#i’m deleting this late r

[legofbicuriosity]

ok so there’s a quote/lyric/something and i don’t know where it’s from but it goes “you said “i’m fine alone, but it’s good to see you, man. i feel cut off from all i have been but am i the stump or am i the limb?” so if anyone knows or could tell me where it’s from that would be super cool

[dreamertrilogys]

going into instagram comments is crazy it’s like seeing into a (much MUCH) worse alternate reality like You ppl live such unfathomably terrible lives to me….

[binders-and-beanies]

Doin bad again folx

[barklikeagod]

i’ll feel pathetic abt this later and have my little avpd spiral then but siken’s tweet made me. feel. so i can admit that i’ve severely cut back my interactions with ppl on here bc only having two ppl care about my birthday made me feel horrible. realizing how many ppl i like who don’t like me even half as much was well. not great. feeling excluded and replaced as always… shrugs. i’ve just been feeling so detached and separate from everyone and everything since march. i think that’s why after i watched The Movie i latched so hard onto it and obsessed over it all of april and into may. i’ve kind of escaped into it a bit. but now that i’m feeling numb to Joy due to the suicidal thoughts it’s not really uh. blocking anything anymore. so i’m behaving very badly at the whole Normal thing.

[shijas]

🚶🏾‍♀️.

[hqbaby]

four — just a little

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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word count. 1.8k content. profanity, alcohol consumption, a lil bit of tension???

booger: r u up?

It’s 4 AM and you should not, in fact, be up. But you are. And apparently so is Sukuna.

You contemplate ignoring him. You can get back to him in the morning and act all high and mighty like, “I’m a proper human being with a life, so no, I don’t stay up until 4 AM like you, loser.” It’s not like anything good has ever come from you replying to his late-night/early-morning texts. You recall another time you replied to him at this hour; the two of you ended up almost getting arrested after sneaking into a reservoir.

Alas, you’re still up and you’ve been rotting your brain on your phone for hours, so your better judgment has gone the way of your last few brain cells.

you: what do u want

You watch as he types something. “Damn, so hostile,” probably. He deletes it. Then, he types again. “Why are you up?” maybe. Deletes it. Then, “Wanna fuck?” before he remembers who you are. He types again and actually sends the message this time.

booger: be there in 5

Part of you wants to prank him. Go to sleep and let the poor guy pound on your door until one of your neighbors—probably the grumpy old lady who lives beside you—scolds him and threatens to call security. It’s a good prank. You go as far as thinking about it.

When gets there, he’s got his hood pulled over his head. He’s wearing a pair of sweatpants, black sunglasses, and a serious expression on his face.

“Damn, you look so cool,” you say. He cracks a grin and you crack up. “What the fuck are you doing? You look ridiculous.”

His face falls into a frown as he steps into your apartment, closing the door behind him. You’ve already left him behind, crashing onto your couch as he changes his shoes into one of the slippers you keep for him by your door.

“You’re a real bitch, you know,” he says. He sheds the sunglasses and pulls his hood away. You’ve ruined the whole vibe he was going for. “Aren’t you gonna offer me a drink or something?”

You lift your head and point at the console table by the door. “There’s a bottle of Cuervo there,” you tell him. “Get it for me.”

He huffs but does as you say anyway. He picks the bottle up and walks over to you, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. “You’re a shitty host,” he says as he opens the bottle.

“You’re an intruder,” you say, snatching the bottle away from him before he takes a sip. You raise it to your lips to take a swig. “Why are you here?”

“Am I not allowed to see my girlfriend?”

You choke on the tequila. “What?” You cough as he laughs and pats your back. “Don’t say shit like that.”

He grabs the bottle from you and chugs a good amount. “I love teasing you,” he says, pinching your cheek. “It’s so easy.”

You slap his hand away and sit up. “I hate you.”

He just grins and passes you the bottle. “You love me,” he chirps. “Wouldn’t put up with me otherwise.”

“Haven’t you heard? Everyone’s saying I’m incapable of love.”

You don’t know why you say that. It’s not part of the script, the usual back and forth between the two of you. For a moment, you worry that you’ve said something wrong.

“Who says that?” He looks serious now. Like he’s about to beat someone up. You know, the usual. What were you even worried about? “You got a gun for me to use on them?”

You laugh at his dour expression. It’s true, of course, that people have been spreading this new rumor that you’re a cold, ruthless bitch who doesn’t have room in her heart for someone, let alone a boyfriend. It’s why you broke up with Satoru apparently. You know it’s stupid and people don’t really know what they’re talking about, that they’re bored and just making shit up, but for some reason, you can’t shake the thought.

What if they’re right?

You put the Cuervo on the floor beside Sukuna and hug a throw pillow to your chest. “I had a dream.”

“Is this where you break into song?”

You roll your eyes at him. “I’m not talking to you anymore.”

He doesn’t take the challenge lightly, immediately hopping onto the couch beside you and dropping his head onto your lap to stare up at you. He bats his lashes at you and says, “What did you dream about?”

You place your hand on his face. Then, you feel something wet on your palm. 

His fucking tongue.

“You’re so gross,” you whine, wiping your hand on his hoodie. “What do girls even see in you?”

He smirks. You’ve just given him an opportunity and you wholly regret it now. “It’s not so much what they see, but how big it is,” he says, amused by the disgusted face you make. He pokes your cheek with his finger now. “Tell me about your dream.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

He pouts, his lower lip jutting out as he looks at you with big eyes, practically getting teary-eyed now. He’s a great actor, you’ll give him that. He’d probably get better grades if he was a theater major.

“I wanna know,” he says softly. “Tell me.”

There’s something about the way he looks at you that feels unnervingly familiar. You’re used to his antics, you’ve had to deal with them since the two of you were in high school, but it’s moments like this that you remember just how much you know each other. It’s a constant thing, always lurking beneath your banter and jokes—it just surprises you when it’s in your face.

You place your hand on his shoulder and sigh. “It’s stupid,” you say. “I just keep having these dreams where I’m running from something. Different things every time. Zombies, ghosts, clowns—”

“You run away from clowns?”

“Clowns with murderous intentions.”

“Okay. Valid.”

You shake your head, smiling now as the teasing reminds you of who you’re talking to. It’s just Sukuna.

 “Anyway,” you say as you stare off into your empty living room. “I just… run. And I get to a point where I feel safe until I realize that I’ve actually been cornered. I wake up before anything happens.”

When you look at him again, his brows are furrowed, already in deep thought. He considers your dream carefully. You wonder if he’ll crack another joke, change the tone of the conversation, but of course he doesn’t.

“What do you think it means?”

You squeeze the throw pillow beside you. “I don’t know,” you say. “I should probably ask Nobara. Psych majors know all about that shit, right?”

He nods. “Yeah, they got that Freud dude.”

“I’m not sure that Freud dude is necessarily accurate about dreams.”

“You never know until you try.”

The two of you are quiet for a moment. You can hear the air conditioner buzz, the fridge rumble. You’ve gotten used to these sounds of silence, what with you being more alone than you’ve been in a while. This time though, you can hear Sukuna’s breathing. Quiet, but steady, a reminder that you’re not completely alone this time.

“Is that why you’re still up?” he asks eventually. “You can’t sleep?”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not.” Earnest. Sincere. “I just wanted to know.”

You look at him skeptically, but he just stares up at you from his place on your lap, blinking in the light of your living room.

“I mean, it’s not just the dreams,” you tell him. “I’ve been feeling a little lonely, you know. Since… Satoru.”

He cringes at the name but schools his expression before it turns into a full on snarl. “Still don’t know what you saw in that guy.”

“He was good to me,” you say. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“He must’ve if you broke up with him.”

You hesitate, but you find it in yourself to insist, “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

Sukuna stands up. “If you say so,” he says. He reaches his hand out in front of you. “Come on. You gotta sleep.”

You stare at his hand. “You don’t think you’re taking me to bed, do you?”

“I am taking you to bed.”

He stays there for a moment, watching you watch his hand, unmoving. “I’m not getting in bed with you. Chill, bro.”

A beat.

“It’s not that,” you say, taking his hand and letting him pull you up. “It’s just…”

He raises a brow. “What?”

Yeah. What?

“Nothing,” you whisper. This is stupid. “You can sleep beside me. It’s fine.”

It’s his turn to be taken aback. Suddenly, he thinks that your hand being in his feels terribly comfortable. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, pulling your hand away. You pad over to your bedroom, walking straight ahead without looking back. Pretending like you don’t care if he follows. “We’ve slept in the same bed before. It’s no big deal.”

But it is. Somehow, you feel like it is.

You’re already under your blanket when he follows you into the room. He stands at the foot of the bed a little awkwardly. Like a lost puppy.

“When was the last time you slept in the same bed as a girl you didn’t fuck?”

He’s sheepish now, stripped of all his usual brazen demeanor. “A long time.”

His hand reaches for the hem of his hoodie.

“What are you doing?” you ask, eyes wide. “This isn’t—”

“Relax,” he says, pulling the hoodie off his head. He’s wearing a t-shirt underneath. Plain red, one you’ve probably seen more times than you can count. “I just run warm is all.”

You feel your face heat up. What did you think he was doing?

Your best friend slides into bed beside you. This isn’t anything strange for the two of you. You used to sleep over at each other’s houses back when you were in high school and one of you wanted to avoid the chaos of your home. You’ve slept beside each other before. It was never a thing.

But it’s been a while since then. You’re no longer the kids you were, all playful and shameless.

It feels different this time. Somehow.

He’s keeping his distance and you can feel it. Your body is turned away from him, but you can feel his eyes on you. He wants to be closer to you.

You want to be closer to him too.

“You can—”

His chest hits your back as he rolls over to lie directly behind you. “Is this okay?” he asks quietly. You can feel his breath on your neck.

You swallow. “Yeah, it’s okay.”

You feel his hand carefully move around your waist. He doesn’t touch you, his arm hovering just above the thin fabric of your top. “Is this—”

“Yeah.”

He rests his arm on your waist and you feel yourself relax into his touch. He wasn’t lying when he said he runs hot, it feels like you’re melting against a furnace. Still, somehow, you can’t find it in yourself to mind.

If anything, you might just admit that you like it. Maybe. Just a little.

notes. soooo the besties are doing a thing 👀 how do we feel about reader and sukuna so far 👀 we also haven't seen much of gojo yet but next chapter is gonna be interesting ;)

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely!! since requests are now open, i was wondering if you could write me a little something with james..? if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please do not hesitate to delete this request!! do whatever makes you feel comfortable!!

but can you do something with james where r forgets to eat or just isn’t really hungry for anything..? this happens to me sometimes, and is currently happening lmao, and the only thing that i can really stomach/that sounds good is anything to do with strawberries (consistent favorite is greek yogurt with honey mixed in, peanut butter granola, and sliced strawberries. so delicious i def recommend!!), and oranges!! weird foods i know but.. anyways!! and he sort of like, gets her to eat something..? my boyfriend will literally spoon feed me whatever he’s eating or whatever i could stomach. the whole "open! say ahh!!" and everything until i got full lol

sorry for blabbing!! tysm if you do this request, and no hard feelings if you don’t!!! i have tons of ideas in my noggin so i can send plenty haha

Thanks for the rec babe!

cw: reader has poor appetite, mention of not eating

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 529 words

You make an awed cooing sound as one blue whale brushes underneath another on your TV screen. 

“I never knew whales were so affectionate,” you murmur, charmed. 

“Me neither,” James says. “Bite?” 

You open your mouth obediently, and he sets his fork on your tongue, letting you suck off the khichdi before taking it back. You hum pensively. 

“It’s good, Jamie.” 

You’re not lying. Like most of James’ cooking, it’s rich and complex, forcing you to take your time to parse out the different flavors. You don’t have the appetite for your own dinner tonight, but you’ll never turn your boyfriend down when he asks you to try something new he’s made.

“Thanks, lovie.” His voice is warm if not surprised, and soon his fork is tapping at your lips again. “Have some more.” 

You peel your eyes from the TV to cut a look his way. James smiles, the picture of angelic innocence, and prods at your lips encouragingly. 

“I told you I’m not hungry,” you remind him. 

“Mhm. Just have a few more bites.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I made it.” His eyes go all melty-soft, and you know he’s about to lay it on thick even before he says, “And I put time into it, and I want to share it with you.” 

You know exactly what he’s doing. It works on you anyways. You sigh out your nose, and James’ grin widens, his fork happily accepting entry when your mouth falls open again. Neither of you comment on it, but he presses a happy kiss to your cheek once you swallow, and you accept the handful of other bites he gives you without fanfare. When his plate is empty, he stands to go wash it off. 

“Did you get enough to eat?” you ask, somewhat guiltily. 

James rolls his eyes lightly. “I got plenty, don’t worry about me, I’m just gonna have some fruit for dessert.” 

You nod, still feeling rather responsible for the fact that he wasn’t entirely satiated by his dinner, but he gives you a fondly chiding look that has you turning back to the TV. When he comes back, it’s with a large bowl of halved strawberries. 

He gets your attention, marking an invisible line down the middle of the bowl with his pointer finger. “That’s your half,” he says, flicking his finger toward the portion closest to you before picking a strawberry up and popping it in his mouth. “You’ve got the whole rest of the film to do it, but just finish them, okay angel?” 

You look down into the bowl, then up at James. You know he’s only chosen strawberries because you prefer them lately, and you hate to let him down, but…”I don’t know if I can,” you tell him honestly. 

He nods like he understands. “Try, please? Do you want me to feed them to you?” 

It’s asked so genuinely you can’t even get mad at him for it. Your face heats, and James looks almost sorry. “That’s okay,” you say quietly. 

“Alright.” He leans in to smush a kiss against your cheek. You can already smell the strawberries on his breath. “Just say the word, yeah?”

[pjflmga]

little things, alessia russo x reader

summary: based on little things by one direction (big fan yup) where r is a bit insecure about certain things and alessia makes sure to let r know she loves everything about r.

a/n: just smth random i came up w while i’m writing on chicago p2 bc i’m currently stuck lol. wrote this in the middle of the night so don’t mind eventual mistakes… send in recs if you want to :)

wc: 2,3k ish

enjoyy

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you and alessia had been together for a long time now, with your 2 years anniversary coming up in only a few weeks. you loved doing things together, watching movies or series, going out for a walk or shopping. literally anything

football might be your biggest shared interest though, whether it was watching a game or playing it. but it was not hard to see who was playing professionally and who played in a normal sunday league.

alessia played football for a living, her days consisted of training on and off the pitch and of course football games against big, top teams, weekly. whereas you were working as a chef at a restaurant and only had training 2-3 times a week plus a game on the weekends.

despite the big difference of professionalism you played in, you both were each others biggest fan and supporter. you were at all arsenal’s home games and even some away games if possible, and alessia was at yours. of course if you or her didn’t have your own game at the same time, which occasionally happened.

alessia never looked down at you for not being a professional footballer, rather the other way around. she was happy and proud that you got to the two things you loved the most, cooking food during the days and playing football in the evenings. but even if alessia never had an opinion about this, didn’t mean you nor especially the fans highlighted this at times.

as you were the girlfriend of the top player and front face of the lionesses and arsenal, people didn’t shy away from sharing their ignorant opinions. when alessia saw a rude comment about you she would always delete it, before she read half of it and especially before you got the chance to even know about it. but since you were together with alessia, you had around 30k followers on instagram yourself and a lot of the ignorant comments ended up in your comment section as well.

you knew you shouldn’t care, but you couldn’t help but read every single negative comment about you. it was everything from you using alessia for her being famous and having a lot of money, to not being good enough for her and being an ugly and bad person. the comments about you only “using” her didn’t really bother you, as you and not to mention, alessia knew that it wasn’t true. but it was rather the comments about you being too ugly, or not that a good enough person for her that made you feel like the smallest person on earth.

this had been going on ever since you got together and the public eye found out about it. at first it didn’t bother you, but as time went on it started to get to you. the blonde and you had talked about it before, but even if you weren’t, you always made sure to say that you were fine.

as of lately alessia had started to notice that you were feeling a bit more tired and down than usually. at first she thought it was because of your job and how hectic it was. but she shortly after realised it was because of all comments on social media.

and with that she started to make more efforts than usually to make you feel as special and loved as you deserved, not to mention how she felt about you.

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as a person in general, you were a bit insecure about yourself. you didn’t like certain things with your body or the way you looked.

as time passed alessia started to figure out more of your small insecurities, how every time she tried to make a short video with you, you always stayed quiet because you didn’t like the way your voice sounded on camera.

how you never got changed in front of her, despite being together for a long, long time. because you didn’t like how your stomach or thighs looked. she obviously had seen you without clothes before, but it was different when you changed and got dressed. it made you feel more conscious about the way you looked, in a way you didn’t like and therefore didn’t want alessia to see.

but also how you recently had stopped coming along to nights out and dinners with her team, because you were insecure or what other people would think. despite alessia always telling you how much the team loved you and wanted you there.

alessia knew these things made you insecure, but these were also the things she loved about you the most. the way you looked, the way you were, the way you smiled and laughed. your voice, your body. everything.

at first she didn’t want these little things to slip out, in case it made you more insecure. but she quickly realised the best way to make you feel more comfortable and confident, was to bring your insecurities up, subtly and in a reassuring way, one by one.

every time you smiled you got small crinkles by your eyes and for some reason fans started to point that out, together with your freckled cheeks. alessia didn’t understand, as she thought those were two of the cutest things about you, but you hated them.

now when she started to see the comments more often, she realised that was the reason why you started to cover your freckles up with makeup, and at least try to smile less. not that it really worked when you were with alessia, who stumbled around and laughed all the time.

“babe, you’re so beautiful today.” alessia said as the two of you got ready to head out for a little walk in the park. “why are you putting on makeup? you’re just as beautiful without it.” she smiled softly.

“i dunno.” you mumbled. “don’t really like my freckles.” you said lowly. with that alessia walked up behind you, where you sat by the desk in your shared bedroom, and hugged you tightly from behind.

“you.” kiss. “are.” kiss. “more.” kiss. “beautiful”. kiss. “than.” kiss. “anyone.” kiss. “else. ” kiss. “in.” kiss. “the.” kiss. “world.” the blonde said as she kissed you freckles.

“stoppp less, you’re ruining my makeup.” you said, but couldn’t help but feeling a smile creeping up in the corner of your mouth.

“nooo!!” she said. “i’m just making sure your natural beauty is showing.” she continued as she bombed kisses on you again. you couldn’t help but laugh at that. “there’s the beautiful smile of yours.” alessia said simply.

it took you another 20 minutes to get ready before your headed out. instantly when you stepped out of the port of your stairwell, alessia grabbed you hand and gave it a tight squeeze.

“you know, your hands fits perfectly in mine.” the striker said softly.

“what do you mean less?” you asked confused, not quite catching what she meant.

“i don’t know, i just know it feels perfect to hold it in my hand.” she smiled with a chuckle. you nodded slowly, still not getting where she came from. but it was something with the way she had said it while squeezing your hand, that made you feel good. you felt yourself being thrown out of your thoughtss as alessia pulled you with her and started to walk towards the park, while babbling about her upcoming game against liverpool this weekend.

when you stopped in the middle of the park by a big tree alessia suggested that the two of you should make a tiktok together. a video where you’d have to rank her arsenal teammates.

“no i can’t do that.” you said with a laugh. “they’re gonna kill me.”

“noo, babe!! it’ll be fun, they will love it.” she laughed as she pulled up her phone.

“okay, just because i love you. but don’t post it!! i don’t uh, want people to hear my- to see what my ranking.” you said quietly.

“oh y/n, it’ll be fine. everyone will laugh at how pissed leah will be when she sees she’s not your number one.” alessia chuckled. “besides, everyone should get to hear that beautiful voice of yours when you explain your rankings.” she continued, subtly mentioning yet another insecurity. you instantly felt yourself relaxing a little when she said that. to be honest you hadn’t really realised that you had tensed up in the first place.

“let’s do this then, less.” you said as you grabbed her phone and started the ranking.

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“i can’t believe you were about to put frida at number one.” alessia said with a grunt as you finished.

“well she is just the best, isn’t she?” you asked with a smile.

“well… no. i am supposed to be there, i swear if you weren’t with me right now, you would’ve put her as your number 1.” alessia answered with a unhappy voice.

“nooo babe, i’d never do that!!” you laughed. “you are obviously my number one!”

“and so are you y/n/n! you are my forever number one and i love you and everything about you.” the blonde said softly as she gave hugged you and kissed your cheek. “let’s post this and see how the girls reacts.” she continues as she posted the video.

just then she got a message from leah in the arsenal group chat, asking who’d be joining for dinner aka ordering food, and movie night at her place tomorrow night. a flood of “yes” and “me” came right away when alessia looked at you.

“you want to go?” she asked hopefully.

“uh i don’t know, don’t want to intrude your team bonding night.” you said lowly.

“no y/n babe, first you could never do that. the girls have been asking if you won’t being joining anytime soon anyways. and besides, it’s just movie night tmrw.” alessia explained as she took your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“well, okay then i guess.” you said.

“YESSSS!!!” the england forward squealed as she sent a quick “me and y/n are coming!” to the group chat and right away an even bigger flood of “yes!”, “wohoo” and “finally” came.

as tomorrow evening eventually came around, you and the blonde got ready together. since it was just movie night and leah’s, you wouldn’t dress up fancy. so you grabbed a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt as you headed towards your bathroom to get changed. but before you managed to take a step alessia grabbed your arm and hugged you tightly.

“you know i don’t mind you changing clothes in front of me.” she said softly as she hugged you tighter.

“i know, it’s just uh me. i don’t know, it’s stupid. of course i should be able to change in front of my girlfriend of almost two years.” you said while you let go of alessia to look into her eyes.

“baby, it’s not stupid the way you feel. i just want you to know that i love you and i love every single thing about you. i love your eyes, your smile, how you look and oh my god, have you seen your body?” she said softly and you can’t help but smile a little. “if you don’t feel comfortable to change in front of me, i won’t stop you. but i want you to feel comfortable with me, no matter what. i don’t care what other people say or think and you shouldn’t either. because you are more perfect than anyone else. okay?” alessia continued.

all you could do was just stare at your girlfriends. you realised where she was coming from with all of this, but to be honest, it made you feel better. she was right, the only opinion you really cared about was hers, and you knew how much she loved you.

“i know, i just feel so self conscious and insecure sometimes. i wish i didn’t but i can’t help but being affected by it.” you answered.

“you know love, those things you are self conscious about, are some of the things i love the most you.” she said as she once again gave you one of her famous “lessi bear hugs”.

“yeah i know less, thank you so much.” you said hugging her back. after some time you finally let go of each other and you felt truly safe and loved by the striker. you took a deep breath and actually felt comfortable enough to change in front of your girlfriend.

all alessia could do was looking at you with the proudest smile ever. she was happy that her little side mission had worked out the way she wanted to, that you felt better about yourself and also felt more comfortable around her.

what took her by surprise though was that you for the first time in a long, long time didn’t cover up your freckles with makeup. all you did was curling your eyelashes and put on some mascara. alessia once again looked at you with the biggest and proudest smile as well as heart eyes. oh, that girl was head over heels for you.

“you’re so beautiful, my girl.” alessia said with a grin.

when you 20 minutes later arrived at leah’s house and went to knock on the door, it was instantly opened by a not super happy looking leah.

“how dare you not put as number 1 and not even number 2, but 3 on your list, miss?” she said while giving you a stern look, but you could hear the teasing in her voice.

“told you…” alessia whispered in your ear lowly, with a laugh. “i’ll leave the two of you to figure this out.” she continued and walked into great the rest of the team.

“well hello to you too leah…” you laughed. “i guess i just don’t love you as much as less.”

“okay that’s fair BUT YOU PUT FRIDA OVER ME??” leah shouted.

“well, if it makes you feel any better, i almost put frida above lessi. but then i wouldn’t have had a place to sleep in.” you laughed.

after some back and forth you finally settled on a fair ranking where, spoilers, leah ended up as your number 1. then leah finally let you into her house and let you in with a happy smile over a face so you could greet the other arsenal players there.

the night was amazing, just what you needed. you felt safe around alessia and her teammates and you didn’t feel like you were in the way and disturbing them. they made you laugh all the time, and now the crinkles by your eyes didn’t bother you anymore.

even if alessia’s mission was accomplished, she didn’t stop reminding you how much she loved you. everything about you. that the little things you were subconscious about, made you to the amazing person that you were and the person alessia loved so much.

[captain-barnes-writes]

What is soft launch? (Carlos Sainz)

Part three

Summary: Max Verstappen’s ex girlfriend moves on with none other than Ferrari’s Carlos Sainz and they’ve managed to keep their relationship under wraps until now. Part one | part two |

Face claim: Cindy Kimberly

Type: insta au

Pair: Carlos Sainz x reader x ex!Max Verstappen

Warning: this is all over the place, fluffy Carlos, Lando Norris all up in the comments lol, salty max

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LandoNorris this will cause more drama with Max😑

YourUsername he started it, he should’ve never posted that story in the first place!

LandoNorris I know, I scolded him for it trust me

CarlosSainz55 anything for you princesa

YourUsername 🥰♥️

MaxVerstappen1 I’m sorry

YourUsername just let me move on in peace

MaxVerstappen1 I just don’t know why it had to be Carlos

YourUsername we fell in love, simple as that.

YourUsername deleted their story

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F1Wags Carlos Sainz and Y/N arriving at the paddock for the Barcelona Grand Prix. This is the first time the couple are seen in public after recently confirming their relationship (after secretly dating for one year). I wonder how this will go down after Max’s insta story a few days about Y/N caused some drama.

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Username True. I actually feel bad for Kelly after that

Username maybe he realized the grass wasn’t greener on the other side 🤐

Username 2 years too late for that

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F1world Carlos Sainz and Max Verstappen were spotted having, what seems, a serious conversation ahead of the Barcelona Grand Prix. This comes after Carlos and Max’s ex-girlfriend, Y/N, confirmed they’ve been in a relationship for the last year. Max had an outburst and posted a story of Y/N holding flowers reminiscing on their relationship which he deleted after a few minutes. The drivers seemed annoyed and Carlos at some point walked away from the Red Bull driver.

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Username I hope they can get past it seeing they have to see each other all the time

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Username oh to be Y/N and have two drivers fight over her 😮‍💨

Username She has the grid rizz 😏

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Username tbh she had most drivers on a chokehold ever since she was with Max👀

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Username this is Max’s karma

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CarlosSainz55 Podium today, so many good things to celebrate 🙌

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YourUsername proud of you baby!😮‍💨

CarlosSainz55 we’re celebrating tonight princesa 😘

LandoNorris keep it pg Carlos 😑 there’s kids here

CarlosSainz55 yeah, you!

LandoNorris 🤬

ScuderiaFerrari that’s our boy!

Username the way he included Y/N in his post too🥹

Username he’s simping hard

Username I wonder what max and him talked about

Username it didn’t look good🫢

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Username she looks better with you than she ever did with max 🤤

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YourUsername Red for Ferrari ❤️‍🔥

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Username someone take Max’s phone away!

Username he’s probably crying in the shower rn

Username red suits you so much better than blue ever did queen

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F1Wags There’s reports that Kelly and Max are taking some time apart after some drama-filled days following Max posting about his ex-girlfriend,Y/N, after she confirmed her relationship with Ferrari driver, Carlos Sainz. Kelly was also pictured taking a solo flight to seemingly clear her mind and figure out the sudden halt of her 2-year relationship.

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Username as she should 😏

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Username He should’ve fought for Y/N years ago, not now when he has his own little family

Username agreed! 😵‍💫

Username 20 sec penalty for ocon

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YourUsername we’re good over here 😌 (that last one is for you guys, you’re welcome)

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LandoNorris that last one was unnecessary 😒

YourUsername I disagree😋💋

LandoNorris 🤢

CharlesLeclerc I agree with Lando

YourBff is it simping hours??

YourUsername always 😶

ScuderiaFerrari giving the people what they want 👏

CarlosSainz55 😘

Username everybody just kind of overlooking the sassy caption 🤣

Username oh we noticed lol

Username my new favorite couple ❤️

Username queen keep giving us Carlos content

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CarlosSainz55 what she said 🤤

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YourUsername I love us🤤❤️‍🔥

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LandoNorris third picture was unnecessary too

YourUsername 😐

DanielRicciardo the last pic on her post left me blind

CarlosSainz55 then how’d you type this?

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Posting so late!

This is all over the place lmao but as always I enjoy making these social media au 🤭

[envysarchive]

like your steelo

pairing: billy butcher x fem!reader, frenchie x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: you’ve been seeing both men regularly at the club, and they were seeing you too. it was long overdue you did something about it. title from steelo by 702

warnings: smut +18 MDNI, mentions of drinking, sex without protection (this is fiction, please cover the friendly stick!) oral sex (f + r receiving), penetration (r receiving), praise, a bit of degradation if you squint, not proofread. 

a/n: alr so first thing i post since i deleted everything i’m sorry i was just wayy too busy to write. also please help how the fuck do i conclude a smut piece????

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Billy took a drag on the cigar he was holding between his fingers, and then released all the smoke he had obtained.

Both him and Fenchie were watching you dance from the other side of the bar. They had talked to you a few times, and the flirtatious looks you gave them both was the torture they received in exchange. They knew your name and age, but other than that, the only thing they received were glances and small, discreet, slightly suggestive touches.

"So, who is going to take the first step? " Frenchie questioned, in a low tone so that only Butcher could hear him.

"You" he responded, without even thinking about it. Frenchie quickly denied.

"Haven't flirted with a lady in years. It should be you. You have more experience."

"If I do it, I ain’t gonna include you in my proposal" Butcher shrugged his shoulders. He couldn't stop watching you, from top to bottom, dancing with your friends while passing a shot of tequila like water.

Billy took another drag from his cigar, and was distracted as he played with the lighter. Suddenly, a soft hand rested on his shoulder, and then on Frenchie's too. You made your way between them to call the woman on the other side of the bar and order another round for your group of friends. When you finally finished ordering, you looked at the two men there, who were staring at you without any discretion.

"How is your night going? " you questioned, disguising the flirtation with kindness.

"Not as good as yours" Billy responded, turning his eyes away from yours. The closeness with those two men made you give in more and more to the lustful thoughts you'd been having lately.

"I think I can do a little something to improve your night" An expression full of interest appeared on both of their faces, and that satisfied your wishes. You leaned closer to Billy's ear, "Room 236. In 10 minutes. Bring the french guy too." You finished speaking, and after giving Frenchie a small glance, you retreated to go up to the room you had reserved exclusively for tonight.

You waited only two minutes, and then, several knocks on the door made you feel more nervous than you already were. You took a deep breath, and opened the door to meet the two men you had been almost fantasizing about.

They both entered after you let them do so. The door was padlocked, and two pairs of eyes were completely scanning your body.

"So if I understood correctly, I imagine ye want a threesum with us luv, ain't that right?" Butcher asked, gifting you a grin in the process.

"Yeah, I suppose you are," you declared.

Taking slow steps, Billy started to approach you, placing his hand on your cheek. Your eyes were staring at him as Frenchie watched expectantly.

Butcher ran one of his thumbs over your lips, stroking gently. His gaze was filled with need. "May I?" he asked. You broke the space between both of you, and launched yourself at his lips.

Billy's hands rested on your hips as you stretched one of your hands to reach Frenchie's face. A devious smile appeared on his face when you separated from Butcher, looking at him carefully, as if reviewing each and every one of his features.

You grabbed Frenchie by the chin, and brought him closer ultimately smashing your lips together in a wild kiss. Frenchie's hands were on your face, while Billy's were on your hips. You didn't waste any time at all as you let yourself be wrapped in Frenchie's soft lips.

Butcher began to surround you, little by little, until he ended up behind you, covering your neck with small wet kisses, while your lips were being devoured by Frenchie. Billy's hands ran down your back, and ended at the beginning of the zipper of that pretty black dress you were wearing. Slowly, he started to take it off, and in sync, your hands rested on the edge of Frenchie's shirt, taking it off in a skillful movement.

Billy ran his fingers along your arms, bringing with him the straps of your dress, leaving it on the floor. You were left only in a beautiful set of lingerie, which fit your body perfectly.

"You like what you see?" you questioned as you smirked, seeing both of their faces almost drooling over you.

"You know we do, ma belle" Frenchie said.

Things began to move faster from there, and soon, Frenchie didn't have a single item of clothing on, and you finished getting rid of the last item of clothing that Billy was wearing. You grabbed Butcher by the waist and walked him to the edge of the bed to gently push him to sit there.

"Rough, aren't ya darlin’?" Billy smirked as Frenchie approached you from behind and began kissing your neck.

His hands slid to your breasts as he began to gently massage them. You couldn't help but moan with pleasure, throwing your head back. Your kisses went to Frenchie's lips, while Butcher’s hands continued to roam through your body, pulling you closer to him. One of your hands went down Frenchie's abdomen until you reached his cock, which was already hard and eager to be touched. A moan slipped from the frenchman’s lips as you gently touched the tip.

"I have an idea," you whispered, separating yourself from Frenchie, him following your lips as you chuckle.

With a sign, you motioned for him to lie down in the center of the bed, and when he was finally there, you scooted over him to settle between his legs.

Butcher knew where this was going, and he stood behind you, gently taking you by the waist.

Kneeling on the bed, with Billy behind you kissing your body non-stop,you moved one of your hands to Butcher’s cock, and began to caress it gently.

“Fuck doll, you know what I want you to do wi’ this, right? Such a slut f’me, been teasin’ me for so so long, haven’t ya darling” 

You responded with an inevitable moan that slipped from your lips. 

“Whatcha want?”

“I need you inside of me”

He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you closer to his cock. Your tongue ran over it, and you felt pride rushing through you as a grunt full of pleasure came from his mouth. 

His strong, large hand reached one of your cheeks, separating you from his cock, making you look at him for a moment as he caressed your skin.

“Despite how much I’m enjoying the show m’lady, I would very much like to be included.” Frenchie said, getting closer to you. 

You took one look at him, and, with temptation coursing through your veins, you turned around and started to stroke Frenchie’s dick. 

Billy, seeing you from behind, grabbed you by your waist, and positioned you towards him so he had a perfect angle to your ass.

He brazed one of his fingers over your clit, feeling how wet you were. 

“Aye darlin’ if I knew how excited you were I would’ve done somethin’ faster.” 

Butcher took his own dick in his hands, and guided it towards your pussy. His tip barely touched you and you already felt yourself dissolving in pleasure.

Gently, Billy slid into you, and a moan coming from both filled the room.

"Music to my fuckin’ ears," he murmured, satisfied.

Your mouth took care of Frenchie’s dick, bobbing your head up as you stared right into his eyes and he held you by your hair, not exactly pulling, but he was applying a certain pressure. 

“Merde, this girl is really something Butcher.” 

Billy increased the speed of his thrusts, filling you with increasingly exquisite pleasure. The speed with which he moved was supernatural, and caused vibrations within you that you had never felt before.

Again and again, moans slipped from the lips of all three.

"Ah… You're magnificent," Butcher groaned, feeling every part of his body begin to tense as he dug his nails into your ass.

At that point, you were melting into so much pleasure you couldn’t understand how you had been waiting so long to finally make an actual move. 

You felt the electricity of an orgasm fill you as Billy went faster and faster, not stopping despite the fact you’d already cum. A loud moan left your mouth, which made Frenchie groan in response, feeling him pulsing inside your mouth. 

Breathing heavily, you tried to recover as you started to massage Frenchie’s balls on your hands.

“Billy” you whimpered, pulling your mouth from Frenchie’s dick and working with your hands instead as you felt yourself reach a second orgasm. 

Frenchie squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his cock tighten more and more.

“Ah, m’belle. Keep it up," he asked, full-on moaning as he reached his orgasm.  

Butcher continued his thrusts until he accompanied you both through your orgasms.

Several broken moans reached your ears, satisfied with hearing them both curse amidst so much pleasure.

You let out a small sigh, and began to feel how Billy wrapped you in his arms, pressing his chest to your back.

"Doll, your cunt’s a fuckin’ masterpiece," he murmured into your ear, you were able to feel him smiling against your lobe.

You chuckled and nodded, without verbally responding as he began kissing your neck.

Frenchie got up from the bed, and rose to capture your lips in a kiss so desperate and filled with need you wondered if your lips would ever recover.

"I want to taste you," he murmured against your lips, eyes dark and filled with lust. "Let me taste you."

You nodded softly.

They both made way for you to lie down on the bed, and soon, Frenchie placed his face between your legs.

Butcher knelt beside you, and without a second thought, he pulled your face in for a kiss.

As your tongues wrapped around each other, a moan escaped into the kiss as you felt one of Frenchie’s cold fingers trace your entrance.

Butcher smiled to himself when he heard you, licking your bottom lip. 

Frenchie’s tongue ran over every part of your cunt in a smooth, slow motion, and it made you moan once more.

Billy ran one of his hands over your abdomen, and then slowly went up to grope your breasts. He continued kissing you frantically, but you couldn't keep up. The pleasure making you gasp and moan between kisses.

One of your hands ran down Billy’s chest, and went down to his cock, where you gave a small squeeze that made him grin into the kiss.

You began to move your hand up and down Butcher's cock, while Frenchie added fingers inside your pussy.

The minute he started rubbing your clit in circles was the minute you started to feel yet another orgasm building up.

You started to stroke Billy’s dick faster, trying to finish him off at the same time as you finished. 

Billy’s hand squeezed your left tit as he moved his mouth to suck the other. 

The overstimulation was too much. You came with a scream as Butcher grinned and pulled on your nipple.

“That pussy-” Frenchie smacked his tongue against his paladar. “Fucking magnifique.”

Butcher laid down beside you staring at your blown out eyes. 

“Look at ‘er French, so beautiful, all dizzy from us.” He caressed your cheek gently with his thumb. “Not a thought in yer brain, right darlin’?”

[diorsluv]

feather , part 17

“ like whatever, you’re a waste of time ”

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jackhughes

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yourusername EWW u said u weren’t gonna post that blurry pic of me 😰

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→ jackhughes don’t worry abt it

→ _quinnhughes it doesn’t mean anything dw

→ trevorzegras jack wants a little peace in his life that’s all

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_quinnhughes the shopping cart was kind of uncomfortable

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next chapter notes ) how are we doing yall.. ik ik it’s chaotic and shit BUT YOU’LL GET WHAT YOU CAME HERE FOR SOONNN and yall kept complaining abt bookmark but yall should really b complaining abt misssera whats her name HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONEEE (i originally didn’t plan to post this on jan 1 but it is what it is 🫣), sorry for starting the new year off with even more drama lmfaooo

tags: @aliaology @hockeyboysarehot @absolutelyhugh3s @jackquinnswife @freds-slut @love4ldr

[makncheese12]

Top Shelf pt. 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Masterlist

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

A/N: me and my friend were talking what to have happen next yesterday and we remembered how R is ‘book smart’ but not people smart and I kept coming up with ideas that made R look kind of stupid and she kept saying “yeah cause she’s book smart, don’t forget’ I would have posted it yesterday if we had gotten anywhere but we could stop laughing.

Warning: my attempt at being funny?, bad writing, angst at the end if you squint?

Word count - 3.3k

Credits: @novmoth (my friend from school who feeds into my delusions and gives me more ideas for this story🫶🏻)

Jenna Ortega x fem!reader

You didn’t text her.

You told yourself it was nerves that were getting to you, the way Lyle kept insisting you texted her before she changed her mind.

A week after the whole incident you decided it was too late and that he was right, maybe she would have forgotten about it.

You could always hide in the storage room if she ever came back and let Lyle take care of her while you drowned in your own self pity on the floor next to the masses of boxes.

But what if she hadn’t? What if she was waiting for your message the day she put her number in your phone and never got it or the entire week after?

What if you did text her and she texted you right back?

You had doubted it but there was still a string of hope left in you as you continued to contemplate it all.

Dru said you were stupid for not even texting a simple ‘hey’ just so the celebrity could at least have your number.

Mj, of course, has been referring to you as coward instead of your name since the day after you talked to Jenna which only made you feel worse.

Would they do it differently if they were in your position? Mj would, already having had texted her the minute she left. Dru would have deleted the number as soon as he got it, he only had eyes for Mj it seems these days, and Lyle he would have done the same as Mj but at least waited a few hours.

So, your situation was different from theirs you supposed.

“That’ll be thirteen fifty.” The man behind the counter states in a monotone voice as you pull your card out.

You decided to go to 7/11 to cheer yourself up a bit after being insulting by your group of friends the whole time while playing Apex, not caring that you were still in your pajamas.

The large slushie and snacks were certain to cheer you up and allow you to brag to the group about.

You grab your bag before quickly making your way out of the door and sliding your ear buds back in before your phone buzzes.

Lyle🗿:

My freezie senses are tingling.

You snort as you quickly begin typing.

You:

Stop stalking me on life 360 loser

Lyle🗿:

Did you get me one?🥺

Your smile grows at his disregard your statement completely and getting straight to the point.

You:

No, since I’m such a dingbat weirdo

Lyle🗿:

I take it back, please, I need a slushie🙏🏼I’ll even get on my knees and beg

You roll your eyes knowing he’d do it for free if you asked.

You:

The day DD chops off his musty hair is the day I’ll get you a slushie.

Another notification goes off and you click it.

Dru Danvers🤓☝🏼

Fuck you🖕🏼

You continue to smile and text, unbeknownst the the person who stops suddenly behind you and looks back.

Their eyes lingers on you for a moment before looking to the much larger man who lets out and sigh and nods begrudgingly, the person smiles before rushing after you.

Just before you could cross the street, they touch your shoulder making you stop and look back.

Your eyes are met with the brown ones you’ve been thinking about nonstop as a smile comes across both your faces.

You yank out your ear buds, something you seemed to do whenever it was her specifically when it came to Lyle or the others they would have to yank them out to get you to listen.

“Hey,” she says, her smile still on her face as she looks up to you. “Hey.” you reply before looking up to the man who stood a few feet behind her then back down to her.

“So I never got that text you promised me.” She says in a teasing tone and you tense, your mind racing through excuses to tell her.

You laugh awkwardly and guiltily before rubbing the back of your neck. “Yeah, sorry about that I’ve just been busy lately I never got the time.”

She looks at you for a moment, clearly seeing through the lie and you wondered if she actually could with the way she was looking at you.

“Or..” she says as she begins walking past you. “You just didn’t want to text me.” She says sending you a playful glare but there was also something else.

As she turns around to continue walking, both you and the man on her heels, a deep frown forms on her face.

She had hoped she was wrong.

“What? No,” you reply quickly catching up too and walking beside her. It was quite the opposite, actually.

“I really was just..” you reply before stopping yourself. It felt like you were lying to the girl but you weren’t, you were just trying to save yourself the embarrassment of the truth.

But then again that was lying, about how you felt.

She looked toward you, the look of hope in her eyes seemed to crack you and you let out a sigh of defeat. “I really was just letting my nerves get to me.”

Her eyebrow raised slightly and you let out a huff, not liking the way this girl just made you want to spill every truth.

“I guess I was nervous to text you. I only really text my friends so I didn’t really know what to say.” You mumble, thinking about what Mj would say to this.

She can’t even see you, just text something it’s not that hard

She let out a hum, satisfied with your new answer while also satisfied hers was wrong.

“A simple ‘hey’ isn’t that hard.” She says, amused by your embarrassment and you huff out once again. The statement proving Dru right, not that you’d ever tell him that.

“It’s not everyday I get asked for my number,” you mumble and Jenna feels a smirk creep onto her face.

Good; she thought to herself as her smirk only grows on her face at the thought she was probably one of the first. Or at least she thought she was with how you described it.

“How else was I meant to react?” You ask.

She lets out a snort. “You didn’t, your friend did actually.” You roll your eyes and chuckle.

Your eyes travel to across the street to see some people hiding and taking pictures while others do the same not so subtly.

You grimace slightly before turning your attention back to the girl, deciding to ignore the group.

You smile before pulling out your phone and typing quickly and a ding comes from her pocket as you put yours back.

She takes her phone and opens the text to see the unknown number and the simple ‘hey’ added to it which makes her scoff lightly. You feel your smile grow bigger at her reaction, finding yourself very amusing.

“Very funny.” She rolls her eyes before sending a text herself and pushing it back down into her pocket.

“Thank you, I try very hard.” You say, looking forward to see the snow begin to fall again. Your smile grows knowing it’ll be a good day tomorrow at the shop.

Your eyes travel to the moon before letting out a hum at the lack of stars in the sky.

“Why are you out so late?” You ask and she shrugs. “I just like to walk, you?” She asks turning slightly toward you.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m a very active person?” You ask, of course you weren’t but who wouldn’t want to make themselves seem impressive.

She looks you up and down slowly before a smirk forms on her lips. You look down to see your black and white plaid pajamas with you zip up sweat shirt, the snacks and slurpee in your hand only proving you wrong further.

You looked more like you were late to school and didn’t want to get dressed than out for a late night run.

“Touché.” You mumble nodding before looking up to see her smiling. “Did you just get out of bed?” She asks and you nod.

“Yes, actually.” You reply.

“Oh, makes sense.” she mumbles with a small smile before it falls. You quickly notice her eyes traveling to the people taking pictures making the both of you frown.

How someone could get used to cameras always in their faces was unknown to the both of you.

The non stop flashing or the loud yelling from a director seemed overwhelming to you and it was for Jenna.

“So,” you say before beginning to walk again. “Wednesday Addams?” You ask and she sighs before nodding.

“I thought you’d figure it out sooner or later.” She groaned softly making you chuckle.

“I kind of already knew, just needed to be reminded.” You admitted making her stare up at you in wonder.

“You knew me but didn’t know me?” She asks, too seriously for your liking. “I mean, yeah I used to watch you when you were younger with my friends. Stuck in the middle I think they said?”

She groans louder this time, clearly embarrassed by the thought of the show she starred the main character of.

“But other than that no.” You finished laughing as she rubs her hands down her face.

“There are literally so many others and you just had to have seen only that one, great.” She mumbles and shakes her head.

Too say she was embarrassed was an understatement, she has so many shows and movies she’s been in recently that she completely forgot about the ones of her younger self.

Her acting was good but not as good as it was now so it wasn’t really great to hear you say what you said.

“You’ve had to have watched something else?” She’s pleading now, her hand resting on your forearm as you look down at her. You shake your head and laugh as she groans once again.

“I don’t watch much TV.” You admit once again making her sigh. “At least watch Scream or Wednesday,” she says, huffing slightly.

“Just so you see how much I’ve improved?” She asks looking up to you and you nod, deciding not to tell her you don’t really remember much of the older show.

“Sure, if it’ll make you feel better.” She let’s out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, oh my god that’s so embarrassing.” She says looking around and shaking her head.

You smile down at the girl who continues to look around New York, mesmerized by all the sights as you both continue to ignore the paparazzi flashes and cameras.

You thought she looked stunning as snow fell on her head and eyes shining with wonder, the street lights only helping her look better if she could.

Suddenly the man steps up and taps Jenna’s shoulder making you both look back to him.

He points to her watch and Jenna’s face falls as she nods to the man who takes another step back, waiting for her patiently.

She looks up to you and gives you a sort of sad smile. “Sorry, I have to go.” She says gesturing to the man who sent you both a glance before looking back to the paparazzi who kept their distance for some reason.

“It was fun talking to you though.” She says and you nod. “Totally.” you say, voice cracking lightly making her smile grow.

You stare at her for a moment to take in how stunning she was from the front angel instead of the side now.

Her freckles seemed to be much more noticeable up close, eyes darker without the light and a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Text me, I mean it this time.” She raises her eyebrow and unfortunately walks toward the man while leaving a cold spot from your side which makes you realize how close she actually was walking.

You clear your throat this time and nod, “I will and you too, now that you have it.” You say watching her look over her shoulder as the man leads her away.

You smile as you watch her walk away, eyes linger on the last place you saw her before you turn around and begin walking in the direction of your apartment.

Once you do get back, you’re greeted with your cat rubbing against your leg making you place down your bag and drink before walking toward his food bowl and feed him.

Once that’s done you looked back to your half melted slushie that had sacrificed itself so you could talk to Jenna making you let out a happy sigh as you put it in your freezer.

A buzz is heard from your phone making you reach back and pull it out of your pocket, a smile immediately forming on your face at the sight.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

So, you were gonna make text first?

————

You hear you alarm go off making you groan as you pull the covers from off your head. You hadn’t realized how late it was while texting Jenna that you had just fallen asleep on your own and you were starting to regret it.

You grab the alarm clock before pressing off and looking at the time.

9:23.

Your eyes shoot open, suddenly wide awake as you practically shoot yourself out of bed, your cat jumping off with you as he runs away.

That’s twice in one month had you scared him like that.

You realize you don’t have time to shower as you pull clothes on and grab your keys before rushing out of the door and running as fast as you could down the stairs — ignoring your neighbors scolding— and onto the street.

You continue to run before yanking the glass door open to see your mom who sends you a unamused look and your father who looks disappointed.

“You’re late.” She states matter-of-factly as you pull your t-shirt of, now only in your sports bra as you grab the shirt. “And now your indecent!” She says, rushing over and pulling your sweat shirt down for you.

“Animal!” She says, hitting you with her rolled up magazine she grabbed from the shelf.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see what time it was last night before going to bed!” You say, trying to block her hits.

“Playing your game all night again I assume.” she states instead of asks making you nod your head. A little white lie won’t hurt.

“You’re an adult in college, Y/N.” Your father sighs and stands up from sitting in his chair. “You shouldn’t still be going to so late because of a silly game.”

His scoldings were much gentler than your mothers which makes you smile lightly. “I know, I’m sorry.” You mumble and he only nods before going back to work.

You looked to your mother who raises her eyebrow at you as she walks passed you. “You have a lot to do today as a consequence now, so I suggest you get to work.” She says, tossing you the clip board of work you need to do which is much longer than normal.

You huff out quietly while reading over it, knowing this is what you get for being late.

————

The day was quiet and you had a few more customers than usual so it was sort of busy as you rush around helping people while doing your work as the sun began to slowly set.

It was easier than expected but definitely a little stressful.

You were glad your parents were making you do this now though. Getting used to it all before taking over after they retire.

You were in the middle of helping a customer when you see Lyle practically sprinting down the street and toward the shop making you knit your eye brows together.

“You’ll find it in the romance section, just over there by the bean bags.” You say with a smile and the boy nods and leaves you to go find her book.

You look back over to seem him yank open the door, eyes scanning over the library before they land on you.

He moves as quickly as he can without being loud in the quiet library to get to you.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you! You weren’t answering your phone and you weren’t at your apartment.” He says in a whisper yell as he pulls you down a aisle.

You knit your eye brows further as he pulls out your phone from his back pocket. “I got it for you when I went to see where you were,” he says shoving it in your hands. “Open it!” He ushers you while you just stare at him.

“What?” You ask, looking down at the device in your hand making him groan out in anger.

“Check your damn Insta!” He demands making you further confused but begrudgingly open the app making your eyes go wide.

You first thing you see is the 99+ symbol on your notifications tab and over two thousand messages next to it.

You click your profile not to see you one hundred and thirty followers but seventy thousand.

You click on the photo of you and Lyle, he was pushing you in a shopping cart down the road along with the other pictures you all had taken while high that night. It had over ninty thousand likes.

“What?” You mutter and Lyle nods. Before pulling up his twitter on his phone. “It gets better!” He says a little too loudly making the person in the aisle glance over in annoyance.

You give him an apologetic smile before look to see the link he put to your face.

Celebrity Jenna Ortega seen with lovestruck mystery woman in New York City. Could this be the start of a sprouting love story? Click here to read more..

Under it showed a picture of you and Jenna on the street last night with her staring toward the city and you staring at her.

Your eyes go wide as you take his phone and continue to scroll seeing the many pictures the paparazzi took last night along with the picture you recognized to be on Lyles Instagram.

“And let’s not forget the picture I took of you while we were playing chess.” He says, snatching his phone and opening his own Instagram before showing you the picture he took now had one hundred fifty thousand likes.

“You’re like, known world-wide as Jenna’s girl or something.” He says, smile on his face as he scrolls through his twitter looking at all the stuff they had to say about you and Jenna.

“Woah,” you say, zoning out slightly as you take a seat on the little stool nearby made for children. “This is…”

“Sick? I know, right? You just became famous over night.” Lyle says as he too takes a seat next to you.

You were gonna say unsettling or strange but that works to you. You hadn’t expected it but you now realize you should have.

With the paparazzi last night and you being with Jenna it was expected.

But it hasn’t even been a fully twenty four hours yet? How exactly had it happened so quickly? Was she really this popular

So many questions swirled in your head as something suddenly comes to your realization.

The real question was how people found you so quickly on Insta? That was probably the unsettling part, it felt like you were part of a man hunt but instead of joining it like you preferred you were what they were hunting for.

You think about texting Jenna but she quickly beats you to it as if she had telepathic abilities.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if she told you she did though with the way her eyes seemed to capture you in some form of trap.

You knit your eyebrows together as you read the message and your stomach drops slightly.

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A/N: idk if this is angsty thinking about it now🥲

I’m also begging like Lyle on my knees that you guys send me request🧎🏽‍♀️my pea brain can only think but so much

[kyupidos]

hii, can I request something like "that faint voice of yours" with leona, azul, vil and idia please

10/11/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

that faint voice of yours 2 )ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘it’s difficult to escape an overblot fully unscatched; the overblotters know that well.’

part one. ft. r. rosehearts , j. viper

characters. savanaclaw , octavinelle , pomefiore : leona kingscholar , azul ashengrotto , vil schoenheit ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), reader has injuries that vary depending on the character, little description of how reader got the injury, sprinkled mentions of death, romantic fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort

📨 _a/n. basically everything i’m working on/will work on is a part 2!! halp!! sorry for getting this out a bit late, accidentally deleted like half of leona’s part when i was nearly done, forgot everything i wrote, and raged for an entire day.. which is why leona’s part might be wonky, because it’s just a cheap copy.. crying face.. also, i unfortunately cannot write for idia for this piece specifically since i haven’t beat book 6.. he’ll be in part 3 with malleus when i finally do. anyways as said before, best to listen to still with you by jungkook for the vibes

l. kingscholar

— at times like these, leona felt incredibly pleasant at the idea of being with you—not like he never was. specifically, when you chose to spend your time with him as he was falling asleep to take one of his usual naps, for he was so sure it would bring him some just as pleasant dreams. definitely, he would never admit that fact, and one hundred percent surely never admit the accommodating fact that he knows this because his mood always significantly lifts whenever he’s around you awake or not. but still, it’s a truth known to likely nobody in the world but the two of you. so, he lets the warm and domestic atmosphere get the best of him, like he always does, and leans beside you to get some sleep in, again, like he always does.

— something that does not often happen, however, was the way that as he did, you took in a sharp deep breath that clearly you put some effort into concealing by acting as if you were doing some sort of breathing exercise before falling asleep yourself—but as a beast man, a lion at that, leona knew better. it was then it became apparent to him why you did what he did, as he noticed where exactly leaned against you. on your side, was a particularly dry area of skin. obviously, since it came from his ultimate magic; something that could even squeeze people dry. it wasn’t useful in the savana where droughts were a nightmare, and it certainly wasn’t any good when used on people. not like he ever wanted to. it just happened; when he overblotted.

— he remembers it well. it’s not something he denies outright, just something he prefers to keep in the back of his head. he thinks about it more often than he would like, though. and it’s annoying him, now, because it’s getting in the way of his sleep and his pleasant time with you; the idea that he wouldn’t even have this pleasant time with you if he’d gone just a bit too far. of course he knows it’s stupid, to think about things like this when it’s already gone a course that didn’t end badly. still, he thinks about it sometimes. especially since the injury obviously still pains you to this day, evident by the breath you took some moments ago.

— such thoughts are distracted, however, as he feels a hand brush through his hair. he recognizes the feel of that hand, of course, it’s your own; he wouldn’t let any other person do that. he feels the way you delicately undo any knots in his hair, and brush his hair as you please. he’s almost embarrassed, as he’s sure you’re wondering why he hasn’t dozed off by now. he always did, whenever you did something like that; or when you’d hum something, or speak anything, really— he found your voice soothing. it was another secret between the two of you. so he dozes off, not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows you accept him.

— it irks him in a way, to think so deeply of the matter when he knows that you’re here with him in the current, so he sleeps. as mentioned before, you understood him; in the sense that you didn’t feel the need to understand him at all. he thanks you for that plentifully. the house warden still remembers the way you forgave him, under the rationale that you not understanding him was the exact reason you did forgive him. he had his own reasons that he didn’t necessarily need to let the whole world be aware of. the way that when you forgave him, you didn’t need an explanation because you didn’t want to force him. he finally rests at this point, and he feels the way you brush through his hair anyway. he thanks you for that, and the way you accept him.

a. ashengrotto

— today was one of those days in which azul could be thankful he had a day off, and that he was not busied with making madol. after all, free time like this meant more time spent with you, and as the selfish octomer he was, he lavished at even just the idea of that. sitting in an emptier version of the mostro lounge, your respective meals consisting of whatever didn’t manage to sell out completely the day prior. usually something of the like was a shameful thing to him, that he couldn’t collect as much madol as he would’ve liked to. but with you in the equations he finds himself just fine with it; it’s just another thing he can treat you to.

— however, as he slowly becomes increasingly aware of your more careful than normal little unconscious behaviors in the way you carried yourself, even in the way you held onto the utensils you used to eat, behaviors that contrasted the brave and boisterous behavior you possessed when he first met you, he slowly recollected his memory of the reason why. it almost ( no, definitely ) makes him feel like he’s been doused in a feeling of shame. it’s still etched into his mind when he regained consciousness after his overblot, your bruised and battered body that you’d tried to hide even then. in fact, this actually wasn’t exactly his own fault—more so indirectly, yet he blames himself all the same for the panic of the running crowds that bumped into you with no regards for anyone’s safety when he began stealing people’s ultimate magic, like a mad man.

— if he recalled correctly, you’d in fact tried to bandage yourself and go about the process all on your own; like the reckless person you are. although, you did almost manage to get away with it, had it not been for the obvious physical pain you were in when floyd went in for a squeeze some couple days after the events had died down, leading you to awkwardly explain what had happened—and while floyd went off to purposefully squeeze to death some safety disregarding crowds, azul was left alone with you, apologizing over and over for his actions. by the end of it, you ended up scolding him over the fact that he couldn’t get it in his head that you didn’t think of him to be the one at fault. he thinks about that sometimes too, and he laughs at the hilarity of it all.

— azul blinks, and all of a sudden he realizes that you’re staring at him. it’s then, he realizes why, as you huff in curiosity, and ask him “is there.. something funny about the fried chicken you’ve got there?” he looks down at his plate for a moment, and becomes embarrassed at the fact that in as his thinking took over for a moment, his plate was still full in all his distraction. no wonder his stomach was rumbling, if he’d only eaten three or four bites. he coughed into his hand in his flustered state, “no, no, i was just thinking about something. don’t worry about me, angelfish…” he finally keeps eating, thankfully for him the food’s yet to go cold, to prove his point, and he has half a mind to audibly sigh a breath of relief when he sees you shake your head amusedly as if to say, ‘what am i going to do with you, azul ashengrotto?’

— though again, he notices, the way you’re careful when you do. before, you would shake your head far more dramatized and sigh as if you’d finally dropped off a weight off your shoulders that was equivalent to that of the world. now, though, you take time to make sure you don’t feel half as much of the pain you did beforehand. as he finishes his fried chicken and you finish your own meal, and he now walks you out of octavinelle to make sure you get to your dorm safely, he gleams at the fact that you were kind enough to forgive him— he loves you dearly, after all, and he speaks with genuinity. after all, you are his angelfish, and that is a role nobody but you can play.

v. schoenheit

— sometimes, when he notices you’re both free and you’re up for it, vil invites you into his dorm room for your opinions on his acting skills. of course he believes himself nothing short of perfection, but he needs an outside view to make sure this is the case. perhaps he might need a brushing up on, or extra insight on how to play a role properly. so in such an instance, why not ask for your assistance, since he views you so highly as well? vil is without a doubt you’ll be able to bring something to the table, you haven’t failed him in doing so yet, after all.

— you were nothing short of an amazing commentator, as expected. his eyes soften, though, after all, an actor is expected to see little tiny details in a person’s actions and behavior to understand the character and play their part beautifully to make it big, as he notices the way that surely, the way you’re short of breath and at times need to take a moment to cough into your arm isn’t meant to be a way to express the compliments people usually spout him with, all to say that he ‘took their breath away’. you had your own reasons, but he supposed he could say he was responsible for the taking of your breath as well—though not in a way anyone would like, or in a way he wished to.

— as pomefiore house warden, he was well renowned for his poisons. that much became very clear during vdc, as much as he thinks disdainfully of the way the event turned out for him. how could he not, when not only did he lose, but he overblotted then. it’s something he’s learned to accept, but he still thinks of it as a stain on everything he’s worked for. but particularly about his overblot, what he thinks about constantly, was how terribly it’d affected you. inhaling poison did a number on you, and he thanked the sevens over and over at the fact that you woke up that evening in the hospital. you weren’t exposed too terribly, thankfully, but that didn’t mean you were gone or all effects it had on you.

— how embarrassing, he thinks constantly. by the end of it, he played into the role of the villain anyway, poisoning the one he held dear. it was a sorrowful thought, and he admits even in such sorrow that for even just a split second, he almost felt a form of disgust at the way you forgave him so easily. perhaps though, it wasn’t directed at you, but himself. how could you possibly forgive him, after all, for the way he treated you then, and even during the days leading up to such a tragic incident whether you or he was the main focus of it all? he won’t deny, you confuse him to no end; an enigma, you are. although, he won’t put on a show to act as if though he didn’t like that part of you— it was a nice change of pace.

— the sound of applause suddenly rang in his ears, but not that of thousands of people in an audience watching his performance live; instead it is the applause of one. vil allows himself to refocus his vision, taking a break from his daydreams as he comes to be attuned to your clapping. on stage, he learned to force his inner thoughts to the back of his head, as to lessen the mistakes he might make when performing. thus, he concludes, he must’ve continued on practice acting with you as commentary, though his recognition of whatever words you might’ve spoken until that point was faint. “that was amazing vil!” you’d stopped clapping at that point, “you really put a lot of emotion into that one, i could tell.” vil stopped for a moment, humming to let you know he was processing your words, before his eyes softened one final time, a warm expression on his face. “nothing short of perfection, of course. shall i put on a play again, just in case?” and at your nod of excitement, he coughs into his hand and begins reciting his memorized lines.

[spiderfunkz]

punch → send me a prompt / thought / a lyric or a song + a character and i'll make a little blurb out of it.

thought!! tasm!peter is so summer boyfriend. I’m just imagining it’s hot out, wayyy to hot to go outside so you’re both in his apartment with the fan on full blast, just staring at each other and kissing a little bit and trying not to melt into puddles. (also he def gets freckles in the summer. I would know)

summer + tasm!peter

peter parker is so summer bf !!! he would take u on so many cute dates and buys u ice cream everytime. i wrote headcanons for this one hope thats okay🤸🤸 sorry this took a while!! no warnings this is all fluff fluff.

peter parker loves taking you on dates in the summer (he's basically an expert about it), he will plan the sweetest and cutest dates ever !! also loves planning dates based on your interests.

if you like flowers, he would immediately plan a date to the flower fields.

if you like art, boom! he buys tickets to go to an art museum.

you're crafty and loves making things? badabing badaboom, pottery painting date!

loves bringing his camera on every single date to take pictures of the pretty scenery and all the things he thinks are worth remembering but gets distracted easily and forgets to take most of them.

but he will never forget to take a picture of you. he loves taking a picture of your genuine smile or laugh. "peter delete that i look horrible! i wasn't ready yet!" — "i think you look beautiful. you are beautiful."

ughhuhehshh this man would spoil you with love letters and flowers. never hesitates to stop by at a flower shop to buy you some fresh tulips.

also brings you flowers after patrols!! — "sorry i came home late bubs, i bought you some flowers though, reminded me of you 😁." (ur room is probably filled with flowers)

his freckles def show a lot better in the summer!!! he loves lazy summer mornings where you just lay in bed, sun perfectly capturing his freckles and your cheesy smile.

picnic dates r a must!!! he would take you on farmers market trips to buy the best fruit and snacks for the picnic.

also enjoys cooking in the summer with you (he's actually a professional chef).

if it gets too hot outside you'll just spend the day in his apartment with the fan on full blast as you two try not to melt away. "mmm i wanna kiss you." — "peter it's too hot for that i can't even move."

other than that peter just love love love loveeessssss spending summer with you.

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

Hi I LOVE luis and I LOVE Serennedy and I’m SO HAPPY you have asks on!!

Anyways I was laughing to myself this morning about Luis’s first words to Leon being in English. Ik it’s just for the benefit of the players of re4r BUT I like to think that he only had to take one look at blonde, thicc, gun-clad Leon and go “yeah that’s an American, better speak English” like logically that’s a Spanish man in his isolated Spanish village, so he had no other reason to NOT speak Spanish there!!! He clocked Leon so fast lolol.

That’s not really question but wanted to share my brainrot. So uhhh, read any good Serennedy fics lately?

TUMBLR DELETED MY EXTREMELY LOMG ANSWER TO THIS AND I AM S O MAD BUT YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG MASSIVE BRAIN I JUST H A D TO DRAW YOUR CONCEPT

((Also not to plug my own art or anything but my main is @wisecrackingeric-2 if you wanna see more stuff like that!!!!))

BUT OH MY GOD?? Y E S ?????????? HOW HAVE I NEVER THOUGHT OF THIS BEFORE HOLY CRAP Leon’s big bodacious behind and jokes aside I REALLY WISH we got to see more of Luis using Spanish in casual conversation!!!!!! Like clearly he’s both VERY fluent in English and Spanish and uses them both interchangeably but GOD I WISH WE GOT TO HEAR LIKE A FULL CONVERSATION BETWEEN HIM AND MENDEZ OR SOMETHING. Like that opening scene in seperate ways???? MUWAH. IT WAS SO COOL. ANYWAYS YOUR ACTUAL QUESTION YES I HAVE S O MANY FIC RECS I CAN GIVE YOU!!!!!

‘Nothing Fades Like The Light’ by @greasedcowboy is genuinely possibly my favourite fanfiction of all time. I’ve never had to go lay down on my bathroom floor because of a fic until this one HXNEHENDIX

‘Another Time’ by @hamartia-grander is S U C H AN INCREDIBLY WELL PACED time travel fic with the most GUT WRENCHING plot twists EVER’

‘I Carry All My Sins’ by @mooseonahunt I don’t. I don’t even wanna spoil this one. Just. Just read it totally blind

‘Loves For Show’ by @theprestigegirly Is S U C H a good fake-dating slowburn fic which is H I G H PRAISE coming from someone who usually isn’t a fan of the genre!!!!!!!! Seriously if you like beautiful wording and gorgeous depictions of raw human emotion this one’s for you!!!!!!!!!!!!

‘We’ll Be Alright’ by @ugetelynx IS SO GOOD. GOD ITS SO GOOD MAN. It’s a S U P E R unique AU and the way Lynx weaves the story and takes you along the path of these two slowly learning how to live a life with one another- MWUAH. LITERALLY SO GORGEOUS. Prepare to have your soul ripped out of your ribcage

‘Redemption Of The Guilty’ by Sylanna!!!!! Again another one where I’m like just!!!! Go read it!!!!!!!! I don’t wanna spoil it!!

‘Digital Man’ by @geddy-leesbian CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AU (<- going insane pounding my fists on a wooden table)

‘Renovations’ by Gayhorrorboy IS SO CHARMING AND FULL OF GENUINE LOVE FOR THE SUBJECT AT HAND!!!!! I’ve been watching my friend work on this fic for MONTHS now and I can say with confidence it was made with so much love and care I can’t reccomend it enough!!!!

I W O U L D be tacky and add my own fics to this list but I haven’t stooped that low yet HANDHDNSJX if you’re curious though my AO3 handle is just WisecrackingEric!!!

[skzeuphoria-blog]

Okay okay okay so what about like pussy drunk Jisung who absolutely w r e c k s you when you’re too incoherent to do anything, or he’s the first person to ever finger/eat you out and it’s in his studio (the fingering/eating you out) bc you’re just the tiniest bit needy and too tempting for him to focus on his work. Or the most dominant lee know with a pain kink that becomes a problem bc like a paper cut is bad news and the two of you try to keep it a secret from the members as to why you go missing for a bit after he stubs his toe or hits his hand on smt, until he ends up somehow cutting his hand while chopping vegetables (which isn’t supposed to happen bc it’s Minho), and it’s a HUGE problem bc he gets so incredibly horny that you’ve barely pulled out the Bandai’s before he’s fingering the hell out of you and the members find out bc they hear y’all banging I’m sorry this is so long😭

omg first of all tysm for requesting this!! you're legit the first person to do so and im so sorry if i'm late to answering this. i deleted the app and i had stuff going on and completely forgot to check tumblr... also fair warning this is my second time EVER writing something like this so i have ZERO experience but keep the ideas coming tyty!! this is very rushed because I wanted to get something out to you and i had no idea in what style to write so i just put something together quickly and you can always request something else anyway....

I absolutely love the idea of going over to Jisung's apartment to "study" (you had a wet dream the night before and was kind of needy) and to get some "help" (you want to get touched sexually) by Jisung.

You'd open up your textbooks and computer but within 10 minutes you were already staring at Jisung, imagining your dirty fantasies that you didn't even know you had before.

You weren't a prude but you've never had the opportunity to act out any fantasies even small ones due to a lack of boyfriends.

You noticed your cheeks burning up and looked away quickly trying to open another textbook but as you were doing that you knocked a glass full of water over, causing it to spill all over the floor. You'd gasped and say, "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! It was an accident I swear" Jisung would laugh in response saying that it was okay and he knew you were clumsy. You'd hurry to the kitchen to get paper towels and run back. As you would bend over, wiping the floor dry Jisung could catch a glimpse of your ass (and the wet spot that was starting to form).

He'd soon, too, would start to imagine you bending over and him fucking you raw, telling you to focus on your task but the feeling of Jisung being in you raw would be too much and you'd start telling me to go faster and harder.

Jisung would inevitably get uncomfortable by the growing tent in his pants and trying to cover it up with a pillow from the couch.

You'd look over at him and wondered why he looked so flustered and red.

Jisung would groan, throwing his head back "Ah Y/N, I can't take it anymore, this is too much." Jisung would definitely be cocky towards you and very straightforward. No beating around the bus with Jisung. Direct is the way to go.

He'd reveal his bulge he's been hiding under a pillow and you'll look at him with the most innocent angel eyes that always drove him crazy.

He'd tell you to come over and sit next to him. At that point, you were like putty, willing to do anything for Jisung. He had you (and your pussy soon) wrapped around his finger.

He would tell you to remove your clothes and in less than 5 seconds they would be off of you and on his floor.

He'd maintain eye contact as he would tease the entrance to your pussy, making you gasp. You'd quietly ask for more but he'd tell you to speak up like a good girl. Saying it louder, he'd oblige and put his whole finger in slowly, making you gasp even louder.

He'd look at you intensely, his finger going in out, exploring every inch of your insides making you moan.

To Jisung, your moans were the prettiest music he's ever heard. He'd love to hear them on repeat.

Begging him to go faster, gripping his body, he would oblige and go faster. You'd moan and say a curse of strings that Jisung would get turned on by. He loves it when your pretty mouth curses.

You'd finally cum on finger, shaking all over.

THERE IDK WHAT I WROTE SORRY ALSO IT WASNT TOO LONG IT'S JUST LATE AND IM TIRED BUT I WANTED TO ANSWER THIS ASAP