#it always felt so much more real. it was like cause & effect. now it's just ???? i don't even know. it's just bizarre is what it is.

[saintjosie]

hi! no idea if you take asks like this but thought i'd try. i'm writing a transfem character in a fanfic (in canon they are a cis guy, i just headcanon her as trans), specifically about effects of estrogen. i'm doing a lot of research but i was wondering if there's anything specific you think would be important to know? ty in advance if you do answer! <3

oooh what a fun ask!

having recently taken a stab at writing some fanfic myself, i think the things that would be the most helpful are the things that are more anecdotal because i’d imagine those would be the things that would help get inside her head.

first, there’s a lot of stuff about some of the physical changes out there like softer skin, thinner body hair (but not necessarily less) boob growth, fat redistribution, changes to color perception, eyes and lips appearing bigger because of skin changes and fat redistribution etc. but also really important to writing a trans character is the pacing of the those changes.

the changes are slow. much much slower than most people want. there’s a specific frustration in the slowness because while some changes happen quickly, other take years. and also frustration in comparison. some people see changes within weeks or even days. some people don’t see anything for months or years.

in my own personal experience, everything happened FAST. within a few DAYS i had the beginnings of breast buds. within a few weeks skin had visibly softened and changed texture, especially on my face. but other things took more time. i didn’t really have real boobs until 2.5-3 years in, even though i saw other people with the same timeframe or shorter have much more breast development. the patience required can be excruciating but also the joy is overwhelming and it’s a constant cycle.

and another thing i don’t see talked about too much bc it’s hard to qualify and sometimes hard for some people to notice are the way i process emotions and the way i think about things. now HUGE caveat, some people will use this as a way to justify bio-essentialism and transmedicalism and so it’s very important to note that this is MY experience and uniquely interacts with my own journey.

when i started hrt, within a few hours of taking the first dose, i felt different. not physically, but almost as if there was a peace in my soul because my mind became less cloudy and i could differentiate my emotions more clearly. and i used to think this is because t-blockers means no t and no t means less angry but trans mascs would tell me that their experience with t is the same and not the opposite. i’ve now realized that kind of thinking was actually invalidating to trans mascs on t. and ive realized that its actually because testosterone didn’t feel right in my body and removing it from the equation helped me understand myself better. i had always experienced emotions in this way and my discomfort with my body had stopped me from understanding the complexity and nuance with how i was feeling.

and it took me YEARS to understand what had happened. and it happened alongside of being in therapy and a lot of personal growth. hrt was the catalyst but it was the effort i put into growth that made the difference.

if you have any more questions, i’d love to share more cause i think it would be fantastic if more people who were not trans fem would be able to write trans fem characters with substance, nuance, and complexity! it’s difficult but important and thank you for attempting to do so and approaching this with respect!

[scekrex]

fuck me ive been having brainrot

adam who flirts with his partner to watch their face go gold

(as a poc person he would adore it since gold looks amazing on us)

You've already read this but I had to turn that into a little something hehehehe

Gold is a divine color, luckily you're the most divine person to exist

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & sexual tension

note: beta read by @drxgonspine

Adam loved complimenting you, not only because it let you know how he thought of you, but also because the golden blush that always crept up your neck so easily until it reached your cheeks looked absolutely gorgeous on you.

When he had first figured out that the winner's blood was golden - a pure and divine color - he had thought of it as useless, unnecessary and a stupid decision made by God, because what was the point of changing somebody’s blood color anyways? But oh how that view on this changed when he met you - the most divine angel to walk heaven’s streets. He had never really put any thought into the fact that a changed blood color would also mean that the blush on the winner's skins would appear gold instead of red-pink ish.

But then he had flirted with you - at first it had been an act of getting your attention with no real meaning behind those words, he had flirted with plenty of people before. Yes, most of them had been women and yes, it was way harder for a dude - especially a dude like Adam - to hit on other men, but you? With you it felt so natural to be flirty.

“Sup Shawty,” he cockily grinned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder lazily as if it had always meant to be that way, a slight golden blush spread on your cheeks, yet it was so light that the normal eye would have easily missed it if the person would not have been focusing on it.

Adam though, had been focusing on the beautiful blush - he had been for a while now. That was also why he knew that it was so easy to cause that blush to appear because even after years and years of being in a relationship, that was one thing that had never changed. “Shut up,” you mumbled as you turned your face away from the first man, your wing coming up to shield your side in order to block his view.

Adam was very much not having it though.

“No need to hide your handsome face, babes, I know what your ass looks like when it gets all flustered,” the stupidly cocky grin was not leaving his face for even the slightest moment, in fact it only grew as you raised your wing even more and ducked down your head to properly hide behind white feathers.

“Adam,” you hissed in an alarming tone, making it clear that he should better shut his mouth. Not that you were truly minding it, but you knew he was just teasing and you were having none of it, not when you desperately wanted your body to stop doing what it was doing giving Adam the pleasure he was seeking in seeing you blushing.

“Oh c’mon, we both know you like it,” the brunette leaned in as he effortlessly pushed your wing aside so that his lips were brushing against your ear as he continued to speak, “You’re such a handsome fucker, you should not hide behind those stupid feathers.”

The blush that had only been spreading on your cheeks at first was now slowly creeping down your neck, all the way down to the top of your chest, painting you in the most angelic color Adam was ever allowed to lay eyes onto. A golden tan was covering your skin, causing you to look pure - well, purer than you normally looked. “Fucking love it when ya get all flustered over some words,” he hummed in your ear, his voice suddenly sounding deeper than just a moment before - you were done. He had you exactly where he wanted you and he made it obvious that he would not back down, not when the golden flush looked so divine on you.

No, he wanted to keep that look on your skin for as long as possible. The fact that his words made you feel good about yourself was a nice side effect in his eyes.

You forcefully grabbed Adam by his collar, yanking him down further until he was on your eye level as you hissed, “Listen bitch, if you start something, you’ll fucking finish it, got that?” The grin on Adam’s lips remained and it was driving you insane in the best way possible. You were aware that his only goal was to watch you get flustered and blushy, but God knew he also loved to rile you up. A thing you could not deny: you were quite easy to rile up - at least for Adam because somehow that man knew exactly how to push your buttons and get you where he wants you. “Is that supposed to be a threat, hotstuff,” his lips were brushing against yours as he spoke, “Or is it an invitation?”

[miharuhebinata]

i know i haven't been watching so i don't actually know for sure, but season 4 sounds boring as hell. sorry

[soulren]

Go spend some time on male pattern baldness or male(AMAB) balding forums/subreddits and such. I did after realizing it is happening to me and the ammount of people who truly don't realize how BRUTALLY it tanks people's confidence and mental health is insane.

There's no cure to baldness by the way, and it can start at any time and there's no way to predict how fast or slow it will go. The only real working option is a daily pill that usually just halts it, but it can stop working or just slow it down or cause major side effects. To regrow you have to use a daily topical solution, or use a roller to wound your scalp. None of these are surefire by the way, and if you stop them you'll just lose your hair and whatever you regained. It's a daily involved thing that might not work and often at best just retains. The best drug, the one that occasionaly gives regrowth, also causes shedding at the start, and can have side effects from growing breasts to brain fog to EDsyfunction(sorry, censoring cause tumblr). Now, those are INCREDIBLY rare and almost never happen but it weighs heavily on the mind of those already spiraling.

But that's just background. What I'm here to talk about is the pure woe you'll see on those forums. People speak as though their lives are over, as though they've lost every chance of finding a woman(predominantly, there's a running idea in such places that women don't like bald men or like them less) or doing anything. You can read countless stories of people who describe that they no longer go outside, are now filled with anxiety and self-hate, have gone from extroverted to never showing their face. And some of these people are kids who lost their hair in high school or even before, or are holding as best they can to a very receded hairline and feel like there is nothing they can do.

And then there's something touched upon far less in those communities, but is important to bring up here; baldness and masculinity. There's the horror of knowing so much of society sees a bald guy as a very masculine guy, at seeing that the best advice for being hot and bald is "grow and beard and big muscles bro". Imagine now you're AMAB balding and nonbinary, or a trans woman who doesn't want to be on hormones.

Just genuinely take the time to look at those forums no matter who you are. Understand what these people go through, what I am currently going through. It is soul-crushing, spiraling, brutal. I have the dream of one day being like Brennan Lee Mulligan or Matt Mercer and starting to lose my hair made me feel like I could never. I felt like and still feel like I would have to be masculine, have to be a bro-y dude, have to look older than I was(I'm fuckin 22). It was the feeling that I could never dress feminine again, never present as a woman when I wanted to again, that I'd always be viewed as a bald guy before anything else.

This is an incredibly vulnerable post for me, and I hope it reaches you all as well in a kind and understanding mood. There's a tendency online for people to joke about baldness, to make fun of it, to treat it as a playfull silly thing but it fucking ruins lives, and it shouldn't. It happens to half the population's sort of bodies and very often. It should just be a neutral thing. You don't need long hair to be feminine, you don't need hair to be feminine. You don't need hair for anything. I guess I'm just saying in general that everyone should be kinder about balding, more understanding, and view it with as much import as they'd view the pixels between this sentence and the next. None at all, I mean.

And for those like me, very feminine guys who wanna keep that and don't want a beard and are terrified of balding, here's some names and I do hope others that see this will add more; Mr. Bruce (also in The Correspondents(band) Alex Ward in LA By Night Jason Carl in LA By Night Cecil Baldwin of Welcome To Night Vale Bob The Drag Queen RuPaul(in looks alone, I know about the whole fracking stuff but this post is about looks) tananasho on instagram Also your mannerisms and style of dress will convey femininity far more than your hair. Yea sure a front-on neutral shot of you may not and maybe you need makeup and stuff, and hell maybe a lot of people might reject you more but it'll just filter down to the people for you.

And to all you artists and writers and creatives; make more bald characters. Try it out. Feminine ones, masculine ones, all sorts. None of the copout nonhuman sort, just dudes and girls and mates and individuals who are all sorts of things and also bald. It might make a few of the people going through the various vortexes of pain that balding causes feel a bit better.

And to those noticing I did not adress female hair loss much here, that was intentional. I am AMAB and currently a nonbinary guy who goes by any pronouns but often likes to present as fem. I learned I was possibly losing my hair and lost two months of my life, no work or going or anything, to male hair loss forums and research and spiraling. Checking my hair twenty times a day, unable to sleep, unable to eat, unable to think. And my situation was NOT unique, but it also did not give me any experience or understanding of female hair loss and what AFAB people may go through with that, so I don't feel knowledgeable enough to speak on it. Also living with baldness WILL get easier and you will find something that works for it, by virtue of simply living with it. Things get easier with time.

[nottsangel]

hi bae! tbh anything you touch is magic so i’m requesting. maybe a cockwarming fic with jj? maybe he’s teasing you and seeing how far you go before you need him for real? 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cockwarming

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“God, you’re so beautiful” JJ said as he eyed you up and down, his hands behind his head and a smirk on his face that slightly revealed his dimple. You were standing in front of him as you gradually removed every piece of clothing you were wearing, stripping down until you were completely naked with JJ’s eager gaze lingering on your figure.

The two of you had just returned from a party, and you couldn’t keep your hands off him all night, as alcohol had that effect on you. He told you to wait until you got home but you couldn’t help yourself and he had enough. So this was your punishment— cockwarming him until he was satisfied. Until you had learned your lesson.

“Come here, baby” JJ said, extending his arms to you as you walked closer to him. His warm hands pulled you by your hips, his touch giving you goosebumps all over your body. You fully undressed him as well and placed your legs on each side of him as you got on his lap.

“Remember, no moving” JJ warmed with a stern expression as you nodded. He gently guided you onto him, making sure you felt every inch of him entering you. He hissed at the sensation as he tightened his grip on you. He felt so big inside of you, causing your eyes to flutter shut for a moment as you adjusted to the feeling. He grabbed the remote control and turned on the tv as you placed your head on his shoulder in an attempt to control yourself. You felt so desperate. All you wanted to do right now was to move up and down on him, feeling every part of his cock inside of you. But you were fully aware that if you did so, he wouldn’t let you cum. So, you closed your eyes, dug your nails into his arms and tried desperately to resist all your urges.

“You’re doing good, sweetheart” JJ whispered, causing you to feel butterflies at his praise. He kissed you before returning his attention to the tv. He was watching a comedy show you didn’t recognise but you focused on the sounds to gather yourself. It was all fine, you thought to yourself. You actually believed you could keep going like this for a while. He was sitting still with his hands resting on your hips, drawing slow circles on your skin with his thumb. He didn’t move an inch— until he laughed. You felt him twitch and move inside of you every time he did. It was unbearable. And that’s when you realised. He did this on purpose. He intentionally put on a comedy show just to tease you. You cursed at him in your head. But you couldn’t give in. Not yet.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he whispered into your ear with a smirk on his face. God, you could see how much he enjoyed this. It annoyed you. But you also couldn’t ignore the growing wetness between your legs. It was agonising— him being so deep inside of you, nudging at your g-spot but not having permission to move.

“JJ… I can’t take it any longer” you whined, hoping he would finally let you move. All you longed for at this moment was to feel his cock massaging your walls so perfectly, like always. You‘ve been waiting all night for it.

“So?” he teased while moving a bit, causing you to moan.

“Can I move?” you asked as he looked at you, his eyebrows raised, “P-please? I promise I’ll be good”

A smile appeared on his face, this time fully showing his dimple. His hands moved slowly to your ass as he brought his head closer to yours.

“That’s my girl. Go ahead princess”

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[euaphoric]

“YOU MAKE ME SO PROUD”

✩‧₊˚ pairing — jungkook x f!reader

✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, smut, dom jk/sub reader, sloppy kissing, biting?, piv, exchange of bodily fluids (saliva & c*m), this is kinda nasty lol srry **ik i said i wasn’t gonna post during my vacay but i just couldn’t help it ig ..>.<

he looks like a dream. effortlessly flawless even post workout, his damp hair sticking to his face with streaks of sweat running alongside his neck. you weren’t making it obvious enough that you’re pretty much drooling over your eye candy of a boyfriend; never being able to control yourself when you see him in that state (or at all to be completely frank), nearing impossible to contain a somewhat normal composure. as soon as he came back in the bedroom you practically pounced on him like a kitten, straddling his thigh between your legs. “damn baby, i was only gone for an hour,” a crafty smirk plastered across his face at your neediness “missed me that bad?” his thigh tensed up under you causing a light whimper to escape from your lips, you nod, “mhmm, i always miss you… need to always be with you.” it was kinda pathetic to admit but very true, every waking moment you spent without him felt utterly miserable, it could be a second, a minute, an hour; you were bound by him and his presence.

leaning further into him as you bat your lashes, closing the space between you — pouty lips brushing up against his ever so slightly to tease him just a little. he was so pretty and perfect — and all yours. you still can’t believe he’s real sometimes, you could cry by just staring at him. a hand sneaks behind your ear, carefully tucking pieces of hair behind it; a set of plush lips met with yours to bloom into a slow but passionate kiss. the abrasive metal of his lip ring grazes against your bottom lip, no matter the copious amounts you kiss it never manages not to leave you shivering under him. you purr into his mouth out of desperation, grinding your soaked core against his toned thigh for an ounce of stimulation. his free hand snaked up to your back, gliding his fingertips underneath your dainty tank top tracing lines along your spine, engraving shallow crescents with his nails. your lips part open at the brush of his tongue, wrapping it around yours, he had far more of a lasting effect than any kind of drug, intoxicated by his sinful taste.

his embrace felt all the more than loving — it was familiar, warm, and protective. skin on skin, body to body; beautifully unraveling as one. your mouth flew open when he slid himself in but no audible noise came out — it was but a silent scream. he was sporting a semi-hard on but once fully submerged and accustomed to you tightening around him your walls could feel his length slowly swell up inside you, it was one of those indescribable feelings you cherish forever. “better start moving baby, this dicks not gonna ride itself.” he demanded, slightly bucking his hips up to feel some motion, “or do i have to fuck the daylights outta you instead, hm?” that offer was extremely tempting, but it’s not like he’s just going to do that later. “n-no, wanna ride you kookie… i’ll start moving” you mutter, shakily rutting your hips against him, he fills you up so perfectly as if his cock was designed solely for you. placing both palms on his broad shoulders for anchorage while raising your hips to now finally properly ride his fully erect member. “fuck… s-so big— so full..” you don’t think you’ll ever get used to how he stuffs you completely. his low grunts were the most melodic tone to your ears, along with his heavy panting and nails digging into the dips of your hips — he had your head spinning.

jungkook was enthralled with the fact only he could have you like this, a pretty little whiny mess just for him. his cock throbbing in you intensely made you clench around the thickness, mouth falling back open to reveal a long strand of your saliva, this only brought him more joy as he pulled you in for another kiss, moaning nonstop into his mouth. you picked up a steady rhythm while riding him, moving up and down as you tangle your fingers in his raven locks, feverishly making out with him. it all felt too good, he felt amazing, it became almost too much for you. you gnawed at his lower lip when you pulled slightly away, leaving another string of your spit connected together; he drove you madly insane. his attention went soaring elsewhere now, producing wet kisses along your side profile, to your neck, gently sucking and biting on the skin to admit a reaction. a deliberate shriek leaves your mouth, feeling your muscles tighten as you tremble, he left more faint love bites to your collarbone and visible bite marks to your shoulder. he notices your struggle to stay balanced and shifts his arm, decorated with the prettiest tattoos, firmly on your waist to keep you in place. “i love how you take this dick like a pro babe, you make me so proud every time.” he praised, his encouraging words help you build quicker stamina, bouncing on his cock as if you were deprived of it for months.

“you know i love you right princess?” he husks, assuring that this’ll always mean something more than just sex to him, you were far from disposable, his love runs deeper than you could ever imagine. “y-yes kookie, i do. i love you t-too— oh fuck!” your head plunges backward when he thrusts his cock back into you to match your movements, bringing one of his veiny hands to come rub your ass, sinking you further into him. you kept a steady pace as you lower your middle finger to play with your swollen clit as you rode him, the extra stimulation to your nub had your head dropping lower in reverse. you were so excruciatingly wet all you could hear were his hard breaths mixed with your soaking heat slamming into his cock, only thing running through your mind was getting to milk him empty once you both reach your climax. a moan slips the both of your lips in unison as you squeeze your eyes shut from euphoric sense of pleasure, “no no, look at me baby— keep ‘em open.” he ordered. your eyes flicker open once again, obediently following his rules, giving him the eye contact he so desperately craves.

“love looking at this pretty face every single fucking day,” he groans, still holding your hips securely in his grasp, “mine, mine, mine.” each time he’d say it another deep stroke would slam into your cervix. a final hit to your sweet spot had you trembling under him, crying out his name while screaming at the top of your lungs — you can tell he was getting close too by his chest heaving and sultry grunts and moans laced with an endless loop of your name being said. your face contorts from your nearing orgasm imploding you, the o-shape formation of your lips taking over, “g-gonna cum koo… can feel it!” a drawn-out sigh leaving your breath as you catch it, “go ahead baby, let go for me. you have my permission.” he grants your undying wish with those words, chasing your high as you finally let go, cream leaking down the sides of his cock. “fuck, so good, such a good girl for me.” he felt himself closer to the edge, “where do you want my cum this time babe?” he asks impatiently. “in mouth pleathe.” you offer generously, getting up to open wide and let him dump all his hot cum eagerly down your throat. you swallowed it all in one gulp, revealing your spotless tongue; everything you do makes him so proud to call you his. <3

[taehyuncult]

taesan + facesitting

warnings: fem!reader, facesitting ofc, one mention of insecurity, way too much detail, bit of hair pulling, dirty talk, one smack, male masturbation, use of his real name, bro eats pussy like he hasn’t eaten in 17 days, cum eating.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT! MDNI

one day dongmin became curious about face-sitting. little did he know, that was something you really wished to try out. he trusts you a lot, so he knows he can tell you something he’s curious about without any sort of hesitation. he would come to you all excited and say he’d want to try something new, which you were always up for.

you two would go through your usual heavy petting + messy makeout session as he undresses you with a sort of urgency. it made you even more excited as to what he wanted to try, he didn’t tell you right away as he wanted to surprise you. once all clothes were torn away, he’d look at you for a second, out of breath from kissing you, and ask “can you sit on my face?” it would be so blunt, catching you off guard. your cheeks would heat up from his bluntness, but also from the fact that you love the idea of sitting on his pretty face. “are you sure? what if i crush you?” you said as your head tilted down with a bit of insecurity. “no! please, it would be so hot! i don’t care if you crush me, i’ll gladly suffoca-” “HAN DONGMIN!” you scolded him as you felt the presence of heat on your face get warmer. he was trying to make light of your insecurity, which you appreciated, but still the vulgarity of it all was a bit embarrassing.

“are you sure?” you asked with a shaky voice as he quickly got into position, comfortable on his back as he reached his hand out. “yes! please, i want you to so bad!” he’d say as you took his hand, straddling his torso with a bit of caution. “if i crush you just push me off, okay?” you’d say with a stern voice. he shook his head, looking up at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes, then would promise you that he would. “now put that cute pussy on my face!” he’d say with a goofy smile as he witnessed your eyes widen, then roll at his boldness.

you hesitantly moved up his body, getting into place. the view of him underneath you was more than enough to already make your mind fuzzy. once he was eye level with your pussy, he latched his arms around your thighs. he essentially put you in place, holding you tightly as his fingernails were digging into the soft skin of your thighs. you hadn’t even fully sat on his face yet and he was already this excited? it made you smile to yourself seeing the effect this position had on him.

“r-ready?” you said as you felt the butterflies in your tummy get more intense. he nodded his head as you gently took your seat on your boyfriend’s face. he wasn’t pleased with how lightly you were sitting on him, he was disappointed you would even think to hover, so he took matters into his own hands. “no hovering!” he said as he smacked your thigh, and pushed your thighs down, smothering his face with your already soaked pussy.

“wait- hold on!” you whined out as he start licking all around your folds like a madman. normally, he would lick you with controlled movements, paying attention to your every reaction. it was almost as if this act was causing him more pleasure than you. you weren’t complaining, though, the sight of him losing his cool underneath you was such a turn on.

he stopped for a moment to speak absolute filth to you. “you’re so pretty, taste so so good, god- i could eat this pussy forever.” he said, completely breathless as he gripped even tighter onto your thighs, pushing you down even closer to him. the sensation of his tongue licking all around your clit, all the sensitive spots of your pussy, was so good. the combination of his words, made you throw your head back. “g-good so fucking good.” you felt him smile into your body as he continued using his tongue against you. it was practically like he was making out with your cunt at this point with the way he was kissing, licking it all over.

the next move took you completely by surprise, though. his tongue fully penetrated your soaked cunt, pumping the muscle in and out of your body. “f-fuck dongmin! that’s too much!” you cried out at the sensation. you grabbed onto his hair in desperation, feeling yourself already growing close from just how intensely hot this moment was. you started to rock back and forth, riding his face all while tugging on his hair. “keep going- almost there.” you said as you felt your high even closer now. you felt yourself so close to the edge when you noticed a wet sound coming from something other than his mouth latched onto your pussy.

“oh my god are you touching yourself?” you asked, completely shocked. you felt him smile into your body again, nodding enthusiastically as you heard him continue to pump himself. in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t stop it, it was all too much. you felt the pressure in your tummy finally release. you threw your head back, finishing so hard from everything going on. from the face sitting to the grip he had on your body to him unashamedly playing with his cock, it was almost too much to handle. he helped you ride through your orgasm, making sure you enjoyed every second of it.

you were absolutely on cloud nine. your head felt dizzy as that had been one of the best orgasms you think you’ve had in your entire life. “enough, please.” you said to him as you pulled him away by his hair, not even realizing what you had done as you were too overwhelmed with sensitivity. he moaned out at the sensation. you got off him, throwing your body into the soft sheets right next to him. you immediately snuggled up to him, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. “that was-” “so fucking hot!” he finished your sentence for you, your eyes closed with tiredness as you felt like all your energy had been taken from you, but you could tell he was smiling as he said it. you took a second to gather yourself, then opened your eyes to see a mouthwatering sight in front of you.

“dongmin, did you cum all over yourself?” you asked, completely dumbfounded seeing the ropes of cum all along his stomach. “huh? oh, i guess i did.” he said as he smiled at you. you took your fingers, lightly tracing along his stomach, collecting some of his essence on your fingers. you licked it up from your fingers all while looking directly at him. “guess i should return the favor, huh?” you smiled at him, feeling a sudden surge of energy. “maybe you should, i was so good for you.” he said as you smirked at each other. this was going to be a long night.

end.

[babygorewhore]

His Little Angel

After watching your favorite Only fans member, one who wears a Ghostface mask, you wish you could see him in real life. When you attend Midsummer, you’re shocked at who’s the owner of that voice. Rafe Cameron.

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Disclaimer: Girl in photo is just for aesthetic! I don’t look like that myself so it’s okay lol

Warnings! Female and male masterbation! Porn! Mask kink! Degrading! Blow Job!! No plot. Very little proof reading

Your clit was swollen and sore as your vibrator relentlessly moved , your eyes squeezed shut. Another night on only fans, moaning loud enough that you almost scared yourself and your spine curled on the bed.

“My pretty little angel, coming on my cock? Your pretty pussy is so soft, I can’t get enough.” His voice was addictive. Even if it was just from your phone.

After the third time, you finally pulled it away and panted. Your naked sweaty body underneath your cool room brought you to clean yourself up with a discarded shirt. You liked it messy but you didn’t want it completely running down your legs.

Ghostface just had that effect on you. He was your favorite Only fans star.

You had subscribed last month, paying the maximum amount of money to get the most exclusive content. Personal messages and his own nickname for you. Little Angel or Angel. Which was the ironic purpose because you were anything but. Every night spreading your legs eagerly to a man in a mask. He wore others but this one was your favorite. He wouldn’t reveal his face.

But he was tall, muscular with strong, long fingers and a thick, pulsing cock he finished stroking and cum spilled from the tip at the end of the video.

God, you wanted to blow him. Choke on whatever he gave you with no complaints. His voice was raspy and almost pleading at times.

But he was dominant. Everything you did was to his will.

You did exchange one picture with him. One where you were wearing your prettiest bra and panties after you came. Your cheeks were red, hair messy and your eyes glassy. You needed him to see the effect he had on you.

“Pretty little angel. Fucked out for me. You’re so fucking hot and so wet.” His message was always teasing. Ending just when you needed them to reach their peak. He did it on purpose.

You had a fantasy. Him breaking into your house with the mask, tying you to the bed and ripping off the mask before he buried his face in your cunt. The very idea caused your pussy to quiver. You watched another video and came again

Midsummer was the last thing you wanted to participate in. Even though you were technically a Kook, you hated the snobby assholes who looked down at anyone beneath them. Your parents weren’t like that, even when they worked closely with the worst of them.

The Cameron’s. The very name of the family made you want to gag. Okay, you hadn’t met them but you heard horror stories from Kiera, a girl you used to babysit as a teenager when she was in middle school, that they were evil. Especially the oldest. Rafe. He was a bully, stuck up and always got what he wanted. Including the company when Ward died on a tragic suicide on his own boat.

You wore a long, slick dress with high heels and a flower crown. Your hair spilling around your face and sweat proof makeup.

You felt pretty even though you dread seeing all these people. They knew you as a little girl, running around and following your rich parents. But you were so much more than that, especially as an adult.

Kiera waved at you and you returned it with a smile. The twinkling lights, gentle music and sunset was a beautiful picture as the dance floor filled. But your mind thought about Ghostface. What was he doing right now? Working his regular job? Planning more content? For you? Your cheeks warmed with memories. How dirty was that? Thinking about fucking a man in a mask while sweet couples swayed on the wood floor in front of you?

A few men offered to dance and you accepted. Awkwardly staring at their faces as they moved their hands too low on your waist but it was the most action you got in months other than your toys.

You were bored now. You had a fake smile, stood next to your parents for an hour before you decided to change scenery.

The inside of the house wasn’t as crowded but people still talked while holding drinks in clear glasses. A variety of ages were there, especially with staff. You recognized Topper, he used to be close with the Cameron’s before their daughter stayed with the Pouges. But currently he and a black male were talking shit to a blonde boy carrying a tray of drinks.

Frowning, you went to follow them to stop the scene when your father called you over, you didn’t know they came in.

“Sweetheart, I want you to meet someone!” Turning, your eyes widened.

Rafe Cameron, who was wearing a blue tux gave you an alluring dark look and smile. His hair was slicked back, exposing his perfect bone structure and pink lips. He loomed over you and even your dad with his height as you stood in the circle.

“Hi,” You clipped and stuck out your hand. His large hand was warm and strong as he shook yours.

“Rafe was just telling us how nice it was to finally see you after hearing so much, weren’t you?” Your mothers intentions were obvious as you tried not to roll your eyes. Yeah, he’s hot but he’s also an asshole.

“You’re as pretty as an angel.”

You stumbled back, slipping onto the floor, legs bent as you fell on the floor.

“Oh god! Baby, are you okay?” Your dad gasped.

Oh my god. His voice.

The nickname??

This couldn’t be real. This could not happen. Rafe was faster and wrapped his arm around your waist, bending down to lift you to your feet. He brought you close, almost chest to chest as his hand settled on your hip. “Are you okay?”

You swallowed hard and started stuttering. “Um-I’m okay I-uh you-“ You snapped your mouth shut as he gave you a smirk. Oh, he knew you alright. You sent him a fucking picture after you touched yourself to his porn and now he was holding you up.

Tightly.

“Here, I’ll take her to make sure she’s alright.” Rafe told your parents, his brows pulled together in concern-real or not as your mother nodded.

“Oh you’re such a gentleman,” She gave you a subtle pinch on your arm as his arm tightened around your body.

You expected him to just walk you to the nearest room but instead he picked you up bridal style, your feet flying as he secured you easily.

Was this really happening? Rafe Cameron was Ghostface on Only fans and now he was carrying you down a hallway where there wasn’t anyone to be found.

“My little angel, acting like such a sweet girl. No one knows how much of a slut you actually are.” He popped open a door, exposing an empty room with a table and chairs after whispering in your ear, his teeth gently grazing the skin.

You breathed sharply as he set you down, pushing your legs apart with his knee. “I’ve been dying to finally fuck this mouth that’s always moaning for me,” He growled. “This time without that fucking mask.”

“Rafe-“ You began but he shoved two fingers in your mouth to the back of your throat. His warm breath fanning your face as spit pooled from your mouth.

You gagged and rolled your head back. He’d made himself spill with this exact hand. He circled them slowly. “I’ve been wondering how that sounded from you.”

Without warning he grabbed a fist full of your hair and forced you from the table onto your knees. “And now, my angel is going to be my fucking whore.” He growled and tapped your cheek after pulling out his digits.

“Open that filthy mouth and do exactly what you’re made for.”

Your polished nails frantically moved to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his suit pants. His black boxers made him look like a model on a men’s magazine as his hard dick leaked precum as you pulled them down. It hung heavily in front of you as your cunt tightened around nothing.

Rafe took a hold of his cock and slapped your cheek with it. “Stick out your tongue,” He ordered and you obeyed. You wanted to please him. Be used by him and his commands were so fucking hot you could have came in your panties just from that.

Hearing his voice again stirred a raging fire inside you as you opened your mouth and sucked him like a lollipop. You pulled back to sloppily lick the sides, a pool of spit on your neck as your lips took him in. Rafes fingers in your hair pulled so tight more tears streamed down your face and stained your cheeks with makeup.

He started thrusting and hitting the back of your throat as he started fucking your face. “Such a fucking little slut. Not an angel anymore, huh? A cock sucking bitch.” His degradation only turned you on more as you slurped and took it.

“I’m always taking care of you, now you get to return the fucking favor.” Rafe grunted and pulled even harder. “I’m gonna cum down your slutty throat.”

True to his word, he spilled into and all over your mouth. When he finally let you go, you coughed and wiped your lips. Lipstick was all over the back of your hand. Rafe took out his phone as he adjusted himself back into his pants. A flash clicked and you leaned back, doe eyes wide.

“Now, I have my own little picture when I jerk off.” He gave you a wink and bent down, “And don't wipe your face. Everyone is gonna know exactly who’s cock you’ve sucked.”

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summary: just some quick pwp with your favorite hoochie daddies cw: fem!bodied reader | smut | established relationship | taesoo: outdoor sex, breeding | corrupt cop!jichang: power imbalance, orgasm denial, semi public sex | husband!dg: overstimulation | p in v | all characters featured are 18+ wc: 4.4k total, ~1.3k each (??? tbh taesoo's is probably the longest) an: to my bbs who requested taesoo + breeding and dg + overstimulating his housewife. a million kisses for yall 💖💖💖💖 i threw jichang in the collection bc...why not.

──★ ˙ ̟TAESOO

It’s the end of the summer and the temperature has cooled down but it’s not so cold that when Taesoo pleads for you to go camping with him and get away from the usual chaos of the city you don’t deny him. The man’s affinity for nature and the outdoors occasionally makes him seem feral; but the only animalistic urges within him seem to be provoked by your presence. 

It’s the very reason why after a mere ten minutes of stargazing together, Taesoo finds himself drunk on the fragrance of your pheromones and crawling on top of you, holding himself above you while his arms cage you in. His strong frame effectively blocks you from seeing beyond him, making you lose your place among the stars after so much straining of your eyes to search for constellations in the night sky. You suppose there’s no real issue with letting Taesoo be your brightest star when he’s always managed to leave you awestruck…

As much as you want to whine about the male being so needy, the way he starts kissing your neck clears away any complicated thoughts from your pretty little head. There was no use in complaining if you were perfectly content with letting Taesoo become your entire universe; his lips warming your skin like rays of the sun. His natural magnetism doesn’t just pull you in, but it totally consumes you in the same way a black hole would. 

It’s truly primal how Taesoo pins you under his body weight, hands pawing at your clothes and pushing the fabric out of the way to get to where he wants. Lost in the sensation of harsh bites and nips at the column of your throat, you don’t even notice him slipping his cock out of his pants and lining it up to your hole that was slick and ready for him as per usual. It’s only when he sinks inside of you, a shocked gasp falls from your lips at the stretch. Writhing against the blanket beneath you, the little pebbles in the sediment that once bothered you felt like nothing as you’re now focused on the sensation of your walls trying to accommodate his girthy length invading your insides. 

“Oh baby, you’re squeezing me so tight. You need to relax.” Taesoo groans out, a cheeky smirk spreading across his lips despite the fact he was reeling from the pleasure of your warm walls hugging his cock brings him. “Unless…you like it when it hurts a little?”

Your cheeks become hot at his snide remark, causing you to weakly slap his shoulder in retaliation. Smiling even wider now, he bucks into you slowly and eases more of his length into your pussy; feeling the way you get wetter—practically soaking him— to permit him deeper inside of you.  Arms snaking behind your knees to get a firmer hold on your hips, he buries his cock to the hilt within you; balls squashed against the cleft of your ass.

“Taking me so well, princess.” Taesoo hisses the praise, rough fingertips digging into the meat of your hips as his eyes threaten to roll back into his head. “This is the first time you’ve taken me without a condom, isn’t it? Should I make you a mommy tonight?” 

Even with your mind fogged with lust, you’re able to grasp the weight of his words. Eyes drifting down to your point of connection, your jaw hangs open upon seeing the strings of your arousal coating his shaft are so thick and viscous, its appearance mimics the exaggerated dribbles of cum in illustrated hentai. Taesoo never failed to arouse you but this may have been the wettest you’ve ever been; you should have realized this when you felt that your cunt had an easier time accepting his impressive length than usual. 

“Do you want me to breed you?” He questions, tone lacking the smug playfulness you were used to and only filled with a carnality that’s emphasized by the throbbing of his cock within your pulsing walls. 

You nod shyly, unable to get yourself to tell him verbally but your silent answer doesn’t please him and he repeats his question; the second time around, each syllable is accented with a punishing thrust straight into your sweet spot. 

“I’ll ask you again; do you want me to breed you, yes or no?” Taesoo repeats more sternly, eyes boring into yours as he awaits a proper response. 

“Yes, please—” You whimper, tears starting to flood your waterline just from the tip of his dick so brutally pressing into your sensitive area, you have to stave off the urge to cum from the action. 

Walls fluttering around his shaft, presumably in excitement, Taesoo takes your response as the greenlight to really give it to you. Ever so slightly adjusting his grip on you, he pulls your hips toward his as he thrusts forward into you. You let out something that resembles a surprised moan when he buries his length balls deep inside of your pussy, starting off the mean pace that has galaxies colliding with one another on the inside of your eyelids. 

Vision blurred with bright colors. Body twitching, jerking, and jolting. Stomach frenzied with heat. Those are all just side effects that come with the nasty squelch and drip of your pussy being filled to the hilt with Taesoo’s cock. Each drag of his thick length against your walls has you whimpering, bringing a hand up to your lips and biting down on one of your knuckles to contain your moans. But Taesoo would have none of that.

“C’mon, princess, don’t be shy.” He coos, the gentleness of his voice not matching the way he viciously thrusts into you to provoke more noises to fall past those pretty lips of yours. “It’s just me and you out here, just like Mother Nature intended.” 

Taesoo’s muscular chest lays flat against yours as he rolls his hips forward as hard and deep as you could take him, stealing a shrill moan that borders on a pleased squeal from your lips. And just like that, all inhibitions and worries about being too loud are wiped from your mind. 

“You feel that?” He murmurs as he leans into your ear, the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix; adding a layer of pain to the mind blowing pleasure that sends your senses into overdrive. “I bet if I cum this deep inside you, I’ll definitely knock you up.” He chuckles while pulling back slightly to be able to look at your reaction to his words. As expected, you’re a frenzy of lust; corrupted by Taesoo’s infectious primal urges with your hair a nest and pupils blown out with desire as you look up at him. Yet your gaze still has that air of innocence, resembling the eyes of a doe. 

“I want it so bad. Pleasepleaseplease cum inside—” You babble deliriously between breathy moans, your body arching into his to ensure that there was truly no more space between the two of you. 

Moving as one, sharing the same end goal. You don’t bother to hold back the desperate pleas and noises that just fly off your tongue. Each and every one of your sounds just encourages Taesoo to fuck you with a renewed urgency; seeming more excited for your climax than his own. With just a handful of vigorous pumps of his cock into you, your walls convulse around him and your thighs tense up. 

Seeing that you had reached your own mind numbing finish, Taesoo continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Now chasing selfishly after his own climax, he doesn’t have to search far to find it within your walls. Quite honestly, the idea of getting you knocked up in the first place had ignited a fire within him that could only be quelled by the sweet release of his seed flooding your walls. Filling you up so much, it starts dripping out of you before he could even fully pull out. And by the time Taesoo creates some space between your bodies, he looks between your legs to see your pussy still trying to recover from being stretched to accommodate the size of his cock and his cum dripping from the hole. 

Instinctively, Taesoo wants to scold you for being so wasteful. However, a little voice in the back of his mind reminds him that nature is plentiful. And there would be plenty of other opportunities for him to pump you full of more of his seed.

──★ ˙ ̟JICHANG

Maybe you were at fault for getting involved with the wrong crowd and doing things that fell under a gray area of the law—but you knew for certain that the local law enforcement was not supposed to be handling you like this. 

You swear, Officer Kwak Jichang has had it out for you for almost the entirety of your young adult life. From writing you up for underage drinking when you were only a few months away from the legal age to petty theft; he was always the one to put you in cuffs and haul you down to the station. Even now, when you find yourself as just a bystander in the wrong place at the wrong time, he’s the one roughly escorting you to the interrogation room to ask about some major violent crime you only saw the tail end of. 

“Seems like you still haven’t grown up.” Jichang tuts with a short laugh, feigning disappointment once the door closes behind you and you’ve settled down in one of the stiff metal chairs at the lone table in the room.

“What can I say? I get a thrill out of being handcuffed by you.” You scoff sarcastically while you watch him take the seat across from you.

“You don’t have to be a little criminal for that to happen.” Jichang retorts with a smug grin, entertaining your antics for no other reason than trying to get under your skin. 

At least, that’s what he tells himself. He definitely had no ulterior motives—purposely taking you to the police station for no real reason and putting you in the interrogation room that didn’t have a working camera. 

Somewhere among the banter and sarcastic remarks about your ‘criminal record’, the conversation veers toward less than appropriate topics. Jichang knows it’s wrong for him to be actively flirting not only while on the job but with a potential witness no less; but he can’t help himself. With all of his previous run-ins with you, he had dealt with you trying to seduce him into letting you go. He was growing tired of only getting to see you in these types of circumstances so the reasonable thing to do in his deluded mind was to teach you a little lesson. 

And maybe, just maybe, you would learn to stop hanging out with punks who keep getting you in trouble. 

“Such a bad girl.” Jichang murmurs, delivering a harsh slap to your cunt as you are perched atop of the cold table with your skirt hiked up and panties torn to shreds; your sweet nectar staining the surface. “You need to be punished for your misdeeds.” Voice dropping an octave, he gives you another spank that sends a jolt through your body, leaving your clit throbbing from the impact yet bucking your hips upward in need of more. He repeats the actions, amused by the masochistic streak you display until you’re visibly trembling.

Jichang’s palm gently cups your cunt under the guise of trying to soothe the swollen flesh before slipping his fingers knuckle inside of you. Curling the digits expertly against your sweet spot immediately, you can only moan and grind into his hand desperately. His actions have you sinking your teeth into your lower lip, trying to keep your noises to yourself as you feel your walls clamping down his relentless fingers. Right when you think you’re about to fall over the edge, he pulls out of your needy hole with a salacious pop.

“What the fuck?” You pant, shooting the officer a glare as you look at him. Before you can complain any further, the very digits that were just inside of your pussy are now filling your mouth and forcing you to taste yourself as a means of shutting you up.

“I told you this was a punishment.” Jichang chuckles, eyes twinkling with mischief as he revels in the sight of you nastily lapping up your juices from his fingers. “You’re such a greedy little thing.” He murmurs, unable to ignore the heat that floods his body while he watches you slurp up every last bit of your nectar off his fingers.

Pulling away from you once he’s satisfied, Jichang tugs at his belt buckle before dropping his pants then pulling you to the ledge of the desk to line you up with his cock.

“Be good and I might let you get off.” He whispers gruffly and leaning in to plant his lips on yours while his shaft eases its way inside of your warm and pliant body; both of you moaning at the long awaited friction. 

The stretch stings but it brings you a pain laced pleasure that makes your head spin. Fully sheathed inside your hot cunt, Jichang gives a painfully thrust into you, making you feel every ridge and vein of his cock is felt by your slick walls. The little noises you make as your pussy struggles to fit his whole length has him throbbing inside of you.

Rough fingertips leave their mark on your thighs and your hands claw at his chest, head tossed back in bliss as Jichang starts off at a brutal pace from the get go. You can only whine and whimper as his thick cock plunges in and out of you ferociously, giving you just a taste of how much you frustrated Jichang. Palms splayed on the back of your thighs, Jichang pushes your trembling legs closer to your body, permitting him deeper inside of you and causing the tip of his cock to press into the same spot his fingers had toyed with.

Getting fucked at this depth dangles the notion of orgasming right in front of your eyes but with your previous climax being ruined, you knew Jichang wasn’t going to let you cum so soon. With his sharp eyes trained on the sight of your sloppy pussy swallowing his length, he wears a focused expression that you crave to break. If you were able to get through to him before he pushed you to your breaking point first, you surely would be guaranteed at least one mind blowing finish before you left this dingy interrogation room. 

However, with the sexual tension that plagued all of your other encounters with Jichang, you were fine with playing the long game. Especially when the feeling of him inside you was something you didn’t want to end too soon.

──★ ˙ ̟DG

Shielded from the prying eyes of media outlets and pampered beyond your wildest imagination, married life with DG felt like it was plucked straight out of a fairytale. It was easy to become jaded by the monotonous routines that came with being a housewife but with a husband who spoiled you like crazy and drilled it into your head that it was important to use your free time to nurture your hobbies and passions, you never lost the pep in your step. 

Being pampered and spoiled rotten didn’t just apply to your daily life; it extended well into the bedroom with the way DG would gift you with orgasm after orgasm. With how many married couples seeking counseling or ending up in divorce due to losing passion in the bedroom, one would think that you were insane when you complained about your husband making you cum too many times.

But such a thing was possible. 

When your husband has you folded in half, ankles by your ears while his fingers plunge in and out of your soaked hole. The digits press right into that spongy spot deep within your walls and the pad of his thumb every so often caresses your swollen clit, coaxing back to back orgasms that leave you gasping and trembling. The huge wet stain on the once pristine sheets that you lay on top of keeps you somewhat grounded in reality. However, it  gets to a certain point where you can't keep up with how many times you've dispelled your nectar all over DG’s fingers or even think about trying to recall.

“T-too much. I need a break.” you pant softly, head weakly rolling back and forth on the pillows. 

“Is it really too much to handle?” DG coos in a quiet voice, his fingers slowing down dramatically but still moving within you as he averts his gaze to your face. Cheeks wet with tears. Jaw slack and your tongue darting out to wet your lips before you speak, as wrecked as you were, seeing you like this really made DG want to keep going. 

“Just give me a minute.” You say, your eyes falling closed as you try to collect yourself. 

With that being said, your husband’s fingers slip out of you, leaving you feeling empty for the first time in hours. His hands don’t leave you for very long, opting to gently caress your body and soothe your overactive nerves. DG’s amiable touch does a good job of slowly bringing you back down to Earth; no longer feeling like your mind had gone off to Cloud Nine to never return back to the present moment. However, at the mere sight of your expression looking more serene and less drained while your figure relaxes against the sheets, you don't have any time to spare before the pink haired man kicks up the heat once again.

While your eyes are still closed, you don't see DG adjusting his position but you feel the way the plush mattress ever so slightly dips each time he moves around. You feel the warmth of his frame beside you and you assume he just wants to cuddle for a bit. With a small turn of your body, you lay on your side so he can pull you flush against his chest. Before you can even comfortably settle in his embrace, you feel one of his hands hook around your thighs and hike it up, allowing him access to your soaked, swollen folds. DG’s length languidly glides across your lower lips, so sensual and so careful, you truly don't mind it at first. It's only when the tip starts to prod at your clit, getting progressively more aggressive, you start to squirm in his hold. 

“C’mon, baby… I gotta see you cum a few more times before I have to get back to work.” DG mumbles into your ear, knowing just how to get you to stop fussing.

All it ever took for you to fall in line and let him coax out all of these earth shattering orgasms was him reminding you how busy he got. Then just like that, you would continue to endure your nerves being pushed into overdrive every time. With how wet you were from previous orgasms, he slips inside of you with little trouble; your drooling cunt happily expands to fit in and slurps him up once he's breached your entrance. 

"Ah…" DG groaned, the feeling of your hot silky walls tightening around his member sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body. His hips undulated slowly, each movement pushing him deeper into you as he began to thrust with more force. Quick to find the tempo that brings you to climax the easiest, you're drunk off the sensation of DG driving into your core with an unbridled sense of lust. 

Your husband is obsessive as he basks in the salacious noises that your sloppy, squelching cunt makes every time he drives into you. He’s put into a trance by the sensation of your walls squeezing around him paired with the sight of you gushing around him; it’s almost enough to make him want to fill you with his seed. But the deep seated desire to turn you into blubbering, teary mess as you beg for him to ease up on you outweighs everything else. 

“Do you remember your safe word?” DG asks sweetly, starkly contrasting against the way his hips are driving into you; mean thrusts targeting your sweet spot and provoking the most depraved sounding moans from you.

The weak nod you give him in response to his question satiates him for the time being. He had every intention of spending the rest of the evening making you cum until he was satisfied. Or if you genuinely couldn’t handle anymore—whichever came first.

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enhypen pointing out your insecurities

a/n: I'm backkkkk!!!! keep your eyes upon cause im currently working on a long sh fic and a series for niki. thank you to everyone for being patient with me and don't hesitate to send in your requests!!<33

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heeseung

“ Well I’d be damned if my girlfriend was actually as crazy as people call her to be.” 

You have always been a quiet kid, keeping to yourself most of the time. But someone managed to watch you get into a fight with a stranger on the street. You were simply trying to defend yourself from being harassed by some perverted stranger when you kicked them too hard in the side of their stomach and broke one or two ribs.

Since then rumours had been going around the campus that you were a brutal little shit who had gotten into a lot of fights which made you the target of other people’s gossip and just messed up your whole school life.

But at that time, heeseung was the one who really did not give in to those rumours -  he hung out with you and made you feel all sorts of giddy feelings you have never experienced with anyone else before. 

But right now was not the case, as you were left alone in your thoughts about heeseung maybe believing all those rumours about you too.

“ Baby, you okay?” heeseung asked, voice laced with concern over the sudden quiet atmosphere which took over the room within 5 seconds

“ huh? Yes? Yeah. I’m okay. Sorry, what were you saying?” you asked, your voice devoid of any sort of emotion which made heeseung wonder if he said something wrong.

“No you went silent all of a sudden so just got worried. What’s on your mind? Tell me.” hee said, turning his whole body towards you to make it known that you have his entire attention now. 

Not being able to take in the sudden change in the atmosphere, and the obliviousness of heeseung to the effect his words had on you, you muttered a quick “ sorry. I’ll be back.” and rushed out of the house leaving behind a confused heeseung who had not got a moment to register your apology properly before you already disappeared from his sight.

niki

“ Of course you wouldn’t be able to get in with that body of yours”

You had been trying real hard auditioning to get into this big dance team in your city which will be performing in SDC, one of the biggest dance competitions out there. But no matter how many routines you showed them, they still did not approve of you joining the team and told you to stay back in the studio. You were clearly aware that the reason they were not taking you in despite your excellent dancing skills was because of your body. You did not have a slim dancer body as other dancers have and SDC heavily depended on judging the figures of the dancers participating. But in hopes of changing that, you were constantly trying. 

“Bae, you good?” you snapped out of your trance, hearing your name being called. There stood Niki, breathing heavily and the track humble by kendrick lamar now softly playing in the background. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked a second time, noticing your eyes were distant and how you stopped rambling about how unfair the world is to people like you. 

“....yeah…yeah yeah I’m fine…nothing…just kind of zoned out.” 

“ oi, don’t think too much about it. You couldn’t get in, you could not. That’s fine. You just have to work on your body more. You know competitions these days heavily depend on how well it looks executed and for that you are required to have a perfect body, as they call it.” he says, turning up the volume again and getting back to practise for his artist of the month performance. “Don’t ponder about it too much,  and just get to work with your body if you want to get into those big contests.” 

Instead of taking his constructive criticism as motivation like you always do, you felt tears welling up and ran out of the practice room. The music had stopped and quick footsteps could be heard behind you, but you ran without looking back.

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[zmb1eslut]

I missed you.

Masterlist

ex-boyfriend!Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!reader

summary: Reader doesn't know how to say no to Luke, so she runs away every time he tries to win her over.

warnings: soft makeout, smoking, reader goes non-verbal when nervous (but she pulls it off), I don't usually write narrative (I'm a casual poetry writer).

word count: 1,091

clarification: as a daughter of Aphrodite, people develop attraction towards reader after long eye-contact exposure, so she usually avoids it altogether.

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You thought it couldn't be true, the way his eyes still traced your every step that night. Like if a soft blow of unspoken whispers followed you like a shadow into the dancing ground. He was there. He was everywhere, pulling you from behind to clash just once more into his longing brown eyes.

You thought it couldn't be true.

Maybe your hopes were just blending into the air of that groaning old forest.

You sat down, as the last stars in the sky arrived fashionably late to the Aphrodite's secret reunion. A little self-conscious, you took your rolling paper out, losing yourself to the familiarity of your actions. You took your first blow, and while watching the smoke, at some point came the fifth. And then it became real, you didn't even bother to check, he was there. He was coming.

As if it was that easy, just like that, you felt his presence land by your side.

"Mind if I grab one?" he asked.

As he pretended not to be on the team that snuck that shit in in the first place, you pretended not to know he had already quit smoking 8 months ago. Every word was hard to say, you wouldn't waste any into empty accusations. As always, you let him have his way.

You broke the imaginary bounds that kept you from each other when your hand crossed the line with a lighter. He instead reached for your elbow, and his hands slowly moved up to your wrist, while he accomplished to move your hand away from both of you so it wouldn't be in between you two. He was silently begging for your eyes to simply look in his direction once more, you still tried to know better.

Your gaze fixed on his chest, the least dangerous place they could find that acknowledged his presence. He took the lighter, but your hand stayed there, hanging frozen. He blew the smoke on your face aiming at a reaction, and it felt like everyone disappeared behind the intimacy of the gas. But... you wouldn't be dragged into his world again. You stood up, and went away.

Every step was heavy. Once a lighthearted deared girl, and now a mess full questions and rage.

You've been treated like a temptress and like a whore, but it didn't quite prepared you to be treated like a princess who would never ascend to the throne. Left alone in a castle full of people, without love. He was always in battle, your knight in shining armor, who just breathed and crawled for a cause much grater than your sorrow. You guessed. He'd never tell. You never knew.

"How are the nightmares? " you dared, when your paths crossed again near the lake.

"Aw... You worried, angel? " was the safer answer, 'cause deflection was effective. You were always scared of being pushy, and had always been moved for a guy being scared. The breeze was chanting for you, while the silence simply dared you. You knew the dance. Your hands didn't wonder from his soft curls into his back, it was more proper to say that they knew the pathway back to back. Like if the traces of your fingers were already carved on his skin, just like another scar from battle, cause not to hold you felt like a war. And you surrender. just. once. more.

His head rests on your chest, and his sneaky hands have never feared but you feel them doubting, if traveling down your waist was way too gambly. And he dared. And you sunk.

"Don't look at me like that, Castellan" was everything you could think of. You were still resilient to bless him with your stare. But he felt powerful once again, and he was now sitting straight, gazing down at your glowing skin. And he dared. He slowly approached, and your posture played around, playing dumb. You tried not to laugh when he huffed.

It felt safe on his arms. It always did. And you knew inside, he knew where you were. In front of that lake, at a party like this one, he sat you on his lap in front of everyone, with your hand in his and kissed it every time he made you laugh. And when that night ended, it was just the start.

You left a hopeful sigh, and he caressed your side in response. You felt him again, closing the distance. You hide your face behind your hand as you decided to pull your hair behind your ear. He looks away, exasperated at your antics. Those were the reactions you liked.

Only him would make you this naive, but he was starting to doubt himself. He took his free hand to entrap you by each side, and looking at your lips, he shamelessly whispered —Can I kiss you? —and you knew you weren't playing anymore, and you realized that you truly wouldn't ever say no. That's why you always ran away. Your eyes looked up and lazed with the darkness of his pupils. Before you tangled on a desperate mess of brushes and silent pleadings. To your agony, his hand moved from touching your sensitive needs into a dominant hold from under your thigh. Your hands held into his collar and bicep. He pulled away and melted you with a smirk, got next to your ear and in a lower voice said "You are so irritating." You felt your legs go jelly as he chuckled. He kissed you again, you let it happen. You would let the moment swallow you whole, again into the warmth of his embrace. But you felt voices coming and you quickly went away.

Went away into the woods, your intentions becoming clearer and more humiliating with every lazy step you took. You heard hisnsteps as you knew you would. He found his way back to you. You looked up at him as your back pressed against a tree. And you never felt as excitingly frail before hearing his voice.

"Tell me, did you missed me?"

"I missed you, Luke."

He seemed satisfied, and pressed his body into yours. You could feel the way his shirt smelled like firewood, and his heartbeat raised for you. But all you could focus on was how needy made you feel the recognizable way his bulge pressed bravely against your crotch.

"Yeah... I missed you too."

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[memphisflash]

Hi!!! I saw your post and wanted to request :)

Could you write a early 70s Elvis X innocent reader, where we're one of the many girls that he brings up to his suite at the international hotel and as he expects for both of us to do the deed, he notices we're really reluctant and shy and he tells us we can do anything else instead of the dirty if we want to.

I think that would be real cute🥹

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐧

Word count: 5,1K

Warnings: virgin!reader, innocent-ish!reader, age gap (reader is 19/elvis 35), small mention of guns, reader struggling with extreme blushing, elvis poking a little fun at reader, both elvis and reader taking a sleeping pill, fluffy, smut; non-penetrative sex, dry humping/grinding, gg rubbing, elvis cummin' in readers' panties.

A/N: honestly, i'm not as good at writing innocent!reader as other writers in the fandom, buuut i had fun writing this and i kinda wanna explore this trope more - a part two is already cooking in my mind, tbh. like i told @jhoneybees this turned into more than the request but oh wellll.. let me know what y'all think, lovies! 🩷

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When it came to boys, you had always been shy. When it came to men, you considered yourself pretty much a disaster.

Now it wasn’t like you couldn’t have a normal conversation with someone of the opposite sex. Shy you were, but definitely not unsociable. You liked going out to places with your friends, even friends of the male kind.

But it were men like Elvis Presley that had your hands trembling and your heart beating so loud it was deafening in your ears.

Never in your 19 years of life had you expected to be approached by a member of Elvis’ entourage in the showroom of the International to ask if you were willing to meet the man himself up in his penthouse. Your first reaction was to politely decline, but your friend who had dragged you along to the concert in the first place pretty much pushed you into the arms of Sonny West – another handsome man that had got your cheeks flushing crimson, but it couldn’t compare to the effect the raven haired singer on stage had on you.

The last thing you saw as you were whisked out of the showroom was your friend putting both her thumbs up, waving as a shit-eating grin spread across her face.

Talk about peer pressure. You didn’t stand a chance.

The Imperial Suite was lush. The kind of luxury you’d never experienced before in your life. It barely felt as if you were still in a hotel, this seemed like a whole apartment with several rooms, a living area bigger than your childhood home and a seperate kitchen. The interior in the living space alone was worth more than your car, you were sure of it.

But even if you wanted to gawk at the beautiful things in the room, you didn’t had the chance to. Sonny West had left, leaving you alone with the man who you had just watched perform downstairs. The man millions of men wanted to be and millions of women wanted to be with.

You felt like a deer caught in headlights as he walked toward you, like a predator about to circle his prey. Though once he spoke, introducing himself as if you didn’t know who he was, you didn’t miss how soft spoken he was.

He wasn’t like any other superstar hauling girls up to his room to have his way with them and then kick them to the curb once he was done with them. At least, that’s what you wanted to believe.

And perhaps it was because of that naivety that you managed to calm down, so much so that you had agreed to wear one of his silky pyjama button ups, neatly folding the outfit you had so carefully picked out for tonight on a chair near Elvis’ bed.

Elvis was sitting on his bed, back against the headboard, wearing his own pair of midnight blue silk pyjamas. The first few buttons of his shirt were left open, causing his chest hair and tan skin to peek out and it instantly made you nervous all over again.

“C’mere, honey,” his voice was soft and low, his hand patting the empty spot next to him.

You stared at him for a second too long, quickly snapping yourself out of it before he’d think you were an idiot who didn’t understand the English language. You hated being like this in this moment – after all, this was a one time chance and you didn’t want to ruin it by having him think you were not interested in him at all.

You were, you really were, but this was the kind of man that could send you into a frenzy.

You sat next to him, nearly forgetting to breathe as his warm hand found home on your thigh. In a reflex, you pulled your knees up to your chest and his attention shifted to your feet.

You had recently gotten a pedicure, chosen the baby pink to go with the outfit and open toed heels you’d worn tonight, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Elvis.

“You got real pretty feet, honey,” he grinned as he slipped his hand underneath the sole of your foot, caressing his thumb across the top and over your toes, admiring the color on your nails. “So tiny and dainty, like a little doll,”

“T-Thank you,” you blurted out in a stuttered whisper, mentally slapping yourself for such a stupid reaction. But it was better than letting out the moan that was bubbling in the back of your throat, which you quickly swallowed.

His hand moved from your feet back up your leg and you froze as it slipped in between your thighs, fingertips pressing into the supple flesh of your right thigh softly as he leaned in closer to you. You looked into his blue eyes that were slightly drooped and you had no idea if it was due to fatigue or lust, but you figured it was the latter. And although you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same – your stupid body seemed to have a mind of its own – your nerves prevented you from fully giving in.

As you felt his hot breath against your skin and he was going in for a kiss, your eyes automatically fluttered shut. His lips were soft and warm, and as his tongue slipped into your mouth, so wet.

You let him take the lead, not because you had never been kissed before, but because you had never been kissed by someone like Elvis Presley before. He was the kind of man that had probably kissed a thousand girls in his life and it showed in his experience – he explored your mouth in a slow but heated manner, his hand moving from your thigh to your hip and the more he leaned into you, the more you sunk into the soft pillows and sheets of his kingsized bed.

You were doing alright until his lips moved to your neck, dragging down to your collarbone and his hand creeped underneath your pyjama top, cupping your breast. It was then that your breath hitched in your throat and your muscles tensed up uncomfortably tight.

Elvis noticed it immediately and pulled his head back, looking down at your face. As he saw how flushed your cheeks and neck were and you were looking at him as if he was about to murder you, he moved his hand down your ribcage and out from underneath your top. He placed a gentle hand on your hip instead and frowned a little, his eyes gentle.

“You alright, little one?”

The sound of his voice sounding so soft and sweet made you want to burst out into tears, because you felt stupid. Stupid for freezing when the most wanted man in the world wanted you, but you couldn’t help it.

You simply weren’t ready for sex. You valued your virginity and didn’t want to lose it to a man you were probably never going to see again.

“I’ve never.. n-never..”

“Never been touched by a man,” he simply finishes your sentence for you, a soft smile raising the corner of his mouth. You nodded and looked down, noticing how quick your chest was heaving up and down as if you’d just ran a marathon.

He shushed you gently, placing his fingertips underneath your chin to make you look at him again. You didn’t know what his reaction would be, but the sweet smile and soft kiss to your forehead wasn’t what you’d expected.

“We don’t have to do it tonight, honey. I ain’t gonna force ya to do anythin’ you don’t want.”

“You’re not gonna throw me out?” you whisper with wide eyes, trying to ignore the way your bodies were still pressed together and you could feel his very prominent bulge poking against your thigh.

He let out a laugh, the sound of it deep and rich. “Ya think I was raised by wolves? No, I ain’t throwin’ you out. You’re stayin’ that cute little butt right here, and we can do somethin’ else.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, biting your lip as another flush of crimson spread up your neck and to your cheeks. He squeezed your hip softly before he sat up, bringing you up with him, and as he sat against the headboard again, he quickly draped some of the covers over his middle, hiding the fact that he was still very much turned on.

“And you stop that blushin’ before your face stays like that, little tomato,”

A wide grin settled on his face, and you could hear the playful tone in his voice which made you laugh softly. You pressed the palm of your hands against your cheeks and try to gather control over your breathing, making your cheeks slowly return to their normal state.

Instead of sleeping with the man that millions of females all over the world would call you crazy for rejecting for, you let him show you around the suite. He showed you his collection of guns that were safely stacked away in black cases which scared and intrigued you at the same time – you politely declined when he offered you to hold a gold handle hand gun, but you did admit it was very pretty.

Then he showed you around his wardrobe, from the outfits he wore on stage to the ones he wore off stage. As he noticed you particularly liked a black, somewhat see-through, blouse with white flowers on it, he handed it to you like it meant nothing to him.

Again, you declined.

But Elvis didn’t give up so easily and as you two sat on the bed again, his jewelry case opened and exposed in between the both of you, he noticed you admiring his black star sapphire ring. Not thinking twice about it, he took it out of the case and slipped it around your ring finger. As expected, it was way too big for you.

This had Elvis go through his jewelry, looking for a necklace he didn’t wear himself anymore. Had to be in there somewhere, he knew it.

“Elvis, I can’t take that,” you gasped as he took the ring off your finger again and hung it on a simple golden chain. Before you even had the chance to stop him, he was already putting it around your neck, the ring resting heavy against your chest. “Elvis, I’m serious. This is too much, you don’t have to-“

“Looks great on ya, little tomato,” he grinned as you looked at him with wide eyes, grabbing your wrist when you went to take the necklace off. You wished he’d use another nickname for you, but you ignored it for now – you had more important matters to worry about. Like the 14 karat gold ring that was hanging on your neck.

As you went to protest again, Elvis grabbed both of your hands and lowered them. Once more, you blushed as he leaned forward and placed a soft, tender kiss on your lips. “I want ya to have it and to wear it every day. Somethin’ to remember me by,”

“As if I’d ever forget you,” you whispered, looking down at the ring as you swallowed down the lump in your throat. If Elvis had heard your words or noticed that you were about to cry, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he closed his jewelry case, put it aside and settled in the sheets, half sitting up against the headboard. He opened his arms for you and you didn’t think twice to settle against his side, putting your head on his chest.

“Thank you, Elvis,” you whispered as you snuggled up against him, earning a kiss on the top of your head from him.

“My pleasure, honey.”

Luckily, in this position he couldn’t see that your cheeks were flushed and hot the way they’d been before. And as his fingers gently combed their way through your hair, you truly felt special. Something that you perhaps were not in Elvis Presley’s world, but for tonight you decided to indulge yourself in the fantasy.

Elvis picked up a book from his bedside table and with his arms wrapped around you, he opened it and started reading to you in a hushed tone. While at times the subject of the book was confusing to you, you listened with interest nonetheless. Maybe you were a little more interested in the sound of his voice and the smell of his cologne, but you fought off sleep that was slowly threatening to overtake you.

You didn’t want to fall asleep, didn’t want to miss a waking second of being with Elvis.

“You gettin’ sleepy, aren’t ya?” He smirked as he peeked down at you, noticing your eyes threatening to close a few times. You immediately shook your head as you raised it and looked at him, smiling sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you apologized, stifling a yawn. Elvis chuckled and closed the book, putting it to the side before he turned back to you.

“Go an’ lay down,” he ordered gently as he nodded to the empty spot in the bed. You did what you were told, slowly creating some distance between you two as you laid back in the bed, giggling softly as he pulled the covers up to your shoulders, tucking you in. “Now don’t go and get all nervous again, ‘lright? I’m just gonna lay down next to ya so we can cuddle, sound good?”

You smiled at him, truly appreciating that he wasn’t trying anything you didn’t want and that he was so sweet about it all. You considered him to be a true gentleman.

As you nodded, he smiled back at you and slips underneath the covers next to you. His body warmth is intoxicating as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer against his chest. With him laying on his side, he has the perfect view of your face and he takes advantage of it by studying every little detail, his other arm slipping underneath your head so he could hold you even firmer against him. He squeezes your shoulder softly and then his hand moves to your face, fingertip poking your cheek softly.

“No blushin’…” He whispered with a small grin on his face as he noticed your cheeks were slowly turning red again. You looked at him and laugh softly, hiding your face in your hands. He immediately clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, grabbing your wrist to softly pull one of your hands away. “And ‘specially none of that..”

His whisper was low as he leaned in closer to you when he managed to pull your other hand down too, his lips finding yours once more.

You lost yourself in your second shared kiss tonight, and you felt a little more loose. Probably because he couldn’t comment on your blushing when he was kissing you.

Elvis had to force himself to keep himself under control – he wasn’t going to do anything you didn’t want, because he respected your need of not wanting to take things further, and he did truly enjoy your company without the intimacy part.

But he was still a red blooded man, and his hard cock that twitched against the fabric of his pyjama bottoms was proof of that.

And as you slowly broke the kiss and turned your back to him to hide your flushed cheeks, he took the opportunity to spoon you, your ass pressed against his cock in a way that had him humming lowly.

You didn’t move away, and he took it as content. With one arm still underneath you and one arm around your waist, he kept you close to him as he pressed his hips forward, letting you feel how hard he was.

You tensed up but as you felt him placing sweet, comforting kisses on your shoulder, neck and eventually cheek, your body relaxed again as if he was a God who could put you at ease right away.

It was a strange sensation, really… and although the way he was slowly grinding against you was definitely of sexual nature rather than just cuddling, you didn’t stop him.

Because it was turning you on more than you’d ever admit to anyone… or even to yourself.

“If you.. want me to stop.. I will.”

His breathing had quickened a little, words coming oit in a low stutter.

Telling him to stop would be a wise thing to do because you had no idea how strong your willpower was… you had no idea how far this was gonna go, or if he’d be able to stop.

But by the sounds of his low groans and soft moans, you knew it felt good to him. Really good. And even as your brain worked itself into a frenzy, you wanted to please him.

Show him that you were not completely clueless, or a little lamb that had no idea she at least had some kind of effect on men.

“N-No.. Don’t stop,” you whispered back, hiding your face in the pillow a little despite him not able to see the state your face was in.

Elvis cursed softly under his breath and took it a step further – thinking you wouldn’t notice when he tugged his bottoms down to his thighs, rubbing his bare cock against your ass. But you were only wearing his pyjama shirt and your panties, ofcourse you noticed it.

And yet, you still didn’t stop him.

The feeling of his cock against your ass had you letting out a soft moan of your own and this caused Elvis to grip onto your waist a little firmer, twirling his hips around firmly and slowly as he grunts deeply in your ear.

“Oh God, baby..” his breath was hot against your neck, his fingertips digging into your skin softly. “Such a soft ass,”

His words had your heart beating so loud you were scared that he could actually hear it, but if he did, he didn’t mention it. He was too busy focusing on the friction he was creating, working himself up more and more.

You took your face out of the pillow to inhale a sharp breath of air as his hand slipped underneath your top, fingertips grazing the curve of your breasts. You surprised yourself as your back arched and your ass pressed firmer against him, indicating you wanted him to use it to his liking.

And he did. Even had you gasping and moaning a couple of times as his cock managed to slip in between your thighs from behind, his tip and part of his length ghosting along your folds, missing your clit by inches. He apologized in a stuttered whisper every time it happened, but you could tell by the moan that rolled off his tongue that he enjoyed the feeling of his mistake.

And so did you, but you were praying he didn’t notice that your own arousal was staining your panties.

He did. He definitely did and it had him fighting the urge to tear your panties off and sink himself into you inch by inch.

His self control was stronger than he realised because he kept his hands where they were, grinding his cock against your ass, though he didn’t stop himself from making his “mistake” over and over again.

Seems like he wasn’t the only one getting worked up because as soon as you raised your leg a little, he immediately grabbed onto your thigh to keep it up. He moved closer to you, his cock resting against your clothed pussy.

“I can feel you’re wet,” he whispered in your ear, his voice raspy as he let you put your leg down again, though he didn’t move away, enjoying this close proximity.

“P-Please, d-don’t put it i-in,” you immediately said, a hint of panic evident in your face. He laughed softly and placed a hand on your tummy, keeping it there as he felt it was the safest place.

“I won’t, honey, I promise,” he said as he raised his head a little, looking down at you. You carefully made eye contact with him, cheeks flushed, teeth sunken into your lower lip. It took everything in him not to fuck you senseless right here and now. “Can I put it in your panties?”

The question sounded both innocent and like absolute filth at the same time. You blinked a few times, repeating the words in your head over and over again until you suddenly nodded, afraid you were taking too long to think about it. He smiled at you, pecking your lips sweetly as he whispered a soft “Really?” against your lips.

You nodded again.

You were curious… curious to how the skin on skin contact felt. He promised not to put it inside of you and break your virginity, and in your innocent naivety, you trusted him.

He pulled your panties aside, letting it snap back into place softly as soon as his cock was resting against your wet folds. You shuddered and gasped at the feeling of his warm length pressed against your exposed pussy, his tip putting the slightest amount of pressure against your clit.

He didn’t put his head back down again, this time leaning on his elbow so he could look at the way your face was truly resembling a tomato right now, soft breathless moans escaping you. He thought it was adorable.

His hand found him on your hip, fingertips caressing your skin softly as he started to move his hips back and forth at a snail’s pace. You swore you could hear the sound of both your essence mixing together, your arousal deliciously coating his length.

“Feels good, don’t it, baby?” He whispered as he keeps looking down at your face, not wanting to miss the way you could barely keep your eyes open, lips parted as soft moans filled his ears. He smirked a little as he could see you nod your head slowly, eyes fluttering shut.

He keeps his pace slow, afraid that if he’d go any faster he would slip in by accident and hurt you, and that was the last thing he wanted. Just because he kinda got his way with you tonight doesn’t mean he was going to overstep your boundaries.

But it was you who wanted more of that delicious feeling he was giving you. It was your self control that was threatening to slip.

“P-please.. Elvis.. faster..”

He grunts lowly at your words, lowering himself a little more on the bed again to hide his face in your neck and sprawled out hair, his hips snapping forward just a little faster. The feeling had you moaning a little louder, gripping onto his hand that was still on your stomach.

He laced your fingers together, concetrating on not fucking you by accident, no matter how much he wanted to.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he moaned in your ear, his tongue flicking against your earlobe which had your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Bet I could slip right in..”

“N-No!”

“I won’t.” he immediately said, laughing softly as he slips his other hand into yours as well. He keeps the pace steady – not too fast, and not as slow as before.

With the way you were holding each others’ hands and your most intimate parts were rubbing against each other, bare and raw, you felt like you were floating on a cloud. You hadn’t expected the night to end like this, but deep down inside you were glad it did.

Your only problem now was that you didn’t want any other man other than Elvis Presley anymore and he hadn’t even been inside of you.

You were completely ruined for anyone else.

Elvis lost himself in the pleasure and the feeling of you grinding against each other, and so did you. Part of you wondered what it would be like to have him push into you, how deep you’d be able to feel him.

Would it even feel good at all, or would it only hurt?

A million questions plagued your mind, but Elvis made you forget every single one of them with the way his cock was stroking through your folds and how lovely his moans sounded in your ear.

You weren’t planning to ask them, anyways.

Neither were you planning on taking it to that sacred part of the whole ordeal. You weren’t ready, and that’s what you’d keep repeating in your head like a mantra until you truly felt otherwise.

Besides, Elvis seemed to enjoy this just as much as the actual deed and you were right – he did. It was evident by the way he was freely moaning, the feeling of the fabric of your panties rubbing against the sensitive tip of his cock feeling like a lick of a flame against his skin.

He was close to coming undone and he didn’t try to stop himself, nor did he warn you what was coming – you’d feel it when it happened.

Squeezing your hands firmly in his own, his hips stuttering forward for a second before he pushed his hips forward firmly, you moaned shakily as strings of cum sputtered from his cock, shamelessly staining the inside of your panties. The baby blue piece of underwear that was one of your favorites was completely ruined and in your state of arousal, you couldn’t get yourself to care.

Elvis breathed heavily as he slowly let go of your hands and gripped onto your hip, groaning softly as he pulled his now soft cock out of your panties.

The loss of skin contact already had him yearning for more.

He rolled onto his back, ready to have you cuddle up to him and hold you, so imagine his surprise when you shot up out of the bed and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Honey, you okay in there? Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for things to go this far,”

He sounded truly apologetic from the other side of the door. And you wished you could find the strength in your voice to tell him you weren’t mad, but rather embarrassed like hell.

You’d gone into the bathroom to take off your panties and clean yourself and after you did so, you’d caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

Your face was hot and as red as a cherry.

Splashing water on your face didn’t help, neither did the breathing exercises you taught yourself whenever you were blushing this much.

You felt like an absolute fool and it wasn’t until Elvis threatened to break down the door because he wasn’t getting an answer from you that you unlocked the door and faced him.

He saw the state of your face and chuckled softly, but before you could hide again, he stepped inside the bathroom and gently cupped your face.

“Jus’ breathe, little tomato. In through your nose, out your mouth,” he showed you how, as if you didn’t know what he meant, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

The nickname… not so much, but you didn’t protest.

You followed his example a few times and closed your eyes as you focused on breathing with him and the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheekbones.

You didn’t know what kind of witchcraft Elvis Presley was practicing, but he managed to help you calm down in the matter of a few minutes.

“There, all good,” he smiled as you opened your eyes to look at him, the heat disappearing from your face. He gently pulled your face closer to his own and pecked your lips, wrapping an arm around you as he took you back to bed – making sure you were wearing one of his boxershorts, before he’d get turned on all over again due to you being half naked in his bed.

Elvis settled in the sheets with you in his arms after he took a sleeping pill and when you asked him about it, he wanted to tell you no when you asked for one. But he couldn’t resist the way you fluttered your eyelashes at him and looked up at him as if he’d hung the stars and moon for you every single day the sun went down.

Your mother took sleeping pills due to her own insomnia and sometimes even when she was stressed, so it wasn’t a foreign thing to you. Elvis relented, figuring it would help you calm down a little, but he only gave you half a pill.

The two of you slipped into a relaxing state of drowsiness and with your head on his chest, you listened to the calming sound of his heartbeat. His fingers ran through your hair, twirling the ends around his fingertips, and you could hear his breathing get heavier.

Before he could fully fall asleep, you spoke up, making sure your voice was soft and sweet. “Elvis?”

“Hmm?” he squeezed your shoulder softly, pushing your body firmer against his.

“Can you.. can you give me a new nickname?”

It was silent for longer than you expected and you thought he’d fallen asleep, but before you could raise your head to check, he let out a deep amused chuckle.

“Why, honey? I like callin’ you my little tomato,” He smirked, his eyes closed, but he could picture the pout you were probably giving him as you did raise your head to look at him this time.

“It sounds weird… and I hate tomatoes..” You giggled softly, putting your chin on his chest, trailing your nail softly across his jaw.

“Fine,” he sighed softly, feigning annoyance but he let you know by the grin on his face that he was playing. As he felt your fingertip grazing along his lips, he kissed the pad of your finger. “How’s Cherry?”

“Cherry..” you whispered, testing how it sounded on your tongue.

You liked cherries a whole lot better than tomatoes.

“Alright, my sweet Cherry. Close your little eyes an’ get some sleep,” he mumbled sleepily, his hand resting at the back of your head, fingertips massaging your scalp softly.

You smiled and a flush creeped along your neck once more as you leaned in closer and kissed his lips softly. Elvis smiled and held you close as he drifted off into a deep slumber.

You did as well, sneakily reaching your hand to his bedside table to take the other half of the sleeping pill he’d given you.

There was no way you’d be able to get a proper rest on your own without the help of medication and as you fell asleep in Elvis Presley’s arms, you dreamt about what the two of you had done tonight.

Only in your dreams, you were confident to take things a step further, allowing Elvis to own you completely – body and soul.

[sc0tters]

Left on Read | Nico Hischier

summary: after a series of texts from you get left on read you decide to go out with friends, but how does Nico react when he gets home to an empty apartment after a string of tough losses on the road?

request: yes/no

warnings: a handful of swear words, mentions of a shitty ex boyfriend, Nico acting like a bit of a douche, Google translated German, no real happy or sad ending.

word count: 2.18k

authors note: I’m in my Nico feels so this entire imagine was written off of the back of that, when someone request a Nico imagine this just had to be done.

Somehow you knew it would cause a fight.

Nico was meant to come home from a two week long road trip with the team sometime today. Yet when you messaged him in the morning asking when he’d be back you were met with your message being left on seen.

That was the second text that he had basically ignored, the first was one that you had sent him after the brutal loss against the canes.

The Devils captain didn’t like to admit it but whenever the team went through a string of losses you were the first person that he shut out. Since Nico was the head of the team he held the losses like bags of flour on his shoulders. In some corner of his mind he knew that you were always going to be there no matter how shitty he treated you because you loved him.

And that was enough for him to justify putting you on the back burner when he got into a mood.

So he had been off with you for days as the team hadn’t been playing well and it was all turning into a snowball effect. Your friends had enough of your moping around about his actions and managed to convince you to go out with them.

The only condition was that you weren’t allowed to tell Nico about it as they all swore that it was about time that he got a taste of his own medicine. You had to admit that as much as you wanted to see your boyfriend, you truly did have a fun time.

On the stroke of midnight you were back in your apartment block making your way back to your apartment. You tried to act as silently as a mouse as you opened the door to your home quickly shutting it behind you. Making your way into the living room as you slipped your high heels off.

You mumbled words of complaint to yourself as you massaged the balls of your feet as they were now killing you. But the second you locked eyes with Nico who was sat on the couch your feet felt stuck on the ground.

Your mind trailed back to the times when you were sneaking back into the house as a teenager who was out way past their curfew.

But your heart broke when you saw the glass of presumably whiskey in his hand. He hated drinking during the season and only ever allowed himself to drink during the teams big wins.

And now he was drinking during a big loss. Since he wasn’t going to talk you felt the need to address it “Nico-” your miniature lecture was cut off practically before it could begin.

Nico’s eyes were cold as they stared at yours “where were you tonight?” He asked as his grip tightened around his glass.

You now definitely felt like you were back in your teenage years “out,” your voice was small as you awkwardly fiddled with your fingers.

He muttered something to himself in German “would have been nice if you were home when I got back.” The boy sucked his teeth before he took another sip of his drink.

That comment really pissed you off “it would have been nice if my boyfriend didn’t leave me on seen.” You were quick to shoot back “but life isn’t always fair now is it?” You crossed your arms as you sent him a glare.

The idea of coming home and sitting with him on the couch as he told you all about the trip was now a distant memory. You were much more focused on trying not to kill your boyfriend. Sure sometimes he was childish but it was like he was currently expecting you to make him lemonade, without any lemons.

Your comeback seemed to hit a nerve of his as he slammed his empty glass on the table surprisingly not shattering it “you saw how shit we played.” He mumbled trying to find the excuses for his actions.

Unfortunately for him you had your friends words of encouragement to tell him off in the forefront of your mind “you still found the time to read my messages!” You were simply shocked by the fact that this was actually an argument.

You didn’t have the energy to fight but you also weren’t going to back down “is it so much for me to want a simply response of a time?” You asked running your fingers through the curls that you had done that were now all almost dropping.

Nico scoffed “is it so much for me to want my girlfriend to be home when I get back after not seeing her for two weeks?” He shot back as he stood up.

Although it was childish you were hurt by his statement “I sat here and waited until three fucking thirty and you didn’t come home.” You pointed your finger at him as he made his way over the kitchen to get a refill “so when the girls asked if I wanted to go out I said yes.” You simply wanted to remind him that you were not in the wrong right now.

It seemed like the three glasses of whiskey had already began clouding his thoughts “sorry that I was busy with the team,” he spat making sure that there was an emphasis on the last word.

With clenched fists you tried to remain calm “well Jack found time to message me,” you pointed out as the Hughes boy had sent a warning that the captain was in a mood.

The mention of his teammate made him want to call the team and give everyone extra laps in training “do you know how overbearing you can be sometimes?” The words slipped out of his mouth before his brain could process the sheer amount of venom that they were laced in.

Every morning of an away game you would send him a message, right before the game you’d send him one too, right after the game there would be a third, and just before he flew back to you there would be the final one. So that question was a clear low blow to your heart.

Biting the inside of your cheek in an attempt to not let yourself cry in front of him you decided you had enough “you know what, fuck you.” You shook your head as you spun around signalling what you thought was the end of the conversation.

However before you could do anything Nico slammed his fists onto the counter “Geh verdammt noch mal nicht von mir weg!” He yelled quickly making his way around the kitchen island and over to you.

You pressed your lips into a fine line “don’t yell at me in a language I don’t understand!” Your volume matched his and it was a good thing you two didn’t have neighbours or else they would have heard it.

His eyes went wide as he had never heard you yell at anyone, let alone him. You let out a sigh “I’m going to go and have a bath,” you announced tucking your hair behind your ear “but until you remember how to act like an adult you are sleeping on the couch.” Since the two of you started dating neither one of you had ever been banished to the couch but after three years of dating him you had never been this annoyed with him.

Thankfully for you he didn’t say anything as he nodded watching you walk into your bedroom before you let the door slam shut. You were both people who needed time to calm down after an argument and this was going to hopefully do the job. So as aggressively as you could without ripping your dress you pulled it off of your body as you made your way into the ensuite seeing the tub that was a sight for sore eyes.

It had only been thirty minutes since the sound of your bedroom door shutting took place and Nico had spent every one of those seconds contemplating whether or not he should come and apologise.

The first five minutes after, he had called Jack needing to rant to someone but the captain was quickly met with comments about how he was an asshole.

Then at minute fifteen he ordered a bouquet of your favourite flowers to come later that morning. This wasn’t an effort to make you forgive him, it was just what he always did each time you fought.

By minute twenty six he had unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher making sure that he had put the liquor that he drank back into the cabinet.

That brought him to minute thirty, where he was stood on the other side of the bathroom door as he weighed up both the pros and the cons of coming into the room.

You had spent all of those minutes with your knees pulled to your chest as you sat in your bubble bath letting his words replay in your head, Nico knew how you were called clingy by your ex in his justification for cheating on you and how he knew how much that hurt you. So as the tears fell down your face you wondered why the captain had done it. Did he intend on making you feel so small that you could have been the same size as the droplets that fell from your face? Did he want to hurt you in the worst way he knew possible?

You were quickly pulled away from your thoughts as there was a knock at the door “schatzi?” Your nickname from Nico came from the other side of the wood.

When you didn’t respond he spoke up again “can I come in?” He asked hoping you’d agree.

As much as you wanted to shut him out just like he had done to you, you knew that you were too far wrapped around his finger to fight his request “yeah,” you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear it.

You didn’t look at him though as he walking into the room. But at least Nico expected that much from you.

He sat down next to the bath letting his body go parallel to the tub as he faced you “you’ve been crying,” he sighed seeing the way your cheeks were red.

You nodded letting your lip quiver “I’m sorry,” you pulled your legs closer to your body as you still couldn’t shake his words from your mind.

The sight made his heart break “schatzi no,” he shook his head as he brought his hand over the tub as he hook two of his fingers under your chin as he forced you to look at him “I’m the one who needs to apologise.” Nico explained as he let his thumb wipe your wet cheek.

Before he could even talk you jumped in “did you really mean it?” You asked as you let your lips turn into a pout.

Nico hung his head in shame “no,” he confessed as he sighed “I love seeing your messages,” he added as he let the truth come out.

Sure the boys teased the heck out of him for the way he’d smile when your contact lit up his lock screen but all of those comments would go silent when he would threaten them with extra laps.

The captain continued “I’m sorry for not responding and for doing that every time we lose.” He didn’t even realise that you were the one he always took it out on when the team played like shit.

As much as he wanted you to jump out of the bathtub and into his arms he knew that it simply wasn’t how it worked “I’ll sleep on the couch until you are ready to talk.” Nico explained as he got up sending you an apologetic smile.

He leaned over the bathtub as he placed a kiss on your head “I love you.” His voice was soft as he turned around making his way back out of the tiled room.

Whilst you weren’t ready to forgive him just yet, you were no longer mad at him “Neeks?” You called out just before he shut the door and wanting to give you your privacy.

His head practically spun off of his head he spun around so fast “I love you too.” The corners of his lips turned upright as he reacted like this was the first time he had heard you say those words.

Now you knew that your friends were going to kill you for what you did next “sit here with me?” As hurt as you still were there was no denying that you missed him like crazy still craving his company.

He shut the bathroom door as he came back over to you “always,” he internally let out a cheer as he sat back down in his original spot just staring at you.

To some that gesture might have been creepy but to anyone who knew you two?

That was just Nico.

[worseforwords]

Danger

(Alessia Russo x Reader)

Chapter IV of Marshmallow

Four minutes. That’s how long it took for Alessia to say something that made your head spin when you saw each other again for the first time after Paris. You were in the changing room, unable to stop yourself from eavesdropping on the conversation on the other side of the room after Beth asked Alessia about the weekend you spent together in the city of love. “Yeah, it was really romantic. It almost felt real in a way.”

Her words caused you to perk up in an instant, and you could hear big, dramatic gasps emanating from Beth, Vic, and Kyra. “No, not like that, you idiots,” she quickly added. Of course not. Of course, it wasn’t like that.

The next few weeks once again revolved around finding the right balance between you and Alessia which was tougher than it seemed at first. You consciously distanced yourself from Alessia, even though you valued the friendship and connection the two of you had built over the past two months.

About three weeks in, you started feeling like you finally had things under control. You saw each other in training, talked and laughed together, but you always kept it light and casual. Both of you mostly fell back into your usual friend groups, so avoiding her outside of football wasn’t that hard, although you had to come up with excuses a few times in the process.

You were really feeling more confident in your own defences, so when Leah begged you to finally join a team night out again, you said yes. After all, you had started to run out of reasons not to, and obviously, you couldn’t tell her the real one.

The night out at the bar with your teammates was exactly what you needed after a long week of training. As you entered the lively bar, the sounds of laughter and music welcomed you. The atmosphere was electric, and you could tell it was going to be a memorable evening.

Leah wasted no time in rounding everyone up for a round of drinks. “First round’s on me!” she exclaimed with a mischievous grin, already heading towards the bar as you followed closely behind.

Meanwhile, Beth and Viv found a cozy corner booth for all of you to sit. Katie, true to form, was already causing a scene, engaging in animated conversation with the bartender as she ordered a round of shots for the table. “Make ‘em strong, mate!” she called out, earning a chuckle from the rest of the group.

“Katie, you’re going to get us kicked out before we’ve even had a chance to sit down,” Beth teased, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Relax! I’m just trying to spice things up a bit,” Katie retorted with a wink, earning another round of laughter from the group.

As the night progressed and the drinks kept flowing, Katie’s suggestion of playing a drinking game was met with enthusiastic approval from the group. The game started innocently enough, with rounds of laughter and playful banter filling the air. Laura was the first to lose a round, and she accepted her fate with a grin, downing a shot with flair.

Next up was Vic, who groaned dramatically when she lost. “Alright, no more shots for me. Hit me with your best dare,” she declared, rolling her eyes playfully. After a brief debate the group decided she had to do a TikTok dance all by herself on the empty dance floor. Brave as she was she did so without much hesitation, before sprinting back to the booth and falling into a fit of giggles in embarrassment.

After a couple of rounds, the alcohol had clearly taken its effect, and the laughter grew louder with each passing moment. The first few rounds you were on top of your game, and admittedly also a bit lucky. Luck wasn’t on your side forever though, and as the alcohol started taking its effect on you too, you eventually found yourself making more mistakes and losing a round.

Having had plenty of alcohol by now, you too decided on doing a dare instead of a shot. As everyone started discussing what they could have you do, Katie’s voice cut through the chatter, “How about you tell us how good of a kisser Alessia is!”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you shot a startled, somewhat angry glance at Alessia, who met your gaze with an apologetic expression. You hadn’t realised anyone beyond the two of you knew about your intimate moment in Paris. 

Alessia’s eyes then darted to Vic, who was busy shooting daggers across the table at Katie, who remained grinning, awaiting your response. It dawned on you how naive you had been to think such a juicy secret could remain between just the two of you in this team, but you couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed in Alessia. Though you now realised she likely saw the kiss as nothing more than a funny anecdote, and you couldn’t blame her for that. Unlike you, one sloppy kiss hadn’t left her longing for more, wanting to do it again every time you moved your lips to speak. She didn’t think about the feeling of your hands caressing the back of her neck every time she caught a whiff of your perfume, and she sure as hell didn’t imagine being trapped against a wall anytime you leaned into her before a corner. She wasn't pathetic like that. And neither were you, of course.

“I’ll take the shot instead,” you declared, tossing it back before excusing yourself and swiftly heading towards the toilet. You splashed some water on your face, and waited a while, hoping the topic of conversation would change whilst you were gone. Stepping back out after a minute, you found Alessia waiting in the hallway.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her expression apologetic as she placed a hand on your arm, indicating her sincerity. “I was stupid enough to think that would spread this quickly.”

“It’s fine, really,” you replied as you turned away, intending to rejoin the team, but Alessia’s grip on your wrist stopped you. “Wait—” she said and you turned around expectantly just as she tripped over her own feet and stumbled towards you, letting herself be caught by you. 

“Oh hi,” she said, her face now mere centimetres away from yours, and the familiar smell of her breath mixed with the smell of alcohol messed with your brain. “Maybe we should… you know— practice being girlfriends again, in case your parents show up or whatever,” she suggested with a grin, prompting you to steady her on her feet. She was clearly very intoxicated, more so than you and you realised there was no use in explaining to her again that your fake relationship was over. “Let’s head back inside shall we?” You suggested, avoiding her gaze as you turned away from her once more. 

“Yes! Let’s dance,” she exclaimed excitedly, following behind you.  By the time you arrived, your teammates were already dancing the night away, and you quickly made your way over to Leah, distancing yourself from Alessia.

“Mate, are you okay?” Leah asked, concern evident in her voice as she observed your expression. “You look proper floored.”

“Yeah, all good,” you lied, forcing a smile. “Nothing to worry about,” you tried to reassure her. Leah remained quiet for a bit, looking you up and down then scanning your face, seemingly unconvinced. “Well, great,” she replied finally, crossing her arms. “Now why the hell didn’t you tell me the two of you kissed?”

“Oh, that,” you began, trying to sound casual. “It didn’t mean anything, okay? So just drop it, please.” The annoyance in your voice caught yourself off guard and you quickly shifted your gaze to the floor, in fear of Leah’s reaction. “Jesus, all right,” she said, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Didn’t mean to step on your toes, mate.”

“Sorry Lee,” you groaned with an apologetic smile, although you knew she wasn’t really mad at you. She knew you were upset but she also knew you were as stubborn as a mule when it came to being vulnerable and talking about your feelings. She rolled her eyes dramatically and said, “Yeah, whatever. Let’s just have a good time and forget about it, alright?” 

You danced with Leah and some other teammates for a while before some of them headed to the bar with the promise of yet another round of drinks. Alessia seized the moment, pulling you into the centre of the lively crowd. The atmosphere was charged with energy, and Alessia, unburdened by inhibitions, twirled you around with an infectious grin.

As the music intensified, Alessia’s movements grew bolder. In the dim light and pulsating music, she closed the distance between you, her hand lingering on yours, and her body moving in sync with yours. You swallowed hard as you realised your intoxicated state inhibited you from doing anything but enjoy this moment.

At one point, the music slowed, and Alessia’s hand found its way to the small of your back, her gaze locking onto yours. She leaned in, a hint of mischief in her eyes, and you tensed, any questions you had getting stuck in your throat as you anticipated her next move.

Alessia’s lips brushed against your cheek, dangerously close to a kiss, but as you looked over her shoulder, you noticed Leah raising an eyebrow at you from where she stood across the bar. The realisation of what was happening hit you like a jolt, and you instinctively pulled back, breaking the intimate moment. A wave of conflicting emotions surged within you—temptation, confusion, and the desperate need to regain control. And you ran.

Leah caught up with you after a few minutes. “Hey! Wait, Y/N,” she called, grabbing your shoulder to slow you down from behind. “I don’t want to talk about it, Lee,” you groaned.

“Fine, don’t talk. But you’re not going home alone. I’m calling us an Uber,” she declared, and you knew there was no changing her mind. “Fine,” you sighed.

As you and Leah settled into the Uber, the ride was uncomfortably quiet. Each passing streetlight cast fleeting shadows across Leah's face, highlighting the concern etched into her features and her clenched jaw. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze, opting instead to stare out of the window as the city blurred past.

When the Uber pulled up outside Leah’s apartment, you braced yourself for the inevitable confrontation. Following your friend inside, you sank into the welcoming embrace of her sofa, feeling the weight of her gaze like a physical pressure.

Leah wasted no time, her voice cutting through the silence with unwavering determination. “Alright, out with it,” she demanded, her tone firm and uncompromising. “You’re not getting any sleep before you tell me what’s going on.”

At first, you scoffed at her blunt approach, your defences rising instinctively as you crossed your arms and stared at the wall. But beneath Leah’s steely exterior, you could sense the genuine concern and care in her words, and a part of you longed to unburden yourself to someone who truly understood. “I don’t know what to tell you, Lee. Nothing’s going on.” You briefly paused before quietly adding, “That’s the problem…”

“This is about Alessia,” Leah stated. Clearly, it didn’t matter how vague and distant you acted; she would always see right through you. “Y/N… that didn’t look like nothing to me.” Her voice was softer now, as she took a seat next to you.

“Well, it was,” you stated, and with a heavy sigh, you relented, the floodgates opening as you poured out anything and everything that had happened between you and Alessia in the past two months and how you felt about it. How you felt about her.

Leah listened intently, her expression softening as she absorbed your words, offering no judgment, only support. As you spoke, if only slightly, you felt a flicker of relief wash over you. And as the tears flowed freely, Leah remained by your side.

When you were done speaking, she held you as you shed a few more tears, until you felt your eyelids grow heavy. “Let’s get you to bed,” Leah softly stated as she took you to her guest bedroom.

The next morning, you woke up feeling a bit groggy but grateful for Leah’s help and care. When you entered the kitchen, she was still nowhere to be seen, so you decided to cook up a nice breakfast to thank her. You knew her kitchen like your own, as you always had to cook for her when you visited, not trusting her with it one bit. By the time Leah walked into the kitchen, you noticed her eyeing the food on the table with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“I made breakfast,” you offered with a chuckle, knowing all too well Leah’s lack of culinary skills. “Figured I’d return the favour. I can’t handle feelings without you, and you won’t have anything to eat without me.”

Leah raised an eyebrow in mock indignation. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to take cooking lessons,” she retorted, grabbing a slice of toast and taking a bite.

You both shared a laugh as you sat down to enjoy the delicious breakfast you had made. You ate in silence, and despite the weight of yesterday’s conversation still lingering in the air, there was a sense of peace and understanding between you.

Eventually, Leah broke the comfortable silence, her tone serious yet gentle. “Listen. I know there’s no way in hell you’re taking my advice on this,” she began, “but just for the record, I think you should tell her how you feel.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head, a sad smile tugging at your lips. “I can’t, Leah,” you admitted, the weight of your words heavy in the air. “She’s happy with Dan, and it wouldn’t be fair to her. Besides, I’d rather be friends than nothing at all.”

Leah sighed, her expression softening with understanding. “I get that, I really do, but you’re torturing yourself by letting things go on like this,” she said, her voice laced with concern.

Leah’s words stuck with you the rest of the day as you replayed the events of last night in your mind. She wasn’t wrong; this was torture for you.

By the end of the day, the solution seemed clear to you: avoid Alessia altogether. Confessing your feelings to her was not an option, and being around her hurt you. So, really, avoiding her was the only sensible thing to do.

The following week, you did everything in your power to make your plan work. You sat opposite to wherever she was in the changing room and in meetings, and left immediately after every training session. You stopped hanging out with teammates altogether, fearing she might join in. When Lotte mentioned she was coming over to your shared apartment, you quickly made up an excuse and left for the rest of the day.

It wasn’t easy, and frankly, it was painful when you felt her trying to reach out to you. She would attempt to start a conversation, and you would suddenly make a beeline for Leah or pretend you didn’t hear her. One time, she even sent you a photo of a new type of chocolate pretzels she had found, which you ignored. When she asked if you wanted to talk, you ignored that too, and it hurt.

Nevertheless, you knew in your heart this was the only way to keep the both of you from getting hurt, and so you persevered. That was until after two more weeks of avoidance, the inevitable finally happened.

Your alarm went off early that morning after not having had much sleep. The night before, Alessia had suddenly shown up at your apartment, stating she was there to meet Lotte. She had asked if you wanted to join them for dinner, and you made up an excuse and left. You didn’t return until much later, when the only light visible through the curtains was the little nightlight in the living room, and you knew the coast was clear. You stirred for a long time before finally falling asleep, having spotted Alessia’s coat and shoes in the hallway and knowing she was lying on the other side of the wall you were staring at.

You didn’t have training until later that day, but you decided on an early alarm so you could escape the apartment before anyone else would wake up. You quickly threw on some joggers and a sweatshirt and kept your morning talk in the mirror short and to the point. You felt a sense of confidence wash over you as you realised you’d managed to prevent yet another encounter with the person you had been avoiding for weeks. 

All that confidence left your body in an instant however, when you opened your bedroom door to be met with a pair of widened blue eyes already staring at you. “Hi,” said Alessia, a shy smile on her face.

“Morning,” you said dryly, “you’re up early.” You didn’t really want a conversation with her, but at this point, small talk seemed unavoidable. “I, uh, couldn’t sleep anymore,” she replied. You brushed past her to grab your shoes and sat down on the edge of the sofa to tie the laces.

“Hey, Y/N?” She started hesitantly, causing you to look up at her, dreading whatever she was about to ask you. “Do you want some coffee? I just made some.” 

“Oh, no thank you. I was just about to go for a walk actually,” you answered, avoiding her gaze by focusing on your shoelaces again. “Oh right, of course,” she said quietly. The discomfort she felt was clear in the way she moved, the tension in the room palpable. You felt your eyes starting to water as your emotions overwhelmed you. The disappointment written on Alessia’s face, the way your body tensed up with every word she said, and the fact that you still had to fight the urge to kiss her right then and there, it was all too much.

“Enjoy your walk,” she said softly as you disappeared into the hallway. You grabbed your coat and keys and finally left the house. 

As you were trying your best to fight the tears now brimming your eyelids from falling down your cheeks until you had at least rounded the corner, you heard a different voice calling your name from behind you: Lotte. And she didn’t sound happy. “What are you doing?” Her tone was like a shout but her volume that of a whisper, given how early it was.

“Taking a morning stroll,” you replied quietly without turning around hoping to leave it at that. “You know that’s not what I meant. I’m talking about Less. She really wants to talk to you but you’ve been avoiding her, ignoring her. I have no idea what’s going on with you but I can tell this is hurting her, and after all she’s done for you—” she stopped abruptly when you turned around to face her and she noticed the tears now rolling down your face. You saw the hesitation in her eyes. Lotte was not an angry person. In fact, this was the angriest you had ever seen her, so you knew you had really messed up. She scanned your face for a little longer before asking, “Can you please just tell me what’s going on?”

“I— I really can’t, I’m sorry.” You felt an immense sense of guilt wash over you. These past few weeks you had hardly given it any thought how your actions were affecting others. You had decided this was the best thing to do for everyone involved, but of course Alessia did not know that and she had had no say in the matter.

“Okay,” Lotte mumbled hesitantly, “okay, but will you at least talk to her later? You can’t avoid her forever, Y/N,” she stated, and you knew she was right. You took a deep breath before accepting your fate and telling her, “Yeah, okay. You’re right.”

You opted to save the talk for after training, giving both of you some time to prepare. Lotte relayed the news to Alessia and assured to spend the night at her boyfriend’s place, granting the two of you some privacy. 

You spent your morning trying to figure out how to tell her what was going on, struggling to come up with the right words. The day went by fast and training, albeit awkward and tense, also flew by. Before you knew it, you were back home, bracing for the dreaded conversation.

Alessia seemed unusually uncomfortable, fidgeting with her hands as you walked into the familiar living room in silence. “Tea?” You asked and she nodded as she got settled.

Returning with two cups of tea minutes later, you took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa. You sat in silence, both of you playing with your teabags for a while, contemplating how to initiate the conversation.

Finally, she broke the silence, her voice hesitant. “I, uh, have been wanting to talk about the other night, you know, at the bar” she began, her words coming out slowly and anxiously. Weeks had gone by since that night, but you had not given her a single chance to talk about it since. “I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable or crossed any boundaries.” 

You waved off her apology with a small smile. “It’s fine,” you reassured her, not really wanting to think or talk about that night anymore, since you knew it was just a drunken mistake to her, and so much more than that to you. “Just... caught me off guard, is all.”

Alessia’s expression softened, like she somehow knew exactly what you meant by that. She took a deep breath before blurting out three words you had never expected to hear her say.

“Dan is gay,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “His parents are... well, they’re really homophobic.” As she spoke, you could see a mixture of pain and embarrassment etched in her features, the weight of her words heavy on her shoulders.

Your confusion must have shown on your face, prompting Alessia to continue, her words tumbling out in a rush. “And, well, my parents were like yours. They kept asking when I’m going to settle down with a boyfriend,”

As Alessia spoke, the pieces started to fall into place, and you listened intently as she unraveled the complex web of her relationship with Dan. “We were really good friends, Dan and I," she explained, “And we get along well, so we came up with this... arrangement.”

She paused, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. “We decided to pretend to be together,” she admitted, pausing again to finally look at you. “To make everyone around us happy.”

“We just get each other so well, you know?” she added, her voice small. “And we already spent so much time together, so it wasn’t hard to pretend.”

You thought about what she said. Somehow, suddenly everything made sense but at the same time nothing did. After a moment of silence, you finally found the words to break through the heaviness in the air. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” you asked, your voice gentle yet curious.

Alessia hesitated for a moment before responding, her gaze fixed on the floor. “I was embarrassed, I guess,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “And all I wanted was to focus on my career, so this seemed like an easy way to get everyone to stay off my case too.”

She paused briefly before continuing. “I love the friendship I have with him,” she explained, a hint of sadness in her voice as she looked at you. “And I never really felt the need to be more than friends with anyone anyway, so this has just always felt like it was enough for me. Well, until—” she stopped speaking abruptly, her words trailing off into silence.

“Until what?” you pressed, your curiosity piqued by her sudden pause. But Alessia shook her head, her expression guarded. “Nothing, never mind,” she replied, avoiding your gaze.

The conversation lapsed into silence again, the unanswered question hanging between you like a heavy fog. “Okay… so why are you telling me this now?” you asked, breaking the silence once more, your voice soft.

Alessia shrugged, her eyes flickering up to meet yours. “I don’t know, I guess I felt really bad about lying to you all this time,” she confessed, her voice tinged with regret. “Since we’ve gotten so close. Not many people know. In our team, it’s just Lotte actually. I really value our friendship, Y/N.”

As you sat there, letting everything she had just confessed sink in and trying to make sense of what it all meant, you suddenly noticed how uncomfortable Alessia looked. You quickly scooted over to her side of the sofa, prompting her to look up at you.

Reaching out, you placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Thank you for telling me, Less,” you said gently, offering her a reassuring smile. “You know you have nothing to be embarrassed about, right? Especially since I did the same thing with you.”

A small laugh escaped her lips, a hint of relief flickering in her eyes. “Guess we’re both experts at this fake relationship thing, huh?” she remarked, the tension in the room easing slightly.

You chuckled softly. “Yeah, now it does make a lot of sense why you came up with the idea in the first place,” you teased, a playful glint in your eye.

Alessia smiled, the embarrassment slowly fading from her features. “Well, it seems to have worked for both of us,” she quipped, her tone lightening.

Taking a sip of her tea, Alessia seemed lost in thought for a moment before meeting your gaze once more. “Thanks, though,” she said sincerely, her eyes softening. “For understanding, and for not judging me.”

You returned her smile with a soft one of your own. “There’s nothing to judge. I think it's really nice of you to do this for Dan,” you added.

Alessia’s smile widened, a touch of warmth in her eyes. “Thanks, Y/N. Means a lot.” She paused, clearly wanting to add something else, her smile fading into a frown. “So… are we okay?” she asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” you said genuinely. You didn’t exactly know why yet, but somehow you felt a sense of peace about the whole situation after the conversation you had just had.

“Good, I’m glad,” she said, a relieved sigh escaping her lips. “Cause I’ve missed hanging out with you. I was really glad we had become such good friends, and I was afraid I had ruined it all by not being honest.”

“You didn’t,” you reassured her. “I was just a little… confused,” you added, hoping to leave it at that.

She nodded. “Yeah, I get that. I hope this cleared some stuff up then.” She sent you a warm smile. As the conversation wound down, Alessia glanced at the clock, realising the lateness of the hour. “I should probably get going,” she said, rising from the sofa with a small sigh.

You nodded in understanding, standing up as well. “Yeah, no problem,” you replied, walking her to the door. Before she left, Alessia turned to. “Good night,” she whispered with a grateful smile on her face as she pulled you in for a warm hug.

“Good night, Less.”

[ethanmorales]

Misconceptions

All Parts Now Posted - Masterlist

Part 1 - Ablaze

Pairing: Ethan Morales x reader 1.3k words Tags: make out, angst Warning: swearing

My fingers grazed against his chest and as I let my hand wander down his torso, I felt every muscle under twitch in anticipation. I looked up at his face and he was already looking at me with a mixture of lust and longing.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

Oh and I missed him. For what other reason would I have climbed through his window at 2:12 in the morning?

But I didn’t say it back. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. Me caring. Me wanting him so bad it hurt. Me falling while he was always just having a good time.

“Babe?”

I looked up at him, pulled out of my thoughts by his inquiring tone.

“Just kiss me,” I demanded.

He only hesitated for two seconds, just briefly enough for his brown eyes to send a silent question, “everything okay?” But his mouth never asked; it was too busy connecting with mine in a blazing kiss that threatened to consume me, him, both of us together.

Everything was on fire. Everywhere he touched. Everywhere he kissed. My skin burned with his touch and for it. We barely paused for breath as he laid me down on his bed. He unlinked our mouths long enough to grab the hem of my shirt and help me out of it. Then we lit up again.

I glided my fingers in the soft waves of his hair as his mouth found the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. His teeth gently grazed against the skin, just enough for me to feel the pressure but not enough to cause pain and then his tongue followed. He started trailing downward to my chest with that same technique.

"Ethan." It was a half-whispered moan. I say half whispered because it was not as quiet as I intended it to be.

At his name, he looked up at me, smiling that damning adorable smile of his and placed a finger over my lips.

"My parents' sleep next door."

He was better at whispering than I was. Probably had more experience at this kind of clandestine middle of the night type of encounter. Before the bitter thought took full effect in my head, his mouth clashed against mine in another fiery kiss. Almost like he wanted to distract me from my own thoughts.

It was working.

The kiss that started like a flame scorching through us with intensity and desperation, simmered down into a heart wrenching slower tempo. Our mouths molded together, his tongue slow danced with mine in perfect unison... and I was lost.

Lost to the sweet taste of his lips. Lost to the movement of his pelvis against mine and the calculated motions building up the fire that he had awoken in me. Though we still had enough clothing separating us from the fusing of our bodies, it didn't dampen the ever-present ache within me.

With the way he touched me, you would think he felt the same.

So, I was lost. Lost in the depths of longing. Longing for this guy that could never ever reciprocate such feeling in return.

I pushed away from him as abruptly as I had the thought. I was met by a look that someone that didn't know him would think is concern. But I knew better.

"I have to go." My words practically a mumble.

"What?" he seemed disoriented in a way, his eyes searching for something in mine that I didn't want him to find.

"It's late," I said, "If we wake up your parents, they'll disown you for real this time."

Ethan's eyes though still confused, hid partially away by the appearance of his mischievous smile, "So what? They've disowned me like 50 times already. Just this year."

I rolled my eyes.

"You say that with so much pride," I whispered, simultaneously pulling myself out of his grasping hands. I heard him groan in protest behind me as I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Because the shit they say doesn't mean anything. They think that by acting like they're disappointed in me, I'll just magically turn into the son they always wanted. It's bullshit."

I shook my head at this rant and turned to face him. He had gotten up from the bed as well and was less than two feet away from me.

"If you really didn't care, you wouldn't' have shushed me earlier. But God knows you're too cool to admit to caring about anything so I'm not having this argument with you." I sounded defeated. He noticed the change in my tone immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Why do we have to argue at all? There are way more fun things that we could be doing right now." Even as he said it, I could see that he didn't mean it. Something in his expression closed off at my previous comment.

"I have to be up early anyways," I said gently.

"Sure. Whatever." He walked towards his window. I followed behind until we were in front of it.

I looked up at him. He didn't seem to want to look me in the eye as he avoided my gaze. I gave up.

"Okay. I'll see you around then."

My voice was small, and I hated myself for it. This is where we end up every time. I understand that he has never claimed to be anything but who I've always known him to be, but can you blame me for wanting more? I'm only human. And I know... that's it's wrong that I want him to change for me. I should be accepting him as he is or staying away from him, but I can't. The harder I try, the easier it is for me to end up here with him. Stuck in this goddamn tragic loop of ours.

I shake my head to myself and throw a leg over the windowsill. As I push myself out and my feet touch the freshly cut grass of his backyard, I thank God he lives in a one-story home.

When I turn to close his bedroom window, he stops me with a hand over mine. I move mine away and he frowns. He proceeds to climb out of his window.

"What?" I ask, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. I was already too emotionally drained to hide my upset.

He blinks with confusion. "What am I doing wrong?"

I huff but say nothing.

He sighs, "How do I stop upsetting you if you won't tell me what it is that you're upset about?"

I snap. "You. You are the reason I'm upset!"

His eyes widen, "What about me? "

I want to tell him. I want to tell him everything. All the things he makes me feel; good and bad. My fears. My thoughts. But I can't. Because I know what he will say.

"I didn't sign up for this".

"We had a deal."

"Don't start getting clingy."

I've heard it all come out of his mouth before. Not with me. With the many girls I've seen him with. But still. I refuse to make the mistakes the rest of them did. I will never admit that I had fallen for him. Not now. Not ever.

I held his gaze for a second, but his beautiful brown eyes made my poor heart flutter uncomfortably in my chest. I look away.

"Nothing, sorry. I really gotta go. I get cranky when I don't sleep."

I start turning around to leave, but then feel his arm snake around my waist and pull me in against him, leaving no space between us.

I look up at him in a question. His eyes scanned my face for something, though I'm not sure what.

"Liar."

That's all he says before his mouth crashes over mine.

I didn't want it. The rational part of me knew that I should back off and walk away. But as soon as his tongue invades my mouth, the heat of our flame sears through my whole being... and we're back to where we started.

To be continued...

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A/N: Haven't written in ages. But after watching season 4 of Never Have I Ever.... I had to. My goodness, Ethan got me feeling all kinds of things lol. Made a new blog just to write this without judgement. Let me know if you want a part 2. I feel like this might deserve another part. Or maybe I can turn it into a series? Let me know if you liked it and I'll write more :)

Update: will be doing a part two! Maybe 3... we shall see :D

[etfrin]

⤷ ❝No! I love love you!❞´ˎ- | Ethan Landry

Warning - partying/mentions of alcohol, being drunk | lmk if I forgot anything!

Summary - Ethan is in love with you. You go to a party, get drunk, he brings you back home, your drunken ass decides to put makeup on him then you confess your love

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

Ethan Landry x female! Reader

Ethan was scrolling down his Instagram feed as you got ready for the party,

You were applying the finishing touches of your makeup as Ethan looked up from his phone to you. His mind is awe-struck as he sees you are wearing the lipstick he bought. “You’re looking good,” he remarked, a blush creeping onto his face. He looked away, his attention on his phone again, but it failed to be a distraction.

His heart was beating faster than it should. For a moment, he wondered if he was having an attack from your beauty. But, it wasn’t the first time he was close to death’s door from you. From the first time you had smiled at him to now, every action of yours made him question reality. You were real? It was hard to believe at times causing him to pinch himself randomly whenever you were knocking his breath away.

Even now, he had subtly pinched his hand, the pain alerting him that this wasn’t a fever dream. You were real, just wasn’t his.

“Ethan! Ethan, you dumbass,” he hears you say. He turns his attention to you in a second, his phone forgotten in his hand. “Yes, love,” he said, making sure his voice was soft, and soothing to hear.

You give him an amused smile, “Lost in your head, E? I called you several times.” He felt his body flushing with embarrassment. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thought. “Oh, I was thinking about an assignment,” he lied, trying to make himself look less like a lovesick idiot. “It’s due soon,” he adds for extra measure.

You don’t catch the lie, instead, you tease him by saying, “That’s why you should always finish assignments beforehand, stupid.” He gives you a shrug, “Some of us have a life that includes getting out of the house,” he quips back, knowing you would never take his words in an insulting manner.

You only chuckle in reply, too busy fixing your dress. He gets out of bed to stand behind you in front of the mirror. He wraps his arm around from behind, pulling you to his chest, his head now on his shoulder, effectively hugging you. For a moment, he wondered if you feel his heart racing, the beats seemingly echoing in his ears. His breath hitching from having you so close to him. This was nothing to you but a friendly hug, a habit he developed due to you giving him hugs like this more often than it should be appropriate.

You leaned back to him, your eyes meeting his in the mirror. He couldn’t hide the love he felt for you but you were too blind to notice it. “I look pretty, right” you questioned, grinning.

He hides his face in your hair to avoid looking at you, to avoid making himself the fool he already was. “So pretty,” he whispered. You hum in question, not catching his answer,

“You look good,” he said again, taking a step away from you. He had to stop himself from hugging you again, to feel you in his arms, his body against yours.

Fuck, he was so in love.

Getting the confirmation you wanted, you leave for the party, Ethan’s hand in yours. Your fingers were interlocked with his in a tight grip, not breaking even when the hold got slippery. He was leading the way, walking a bit faster than usual but making sure you could keep pace, his hold never faltering. You would squeeze his hand as a code for him to slow down, and his legs always slowed down after each squeeze.

Soon, you reach the party, the loud music blaring at your ears. It doesn't take much time for you to lose each other. Him in the corner sipping a drink and talking to a few others while you let loose on the dancefloor. Even when he was chatting with someone else, he made sure to keep his eyes on you so that nobody would take advantage of you. He knew you could pull a mean punch but extra safety never hurt.

The music continues and the minutes spent in the party blend into hours as you keep drinking your shorts knowing Ethan wasn't much of a drinker.

A faint pain creeping on your legs made you realize that's enough dancing for the night and you looked around to find Ethan. Your eyes meet him and you smile, walking to him.

You smelled of cheap beer and the perfume you wore. You wrapped your arms around him, and with a high-pitched voice you whined, "Ethan." Ethan already knew what to do, familiar with your drunkenness.

He patted your back, "Come on, let's get you home." You only giggled in response, your mind fuzzy with alcohol and the happy chemicals that came with the dancing.

He takes most of your weight as he drags you back to your dorm. He sits on your bed, sighing as you stand in front of the mirror, trying to remove your makeup before sleeping. You were doing a shoddy job and Ethan being the sweetheart he is couldn't stand the mess you were making, knowing that you would probably scream at yourself when you notice the smudges of red lipstick and the blue eyeliner all over your face.

He takes the make-up remover wipes to gently swipe down on your face to get rid of the mess. Meanwhile, your hands were around his waist, your face tilted up so he could have access.

Your lips formed a drunken smile as he continued to wipe down your makeup, wasting more wipes than he should. After he finishes, you properly hug him. Your face is buried into his chest.

"You would look pretty with makeup," you murmur, "Can I pretty please apply make-up on you, E? You're so handsome… I want to make you look beautiful."

Your voice was slurred but the way your eyes were twinkling with hope. How could he say no? He was a bit nervous, surely you would make a mess with your lack of motor skills right now.

But it would be a core memory for him even if you don't remember it in the morning.

Now, you were on his lap, his face covered in a shade of foundation that didn't match his skin tone at all. His cheeks are a horrible shade of pink. He looked like a nightmare, in all honesty, but the way your eyes were formed into a crescent as you kept giggling, trying to apply the red shade of lipstick on him made him feel like a prince.

When you lean back to admire the nightmare you painted, you are wheezing with laughter. Ethan grips your waist tightly so that you can still be balanced.

"I love you," he whispered, the words heavy on his tongue because he would never mean it just as a friend. You stopped laughing, you smiled a sweet smile. Your hands cup his cheek, pulling him closer. His breath hitches because he thought you would kiss him and he should pull away. You're drunk, you don't- you don't know what you're doing but he stays still frozen as your lips begin to bridge the gap.

Your lips brush against his, a touch that makes him think he reached heaven. "I love you too," you whispered. "Not like I love you," he whispered back, wanting to pull you closer to get a proper kiss. You shake your head, "No, Ethan! I love love you." You add, "I love you so much I want to kiss you and go insane from your touch."

You wouldn't remember your words in the morning, apologizing to Ethan for being a chaos incarnate the previous night.

But Ethan would. He would always remember the kiss you shared after your confession. He would make sure that you were his in the upcoming days.

this is dedicated to that one person who posted that we need more Ethan fluff, i hope this post finds it's way to you because you're the one i wrote it for (and myself)