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bullshit | sjy

synopsis: in which months of mocking jake online comes back to bite you, and he makes sure you regret every single word—on your knees.

genre: idol au

pairing: idol!jake x blogger!reader

warnings: dubcon? bratty!reader, petty!jake, mean!jake, big dick!jake, kidnapping (sort of kind of??), oral (m.rec), cum swallowing, reader grinds down on jake’s shoe, mention of daddy kink (but it’s not used), forced submission, manhandling, titty sucking, marking, begging, degrading. self degradation, rough and unprotected p in v, orgasm denial, overstimulation, light spanking slapping and chocking, creampie, spitting, recording for blackmail purposes. i think that’s it….

wc: 15.1k

a/n: this took a lot more time that i initially thought it would … but it’s here now! this draft has been sitting in my archives for years like literal years. back when i used to write on wattpad for bts i had this plot written for tae but scrapped it because i lacked creativity to make it happen. but here we r ! also side note this is not edited to the best of its abilities so if u c a mistake… im sorry :D hope you enjoy, notes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. enjoy :)

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the dorm door slammed open, the sound of sneakers dragging across the floor echoing behind it. the 7 exhausted boys spilled into the living room, all drained and sweaty from the insane dance practice that had run two hours longer than scheduled. jake collapsed face-first onto the couch, groaning into a throw pillow as he stretches his limbs before he feels a cramp in his leg.

"i think my spine is permanently bent," he mumbled, not moving an inch.

sunghoon flopped onto the floor, using his hoodie as a pillow. "i think i disassociated during 'bite me.'"

"you always disassociate during 'bite me,'" heeseung shot back, tossing a towel at him making sunghoon scowl.

jay, meanwhile, had his phone out, thumb lazily scrolling through twitter as he half-listened to the chaos around him. he was about to put his phone down when a thread caught his eye.

"kpop idols who probably have the smallest dick (a very unserious thread)"

"...oh?" jay blinked, intrigued for all the wrong reasons. a grin formed on his lips as he clicked, the list started off wild.

1. jaehyun nct - idc what y'all say. he screams below average. 2. jeno nct - this is a hater post. cry about it. 3. jake from enhypen - golden retriever energy but gives micro vibes. sorry not sorry.

jay let out a loud, sudden laugh at the description given for jake—catching everyone's attention.

"yo, jake," he wheezed, turning the screen toward him. "look what someone said about you."

jake rolled over lazily, half hazy, "what?"

jay shoved the phone in front of his face. jake read the tweet once, then again. then a third time. his brows furrowed deeper with each pass, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was reading.

"...are you serious right now?"

he sat up, yanking the phone from jay's hand to read it himself. his eyes scanned the username, the post and then the likes. 10k likes for a bullshit post, jake scoffed in disbelief. he scrolled down to read the replies which were full of people either agreeing or arguing like their lives depended on it.

"no because she's right and she should say it louder" one of the comments read, jake furrowed his eyebrows before scowling.

"i love him but... yeah."

"nah he gives big dick energy actually"

"this is so mean LMFAOOO"

jake's mouth opened in shock. "why am i even on this list? what did i do to deserve this? how does someone look at me and go, 'yeah, micro dick.' what the hell?"

jay couldn't stop laughing. "it's so random, too. like. where did they get the data? did they run a poll?"

"this isn't funny!" jake snapped, slapping jay's shoulder with the back of his hand. "i'm being slandered in front of thousands of people. tens of thousands!"

sunoo peeked over jay's shoulder. "ooh. and someone made a follow-up post. wait—found their tumblr. they said he looks like he apologizes after missionary.'" sunoo cackles, "i can totally see that."

jake nearly choked on air, "what?!"

he snatched sunoo's phone this time, heart pounding as he scrolls violently across your twitter page. he followed the breadcrumb trail from twitter to a tumblr blog: @s0ftbrat666.

the header was a blurry photo of a cunty hello kitty, and the bio just said: "unserious about everything but dick size."

"who the hell is this? why do they hate me so bad?"

niki, who had been quietly sipping water from the kitchen, muttered, "maybe they're a fan of yours. like, weirdly obsessed. reverse psychology or something."

"no. this is personal. this feels targeted," jake muttered, already downloading and opening the tumblr app on his phone. "i'm not letting this slide."

he made a new account. he picked the most ironic, absurd username he could think of: @goldenjake420.

because that screams, 'i'm the real jake sim!!'

he messaged you immediately, his hands shaking in rage as he smashes his fingers into the screen.

@goldenjake420: hey just saw your post about me having a micro dick on twitter. not sure why you said that but i can assure you that it's not true kinda rude ngl maybe take it down?

"this is so stupid," he muttered, tossing his phone beside him.

jay raised a brow. "you really just dm'd a twitter troll on tumblr?"

"yes. because the truth matters, jay. i do not have a micro dick!" he exclaims, clearly frustrated from his group mates lack of empathy. he looks around the room in hopes of his members reassurance, only to receive looks of disturbance.

"cmon guys, you know i don't have a micro dick.." he trails off when he sees sunoo grimace at his words.

heeseung smirked from the other side of the couch suddenly sitting up right, ignoring his aching body. "you should send a pic to prove it."

jay cackles before agreeing, "yeah, downwards angles always make that shit look like a tower."

"SHUT UP!" jake shouted, face red in a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

the room erupted in laughter as jake sat there fuming, arms crossed, waiting for a response. he had no idea the person he messaged was already rolling their eyes and preparing to block him.

and this was only the beginning.

you were no stranger to the occasional deranged and delusional fan losing their mind over a post. it was social media, not a diplomatic summit. if you said someone's fave had bad fashion sense or gave off weak dick energy, it was bound to stir drama—but you thrived in it.

what you didn't expect, though, was to get a dm from an account called @goldenjake420 claiming to be jake himself. not just a fan defending him. not someone crying in your inbox about how you were "too mean."

no. this person had committed to the bit.

@goldenjake420: hey just saw your post about me having a micro dick on twitter. not sure why you said that but i can assure you that it's not true kinda rude ngl maybe take it down?

you blinked at the message, snorted, and sat back in your chair.

"okay..." you muttered under your breath. "we've reached new levels of delusion."

you clicked the profile. no posts. followed no one. default layout. pfp of a blurry golden retriever. and the username?

goldenjake420.

"oh my god," you wheezed. this was peak fandom brainrot.

you stared at the message for a minute, thumbs hovering over your keyboard before you decided, you know what? fine. you wanna play jake sim? let's play.

you typed:

@s0ftbrat666: omg jake??? THE jake sim??? i am so sorry... i didn't know you had a tumblr account i feel so bad now omg i'll take it down right away thank you for being so mature and respectful about it... ugh i feel terrible lol

you hit send. then burst out laughing, eyes watering as you cackle alone in your room.

and five minutes later, you posted a new post on your blog.

—— post by @s0ftbrat666

just got a dm from someone PRETENDING to be jake sim because they were mad i said he has a micro dick LMAOOO. like babes be serious... jake sim is not on tumblr dot com messaging me with a blurry pic of a golden retriever and the username @/goldenjake420. but since he's here reading my posts, hey jake! if u're mad now wait til u see what i post next

anyway updated my list: "kpop idols who give off submissive missionary micro dick energy: extended version" jake is now first on the list. i've added footnotes and gifs as evidence. enjoy :] ——

you tagged it: #jake sim #enhypen #pls don't take this seriously #except jake if ur reading this then yeah take it seriously

you sat back and refreshed the notes every few seconds. it was already blowing up. likes, reblogs, someone screaming in the tags: "NOT THE FOOTNOTES."

you were thriving, satisfaction filling you as the comments seemed to hype you up.

unbeknownst to you, somewhere in a dorm across the city, jake was screaming into a pillow.

jake was laying on his stomach, face shoved into a couch cushion, aggressively refreshing your tumblr page like a man on a mission. the first message he sent you hadn't gone exactly how he expected. he thought maybe—maybe—you'd feel a little guilty, take the post down, maybe even apologize. instead, he was met with:

"omg jake??? THE jake sim??? i am so sorry..."

at first, he blinked. then smiled. you were going to apologize and take it down..great!

okay, he thought, that was easier than expected.

but then he saw the post you had published just a few minute later.

—— "kpop idols who give off submissive missionary micro dick energy: extended version." jake is now first on the list. i've added footnotes. and gifs. enjoy :] ——

"NO I AM NOT," he yelled into the pillow, voice muffled but full of sheer disbelief.

he rolled over and shot upright, shoving his phone in jay's face. "do you SEE this? i was already called micro dick jake, but now i'm a submissive pillow princess? where is she even getting this from?"

jay looked over the post with a calm expression and said, "well... you did say 'ngl' in a tumblr dm. that's kinda submissive."

"jay."

"i'm just saying."

jake's blood pressure was actively rising. he was pacing the living room now, phone clenched in his fist. "this isn't a joke anymore. she's making footnotes. gifs, bro. there's like a whole academic paper on my dick energy. and worst of all, PEOPLE ARE AGREEING."

sunoo peeked around the corner. "maybe just let it go? like... it's tumblr. no one's gonna remember next week."

"it's twitter too! no. no, she wanted to make it personal. it's personal now."

he went back to tumblr, typing furiously in your dm's.

@goldenjake420: okay first of all?? i was acc being really nice u said some really rude stuff and i still tried to talk to u calmly but now ur doubling down with footnotes?? idk y ur so convinced i'm a submissive pillow princess but ur wrong like so wrong scientifically inaccurate levels of wrong

he hit send. then stared at the screen.

nothing. no response. refresh. refresh.

"error: message could not be delivered."

"...what?" jake frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he desperately tried sending his messages again.

he clicked your profile.

"you've been blocked by this user."

the silence that followed was deafening.

"she blocked me," he whispered, staring at his phone like it had personally betrayed him. "she actually blocked me."

jay cackled from across the room. "maybe now you'll stop fighting the tumblr girl who thinks you're a bottom."

"i'm not a bottom!" jake snapped, defensive. "and i'm definitely not a pillow princess!"

jay peers over jake's shoulder, his face pulls into a grimace as he reads jake's messages. "maybe it's a good thing that those didn't deliver... you're proving her point." jake rolls his eyes in response, not wanting to deal with his friend.

he opened twitter, then paused. was he really about to tweet about this?

he closed the app.

instead, he opened his notes app and started typing:

"debunking tumblr slander: why i, jake sim, am not submissive nor do i have a micro dick."

this wasn't over.

if he had to write a dissertation, he would. he was reclaiming his name. one footnote at a time.

you were in bed, face smushed into your pillow, scrolling aimlessly when the tag notification came in. you were about to ignore it—probably another reblog of your cursed "submissive missionary micro dick energy" thread—but the caption caught your eye:

@s0ftbrat666 you need to see this LMAOOO he made a THREAD. a whole thread.

confused but curious, you tapped the post.

and there it was.

a full thread. by a tumblr user named @truthaboutjake, which already gave deranged energy, but it got better.

"debunking tumblr slander: why i, jake sim, am not submissive nor do i have a micro dick (a thread)."

you nearly dropped your phone, a giggle leaving you as you excitedly click on the thread.

the first slide was formatted like a presentation. bolded title, bullet points, and an unnecessary amount of spacing like someone had spent way too long formatting it.

—— slide 1: addressing the accusations • the tumblr user @s0ftbrat666 has made multiple posts claiming i am submissive • she has also accused me of having a micro dick • both of these are false, offensive, and based on no real evidence ——

no real evidence, he said. like you were in court.

"what in the deranged.." you muttered to yourself, re-reading the text a second time to make sure you were hallucinating.

you snorted, swiping to the next.

—— slide 2: rebuttal • i've been told i give off dominant energy • no one who owns a denim jacket collection that big can be submissive • as for the size... let's just say i've never received complaints ——

you had to pause there, hand over your mouth, wheezing. "denim jackets radiate peg me," you cackle to yourself.

this wasn't a thread written by a deranged fan. no, this was someone personally offended on a soul level. and the way it was written? the tone? the wording?

it was giving him. it was jake.

no one else would be this pressed.

you laughed so hard you had to sit up.

this man had been so insulted by your dumb, unserious thirst post that he created a whole alternate account, wrote a google-doc-tier thread, and was now trying to clear his name in the notes app format. you were obsessed.

you hit reblog.

—— @s0ftbrat666: i have never in my life witnessed a man fight for his dom rights this hard the denim jacket argument almost had me convinced ngl

jake sim if this is actually you: 1. calm down 2. you're literally proving my point 3. post the evidence since you're so confident ——

the comments came flooding in:

"NOT HIM MAKING A PRESENTATION" "'never received complaints' is CRAZY" "he could've just logged off but now he's in too deep" "@truthaboutjake is shaking"

you weren't done though. oh no.

you clicked the original post again and dm'd @truthaboutjake directly.

@s0ftbrat666: wow a thread? you really sat down and made a powerpoint about your dick this is the best thing that's happened to me all week but you still haven't proven anything so until i see hard (and i mean HARD) evidence you're staying in your submissive micro dick era i'll wait <33

you hit send with a shit-eating grin.

this was your roman empire now. you were going to be thinking about this thread forever.

jake stared at your message like it physically slapped him.

"so until i see hard (and i mean HARD) evidence you're staying in your submissive micro dick era"

his jaw dropped.

"e-evidence?!" he sputtered aloud, standing up in the middle of the dorm living room like he'd just been accused of murder.

jay, sitting across the room with earbuds in, pulled one out and glanced up. "what now?"

"she wants evidence."

jay blinked. "like...?"

jake gestured wildly at his phone. "like evidence evidence!"

jay raised both brows before grinning "...so what i said about the downward angle, i'm telling you jake that shit makes it look h—"

"NO!" jake practically yelled. "i'm not sending a picture of my dick to some random troll on tumblr!"

he fumed. typed. deleted. typed again. then, finally, sent:

@truthaboutjake: okay. listen. i'm not sending you a dick pic. i don't care how much you want "evidence" that's weird. this whole thing is weird. i'm literally just trying to correct a false narrative about myself

you saw the message and immediately rolled your eyes so hard you almost saw your brain. you were curled up on your couch, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, typing with vicious speed.

@s0ftbrat666: omg. are you serious right now?? NO ONE asked for actual dick pics. what the hell is wrong with you. you're literally so deep in this delusion you really think you're jake sim like?? be serious for once you are a grown man on tumblr dot com pretending to be an idol and defending your imaginary dick size this is next level behavior. you need to touch grass and maybe talk to a therapist jake sim would never you are EMBARRASSING yourself rn.

you hit send and sighed, rubbing your temples. it was funny at first but the more you interacted with this person the more brain cells you lost, it shocked you that people would go to such lengths to defend their favs.

this was beyond fandom drama now. this was a case study. and the worst part? you were kind of impressed with how committed he was to the bit. concerned of course, but impressed too.

like... he was spiraling. but passionately.

still. you weren't going to let up. because whoever this man was, he needed to be humbled.

you opened a new post draft and typed:

—— @s0ftbrat666: update: he dm'd me again and accused me of demanding dick pics because i said "evidence"

i rest my case. this is not jake sim. this is some 32-year-old man who unironically uses reddit and thinks being called "submissive" is a slur

log off, drink some water, and go outside before you get a nosebleed from rage

#jake sim #not the real one obviously #this is tumblr not onlyfans relax ——

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jake tried to move on.

he really did.

after the dick thread. after being labeled a submissive missionary pillow princess. after the fake fan accusations and being accused of roleplaying as himself—he made the conscious choice to stop checking your blog. he muted your username. closed tumblr for a solid 24 hours. he even turned off his notifs.

he was healing. growing. rebuilding his sanity.

until a member sent him a screenshot.

it was sunghoon.

of course it was sunghoon.

sunghoon: yo y tf she got sm time on her hands icl tho she funny asf

attached was a photo of your newest tumblr post.

jake opened it, eyes squinting. then he saw it.

—— @s0ftbrat666: watched enhypen's most recent stage and i just wanna know WHO chose those pants for jake like bffr. i can see his entire situation

the dick print? front and center. and it's not giving what he thinks it's giving

it's giving: he begged the stylist to let him wear those pants so he could prove me wrong and i'm here to tell you... babe... don't ever do that again.

i'm LAUGHING.

#enhypen #jake sim #pls don't wear tight pants if ur not ready for the scrutiny king #it's not looking good ——

jake froze.

his phone was literally vibrating with how hard he was gripping it.

"she's watching performances now?" he whispered to himself, horrified.

jay looked up from across the room, warily. "...oh god. again?"

"she's analyzing my crotch, jay. she made a post about my dick print."

jay blinked. "that's... new."

"and she said it's 'not giving'!" jake practically screamed, spinning his phone around to show him. "not giving what?! not giving big dick energy?!?!"

jay read it silently, lips twitching. "...it does kind of sound like she thinks you're trying to prove her wrong. which, to be fair, you kinda are." he pauses for a second, "but i thought she deemed you as a deranged fan, does she think that you're actually texting her?"

jake shrugs, "who knows what she's thinking, clearly way to much of this is the shit she posts. also i wasn't even thinking about her when i wore those pants!"

"you literally made a thread defending your dick size last week."

"NOT THE POINT."

jake felt like he was going to combust. it was like every time he clawed his way back to peace, you dropped another post from hell and dragged him back into the pit.

and this time?

this time you targeted his outfit. his styling choices. his crotch visibility. he couldn't even enjoy the stage anymore without wondering if you were out there in a hoodie, behind a screen, zooming in on freeze frames of his pants.

"this is psychological warfare," jake muttered.

sunghoon looked up from his phone, his face annoyed. he was tired of hearing about this, "just block her again."

jake clenched his jaw. "she'll post about it. she'll brag."

he scrolled back up, reading the caption again. and again. his fingers hovered over your username.

he didn't message you. not this time.

instead, he posted on his burner account:

—— @truthaboutjake: some people spend their lives spreading negativity online because they have nothing else going for them. if you spend your free time zooming in on people's bodies just to make fun of them, seek help.

also, the pants looked fire. ——

he hit post. and then, two minutes later he opened the group chat.

jayke: whoever styled me last week. never again. we're going back to loose pants. i'm not doing this with tumblr anymore

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jake tried to stay composed. he tried.

but every time he opened tumblr, there you were—lurking in his psyche like a demon with wi-fi.

at first it had been a few jabs, sprinkled here and there between your usual posts about other idols. someone's hair, another's dance move, one guy you kept thirsting over for his "evil smirk" and "long fingers." whatever. jake didn't care.

until suddenly—your entire blog became about him.

not in a cute, stan-like way.

no.

it was relentless.

"jake sim update: still looks like a man who apologizes during sex."

"new era, same micro dick energy."

"his pants looked like they were holding in a lie."

"i know he fumbles the aux every time. just look at him."

your followers ate it up. reblog after reblog. tags like "#he's just so bashable" and "#jake sim slander is self-care" filled the notes.

there were polls. there were graphics.

you made a tier list of idols based on who looked like they cried after sex, and jake was placed right at the top with the caption: "he looks like he'd say 'was that okay?' while tucking his soft dick back in his briefs."

jake was spiraling.

the worst part? you didn't even seem like a hater. you didn't hate him.

you just... targeted him like it was your job. your content was crafted with care. effort. borderline affection.

jay leaned over one afternoon while jake doomscrolled through another one of your polls—this one titled "which idol do you think would last the shortest in bed (no offense)", where jake was winning by 68%.

"you know," jay mused, "i think she actually likes you."

jake looked up, eyes wide with horror as he looks at jay disgusted. "what?"

jay shrugged. "she's obsessed. it's giving weirdly specific attention. enemies-to-lovers coded."

"jay. she made a gifset of my crotch."

"exactly."

jake nearly threw his phone across the room.

it wasn't just slander anymore—it was becoming personal. and the most infuriating part?

you were so sure. so smugly sure.

every post was laced with casual cruelty and the sharp confidence of someone who truly believed they knew him. his vibes. his music taste. his dick size. like you'd studied him and filed a damn report.

and the urge to prove you wrong? it was eating at him.

he'd see one of your posts and get this itch. this slow, simmering burn in his gut. like he had something to prove now. like he wanted to walk up to you and say—

"say that shit again. to my face."

he'd fantasized about it more than once.

cornering you at a fansign, maybe. or catching you backstage if he ever figured out who you were. you with that smug little expression, your arms crossed like you knew everything. and him, leaning in, low and sharp, and making damn sure you knew you were wrong about everything—especially that.

he wasn't even mad anymore. not just mad. he was determined.

this wasn't just tumblr slander. this was a challenge.

and jake sim? he didn't lose.

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jake laid in bed, phone hovering above his face, lit only by the blue glow of tumblr's godforsaken app. it was well past 2 a.m., and he'd already scrolled through your entire blog—again.

he told himself it was just to see if you'd posted anything new. which, of course, you had,

but really, he was spiraling.

another post. this one read:

—— @softbrat666: something about jake sim just screams whines when it doesn't slide in all the way like he'd pause mid-thrust to ask if you're okay because he came too fast

he'd definitely say 'but you just feel so good...' as an excuse ——

and the worst part?

jake read every single reply. studied them, even. like they held some kind of twisted insight into how you saw him. how you imagined him. you were building this whole persona of him in your mind and then broadcasting it to thousands of followers like it was gospel. and the most messed up part?

you had just enough accuracy to make it sting.

and yet—you remained anonymous.

faceless. untouchable.

he'd tried to find out who you were. he dug through old posts, clicked your tags, searched your url on twitter and insta.

all he found was: • you lived in seoul • you were 21 • you drank too much iced americano • and you had audacity in excess

that was it. no selfies. no personal posts. no full name. you were just a sassy username and a collection of jake sim hate posts.

meanwhile, he was a public figure with his whole government face on blast while you dragged him through the mud constantly.

he hated how much he thought about what you looked like.

were you soft and bratty, like your tone suggested? did you smirk when you wrote those captions? were you the type to twirl your hair and say, "what? it's not that deep," while ruining a man's reputation?

he imagined you walking around seoul, laughing with your friends, ordering overpriced coffee with that smug, evil-little-gremlin energy.

he imagined running into you.

he'd play it cool at first—polite, casual, maybe even a little flirty.

watch you ramble. watch you squirm. and when he caught you slipping—maybe when you made some offhand comment about k-pop or tumblr—he'd hit you with it:

"so how's that blog going? still think i'm a submissive pillow princess with a micro dick?"

he rolled onto his side, fuming into his pillow. you lived in his head rent-free and you didn't even know what he looked like at night when he was losing sleep over your bullshit posts.

it was unfair.

you got to stay invisible while he was out here analyzing his own stage outfits to figure out what clip you were gonna slander next.

he scrolled back to that gif set you made of his recent performance. paused on the close-up. the zoom-in.

the goddamn caption: "not jake sim trying to start a dickprint redemption arc. spoiler: it's not working."

his eye twitched.

"this girl is the devil," he muttered.

and yet... he couldn't stop checking. he needed to know what you'd say next.

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you wake up to absolute chaos.

your phone is buzzing. not one or two notifications—hundreds. group chats. twitter and tumblr dms. unknown numbers. missed calls. it's like your phone caught fire overnight.

you blink against the morning light, groggy and confused, heart picking up speed. something's wrong. you can feel it. you squint at the screen, drag down your notifications, and the first notification you see makes your stomach drop.

"girl you're trending rn... what did you DO???"

then another.

"is that actually your name???"

your pulse is pounding before you even open twitter. your fingers shake as you type your own @ into the search bar, and the second you hit enter, your breath catches.

it's you.

your name. your photo. your phone number. everything.

someone—no, a group of people—had clearly gone full fbi. they'd taken all your casual, dumb little posts over the years and pieced them together like a fucked-up puzzle.

and now your full name was in a viral thread titled: "this the girl behind the jake sim micro dick blog?"

with a photo of you at a party two months ago, smile beaming.

people were quote-tweeting it with comments like: "she built like someone who'd have beef with jake sim for no reason." "oh she definitely owns a stan twitter burner too." "her blog is my roman empire i need her in therapy immediately."

your blood turned to ice. you were exposed.

fully.

not just as a shitposter but as the jake sim hater. your inbox was flooded—death threats, confessions, apologies, people asking if it was really you. tumblr dms screaming:

"TAKE THE POSTS DOWN BEFORE HE SEES THEM."

too late.

you scrambled to log into tumblr. your hands fumbled across the keys. it took three tries to get your password right.

the second you were in, you did the only thing you could do.

you hit deactivate.

the blog was gone. years of posts. thousands of notes. all of your followers, your drafts, your hate-poll templates.

deleted.

and then the panic really set in.

your hands were trembling. your ears were ringing. and all you could think about was @truthaboutjake, your mind racing. it was him, you realized that it was him.

"he knows. jake sim fucking knows who i am."

and the worst part?

you had no idea what he'd do with it.

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jake found out the same way everyone else did—waking up to a string of texts from jay and sunghoon absolutely losing their shit.

jay: bro. check twitter. sunghoon: she got exposed. jay: HER NAME IS OUT LMAOOO jay: bet she's sweating rn sunghoon: she's kinda cute tho

he blinked hard, still groggy, and tapped open the thread that seemed to be trending.

your face stared back at him.

his heart flipped.

you looked... nothing like what he expected. he'd imagined someone smug. cold. maybe with villain bangs and a cigarette habit.

but no—there you were, face flushed in a group photo, laughing mid-sip of iced americano. you looked normal. it almost hurt to admit, but you were pretty.

you looked real.

and now, you were reachable.

he did what anyone would do: searched your name on instagram. he found your linked facebook.

scrolled. scrolled.

paused.

you had your workplace tagged in an old comment.

"juniper bean café - seoul branch."

he stared at it for a long moment. then, very calmly, he stood up, threw on a hoodie, cap, and mask, and left the dorm.

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the café was a little tucked away spot with plants hanging from the ceiling and a chalkboard sign outside that said "kiss me, i'm caffeinated."

jake walked in, glancing around. he spotted you immediately, behind the counter, head down as you punched in an order.

he could tell that you had a rough morning, good. your posture was tense. your hair was pulled back messily. your voice was strained. you looked tired, your eyes that seemed so full of life in your leaked photos had disappeared.

he stepped up to the counter. waited. his eyes trailed down your figure, your frame was draped with a loose fitted sweater and some baggy light wash jeans. you wore a black apron, cinching at your waist—allowing his hungry eyes to capture your curves.

you were trying to look invisible. trying not to stand out. but to him—you were glowing with guilt.

he watched you fumble with a stack of napkins, pretending you didn't feel his eyes burning into you. finally you cleared your throat, still not looking up.

"hi, what can i get you?"

he smiled behind his mask, slow and wicked. he pulled it down just enough to speak—voice dripping low, sharp with mocking sweetness.

"you gonna spit in my drink too?" he asked. "or just keep running your mouth somewhere i can't see?"

you froze.

head snapping up. eyes locking with his. and there it was—that flash of horror, recognition, disbelief. it was him.

you had to admit, he was just as if not more handsome in person. your mouth dried up when you watched his lips curl into a smirk and his eye twitch.

your mouth opened. closed. no sound.

"hi," he said, almost sweetly. "miss me?"

you fumbled a reply—something, anything—but he leaned in, resting his elbows on the counter like he had all the time in the world.

"you disappeared fast. what happened? got leaked and lost all your guts or did you burn through all your micro dick material?"

your coworker looked between you both, utterly confused and in awe that jake was standing in front her. you took a breath. straightened your spine. tried to salvage your dignity.

"this is harassment," you muttered.

"this is karma," jake shot back, his smile dark. he twitched in anger, how dare you call this harassment—what about what you had been doing for the last couple of weeks? "i wanted a latte, by the way. no sugar. unless you're finally ready to be sweet to me."

you nearly dropped the milk jug.

he didn't care. he was so amused. you were the girl who wrote entire essays dragging his dickprint and his imagined bedroom habits? you, flushed and stammering behind a café register?

he wanted to laugh. he wanted to lean in closer. he wanted to ruin you back.

and this? this was just the beginning.

your hands were shaking. milk frother sputtering. heart pounding in your chest like it wanted to escape. and he—jake fucking sim—just stood there.

smiling.

smug.

head tilted slightly like he was thrilled by your discomfort. "you gonna make that latte, or you gonna keep fumbling around and glaring at me?" he drawled, voice low and casual.

you gritted your teeth, turned back to the machine, and fumbled through the motions of making the drink. you could feel his eyes on you the entire time—watching, drinking you in like you were the fucking joke.

you finally slid the drink across the counter, trying not to slam it.

"here. now leave."

he didn't move. just sipped slowly, then licked a bit of foam from his lip like it was the most dramatic thing anyone had ever done in a coffee shop.

and then—he leaned forward. elbow on the counter. voice quiet, words slow and deliberate:

"what time do you get off?"

you blinked, "excuse me?"

"your shift. when does it end?"

"why the fuck would i tell you that?"

his smile widened, all teeth now, sharp and smug. "because there's going to be a black car waiting for you outside." he continues, "when you clock out, you're going to get in. and then you're going to follow instructions."

you stared at him, genuinely floored. "are you insane? what the hell are you talking about?"

he tilted his head, mockingly sympathetic. "i get it. you're scared. probably embarrassed." he grins, "but see, that's the thing about defamation—once it's public, i can take legal action. and you've been very public."

your stomach dropped, "you're bluffing."

he shrugged. "wanna bet your savings account on that?"

you opened your mouth. closed it again. because—fuck. he wasn't bluffing. he didn't have to. you'd posted too much. said too much. and now he had your face, your name, your location.

"you can't just—kidnap me," you said, weaker than intended.

he laughed.

"it's not kidnapping if you get in willingly, sweetheart."

then he slid the latte off the counter, turned, and started to walk toward the door. before he left, he glanced back, over his shoulder.

"9 p.m., right?" he called out. "don't be late. i hate being stood up." he grinned, fuck him.

the bell jingled as he left. the door shut behind him.

and you stood there, in your apron and sneakers and sweaty palms, absolutely rattled. what the fuck did you just get yourself into?

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9:03 p.m.

you were pacing behind the café. your shift ended three minutes ago, but you hadn't stepped outside yet. you couldn't. your feet felt like bricks. your stomach twisted with anxiety, hands clenched in the pockets of your jeans.

what the fuck am i doing?

you shouldn't go. you know you shouldn't go. this was literally stranger danger 101, except instead of a stranger it was a kpop idol whose dick size you flamed online for weeks.

your brain was screaming at you. your nerves were a warzone. your inner monologue sounded like one long anxiety spiral:

"you're insane." "this is how people get murdered." "he's rich. he could make you disappear and blame it on anxiety meds." "but also... maybe he just wants to talk?" "or maybe he's gonna sue you in person with his scary legal team and laugh while you cry." "or—worse—what if he takes a picture with you and posts it with some shady ass caption like 'finally found her :)' and now you're really cooked?"

your fists clenched tighter.

this was your own fault. you were the one who made that blog. you were the one who said he looked like a pillow princess. you were the one who photoshopped a pacifier into that one fansite photo and captioned it "baby boy can't handle coochie."

and now?

now he knew your name. your face. your shift schedule.

and there it was, waiting on the curb like a horror movie prop—a sleek black car, windows tinted, headlights glowing like eyes.

you stared at it.

and then, finally, took a deep breath and walked towards it.

the back door opened before you could even touch it. you slid inside, hesitating, clutching your bag to your chest like a shield. you looked around the dimly lit interior. leather seats. no jake.

just a stone-faced driver in a black cap.

"um," you said cautiously. "where are we going?"

no response.

you leaned forward slightly. "hello? i just—can you at least tell me if jake is—"

silence.

he kept driving.

great.

you sat back, heart still racing. the lights of the city blurred past the windows. you couldn't even track the direction—you were too jittery to focus. every turn felt like it took you farther from safety.

and god, the silence was suffocating.

you hated it. you hated him.

jake sim and his smug face and his legal threats and the fact that this whole thing was so humiliating.

how the hell did he turn it around on you? curse those people who leaked you.

you were supposed to have the power. the upper hand. you were the one who had thousands of people laughing at his expense. you were the one whose posts got quoted like bible verses on stan twitter.

and now?

now you were alone, in his car, being driven to god knows where because he told you to.

you should've never fucking posted about his dick. you should've stayed anonymous. kept your mouth shut. deleted the pacifier post when it hit 10k notes.

the car slowed. you peeked out the window. it wasn't some mansion, like you feared. wasn't a dungeon either—at least you think so.

it was a private-looking building—modern, sleek, tucked down a quiet alley with a gated entrance. definitely expensive. definitely secluded.

you were dropped off at the curb. the driver didn't say anything—just nodded toward the front door.

you stepped out slowly, phone gripped tight in your hand, ready to fake an emergency call or scream if necessary.

a man, different from the driver, opened the front door. another silent guy in all black gestured for you to follow.

you hesitated, then followed him down a short hallway, up a narrow flight of stairs, until you reached a door with a single number carved into it: 17.

he knocked once, then opened it.

you stepped in—and stopped.

jake was inside.

he was leaning casually against a wall, dressed in all black—hoodie, chain, jeans, hair tousled, like he hadn't even tried and still looked like a good.

he was scrolling on his phone when you entered, then looked up.

and grinned, "hey." he stops, letting his gaze travel down your trembling form, "glad you could make it, hate blogger."

you wanted to punch him. you wanted to turn around and leave. but most of all—you wanted to know what the hell came next.

and by the look on his face?

he was very ready to show you.

room 17 is quiet. too quiet.

you stand near the door, gripping the strap of your bag like it's your last line of defense. jake hasn't moved from his place against the wall, but his eyes haven't left you for a second. he looks too calm. like this is just some casual meetup and not the most batshit confrontation of your entire life.

"you still haven't told me why i'm here," you say finally, voice tight, trying to sound unbothered even though your throat is dry.

he doesn't answer right away. he just studies you, eyes flicking from your clenched fists to your shifting posture to the tiny, almost-invisible tremble in your knees.

then he lets out a soft little chuckle, the kind that feels mean. smug and quiet and condescending.

"you really don't know?" he asks, stepping away from the wall at last. his strides are slow, deliberate, like he knows you won't run—but that you should.

you take a step back automatically, bumping into the door behind you.

"if this is about suing me," you mutter, chin lifting defensively, "you could've just emailed your legal team. this whole drama king act—" "i'm not suing you." he cuts you off, voice calm but sharp. he walks past you and locks the door with a soft click. your stomach flips.

"then what the hell is this?" he turns back to you, expression unreadable, "this is about correction."

you blink, "what?"

"you posted things that were... inaccurate." he steps closer. you press yourself further into the door. "about me. my body. my performance. my preferences." another step. you swear you stop breathing, "so now i'm giving you a chance to see the truth."

you stare up at him, wide-eyed, "you're joking."

"does it look like i'm joking?" he murmurs.

you're momentarily speechless. your brain is whirring, trying to process what's happening. jake sim—international idol, global heartthrob, the man you've memed within an inch of his digital life—has dragged you to a private room to debunk his dick size?

you should laugh, but you can't.

because he's standing too close. because he's looking at you like prey. because his voice is dipped in amusement but his eyes are furious.

"you're out of your mind," you whisper, eyes wide and your jaw slacked.

he shrugs, "maybe."

his hand lifts, knuckles brushing your chin—just enough to make your breath catch.

"but you made this personal. you dragged it out. you turned it into a running gag." he leans down slightly, until your noses are nearly brushing. "and now you're gonna watch what happens when you say shit you can't back up."

your throat works around a swallow. your persona starts to crack.

still—you can't not be a brat.

"so what, you're gonna just pull your dick out like some frat boy in a scandal?" you snort. "you're so mad over a joke, you're—"

"baby," his voice cuts you off again, soft but dangerous.

"a joke is calling me clingy or annoying. a joke is editing me into a pink onesie." he steps even closer, "but accusing me of being a submissive pillow princess with a dick that couldn't break a hymen?" he tilts his head, mocking, "that's slander."

you flush. deeply, "you saw that post?"

"i've seen every post," he says coolly. "and the reblogs. and the tags. and the memes."

you suddenly feel so small. not because he's taller—though he is—but because you'd spent months building this image of jake sim as a joke. a punchline. a target.

and now he's right here. and he's pissed.

"you're really that bothered?" you ask, but your voice is quieter now, unsure. "bothered?" he repeats, almost scoffing. "sweetheart, i was obsessed." his hand lifts again, brushes your hair away from your face, fingers dragging a little too slow behind your ear.

"you don't understand what it's like to be degraded by someone who's too cowardly to even show their face." he pauses, his eyes dropping to your lips, "but i'll show you."

you swallow hard. "so what?" you ask, trying not to waver. "you want me to apologize? to... take it all back? post a formal retraction about your dick?"

he grins. slow and sharp, "nah."

"i want you to see it," he pauses, lets the words sink in. "and then i want to see the look on your face when you realize you were dead fucking wrong."

your mouth opens. no sound comes out. your heart is pounding so fast you think you might throw up. because there's teasing and there's joking and there's flirting with danger—but this? this is crossing the line, and you don't know if you want him to stop.

you laugh, it comes out breathy and nervous and completely unconvincing. "okay," you say, holding your hands up a little, trying to cut the tension with sarcasm, "haha, very funny. you got me. you've officially scared the shit out of me, and if that was your goal, congratulations."

jake just stands there. watching you. expression unreadable, unreadable and dark. you shift on your feet, trying to find a way out of this, trying to reclaim some sense of control.

"look," you continue, "i'll take everything down, okay? every post. every meme. every stupid out-of-pocket caption." you swallow. "i'll issue an apology. hell, i'll write a thread. a whole google doc. whatever you want."

you inch away from the door, toward the side of the room, trying to put some space between you.

"i crossed a line. i get that now." you laugh again, weaker this time. "like—clearly."

jake still doesn't speak, he starts walking.

slow. silent. like a cat with its prey cornered.

your back hits the wall.

"i'll stop posting about you," you rush out, your heart beating frantically when you feel jake's breath fan against your cheek. "seriously. no more degrading content. no more jokes. you win, okay?" his palm hits the wall beside your head with a sharp thud.

you freeze.

he leans in.

"i don't want a fucking apology," he murmurs, voice thick and low, the sound of it making your legs weaken. you try to hold his gaze, but it's hard when he's this close. when you can smell his cologne—clean and warm, like cedar and skin. when you can see the heat in his eyes, the tension in his jaw.

"i want you to look at me," he says, "and admit you were wrong."

"i just did—" "no." his other hand comes up, fingers ghosting your chin, tilting it up. "not because you're scared. not because you think i'm gonna sue your ass. i want you to say it because you know."

you suck in a breath as his fingers graze your throat. not squeezing. not threatening. but claiming, staking a presence.

"you think i'm some submissive little pushover," he whispers, "who just lays there and takes it. soft. boring. harmless."

your heart pounds in your chest so loud you swear it echoes. "you think you own the narrative. that you get to decide who i am, what i'm like in bed, how big my fucking dick is."

you flinch at the way he says it, so vulgar and harsh it shoots straight to your core.

"but the second i show up—" his thumb brushes your bottom lip. "you're quiet. nervous. twitchy. like you already know you were talking out of your ass."

you suck in a shaky breath and try to bite back the heat that's crawling up your neck. "you're insane," you whisper, but there's no bite behind it.

his body is so close now, you can feel the heat radiating off him. he hasn't even touched you properly and you already feel like your knees are going to give.

"what do you want from me?" you ask, voice barely holding together. he leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"i want to fuck the lies out of your mouth." his voice is so low, it vibrates down your spine. "i want you to choke on everything you said about me and realize i was never the one being dominated."

you let out a small, shaky sound—and that's when he finally kisses you.

not soft.

not slow.

possessive. like he's claiming what he's owed.

like he's trying to shove every insult back down your throat, one filthy kiss at a time.

your mind blanks the second his mouth claims yours. his tongue pushes past your lips without hesitation, his hand gripping your jaw to keep you right where he wants you, and you feel it deep—too deep. like he's trying to crawl inside your ribcage and brand himself there.

his kiss isn't gentle. it's punishment. all teeth and tongue, your back shoved harder into the wall as he presses against you. his body completely, deliberately dominating yours.

"still think i'm soft?" he growls against your lips when he pulls back, breath ragged, thumb digging into the underside of your chin to keep you looking at him.

you don't answer. you can't.

your mouth is open, panting, lips wet and swollen from how violently he just kissed you. your knees barely hold.

his gaze drops to your mouth. then lower, and lower.

he smirks.

"you look scared," he says, tilting his head slightly. "thought you liked writing filthy shit about me. what happened to all that confidence?"

you swallow hard, still in absolute disbelief, "you're—you're actually insane."

"and you're actually still turned on." his hand drops to your hip, gripping hard, pulling you flush against him—and fuck. he's hard. painfully hard. pressing right against your lower stomach. and he knows you feel it.

your eyes widen. you try to squirm away but there's nowhere to go, your back hits the wall again and his thigh wedges between your legs.

"not so micro now, is it?" he breathes against your neck. you let out a broken sound—half gasp, half groan—and that's when jake loses it.

he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, other hand sliding beneath your shirt, grazing skin and pulling a shocked noise out of you. he doesn't give you room to breathe.

"say it," he growls. "say you were wrong."

you shake your head. still stubborn. still you.

"no?" he scoffs. "fine." his thigh presses harder between your legs, rocking up once. your clit throbbed pathetically at the feeling, it was just enough friction to make your eyes roll back. you try to keep your composure, but he watches your face change—watches your pride falter.

"don't lie to me, baby." his voice drops lower—hungrier. "you're dripping. over the same guy you dragged for months."

you gasp, trying to turn your face away from him, but he leans in again, his nose brushing your cheek.

"you gonna blog about this too?" he whispers. "tell your little followers how jake sim manhandled you and made you eat your words with his cock halfway down your throat?"

you whimper and it disgusts you how fast your body betrays you. how wet you already are. how much you want him to ruin you just to prove you were wrong.

and he can tell.

he sees the shift in your expression. how your resistance is slowly, deliciously, falling apart.

your wrists are still pinned, your breathing uneven, chest rising and falling fast as jake leans in like he owns the air around you.

"i'm done hearing you talk," he mutters, dragging his mouth along your jaw. "i think it's time you showed me just how sorry you really are."

he releases your hands and steps back. you don't move. your legs are trembling, your pride hanging on by a thread.

"on your knees," he says simply.

you scoff, arms folding defensively across your chest, "you can't be serious—"

he tilts his head, "i'm not asking again."

there's no loud threat. no yelling. just the terrifying calm of someone who already knows he's won. you hold your ground—barely. but something about the way he looks down at you, already palming the bulge in his jeans, makes your body respond before your mind does.

you sink, slowly. knees hitting the floor like it's a confession. he watches you with quiet satisfaction, like he's waited for this exact moment.

he had been dreaming about the moment he would get you to himself, on your knees—right where he wanted you.

"look at me," he says, and you do—eyes meeting his as he unzips, the sound ridiculously loud in the silence.

he's already thick in his hand when he pulls it out, and your mouth goes dry. you don't want to admit it, but fuck. it's big. way bigger than you ever gave him credit for. your throat tightens at the sheer weight of it, thick and flushed and veined.

his smirk deepens when he sees the way your eyes drop.

"what was that again?" he mocks, giving himself a slow stroke. "micro?"

you glare up at him, heat crawling up your neck. "i was clearly misinformed."

"say it properly."

you hesitate, his free hand tangles in your hair—firm, but not painful. just enough to tilt your face up toward him.

"say. it."

you grit your teeth, "i was wrong."

"about what?"

you groan. "about your dick. okay? you don't have a micro dick."

he raises an eyebrow, "that all?"

"it's big," you mutter, cheeks burning. "you made your point." he laughs—low and satisfied—and guides your face closer, "not yet."

you gasp when you feel his tip touch your cheek, he grins at your expression—feeling satisfied with your shock. he does a few experimental taps, dragging his length over your lips. you hold in a whine when he smears his pre cum over your bottom lip, almost as if he was applying lipgloss on you.

and then he pushes in.

there's no easing into it—he gives you the thick weight of his cock all at once, making you choke. your hands scrambling to grip his thighs as he holds you there, watching with dark, satisfied eyes.

"look at that," he murmurs. "mouth so full of me you can't even talk shit now." you gag again, but his grip stays steady, fingers flexing against the back of your head as he rocks his hips in slow, controlled thrusts. just enough to make you feel how deep he is and prove how wrong you were.

he could feel how warm your mouth was around him, basking in the feeling of not only pleasure but the satisfaction of shutting you up.

"this what you wanted?" he groans. "to see what i've been hiding in those pants you loved to degrade?"

you can't respond. not when he's using your mouth like a cock sleeve, fucking every insult out of you with a punishing rhythm. spit drips from out of your mouth and onto your chin. tears prick at your eyes and yet—somewhere deep in your gut—you like it.

jake's grip on your hair gets stronger, the pain causing your jaw to slack as you continue to take his brutal pace. you could feel the head of his cock rub against the back of your throat, the force not strong enough to make you gag but enough to cause a stream of tears to run down your face.

your nose touched his pelvis with every thrust, indicating how deep he was going. "fuck. look at you, __. who knew cock being in your mouth is the only way to shut you up."

you whine at his words, looking up at him with pleading eyes—yet you didn't know what exacting you were begging for. you rub your thighs together in hopes for some temporary relief, the scene so lewd that you could feel yourself gush in your panties—holding in the urge to let your hands wander down to touch yourself.

jake looked down at you with hungry eyes, his lip twitching as his grip in your hair grew tighter with each thrust. he let low moans slip from his mouth every time his dick grazed the back of your throat.

"aren't you a dirty little whore.." jake drawls out, his chest heaving with pleasure when he notices how tightly you have your thighs clenched. "getting all worked up for someone you've publicly shat on for having the least sex appeal."

you moaned around him when suddenly he pushed your thighs apart with his foot, wedging his sneaker between your legs—giving you something to ease up the tension in your core.

you mewl when he pushed against your clit, almost urging you to grind down against him while he used your mouth to his hearts content. slowly, but surely—you allowed yourself to ground yourself against him. it sickened you how desperate you had become in just a span of a few minutes.

jake almost cums when he sees you move your hips, desperate for any kind of friction to relieve you from your throbbing clit.

the familiar feeling in his stomach begins to tighten, his grip on you becoming unforgiving as he loses self control and allows himself to push himself into your mouth as much as he could. his tip hits the back of your throat repeatedly now, a mixture of his cum and your spit dribbling out of your mouth.

"f-fuck," he groans. "m'gonna cum.. you're gonna take it? yeah? take it in that bratty mouth, hm?" jake murmurs to what seems himself just before he combusts in your mouth. you swallowed a chocked moan when you feel his warm cum coat your mouth, gagging around him as he twitches.

jake felt as if he was on cloud 9, his head lulling to the side as he keeps your head planted where it is—ensuring that you swallow what he gave you fully.

when he finally pulls back, cock glistening with your spit and his cum, your jaw aches as you swallow the salty yet sweet taste of his release. your chest heaving like you've just survived something.

"mouth open and tongue out," he demands. you hesitantly open your mouth, your tongue out as you show him that you swallowed everything.

you whine out desperately when he slides his foot away, leaving you aching again. jake tsk's, "desperate slut."

he crouches down to your level, thumb wiping the corner of your mouth.

"still think i'm a pillow princess?" his voice is a little breathless now. dark and smug. "or you finally ready to admit you don't know shit about me?"

your throat still burns. your lips are swollen, coated in spit and shame, and jake's leaning over you like he's just getting started.

"on your feet."

you hesitate, still panting, still dazed from the way he fucked your mouth like it was owed to him. but something in his voice—firm, expectant—makes you move. your knees tremble as you rise.

jake doesn't give you time to adjust. the second you're upright, he steps in close, hands on your waist, guiding you backward until your thighs hit the edge of the bed.

you're pressed back against the mattress, thighs parted under his hands, still catching your breath from how rough he'd just been with your mouth. but instead of backing down, you do what you do best—deflect.

"look—how about this," you say, voice shaking but holding onto some scrap of cocky defiance. "i'll just say the blog was satire. irony. you know, performance art or something. no one has to know i meant any of it."

jake's expression doesn't change.

"or better yet—i'll make a new post trashing someone else. redirect the attention. easy." you flash a grin that's all teeth. "maybe i'll even throw in a little praise for you. balance it out."

he just blinks at you. slowly.

"you think you're negotiating right now?" his voice is calm, but the grip on your thighs tightens.

you blink. "i mean, i'm trying to be reasonable—"

"reasonable?" he laughs, but there's no humor in it. "you publicly dragged me for weeks. humiliated me. and now that you're caught, you want to rewrite the narrative?"

"i'm offering solutions—" "you're offering bullshit," he snaps, and in a second he's climbing over you, his body slotting between your legs like it was made to be there. "and you think you still have leverage? cute."

your breath hitches. your hands push at his chest, but he grabs your wrists and pins them down again, harder this time—your body arching into him involuntarily.

"here's what's really gonna happen," he says, leaning in, nose brushing yours. "you're gonna try to flip this. act like you're still in control. try to turn the tables on me."

your throat tightens.

"but you won't. because the second you try, i'll remind you who made you beg. who had you gagging on the dick you said didn't exist." his voice drops lower, dangerous. "and then i'll ruin you all over again."

you glare up at him, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and defiance."you know what? fine." your voice is sharp, shaky. "you wanna play games? i'll play. let's see how fast you fold when i turn this around."

he raises an eyebrow. "is that right?" you reach down between your bodies—slow, deliberate—wrapping your hand around him. he's still hard. unfairly so. hot and heavy in your palm.

"maybe i was wrong about the size," you murmur, stroking him slow, his breath hitching. "but maybe you really are just a pillow princess. maybe you like being praised more than you like fucking."

his jaw ticks.

you press a kiss to his neck, voice a taunt against his skin. "what happens if i ride you instead? if i make you cum all over yourself."

he freezes.

"what if i write about that next?" you sit up dragging your tongue along the edge of his jaw. "'jake sim—big dick, zero stamina.' think the internet'll love that?"

you think you've got him.

until suddenly—he flips you.

you yelp, back hitting the mattress again as he rips your hand away from his cock and shoves your thighs up around his waist. the shift is fast, dominant, practiced.

"you really thought that'd work?" he's laughing now—mean, breathless, hungry. "thought you'd rile me up and get the upper hand? you forget who tracked you down and got you here in this room." his voice is pure venom now, thick with want. "who had you gagging and drooling on your knees while you fucked yourself on my shoes not even 5 minutes ago?"

his hands expertly yank off your jeans, his thumb hooked around the waistband of your baby pink cotton panties—teasing you. you writhe beneath him, but he doesn't budge—he presses into you, cock sliding between your clothed folds just to tease, just to show you what you don't get to control.

"you wanna test stamina?" he growls. "i'll fuck you 'til that smug little attitude disappears. 'til you're begging me to stop. 'til you're crying and calling me daddy."

you gasp—rage, arousal, panic blending in your gut—but you can't deny the throb between your legs. the way your body betrays your pride.

he feels it too.

his free hand runs up your sweater, your breath shaking as you feel him run his fingers up your stomach and make themselves comfortable on your tits. letting your hands go momentarily, he's yanking your sweater off and throwing it across the room.

"didn't know bratty girls like you wore baby pink. ruffles, lace trim—bows?" he grins, his hands playing with the frills of your bra as you twitch beneath him.

"fuck you," you spat out, voice coming out weaker than you wanted it to. jake only smirks, his hand reaching up to pull the straps of your bra down—letting your tits fall out. "oh i will," and with that he's taking one of your nipples hostage in his mouth. his grip on your wrists stays planted, not allowing you to move or struggle against him when he nips at the sensitive skin of your breasts.

he switches from left to right for a few minutes, basking in your whimpers and mewls before he kisses down your stomach. pulling away he's back to being face to face with you, a smug look on his face before he plants a kiss to your jaw. the kiss turns into bites, nipping at your neck and chest as he leaves behind purple splotches.

"maybe you can post the marks i left and then bash me," jake grins against your skin. you roll your eyes in response only for jake to shoot you a look that says: behave.

he moves your underwear to the side, exposing your cunt to his hungry eyes. he runs his thumb through your slit, gathering your slick.

"so wet," he mutters, dragging the head of his cock against your slit. "guess your body knows who's in charge, even if your mouth doesn't." he slams into you—deep, all at once—and you scream.

no teasing now. no easing in. no prepping.

just punishment. just proof. just him, ruining you from the inside out like it's the only way to shut you up.

"gonna make you forget every insult," he grits, hips snapping into yours over and over. "gonna fuck the hate right outta you."

he could feel your velvet walls convulse, sucking him in like a vacuum as he thrusts into you. you cry out, fingers digging into his shoulders, back arching, mind blurring. you hate how good it feels. how right.

"gonna ruin you," he whispers, lips at your neck. "and you're gonna thank me for it." his mouth traveling down to your tit to engulf one of your nipples once again.

your body jolts with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping and moans filling the room as you struggle to adjust to his girth.

you're still trembling when jake lifts your chin. his touch is deceptively gentle, but there's nothing soft in his expression. smug. commanding. dangerously patient.

"you still think you were right?" he asks lowly, voice scraping down your spine like velvet over steel. you blink up at him, lips parted, but your throat is dry. no sass now. not with the way your body's still recovering, knees weak, throat raw from every choked sound he pulled from you.

when you don't respond jake stops his movement, his hips go still as he simply stares down at you with a dark look in his eyes.

you were falling apart.

his cock was deep inside you, filling you so completely you couldn't even think straight— but jake wasn't moving. he just held you there, pinned beneath him, wrists trapped against the mattress, his hips grinding slow and mean against yours.

you whimpered, hips twitching up against him helplessly, desperate for more. he smirked down at you, cruel and smug, loving the way your body shook, the way your face twisted in frustration.

"what's wrong?" he murmured mockingly, leaning in so close his lips brushed your ear. "thought you'd be tougher than this."

you rationed with yourself for a moment, were you really going to beg? yes.

you tried to twist your wrists free but his grip only tightened. "please," you gasped out, tears welling in your eyes from how badly you needed to cum. "please, jake, i need it—"

he laughed, low and sharp, and snapped his hips forward once—deep and brutal—making you cry out. but then he stilled again, ignoring your desperate whines.

"you need it?" he repeated, pretending to think. "need my cock? need me to make you cum like the stupid little whore you are?"

your cheeks burned, shame rolling through you, but you nodded frantically.

"say it," he ordered, voice dropping, rough. you squeezed your eyes shut, humiliated, but the words still poured out.

"i need your cock," you sobbed. "please jake, please—i'll do anything, i'll be good, just let me cum—"

he laughed again, so fucking satisfied with himself.

"should've thought about being good before you started running your mouth online," he muttered, dragging his cock slow and deep inside you, making you arch and cry out.

you were shaking now—your whole body burning, every nerve stretched tight and ready to snap.

"you want it that bad?" he asked casually, grinding his hips just enough to make you sob.

"yes," you choked out. "please, jake—please, i need to cum, i can't—"

he grinned wickedly and finally, finally started fucking into you hard—deep, punishing thrusts that made you see stars. your walls clung onto how dick like a suction in attempt to milk him dry.

your moans spilled out loud and wrecked, your whole body bowing off the bed.

"good girl," he murmured darkly, "you're gonna cum when i say. not a second before." you nodded frantically, not trusting yourself to speak without crying. and when he finally, finally leaned down and growled, "cum for me, slut,"

you shattered.

you came so hard you were sobbing, spasming around him, your body giving out completely under his.

jake fucked you through it, laughing under his breath, dragging every last bit of pleasure and humiliation out of you until you were left shaking and gasping for air.

and even then, he wasn't done with you yet. he hadn't cum yet, and at the end of the day that's what you were here for—to be his little cum slut. you barely had time to breathe—your body still spasming from the orgasm he tore out of you before jake grabbed your hips and pulled you back down onto him, grinding even deeper.

you yelped, broken noises spilling out of your mouth, trying to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation.

"no," he snapped, voice sharp and final, one hand locking tight around your waist to keep you from moving. "you don't get to run."

your head lolled back, tears slipping down your cheeks, your body a twitching mess.

"too much," you sobbed, trembling violently.

he laughed—laughed—at your misery.

"too bad," he muttered against your ear. "you're not done." he set a brutal rhythm, fucking into you hard, fast, merciless. your thighs shook, your nails dug into the sheets, your mouth fell open in helpless, gasping cries. you could feel yourself spiraling again—pain and pleasure tangled together until you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

"you think you're in control?" he grunted, slamming into you harder, making you scream. "you think you can say whatever you want about me and not pay for it?"

your whole body jolted with every thrust, the humiliation making your head spin.

"say it," he growled. "say you were wrong."

you whimpered, stubborn even now, biting down hard on your lip. he slowed down, grinding his cock against your sensitive walls in deep, deliberate circles that made you keen helplessly.

"say it," he repeated, cruel and low, "or i'll edge you until you're fucking crying."

your pride crumbled fast.

"i was wrong," you gasped out, voice cracking. he smirked, hips snapping forward again. "about what?"

you squeezed your eyes shut, shame flooding you. "about—about your dick," you choked out. "i lied, you're big—you're fucking huge—"

he chuckled darkly, like he already knew. "good girl," he breathed, voice dripping with mockery. "what else?"

you shook your head frantically, body jerking with overstimulation. he pulled almost all the way out—your cunt squeezing around nothing— before slamming back in so brutally you cried out.

"what else?" he hissed against your throat.

"i—i'm just a stupid bitch who doesn't know what she's talking about," you sobbed, face burning hot.

he laughed again, so fucking satisfied, so cruel.

"that's right," he murmured. "a stupid little whore who can't stop begging for the cock she said was too small."

you whimpered, broken, humiliated beyond repair. and still—your body clung to him, desperate for more. you realized with a sick twist in your gut that you would do anything—say anything—just to have him fuck you harder.

and jake knew it too.

he leaned down close, mouth brushing yours cruelly.

"beg," he whispered. "beg me to ruin you."

you could barely think. your body was burning, trembling, stretched tight around him— your mind a broken mess of shame and need. and still jake kept fucking you deep, rough, relentless.

his hands were everywhere—gripping your hips, your throat, your jaw—manhandling you like you were nothing more than a toy for him to use.

you whimpered when he grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.

"beg," he ordered again, voice dark, breathless with lust. "beg me to ruin you, slut."

you shook your head at first, a broken little sob tearing from your throat. he growled low, slammed into you even harder—your back arching, a scream ripping from your lips.

"you don't get to say no," he hissed. "you wanted this." tears streamed down your cheeks, your body trembling violently.

"please," you gasped out, the word slipping before you could even think. "please jake..ruin me, use me. fuck me however you want—"

he laughed, so fucking smug, dragging his cock out slow just to make you whine. "good fucking girl," he murmured. "finally learning your place."

you babbled desperate nonsense, sobbing into the sheets, your pride shattered into dust.and jake fucked you through it all—using you like a fleshlight, pounding into you until your legs gave out, until your voice was wrecked and broken.

"this what you wanted, huh?" he sneered, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a sting. "to get fucked dumb? to get put in your place like the stupid little whore you are?"

you nodded frantically, gasping, sobbing, brain completely mush. "can't even speak anymore," he muttered, mocking. "just a cockdrunk mess." your nails clawed helplessly at the sheets, your cunt squeezing him so tight he groaned.

you felt another orgasm building—sharp, unbearable—but you were too gone to even ask permission. you just sobbed and gasped and let him take everything from you.

"yeah, that's right," he growled, voice thick with pleasure. "cum all over my cock, slut. make a fucking mess."

you shattered, your whole body convulsing around him, screaming his name like a prayer, a curse, a broken confession. and jake fucked you through it, dragging every last bit of your pride and resistance out of you, until there was nothing left but a crying, ruined mess on his cock.

you were shaking. your body was limp, wrecked, trembling under the weight of everything he made you feel.

and jake still wasn't satisfied.

he kept moving, grinding his cock deep inside your overstimulated cunt—mocking every broken sob that fell from your lips.

"what's wrong?" he said, voice dripping with fake sweetness. "too much?"

you could only whimper, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. he grabbed your face again, rough, forcing your glassy eyes to meet his.

"you wanted to run your mouth so bad," he sneered. "now you can fucking thank me." your brain barely processed the words, too fogged with shame and pleasure. he slapped your cheek lightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to snap your attention back.

"say it," he barked. "say thank you."

you whimpered, tears spilling down your cheeks.

"th-thank you," you stammered, voice barely a whisper.

he smirked, cruel and satisfied.

"louder," he ordered, snapping his hips forward viciously, making you cry out. "thank you!" you sobbed, your voice hoarse and broken.

he chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down your throat, pressing lightly just enough to make your head spin.

"thank me for ruining you," he muttered, rolling his hips slow and deep, dragging another helpless moan from your lips.

your pride was turned into ash, your mind gone.

"thank you for ruining me," you gasped out, shaking uncontrollably, completely destroyed. he groaned, clearly getting off on how ruined you were—your body slack, twitching, drooling, your cunt spasming weakly around him.

"pathetic," he muttered against your ear. "look at you." you could feel how wet and messy everything was—your thighs sticky, the sheets underneath you soaked.

and still—still—he wasn't finished.

"gonna fill you up," he rasped, voice rough with the effort of holding back. "gonna fuck you so full you'll be leaking for days."

you sobbed, the humiliation sinking deeper into your bones.

"please," you whispered, because you didn't know what else to say anymore. he grunted low in his chest, thrusting faster, chasing his release. he could feel that familiar tinge in his stomach, he was close.

"such a good little cumdump," he growled. "just a hole for me to use." you broke again, another weak orgasm rolling through your abused body.

and jake finally spilled inside you—deep, hot, filling you up exactly like he promised.

he didn't pull out immediately. he stayed pressed deep, making sure you felt every drop. when he finally did pull out, you collapsed completely, a ruined, twitching, crying mess.

and jake just chuckled, so fucking smug. running his fingers down your slit before plugging your fluttering hole, making sure that his cum stays in you for as long as it could.

"maybe next time you'll think twice before running your mouth about me," he said, releasing your wrists before he gets off the bed. he left you there, spread open, dripping, humiliated beyond repair.

and you realized with a sick twist of your gut— you liked it.

you fucking loved every humiliating second of it.

✎﹏﹏

your body aches.

not in the romantic, soft-lit, post-orgasm kind of way.

no. it's raw. it's degrading. it's embarrassing.

your legs are trembling so badly you have to lean on the sink just to stay upright. your thighs sticky, sore. your throat dry and stretched thin from the pathetic, wrecked sounds he pulled out of you.

you yank your clothes back on as fast as your shaking hands allow, muttering curses under your breath. you can't even look at yourself in the mirror. because you know what you'll see: the ruined, wrecked version of yourself jake created.

and you hate him.

you hate how smug he looks when you finally stumble back into the room—hair mussed, shirt untucked, standing like he didn't just break you open with nothing but his cock and his fucking mouth. you hate how he leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with a look that says he's already won.

you hate that he was right.

and you really, really hate that you liked it.

you roll your shoulders back, force yourself to stand straight even if your body is begging you to drop.

"that what you wanted?" you rasp out, voice wrecked and scratchy. "you win. congrats. want a trophy or something?"

jake doesn't say a word. he just watches. calm. amused. smug.

and it pisses you off. burns you alive from the inside.

"you got what you wanted. you ruined my pride," you snarl, stepping closer even though your knees are ready to give. "so what now? supposed to kneel and thank you? beg you to keep ruining me?"

he cocks his head slightly, lips twitching.

you hate how unbothered he looks. you hate it so much it makes you reckless.

"you don't actually believe i meant all that, right?" you spit. "you really think i meant it when i said you're big? when i cried about how good you fucked me?"

you scoff, shaking your head with a cold, sharp laugh.

"you're pathetic. you got played because i moaned a little."

and that's when everything shifts.

because jake steps forward—smooth, controlled—grabbing your jaw so hard you gasp, slamming your back against the wall without even looking like he's trying. his face is inches from yours, breath warm, eyes dark and furious.

"still lying?" he murmurs.

your heart pounds wildly. you try to twist away but his grip on your jaw tightens, bruising.

"you begged for my cock," he hisses, thumb dragging across your trembling bottom lip. "you fucking cried for it. and you're gonna stand there and lie to my face?"

you choke on your words, humiliation pouring down your spine in cold waves.

he laughs bitterly, the sound vibrating low in his chest. "guess you really are as dumb as you look."

you flinch.

and jake leans in closer, voice dropping lower, meaner. "you wanna pretend you're still in control?" he taunts, dragging his fingers down your throat slow, almost tender. "you wanna act like you didn't cum so fucking hard you couldn't even say my name?"

you tremble.

but you don't back down—not yet. pride and fear tangled up, keeping you frozen.

he chuckles darkly.

"fine," he says, voice a low threat. "i'll remind you."

his hand snakes between your thighs, shoving your jeans down again, your underwear dragging with it, baring you completely in seconds. you gasp, struggling—but he's too strong, too fast. he grabs you by the hips, throws you onto the bed like you're weightless.

and then he's on you.

he presses your wrists to the mattress with one hand again, his weight pinning you down, his other hand roughly forcing your legs apart.

you barely have time to gasp before he's inside you again—deep, brutal, fucking the defiance out of you one savage thrust at a time.

you cry out, throat raw. he fucks you like he's furious, every slam of his hips meant to punish. "not so fucking smug now, huh?" he pants against your ear.

you whimper, broken sounds spilling out without permission.

"what happened to all that fake confidence, princess?" he mocks, rolling his hips harder, forcing your body to take every inch. "thought you said you could handle it."

you sob, writhing under him, but he doesn't let up. he leans down, dragging his teeth across your jaw, making you shudder helplessly.

"gonna make you beg again," he growls. "gonna make you say it like you fucking mean it."

you try to shake your head—but you're drowning. he's everywhere. he's everything. and no matter how much you try to cling to your pride, it crumbles between your shaking hands.

you're crying now—humiliated tears streaking down your flushed face—as he pounds into you mercilessly.

"please," you choke out, voice cracking.

he chuckles, cruel and satisfied.

"please what, baby?" he taunts, slowing his thrusts to a deep, punishing grind that makes your whole body twitch and seize.

"please," you sob again, shame burning you alive. "please let me cum."

he leans back slightly to look at you—hair a mess, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

"you don't deserve to cum," he says, voice mocking. "whores who lie don't get rewards."

you whimper, hips stuttering against his, desperate, broken.

"but," he adds slowly, almost lazily, "if you beg real nice... maybe i'll consider it."

you sob harder, pride shattered into dust. and then—you beg.

you beg like a good little whore.

"please, jake," you cry, voice wrecked and hoarse. "i need it—i need to cum—please, please—"

he grins, dark and cruel, and finally—finally—lets you fall apart again, your body convulsing, cunt clenching around him helplessly as he fucks you through the brutal, soul-crushing orgasm. and you barely have a second to breathe before he's moving again—pulling out, grabbing your face in both hands, forcing your mouth open.

"open wide," he orders.

you're so wrecked you don't even think to disobey. you just open—lips trembling, eyes wide and glassy.

and jake leans over—spits straight into your mouth, thick and wet and humiliating.

you gag slightly, tears burning your eyes.

"swallow," he commands sharply.

you do.

you obey without even thinking.

and he smirks—grabbing his phone, flipping open the recording he just made of your pathetic begging, letting you hear it on loop while you lie there ruined, body trembling, throat raw.

he tucks his phone into his pocket, grabs your chin again, forcing you to look up at him. "remember this next time you wanna talk shit," he says, voice low and smug.

he kisses you—mocking and possessive—and leaves you there: used, wrecked, humiliated, and so thoroughly owned that you can't even pretend anymore.

jake sim ruined you and there's no taking it back.

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A Guide to Historically Accurate Regency-Era Names

I recently received a message from a historical romance writer asking if I knew any good resources for finding historically accurate Regency-era names for their characters.

Not knowing any off the top of my head, I dug around online a bit and found there really isn’t much out there. The vast majority of search results were Buzzfeed-style listicles which range from accurate-adjacent to really, really, really bad.

I did find a few blog posts with fairly decent name lists, but noticed that even these have very little indication as to each name’s relative popularity as those statistical breakdowns really don't exist.

I began writing up a response with this information, but then I (being a research addict who was currently snowed in after a blizzard) thought hey - if there aren’t any good resources out there why not make one myself?

As I lacked any compiled data to work from, I had to do my own data wrangling on this project. Due to this fact, I limited the scope to what I thought would be the most useful for writers who focus on this era, namely - people of a marriageable age living in the wealthiest areas of London.

So with this in mind - I went through period records and compiled the names of 25,000 couples who were married in the City of Westminster (which includes Mayfair, St. James and Hyde Park) between 1804 to 1821.

So let’s see what all that data tells us…

To begin - I think it’s hard for us in the modern world with our wide and varied abundance of first names to conceive of just how POPULAR popular names of the past were.

If you were to take a modern sample of 25-year-old (born in 1998) American women, the most common name would be Emily with 1.35% of the total population. If you were to add the next four most popular names (Hannah, Samantha, Sarah and Ashley) these top five names would bring you to 5.5% of the total population. (source: Social Security Administration)

If you were to do the same survey in Regency London - the most common name would be Mary with 19.2% of the population. Add the next four most popular names (Elizabeth, Ann, Sarah and Jane) and with just 5 names you would have covered 62% of all women.

To hit 62% of the population in the modern survey it would take the top 400 names.

The top five Regency men’s names (John, William, Thomas, James and George) have nearly identical statistics as the women’s names.

I struggled for the better part of a week with how to present my findings, as a big list in alphabetical order really fails to get across the popularity factor and also isn’t the most tumblr-compatible format. And then my YouTube homepage recommended a random video of someone ranking all the books they’d read last year - and so I present…

The Regency Name Popularity Tier List

The Tiers

S+ - 10% of the population or greater. There is no modern equivalent to this level of popularity. 52% of the population had one of these 7 names.

S - 2-10%. There is still no modern equivalent to this level of popularity. Names in this percentage range in the past have included Mary and William in the 1880s and Jennifer in the late 1970s (topped out at 4%).

A - 1-2%. The top five modern names usually fall in this range. Kids with these names would probably include their last initial in class to avoid confusion. (1998 examples: Emily, Sarah, Ashley, Michael, Christopher, Brandon.)

B - .3-1%. Very common names. Would fall in the top 50 modern names. You would most likely know at least 1 person with these names. (1998 examples: Jessica, Megan, Allison, Justin, Ryan, Eric)

C - .17-.3%. Common names. Would fall in the modern top 100. You would probably know someone with these names, or at least know of them. (1998 examples: Chloe, Grace, Vanessa, Sean, Spencer, Seth)

D - .06-.17%. Less common names. In the modern top 250. You may not personally know someone with these names, but you’re aware of them. (1998 examples: Faith, Cassidy, Summer, Griffin, Dustin, Colby)

E - .02-.06%. Uncommon names. You’re aware these are names, but they are not common. Unusual enough they may be remarked upon. (1998 examples: Calista, Skye, Precious, Fabian, Justice, Lorenzo)

F - .01-.02%. Rare names. You may have heard of these names, but you probably don’t know anyone with one. Extremely unusual, and would likely be remarked upon. (1998 examples: Emerald, Lourdes, Serenity, Dario, Tavian, Adonis)

G - Very rare names. There are only a handful of people with these names in the entire country. You’ve never met anyone with this name.

H - Virtually non-existent. Names that theoretically could have existed in the Regency period (their original source pre-dates the early 19th century) but I found fewer than five (and often no) period examples of them being used in Regency England. (Example names taken from romance novels and online Regency name lists.)

Just to once again reinforce how POPULAR popular names were before we get to the tier lists - statistically, in a ballroom of 100 people in Regency London: 80 would have names from tiers S+/S. An additional 15 people would have names from tiers A/B and C. 4 of the remaining 5 would have names from D/E. Only one would have a name from below tier E.

Women's Names

S+ Mary, Elizabeth, Ann, Sarah

S - Jane, Mary Ann+, Hannah, Susannah, Margaret, Catherine, Martha, Charlotte, Maria

A - Frances, Harriet, Sophia, Eleanor, Rebecca

B - Alice, Amelia, Bridget~, Caroline, Eliza, Esther, Isabella, Louisa, Lucy, Lydia, Phoebe, Rachel, Susan

C - Ellen, Fanny*, Grace, Henrietta, Hester, Jemima, Matilda, Priscilla

D - Abigail, Agnes, Amy, Augusta, Barbara, Betsy*, Betty*, Cecilia, Christiana, Clarissa, Deborah, Diana, Dinah, Dorothy, Emily, Emma, Georgiana, Helen, Janet^, Joanna, Johanna, Judith, Julia, Kezia, Kitty*, Letitia, Nancy*, Ruth, Winifred>

E - Arabella, Celia, Charity, Clara, Cordelia, Dorcas, Eve, Georgina, Honor, Honora, Jennet^, Jessie*^, Joan, Joyce, Juliana, Juliet, Lavinia, Leah, Margery, Marian, Marianne, Marie, Mercy, Miriam, Naomi, Patience, Penelope, Philadelphia, Phillis, Prudence, Rhoda, Rosanna, Rose, Rosetta, Rosina, Sabina, Selina, Sylvia, Theodosia, Theresa

F - (selected) Alicia, Bethia, Euphemia, Frederica, Helena, Leonora, Mariana, Millicent, Mirah, Olivia, Philippa, Rosamund, Sybella, Tabitha, Temperance, Theophila, Thomasin, Tryphena, Ursula, Virtue, Wilhelmina

G - (selected) Adelaide, Alethia, Angelina, Cassandra, Cherry, Constance, Delilah, Dorinda, Drusilla, Eva, Happy, Jessica, Josephine, Laura, Minerva, Octavia, Parthenia, Theodora, Violet, Zipporah

H - Alberta, Alexandra, Amber, Ashley, Calliope, Calpurnia, Chloe, Cressida, Cynthia, Daisy, Daphne, Elaine, Eloise, Estella, Lilian, Lilias, Francesca, Gabriella, Genevieve, Gwendoline, Hermione, Hyacinth, Inez, Iris, Kathleen, Madeline, Maude, Melody, Portia, Seabright, Seraphina, Sienna, Verity

Men's Names

S+ John, William, Thomas

S - James, George, Joseph, Richard, Robert, Charles, Henry, Edward, Samuel

A - Benjamin, (Mother’s/Grandmother’s maiden name used as first name)#

B - Alexander^, Andrew, Daniel, David>, Edmund, Francis, Frederick, Isaac, Matthew, Michael, Patrick~, Peter, Philip, Stephen, Timothy

C - Abraham, Anthony, Christopher, Hugh>, Jeremiah, Jonathan, Nathaniel, Walter

D - Adam, Arthur, Bartholomew, Cornelius, Dennis, Evan>, Jacob, Job, Josiah, Joshua, Lawrence, Lewis, Luke, Mark, Martin, Moses, Nicholas, Owen>, Paul, Ralph, Simon

E - Aaron, Alfred, Allen, Ambrose, Amos, Archibald, Augustin, Augustus, Barnard, Barney, Bernard, Bryan, Caleb, Christian, Clement, Colin, Duncan^, Ebenezer, Edwin, Emanuel, Felix, Gabriel, Gerard, Gilbert, Giles, Griffith, Harry*, Herbert, Humphrey, Israel, Jabez, Jesse, Joel, Jonas, Lancelot, Matthias, Maurice, Miles, Oliver, Rees, Reuben, Roger, Rowland, Solomon, Theophilus, Valentine, Zachariah

F - (selected) Abel, Barnabus, Benedict, Connor, Elijah, Ernest, Gideon, Godfrey, Gregory, Hector, Horace, Horatio, Isaiah, Jasper, Levi, Marmaduke, Noah, Percival, Shadrach, Vincent

G - (selected) Albion, Darius, Christmas, Cleophas, Enoch, Ethelbert, Gavin, Griffin, Hercules, Hugo, Innocent, Justin, Maximilian, Methuselah, Peregrine, Phineas, Roland, Sebastian, Sylvester, Theodore, Titus, Zephaniah

H - Albinus, Americus, Cassian, Dominic, Eric, Milo, Rollo, Trevor, Tristan, Waldo, Xavier

# Men were sometimes given a family surname (most often their mother's or grandmother's maiden name) as their first name - the most famous example of this being Fitzwilliam Darcy. If you were to combine all surname-based first names as a single 'name' this is where the practice would rank.

*Rank as a given name, not a nickname

+If you count Mary Ann as a separate name from Mary - Mary would remain in S+ even without the Mary Anns included

~Primarily used by people of Irish descent

^Primarily used by people of Scottish descent

>Primarily used by people of Welsh descent

I was going to continue on and write about why Regency-era first names were so uniform, discuss historically accurate surnames, nicknames, and include a little guide to finding 'unique' names that are still historically accurate - but this post is already very, very long, so that will have to wait for a later date.

If anyone has any questions/comments/clarifications in the meantime feel free to message me.

Methodology notes: All data is from marriage records covering six parishes in the City of Westminster between 1804 and 1821. The total sample size was 50,950 individuals.

I chose marriage records rather than births/baptisms as I wanted to focus on individuals who were adults during the Regency era rather than newborns. I think many people make the mistake when researching historical names by using baby name data for the year their story takes place rather than 20 to 30 years prior, and I wanted to avoid that. If you are writing a story that takes place in 1930 you don’t want to research the top names for 1930, you need to be looking at 1910 or earlier if you are naming adult characters.

I combined (for my own sanity) names that are pronounced identically but have minor spelling differences: i.e. the data for Catherine also includes Catharines and Katherines, Susannah includes Susannas, Phoebe includes Phebes, etc.

The compound 'Mother's/Grandmother's maiden name used as first name' designation is an educated guesstimate based on what I recognized as known surnames, as I do not hate myself enough to go through 25,000+ individuals and confirm their mother's maiden names. So if the tally includes any individuals who just happened to be named Fitzroy/Hastings/Townsend/etc. because their parents liked the sound of it and not due to any familial relations - my bad.

I did a small comparative survey of 5,000 individuals in several rural communities in Rutland and Staffordshire (chosen because they had the cleanest data I could find and I was lazy) to see if there were any significant differences between urban and rural naming practices and found the results to be very similar. The most noticeable difference I observed was that the S+ tier names were even MORE popular in rural areas than in London. In Rutland between 1810 and 1820 Elizabeths comprised 21.4% of all brides vs. 15.3% in the London survey. All other S+ names also saw increases of between 1% and 6%. I also observed that the rural communities I surveyed saw a small, but noticeable and fairly consistent, increase in the use of names with Biblical origins.

Sources of the records I used for my survey:

Ancestry.com. England & Wales Marriages, 1538-1988 [database on-line].

Ancestry.com. Westminster, London, England, Church of England Marriages and Banns, 1754-1935 [database on-line].

#history #regency #1800s #1810s #names #london #writing resources #regency romance #jane austen #bridgerton #bridgerton would be an exponentially better show if daphne's name was dorcas #behold - the reason i haven't posted in three weeks

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waterbearable · 1 year ago

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as much as i love writing it does mean that i must regularly wrangle the pleasure center in my brain into submission. no you cannot go back to coding because you still have some routes to finish even though i knowwwww you are dying to see how variations work outside of your word processor. yes i know that you keep coming up with exciting ideas that you want to flesh out but you have to finish writing the scenes that will get you there. blease.

#ari speaks #oc: tmf #i think i gotta make a list of the routes that i still have left to finish out/think if it's really necessary to keep them #bc initially my thought for the prologue was that you pick 1 of 2 directions and it gives you one route to go on.#both lead eventually to the same objective.#but in reality i have almost finished route 2 and that's already got several vars.#so it's like 2(a)[almost entirely unfinished] 2(b)(1) 2(b)(2) and 2(b)(3)#these lead to 3(a) 3(b) or 3(c). which is really 3(a)(1)->3(a)(1)(i) and 3(a)(1)(ii) and so on and so on.#all of the variation already there accumulates probably to a good 20k words at least. so is it really Necessary for me to create route 1?#or even route 2a? b/c i'm not even sure that 3(a) would connect directly to 2a. but also i'm like BUT YOU'RE NOT VARYING THING ENOUGH.#girl help. i like doing this but i also feel very stupid.

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ms-demeanor · 2 months ago

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I had a straight up delightful moment at work yesterday when a new member of the management team asked me how we were tracking warranties and I explained that we kind of aren't and he asked why we aren't and that meant he got a 30-minute rundown of how top-to-bottom fucked the procurement process is here.

First I explained the process for sending a quote (i am assigned a ticket in system A1, I create an opportunity in system A2, from the opportunity i can generate a quote in system B - if I start with the quote I can't associate it back to the opportunity or the ticket, if we need to change the quote after it was approved we need to generate a new quote from the opportunity to overwrite the old one - and send the quote from system B.)

Then I explained the process of getting approval (system B sends the quote and receives the approvals but does not communicate that to system A, so until it is manually updated system A sends a daily reminder about the quote to the client and after three days with no response will close the ticket even if the client approved the quote in system B. System B will send an email if a quote is approved but it comes from our generic support email so to make sure that I don't miss approvals I have filtering rules set up and a folder I check twice a day. Because there are 4 people who use this system I also check twice daily in system B to see if anyone else's quotes were approved).

Then I explained how I place the orders (easy! I'm a pro! We have a standardized PO pattern that tracks date, vendor and client, it's handy)

Then I explained how I document the orders (neither system A nor B has a way of storing information about orders in progress, only orders that are complete; as such I have created a PO Documentation spreadsheet that lists the PO number, vendor, line of business, client, items ordered, order total, order date, ETA, tracking numbers, serial numbers, delivery confirmation, ticket number for install, ticket title for install, shippong cost, and close confirmation, which all have to be entered individually and which require a minimum of three visits to the spreadsheet per order: entering initial info, entering tracking and SN info, then once more to get that info to close the opportunity)

Then I explained how we close an order (confirm hardware delivery or activate software, use system A2 to code hardware/software/non-taxable products appropriately, run wizard to add charges from A2 to ticket in A1; because the A2 charges were locked by approval in system B, use system A3 to add shipping or other fees or to remove any parts that were approved but not actually needed or ordered - THIS WEEK I got permission to do this bit on my initial A1 procurement ticket instead of generating an A1 post-procurement ticket for fees and shipping. Once all of that is done it's moved into system A4 and is no longer my problem).

If there is a warranty involved it *should* automatically have the expiration tracked in system C, but system C doesn't have any way to pull order info so there's no way it can track warranty *start* dates without somebody manually entering it or without using API data from the manufacturer, which some manufacturers don't provide (fuck you, Apple).

But me and my trainee are happy to add the start date to the configuration once a tech tells us that the device is enrolled in system C. If the techs will tell us that we can add that info no problem.

Until then, I have unfortunately been forced to start a spreadsheet.

The manager was appalled, it was great. I got to say the words "part of the reason things sometimes fall through the cracks is because we have so many cracks" and his response was "no shit." I'm talking to vendors about a procurement system now :) :) :) :)

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dailynnt · 2 months ago

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Hello dear army 💜 I decided to make a list of my recommendations for the stories I read and liked the most. Each of these works sank into my soul and I consider these writers very talented and they literally made my heart flutter! Inspiration to you my dear to create even more beautiful stories! 🫶🏻

Most of these fanfics contain explicit scenes, so read at your own risk 😉

𓏵 The mask of purity by @lostinbangtan7 | ongoing

— Jungkook idol x Y/N famous/artist/singer

— Rough sex, unprotected, overstimulation, impregnation

ᝰ In a world where desire and ambition intertwine, Y/N and Jungkook share a secret that threatens to consume them both. When jealousy takes hold of Jungkook, he reveals the possessive darkness lurking beneath the mask of purity that defines his public image. What began as clandestine meetings evolves into a mutual obsession where desire and danger merge, challenging them to confront an unsettling truth: their connection transcends the physical, but it could destroy them.

𓏵 cruel secrets - J.JK - epilogue (M) by @hellokittykookies | finished

— doctor! jk, twin! jk x fem! reader

— murder, identity fraud/theft?, doctor! jk, twin! jk, fraud, divorce, escaping/moving away, labor, pregancy sex, unprotected sex, public sex (plane), oral..? (Male)

ᝰ Marrying one of the twins, especially if they're identical, can be fun. but what if one starts pretending to be the other? especially murder involved, but what you don't know won't hurt you.. right?

𓏵 Hot and pissed and on the pill by @hellokittykookies | finished

— oc is tipsy but sober enough to know what she's doing, riding, jk having a lil thing with oc and her skirt, praises, jk calling oc "slut" once, spitting, hairpulling, slapping, dry humping at first, jungkook asking if she's sure first, oc breaking his window lock lmaoo, big c! jk, unprotected sex (USE CONDOMS FOR SAFETY YALL), praise, oc taking the initiative, the heathers inspired, dead girl walking from the heathers, literally porn and lastly it's not proofread

𓏵 “3 words, 8 letters. I mean it” - J.JK - Mini (M) by @hellokittykookies | finished

— j.jk x fem! Reader

— chuckblair inspired, limo sx, gossip girl parties setting, unprotected sex (yk what to do babes), riding, praisekink, comparing, big c!jk, slight public sex, not proofread, lemme know what i missed!

𓏵 ego season masterlist | jjk by @sparklingchim | ongoing

— hockeyplayer!jungkook, richgirlie!oc, college!au, fwb, brother's best friend

ᝰ your ex-high-school crush is now your fuck buddy. you just gotta make sure that your older brother taehyung, jungkook's best friend, doesn't catch you red-handed.

𓏵 𐙚 safeword (smut+comfort) by @redcherrykook | finished

— daddy!jungkook and sub oc, "bunny, doll, sweet girl , baby, princess", usage of safeword "melon" , doggy, choking(?)/ face into pillow, spanking, rough, soft make up care, praise, very sweet dom JK, size kink, oc has pink tones in her skin, crying

𓏵 𐙚 bad boy, good girl / highschool sweet♡s by @redcherrykook | finished

— highschool sweethearts, parking lot blowjob, backshots, they r lovebirds, dirty talk, praise, big cawck JK, creampie, desperate seggs, getting chased by cops, jungkook smokes and sells weed, is tatted UP, oc is a quiet good girl nerd

𓏵 𖤓.ೃ࿔* WARM + jeon jungkook by @mmegwrld | finished

— angsty, hurt.. comfort, situationship jk, you’re too patient with him.. crying, slow build up? a little bit of smut - praises, oral (m receiving), JK IS AN ASSHOLE IN SOME PARTS

ᝰ you and jungkook are college roommates, but sometimes you two hook up. all the time, actually. he continuously pushes you away.. and you stay.

𓏵 she's not me - JK - FF - ONE SHOT (M) by @hellokittykookies | finished

— ex!jk x ex!fem!reader

— ex2l, cheating, smut, fluff if you squint

ᝰ He said he moved on, but why does your toothbrush still stand next to his, even when he has "someone new" already?

𓏵 Pose for me by @hellokittykookies | finished

— Model! jk x Photographer! reader (y/n also ji ah)

— slow burn, fake dating, forced proximity, angst, romance, mutual pining, emotional hurt/comfort, smut, hidden identity, jealousy, Fashion industry au.

ᝰ After years of running from the life you never wanted, you thought you had finally succeeded. erasing y/n, becoming ji-ha, and leaving your past behind. But then came him. A model you accidentally brought to a cotillion, a man effortlessly loved by the woman who had become family to you. And it just so happens He was connected to the one person you abandoned nine years ago. You were supposed to avoid him. To walk away. So why did you keep finding yourself right next to him?

𓏵 Just one night by @gleamingseok | finished

— Smut, Soft Dom Jungkook, Club AU

— Grinding, public touch, dom!Jungkook, car fingering, overstimulation hints, soft dirty talk, protected sex

𓏵 A Black Eye & Two Kisses. by @igwb | finished

— strangers to lovers au, angst

— angst, set in the 90s, mentions of; sexism, patriarchal society, shitty husbands/men in general :(, blood, & violence, jk is the only good man here♡, mentions of; sexual contents (no actual smut!), womens struggles & having to fight for a place in a patriarchal society

ᝰ you knew life wouldn’t be easy as a woman in a world built by men. you had grown up knowing that it was only a matter of time before you, too, would face that same brutal reality. even as you dreamed of something else—something as simple as independence—you understood how utopian that idea was for a woman in times like these. but who could have known that, sometimes, freedom could come from a man himself? a lost soul, like you, caught in the same struggle, trapped in his own way. a soul that, despite everything, might just understand your pain.

𓏵 Lines of fate | jjk by @kookiestarlight | ongoing

— tattooist!jungkook x f. reader

— apocalypse au, exes to lovers (?) dad!jungkook, survival, angst, eventual smut

ᝰ the last thing Jungkook ever imagined was an outbreak that turned the dead into the living. But even more unexpected is seeing you—an ex he’s known nothing about in the past four years—with a small child who bears a striking resemblance to himself. As Jungkook grapples with the shock and the city spirals into chaos, the two of you are thrust back together, forced to confront unresolved feelings, long-buried truths, and the horrors of the deadly virus taking over.

𓏵 "something" in @awrkive docs 🤭 | finished

— dol!jk x producer!(fem)reader, they are mean to each other 😬, just.. weird dynamics tbh. explicit sexual content: unprotected s*x, multiple positions, cre*mpie, brief c*nnilingus

ᝰ where you and jungkook are in a situationship and you kind of hate each other but the sex is great

𓏵 jeon jungkook - handle with care by @dreamersparacosm | finished

— oral (f recieving), he hits it from the back, hair pulling, blue collar dick🚨🚨

ᝰ in which your landlord sends an electrician to fix your power, and you end up learning firsthand the magic of blue collar dick.

𓏵 Parasocial | jjk (m) by @youthguk | finished

— smut, best friends with benefits, a little bit toxic, jungkook and reader are a little messy and ruin life’s of people around them

ᝰ Everyone in your circle knew that where there was you, Jungkook wasn't far behind. It was just your natural state of being - together. Your relationship had this beautiful, messy way of coloring outside the lines of typical friendship. But somewhere between algebra homework and growing pains, his protective streak went from "adorably concerned" to "intensely involved in literally everything."

𓏵 𐙚₊˚⊹ POINT OF VIEW // JJK ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ by @muniimyg | ongoing

— fluff, crack, & angst

𓏵 Thoughts of You by @scarluna | finished

— plus sized reader, fuckboy jungkook, insecurities, smoking

— mature language, a little sexual tension

ᝰ Y/N starts work as a client agent at a big corporate co company. There, she meets Jungkook, a man who confuses the hell out of her.

𓏵 D&D (m) by @aajjks | finished

— roomate!jk x fem!reader.

— 18+, explícït längüägë, vëry gräphïc änd fïlthÿ dïälögüë, drünk Jüngkook, H Ô R N Y JK, ïntënsë sëxüäl tënsïön, rïdïcülöüsly bôld flïrtätïön, händ pläçëmënts gëttïng ä lïttlë tóó clösë, dïrty hümör, änd füll-ön läck öf fïltër, brò ís hórny.

ᝰ There is a lot to deal with whenever your horny roommate ends up drunk as fuck.

𓏵 The Shower Show (m) by @aajjks | finished

— roommate jungkook x female!reader

— shôwêr wârs, rôômâtês tûrñêd châôtîc fôês, jûñgkôôk bêîñg â flîrty lîttlê shît, tôwêl drâmâ, bîg d sélf-hypê, înâpproprîâtê shôwêr sêx rêfêrêñcês, dîrtÿ jôkês, thrôwîñg shâmpôô âs â wêâpôñ, sêxûâl têñsîôñ bât nó shôwêr shârîñg (fôr ñôw).

ᝰ A lot happens when you find out that your horny housemate is taking a shower in your bathroom and the worst way to find out is when you walk in on him naked in the shower.

𓏵 what are you willing to do? by @trivia-yandere | finished

— smut, light yandere tendancies nothing too crazy (yet), power imbalance, dirty talking, kissing, nipple sucking/rubbing, oral sex, dry humping, fingering

ᝰ After managing to dodge your property manager out of rent for two months, you're left in a vulnerable position when he finally comes looking for you.

𓏵 bridges we almost burned 𓇼 𓂂 ˚ ◌ by @kooffeecup | finished

— angst, romance

ᝰ when you see your boyfriend giving ride to the new intern frequently because he thinks it’s convenient, something snaps inside you.

𓏵 Stuck With You. (m) by @aajjks | finished

— stûck în â rôôm tôgêthêr trôpê, crîngê jûngkôôk, hôrnÿ jûngkôôk, tsûndêrê ÿn, sêxûâl jôkês, ônê bêd trôpê, hê jûst wânts tô hît ît wîth ÿôû ând lîvê hâppîlÿ êvêr âftêr.

ᝰ Imagine being stuck in a room with a walking nightmare who really wants to fuck you.

𓏵 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐔 by @pennyellee | ongoing

— heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader

— dark romance, smut, porn with plot, 90s, minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, emotional distress, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, jk is selfish af, jk is delulu, oral (fem receiving), forced oral (m receiving) spanking, squirting, cum swallowing, creampie, yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, choking, rough sex, pussy pounding, bruises, manipulation, gaslighting, strong language, oppressiveness

ᝰ You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

𓏵 IN HIS MERCY | JUNGKOOK FF by @horchatakoo | finished

— yandere jk x queen bee y/n, manipulation, blackmailing, big dick jk, dom jk, mean jk, smut cause grahhh, cumming inside

ᝰ who would have thought that you, the queen bee of the school, would be a crying mess beneath the very boy you bullied?

𓏵 dear me — jeon jungkook by @writesvani | ongoing

— lawyer! jeonjungkook x privatechef! reader

— estranged childhood best friends-to-friends-to-lovers?

— angst, fluff, smut (all characters are of age), YEARNING, explicit language, pinning, misunderstandings, forbidden love, JK being torn (but so is Y/n), this is NOT a cheating fic, arguing, cursing, substance use (alcohol & cigarettes), nostalgia, happy ending (probably)

ᝰ Once upon a time, Jungkook and you were everything. Best friends who shared every moment, every secret—except one: you were in love with him. But life changed. High school ended, real life began, and slowly, you drifted apart, the distance between you growing too wide to cross.

The end. Except it isn't.

One day, after a long day at work, you open your email to find a message from 13 years ago—written by your younger self. A letter you’d forgotten, sent by a service you paid to remind you of your youth, your love for him. As the emails keep on coming and you keep reading, the flood of memories hits you, and you realize something heartbreaking: you never stopped loving him.

But now, it’s too late. Jungkook is about to marry someone else. Or is he?

𓏵 study break | jjk by @ggukivrse | finished

— college au, established relationship, smut (?)

— jk wears glasses (yes that is a warning), oc and jk are both menaces, kissing, making out, allusions to sex

ᝰ in which you’re all distraction and no remorse, and jungkook keeps coming back for more

𓏵 to turn a bad thing good | jjk by @chateautae | ongoing

— ceo!jungkook x law student!reader

— series, arranged marriage!au, fwb!au (?), haters to lovers!au, smut, fluff, angst

— swearing, alcohol/marijuana consumption, mentions of ptsd/trauma, mentions of confrontative violence (with other characters, not each other), explicit sexual content, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (chapters have their own warnings!)

ᝰ jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night—and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had.

𓏵 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 by @jungkoode | ongoing

— enemies to lovers, emotional slow burn, smut with plot, fuck buddies

ᝰ When your search for affordable NYC housing leads you to apartment 6B, you think you've hit the jackpot. That is, until you realize your new roommate is the guy from that one wild night on January - the one who ruined you for anyone else. Now you're stuck sharing walls with the living embodiment of your worst mistake, and the sexual tension is thick enough to choke on. Between his emotional damage and your trust issues, this arrangement is a disaster waiting to happen.

But hey, at least the hate sex is phenomenal.

𓏵 ⋆｡°✩ TABLE 3 by @justarkive | ongoing

— pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

ᝰ Before Jungkook enlists in the military, his life takes an unexpected turn when he visits a local restaurant with friends and meets a waitress who doesn’t recognize him. Surprised by your lack of star-struck reaction, Jungkook finds himself drawn to your down-to-earth nature, especially his previous struggles with the pressure of constant drama on social media regarding his relationships. Little do you know, Jungkook is about to leave for the military, which inevitably bring’s complications to your connection… do you find a way to fix it?

𓏵 ( 전정국 ) . . . BURNING HOUR jeon jungkook by @jungqkook | finished

— SMUT ! including : unprotected sex, rough sex, public sex but not really public, missionary, doggy, kook’s dirty, dirty mouth, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), fingering + fluff <3 ! this work is fiction and therefore it does not represent the real jungkook !

ᝰ there’s nothing better than spending an entire day at your boyfriend’s yatch, tanning and waiting for the sunset with a drink in your hand… too bad your boyfriend had other plans for you.

I think that's all for now 🙂‍↕️ I think this list will continue 🫶🏻 Enjoy 💜

💋 Diylynn T

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a-shade-of-blue · 2 months ago

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Freshwater Pearl Necklace Raffle for Gaza 2.0 (worldwide shipping!)

Making another necklace raffle due to the huge response I received for my previous one!

I am organizing this raffle in order to raise funds for Gaza fundraising campaigns with LOW donations/ supports big families/ in need of medical surgery AND Gaza mutual aid initiatives. I am also shipping worldwide this time!!

To enter, donate to any fundraisers that fulfill both of the below requirements:

A fundraiser that

has raised less than €10K/ $10K USD/ £8K GBP/ $14K CAD/ kr110K SEK/ kr110K NOR at your time of donation

OR supports 15 or more people,

OR is raising funds to pay for medical surgeries.

2. A fundraiser from one of the following sources:

@/gazavetters vetted list

Vetted list by @/el-shab-hussein, @/nabulsi and Mohammed Ayesh

Fundraisers reblogged by me (@a-shade-of-blue)/ My list of vetted fundraisers that have reached out to me (basically all the fundraisers I have reblogged are on this list)

You can also enter the raffle if you have donated to the below Palestinian-led mutual aid initiatives:

The Sameer Project (IG): North and Central Gaza/ The Refaat Alareer Camp/ South Gaza [provides basic needs and aid]

Mona's Mutual Aid Project (IG) [provides basic needs and aid]

Isnad Foundation (tumblr) [help students pursue degree online]

Ihyaa Foundation (tumblr) (IG) [ Palestinian youth led initiative to provide resources so that university students in Gaza can continue their education]

Revive Gaza Farmland Initiative [Rehabilitate Gaza's agricultural sector and local food sector to combat famine]

Crips for eSims for Gaza

Instructions:

Donate a minimum of €5/$5/£5/kr50 to enter the raffle! Each €5/$5/£5/kr50 counts as an entry, so if you donate €10, you will be entered twice.

Submit your entries through this Google Form!

The deadline for entering this raffle is 15 July, 2025.

Submit your entries through this google form to enter the raffle!

Not sure which fundraiser to donate to? Check out these low donation fundraisers that support big families!

Tagging for reach~ Please dm me if you want of the mailing list! Thank you!

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#free gaza #free palestine #palestine #gaza #raffle

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kamiversee · 1 year ago

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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 44 || The Question at the End

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, heartwarmingly filthy smut (includes choking), fluff, & a ticklish tinge of angst.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.7k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——YOU WEREN’T PREPARED FOR the man that is Nanami Kento. Nope, nothing could mentally ready you for the way he eases his cock into you for what felt like hours on end, making you lose all sense of thought as he forces you to feel each and every inch and vein that decorates his member.

You don’t remember anything from when he was finger fucking you in his vehicle to now as your legs are pressed up against your chest with Nanami’s hands roughly squeezing onto the plush underside of your thighs while he stuffs you full of his girthy length.

“Fuuuck,” Nanami groaned, his hair disheveled and his eyes lustful and low-lidded as he gazed down at the flushed fucked out expression on your face. “You’re-, shit… you’re milking my cock, darling… hah, squeezing me so damn tight,”

Through the course of the list, you’ve experienced all kinds of sex but nothing quite like this. When Nanami said he fucks rough he wasn’t referring to his pace, instead, he was referring to the filth that leaves his lips and the stretch of his dick squeezing into you. It’s more of a buildup to that roughness he was referring to and you liked every second of that.

He’s a confident man, he knows how women react to his size. And as for you? Oh you felt like a virgin trying to take him in at first. Thank god for the car ride that consisted of him fingering you because you quickly realized how necessary that was.

Not only was that helpful but Nanami’s sexy voice was in your ear as he eased himself into you. He spoke so softly, so kindly, his tone laced in honey with how sweet it was as each word went straight to your core and only made his entry more slippery.

He hadn’t tied you up just yet, he’d revisit that idea later.

As he initially entered you, those soft lips of his were against your ear, saying things like, “Shhh, I know it’s big but you can take it, right?”

To which your nails would scrape against his back and your jaw would fall, leaving your mouth open with obscene moans leaving you, “I c-can’t-, f-fuuuck… ohmygod…” You whined and whined, to which he only went slower.

You’re not sure if it helped for him to go slower or if you just wanted him to thrust the rest in but either way, you were struggling.

“C’mon, that’s it, I’m almost-,” He grunts heavily, his warm breath hitting your skin, “A-Almost all the way in. You’re doing so good f’me, such a good girl aren’t you?”

You nodded weakly. He was halfway in but you couldn’t really tell. Your legs wrapped around his large muscular body and god he was a big man. His build was so damn perfect over you and his gentleness just made you melt beneath him.

“Uh-huh…” You babbled out to the man.

Nanami shifted down to the area right below your jaw and kissed you passionately before whispering to you, “You’re taking me so well, love.”

Yep, your walls suddenly clamp around his cock and Nanami lets out a moan against you.

“Kento,” You squeaked out, a whimper following his name as each inch of him was buried inside you, “You’re s’deep,” You slurred out.

Nanami nods, “Mhmm, I know… Here,” He moves a hand to grab your arm and you feel his fingers slip along your palm before they interlace with your own, squeezing your delicate hand in his own, “Hold on to me, I’ll make sure you feel good soon, okay?”

The sex was so soft and light that it had you utterly flustered. You didn’t even know what to do with yourself in a situation like this. Nanami moved so that his face was over your own and his eyes gazed so deeply into yours while he held your hand to comfort you through his hefty size.

His hips begin to draw back and you hiss when he then presses himself down into you again, the tip of his cock simply mushing into that tear-jerking spot inside you. Your delicate fingers squeeze onto his hand for dear life as Nanami works up a steady and simple pace. You were breathing so heavily and your eyes were hardly open.

Your jaw remained slack as soft moans poured from your moist lips, “M-Mmmgh… Kento,” You called, voice breathy.

The man tilts his head at you, his brows furrowed as he tries not to lose himself in the way your cunt just sucks him right back in each time he draws himself out, “Hm?” He inches his face to yours, “What is it, pretty? Talk to me.” He requested, and damn the way his voice was just as breathy as yours.

The whole situation was so hot, heavy, and intimate, far more intimate than you were expecting it to be. Your eyes dipped down to his lips and you felt his hands move your thighs farther apart before his chest pressed against yours.

“K-Kiss me,” You breathed.

Nanami chuckles, just barely, “Is that how you ask?” He groaned out slightly, his cock stretching you open as he voices his words to you.

You bite your lower lip for a moment to stifle the next whine that threatened to escape before turning your head to the side and uttering a desperate, “Please?”

The man moved his lips to your cheek, then slid over to your ear, “Look at me first,” He instructed.

Just before you get the chance to do so, his hand suddenly weighs into yours and you feel your fingers dip into the mattress a bit as Nanami holds himself up using your clasped hands. Then, his free hand comes up to your face, specifically your chin, and forces your head to turn to him.

Pleasureful tears are welling up in your eyes and you feel so embarrassed as you look at him. Nanami gives you this comforting small smile and your heart flutters like crazy.

“Please kiss me,” You say softly.

Nanami inclines himself down to you just a bit more, his warm lips brushing over your own, “Beg some more f’me,” He grunts, and you feel his dick sliding out of you a bit more than before, and he thrusts right back in moments later.

That was when things started to shift. “Please?” You’re so quick to follow his words, almost without a second thought.

He frowns to mock you, “So cute. Say it again.”

“P-Please?” You moaned this time, feeling his thick inches knock into you a bit harder than before, making you choke on air for a moment.

Then, your cunt simply floods around his cock when Nanami pushes his lips to yours, groaning out a very low and very sexy, “Good girl.”

Your lashes fluttered as your eyes closed and the kiss with Nanami was slow and firm, wet and plump lips slipping over one another before your tongues connected sloppily as his pace picked up.

You got so unintentionally loud, moaning against Nanami with little to no control over the sounds escaping your lips. His name left you like a damn mantra with the way he begins to, slowly, yet roughly drive his girthy cock into your squelching cunt.

Sounds of sex filled the air, loud as it always was, yet your moaning was slightly downed out by Nanami’s deep and guttural groans. That, along with the lewd sounds of your pussy just slobbering around his shaft.

Nanami’s lips pried from yours at some point and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his dick simply clobbered into your gummy walls, the wet slap of his thick base to your cunt echoing throughout the room.

“You’re one perverted girl, y’know that?” Nanami suddenly pointed out as he pushed himself up a bit. His hand releases yours and the man sits back on his heels, placing those large hands of his to your upper thighs and then giving your body a tug.

A pornographic moan is ripped from your throat as his cock is felt impossibly deeper inside you. The slight change in positioning made Nanami penetrate so much further inside you, your pussy squeezing around the man ridiculously tight as he ups his thrusts.

Your entire body twitches when his thumb is felt at your clit, rolling such slow but painfully pleasurable circles around the sensitive but.

“M-My god-,” You gasp, your back arching off the bed, “M’gonna cum, s-shit… K-Kento-,”

“Mhm,” Nanami hums, biting his lip for a moment at the sight of your breasts jerking forward with his each thrust, “I knoww,” He coos, “Cum on my cock, lemme’ feel it, darling.”

The harsh smack of his pelvis to yours as he fucked his length into you filled your ears. You couldn’t think for a moment, couldn’t see, drool was dripping down out of the corner of your mouth, and his name rolled off your tongue more times than could be counted as your orgasm crashed over you.

Your legs tried to close around him but his free hand prevented that action as it was placed on your thigh, keeping you spread open for him. Instinctively, your hand reaches down to where his thumb was driving you over the edge and you try stopping the touch, overstimulation clouding your mind.

“C’monn, don’t push me away, pretty girl,” Nanami hushes out.

His voice made the entire thing so much worse. And he knew it too, he could feel how your cunt twitches and clamps around his already slick member, knowing his tone and words made you wetter than you were.

Your hands continue to try and move his hands away from your clit, wanting just a second to try and collect yourself. That was when Nanami decided now was a good time to revisit his thoughts from earlier.

There was a previously disregarded tie lying idly on his bed not too far from the two of you. One hand remains on your clit, driving you absolutely insane as his other hand reached for the tie.

You didn’t even realize what was happening until the pressure from your clit was suddenly lifted and your hands were brought together. You let out a filthy cry of pleasure as Nanami leans his muscular body over yours, pinning your hands up and above your head.

He shakes his head at your expression and his hips just don’t stop pounding his hefty cock into you, the bed beginning to rock with his each thrust. “Kinky woman you are.” He comments, “You probably wanted this to happen, huh? S’that why you were being so disobedient?”

A slight smile pulls at the corner of your lips, the sight not going unnoticed even through your fucked out expression. “M-Maybe, ah, fuuck…” You moaned out, “B-But, haah… y-you’re the one who-, m-mmmh… wanted t-to tie me up, aagnh-, a-anyways…” You get out, your words slurred and broken due to his heavy balls slapping against your skin as he bottomed you out.

You felt a fabric wrapping around your wrists, the feeling of being restricted completely foreign to you.

Nanami scoffs and his ability to fuck you and tie your hands up at the same time genuinely amuses you. “Oh? Someone’s quite talkative now,” He teases, clearly mocking how just a few minutes ago the most you could get out was his name.

You bite your lip hard for a second, trying to keep a whimper in whilst Nanami’s hand squeezes around your tied wrists, pinning you down to the bed while he begins rolling his hips down into yours, again making you really feel his every inch and vein.

“Ha-ahh… fuck, s-shut up,” You babble out.

Nanami cocks a brow at you, “I’d love to see you try and make me.” He tests, leaning down so that his lips ghost your own, “Shut me up, go on-,”

His words cut off suddenly as you purposefully close your walls around him, using what little strength you have in you to do so. The man moans at the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock so suddenly, completely eating his words to you.

You flash a lustful smile at him, “Mgh… You were saying?” Your words are still breathy but even so, your confidence turned the man on like crazy.

Nanami bites his bottom lip and then scoffs, “Do that again ‘nd see what happens,” He challenges.

And who were you to not accept said challenge? Again, you clench around Nanami’s dick but this time, you’re all too quickly put in your place.

He lets go of your pinned hands, pulling the tie from you as he leans up and tosses his head back with an almost annoyed groan. “I had no plans on actually fucking you like a slut but,” He rolls his head back into place and meets your eyes for only a moment, “Seems’ like a brat like you needs to be put in her place.”

The tie that’d been around your wrist is brought up to the man’s mouth as he holds it there while moving. Your body is rapidly manhandled and Nanami pulls out of you for just a moment to flip you over. He then lifts your hips and forces your back into an arch.

After which, you moan loudly into the mattress as he thrusts his cock back into you. Then, your wrists are taken into his hold again, quickly crossed over one another behind your back, and then tied together.

And if that wasn’t enough, once your hands are firmly tied together, Nanami reaches over for something you don’t see. You don’t get a chance to mentally process the way he takes his belt and moves it to loop around your neck, using that to tug your head up from the mattress as his hips beat into your ass.

Your eyes widened, air and your voice left your throat completely, and you felt so stupidly cockdrunk in what felt like seconds. Your hands were tied behind your back, and the upper half of your body was forced up by a belt that wasn’t pulling you too tight but tight enough for you to have zero control.

“K-Kento, f-fu-uck… p-please-,” You whimpered as you felt his massive tip just pound into your sweet spot, making your eyes cross in lust.

Nanami scoffs and tugs you back enough so that he can speak into your ear, “Please what?” He grunts, “I thought you wanted me to shut up?”

His voice is so damn low now, almost lower than before? It’s husked in arousal and you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

“M’sorry,” You whine, “Ohfuck, f-fuck… Kento, mmmh… m’cumming, s-shit-,” It came so unexpectedly, your release coating his member in a messy slick as he fucked you from behind.

He chuckled suddenly and your eyes rolled back when he suddenly moved his free hand to shove two fingers into your mouth, “Give it to me, love,” He whispered so sweetly despite his hips crashing into yours so angrily.

Your jaw just fell and his fingers dove deeper into your mouth, drool and spit leaking out your mouth as you moaned and groaned around his thick digits. Your entire body spasmed and twitched as instead of just experiencing an orgasm, a different, but familiar, sensation takes over and you squirt unexpectedly.

Nanami groaned deeply against your ear, “Fuuuuck… You-, mgh… hah, messed’ up my sheets, pretty girl,” He points out, as if the fabric wasn’t long since soiled since he brought you into the bedroom.

You couldn’t respond to him. Your legs were shaking, an airy whine was leaving your lips, your throat trembled as the sound left you, and your eyes squeezed shut. Nanami let up on you after that.

His fingers leave your mouth, you choke out a staggered exhale, and his hand releases the belt, allowing your body to go forward and limp in front of him. His hands then find comfort on your hips and his thrusting slows only a bit to give you a moment's rest.

You’re moaning weakly into the sheets and your tied hands are trying to reach back and feel the man. Nanami, feeling pity for you, grabs ahold of one of your hands as he continues to stroke your insides juust right.

“Did’ so good for me, darling.” He praises, “So fuckin’ good.” His words left him in pants and you could tell you weren’t the only one feeling drained.

You found the strange sense of comfort wash over your body whilst he slowed his thrusts but kept holding your hand. While his thrusts grew slower, they also grew harder. Slow and harsh jerks of his hips into your ass just made you so dumb, his well-defined pelvis felt clashing into your ass over and over and over.

His stamina was top-notch, something you could hardly keep up with anymore.

“K-Kento… mmmh… s-so-, oh… s’deep…” You mumbled into the bed, missing the way he smiles softly at your fucked out state.

Nanami shrugs a bit, “Could’ go deeper if you want.”

You shook your head no amusingly fast. “N-No, you’re… aah… you’re de-eep enough…” Your words were coming out in broken moans and a tear slipped out of your eye as you simply took what he gave you.

The man chuckled, “Uhuh, I bet I am…” He mocked.

You wish you would have argued with that but your brain was too fuzzy with lust, arousal, and satisfaction that you couldn’t think straight.

Nanami took his other hand that wasn’t holding yours and placed it on your ass, spreading you apart slightly so he could get a good look at the mess you’ve made of his cock. The sight was like no other, it made his breath hitch.

“Shit,” Nanami cursed, “Such a messy girl…” He points out, then tosses his head back as he feels you pulse around his shaft. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep-“

You move slowly, with the last of your energy to force your hips back to meet his heavy thrusts. Then, you turn your head and meet Nanami’s gaze.

Good lord that man was sexy. He was sweaty, his eyes were so low and clouded in this dazed stupor, lips parted with pants leaving him, and his abs were so clearly tensed.

His thrusting slowed and slowed until he came to a half-stop, watching the way you fucked yourself back on him. Nanami lets out a grunt, then a groan, like a really deep pussy-throbbing groan that let you know he was close. That, and you felt him grasp onto your hand tighter, his mouth shutting as he grits his teeth and furrowed his brows.

Even fucked out, if there’s one thing you still knew how to do, it was how to have lazy sex (Choso was to thank that for that). You rolled your hips as you continued your movements, feeling his cock glide in and out of you so smoothly.

Nanami lets out a moan and then suddenly grabs onto your hips, quickly pushing you so that his member slipped out of you before allowing himself to cum on your ass.

Somewhere deep deep down inside, you wished he came inside you but, you knew you needed to start being more careful. You’ve had sex with too many men to simply let the majority of them cum inside you. In the chance that you were to get pregnant, you wouldn’t want to have to go through the stress of figuring out whose it is.

That thought aside, Nanami was quick to untie your wrists and then lean his body over yours. You pushed yourself up just barely using your elbows so that your faces could meet and it seemed like you both had the same thing in mind, moving to share a sweet and sensual kiss.

You felt as the bed dipped a bit on your left side, Nanami’s right hand going to caress your obviously tired body as he kissed you.

When he pulls away, his eyes are gentle on yours, “You did so good for me,” He whispers.

Those words make you smile sleepily, “Did I?” You murmur back to the man.

He nods, “Mhm,” He then gives you another peck, “Now that that’s done,” Nanami shifts to kiss your forehead and then leans away from you, “Let me clean you up.”

In no world would you have been allowed to protest against that as Nanami was quick to move to act on his words.

In terms of aftercare, you think you’ve experienced the best of the best but… Nanami is just…

Well, you’re not sure any of the men you’ve dealt with have not only given you a bath but also massaged your feet as if they were a damn professional. Then, if that wasn’t enough, Nanami didn’t even allow you to lift a finger for the remainder of the night.

He asked if you wanted to stay or if you wanted him to take you home and after you settled on the first option, Nanami not only insisted that you sleep in his bed but also made sure you were completely taken care of.

Before allowing you to drift off to sleep, he offered you tea, meds, and even food-- all of which you sleepily denied, telling him you’d be fine until the morning. He then insisted that you take at least one of the offered items, to which you settled on the tea.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Nanami was such a caring man. Perhaps in another life…

No, you’ve got enough drama on your own. You don’t need to add a third man to that list-

Speaking of lists…

That’s…

That’s it.

It’s over. The list of people Gojo Satoru blackmailed you into seducing to clear his debt is complete.

As this information renders to you, you are now sitting up in Nanami’s large bed, the man sitting not too far from you flicking through channels on the big flatscreen TV as you sipped on the tea he’d given you.

After today… You could just run to Choso.

Or…

Or Gojo.

You blink at your own thoughts.

Or Gojo? What the hell? Since when was he an option? Despite you being conflicted, thinking about running to either of them to live some kind of happily ever after makes your heart feel all fluttery.

You sit back a bit, resting against the pillows behind you and you drink more of the given tea. Then, a sudden thought sparks.

“Kento,” You call, your voice as delicate as ever.

He finds some channel and when you look over to him, you notice he’s wearing reading glasses. He really is stupidly attractive without trying.

Nanami turns to you, “Yes? Everything okay?”

You grin, “Mhm, everything’s fine. I just uhm…” You swallow, “Can I ask you something.”

His eyes spark in curiosity, “Of course.”

You glance away from him, “Uh, you know who Gojo is, right?” Why did your question come out so dumb? You don’t know, you’re tired and you wanted to see if you could get even the slightest answer about that debt of his.

Nanami quirks a brow, “Gojo, as in, Gojo Satoru? Gojo the walking headache Satoru?” He grumbles.

You giggle, “Yeah, him.”

“Yes, I know him, why?” The blond asks.

You let out a sigh. There’s no reason you can’t ask Nanami about the debt right? With that thought, you look at him, “Does he owe you anything?” You ask vaguely.

Obviously, you know the answer to that since Gojo said he’s in debt-

“Owe me anything?” Nanami echoes in a confused manner, “Like what?”

Think, think, think, think-, “I mean like, does he owe you any favors?” You manage out.

“Why?” The blond deflects.

It was odd he didn’t answer the question just yet. Was he hiding something or was he truly confused?

“W-Well, Satoru owes me something so I was curious if he uh, owed things to a lot of people,” Yep, that came straight out of your ass.

You’ve gotten way too good at lying. Choso might not like that-

“No,” Nanami says.

Silence followed his answer.

No? Your brows furrowed and you chuckled, “No? No, what?” You murmured, acting as though you were questioning.

“You asked if he owed me anything, right?” Nanami shrugs, “The answer is no, Gojo doesn’t owe me anything. But I’m not surprised someone like him owes you something,” He jokes.

You just blink.

Did you hear all that correctly?

What…

What the hell does that mean??

If Gojo doesn’t owe Nanami anything, why the fuck did you just sleep with him? Well, it’s not like you regret it or anything, the sex was great but…

What the fuck is going on??

Nanami suddenly snaps his fingers, “You alright?”

You blink out of your thoughts, “Y-Yeah. So wait,” You return to your questions, “Satoru’s not in debt with you or anything?” You ask, receiving a confused stare from Nanami. To make yourself not seem weird, you quickly add on, “L-Like he is with me?”

Nanami laughs a bit, “I’m afraid not. I wouldn’t even allow Gojo to owe me anything, he’d never pay it back knowing him. Even so, is everything okay with you and him? Do you need help getting him to pay the debt he owes you-“

“N-No,” You unintentionally cut off, “Sorry, thanks for offering to help but uhm,” You turn your head to face forward, losing yourself in deep thought, “I’m fine. I’ll uh, figure things out with him myself.”

Nanami gazes at you for a long moment and then he brushes the topic off, turning back to the TV.

You, on the other hand, have never been this damn confused in your life. Why… Why would Gojo make you sleep with Nanami if he doesn’t owe him anything?

What if… What if Gojo really is just an asshole after all? What if you just forgot who the hell that man was?

You must have.

Yeah, you forgot. This is the same man who’s threatened you numerous times. You’ve been blinded. You forgot why Gojo really said he was doing this to you.

Forget the debt of his.

Forget those stupid and bullshit lies of him claiming to love you.

Fuck his stupid ass tears and confessions.

Screw this damn diamond necklace that still lay around your neck at this very moment.

Fuck Gojo Satoru.

That’s the same man who said from the very beginning…

He only started the list, because he was bored. How’d you forget? To him, it was all just a fucking game, remember?

‘And what better entertainment than watching Shoko's roomie get slut-shamed by the whole school?’ You forgot about that.

Your heart caves in your chest and you feel this twisted and burning feeling well up inside you. Before you settle on hating Gojo again, you want clear and direct answers.

R-Right?

Shit. You can’t stop the flashing and haunted memories of his sobbing. Why would he cry like that if this was all just a game to him? Does he just regret it that bad? Did he want you to feel sorry for him?

Shit. You hate this. You want to cry and scream at the same time.

Replaying his soft words makes your heart ache. No matter what happens, even through death, my heart will always beat for you.

But then, replaying his other words brings anger to your veins. I want the whole school to see what a fucking slut you are.

So…

Which statement is the real Gojo? Which words poured from his lips hold the truth?

Does he actually love you or… have you just been a pawn in his fucked up little game all this time? A piece to his twisted puzzle? Or, the missing fragment to his fractured heart?

What is it that you symbolize in the eyes of Gojo Satoru?

Now that the list is over, you’re left with two final options.

A. Demand Gojo to explain himself even though the chances of that being successful are slim to none.

Or;

B. Forget Gojo, free your mind, & run to the man who’s freakishly devoted to you; Choso Kamo.

The choice was yours.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙

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comrademango · 7 months ago

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Hello once again

Ahmed @zinaanqar asked me to make another poll post for his family's campaign because donations have been coming in very slowly. I have previously posted about their campaign [1] [2] and they reached their initial goal of 75,000. However, they had to increase it due to GFM and bank transaction fees/taxes. Add to that the extremely high price of basic necessities in Gaza.

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avis-writeshq · 11 months ago

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pairing: early seasons!spencer reid x sunshine!fem!reader genre: fluff, roommate au warnings: reader is a pretty girl (YOU ARE A PRETTY GIRL !!!!!!) and she wears dresses !! feelings of inadequacy (aka, it’s so hard to find good guys now ☹️☹️☹️) she’s also taking her master’s degree at Georgetown a/n: i love roommate reader so much guys !!! give me a million requests for them; i will write it ‼️🫶 wc: 936 part 1 | you are on part 2! | part 3

“Date?” Spencer asks despite his knowing, watching as you wrap a cardigan over your shoulders and fix the bracelet on your wrist.

He’s not in denial about how pretty you are. He remembers it, even back when the two of you were younger. Everyone loved you– following you around the playground and doing whatever you ask of them. You’re the sun, he accepted on a hot summer’s day, drowsy from the heatwave while you ate a bright orange popsicle beside him. You’re the sun and I’m one of the planets you allow to be near you.

He’s not entirely surprised either when he sees you again, as beautiful as he remembered, surrounded by people of all genders with starstruck gazes, all enchanted by your brilliant smile and embellished words. He’s not surprised either when you receive so many propositions of romance. A little jealous, maybe, because sometimes he wishes that you would share an ounce of your sparkle with him.

“Yeah,” you respond with a soft smile, fixing your shoes. “Going out for dinner. I’ll be home a little late, so don’t wait up, okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees, fiddling with the ends of his hair. “You’ll call me, right? If you need anything.”

Your smile widens and you nod. “Of course I will. Thanks, Walter, you’re the best.”

His cheeks glow warm at his middle name and he clears her throat. “Good night.”

“Good night!”

Then you’re gone. He doesn’t hear the way you return back to the apartment hours later but earlier than anticipated, or the way you dump your bags at the doorway instead of putting them away in your room as you usually do. He doesn’t notice the way the shower runs longer than usual, or the opening and shutting of the freezer door or the clanging of metal spoons. He wishes he did.

***

“I give up.” You grip the phone against your ear tighter, your gaze dark with frustration. “Hah, you’re on to talk! You’re getting married in November! Yeah, well, it doesn’t help. I hear enough of that from everyone. Bye.”

Spencer flinches at the harshness of your tone. He’s even more concerned at your initial words. You’re giving up on something? You’ve never given up on anything. That’s one of your biggest charms; you know exactly what you want and you’ll do anything to get it. Giving up is simply not in your vocabulary. Except for now, he supposes.

“I am so– so sick of this,” You huff, slumping onto the couch beside him, hugging a Tuxedo Sam plush toy that he bought you for your birthday a few years ago. “This is so stupid.”

“What’s stupid?” Spencer asks cautiously, placing his book down and turning to you.

“Paget is getting married in November,” you say, half happy but half sullen.

He nods, perplexed. He knows all about the wedding, especially since you’ve come home after shopping for dresses and decided to get his opinions on all of them. “You’ve been looking forward to it since the beginning of the year.”

“I know,” you insist, frowning. “And I am excited! But lately she’s been pressing me to bring someone as a plus one and when I said that I’d invite one of my friends in my class, she insisted that this is a brilliant time to invite a boyfriend. And she keeps sending me off on blind dates lately and I’m just ugh!”

Spencer pats your shoulder in an effort to be sympathetic. “They haven’t been going well?”

“They suck,” You grumble. “Rude, stupid, inconsiderate– the list goes on and I am sick and tired of being treated like an idiot on every date I go on.”

“I see.”

“I know what I want,” you continue, squeezing the plush toy in your lap. “I see it all the time. With my friends and the people I care about. I know how I want to be loved; I know how I deserve to be loved. I just don’t understand why it’s so difficult to find someone who would love me the way I deserve to be. And I see all these people falling in love and getting married and having these wonderful relationships, I can’t help but wonder if I did something to be so unlikeable.”

“You’re not unlikeable,” Spencer says immediately, frowning. How can you say something like that? “You’re the most likable person I know. There’s just a lot that you’re not willing to put up with, things that a lot of men do that you don’t want to put up with, and they can’t understand that.”

He relishes the way you smile, smaller than your usual ones, before leaning your head onto his shoulder. His heart leaps into his throat at the contact, taking in the sweet smell of your perfume. He doesn’t understand how someone could ever dislike you– you and your brilliant smiles and your sweet disposition.

“There’s an old Buddhist saying,” he begins slowly, watching as you take to drawing circles against the back of his palm, “that the act of bringing you and your soulmate together was 500 years in the making. So you’ll find someone. Or maybe you’ve already met them.”

“You’re lovely,” you murmur, drawing a heart then a series of squiggles onto his hand.

His cheeks glow hot. “I could say the same for you.”

He thinks of the letters he’s written for you but never sent, all stored neatly in a box. There’s one envelope that sticks out from the rest– your favourite colour with a heart wax seal. He decides against giving it to you for the thousandth time.

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Eight legs? I’ll cut them off.

Part 23 <- Part 24 -> Part 25

Jinwoo goes head to head with the dungeon boss, but forgets something crucial.

Yandere! Jinwoo Sung x Fem Pregnant!reader Canon-typical violence, Spiders

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“Ugh… Why’d it have to be something so gross?”

Jinwoo noted the spider's aura fluctuating like smog, smoke, a misty boundary beyond the lower rank hunters' perception. It was probably why half of the hunters were trapped inside.

Curious though. The same amount of hunters taken from each group, each stuck on the wall in a pattern mirroring the other like a shrine, a place of worship, like the spider was some sort of god. There were other treasures and mana crystals in piles like they were offerings from other magical beasts, perhaps to keep it from killing them.

That would be a first.

The first thing Jinwoo thought of coming face to face with something so deadly to civilians was you. If that thing managed a dungeon break and got out, you’d be at risk.

The system shot up in Jinwoo’s periphery.

Weaver of fate

Geodaehan Geoumi

“You’re bigger than a ��giant spider’ you’re huge!” Jinwoo scratched his head and studied the amber writing above its head. “At least I won’t have to work too hard. I wanted to get some insane experience from this at least… But I’m taking all that home.”

The treasure in piles, collected in the corners by what Jinwoo presumed was its nest.

Despite being an easier dungeon boss for Jinwoo than some he’d faced already, this wasn’t some C or B-Rank magical beast either. It must have been an upper A-rank. Why was an upper A-Rank doing in a dungeon like this? As far as Jinwoo knew, it wasn’t even an insect dungeon.

“So you’re bigger than the last guy- woah, you’re more colourful than the last one too.” The spider emerged from the pit it dug, cobwebs tugging on its abdomen and catching on the hairs of its legs. “Think you’re pretty cool, huh? Well, I’ll tell you one thing, I don’t know why you’ve kept people alive to make this messed up shrine of yours, but you’re no god…”

Jinwoo summoned his shadows, Iron and Tusk thumped behind him, awaiting their orders just like the others. However, at the sight of his shadows, a dungeon boss would usually charge or react in some way that initiated the battle, defending itself from a threat. Yet the spider did no such thing, it continued stalking its way out of the tunnel and waited there, glaring back at Jinwoo and his shadows with its eight, putrid looking red eyes.

“Are you gonna move, or?” Still nothing. “Look, I get it, my shadow army can be quite overwhelming, but this is ridiculous. Hello?!” He haved his arm in the air arrogantly, huffing and preparing himself just to take it out by himself if it was stuck there.

Idiot.

“Mmphh! Mmpph!” Jinwoo waited and listened out for the struggle. One of the cocooned hunters.

Jinwoo called back. “I’ll get you out after I kill the giant thinks-he’s-god spider! Just hold in there.”

“Atc out fo, mphmm!”

“Yeah… I can totally understand that.” Jinwoo disregarded them and pushed off to close the distance.

“Wait- hel- you hav-”

“What now?”

Everything stopped, the spider did not move, stuck in suspended animation. One of the cocoons moved, wriggling like a distressed maggot. One on the far right, dangling against broken, moss covered stock bricks, clinging to a desperation Jinwoo just didn’t have.

A person emerged from it, their face poking out enough to speak. “Watch out for its poison!”

Jinwoo glared at the spider, noticing the purple smoke emanating from its abdomen. “Oh, so you’re a poison boy too? Want to test that theory, buddy?”

“You’ll forget!”

Jinwoo smiled, put his dagger into his hand and commanded “Let’s make this quick… Iron, you know what to do.”

Iron bounded forward and shouted at it, hoping to pull the spider into a frenzied attack, that way, Jinwoo could see how it moved, how it defended itself. Yet it didn’t. Again, it never moved, just released the poison that was beginning to fill the room like a smoke screen.

Maybe this is how it hunts? It doesn’t have to move, it just poisons people. It could be why half the teams made it out.

“Try using your poison on me then-”

Jinwoo stopped, mouth open and watched Iron sprint towards the spider, a feral wolf growling and snarling at it. Iron was pissed off because the spider ignored his battle cries. Fucking hell.

“Iron- Iron!” Jinwoo was ignored.

The shadow swung his battle axe at the spider's leg, slicing through its exoskeleton but not cutting it off. That’s when it moved. That’s when it was done stalking its prey. The spider swung its rear leg at Iron, catching his axe at the last minute, hitting each other back and forth. The main body remained like stone, subconsciously using independent limbs to fight while it continued to poison the room.

“Tusk, light him up.”

The shadow took position, preparing himself for an attack that was probably unnecessary, but it would end the bullshit dungeon in no time. Jinwoo made his own move, running to the hunters in time and severing the cocoons from each section for the protection of the shadow army.

It was then that Jinwoo finally encountered the true dungeon, the spider was disappearing and the smokey poison flooded his senses. It smelled like your shampoo from the bathroom, your own perfume with a woody, vanilla aroma. All familiar scents filling his nose like you could have been right in front of him inside that place.

Wait… Who am I thinking about?

He placed the cocoons down, some moved, some remained lifeless. Jinwoo rubbed his temples, pinched his nose and thought really hard. Tusk unleashed his attack on the spider and waited for further instruction, sitting there in his posture awaiting for the smoke to clear. The purple poison remained, the spider remained, fighting with Iron as though nothing happened.

Who was I thinking about again? I know that face, but what’s her name? She’s pretty.

“Tusk, hit him again.”

Jinwoo took his dagger and prepared himself, if that spider wanted to fight with poison, he’d give it back to him in kind. He sprinted towards it, keeping to the side as Tusk let off another attack, he waited until the powerful blow had ceased and the fire was starting to fade away.

The dagger came down in the spider's eye and only then did it move, quicker than anticipated, screeching and squealing in Jinwoo’s direction.

“Y’know the best way to kill a spider? Now, I don’t have a cat, but I have a bear, close enough, right?” Jinwoo went to blows with the spider, slicing at its legs and cutting and ripping the blue blood from its circulation. “Tank!”

I want to summon Beru, but where is he? I don't remember assigning him anywhere.

Jinwoo tried concentrating, but the features of a woman he couldn't remember were blinding him. He kept inhaling the smoke, resilient to poison yet he wasn’t resilient to the woman he couldn’t remember.

Wait, she’s pregnant, isn’t she? Who’s the father? Have we spoken before?

He just couldn’t fucking remember.

Tank lunged and rammed the spider as Tusk prepared again, waiting on the word. Jinwoo nodded him over and withdrew. He wasn’t at full fighting strength, and he didn’t know why. Jinwoo couldn’t think of anything other than that woman.

The spider was finally showing cracks in its exoskeleton, one large crack across its face. Jinwoo took the opportunity and jumped up to it, ramming the knife straight through its skull until it whined and struggled and collapsed, the smoke ceased and started to dissipate.

Why was his mind so blank?

His soldiers released the other hunters, Jinwoo wanted to delve deeper into the spider’s poison, a gland or two would suffice-

“Iron?”

The dunce brute smashed the deceased spider’s head in, growling and snarling, pummeling it into the ground. What an absolute idiot.

“Iron! You can’t get pissed off every time someone ignores you.”

He looked hurt almost, slouching his shoulders and stomping off to the side, this was usually when Igris would look on with disappointment and a shake of his head as though to scold him.

Where the hell was he?

“Mr Sung!” Jinwoo didn’t ignore the Hunter running over to him, but he kind of did.

When a specific little trinket caught his eye, he knelt down to study it. A gold bangle, smaller than expected, like it could fit a goblin or a small child. For some reason, he was drawn to it. Perhaps it was the way it sparkled under the crystalline glow of the cave, emitting its own light almost, maybe it was the name the system gave it.

Good luck charm.

Simple, not linked to anything except increased luck. Jinwoo could not benefit from it, but he slipped it into his pocket anyway.

“Mr Sung!”

“I’ll need a hand with all this…” Jinwoo summoned Igris and Beru back from wherever they we gallivanting off to. “There you are, you missed one hell of a fight. Carry some of this stuff out, we’ll look through it all properly-”

“Mr Sung, did you breathe any of that poison?!”

Easy man. What’s with all the drama?

“The smoke, did you breathe any of it in?”

“I guess, but I have a high tolerance to poisons, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He rummaged through the items again, not bothering to fight the compulsion to find one more trinket before he left the dungeon.

“No, no, no, it’s a targeted amnestic-” He pulled out an old looking sketchbook from the bag covered in some sort of goo that Jinwoo didn’t bother to question. “There’s only ever been one of these types of spiders ever recorded.”

“Okay…”

Jinwoo shot a brief glance at the pages but didn’t ask him about them, he was too engrossed in the pile of trinkets. Another gold bangle, similar in size and weight, however, this one was duller, less prone to absorbing the light. It had more mana attached to it, a complex string of code bound around it.

Its name was Hero’s pride.

Jinwoo tucked it in his pocket like the other one instead of putting it into the system inventory. Safe keeping for something he wasn’t sure about.

“The spider’s poison removes targeted memories, usually fear, but there was one case that it dissolved a hunter's memories of their loved ones. T-This spider is a trickster, a manipulator and won’t engage in a fight unless absolutely necessary.”

“Your point is?”

The hunter shuffled around nervously, fiddling with the pages of the sketch book. “Sir, I study magical beast biology, I’m on the recording team for the association's archives. You saved us just in time to stop our bodies being ingested and most of us have regained our memories through lack of fear when you arrived... But you don’t fear anything, not from what I saw.”

“So?” Jinwoo was getting impatient.

“Mr Sung, You’re getting married, aren’t you? You have twin babies on the way.”

What? No he didn’t. It wasn’t like he could forget something as crucial as a fiancé and not one, but two babies, could he? The thought was entirely preposterous.

“What kind of comment is that? I’m single last time I checked.”

“Oh no…”

Jinwoo turned to Beru who hadn’t moved from the spot he appeared, Igris too. They never even kneeled. “Why are you two moping about?”

“Sire, you have left your mistress without protection!”

Who the hell was this ‘mistress’ ?

The hunter grabbed at his shirt and shook him without care of his S-Rank status. “Listen to me! You have to get out of here and see her before your memories don’t come back! It’s happened once before and that guy had an entire family he never remembered, go now!”

Okay, Jinwoo had no clue what he was talking about, but he had a certain tier of logic applied to his brain. Still, his mouth overtook his brain. “Where do I go?”

“Follow me, I’ll take you to her my lord! We must be swift!”

Beru led a rather confused Jinwoo back through the tunnel with the two bangles in his pocket, Igris followed behind. Once out of the gate, Jinwoo ignored Jin-chul completely and allowed Beru to carry him to the apartment.

“I live here? I thought I was still living back home.” The front door of the apartment had no familiar ring to it, not the colour nor the number.

Though who was behind it made this entire interaction that much more confusing.

“You're back.” A woman opened the door, smiling and positive.

“It’s you.”

The same woman from his, what should he call them? Visions from inside the cave, fighting that spider.

And you were heavily pregnant.

What the hell?

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nataliasquote · 14 days ago

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Honesty pt. 9 | n romanoff

you can hear it in the silence

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summary: messy. that’s all :)

warnings: bad decisions, maybe a makeout session, natasha romanoff

pairings: enemies to… (natasha romanoff x o!c)

wc: 9.2k

note: so this is fun :) I hope you love all the drama and the wlw… :))

-⧗-

Natasha knew she was being almost unreasonably petty by adding another rehearsal into the schedule. And if her gut instinct wasn't enough, the sour look she received from Maria as she trudged downstairs was enough to confirm even the sneakiest of suspicions.

Her co-captain did nothing to hide her distain, her spoon clashing against the side of her cereal bowl the second Natasha waltzed through the door. Not a single word was spoken, but the focused side glare she received did not go unnoticed.

"What's up your ass?" Natasha asked, seemingly unbothered that she was basically poking a sleeping bear at this point. Maria didn't bother answering. She just continued to eat in the heavy silence, watching Natasha chop up fruit without a care in the world. "Why do you look like you want to set the kitchen on fire?"

Maria froze, spoon hovering somewhere between the bowl and her mouth. The audacity Natasha had sometimes was unheard of. "I had a date tonight," she spat out, lowering her spoon. "I had a date that I had to cancel all because you got your panties in a twist last night."

"Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic about my underwear?" A small smirk danced across Natasha's mouth as she chopped the stalks off her strawberries and tossed them into the blender.

"Is that really all you took from that sentence?"

Natasha shrugged, not seeming to care. Because she didn't. She was captain, she made the rules. As far as she was concerned, whatever was decided by Natasha Romanoff was what was going to happen. You could either like it or hate it, she didn't care.

"If you're looking for an apology, you're not going to get one."

"Then please explain to me why you took our free Friday night, which we agreed would never hold a rehearsal, and added a four hour session into it?" Maria let her cereal go soggy, the chocolate slowly flavouring the milk left in the bottom of the bowl. Natasha's answer was more interesting to her than breakfast now.

But the Russian - true to who she was - only shrugged, pressing the switch of the blender so the entire kitchen echoed with the harsh sound of blades grinding. Maria did love her best friend but often found herself wanting to smack her in the face with a fly swatter.

"Stella's gonna hate you for waking her up like this," she tried to yell over the blender, knowing full well Natasha could lip read anyway. But the redhead either had no respect for anyone, or she just chose to ignore Maria. Probably the latter.

Even with the jarring noise no longer rattling through their skulls, Nat still didn't comment. Not until provoked again, Maria's final straw.

"Because that team is a mess, and it's my job to fix them," was her simple answer.

"We've had this team for- not even a month!" Maria wiped her face with her hand in despair. "They're not going to get any better if you don't believe in them! That's like, rule one in any captain handbook!"

"If you think you can do a better job, then why don't you lead the session?"

"This is about last night, isn't it? With Kaia-"

"And that's none of your business." Natasha didn't wait around any longer, sweeping out of the room in a flash of red, smoothie in hand. Not ten seconds later did Maria hear the bedroom door slam shut and she slumped down with a sigh. Getting through to Natasha was like fighting a losing battle. It took so much of her energy with little to no result.

Upstairs, however, Natasha had pulled her laptop open and was carefully scrolling through Stella's list. She'd started selecting music for solos and assigned two individuals already, but with the events of last night hanging over her, her judgement was clouded.

Initially there was no way round giving Kaia a solo, which she'd begrudgingly done after numerous protests from Stella. A contemporary piece, one Natasha knew her old dance partner would excel at, was now staring back at her, the bold letters almost prising from the lit screen.

Quite frankly, Natasha didn't care what happened to Steve. She barely dated him anyway, just used him to get what she wanted. It wasn't what he did, but who he did it with. Seeing him with Kaia sparked something inside her, something she hated.

She quickly shut the lid and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Solo selection had never felt this hard before, so why did it feel like everything was spinning around her head, just waiting for it to all come crashing down? Natasha hoped the rehearsal would go smoothly.

-⧗-

It did not go smoothly. Two dancers were off sick, Maria was holding her grudge and Kaia wouldn't even make eye contact with Natasha for the entire duration. The 'Work Song' routine was finished and polished, but Natasha's frustrations meant she nitpicked every tiny detail, working them into the ground until the alarm went off on her phone.

"I don't know what's wrong with you but you need to get your head out of your ass," Maria hissed the second the final dancer had left the studio. "What the hell was that?"

"What was what?"

Maria and Stella shared a look. "Dance team is supposed to be fun, Nat, not a fucking torture session. You're going to have people dropping out soon if you don't lighten the hell up."

Natasha stood with her back to her friends, arms folded as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her chest heaved as she thought, eyes darting to Maria's reflection behind her.

"Ok."

"Ok... ok what?" Natasha never gave in like this. Hearing an 'ok' was about as rare as a blue moon.

"I'll fix it." She grabbed her sports bag and had disappeared through the doors before Maria had even clocked what was going on. She stared at Stella in shock, her eyes widening as her brain scrambled to keep up.

"You know, one day I'm just gonna..." her hands made a choking motion and Stella stifled her laugh, ducking behind her laptop screen.

"Good luck with that."

Natasha stalked across campus, taking a shortcut between the library and the history building to reach the dorm block faster. Was this impulsive? Absolutely. If she stopped though, she'd never make it, the nagging part of her brain telling her to turn around.

But she was at dorm 201B before her wired brain could even process, a sharp knock on the door breaking through the silent corridor. It was only ten at night, basically noon for a college student.

After a few seconds, the door was hesitantly opened slightly, a familiar smile coming into view which quickly dropped in recognition of the unwelcome visitor.

"What do you want?"

Natasha adjusted her bag strap and rolled her shoulders. "Is Kaia in?"

"Why do you care?" Yelena narrowed eyes as she studied her sister, not trusting this interaction one bit.

"I need to talk to her."

"She's in the shower so you'll have to come back."

But Natasha was nothing if not stubborn. "I can wait."

Yelena stayed silent, hoping her sister would just leave her alone. But of course that didn't happen. What paranormal forces acted to make her open that door wider, Yelena had no idea, but somehow Natasha was now stood in the middle of her room, peering around at the decor choices. A lot of pink, she noticed.

The sound of the shower stopping made her head turn to the door and she could feel Yelena's eyes digging into the back of her head. The atmosphere was so thick it could have been sliced with a knife but Natasha stood her ground. Her bag was still on her shoulder but she hadn't even noticed.

"What do you want with her?" Yelena finally spoke up. "Why couldn't this have waited?"

"Because it couldn't. Now do you mind?"

They may not have been biological sisters, but the two girls certainly shared a lot of similar characteristics. Stubbornness and wit ran strong with both.

"Yes, I do mind actually." This made Natasha turn around, hands on her hips. "In case you haven't noticed, this is my room."

⧗ Kaia ⧗

Kaia's peaceful shower, mostly being used to soothe her sore muscles after Natasha's brutal class, was disrupted by the sound of Yelena's voice. The blonde Russian often sang aloud, but this didn't sound like any of the Taylor Swift songs she was currently hooked on. With her head tilted, Kaia switched off the shower for a moment and grabbed her towel, trying to listen out for voices. There was silence for a few moments before she heard it, and this was not singing.

The door handle was slippery with condensation but she managed to push it open anyway, towel tucked tightly around her body as she went to inspect her roommate's insanity levels.

"Lena, what-" if it wasn't tucked under her armpits, Kaia would have for sure lost grip on her towel as she saw the figure in the centre of the room. Her jaw dropped and eyes almost bulged out of her head as her body did a small factory reset.

Why Yelena didn't give her a warning to at least be dressed as she exited the bathroom, Kaia had no idea, but right now she wished she was anywhere else. A crocodile enclosure probably would have been more pleasant to her than being wrapped in a towel, still dripping from the shower, with her least favourite person stood three feet in front of her.

"What the hell!" She exclaimed, hands reaching to hold her towel closer to her body as she tried to backtrack into the bathroom, only to find the door had clicked shut behind her. "Why are you- what- Yelena?"

Natasha studied the girl in front of her, her eyes unable to be drawn away no matter how hard she tried. She scanned her, noticing things she'd never seen before. Kaia's hair looked almost black when wet, matching her eyelashes that were also thicker and darker from the water. Droplets rolled down her neck and collarbones before dipping below the towel to her chest. A silvery scar ran across her left shoulder, disappearing somewhere towards her back and several freckles were dotted lightly across her chest, whispers of colour against her otherwise pale skin.

"I don't know why you're here, but get the hell out!" Kaia had never felt so exposed before, and the hand that clutched her towel began to shake along with her bottom lip. "I mean it!"

"Kaia wait, I just-"

"Out, Natasha! Now!" Kaia was not an aggressive person by any means; she could barely squish flies. But in this moment even Natasha got slightly scared, scurrying towards the door like a kicked puppy, something Yelena had never seen before. She watched her sister leave in shock, blinking rapidly to try begin processing what the last sixty seconds had entailed.

But when she looked over at her best friend, she was not greeted with the soft smile she was used to. Kaia's glare was as stone cold as the landscape in their home country, blue eyes electric behind tears.

"What the fuck Yelena? You let her in here?" Kaia was still stood in the same place, water forming a small puddle on the stone floor under her feet.

"I- she wouldn't say what she needed but it seemed important. And she didn't take no for an answer."

"But you knew I was in the shower!" Kaia was both frustrated and incredibly embarrassed having been caught in a towel. She wasn't self conscious exactly, having worn some questionable costumes throughout her dance career. She knew her body was fine, but in her own dorm room was where she was vulnerable, not performing or playing a character. She let her guard down which sent her anxiety reeling.

"I thought you had clothes-"

"No, I told you I left my clothes out here! And you said it was fine." She gestured to a neatly folded pile of pyjamas on the end of her bed, staring at Yelena who looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her up. The surprise of Natasha at her door made Yelena forget, but she knew that wouldn't be an excuse.

"I'm sorry Ky, I really am." She hopped down from her bed and sidled up to her best friend, wrapping her arms around her damp body. Kaia didn't hug back and squirmed out of her arms. "I didn't think and I should have never let her in here. I don't know what went through my head."

"But that wasn't just anyone, Yelena. You had a fight with her yesterday, and now you're just letting her waltz in here with no issues?" Yelena went to protest but Kaia held up her hand. "Save it, I don't care. Whatever sisterly feud you've now got going on, keep it out of here. I don't want anything to do with it."

Kaia grabbed her pyjamas and turned back towards the bathroom, biting her lip to try and keep the tears at bay. Her anxiety was heightened when she was tired but she wouldn't let her tears fall. That was her promise to herself. Never cry over Natasha Romanoff.

"She was here for you."

You could hear a pin drop in the blanket of silence that fell across the dorm room. Kaia froze for the second time that evening, eyes fixated on a dark spot on the wooden door as she processed Yelena's words. Or at least tried to.

"What?"

"She wasn't here for me. I let her in because she asked to speak to you."

Kaia's body language gave no telltale signs to Yelena who stood behind her, the one person who could read her like a book. She was strangely still, the only movement coming from the droplets off her long hair.

"If I didn't trust you as much as I do, I'd call bullshit." She couldn't turn to face Yelena yet. "There's not one reason I can think of that would make her go out of her way to come and talk to me."

"Since when does Natasha ever do anything predictable?" Kaia hated that Yelena had a point. But she had started to shiver, whether that be from the cold or adrenaline, and wanted to get out of her wet towel quickly.

"Well she wouldn't come over her for fun. If she wants me that badly, she can find me tomorrow. I'm not dealing with this right now." With that, she slipped back into the bathroom, shutting the door with a bit more force than necessary.

And locked it.

Kaia never locked herself in.

Yelena was left to tend to her bruises herself, too scared to ask Kaia for help. But she couldn't help but pace as she applied the cream, hand flapping down by her side.

"I fucked up..."

-⧗-

⧗ Natasha ⧗

Sleep did not come easy to anyone that night. Kaia's mind was far too loud so she curled up facing the wall and stared aimlessly at the bricks until her eyes went fuzzy in the darkness. Yelena was on full alert, waiting and ready for any signs the girl across the room was upset. Guilt pressed down on her chest like a weight, pinning her to the mattress making it impossible to get comfortable.

And Natasha... she was also wide awake. But not with guilt or worry. No, she had one image in her mind and one image only.

Those goddamn freckles.

The way they wrapped around Kaia's left collarbone like a mini constellation, the way the colour seemed so stark against her milky skin. How delicate they were, almost as if they were hand placed by the lightest fingers.

Natasha turned in her bed for what felt like the millionth time, red numbers glowing '2:49' in her face angrily. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. That wasn't her 'fixing things'. In all honesty, the encounter only made her worse.

They were supposed to talk like adults, a two minute conversation at most to try and ease some of the iciness between them. But instead of having a steady mind, she was reeling like a teenage boy, unable to sleep after seeing a half naked girl.

It wasn't even that Kaia had been in a towel that bothered her. She'd seen plenty of people in less clothing than that, Natasha truly wasn't phased. It was almost as if she felt... bad? She couldn't figure it out. And, among other things, Natasha despised not knowing.

Swinging her legs out of bed, she headed down to the kitchen, not bothering to flick on the light. Darkness was comforting, less exposing, and she knew her house well enough to not trip over. There was a faint glow in the kitchen from the emergency lighting, a feature every student house had to have by law. But that was enough to help her retrieve the bottle, taking a swig straight from the neck.

Natasha welcomed the burn in her throat it slipped down, following one gulp with another. Vodka wasn't her drink of choice at a party, but it was her go-to during a night plagued by thoughts. It shut her brain up for a bit. Only dance had the same effect.

Her bare elbows pressed against the cold countertop as she leaned, her chin dropping onto her hands. She rarely dreaded anything, but Natasha dreaded the day to come. She knew what she had to do before Yelena came after her and despite not caring what her sister thought, that relationship was held dear to her heart and was not going to be ruined by a stupid slip up.

With the bottle in one hand and a cookie in the other, Natasha returned to her bed with a clearer mind. Until the crumbs that scattered across her bare thigh brought an image reeling back into her mind that made her want to smack herself around the head with a vodka bottle.

She took another swig for good measure and flicked off her lamp, forcing any distraction in her head that would help her sleep. Something worked, and she was out in minutes.

She had more clarity when she woke, thanking the universe it was finally the weekend. She immediately grabbed her phone and opened her messaging app, ignoring the multitude of instagram follows and dms she'd received overnight.

Her stomach clenched upon seeing the last message in their text chain, a compliment she didn't know how to take so just ignored.

After deliberating for what felt like hours over what to say, she hit send and placed her phone back down, combing her hands through her hair anxiously. Natasha didn't expect a reply straight away. Even if Kaia was on her phone, she'd ignore the message until curiosity got the better of her. But that could take hours.

Those hours ticked by like treacle, driving Natasha almost insane. She was an experienced multitasker, but she couldn't bring her mind to focus on anything else. Her toast burned, coffee was too bitter and even the weather wasn't playing to her favour. Gone was the blissful summer sun, now replaced with threatening dark clouds.

With her jersey tugged on over a pair of athletic leggings, she curled up on the couch to catch up on episodes of her guilty pleasure reality show. She loved them, knowing her life wasn't as petty or fake as the plastic blondes parading around on screen. The house was weirdly quiet, with Stella out with her boyfriend and Maria off to meet the date she had to cancel on last night. Great day to be single, really.

Her hand reached into the bag of popcorn on her lap periodically, but the sweet snack did nothing to ease her boredom. She hated waiting. No one made Natasha Romanoff wait.

Except Kaia.

Clearly.

It wasn't until gone twelve that a response vibrated on her phone and suddenly everything else was irrelevant. The screaming match on screen was immediately paused as the redhead reached for her phone, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

But Natasha caught herself in the reflection of her screen. Since when did she care this much? Not even finals got her this stressed, and this was a simple message between... friends? No that wasn't the right word. Acquaintances? She'd know Kaia long enough to be past that stage, so labelling their relationship was somewhat of a mystery.

Shaking her head, she tapped on the message and bit her lip.

Coffee shop. 10 minutes.

Bossy. That was her first thought. Yet somehow the curt text did nothing to stop her from grabbing her shoes. Natasha ran over her words in her mind, trying to push last night's incident as far back as possible. The whole way over she rehearsed what she was going to say, gritting her teeth as she went against her nature. She was never one for apologies but coming into contact with Yelena's fists and knees again was not exactly on her agenda for the week.

Kaia was sat tucked away in a window seat, head down as she typed away on her phone. Her legs were crossed and Natasha could sense how closed off she was, even from the opposite side of the room. But that didn't deter her.

The red tank top and black leather jacket looked more like an outfit seen on the redheaded Russian, but she couldn't hide the fact that the brunette looked good. Her style was simple but effortless and the small stack of bracelets on her wrist only highlighted how put together she was.

"Hi."

The most minuscule greeting slipped out of Natasha's full lips as she sat down, nowhere near the confidence she intended to portray. Kaia's eyes flicked up, noticing with an unreadable expression who was sitting in front of her, and placed her phone face down on the table, arms crossing over her chest.

Her eyebrow twitched up, a clear invitation for Natasha to keep talking. She wasn't here for pleasantries and they both knew all too well that Yelena was the only reason Kaia was sitting here right now.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. For last night and everything before that." Her raspy voice sounded sincere which made Kaia's blue eyes flicker in surprise, those words having never been associated with the redhead before. "I've been a bitch, I know."

"Are you drunk?" Came Kaia's response after a few awkward moments of silence.

Natasha's face dropped in confusion. Did she sound slurred? "No?"

"Are you hearing yourself?

Natasha truly had no idea where this was going. "What?"

"You just said sorry. Natasha Romanoff just said sorry. To me." Kaia's lips tugged into a small smile, one she desperately tried to hide. "I should really be filming this for safekeeping."

"Ok don't make this harder than it has to be," Natasha said with an eye roll. This is exactly why she hated vulnerability. "Can we just start over? A clean slate, forgetting about everything that's happened since the start of the year."

The brunette was silent for a moment. "I just want to know why," she sighed. "Why now? You've hated me since we were twelve and fourteen years old. And to be honest, Natasha, I've accepted that. I didn't come to Pale Oak for you, or anyone else. I came here because I want to dance for the rest of my life, and you know as well as I do that this university has some of the best New York connections in the country." She looked down, fiddling with the ring on her right thumb. "Why does it matter to you what we think of each other?"

Natasha was slightly taken aback by her little outburst but she listened intently, trying to come up with an equally logical answer from the assortment of words flying around her brain. Her eyes flickered down to Kaia's collarbone before she hauled them back again, trying to keep her head.

"It's for the team." One of the lamest answers she could possibly give. "We'll work better if there's no tension between us. And I'm not asking you to suddenly act like we're best friends, not at all. I'll stay out of your way, you stay out of mine, but this coldness between us goes. Besides, both Stella and Maria will kill me if you quit."

Kaia chewed on her lip as she studied the wooden tabletop. "I would never quit."

"Even though I act like a bitch sometimes?"

"All the time," Kaia jumped back, almost daring Natasha to stop her. But the redhead didn't and she respected that. "And no, as I said, I'm used to it." Her tone was cold towards the end, something Natasha didn't miss.

A weird silence settled over the table but it wasn't as hostile as it had been when they first sat down. There was something intriguing about the brunette in front of her and Natasha couldn't work it out. She was one of the only people who never truly backed down and wasn't scared of her. Most people avoided eye contact with Natasha whenever they could, but not Kaia.

She had a fire inside her which pulled Natasha in, both angering her and exciting her simultaneously. Kaia may have an overactive mind that almost constantly lied to her, but she knew how to hold her ground and stand up for herself. And Natasha had never noticed it before, too blinded by jealousy and hatred for the girl to even attempt to see beyond that.

But a common theme would always get in her way: wherever Kaia was, Yelena wasn't far behind. And in this instance, the blonde had given them twenty minutes before she decided it was time to intervene. She still wanted both girls to be alive.

Her shadow crossed the table and a plastic iced coffee cup was placed in front of Kaia, her face lighting up almost immediately. Yelena sank down onto the plush seat beside her and winked before looking over at her sister.

But Natasha didn't acknowledge Yelena straight away. She was too busy watching the icy expression morph into a beautiful smile on Kaia's face at the sight of her best friend. Having spent two years away at university, she'd missed how the girls grew up during their final teenage years. Gone was the youthful roundness of Kaia's face, now replaced by high cheekbones and an angled jaw. Her Russian genes were strong.

A kick under the table brought her back to reality, the harsh glare from Yelena's green eyes boring into her forehead.

"What happened here? No one is crying, you both look unharmed and Nat, you're staring at Ky like she grew a second head." Yelena tried her hardest to read the room but no one was giving her anything.

"Your sister apologised."

A hand came flying at Kaia's forehead, slapping her a little too hard in an effort to check her temperature. Yelena did the same for Natasha, who leaned back to avoid getting smacked.

"You're not sick, so no one is hallucinating," she deduced, Natasha and Kaia sharing a look. "Did I really miss that much? You guys are friends now?"

"Definitely not friends."

"Frenemies?" Yelena offered with a smile, but Natasha rolled her eyes. "You guys are giving me nothing. I wanted gossip, drama, yelling, crying-"

"In a coffee shop on a Saturday?" Kaia deadpanned, not impressed at all.

"You're no fun."

"Look, I should go." Natasha looked over at Kaia and flashed a smile. "Again, I'm sorry about yesterday," she said, standing up and adjusting her jersey.

"It's ok."

A smirk graced her lips as she looked the brunette up and down. "You looked good, though." And she was gone, disappearing through a crowd of people, leaving Kaia frozen in her seat.

"Ew did she just flirt with you?" Yelena grimaced, sliding into her sister's seat. "That was gross."

"It's Natasha, you know how she is."

"Not with you though, never. That should never have happened. You're like my sister."

"Trust me, that's not the weirdest thing to happen today."

-⧗-

⧗ Kaia ⧗

Saturday night was party night, and Kaia and Yelena sure took their time to get glammed up. Yelena wasn't much of a 'dresses' girl, but her black wide jeans and dark green mesh top still looked striking, especially with her dark eyeliner. And where would she be without her combat boots?

Neither of them knew who was hosting this party but invites had been pushed under their door so it didn't bother them. One of the frat houses probably, but they all looked the same.

The strong stench of alcohol and weed hit them straight in the face as Kaia pushed the front door open, lights and music assaulting her senses along with the smell. She could barely see past the sea of bodies so reached behind her for Yelena's hand, locking their fingers tight. The blonde acted as her guard dog, and based on the looks she received from a few guys and girls alike on their way over, Kaia needed her guard dog.

A black, skin tight, silk dress adorned her body, stopping mid thigh with a daringly low neckline. Her curls were ironed flat so her hair hung in a sleek curtain past her shoulders, brushing on the corset back of her dress. Her usual converse had been swapped for a pair of strappy black heels, accentuating her long, toned legs. All in all, she was a sight for sore eyes.

Yelena took it upon herself to glare at every male she encountered as they headed towards what was assumed to be the kitchen. Or at least where the drinks were. She had a right mind to punch a couple straight in the balls as their eyes lingered on Kaia for a split second too long. Kaia was hers, so they could back off.

"Punch?"

"At least five so far-"

"I meant the drink Lena." Kaia held out a cup filled with red liquid to her blonde who was scowling over her shoulder. "You need to chill out, seriously."

"I'll do that when they stop ogling you like a fucking dog bone."

Kaia shrugged and took a sip, blue eyes darting around the room. There wasn't anyone she recognised here but she had Yelena which set her at ease. "You can react if they try anything. It's not our fault boys can't handle their hormones properly."

Yelena went to protest but felt Kaia give her arm a tug so she dropped it, blindly following her best friend into the main function room.

What once was probably a living room was now the centre of the party. Large speakers stood at either end and blasted music so loud the floor vibrated slightly. A mess of bodies 'danced' (Kaia could hardly call that dancing) together in the centre, chanting the lyrics and screaming as the beat drop hit.

A scream sounded far too close to Kaia's left ear and she winced, turning around to see Wanda stood there, a blonde boy hovering over her shoulder.

"You never told me you were coming!" The Sokovian yelled over the music, pulling her friend into a hug. Yelena got dragged into it too as she hadn't managed to detach herself from Kaia's arm in time.

"I didn't know you knew about it."

Wanda grinned and tugged the boy into her side, placing her hand on his arm. "Kaia, Yelena, this is Pietro! My-"

"Your brother? I thought you said you guys were twins!"

The Sokovians shared a knowing look. Kaia was right to be suspicious; they didn't look anything alike. "It's the hair. He's going through a bleach phase."

"It's not a phase" Pietro muttered, glaring slightly at his sister who was too buzzed to care.

"Sure, that's what you told Papa!"

He wasn't all that great around people, being the introvert out of the two. So after a small smile and nod of the head, Pietro wandered off in search of who knows what and Kaia took some time to down her drink. This party required alcohol, there was too much going on to even think about handling it sober.

"How long have you been here?" She asked Wanda, eyeing up a dodgy game of live action human buckaroo that some guys in the corner had started up. "The party, I mean."

Wanda shrugged. She was definitely feeling the alcohol more, but there was no telling how much she'd drank. Plus Kaia and Yelena had Russian blood, so it took them a little longer to start to feel the effects in their system.

"I have no idea. We just got ready and wandered over. Maybe an hour?" Kaia nodded and leaned back against the wall, her hands stabling herself. She preferred having a good view of her surroundings before moving forwards and having her bearings in an unfamiliar place came as an advantage.

"Another drink?" Yelena asked, her breath tickling her ear as she leaned close. "Shots?"

"Shots?" Kaia relayed the message to Wanda whose eyes lit up, so they all retreated back to the kitchen to find their poison of choice.

There was a bottle of tequila but Kaia had sworn that tonight was not a tequila night. Which left them with an odd selection of random spirits and a few familiar bottles.

"Who picks pineapple vodka over regular?" Yelena asked, her nose wrinkling in disgust. They all agreed it sounded disgusting and swiftly moved to the safest option they knew.

Two shots each. Downed back to back. Only Wanda pulled a face at the burn travelling down their throats. But it was enough to keep them going as they refilled their cups with punch and headed back into the main area which was now even more crowded than before.

A few familiar faces appeared from the last party they were at, but names escaped her. Kaia noticed a few of her dance teammates, including Cora and a couple of her friends before they disappeared into the crowd. But the music changed and the crowded gained energy, parting slightly to reveal its centre point from which everything else revolved.

Natasha.

Because clearly Kaia just could not escape that girl. She was dressed in a tight leopard print dress that would have looked tacky on anyone else but on her it was sexy. Her waist was accentuated by a thick belt which only guided eyes up towards her chest which sat perfectly in the moulded cups of the bodice. Smiling wide, arms raised above her head, she danced without a care in the world, singing along to the lyrics as she moved her hips.

She wasn't dancing with anyone in particular, just anybody that entered her own private bubble. It wasn't difficult to see why she loved dance so much; it made her a whole different person. This Natasha wasn't cold or calculated, she was free. And it was so refreshing to witness.

Kaia appreciated the female body, although she'd never strictly labelled herself in terms of her sexuality. Limitations like that set her anxiety off so she kept herself open, just going along with whatever presented itself in her path.

And right now she was so grateful for the spot she'd selected, giving her a clear view of Natasha on the dance floor as she moved. There was something so sensual yet energising in her fluid, carefree movements and Kaia felt herself stuck to the floor, unable to-

"Take a ticket! Take a ticket! Or you're kicked out! Do the dare or take the forfeit!" A harsh crash back to reality washed over her when a tall guy in... speedos? came into her eyeline, handing all three girls a small folded slip of colourful paper before running off to find his next victims. She'd seen far too much of that man than she wanted to, and judging by Yelena's face beside her, the blonde felt the same way.

"What is this?" Wanda asked aloud, double checking that Kaia and Yelena did indeed have one too. So did everyone else, confirmed by Kaia's quick scan of the room. Nearly every person was clutching a piece of paper, some looking more excited about it than others.

"I guess we open it and find out."

None of them knew what to expect on the inside of the mystery notes, but nothing could have prepared them for what they found.

"Lap dance?" Yelena exclaimed, her mouth turning into a pout as she was truly horrified. "Absolutely not, that is disgusting." Anything sexual made Yelena's skin crawl and she let the paper fall to the floor before stepping on it with her boot. What were they gonna do, force her to give someone a lap dance? Their noses would be broken before they even got the chance.

Kaia smiled softly at her best friend before turning to Wanda who looked a lot happier than the blonde did.

"Shotgun a stranger. Hell yeah."

Kaia's brows creased. "As in... smoking? Weed?"

Wanda smirked. "Absolutely." Clearly part of her was destined to be a stoner because the tall brunette was off, red dress swaying around her thighs as she headed out the back doors and into the smoking area. Her confidence was admirable to say the least.

"What does yours say?"

Kaia held up the red note with a slight grimace. "Make out with someone. Specifically not a significant other."

"Oh." Yelena couldn't offer much advice or support as the idea repulsed her but she knew Kaia would probably fulfil her dare as long as the right person came along.

They had all night to complete them but clearly those around them were getting right to it. As the duo moved through the house they passed several people making out and two girls doing body shots with each other. The alcohol had clearly been flowing long before the doors had opened.

Kaia could feel a light buzz in her head as she dragged Yelena on the dance floor, the alcohol finally hitting her enough where she didn't care anymore. The blonde wasn't thrilled at being made to dance but Kaia's happiness was always a priority to her, so she stuck it out and admittedly had more fun than she expected.

Halfway through, a couple of girls approached them, who turned out to be Yelena's soccer friends. She was glad for the excuse to leave and Kaia let her, the brunette heading into the kitchen for a much needed glass of water. She took a moment to herself as the icy liquid cooled her burning throat.

No one paid her any mind back here and she was grateful for it. Palms flush to the stone countertop, Kaia closed her eyes momentarily, trying to rid herself of the spinning sensation in her mind. It wasn't so much the alcohol than it was the pure madness of this party, the music and people leaving her totally disoriented.

Yelena was sat on some plush couches talking to some of her soccer friends when Kaia eventually found her again. She looked relaxed, feet propped up on the coffee table, fruit punch switched out for beer. Kaia wanted to drop onto the couch beside her but a sudden weight colliding straight into her chest sent her staggering backwards, whatever drink they had spilling all down her front. She could feel the sticky mess dripping on her skin and she grunted, yelling a few curse words in both English and Russian at the drunk guy who hadn't even acknowledged her.

Yelena stood up abruptly as it happened, her arms shooting out even though she had no chance of catching Kaia as she fell. Her jaw clenched as she locked eyes on the shorter blonde haired guy who clutched a now-empty solo cup, his eyes so distant is was clear he was high as a kite.

"I'm gonna go clean this up, I'll be back." Yelena offered to help but Kaia waved her off, leaving the angry blonde to deal with the sprawled guy on the floor. She hoped someone videoed the interaction. That would be worth paying for.

Kaia stumbled in the general direction of the bathroom, her heels not a great match for the now slightly sticky floor. She pressed down on the handle, not registering it was locked until her body went to walk forward and almost collided with the door.

A voice came from inside but what they said was unclear, so the brunette took to leaning against the wall opposite, just staring at her soaked skin and dress with a frown. The campus washers better do a good job of saving this dress because it was one of her favourites. Well, that was until it smelled and felt like a used children's lollipop.

The door creaked open and the occupant stepped out. "Sorry, the-"

Someone out there really hated Kaia. Was she being punished for her parent's wrongdoings? Was her shady family history now presenting itself in the worst form of karma she could possibly receive? There were over 100 people at this party and of course the one person who used the bathroom before her was Natasha fucking Romanoff.

Great.

Their eyes locked for a moment before green ones darted to Kaia's chest. Even in the dim hallway light, it was clear the mess was bigger than she thought. Natasha hesitated and pushed her better judgement down.

"Do you want some help with that?" If this was anyone else stood in front of her, she would have laughed at their misfortune and waltzed away with a flick of her hair, but Kaia wasn't just anyone. Something bubbled inside her, anger maybe, at the very thought of whoever did this. Spilling drinks at parties was not uncommon though, so Natasha clenched her jaw and regained her composure, a wall sliding in front of her emotions. "I didn't know that we were wearing our drinks now."

Kaia raised an eyebrow. "It's clearly not mine. But it's fine, I've got it." She gently pushed past Natasha and shut the door, sighing as she caught her reflection in the mirror. A moments peace was what she desperately needed.

The sugary liquid had well and truly soaked itself into the fabric and proved harder to get out than Kaia had intended. Granted, her tools were limited, hand soap and toilet paper a pathetic combination. And looking down the whole time was beginning to make her neck ache. Yelena would be better at this.

Muttering to herself, paper in hand, Kaia pulled the door open to go and find Yelena. But the green eyes she found staring back at her were not those of her best friend.

"Admit it, you need my help." A cocky smirk, arms folded across her chest, Natasha had a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Her gut instinct was right and Kaia clenched her jaw.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Say it."

Kaia rolled her eyes, done with Natasha's games. It wasn't the alcohol - the redhead never consumed enough to pass a light buzz for preference of actually being aware of her surroundings. No, it was just the irritating personality of Natasha Romanoff and her ability to wriggle her way under Kaia's skin easily.

"I'm going to get Yelena to help. Don't let me stop you from getting back to the party."

Natasha scoffed and pushed off the wall, taking a step forward. Her heels clicked against the wooden floorboards, breaking the silence between them. "I thought we were supposed to be friends. Friends help each other."

"We never said friends, Natasha. Now please, if you don't mind, move."

This was the wrong thing to say to Natasha, who didn't like to be bossed around by anyone. As Kaia moved to push past her, she grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a bang.

"You're so stubborn it's annoying," the redhead growled, tugging Kaia over to the sink so she could work on her dress. The bathroom really wasn't that big and they were far too close for comfort, but both ignored their proximity.

"Excuse me for not exactly seeing you as someone who's willing to help." Natasha's eyes flicked up to Kaia's momentarily before they resumed the spot on her chest. Her skin was mostly clean now, but the fabric was proving to be the hardest. But Natasha had to keep her eyes firmly on the black silk before they started to wander. Not that it was anything she hadn't seen the night before.

"Why are you even here? Surely you've got people to get back to. Aren't they gonna ask questions?" Kaia let her mouth run, stupidly. But what else was she supposed to do except ramble excessively when Natasha's hands were all she could think about. Where they were, more specifically.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't," Kaia said defiantly. "Just don't want anyone to come looking for you."

Natasha placed her hand on the inside of Kaia's dress, the backs of her fingers grazing the top of her breasts. Kaia's breath hitched and a blush rose to her cheeks. Natasha heard that. She had to.

Trying to look anywhere but at the redhead at eye level, Kaia's eyes fell to a purple ticket on the sink. The ink was illegible due to the water, but it got her thinking about her own dare. How serious were they about the forfeit?

She hadn't realised Natasha had stepped away to get more paper which was slightly amusing for the redhead. She could read the internal panic on the younger girl's face and her lip caught itself between her teeth to stop her from laughing. It was adorable really, the way Kaia tried to be cool. But her red cheeks said otherwise.

"Is that yours?" Natasha asked, nodding in the direction of the soaked piece of paper that Kaia was staring at. The silence had become too awkward for her liking with only the hum of the automatic fan for company.

"Oh, no. I dropped mine."

Natasha hummed, squeezing out the tissue in her hand before turning back to Kaia. The dress was looking a lot better, she had to admit.

"What did yours say?"

"Kiss a girl," Natasha said casually, shrugging as if she was reporting on the weather. It was a boring one, really. She'd have much rather had body shots or lap dance date. Maybe Yelena was willing to donate. "You?"

"Make out with someone." The bright light made Kaia's head spin slightly, or maybe it was the alcohol? There were a lot of factors that could contribute to her sudden lightheadedness.

"And... have you?" Why did Natasha sound so interested in that?

"No. I'll probably just ignore it, hope they don't realise."

A smirk pulled at Natasha's lips as she stepped away, finally satisfied with her work. The dress wasn't perfect by any means, but it was significantly less sticky and would do until Kaia got home.

"They will. And trust me, you do not want that forfeit."

Kaia studied Natasha's side profile as the redhead turned back towards the sink to wash her hands. Even in the gross bathroom lighting her hair still managed to look like a fiery halo, tumbling over her shoulders in the most perfect waves.

"What is it?"

"A drink. But the stuff they put in it..." Natasha pulled a face and shuddered. She'd watched it being made and already wanted to throw up. The addition of pickle juice and sriracha was enough to set her stomach churning and that wasn't even the worst part.

Kaia stayed quiet, realising how screwed she was. A lot of guys would jump at the chance to make out with her, even if it was just for a dare, but that didn't appeal to her in the slightest. She needed to be more intoxicated than she was for that to happen.

Her eyes drifted down to the floor, lost in her head. Natasha's brain was also whirring away, her scarlet lips pressed together as she looked at the brunette girl beside her. Her lipstick smudged a bit at her movement but had yet to be completely ruined.

"Got your eye on anyone then? You don't exactly have long left."

Kaia kept her head down but looked up at Natasha with a furrowed brow. "That's none of your business. The question is, are you going to run out of time?"

A scoff fell from Natasha's lips at her question and she squared her shoulders confidently. "Trust me, I have absolutely no issues with finding a girl to kiss."

Kaia wasn't sure why that response made her heart clench. It wasn't exactly a secret nor was Natasha embarrassed of her track record. She appreciated women, why not demonstrate that when she could?

"Well, good for you."

The tension in the tiny bathroom could be sliced with a butter knife. Why Kaia hadn't left the second Natasha was finished, she had no idea. Something kept her feet rooted in her spot, unable to move even with the door right behind her.

Natasha straightened up as she dried her hands, her green eyes darkening slightly as they locked on Kaia's blue ones. The redhead couldn't help but glance down to her lips and back up again before she moved, impulse taking over and the rational part of her brain completely out the window.

In two strides, Natasha had backed Kaia into the door and crashed their lips together, her cool palm coming up to gently hold her head in place. Kaia froze momentarily, the alcohol in her system really not helping arrange her thoughts or coordinate her movements.

But an innate response took over as a low noise erupted from her throat and she slid her fingers into Natasha's hair, kissing her back harshly. She was definitely inexperienced so let Natasha take the lead, which she was more than happy to do.

Yet this kiss wasn't lust driven. It was messy, powerful and almost fuelled by hatred. Because, truthfully, Natasha did hate Kaia.

She hated how much of her brain the younger girl took up. How many times in the last few days she'd thought about her. The almost sleepless night she'd had purely because the image of Kaia was burned into the backs of her eyelids. Natasha hated her for it.

Yet here they were. Fulfilling a dare. Natasha's body pressed itself into Kaia more, fully trapping her against the cold wood. Their lips moved together and Natasha took her chance to slip her tongue out and push it into Kaia's mouth. The brunette put up next to no fight at this, allowing Natasha to completely take over. She felt a hand on her waist pulling her closer and she obliged, basically putty in Natasha's hands now. Kaia was gonna hate herself tomorrow.

The second Natasha's teeth gently tugged on her bottom lip was the moment Kaia knew she was gone. She was enjoying this far too much, her head swimming with the scent and feel of Natasha. Her signature perfume clouded her senses and if she wasn't a human sandwich between the hottest redhead on campus and the bathroom door, she would have crumpled into a heap on the floor.

After a few more seconds, they pulled away breathlessly and Kaia instantly missed the warmth her body brought. She felt exposed now, under the predatory gaze of Natasha. The redhead was panting softly as she reached her hand up to Kaia's face and gently wiped away her smeared lipstick from her bottom lip. One slow swipe of her thumb with heavy eye contact and Kaia felt as though there was no air left in the room.

She understood it now. The Natasha Romanoff charm. After years of rolling her eyes and pulling a face of disgust whenever she heard the name, she finally understood. Natasha was a drug. A toxic, poisonous one with an incredible high. But the fall came quick and sudden, dragging her back to reality like an ice bath.

A cocky quirk of a perfect eyebrow. Tongue running over her lips. Kaia hadn't even realised she'd stepped away from the door until Natasha pulled it open.

But her hand lingered on the handle momentarily. "You're welcome." She winked. Cocky shit. But she was gone before Kaia could even try to respond, a flash of red hair disappearing down the dark hallway.

Kaia praised the architects for putting several bathrooms in this house. No one had knocked or even tried to enter since she arrived and she was very glad. Her hair was a tousled mess as she studied her reflection in the smeared mirror. Swollen and stained lips, messy hair, she looked like hooker. And screw Natasha for wearing waterproof lipstick. That wasn't an easy fix. And she couldn't even splash water on her face to cool her burning cheeks either. Blame the alcohol, that was her only choice.

Combing through her hair with her fingers, Kaia pulled herself together and scurried back down the hall, suddenly conscious of how long she'd been missing for. She readjusted her dress just as she rounded the corner, thankfully spotting Yelena in the same position as she'd left her, chatting away with her beer bottle tucked between her thighs.

"What did you do, fall in the toilet?" Yelena asked when they reunited again, her eyes darting up and down her best friend's figure. "Wait, are you wearing lipstick?" She quizzed upon further inspection. Kaia had only come to the party with lipgloss and it definitely hadn't been as red as her lips currently were.

"I-"

Yelena's jaw dropped and amusement flashed behind her eyes as she smirked. "You completed your dare didn't you?"Kaia's lack of response only confirmed her suspicions. "Who was it? Tell me everything!" Despite her interest in relationships, Yelena was more than happy to hear about Kaia's own experiences.

"I didn't get her name." What a shit excuse.

"Seriously? You made out with a mystery girl and didn't even ask her name? Was she hot at least?"

Kaia hesitated. Natasha was hot, anyone could see that, but it would be wrong of her to admit that, wouldn't it? Especially to her sister.

"I guess. It was really dark so I didn't really see. She left with some guy though so.." her voice trailed off in fake regret, praying her acting skills pulled through enough that Yelena would stop with the questions. And the blonde either got the hint or was bored of the topic, because she pulled Kaia onto the dance floor as the opening harmonica of Timber vibrated around the room, earning cheers all around.

As she spun around and moved her body, Kaia began to forget about Natasha. Or more importantly her lips and wandering hands. The redhead was one of, if not the hottest girl on campus and had had her fair share of make outs and one night stands.

So the incident in the bathroom was nothing more than an alcohol induced dare... right?

part 10

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redroomreflections · 8 months ago

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Let's Make A Movie

Natasha Romanoff xfem!reader

The Loud House Universe

The one where they make a tape ;)

Warnings: bondage, strap use, penetration, things only married couples do of course /s ;)

w/c: 2.9k

Making a sex tape was never on your list of things to do. It's just one of those ideas that fell into your lap. The idea of being able to watch and replay your time with Natasha became more enticing the more you thought about it. When you brought it up to her she'd been weary of your requests but on board. She had stipulations though. You couldn't show her face, and it could only be viewed in the bedroom. That was all well and fine. If anything, those two rules were a turn-on. Oh, and she wanted to top you.

It couldn't be a manufactured moment. It needed to be organic and real. It had to be raw and unhinged.

So, you waited. It didn't take long. Your sex life was great so it wasn't like you had to wait for her to initiate anything. The opportunity presented itself within a month. You were in the tower this time, the high-security building feeling more private than your own apartment somehow. You had been in the midst of a heavy makeout session when she reached for the camcorder. You were a little embarrassed by how fast you'd set up the camera but it had paid off.

"Is it recording?"

"Uh-huh."

Natasha hummed, taking the camera from your hands and moving away to get the right angle.

"You have a minute to get naked, baby," She teased.

"What happens if I don't?"

"Then I don't get to fuck you and you don't get to fuck me"

That was an empty threat, she would let you fuck her either way. Still, you complied and stripped, the cool air of the room making your nipples perk.

"On the bed," She commanded.

You moved to lay back on the bed, looking up at her with anticipation. You were already wet, pussy clenching at the sight of her. knowing that the camera was there somehow added to your heightened senses.

She was dressed down in a tank top and underwear, and her hair was wild. Her makeup had smudged slightly, her lips swollen from kissing. Her green eyes looked black, her pupils blown. She was beautiful. She set the camera down and crawled on the bed, kneeling over. She stroked your neck with one hand, managing to keep her balance, as she pulled you in for another kiss. You could taste the vodka on her tongue.

Her kisses were aggressive and possessive. She kissed you like it was her only chance. Like the world would end in a second. Like it was her last meal. Her hand gripped the side of your face as her other moved down to play with your nipples. it would be a lie to say you weren't already wound up. Natasha kneaded and pinched, noting how your kisses became sloppier as you struggled to breathe through her ministrations. She gave your nipple one last tug before traveling further down, running her fingers along your ribs, then your hip bones, finally dipping a single digit into your dripping heat with no warning.

"Shit, Nat," You whined, head falling back onto the pillows.

"God, baby. You're so wet already."

Natasha was the most observant woman you'd ever met. She could tell if your day was off or if something was bothering you with just one look. The same skills translated to the bedroom, or at least, the porn studio. You smiled in your head at the inside joke.

"What's funny?" She asked as she took her finger from your pussy, collecting your juices, before swirling it over your nipple.

"Nothing. You're just driving me crazy."

"Good." She said before dipping her head to take your nipple into her mouth. She flicked the nub with her tongue before biting down softly.

"Fuck," You hissed, bucking your hips up into her.

"Easy, sweetheart. We're gonna take our time tonight."

The promise of a drawn-out night made you clench. She chuckled, her breath tickling your breast. She switched breasts, sucking the other nipple into her mouth. She wanted to tease you. Wanted to see how needy she could make you. It was hard for her to not give in and fuck you herself. She knew she'd cave eventually.

"Mmm," You moaned, your hand going to the back of her head to get her closer. She suckled your breasts, licking, biting, and pulling at them. By the time she was done, they were hard and swollen.

She moved her head lower, licking your skin until she got to your belly button. You were a mess of arousal and her spit, your pussy aching for her attention.

"You want my mouth?" She asked, lips trailing even lower.

"Yes."

"Where? Be specific."

"I want your mouth on my pussy."

"I think I have other ideas," She said.

You were confused at first until she began to move her mouth up again. Your disappointment must've been evident because she chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll give you what you need. But not yet. You can handle a little more teasing, can't you?"

You nodded and she grinned, "That's what I thought." She leaned over to the nightstand, rummaging through it before pulling out a few items.

"You're tying me up?" You questioned.

"Only for a little bit."

She moved the pillow you'd been leaning against, moving it off to the side.

"Hands up," She ordered.

You followed her directions, lifting your arms above your head. She bound your hands together, securing them to the headboard.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah,"

She kissed you again, softer than the previous ones. It was tender and loving. When she pulled away, her expression was one of pure adoration.

"What do you say, if you need to stop?"

"Red."

"Good girl."

Natasha's fingers trailed down the valley of your chest and stomach, stopping just shy of your throbbing pussy. She spread your legs and positioned herself between them. She lowered her head to your left thigh, peppering it with kisses. Then she nipped at the flesh.

"Ow!" You squeaked.

She did the same to the other thigh. Then the next. The bites got harder each time. Soon enough, there was a ring of teeth marks on your thighs. They stung, and you were sure they'd leave bruises.

"You're marking me up, Tasha."

"I know," She said. She moved down to your thighs and positioned them so that you were open just enough to place the vibrator between them. Then she tied your ankles.

"Are you gonna fuck me with that thing?"

"Yes. But I'm not done yet."

"Not done with what?"

"With you," She answered.

She placed the vibrator on the first setting and held it against your pussy, making sure to press it against your clit. The feeling made you gasp. She moved the toy up and down, slowly.

"Wait, wait, Nat, fuck, wait," You begged. She had the decency to wait.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine it's just..." You breathed.

She removed the toy and kissed the side of your head.

"Thank you," You sighed.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No. Not yet."

"Okay,"

Natasha kissed the corner of your mouth. It was so innocent. She kissed your cheeks, and then your forehead, and the tip of your nose. Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke, "I'll try to be easy. But I'm not promising anything."

"Okay,"

She pressed the toy against your clit again. The vibrations were soft, but you were already sensitive.

"Oh God," You groaned.

"Too much?"

"No, keep going,"

Natasha moved the toy from your clit to your entrance. She pressed the toy inside you. The stretch was nice and you clenched around the object.

"Shit," You arched your back. With your legs and feet bound you couldn't move as much as you wanted. She removed the toy to place it at your clit again, readjusting your hips, before allowing the vibrator to rest there. Your hips twitched.

"Fuck,"

"Good?"

"Mmmhm," You nodded.

She kept the vibrator at a slow pace, watching as your eyes fluttered. She loved seeing you like this. Helpless.

"You look so pretty, baby,"

You were too busy concentrating on the pleasurable sensations to respond.

She reached over to the nightstand, taking the camcorder in her hand to get a closer look. Her rule of keeping your faces out of it had gone out of the window. She wanted to capture everything about you that made you sexy.

"Open your eyes," She whispered.

You listened, opening your eyes and staring up at her. Her hair was mussed and her lips were plump and shiny. Her breasts heaved with every breath she took.

"You're so beautiful," You told her.

She blushed, smiling, "Flattery will get you nowhere."

"You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen,"

"Sweet talker," She said. She directed the camcorder to your face, focusing on your lips. Then she directed it to your breasts hard and shiny with her saliva, the toy, and the apex of your thighs.

"How are you doing?"

"Feels good, Tasha,"

"You look like you're having a good time,"

Your only response was a nod.

"Can I go harder?"

"Please."

She turned the vibrator up. The sensation was overwhelming. Your toes curled. You didn't know what to focus on. The toy, her stare, or the camera.

"Jesus, Tasha," You cursed. The sensations felt overwhelming yet so damn good.

"How many times do you think I can make you cum?" She asked.

"Fuck, Tasha. I-I don't know,"

"I think I can get at least three."

"Shit, I-" You couldn't finish your thought, the orgasm hitting you out of nowhere. You hadn't realized how close you were.

"Oh fuck, Tasha." You moaned. Your thighs tried to close but they were tied down, your pussy pulsed, and you arched your back, the toy only pressing into your clit the more you bore down.

"God, look at you," Natasha murmured.

When the pleasure finally subsided, you were a panting mess. You couldn't speak, not that you could even if you tried.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"Did you like that?"

"Mmm."

"You came so hard, baby." She placed the camera down again. "Can you give me another one?" She pushed the toy back to your entrance, thrusting it into you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Nat." You were hypersensitive, but the pleasure was worth the ache.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little,"

"I can stop,"

"No, please don't,"

"What's the magic word?"

"Please,"

"Good girl," She praised.

Natasha was rough, her thrusts unrelenting. She was focused on nothing else but the way you moaned and squirmed, the way you cried out. Her nails scraped against your belly, digging into your sides.

"Fuuuuck," You keened.

"God, you're so perfect, baby."

You couldn't even respond, you were too consumed with the ecstasy. She reached for the camera again, recording your flushed and sweaty face.

"I love you," She told you.

"L-love y-you too," You gasped.

"I'm gonna make you cum again. Are you ready?"

"Yeah,"

She thrust the toy in and out of you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," You chanted. Your thighs trembled and your hips jerked, but she kept them in place with her free hand.

"Open your legs," She demanded as you struggled against your restraints. You did as told and she repositioned the toy. She turned it up to the highest setting.

"Tasha, Tasha, oh God,"

"Just let go," She urged.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your jaw fell open. Natasha's voice was distant as the blood pounded in your ears. It was too much.

"I-I-I'm gon-gonna,"

"Go ahead, baby."

You came. Your vision went white, your body seized, and you cried out.

"Shit, baby," Natasha cursed.

The waves of pleasure hit you again and again. It felt like an eternity before the high began to fade. She allowed you to come down this time, watching as your chest heaved, before she placed the camera down again.

"What's your color?"

"G-green."

"Good. Can I get another one? I'll be gentle."

You were exhausted, but the thought of her bringing you to another climax was too tempting.

"Yes,"

Natasha removed the toy from your entrance. You felt empty. She crawled over you, straddling you, reaching down to expose her clit. She positioned herself just above your pelvis bone.

"Ready?"

"Mmmhm,"

She rubbed her clit against you, grinding her hips. It wasn't about getting you off this time. She needed to chase her own orgasm. And, well, you had to admit that it felt really fucking good.

"F-fuck," Natasha moaned. Oh, how you wished you could touch her. She spread her wetness over you, her juices mingling with yours, as she dripped.

"You feel so good, baby,"

Her hips jerked and stuttered, and you could tell she was close. She placed her hands on your shoulders, effectively pinning you down, as she used you for her pleasure. She rutted against you harder, faster, her clit catching the right spot, and she came.

"Shit," She gasped. Her mouth was parted, her head falling back. She rode out her orgasm before her body collapsed. She buried her face in your neck, still breathing heavily.

"You're amazing," You praised, "So good. So pretty."

Natasha smiled, kissing your shoulder, before laying her head on you.

"Are you going to untie me now?" You asked.

"In a minute." She breathed. It was almost like something else entirely came over her. "You're like my doll." She mused.

"Am I?"

"Mmm, my favorite plaything." She said. "I could just fuck you all night if I wanted. Make you come until you beg me to stop." She leaned up, planting a kiss against your lips. Then another one. And another.

"I would let you, if you wanted,"

"That's good. Cause I'm not done." She said, "I'll never be done with you. You're mine."

"I am," You agreed. She reached up to untie you, massaging your wrists.

"Turn over," She demanded.

You were exhausted.

"It'll feel good. I promise."

You rolled over onto your stomach.

"Are you okay?"

"Green,"

"Good,"

Natasha positioned her body against yours, her breasts resting on your back.

"I'm going to fuck you so good," She whispered. You could tell by her fumbling around that she'd gotten the strap. A rare occasion for her to wear it. You guess for your sex tape it would be appropriate.

For the next few minutes, Natasha treated you like a doll. She used her strength to position you, your face resting against the pillows, as she forced you to arch with your ass in the air, perfectly ready for her. She rubbed the toy against your wet slit.

"Ready, baby?"

"Fuck, please."

"Mmm, that's a good girl."

Natasha thrust into you. You were a bit overstimulated. Her thrusts were rough and the angle allowed her to hit deeper. You didn't know if you'd be able to handle it. But she promised you would feel good. You trusted her.

"Fuck," She cursed, "You're so tight, sweetheart."

"Tasha,"

"I got you."

She thrust harder. Faster. One of her hands moved to grip your hip, the other tangling in your hair.

"Shit, shit, shit," You whined. The slight ache had turned into something new. You felt so full and hot. The pleasure was so intense that you could feel it at your fingertips.

"You take me so good, baby. So fucking good."

"Fuck,"

"You look so beautiful, all tied up and fucked out,"

"Mm,"

She opened your ass cheeks, never stopping her thrusting but to spit on the puckered hole.

"Tasha,"

"Shh, I'm taking care of you,"

Natasha's finger probed the area before pushing in. The feeling was new. Her thrusting became softer and the pace slowed but never stopped.

"Does it feel good?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, feels so good, Tasha. Oh, fuck."

"I knew you could handle it,"

She used her other hand to take control of your hips, all you could do was grab onto the sheets, as you laid open-mouthed.

"I'm gonna make you cum again."

"Yes,"

"Yes what?"

"Make me cum. Please."

Natasha leaned down to rest against your back. Her breath was hot and the added weight made you feel pinned. It was the last push you needed. Your body seized and you cried out. Your eyes fluttered, but she didn't stop.

"Tasha, wait, it's-"

"It's okay. I'm not done."

The pleasure was blinding. It hurt. But it was the most satisfying pain. Natasha pulled her finger out, changing hands and reaching down to rub your clit.

"Shit, fuck,"

"Good?"

"Mmhm,"

"Are you going to cum again?"

"Mm, I can't."

"You can," She insisted.

Her movements were sloppy, and you were sure the bed would collapse soon.

"Cum for me," She begged.

"Fuck, Nat, oh God, I-I'm-I'm-fuck, fuck,"

You came. Your orgasm is more intense this time. Your hips moved of their own accord, not knowing whether to push her away or keep her close. Natasha's thrust never faltered.

"One more, sweetheart. Come on."

"Tasha," You sobbed, "I can't,"

"Yes, you can,"

Her thrusts got slower, shallower.

"Breathe," She said, leaning over to whisper in your ear. Her thrusts slowed. She ground into your ass, drilling the cock into you, while her fingers toyed with your clit.

"That's it, baby. Just let go."

Your body went rigid, and a scream caught in your throat, as the orgasm ripped through you. You collapsed. Your legs gave out. You couldn't think. Natasha fucked you through it as she sweet-talked you.

"I know baby," She said. "I know your pussy feels so good right now. It's what you needed." She eventually slowed her hips.

"Thank you," You slurred, barely able to stay awake.

"No, thank you," She laughed.

Natasha pulled the cock out, undoing your restraints.

"You were so perfect."

"I feel drunk." You sighed. She leaned over to kiss your back, rubbing your ass cheeks, and pressing her thumb against your hole. She wanted more but she knew tonight this was your limit.

"Tasha,"

"I love you."

"Love you, too,"

(if you know how many times Natasha made R cum you get a cookie)

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