonna ask y/n about her finances, it’s probably safest to talk to me.” 

the both of you whirl around to look at sana. she has her arms folded, foot bent as she leans against the wall. her expression is polite but her gaze is flat, angry. the simultaneous relief and anxiety that swells within you is strong enough to make you unsteady, and you’re grasping at the arm of the couch.

mina, fortunately, is ignorant to this.

“what did you say?” 

“i said if you’re asking about whether i give your cousin any money, your best bet is to come directly to me instead of interrogating her.” 

“you’ve got a lot of nerve to say that shit to me when this was happening behind my back.” 

sana just shrugs. “i just don’t appreciate what you’re implying.” 

“and what exactly am i implying?”

“that i have shady intentions towards y/n, which i don’t.” 

your heart in chest thuds, staring down at your trembling fingers, clenching them over your lap. mina’s eyes flicker towards sana’s richard mille. “that’s a nice watch. you make money?” 

“mina.” you hiss. 

“i make a comfortable living.” 

mina scoffs and rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath. “rich people bullshit,” you can faintly hear her say. sana doesn’t reply, face remaining placid. her and mina have a loaded exchange of looks, before your cousin falters, gaze flickering to you.

“you want dinner?” mina inquires. 

you blink. “i’m…why?” 

“answer the question.” 

“i guess im hungry?” 

“wonderful.” mina snaps her stare back to sana, voice hard. “what about you?” 

sana’s tone is emotionless. “i could eat something.” 

“great,” mina says, zipping up her puffer. “let’s go get some thanksgiving dinner then.” 

—

you all pack into mina’s car to drive to some restaurant of her choosing, the silence tense enough to cut. when she parks alongside the street, she orders you out of the car, telling to secure a table. 

stumbling out, your characteristic grace rendered to nothing due to your anxiety. you step inside the small, hole-in-the-wall pizza restaurant, and ask the hose for a three person table booth. seeing that sana and your cousin aren’t behind you, you allow the host to lead to the table that’s in a corner to the far end of the entrance. after three excruciating minutes, you see the pair walk inside. sana’s expression is blank, and mina’s is unreadable. this does absolutely nothing to calm your nerves. 

they sit down, mina across from you and sana at your side. she places her warm hand over your trembling knee, thumb stroking your skin to calm you, grasping it, intertwining fingers. sana squeezes back for comfort. 

“so,” you begin shakily. “um—” 

“you lied to me,” mina interrupts firmly, eyes hard, reducing you to a feeble child. it angers you. “why did you lie to me?” 

“because i knew you would do this. because i knew you were gonna say something about it to auntie sometime later.” 

“about what?” 

“my decisions. my life. the way i choose to live my life. it’s why you do shit like this.” 

mina narrows her eyes, offended. “care to elaborate more?” 

“come here under the guise of checking up on me. interrogate me.” 

“i only came because i knew you were lying to me.”

“and i lied because i know how controlling you are just like auntie!” 

mina’s expression sours. “i’m not controlling like her.” 

“yes, you are.” you snap. “you’re either controlling or completely detached. you either forget to call me for two months because you’re busy or you do random check-ins with me everyday for a week. i’m twenty-two years old and you still treat me like this only because auntie’s health hasn’t been well.” 

“i don’t have any other choice.” she says tightly. “i don’t know how much auntie has left with time, but—” mina catches herself off, jaw clenching, and looks away from you. you and sana. “we may not be related by blood, but i still consider you my family. i’m sorry if i came off as cold or unmoving, but you’re all i have left.” 

sana shifts beside you. “maybe i should—” 

“no, it’s fine.” mina says, and glances back up. brown eyes meet yours, a mirror image. “i was just about to leave anyway.” 

“what?” you gasp out. 

“you shouldn’t.” sana interjects. 

mina waves a dismissive hand. “i’ve said everything i wanted to say. to both of you.” 

“don’t go if you’re gonna regret it later, mina,” sana warns. mina barks a laugh, tightening her jacket. “if you wanna be apart of our family, sana, learn the way we operate. y.n and i don’t carry regrets.” 

she pointedly glances at you and you respond with shaking your head, mouthing a silent no. without any further ceremony, mina shoulders her handbag, moving to step forward. however, she hesitates and looks back at you, stopping in place. 

“if you want me to be convinced you can hold out on your one, then act like it. stop giving so much of a shit about what i have to say. i spout just as much crap as everyone else. it’s up to you if you want to ignore me if you want.” 

speechless, your mouth is parted, but mina was already on her way out of the restaurant by the time you can think of any words. when you see the black streak of her car driving way, you sigh, burying your face in your hands. 

“i’m such a bitch.” 

“don’t talk about yourself like that,” sana says, voice firm but touch soft, stroking down the line of your back. “she told me in the car she was gonna leave.” 

“why?” 

“same reason she just gave just now. she said everything she wanted to say to both of us.” 

“and what did she say to you?” 

“a better question is what i did say to her.” 

you can’t help with the rush of cold fear that grips you. “what did you say?”

“what i felt about you. what you are to me.” 

and it’s not the truth because it can’t be the truth—mina would’ve throttled sana otherwise—but the tenderness in her voice implores you to look up from your hands at her, to believe her. she reaches over to brush your hair out of your face, eyes sweet like liquid candy, mouth curling to smile. you crumble, falling into her. 

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry you had to put up with that.” 

“it’s fine, sweetheart.” 

“no, it’s not. it’s awful and it’s unhealthy and i’m dumping my baggage onto you.” 

“i don’t care. i want to know everything about you.” you flush, and sana adds, “also, if you think that’s bad you should meet my family. i’ve grown up with struggles of not being up to par with my relatives and being the laughing stock because of my lack of success. it’s half the reason i’m calling out of thanksgiving tomorrow. that and the fact that i’m working.” 

“what?” you gasp, sitting up. “you’re working tomorrow?” 

sana toys with a lock of your hair. “people get injured everyday unfortunately.” 

“we should do something.” 

“you don’t want to eat here?” 

“i get one dollar pizza with irene at least once a week. we should do something special.” 

a grin cracks sana’s face in half, radiant. “what if i made us dinner?” 

“you can cook?” 

“of course i can. i even have a special bacon mac and cheese recipe.” 

“but i don’t have bacon.” 

“we can take the subway to the grocery store and then take it back to your house when i can cook. c’mon, it’ll be fun.” 

you bite your lip to suppress a smile. sana kisses it free. when she pulls back, you lean into her palm, lashes fluttering against the skin of it.

“okay, you lead the way then.” 

—

grocery shopping with sana is efficient. 

she doesn’t linger in aisles to windowshop. sana simply grabs what she wants and goes, one hand gripping a pack of bacon and a box of mac and cheese, the other hand clasped with your own. they’re in and out within five minutes. 

the subway ride is almost as quick but fun, which is a strange thing to have on the g-train but it’s true. sana crowds you against the pole, shielding you from the other passengers as she whispers her judgment of them in your ears, speculating that the married couple standing across from them is miserable, will always be miserable, because they can’t ever feel what you and sana do. 

the game is mean-spirited, you know, but sana’s ridiculousness makes you laugh. makes your stomach bubbly and your body light, fizzy like you’re made of crisp champagne. as sana kisses the curve of your ear, you think that you quite like the idea of being in on an inside joke with her. 

you’re stumbling into the apartment within the hour, teeth chattering from the cold. sana removes your coat and scarf, hanging them on your rack before taking the grocery bag and hurrying into the kitchen. she looks excited, her lips spread wide in a near-permanent grin. you settle onto one of the high chairs, watching sana waltz around your kitchen like it’s familiar to her. it must be at this point. 

“so. bacon mac and cheese.” 

“a family recipe,” sana says, pulling a pot from the bottom cabinet. “my grandma used to make it for my mom when she was a kid. growing up pretty poor so she says this was basically a delicacy to her.” 

“i can relate. when i was little, my favorite thing to eat was those cup ramen noodles that mina and auntie used to throw bits of beef and chicken in.” 

“cup ramen is always good.” 

sana fills the pot with water, placing it over the stove top and setting the heat on high. she then walks to your fridge to pull out a bottle of prosecco. “this is fancy.” 

“hardly,” you snort. “i got it for fifteen bucks.” 

“all wine target the same whether it’s five or fifty dollars. take it from someone who drinks the fancy shit at parties,” sana says, popping the cork off. she grabs two glasses and files them halfway before passing one to you.

sana raises it. “cheers.” 

“happy thanksgiving.” 

so you and sana drink. relishing in the sweet, crisp burn of the prosecco as it goes down, the alcohol warming you instantly. sana’s eyes on you are equally warm and dangerously fond. you take another sip to swallow down the mutinous rise of hope. 

soon enough, the water starts boiling and sana pours the macaroni in, stirring it. you like it. you like the look of sana in your kitchen, her ease. the domesticity implied. you basically want to sink into it. 

you get off your chair to slowly approach sana from behind, sliding your arms around her middle and leaning your cheek against the curve of her shoulder. sana leans into you, and you rise up to your toes, pressing lips to her cheek, kissing sana softly. when she sighs, head tilting down, you kiss sana again. again and again. wanting a tattoo of your affection to be left behind. 

dropping back to your heels, and sana’s gaze finds yours, soft as silk. she curls her hand into your hair and brings you close, mouth against your forehead, nose in your hairline, breathing in. 

“go sit down,” sana murmurs. “finish your drink.” 

you step away from sana, chest hollow like you’re leaving something behind.

—

sana feeds you bites of mac and cheese that tastes a bit burnt. 

“a capricorn mars?” sana asks, lips around the same fork. she dips it back into the bowl to fish for more macaroni. “what the fuck is that?!”

“okay so, everyone has planet placements—asteroids too but that’s more specific—and each of the planets has a specific meaning. i already explained that your sun sign—”

“capricorn.” 

“capricorn, right—was the core of your personality. your moon sign is your private face, or your emotional center. mercury is communication. venus is romance and aesthetics—which might be an additional for you. and mars is aggression and sexuality.” 

“and mine is in capricorn?” 

“yeah, and capricorn is the domicile of mars.” 

“it means that capricorn and virgo are already ruled by mars. the placement feels natural.” 

“ah.” sana’s arms tighten around you, setting you higher up on her lap. “so that means i’m naturally aggressive and sexual?” 

“no,” you laugh. “it means that it’s just an easier fit. that there isn’t any friction between the planet and sign. like, capricorns are very expressive in their confidence and humility. grounded with their words and they don’t sugarcoat what they say, they mean it.” you say, tapping sana’s chin, tugging on it with your thumb. “and they do it straightforwardly. mars suits it.” 

sana nips at your thumb. “like you aren’t.” 

“i’m a gemini,” you say. “a dynamic sign. two sides to show to the world.” 

sana grins, and you move your hand up pushing her hair back. “how do you know all this stuff anyway?” 

“i had a light…astrology phase in high school.” 

“astrology?” 

“yeah. my stuff might be off, but that’s to the best of my memory. but i dabbled with oujia birds. summoning, that kind of shit.” 

“summoning?” 

“i never actually summoned anything,” you mutter, flashing. “none of the spells worked.” 

sana laughs, which earns your glare. you shiver when she reaches up and traces the curve of your ear. 

“this explains the bit of eye bags to sell the dark look i’m getting out here.” 

“pfft,” you stifle a laugh, turning your head off to the side. “the eye bags were from an insomnia phase i had during my first year of college. i didn’t know how to function at times, and my roommate was genuinely concerned when i brought up my terrible last two years of high school. i think i might’ve scared her.” 

“really?” 

“that’s another story for later, but let’s just say that it wasn’t pretty if you saw me like that.” 

“wow,” sana says, impressed with your growth and resilience. “i was totally normal during high school.” 

“i see and believe that.” 

the only warning before sana flips you over and pins you on the couch is a flash of teeth, a mean smile. you cry, “the macaroni!” but sana already has it safely on the ground, her other hand moving to tickle your ribs. you’re shrieking, jerking in her hold. 

“don’t!” 

“what?” sana asks, laying over you, fingers sliding up your waist. “you’re ticklish?” 

“no.” 

“i think you are.” 

“i’ll kick you.” 

“no, you won’t,” sana says, but traps your thighs between her knees anyway. she lowers her head, mouth warm against your neck. “you’re too sweet.” 

“sana—” 

she offers you no mercy. with a simple crook of her fingers, she’s tickling you, trapping you against teh couch as you squirm and giggle beneath her. sana’s hands dip past your shirt to find your bare skin, relentless. while you writhe, sana shoves her face into your neck and hums. 

“y-you’re–sana, you’re gonna kill me!” 

“no, i’m not.”

“i can’t—” you erput into another laughing fit, tears in your eyes. “i can’t breathe!”

“you’re such a baby,” sana says, but slides her hands away to rest them on either side of your head. once you’ve recovered, you wrap your arms around sana’s neck and secure her to you. sana kisses the ridge of your jaw, sinking into you with a deep exhale. as if expelling a weight inside you. 

“do you want to watch a movie?” you ask, fingers toying with the ends of her hair.

“sure. something nice.”

“like what? a rom-com?”

“yeah. i like those.” 

you laugh. “do you really? i was expecting you to be more of a different answer than that.” 

“were you expecting action movies?” 

“but you prefer romance?” 

“if they’re good.” when you look at sana disbelievingly, defensiveness enters her tone. “what?” 

“i don’t know. a lot of people didn’t like them because it set unrealistic standards. or, at least that’s what my ex said.” 

“well, your ex was a fucking idiot,” sana says heatedly. “there’s nothing unrealistic about it.” 

there’s nothing unrealistic about grand, sweeping gestures and spotanoeulsy confessing your undying love in the middle of an airport?” 

sana raises her head from your chest to look at you. “not unless if you’re a coward.” 

you snort, a slow start to what would eventually become a full belly laugh. sana’s expression sours with every giggle, but when you throw your head back and knock it against the arm of the couch, sana reaches out to cradle it. while you recover, sana chooses a move, fingers soothing the bump. 

—

by the time the credits of the second movie roll, sana rises from her position on your chest to sit up. she rubs her palms over her face, yawning. 

“i have to go,” sana says with some regret, her eyes half-lidded. “i have work in the morning.” 

you want to protest but feel ridiculously for it, childishly selfish. instead, you give sana a tight smile and follow her to the door, grabbing her coat from the rack to help her in it. you then take her scarf, pretty purple and wooly in your hands, holding out to her. sana smiles and drapes it over her neck. the open door behind her lets in an icy chill, and she binds you against her, broad palms cupping your face. 

you love sana’s eyes. it strikes you suddenly as she tugs you closer, dazzling brown swallowing your vision. you wish the whole world could be that color. it could be that beautiful. 

“i’ll call you tomorrow,” sana says. 

your voice is soft, too small in your throat. “okay.” 

sana smiles and ducks down to kiss you, lips warm and sweet and awfully chaste. you surge closer to meet her, trying to deepen it, but she doesn’t let you. she simply pecks the swell of your bottom lip again and leans back to look at you. the overwhelming affection on her face sends a bolt through you, sends a shiver up your spine that she mistakes for chill. concern flares in her eyes as she takes the scarf from her neck. 

“are you cold?” sana asks, already pulling it off, settling it over your shoulders. “is it because the door is open?” 

“i—” you can’t speak over the wool that covers your mouth. sana sloppily wraps it around you, her own body heat bleeding into you, nestling sweetly like hot chocolate beneath your skin. after she’s thrown the tail over your head, she tucks the scarf under your chin and asks, “is that better?” 

“yes,” you manage to croak out. 

sana smiles again and kisses you for the last time. when she steps back, the distance hurts. “i’ll see you later.” 

“see you soon,” you whisper out to her, hand lingering out. the last thing you see before sana locks the door behind her is her smile. 

it almost hurts not to follow. 

—

“y/n!” 

you pause, just steps outside of the auditorium. turning to see doyoung, your thesis editor and a TA for the psychology and ethics class. you smile as he approaches you, adjusting your coat against the chill. “hi.”

“hey,” doyoung says, grinning. “you just watched the lecture, right?” 

“yeah. it was great. i didn’t know you were gonna attend.” 

“i didn’t know you would attend either,” he says. “if i did, i would’ve asked if you wanted to sit together.” 

smiling, close-mouthed, unsure of how to respond to that. doyoung barrels on before you can settle on anything. “do you want to meet her?” 

“who? the lecturer?” 

“mrs. cho, yeah.” 

suspended in time for a second, you blink. “you know her?” 

“yeah! i was one of her research assistants about a year and a half ago. she’s great. do you wanna meet her?” 

“uh—sure, i would love to,” you say, a bit mystified, trailing after him when he starts to walk back into the auditorium. 

doyoung leads you towards the stage where a woman who appeared to be around your height stands, chatting amiably with one of your professors. when doyoung calls her name, she looks over to you, sending a broad grin. 

“kim doyoung?” she asks. is that you?” 

“yes, ma’am,” he says, climbing onto the stage, reaching back to help you up. “it’s really nice to see you again.” 

“it’s great to see you! how are things?” 

“great!” 

“and you’re almost done right? got not long now before you’ll be on the way out into the real world.” 

“yeah, i’ve got most of the things done before applying for graduation. i even do some editing for other students on the side. speaking of.” doyoung reaches back, setting his hand on your back to gesture you forward. “this is one of the students i edit for.” 

mrs. cho shifts her attention towards you. noticing how remarkably pretty she was up close compared to sitting a few rows back. she has bright red hair that was noticeable from far, fair skin with rosy cheeks that encapsulate a bubbly personality when she spoke to the class. for some reason her laugh and mannerisms were similar to a familiar person. you couldn’t put your thumb to it, but the fact that her occupation was also in the medical field should’ve sent the alarms ringing. 

“and who this might be?” she asks. 

“y/n l/n. she’s a bachelors student in the pipeline for the masters program.” 

“y/n–” her eyes shot up. you’re startled by the intense reaction of you, the way her jaw drops like the two biggest dots were just connected. “y/n l/n? are you actually y/n l/n?” 

“uh.” you’re glancing at doyoung who seems confused as you were. “y-yes, that’s me.” 

mrs. cho covers her mouth with both of her hands, hiding her smile. “my goodness that’s amazing! do you know sana?” 

“sana?” your heart swells, stomach sinking as the realization slaps across you ten-fold. how could’ve you been so blind? one of sana’s closest friends, miyeon. miyeon. sana’s shown the pictures of her on that one hangout they had when they were in medschool, dressing up like boys with dad hats backwards and nerdy glasses that looked surprisingly cute and wished sana looked like that for you. 

“no way.” you breathe out. 

“oh my god!” miyeon echoes. “this is crazy!” 

“who is sana?” doyoung asks, reminding you abruptly of his presence. 

“my best friend,” miyeon eagerly replies, gaze unwaveringly on her face. “this is incredible.” 

“you know me? or at least about me?” you ask, reeling. “sana…she’s told you about me?” 

“of course she has! she talks about you all the time. she even mentioned that you were a psychology student, but i didn’t know that you studied at this university.” 

your lips quick. “what a small world.” 

“it definitely is. so tell me more about your degree. sana said that it had something to do with kids?” 

“well, yeah. i’m studying child’s psychology with a cognitive-behavioral focus. doyoung’s helping me with my thesis right now actually.” 

well, you might’ve just embarrassed yourself. doyoung already mentioned that to her. 

“interesting, but cognitive-behavioral?” miyeon playfully raises her brows. “what are you doing attending the lecture of an exponential researcher?” 

“i find it to broaden my avenues, besides being well-rounded.” 

miyeon laughs, delighted. “that it does, my dear. sana said that you were bright in studies.” 

your cheeks flush, the natural instinct to ask for what else, what else has she said, forming. that is, until doyoung says, “sorry. i’m a little lost. how do you know sana, y/n?” 

speechless for a moment, you’re transported back to the soft golden lights and the shine of her oxford shoes, the taste of lemon drop martinis on your tongue. the four seasons and five hundred dollars in your purse, completely unexplainable much like sana is, because there are no words to describe her. 

there are, however, words to describe you. 

“y/n,” miyeon says, leaning forward to take your chin on her fingers, startling you. “is the greatest gift sana ever had the pleasure of finding.” 

and all at once your excitement dashes into nothing, letting dread sink into you, curling around your body like a vice, tigeting around your neck. suddenly, miyeon’s enthusiasm takes a different meaning, another shape. it’s not friendly but sordid. not curious but propositional. maybe, it might’ve been, if sana ever offered to share. 

it’s the thought that makes your heart crack open. just a few days ago, she was in your house, laying over you, kissing you with enough affection that you could drown in it. you thought—you’re not even entirely sure why anymore but you thought—it was real. it could’ve been real. the hope was there. 

“wow,” doyoung says, laughing awkwardly, but the sound barely registers over the roaring din in your ear canals. “i didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” 

she’s not my fucking girlfriend, you’re saying to yourself visioulxy, spiterully. with sorrow. sana’s not your fucking girlfirned and she never was. you were just her gift. a thing to fuck around with. 

“i’m sorry,” you say, blinking fast, speaking through the lump in your throat. “i really have to go.” 

“oh.” miyeon looks genuinely disappointed, but you can’t be sure. perhaps it’s because she was hoping you’d offer a more nicer regard than what just transpired now. you wonder about the stories sana’s told, if she’s shown miyeon your pictures. “well, it was nice meeting you. i hope we’ll see each other again.” 

you nod once, a jerky motion, and a spin of the heel to race out of the auditorium. by the time you reach to the chill outdoors, you’re crying, hot tears streaming down your face, heartbreak nearly forcing you to the knees. 

wiping them away roughly, shame makes you red-faced. once you tended to the other cheek, fingers tugging the scarf around your neck, it feels like a collar to a degree–and you’re choking on another sob. 

a terrible tragedy it seems, to be owned.

—

avoiding contact, you’re fielding sana’s calls for the next week or so. 

you can’t claim that you don’t mean to because you do. every text asking is everything okay? something wrong? gets a yes, of course. every text asking are you okay, are you mad at me? gets a no. no, of course not. why would i be? 

how amusing that you have a chock-full of little excuse, but the end result still stands: you don’t want to talk to sana. 

this also means that you're miserable. 

the tried-and-true method of compartmentalizing your feelings ceases to work when your sorrow over sana bleeds into everything. you can’t focus enough to do your assignments, be mindful enough to smile at work, to write when doyoung says that you should. to eat, even, because it’s hard to stomach anything when you’re angry at her and it’s hard to exist and not speak to her. over the course of three months, sana’s embedded herself into every facet of your life. function without her now is like forgetting how to breathe. 

you could say that you’re taking the misery right on the chin, pushing through it like the grown woman you’ve claimed to be, at least proficient enough to hid from everyone else not involved. tzuyu notices this, she notices everything, and she makes it her mission to know about everything. 

which is why you’re not surprised when she randomly bursts into your room on a saturday night, phone still buzzing from when she tried to call you. 

“get up!” tzuyu snaps, marching over to yank your covers off; you’re curling over the pillow. “come on, get up! you’ve been ignoring my calls for, like, a week and i’m sick and tired of your wallowing.” 

voice muffled into the sheets. “‘m not wallowing.” 

“yes, you are,” she says and throws open your blinds, exposing the stained brickwall on the other side. “irene told me you didn’t go to class with her this week, which i know means that you were holed up in here crying or something. which, i might add, you never informed me of, so not only are you sad but you’re keeping secrets from me. bad friend behavior, y/n.” 

“it’s not bad friend behavior. i just didn’t feel like talking about it.” 

“well if you’re not gonna talk about it, you’re gonna do something else.” you hear your closet doors open and perch your head up to see tzuyu rifling through your clothes. after a moment, she makes some pleased sound and toesses a white dress onto your boed, one that sana had bought you a few weeks ago. the memory is blanched just by looking. 

“we’re going out tonight,” tzuyu announces. “i have shuhua waiting in the car and i made plans to meet up with irene and a few friends of mine at a club in manhattan. i’m not leaving till you get dressed.” 

“i’m not going.”

“yes, you are.”

“no.” 

“you are.” 

“tzuyu,” you say, with a note of pleading. “i really don’t want to go.” 

“and i don’t care! you’re going.” 

“no,” you repeat firmly, drawing your knees up to cocoon yourself. “i don’t want to go. i don’t want to drink or go to manhattan—” 

“does sana live in manhattan? 

“i don’t want to talk about sana.” 

“well, it seems like you don’t wanna do fucking anything!” tzuyu throws her hands up, lovely face twisted up with exasperation. she nudges the dress closer. “and like i said, i really don’t care. if you’re not gonna talk about your feelings then do something equally as unproductive and distract yourself from them instead of crying. you’re being ridiculous.” 

“no, you are,” you retort acidically, and it seems as though your outrage needed an outlet, because you can’t stop yourself from spitting the vitriol that spills forth. “and you know what? you are ridiculous. in general, you are fucking ridiculous. you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth and you act like it. me signing up for that stupid app was your idea. me meeting sana was because of you. and sana—” calling me her gift, reducing me to something that’s owned, tainting the concept of belonging— “i-it’s your fault. everything is your fault. it’s your fucking fault!” 

tzuyu’s face is unchanged, perfect and placid as it always is. finally, while you heave, restraining another fit of tears, tzuyu exhales deeply and tilts her head, expression softening. “are you good now?” 

“no,” you mumble. “i’m angry.” 

“good.” tzuyu sits down on the edge of your bed and tugs you close, resting your head on her shoulder. “be angry with me. just don’t hole yourself up in your room alone. you’ve done enough of that.” 

you sag into tzuyu. “i’m sorry for yelling at you. what happened isn’t your fault.” 

“it kind of is.” 

“no, it isn't. maybe giving the idea was, but everything i did was because it was a choice i mad. even being hurt now is my fault. i always knew what i was to her.” 

“so? it’s kind of difficult to have sex with anything for three months and not get attached to it. i get weepy when i have to throw away my vibrators.” 

you snort, pushing tzuyu away. met with a smile of hers with your own, “are you ready to go out now or do i actually have to respect your wishes this time.” 

debating, eyes flicking to the dress by your foot. you know how it looks on you, how the fabric shimmers under a certain light and the fit clings to your body. you know it’s effect on sana, even, how her eyes darkend when she first saw it on you, how she raced to get it off. the faded memory stings as the thought of sana always does now, like a sharpened blade, but tzuyu is right. it isn’t healthy to sustain this level of feeling for days on end. maybe it needs a change of pace. 

“fine,” you say, looking at tzuyu. “help me get ready.” 

tzuyu squeals before grabbing your face to let her kiss your cheek. 

—

you and tzuyu greet shuhua by the car just half an hour later, who rolls down the window to wolf-whistle you as they approach. tzuyu opens her coat and grabs you by the hand to spin you around.

“you look hot!” shuhua says. “i’ll be surprised if you don’t go home with somebody tonight.” 

cheeks flushing after the compliment. “oh, uh, i’m not really—” 

“honey, don’t scandalize y/n so early in the evening,” tzuyu says, popping a kiss to her mouth as she gets in the car. “you know y/n doesn’t talk about ex–say in polite company.” 

“since when am i polite company?” 

“hi, shua,” you mumble, sliding into the backseat.

“hey, babe. are you excited?” shuhua turs around. both her and tzuyu stare at you expectantly from the front seats, making you feel strangely like a child on their first day of school. 

“...yes…” 

tzuyu sends shuhua a firm look. “start the car.” 

it’s saturday night, the drive from queens to manhattan takes about forty minutes. you’re spending the majority of the ride staring out the window, willing yourself not to think of the familiar surroundings, of the shops along the street that have developed new meaning. luckily, before you can get lost in your budding melancholy, shuhua parks the car along the side of the street and unlocks the door. with a sigh, you step out. 

there’s a long line leading into the club that tzuyu bypasses with ease, simply flashing her ID at the bouncer before he allows you three inside. the club is ritzy but stereotypical. brith, multicolored flashing lights threaten to blind you and the pumping music that makes your ears ring. hand in hand, tzuyu directs through the throng of gyrating bodies to a VIP lounge near the back, where you can see a round table filled with people. 

irene notices you first, and she jumps out of her seat to rush toward you, bee-lining for you specifically, enveloping a hug that you gratefully sink into. 

“you look so pretty!” irene yells when she steps back. “i was worried you wouldn’t come!”

“i did!” 

“thank god! come say hi to everybody!” 

following her to the table. irene slides back into the booth to nestle beneath the arm of a handsome black-haired man that you recognize immediately, much to your delight. “seulgi!” 

she cracks a smile. “sup.”

“i didn’t know you’d be here.” or really, that their relationship had progressed so well. perhaps you might have if you kept in touch more proactively, which suddenly makes you feel like a very shitty friend. 

“how are you?” you ask, sitting down next to the pair. 

“i’m good. you?” 

“i’m…well.” 

“uh-oh.” seulgi pushes a drink towards you. “be grateful i can’t cut you off tonight then.” 

not thinking of a reply, uncomfortable at having been perceived so clearly, you raise the straw to your lips. 

“hey tzuyu! we’re here!” 

the three of you look over to see three people ambling towards you, a shorter woman in front, two slightly taller behind her. up close, you can see that she has dark, long hair. she’s wearing a black leather jacket with a handbag to her side. when she catches your eye, she smiles. 

tzuyu leaps up from her seat to hug the woman, extricating herself quickly to hug the other two women tagging behind. her voice is a squeal when she screams, “dahyun!” 

gesturing to them to sit down next to her, and as they all scoot into the booth, dahyun’s attention flickers towards you, down to your dress. 

“y/n! y/n, this is my friend dahyun! she has a brother that works on the same racing team as him!”

“hey.” dahyun says, leaning forward, extending her hand, and you shake it. when you pull away, she wraps her arm around the brunette beside her. 

“this is minju,” dahyun says, and points to the blonde at the end of the booth. “and that’s somi.” 

“it’s nice to meet you all,” you say.

“it’s great to meet you. you’re y/n, right?” 

“yeah.” 

“cool!” dahyun’s mouth curls, more a smirk than a smile. “tzuyu has told me all about you.”

“has she?” 

“yep. she thinks you’ve hung the fucking moon or something. is it true you volunteered at a women’s shelter for fun?” 

you blush at the question. “i wouldn’t say for fun. i just…got along with the kids there really well.”

“a saint is what you are, according to tzuyu.” 

“oh, i wouldn’t—”

dahyun surprises you when she stands up and slides over chaeyoung and somi to sit next to you, smelling the rich perfume she put on. your fingers bunch up the dress when she throws her arm over the back of your seat. 

“so,” dahyuns starts again, sinking into the vinyl seat, too comfortable. “what else do you do aside from rescuing cats from trees?” 

“i’m not a firefighter. never done anything like that.”

“it was a joke, lovely.” your flush depends, and dahyun adds, “but i’m serious. what do you do?” 

“i’m a waitress currently, but i’m working towards my bachelors in child’s psychology. masters after, but i’m sure you knew that already.”

“yep.”

“and you?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink, beer bottle sweating around your fingers. “tzuyu mentioned you work with your mom?” 

“yeah, just a normal front-desk job. pretty nice until all of the calls get backed up.” 

“yikes. sorry to hear that.” 

dahyun’s mouth quirks, and you swallow a squeak when she reaches over to ruffle your hair, startled by her familiarity. she keeps her hand there.

“you’re sweet, you know that?”

your face is burning red hot, stomach churning. you can’t think of anything to say but get off. “um—”

“but fuck the job conversation,” dahyun says, leaning closer to you, eyes flashing with mischief. “you wanna get fucked up?” 

—

to your better judgement—along with the credit, this is something that you don’t really do on a weekend basis—getting fucked up. 

it takes a few beers and sojus to get loose enough to smile freely. you’ve lost the count from five shots onwards to keep you laughing, swimmy. dahyun leads you to the bar to take more shots together—your idea—that’s immediately chased down with lime juice, shoved into your mouth by dahyun’s fingers. the burst of citrus in your mouth. 

there’s no food to sober up with, so you decide to get that stored energy on the dance floor, sweating profusely. you switch between the different groups—first spinning around in a mid circle with shuhua and tzuyu, then joining irene and seulgi as they move together. you’re being dragged in between, irene laughing against your neck, head being thrown back into seulgi’s shoulder, the light’s over-bright above you, a shimmering multicolor. you’re laughing, and laughing, and laughing, even when a flash of green against the ceiling makes you want to cry. 

it’s so easy to stop thinking.

which is exactly the case when dahyun finds her way onto the dance floor, swaggering. selugi spins you towards her embrace and she catches you, hands securing the waist, fingers sliding down to your hips. her voice rumbles from her chest and into your ears when she speaks, mouth skimming the curve orf it. “you know, tzuyu really wanted me to meet you.” 

you wrap your arms around her neck. “she did?”

“yeah, she did. said you needed to meet someone new.” 

“oh. i didn’t know.” dahyun leads you into a dance, slipping their knee between your legs. something cold curdles up in the pit of your stomach, but the warmth of the alcohol makes it easy to ignore. have fun, you remind yourself. 

“yeah, thank god she did,” dahyun says.

the music, booming club/house hit, robs most of your hearing, but when you sway your hips and she follows the motion of it, moving with you, you can hear the dark rumble of her groan, can feel it when dahyun says, “fuck, you’re so hot. you wanna get out of here?”

that cold pit in the base of your stomach explodes, icy panic flooding your insides. dahyun’s eyes widen with shock as you push her away from you, and when she tries to tug you close again, you bat her away, snapping, “no.” 

you stumble to the end of the club, shoving on your coat as you rush out into the cold weather. you tremble more from the alarm than the chill when you pull out your phone and scroll through the contact list.

sana answers before the end of the first ring. “y/n?”

“i’m coming to your house,” you announce, waving widely as you try to flag down a taxi.

“is something wrong? your voice sounds weird. do you want me to pick you up?”

“i’m coming,” you repeat. “to your house. so tell your doorman to let me in.” 

“baby, are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?” 

the pet name stings. as does your persistent loyalty to her. wouldn’t have been so freeing to make her hurt? “no.”

“y/n—” 

“i’ll see you now.” 

you hang up just as a taxi stops beside you. opening the door and climbing into the car, slurring out sana’s address. given that her apartment complex is close, the drive takes under fifteen minutes. you had to swipe your card at least three separate times for the payment to go through. you nearly trip when stepping out, knees shaking and coltish, but right yourself quickly to march into the building. the red-headed doorman gives you a sour look that you meet with a scowl. thankfully, though, he lets you in without a word. 

the journey to sana’s apartment is a blur. recognizing the soft elevator music and the ding as it opens. your heels click against the marble floors when you stumble down the hall, hands aligning against the wall to keep your balance. when you find sana’s door, you knock on it hard, speaking into the peephole. “it’s y/n. let me in!” 

door swung open instantly; sana must’ve been waiting for you. heart throbbing when you see her, brown hair around her shoulder, barefoot and not-entirely relaxed, but she herds you in before you can get emotional, following you to the living room. 

“are you okay?” sana asks.

“no.” you throw your purse down and wrestle to get your coat off. sana steps forward to help you but you shake your head, scoffing at her injured look. 

“you’re drunk,” sana observes with disapproval., “why are you drunk?” 

“i went out with tzuyu.” 

“are you okay?” sana asks again.

“no. i’m drunk.” 

sana’s expression shifts, wavering between panic and concern. you wonder what she has to be worried about, if she carries the past week with her the way that you did. but of course not, you think bitterly. why would she care at all? 

“do you need water?” 

you don’t reply, still struggling to take your coat off, suddenly overheated. sana watches you, making a frustrated sound deep in her throat. she runs her hand through her hair. “i don’t know what you wnat me to do then, baby.” 

“i want you to stop calling me baby.”

“what?” 

you whirl around. “i want you to stop with the pet names. i want you to stop with the gifts. i want you to stop sending me money. i-i want you to stop—talking to me like you care about me. it’s cruel, sana.” 

“y/n, what are you talking about? of course i fucking care about you.” sana’s eyes widening. “did you take any drugs?” 

“no!” you yell. “and no, i didn’t take any drugs!”

“then what the fuck is your problem?” 

“my problem,” you spit, narrowing your eyes, speaking through your teeth. “is that i don’t want to be your damn sugar baby anymore!”

“what?!” 

“yeah! your sugar baby, sana. does it make you feel bad when i say it? because it makes me fel fucking worse.” your voice cracking, shaking your head. “and i take it anymore.” 

sana grasps the side of her hair. “take what? take what anymore? what the fuck are you talking about?” 

“this!” you gesture between you and sana. “i can’t— i can’t keep pretending that i’m okay with this. that you can go to my house, fuck me, and then venmo me some money after like it’s okay. like i’m your—at first i thought it would be fine. it hurt me, made me feel sick, but i thought….i guess i thought that things would change but they haven’t. they haven’t and it really fucking hurts.” 

“y/n, sweetheart, my love—” you flinch—”i’m really gonna need you to start making sense before i lose my fucking mind.” 

“what doesn’t make any sense to you? my feelings? did you really expect that you could get to fuck me fore three months and i wound’t feel anything? am i that much of a fucking doll to you?” 

“wha—?” 

“you know, tonight i met this girl that was really into me,” you say, and giddily watch sana freeze. “tzuyu introduced me to her. she thought we’d be good together. she wanted me.” 

sana’s face goes flat, hands stalling in the air between them. your pulse skips at the sudden coldness that grips her, the way her eyes darken, like the brief seconds of peace that precede the explosion of a volcano.

“what?” she asks quietly. “what did you say?” 

“but i didn’t want her!” you cry. a jolt of panic runs through you, as fierce as your heartbreak. “i didn’t! she said she wanted to sleep with me and i said no! because of you, sana! because i like you! i really, really, really like you and i have feelings for you, and—” 

“are you saying you could have cheated on me!” sana yells. “did you just admit to my fucking face expect me to thank you?!”

“cheat on what? you’re not my girlfriend, you’re my sugar mommy! thats’ what this whole argument is about!” 

“i’m not your damn sugar mommy! i told you from day-fucking-one that i hated that shit! i think it’s disgusting! i told you that! if it were up to me, park jihyo would be dead in the fucking ground!” 

“oh.” stumbling back. the shock crashing over in waves, realization threatening to wash over you. “i–oh, fuck. god.” 

because sana was right. she did tell you that, just twenty minutes into the first meeting. her giving money to you after the first date misled you, given the impression that this was something sordid, but sana never acted that way. not once. she only ever treated you like…

you cradle your face when sana paces in front of you, muscles tense with rage. her fists shake by her sides, knuckles white, and you have the sudden urge to throw yourself down at her feet and kiss them, to beg for her forgiveness. 

“i’m sorry. sana, i’m so sorry.” you gaps. “i didn’t—i misinterpreted everything, and i—” 

sana stops in place to look at you, blazing eyes rooting you to the ground. your breath twists in your lungs as the words melt on your tongue, leaving you with nothing. because you have nothing. there’s nothing to say. 

and sana takes you in, the trembling and tears, you being desperate for forgiveness. she runs a hand over your face, sighing heavily. “you’re way too drunk to be having this conversation.” 

“i’m not.” you’re not lying. if you were a tad bit less sober, the doubt would be hurting just as much.

“yes, you are.” 

“sana, i won’t be able to sleep unless we talk this through.” 

“i don’t give a shit. you’re going to bed.” 

you whimper as she marches past you, stumbling after her to follow. she stops when you reach the bedroom and open the door for you to head inside. you do, slowly, like you expect to face some form of punishment or further scolding, but sana only walks to her drawers and fishes for a t-shirt, holding it out to you. 

as you take it, she leaves the room, giving you privacy to change. you sniffle quietly as you shove your dress down and off around your feet, and slip the shirt on. just as you bend to take off your shoe, sana comes back into the room, carrying a glass of water. she watches you struggle for a beta before sighing and placing the glass down on her nightstand. you nearly weep when you watch sana kneeled down in front of you, her hands going to your ankles. “sana, i—” 

“not now,” she says, looking up at you, eyes still hard and angry, but her fingers gentle, thumb tapping your bone, “we can talk about it tomorrow.” 

when sana’s done, she steps back, lining upr your heels against the wall. 

“get in bed,” sana orders

“sana, i-i can sleep on the couch,” you say weakly. “i really don’t need to take your bed. i’ve had enough trouble already. ‘

“i don’t care. get in.”

“really, it’s—” 

“get. in.” 

her tone leaves no room for debate, and you clamber up to slip beneath the covers. you stare up at sana, hoping she’ll offer to climb in next to you, but she pushes the water towards you, instead. 

“drink.” 

“i’m not thirsty.” 

“it’s not for your thirst. it’s so you have enough wits about you in the morning. and, also, for right now. i’m not exactly trusting your judgment.” 

sana drops three ibuprofen tablet into your palm. while she watches, you dutifully swallow each one, gilt hollowing out your stomach. you open your mouth to speak, but she nudges the glass up, silently demand you drink. she doesnt’ stop until you’ve downed the whole thing. once it’s empty, sana nods with satisfaction and steps back. 

“we’ll talk in the morning. for now, please go to sleep.”

“sana.”

“go to sleep,” she repeats, an edge to her voice. “if i hear anything else, i—” she stops herself. roughly shakes her head. “i can’t guarantee what i’ll do next.” 

you flinch when the door slams shut behind her, throwing yourself down onto sana’s pillow. a sob builds in your throat when her scent hits you in full force, and you inhale it greedily, chest stuttering as you curly around it, clinging to it like it can morph into her skin. 

and sleep is also unkind. it’s only gracious enough to give you any reprieve when the sun peeks over the horizon. you fall into it fruitfully. 

—

you’re awoken to a soft touch, a hand gently shaking your shoulder. “y/n. y/n, get up.” 

sana’s voice registers, at first distant and tinny, then overwhelming, a sharp spiek into your barin. you jolt up, nearly headbutting her as you scramble to face her. sana moves to sit on a chair she’s pulled up the side of her bed. she looks at you calmly, her hands folded over her knees, foot bouncing, because she can never be fully at ease. her body doesn’t let her. 

“good morning.” 

everything that you’ve been feeling the night before suddenly rises to the surface again in an overwhelming rush. you can’t even think to compose yourself. your head and heart aches too much to try. 

“i’m sorry!” i cry. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i didn’t— i honestly thought—i don’t know why—no, i do know why but—i didn’t think i was cheating on you. i thought you were my s-sugar mommy and i thought our relationship was transactional. it’s why i was so nervous when you met mina because i thought she’d find out. i had no idea—” 

you huff, words croaking out into a sob, and sana moves her chair to the edge of her bed to cup your face. you lean into it, tears smearing against her skin. 

“i’m not going to say that i’m not angry, because i am. or that i’m not confused, because i really am. but i think i’m starting to understand where the confusion is.” 

“i’m sorry.” 

“is it because i gave you money?” sana asks, ignoring it. 

you nod. “yes.” 

“even after i told you that i thought that shit was gross?”

“it wasn’t then,” you say. “i didn’t go out with you with dual inteitinons. i thought it was a date.” 

“which it was.”

“i realize that now.”

“so, it was after? when i sent you—” 

“a thousand dollars, sana,” you breathe—still, even now, in disbelief. “which, you have to admit, is a little ridiculous to send someone you met when they were first trying out to be someone’s sugar baby.” 

“that’s why i sent it. i knew you needed it. i though you’d understand.” 

“i didn’t. and even if i did, can’t you admit that’s strange? or at the very least, kind of offensive?” 

“no.” sana slides her hand down, thumb tapping your chin like she did when she first kissed you. “id’ be strange if it was for anyone but you.” 

a rosy flush stains your cheeks, spreading high. “i don’t know what that means.” 

“i think you do.” she slips her hand away and leans back. her face hardens when she says, “no about that girl—” 

“we never kissed!” you say desperately. “we never kissed. she never touched me, not really. we just danced. i only said that because i wanted to provoke you.” 

“you nearly did. i swear to god, y/n. i wanted to do something about that.” 

you grab sana’s hand and lift it between you two. “i’m sorry. i was being spiteful.” 

“it’s fine. i’m not angry with you.” 

“you’re not?” 

“no. but if kim dahyun—” 

“how do you know her name?” 

“she texted you. i blocked her number—ever ends up horribly injdured and is brought to me as a patient, i’m passing the cart to the next surgeon.” 

“you’re not funny.” 

“who said i was joking?” 

“sana.” 

before you can scold her, sana wraps an arm around you and secrues you to her, heart pouding a slow righym against your ear. you feel her chin drop onto your crown, her hand sliding up your back. 

“i love you, y/n,” sana says. her hold tightens when you freeze, but she continues, undeterred. “i love you and it only took me about a week to realize it.” 

tears crowd your eyes in earnest. sana’s name comes out as a gasp, but she pulls you back to cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. “i love you. this has never been transactional for me. not once.” 

“i—” 

“you got something to say to that?” 

“sana.” she stops to watch you, eyes going soft as you start to weep. she presses her lips to your forehead, then shifts so that your face falls into her neck. you cling to sana, mouth moving against the skin of her. “...’ove you.” 

“what?” 

“i said i love you.” 

“i know. i just wanted to hear you say it again.” 

sana laughs when you pinch her side, and you two settle into a comfortable silence s you sid and hold each other, sinking into bliss. that is until sana says, “does this mean you’re cool with getting married?  you know, eventually?” 

“what?” 

“i told you i wanted to marry you and you said you loved me. that wasn’t a no.” 

“you didn’t propose.”

“i thought i was implied.” 

“an implication is not a proposal, sana. that’s been our whole issue.” you say as sana frowns. “and i don’t wanna think about getting married until sometime later.” 

“so what do you want to do in the meantime, wander around like two hopeless romantics that we are?” 

“well—” you rise up to your knees, words purposefully slow as you push sana to the bed and climb over her. her hands find your waist, sliding up. you kiss the grin from her lips. 

“just stay close to me. that’s all i ask.” 

[thesassypadawan]

Maple Flavored Sausage (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: It’s all you want…the one craving you want the most…Hayden’s maple flavored sausage. And, of course, he isn’t even around to help ‘satisfy’ it. Hopefully he comes home soon and ‘gives’ you as much as you like…and then some. (Hope you like the prequel, Like Rabbits!❤️)

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there sooo much of the smut. Preggo sex, fingering, good old-fashioned missionary, and, as always… Hayden’s big, fat dick.

- It was all you wanted and needed; thought of and fantasized about. A craving that you weren’t able to ‘indulge’ in during your first trimester, but now that you’ve entered the second… Well, your mouth, along with something else, practically waters at just the idea of getting a ‘taste’ of Hayden’s maple flavored sausage.

- Of course, this all hits when he’s out of town. Leaving you a preggo hot mess who has to settle for horny texting him and wearing his now not so oversized Leafs shirt. While also ‘aggressively negotiating’ with yourself…his pillow…the whole weekend.

- Catching you red-handed the moment he sets foot in the bedroom, he easily cages you in with his strong arms. Pressing a tender kiss to your lips, then your neck. Playfully teasing in between each. “Craving that bad?”

- “All your fault,” you huff. A small pout on your face, trying to act so snippy and sassy. Completely failing miserably though; when he starts paying extra attention to your sweet spot, nipping it gently.

- “My fault?” Hay mutters; hot breath tickling your skin, sending shivers through your body. “Then let me make it up to you…”

- Breaking away, he flashes you one of those damn smiles and falls to his knees. Big hands sliding to your bump, rubbing ‘soothing’ circles. “…my adorable little mama.” Before sinking lower.

- Kissing your bared calf, his mouth trails up to your plumpened thigh. Biting softly, tongue lapping lazily; making you gasp and coo. “Feels so good.”

- “Then you’re really going to love this.” Nudging your legs open, he groans at the sight of your damp panties. Face nuzzling into your clothed cunt, lips parting. His teeth clamping down, applying just enough pressure to have you seeing stars.

- Hips buck weakly, chasing after that delicious friction. A pitiful whine escapes you as another gush of slick slips from you. Begging greedily for… “More. Need more.”

- “More, huh?” Pulling back, his long fingers toy with the edge of your panties. Thumbs hooking in, tugging tauntingly. Working them slowly down your legs, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder. “All right, whatever you want…I’ll give.”

- Your breath hitches when Hayden eagerly dives in. Tongue running across your swollen lips, occasionally dipping inside your aching core. While his nose bumps and brushes against your clit in such a perfect way that it leaves you twitching, thoroughly drenched.

- Hands make their way up your sides, underneath the t-shirt. Giving your gravid middle a bit of adoration, peppering your neck with love nibbles the whole time. “You’re filling this out pretty good. Any rounder and you won’t be able to fit in it.”

- Something about that just…yeah, hit all the right buttons. Squeaking and wiggling, you shift forward. Helping him pull the shirt over your head, your hands fly to his pants. Fingers, yanking; trying to get them, plus his hoodie, off as fast as possible. And messing up oh so bad.

- “Okay, okay; I get it,” he chuckles. Taking pity on your poor, clumsy behind, Hay finishes the job. Swiftly shedding them, adding to the pile with yours. His fat cock springs forth, standing tall and proud. Tip already oozing pre.

- Walls flutter in interest when he slots himself between your thighs. Hiking your legs over his hips, he holds you open. Length rubbing against your slick folds, blue eyes staring at you intently…lovingly. “Ready for me?”

- Propping slightly up on your elbows, you nod excitedly. Hips pushing towards his, craving sweet stimulation. “Thought you’d never ask.”

- Sharing a playful smile, he lines himself up. Hands squeezing gingerly while surging forward. Stretching you out wonderfully, like always. Both letting out a low hiss.

- As you take a moment to adjust, his palms slide up your trembling thighs. Cupping your bump, caressing it. A mix of pride and pleasure on his face. “Shit, angel, you’re so damn sexy…stuffed full with my dick, with my baby.”

- Those words, they send a shot of electricity straight to your cunt. Have you clenching around, whimpering up at him desperately to… “Move; please, move. Fuck me fast, fuck me hard.”

- Groaning, Hayden’s lips capture yours in a passionate, heated kiss. Swallowing your needy sounds, coating your tongue with your tangy essence. All the while pounding you like a man possessed.

- Parting for air, you wrap your arms around his thick neck. Pulling him closer, pressing yourselves together the best you can. Clit grinding furiously against his pelvis, nipples just barely dragging fervently across his chest. Sparks of ecstasy firing off throughout you.

- Tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. He’s slamming into your g-spot so amazingly, hitting it over and over. Pushing your overly sensitive butt quickly towards the edge, reducing you to a whiney little thing. “Hay… Close, Hay… Gonna… Gonna make me…”

- His pace stutters for a second before picking back up. Moving at a nearly brutal speed, he snakes a hand between you two. Fingers finding and pressing on your tiny bud. Skillfully circling and toying with it, growling in your ear. “Cum. Let me hear how good I did satisfying your craving.”

- That’s all it took. Your vision goes completely white, gummy walls clamp down hard on his throbbing length. Whole body tenses up, nails scratching at and digging into his broad shoulders. Frantic cries of ‘Hayden’ flying from your mouth. Coming totally undone, creaming all over him.

- “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” Hips still rocking, he rides the waves of your aftershock. Thrusts growing sloppier and erratic, the sound of his heavy balls slapping wetly against you fills the air. Until with one last powerful drive and a low grunt…

- His hot cum shoots into your spent pussy, filling you up even more than he already was. The idea and sensation alone has your back arching. Hungrily milking him for every last drop; legs winding and locking around his waist to keep it all inside. Old habits are tough to break.

- Panting, the two of you bask in the glow of your orgasms. With him placing soft kisses to the tip of your nose, forehead, cheeks…lips. His hands gently stroking your belly, a wide grin on his face. “You know, I meant what I said. You’ve always been sexy, but like this… I’m so turned on; I could keep you like this.”

- Hearing this, a small giggle bubbles in your throat. A wicked little thought forming in your mind. “Well, if that’s how you really feel…maybe you should fuck another baby in me after this one.”

- Yep, that did it. Hay’s grin somehow grows wider and you can feel him hardening, twitching deep inside of you. To which you to let out a squeal of excitement when he starts rutting slowly again. “Just for that, I’m giving you all the maple flavored sausage you can handle.”

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen

[ilygetou]

I'm here for u bbg 😞🙏

have been craving gojo content from you lately cause that one cunnilingus fic has me in a chokehold!!!

so what about ex;bf! gojo eating you out under a table in public while you're out with all your friends<3

i love this nonnie!! & i could definitely see satoru doing that if he was your ex!! <3

cw. overstimulation, cunnilingus, ’toru eats you out in public w no shame, squirting, almost getting caught (⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠).

exbf! satoru who has been gone for way too long, your friends beginning to question & wonder about his sudden disappearance not knowing that he was right under the table, between your legs, eating you out.

“don’t you think gojo has been gone for too long?” one of them said, “yeah and the food is about to be here any minute, i’m not going to be waiting for him” another said.

you looked nervous, sweat dripping from the side of your face & lashline covered with tears. Your whole body was shaking, you were out of breath & it was so obvious but no one said or commented anything about it.

while gojo was under the table, he was brushing his tongue on your wet folds, pinching your clit with his fingers till it became all swollen n’ puffy. He pushed his index finger into your tight hole, your walls immediately clenching around him.

exbf! satoru who started moving his fingers slowly, in n’ out of your cunny which was leaking with every thrust of his fingers, his tongue was making small circles around your clit, teasing you until you tightly grabbed his hair from under the table, trying your best to hold in your moans.

you kept tugging on his hair as he kept making small circles around your aching clit.

exbf! satoru who removed his finger from your glistening pussy, he started lapping at your cunt like a starved man, he spread your legs wider which made you let out a choked moan. Three of your friends who were sitting at the table with you suddenly stopped talking & went silent.

they all gave you the same confused look mixed with hints of concern, “what was that?” one of them goes, you couldn’t reply, the stimulation & pleasure you were receiving made it hard to reply. They all had their attention fixated on you and all you could do was shake your head, trying to dismiss them.

exbf! satoru who’s hearing everything that’s happening above him & still decides to continue, he slid his hand under your thigh to squeeze the fat of your ass, squeezing it very roughly which made you let out a quiet yelp. He continued lapping his tongue at your swollen clit, sucking it in making it even harder for you to hold in your moans.

“n-no ’s nothing!” you barely managed to let out, they all gave you one last look before going back to engaging in their previous conversation. You let out a sigh of relief before quickly biting your lips so hard as you felt satoru swirling the tip of his tongue against your clit.

You knew your orgasm was approaching, your legs were shaking as gojo continued sucking & biting on your clit, you tightened your grip on his hair before a rush of clear liquid covered your ex’s face, you covered your mouth with your hands and moaned softly against it.

exbf! satoru who stopped his movements, taken aback from your sudden orgasm. He knew it was coming but he didn’t expect this.

Now that satoru was done with you, there were two problems left: 1st. his growing bulge that needed to be taken care of now and 2nd: how to get out of under the table without getting caught by your friends.

exbf! satoru who quickly took out his phone to send you a text that read: “gotta help me get out of here baby ;( need to take care of something else that also needs your help.”

[moonshinemagpie]

I forgive you for everything AI I take it all back give me the library of alexandria plsssss

EDIT:

Folks are saying there's a pay wall on the article so basically: There's this villa that's thought to have belonged to Julius Caesar's father-in-law, and it has multiple floors of a well-stocked library filled with scrolls that were scorched by the same Mount Vesuvius eruption that buried Pompeii.

There's no way to safely unroll these scrolls, but since 1999 we've been examining them with infrared, x-rays, CT scans, and other methods that have helped us see the scrolls' ink without unrolling them. And now AI is showing the potential to decipher these scrolls even more.

Also, scholars apparently nickname these scrolls things like 'Banana Boy' and 'Fat Bastard,' even though they're sometimes revealed to be, like, The Odyssey or the Book of Leviticus.

I additionally learned that "papyrologist" is a possible job title to have.

Another thing that touches me is that we first found these scrolls in the 1700s and mostly had the foresight to keep them intact and preserved until we developed the tech to examine them safely.

Excerpt:

The first word to be found, announced on October 12th, was “porphyras”, which means “purple” in ancient Greek.

...

Many fragments turned out to belong to texts written by a Greek philosopher called Philodemus of Gadara. Until then, they had been known only from mentions in other works. (Cicero, though, was a fan of his poetry.)

...

Mr Friedman and Daniel Gross, another entrepreneur, launched the Vesuvius Challenge in March, with a prize fund of $250,000. Other tech-industry donors soon increased that to over $1m. To get the ball rolling, an initial challenge was posted on Kaggle, a website that hosts data-science contests, to improve the ink-detection model developed by Dr Parsons.

More than 1,200 teams entered. Many competed in subsequent challenges to improve the tools for ink detection and “segmentation”, as the process of transforming the 3d scans into 2d images of the scroll’s surface is known. Scrutinising segmented images from Banana Boy, Dr Handmer realised that the crackle pattern signified the presence of ink. Mr Farritor used this finding to fine-tune a machine-learning model to find more crackles, then used those crackles to further optimise his model, until eventually it revealed legible words.

Mr Nader used a different approach, starting with “unsupervised pretraining” on the segmented images, asking a machine-learning system to find whatever patterns it could, with no external hints. He tweaked the resulting model using the winning entries from the Kaggle ink-detection challenge. After seeing Mr Farritor’s early results, he applied this model to the same segment of Banana Boy, and found what appeared to be some letters. He then iterated, repeatedly refining his model using the found letters. Slowly but surely its ability to find more letters increased. All the results were assessed by papyrologists before the prizes were awarded.

No less important than the technology is the way the effort has been organised. It is, in effect, the application of the open-source software-development method, Mr Friedman’s area of expertise, to an archaeological puzzle. “It’s a unique collaboration between tech founders and academics to bring the past into the present using the tools of the future,” he says. Dr Seales reckons the spur of competition means the equivalent of ten years’ worth of research has been done in the past three months.

An active community of volunteers is now applying the new tools to the two scanned scrolls. Mr Friedman thinks there is a 75% chance that someone will claim the grand prize of $700,000, for identifying four separate passages of at least 140 characters, by the end of the year. “It’s a race now,” he says. “We will be reading entire books next year.”

Being able to read Banana Boy would indeed just be the beginning. Only a small fraction of Greek and Roman literature has survived into modern times. But if the hundreds of other scrolls recovered from the villa could be scanned and read using the same tools, it would dramatically expand the number of texts from antiquity. Dr Seales says he hopes the Herculaneum scrolls will contain “a completely new, previously unknown text”. Mr Friedman is hoping for one of the lost Homeric epic poems in particular.

Even more important, all this might in turn revive interest in excavating the villa more fully, says Mr Friedman. The existing scrolls were recovered from a single corner of what scholars believe is a much larger library spread across several floors. If so, it might contain thousands of scrolls in Greek and Latin.'

[dreams-of-me]

Why Don't You Love Me?

Eren x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: domestic abuse!, toxic! Eren, semi-public sex, verbal abuse!, cervix kissing, deep penetration, vaginal penetration, creampie, overstimulation, AFAB Reader, BIPOC reader.

This is a prompt for my dear friend. She is a Yeagerist just like me and she deserves a fanfic that will make her coochie throb! This is based off the relationship between Nate and Maddie from Euphoria and I will not be taking and questions at this time.

"You're such an asshole leave me the fuck alone."

"Oh I'm the asshole because you want to show your ass to other men while you belong to me?"

" I don't belong to anyone but my fucking self, and if I were to belong to someone it wouldn't be you Eren. "

Eren's rage had reached his limit and grabbed you by your throat. He slammed you against the nearest wall and brought his lips close to your ears as he spoke slowly and calmly.

"Listen here bitch, you belong to me even if you don't want to. Even if we break up, you belong to me. You're mine got it."

You couldnt breathe Eren was at least a foot and a half taller than you and her was holding you up by your neck. You looked at him calmly as he spoke because even though the position you were in was painful and terrifying, you could not help yourself when the thought of him fucking you right up against the same wall. You were undeniably aroused by that little vein that popped out of Eren's neck as he spoke.

He let you down and you gasped for air as he walked away. You knew he could've killed you if he wanted but everything before this moment is really what kept you with him. Everything before this moment is what allowed the relization that everything he just told you is true. Even if he were to kill you, you'd be his.

Eren was the type of guy that was absolutely smoking hot and he knew it. Because he knew it he walked around Shiganshina Secondary School like he owned it. He was the social king, the football captain, the hottest guy in school, and average level intelligence. Unfortunately, this made it super apparent that he need a queen very soon as he was in his Junior Year and people were starting to believe that he was Gay from hanging around his best friend Armin so much and Mikasa didn't help as she looked at every girl that got close to him with a death stare.

Eren was also very picky. He didn't want a girl that was too tall or too short. About medium height. Had to be practically hairless, they need a nice rack and a fat ass. More importantly the needed to be confident. He also had a thing for POC girls, how their darker skin seemed to glow in the honey sunlight of golden hour. How the gold jewelry always complimented their skin, and the Lucious lips that was always beautifully adorned with all types of gloss. God, don't even get him started on how they smelled. Which is what brought him to you. You walked past him on the way to your class and he smelled warm vanilla and linen with a fruity scent. He turned around and watched you ass sway away from him as you entered your class.

Later that day he looked for you in the cafeteria. He spotted you with a teammate, Jean it looked like you were reviewing some class work so he walked over to you both.

"No Jean, this needs to be done by tomorrow so that we both have time to prepare to the game this Friday."

"Okay fine ill get it done as soon as I can. Oh what's up Yeager-"

"You're gorgeous. Give me your number?"

"You're not too bad yourself. Its XXX-XXX-XX34." You say confidently. Your lips move with such slow ease that he is entrapped hearing nothing but what he might imagine your moans sound like under him.

"I'll see you at the game this weekend QB 1, but hopefully. I get to see you sometime before that. Text me."

"Yeager, you're hot shit and everything but we have practice let's go."

Eren picked his jaw up off the floor as he watched your hair swing behind you as you walked, turned your head quickly to find him staring then winked. He felt is heart jolt and blood rush straight to his dick. That's the moment where he knew you had to be his queen.

"OH FUCK YES"

"I know, take it all for me."

"EREN FUCK"

"Dirty mouth, its okay I like that. Are you ready for me."

"Please please plea- AH FUCK"

"Fuuuuck."

You would assume this was a porno. You're in a dark and empty classroom blinds closed as the band plays the start of the halftime performance for the night. A classic, Seven Nation Army. The scent of popcorn and hotdogs from the concession stand was in full blast. This was their first game of the season and in the first two quarters Shiganshina's football team had a 21 point lead to 7 from the opposing team.

You had been texting Eren nonstop about everything. Talking about sweet nothings. Getting showered with compliments as well as the occasional gift at the end of the school day. A new set of nails, some lingerie shopping, and of course perfume for your collection. He loved how you smiled when he bought you things, and you adored that he bought you things. The make shift relationship you found yourself was perfect. At the end of the week the night of the game you found yourself holding hands with him walking down the hallway. He kissed you deeply and he told you to text him as he grabbed your ass before walking away.

You liked that Eren was sweet and although affectionate, he wasn't feening for sex...but you were. You'd drool as he'd send you pictures of himself fresh out of the shower after practice. Or when he wore those tight black t-shirts with a gold chain that hugged his arms and pectoral muscles just right. The way his jaw clenched when he focused as he pulled his hair back into a bun made your pussy clench with ease. You were done playing nice.

"Aw princess, did you think I forgot about you?"

"Shut up, no one gives a fuck about you or your ego."

You admit that your personality also changed when you got with him, you were the center attention because you were together, you had the best clothes and style because of him. Girl and guys alike all looked at you like the queen he made you out to be, and if you were his queen, Ymir so help you that your wouldn't take what's yours when you wanted it.

"Watch it Y/N, you know I like when you talk dirty but talking shit is different."

"What you're gonna let little old me bruise your fucking god complex? If I can do it than any other little fucker in this school can and you're just as much of a failure as your older brother and crazy ass father."

You also admit that you took that comment too far in trying to rile him up and unfortunately you paid the fucking price. Family is a sensitive topic for Eren and there is only so much teasing he can take before he snaps. And that's exactly what he did, at the drop of a hat he turned you around and grabbed you by the neck slamming you against the wall of the athletics building where you were both walking to practice.

"Listen up bitch, I don't care what you have to say about me but my family is off fucking limits, not that you would ever know or care about yours seeing as you're so fucking detached from them. "

You looked at him fighting to breathe eyes low and slightly seductive but tearing up as you were being held up by your neck to his height. You grasped at his hand for some leverage but his grip on your neck provided no such thing.

"You're fucking job is to walk around on my arm, look like the hottest bitch in heat that I picked up and suck my cock when I ask you to, questioning me, my athourity, or my family is not part of it and I never wanna hear shit from uppity slut like you… Got it”

He released his hold and you came crashing down.

Fighting to inhale oxygen into your lungs and coughing when the burn of the oxygen passes finally.

He stood there looking down at you unamused.

With a tear in your eye, you look up at him neck already beginning to bruise with a yellowish hue.

“Why don’t you love me?” you said being the most genuine you’ve every been in months.

He scoffed, picked you up and kissed you. Not like usual, not an apology for his abuse but proof that he does care for you in his own twisted way. And that was enough you felt. Enough for you.

He’s always loved doggy style, loved watching your plump ass clap back at him and wave in all it’s glory. So you weren’t surprised when he pushed you away from the kiss and turned you around. Bending you against the wall and hiking your cheer skirt up, pulling the shorts and panties down.

Next thing you knew you felt his dick pressed up against your rubbing against your ass “dumb questions get dumb answers”.

He rammed himself into you, filling you all the way up and sucking his teeth at your tightness. You couldn’t control your moans, he just fucked you so deeply and with so much intent that it was hard not to voice your every sensation.

“Ahh- Erennn”

“mhm say my name.”

“fuck eren, just like that”

You were getting whiplash because right when you said that he pulled out and turned you around again. Lifting you up so that your ankles locked around his hips. Nestling your drippy pussy on his tip.

He gripped both your ass cheeks and pressed you down, fully in-bedding himself in you.

“Fuckkkkkk, ahh it’s so deep”

“just how i like it.”

He continued his pace from earlier as you threw your head back in complete euphoria. He kept it going as if you weighed even less than a feather.

“You’re such a needy bitch, why didn’t you tell me you needed some dick earlier. All of this could’ve been avoided”

It fell on deaf ears obviously because the pain from your neck and the pleasure from your pussy we’re mixing soooo well.

“Ah- More, please more”

He did exactly that pushing himself deeper into you with every thrust, your wetness dripping on the pants of his uniform. He used that wetness to slip a finger in your ass and if you were full before you’re way over the limit now.

“Ngahhhh too muchhhh “

“what, you just asked for more. Take what i give you”

3 more thrusts in and you were cumming all over him, you held onto him for dear life clawing at his back knowing he’d pay for your new mani when you complain about it next week. You didn’t expect him to keep thrusting into you after you came.

“AHHH NOOO”

“Shut the fuck up”

He thrusted deeper, harder, but so much slower because he knew now that you were done he was next. He relished every second of your cries, how you were still fluttering around him but tightening as he pushed into you deeper.

You started shaking as your second orgasm finally took over and he came right along with you, groaning into you ear.

“Shiiiiiiitttttt, ahhh”

You were non-verbal, eyes rolled back as a stream of clear liquid made itself present between the both of you.

He kissed you again. Hotter, more passionate. Gripping the nape of your neck to push both of you deeper into it.

You wrapped your hands in his hair become slightly more conscious.

By the time you both were done practice had ended.

You both texted your coaches about not feeling well including a picture of your soaked uniform lying about “throwing up”.

You went the locker rooms, changed and walked to Eren’s car hand in hand.

You spent the night at his house, exhausted enough to not care about his 30 minute shower. But when he came back, god he smelled amazing. He wrapped you in the blanket before getting into bed himself.

You cuddled into his chest as he stared at the ceiling waiting for sleep to take him.

“what makes you think i don’t love you?”

you don’t respond, pretending to be asleep but with your head and heart wide awake. You know now, those word will never have to be said again

You fell asleep feeling happy, but nothing could prepare you for the week to come when the bruises took their final form…

[sensei-venus]

Can't stop thinking about bimbo housewife reader just wanting to make her hubby and wife feel better after their long days at work by letting them use her fat wet pussy that she's been edging all day to their hearts content

- gemini sensei

( @gemini-sensei )

She probably just has a feeling that they are going to need some extra pampering when they get home from work.

Maybe it's something small that triggers the feelings she gets.

Maybe it's nothing like missing their favorite shoes, they are nowhere to be found. They swear  they left them at the door but now they're magically gone. Maybe the water pressure in the shower is messed up, no hot water, and now they have to call to get someone to come out and look at it. They can't find their keys and now they are late to work by like ten minutes. All in all their morning is basically ruined.

Reader kisses them good bye and wishes them a good day. The door closes and Reader is already thinking of a plan.

And so what, maybe she can have her own little fun while she's at it. She's giggling to herself the whole morning while getting everything prepared and ready. Her eyes sparkle as she goes to their shared closet and pulls out their little box of toys. Looking through all their little goodies she gets to find some of the more teasing ones. She finally comes across the perfect ones.

She pulls out a wireless clit vibrator and one of her favorite plugs. For a split second, she feels like this shouldn't be as fun as it seems, but it most definitely is. She smiles while getting herself ready.

With some extra lube she slides the plug right in to her tight hole. She tries to relax a little before fully sliding it in, it had been a while since she had done this herself. Usually her husband/wife would do it with her. Warmth bubbles up inside her at the mere thought of them holding her while helping to slide the toy inside her. She shivers a little as it sinks into place inside her warm channel.

With a bit of work and some skin-safe tape, she places the clit vibe on. She flips her dress back down and slowly cleans up the small mess of toys. Throwing them back in the box and sliding them back into their closet. She keeps the remote in her dress pocket for safe keeping.

The rest of the day is spent going around the house cleaning. Sweeping and vacuuming the floors, cleaning the furniture with a duster.

The big plug presses inside her as she moves around the house. Her pussy clenched every other moment at the heavyweight. It started to grind against her velvety sung walls, threatening to push against her soft spot.

She loves the fact that she in her own home all day so she can moan and whimper all she wants. Taking full advantage of that and whimpering all over the house.

Midday she decides to take it up a notch and turn on the vibrator. She bucks and has to hold onto the washing machine. The vibrations made her mind go fuzzy for a moment. She sighs while lowering the setting just a little. Needing to keep working on the pile of laundry that still needs to be folded and put away. She promises to keep on her panties though out the whole day no matter what. It doesn't matter if they end up completely ruined and soaked though.

She wants her husband/wife to know how much work she put into edging herself all day for them.

At the very end of the day she just sends them a simple text of “I have a surprise when you get home. Find me in the kitchen~” with a whole bunch of heart emotions.

When they come home they throw off their stuff at the door and don't even look back.

They walk into the kitchen to find Reader up on the kitchen counter, legs spread with her fancy little house dress pulled up around her waist. Soaking wet panties on full display. She had the sweetest little smile on her face with a look of lust in her eyes. They also sparkle as she shakes her turned-up dress.

“I thought you could use a little pick me up after work. I know you work so hard for us, for me, you deserve a little reward don't you think~?” she giggles a little as they walk over to her. Her husband/wife is quick to run a hand over her naked thigh. Fingers digging into the fat making her whimper.

Soon enough their thick fingers are digging into her panties, they grin at the feeling of warm wet pussy juice-covered underwear. Moments later their fingers find the base of the plug that's still stuffed in her hungry pussy. Lingering over the warm material. She squeezes at it ever so slightly, making it move against their fingertips.

“You brought the plug out just for me? How-”

“All day, since you left. I put the vibrator on my clit too. Iv been edging myself for hours now.” she smiles as they get face to face. Their eyes met, just looking at one another with love. The loving feelings start to bubble up the longer they look at each other.

Ruined panties are ripped off and thrown to the kitchen floor. Forgotten for more important things. The pretty plug is pulled from her cunt and placed somewhere, her winking hole twitches as it's pulled out. Moaning at the empty feeling and wanting more.

Her eyes snap wide open as she feels the vibrations on her clit pick up. Her eyes start to water as suddenly the vibrator is put on one of the highest settings. She can't help but kick her legs just a little.

Her eyes roll up and her fat tongue hangs out when suddenly a fat long dick is pushing right into her. No real prep is needed as it slides right into her stretched-out hole. Face pushes into the hard countertop. Pounding into her for a good long hour.

Fuck she would let them do this to her every time they had a hard day at work.

It was fucking worth it to let them destroy her fucking pussy and use it like their own personal flashlight.

She drools all over herself and the counter as she lets them fuck the ever-loving shit out of her. Poor cunt stretched out and fucked wide open.

(I'm so horny for Housewife!Reader, don't question it.)

[obsessivelullabies]

gaz with milf!reader.

hear me out. kyle, who’s in his early to mid twenties and you, in your mid forties. you probably met him somewhere simple, maybe a grocery store where he kindly offered you help with your groceries.

whatever way it happened, he charmed you into giving him your number when he learned you were divorced. despite how you teased him with “i’m old enough to be your mother.”, kyle wasn’t deterred in the slightest. you guessed he was useful.

kyle would message you at least once a day, ‘checking in’ on how you were doing. he’d also definitely send you photos of him shirtless, showcasing his muscly physique.

if you needed help with anything, kyle would be there. if you wanted to rant about what an asshole your ex was and how stressful life with children was, he’d listen. if you just wanted a drink and some laughs, he’d indulge you.

you two had a very flirty, forward relationship. you definitely made the first move. you texted him late one night, whining about how you’re so horny and how you haven’t had a man please you in sooo long. your kids were at their fathers, so you took the risk of inviting him over.

kyle practically sped to your house. he was there in fifteen minutes maximum. he would use your spare key and lock the door behind him. almost the moment he stepped in the door, you were having a steamy makeout, his hands eagerly exploring your waist and ass.

kyle carried you to bed, playfully tossing you down as he stripped himself off his clothes. he eyed the lacy lingerie you were wearing just for him, admiring your mom bod, your stretch marks and soft belly. all of it, he couldn’t get enough of it.

he’d strip you fast, gently thumbing your clit as he planted hungry kisses on your lips. “need me to fuck you good and hard?” he groaned through kisses, you whined in agreement.

kyle quickly positioned you on the edge of the bed, your legs spread as he stood before you. he’d ram his fat cock into your cunt, searching for the spot he knew would have you shivering and moaning his name. one hand was playing with your swollen clit, the other was playing with your tits.

once kyle found your sweet spot, he got cocky. “bet your shithead ex could never fuck you this good,” he taunted, your walls clenching around his cock, milking him eagerly. you moaned and shook underneath him, your legs thrown around his hips.

the only thing you could focus on was kyle’s dirty talk, how he pounded into your sweet cunt. “fucking love this cunt,” he rasped.

he wouldn’t stop til you’re cumming on his shaft, screaming his name and throwing your head back.

kyle was not letting you off that easy. he planned to remind you just how useful he could be.

this post is just for me honestly

masterlist! | requests are open. | reblogs and comments appreciated.

[heartsofminds]

Masterlist

A/N: Hello, and welcome to my official masterlist! This is extraordinarily overdue and I will try and keep the masterlist as up-to-date as possible. For now, enjoy all my work and future projects in one place! I’m so excited to share my writing with you all. 

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

and the songbirds are singing like they know the score - part i.

"If Bradley squints his eyes, he can still make out the little five-year-old that he once knew who thought that he put the stars in the sky and cried when she found out that Jake’s real name wasn’t Hangman." or Quincy Bradshaw is growing up and no one knows what to do about it; especially Bradley.

at every table, i’ll save you a seat - part i. 

“Well, apparently Baby Goose’s been losing his mind ‘round the base about how this really smart and sweet girl invited him to a wedding and won’t text him about it.” or you invite Bradley to a wedding but your big fat crush on him won’t let you actually. . .invite him. 

at least i let the light in - part i.

"The collage of versions of Bradley she had gotten to know and love so well over the years of their friendship blind her with sorrow and sadness. She truly knows him in a way that no one else ever will, and while part of her takes pride in that, another part of her wishes there was someone else to help share the load because she’s tired. " or Bradley has a huge problem and Natasha is always right even when she doesn't want to be - the sequel to 'cause no one breaks my heart like you

Blooming - part i. part ii. part iii. 

“Little spring chicken you are!” he smiles, “You’re too young for me to take you out.”  or  She’s in love with Bradley Bradshaw and he thinks she’s too young. 

‘cause no one breaks my heart like you

“Last times always make him uneasy. He thinks that he should be used to it by now from his track record of being abandoned (willfully or “out of their control” situations alike). None of this should hurt him as deeply anymore.” or Bradley Bradshaw is terrified of commitment and he decides to stop being selfish (even though it’s hard to see).

my life is changing every day, in every possible way

“She’s a cranberry,” he exaggerates his pronunciation of the word for extra emphasis, “Has Ocean Spray become a relic around here?” or It's Halloween, Bradley has a precocious eleven-month-old daughter, and he might be in love with her impromptu babysitter.

Carmen "The Bear" Berzatto

i'm calling just to hear your scream - part i.

"She’s tried to be positive. She’s tried to be kind. She’s trying to be the peacekeeper, but all of that falls out the window when her brother is bitching out everything that fucking blinks and breathes and Richie has slung a sledgehammer into the wrong wall that needed to be knocked down." or Natalie gets fed the fuck up and hires a hospitality attorney before everything else turns to shit. 

Jake “Hangman” Seresin 

Pink Stripes 

Jake rolls his eyes. “I need to come over.”

“Is that how you talk to your hook-ups? Cause if so, I’m still not seeing the appeal.” or Jake Seresin’s upbringing shapes him into the best Navy pilot there is and also the best dad ever.

[mariekanker]

this show is about pirates right

[ID: One Piece fan art compilation. Image 1: Two sketches of Law as a woman, both drawn from the hips up. In the first she's wearing a tanktop and is looking off to the right with her sword held over her shoulder. In the second, she's wearing an open jacket leaving her side boob and happy trail exposed. she has excessive stomach hair and is holding her hands on the rim of her blue jeans. She's looking towards the viewer with an annoyed expression. Image 2: Sketch of Franky and Robin both dressed as batman, post time skip. They're looking at each other, surprised, and Robin says "Hey, so I just realized that when you said we should be Batman and Robin that you meant I was supposed to be Robin and that was the joke." Image 3: A doodle page, mostly of Luffy. In the top left is a drawing of Luffy sitting with his back against a broken brick wall, as if he had just been thrown into it mid fight. He's bleeding from multiple places with his nose blood smeared across his face. He's smiling with a crazed look in his eye while a pipe from the debris of the building drips water onto his head. On the top is a doodle of Luffy looking towards the viewer with a nervous smile, a simplistic doodle of Luffy fat, and one of him in gum gum balloon mode with "Fuck it, we ball" written above him. There's also a shoulder up doodle of him picking his nose, looking over to the right wearing a Beavis and Butthead shirt. Above him is the text: "Your experience is limited, and your world view is small." In the bottom left is Luffy as a sock puppet throwing up onto Rob Lucci's head while a laughing rage comic face says: "Sucker! Way the go Luffy!". "Gum gum I threw up" is written nearby. Underneath is another doodle of sock puppet Luffy looking towards the viewer and smiling. There's also a doodle of Sanji as a rabbit with his right ear drooping over one of his eyes to cover it. In the middle of the canvas; Nami is talking to Chopper who's behind a desk. Sanji is trapped in a cat carrier behind her, and she points back at him and says: "Can you fucking neuter this thing forever?" while Chopper looks down at Sanji. Sanji looks sad and frightened. In the followup drawing, Sanji is sitting on the ground, hands on the floor, with a cone around his neck and bandages in the shape of an X covering his crotch. He looks shaken. Image 4: Doodle of Luffy crying on the ground while Buggy shows him a balloon animal. Buggy is sitting on the ground, annoyed, his free hand covering his chin and mouth. The ponytail holder for his hair appears to be made of balloons. Luffy is looking up at the balloon animal, sobbing uncontrollably and covered in bandages while laying in a pool of his own tears. Jinbe stands next to Buggy, looking down at Luffy with a neutral expression. His kimono pattern is of multiple text acronyms (TTYL, XOXO, ROFL, ASAP, LOL, BRB, GTG, FYI, OMG, GR8, KK, MSG, TTG, BFF, and PLZ) as well as a few smiley faces. In the bottom right of the drawing it says: "Post Marineford". Image 5: Buggy, post time skip, points to a mock youtube video behind him of Luffy titled: "The nefarious truth of Monkey the Luffy" that's 5 hours, 22 minutes, and 31 seconds long. Buggy looks towards the viewer, sadly, and says: "He made fun of me for being deformed." Luffy is looking through the thumbnail like a window, and looks shocked Buggy would say this. Image 6: Usopp lays in a beach chair next to Robin, pre time skip. Robin is sitting up in her beach chair, holding a book in her hand but is looking over at Usopp, concerned. She says: "Usopp, this experience you're describing sounds like a PTSD symptom, are you sure you don't want to-" Usopp cuts her off saying: "PTS-Deez nuts." in large italic text. He's laying on his back with his hands over his chest, and looks bored, staring at nothing in particular. /END ID]