#not realising you’re just shooting yourself in the foot

[e-von-dahl]

I think that anon was probably referencing how LGBT communities don't really have a need to bring up a few years of teenagers bullying each other on tumblr because it's not a huge deal for them in comparison. the ace community brings it up rather frequently because it's pretty much the worst thing to ever happen to their community since they don't face systemic issues in the way LGBT people do

“The worst thing to ever happen to their community” yeah and the worst thing to happen to lgbt people was some kids using gay as an insult… (obvious fucking sarcasm)

Ace people absolutely face systemic issues you fucking dolt. Corrective rape, conversion therapy, marriage discrimination, medical discrimination, etc. are all issues that are faced by ace people. Either you’re living under a rock or you’re wilfully ignorant.

Also if you think the worst of the ace discourse era was just “teenage bullying” you weren’t actually there to witness the genuinely awful shit people said and did. My original post was pretty lighthearted, I was just talking about some of the batshit nonsense people came up with, but there was some genuinely horrific stuff happening as well.

[misted-dream]

BET YOU WANNA BE MINE ﹒⌗﹒🥀﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 재현 + fem!reader

in which . . . the last person you expected to show up in front of your door at midnight is jaehyun—your ex.

content&warnings | MDNI smut, profanity, mentions of dui, infidelity, angst bc exes, toxic themes (jaehyun is a red flag), oral f receiving, dirty talk, unprotected sex

word count | 3.2k

⋆.˚ . . . heavily inspired by roses by jaehyun of course

12:01AM

a knock sounds at your apartment door.

your tired feet shuffle slowly through the dimness of your living room, with the warm glow of the kitchen light spilling over.

a shadow bleeds through the gap beneath your door, blocking the hallway light in two different spots.

with the chain still attached, you twist the handle, opening the door only slightly.

you tilt your head, angling yourself to get a view of whoever’s standing on the opposite side.

…

without hesitation, you press your palm to the wooden surface, pushing on the door to shut it. hard.

“wait!” a voice calls from outside.

his voice calls from outside.

and you notice the door, in fact, isn’t shut when it should be by now; a shoe wedging in between the frame.

your body stills for a second, despite the alarms ringing in your head.

“is he here?” he asks, meekly.

for whatever reason, you decide to respond, “no.”

the ‘he’ in question is your current boyfriend, whom the ‘he’ outside your apartment right now knows enough about to render that question needlessly rhetorical. and useless.

you push harder on the door, trapping his foot tighter between the wooden board and its frame.

“can i just speak to you? 5 minutes,” he pleads, “5 minutes is all i need.”

you know him well enough that if you were to say ‘no’ to his bidding here, it’d be easy to assume he’d stay the night in the corridor outside—and then you’ll actually be fucked if your boyfriend saw him in that state tomorrow morning.

you roll your eyes, even though he can’t see you.

“move your goddamn foot.”

he does what you say; a part of him scared that you’re just gonna shut the door on him, but relief comes in the form of you standing there, the door swung open, and you looking straight at him.

“speak.”

he licks his bottom lip, glossing over it lightly. the bright lights overhead highlights his cheekbones, sculpting his face like a statue.

“yn…”

“jaehyun.”

this is the first time—first time in 7 months that you spoke his name aloud and not cursed him in the same breath.

he staggers a step behind him, and you instinctively reach out. upon realisation, you pull your arm back.

jaehyun clamps his eyes shut, his nose slightly scrunching up as if he’s recalling something particularly difficult to say. “i really—”

“are you drunk?” the sharpness in your voice shoots him awake with his eyes opened.

“no,” he replies firmly and adds a shake with his head, “no.”

you sigh. “how did you get here?”

“i have a car.”

“you fucking drove—are you insane?” despite every conscious effort to not get close to him, you find yourself tugging on his arm with your hand, pulling him inside before he has a chance to collapse on the floor. jaehyun shows absolutely zero signs of resistance to this.

the door slams shut behind you two.

“sit down,” you utter, more like a command than anything. “i’ll get you some water.”

jaehyun is drunk; there’s no denying it. but not drunk enough to not know how to navigate your apartment even in the dark. perhaps, he has your history to thank for that.

he sinks down into your couch with you shortly appearing next to him with a mug in your hands that you cup his fingers over.

“thanks,” he mutters softly, taking a sip of water.

“don’t think your 5 minutes doesn’t still stand,” you watch him pointedly. a sudden impatience ringing in his bones, jolting his posture upright.

jaehyun sets the mug down on the coffee table. eyes looking up at you as you stand over him.

he breathes out deeply.

he drops his gaze to the mug for a moment, looking as though he’s contemplating his words carefully. the slight hum of your fridge being the only thing you can hear, and suddenly it’s a thousand times louder than usual.

meeting your eyes again, he leans forward.

with every beat of silence that comes, a hammering picks up in your chest.

his lips part, and the words that follow fall heavily. "i think about you."

air is knocked out of your lungs momentarily. you feel your shoulders drop.

"i miss you," jaehyun's voice is like a needle. feeble, almost undetectable, and aiming straight for your heart.

the stabbing pain that you felt more than half a year ago when you and jaehyun broke up returns. your heart dropping straight to your stomach, sinking and stirring around in the acid.

you can only scoff.

"stop fucking around," your tone harsh and your voice coarse. you fold your arms across your chest, regarding him with slight contempt in your eyes.

"i'm not," jaehyun counters, "yn—"

"no," you sternly shut him down. "this isn't fair, you know it isn't fair."

you couldn’t stop the next words from coming out, a result of the long suppressed, built up anger and resentment you held towards your ex.

“you were the one who broke up with me, jaehyun.”

jaehyun only looks at your face. his brows softened, knitting together slightly as he studies the expression on it.

“i know,” he offers in the way of a comfort. arms reaching out to you and holding your wrists in his hands.

if it wasn’t for the overtly complex prism of emotions inside of you right now, there’d be more aversion to his touch. but his skin on yours feels so familiar. it feels right. so much so that you allow yourself to be pulled closer to him sitting there.

maybe less allow, and more just letting your body move to whatever stimulus in a catatonic state.

you’re standing in between his knees, looking down at him, and the urge to fall right back into your once favourite habits emerges from the pit of your stomach. but your mind is clear enough to keep to your discipline.

jaehyun picks one of your hands up to his lips. gently, he kisses the back of it; a gesture way too intimate but you can’t bring yourself to stop him.

“i fucked up,” his voice is low and steady as he brushes his thumb across your knuckles. “i know i did, and i shouldn’t have.”

he runs his other hand up your leg, soft like a feather caressing you. and suddenly, it’s like you’re brought back to reality—the fact that this is actually happening and you’re allowing it to.

“stop,” you pull your hand away from his grip, “it’s too late for apologies, jaehyun.”

when you were together, every time his name fell from your lips, it sounded sheepish, like he’s some high school crush that you’re afraid to utter the name of. and this time, it’s none different.

he settles his hand on top of your hips. “i’m sorry,” he voices completely disregarding what you just said.

you shake your head, “that doesn’t mean anything.” there was a time where you would’ve given anything to hear this from him. except now, as bitterness has steadily been building in you, you’d much rather have him beg and plead for your forgiveness instead.

“i miss you,” he says again. his glassy eyes telling of his desperation, which is only amplified by him pulling your waist closer.

you put your hands on his shoulders, holding yourself away as much as you can. “i have a boyfriend,” you throw out weakly, as if even you don’t believe it to be a strong enough argument against the case that is jung jaehyun.

“and i never should’ve let you get that chance. to be with him.”

all the anger and resentment you still felt towards jaehyun just a few moments ago seems to have dissipated. you relax your arms, your body moving in closer to his.

your eyelids flutter over jaehyun’s features. he’s always been handsome, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this. under you, shadows casted on his face from your body, eyes dark with anticipation.

you fix your eyes on his, “i can’t do this to him.”

if you had known jaehyun would be coming, you wouldn’t have worn this particular pair of shorts. “i don’t care about him,” he says rubbing the bare back of your thigh with his palm.“this is about you. us.” jaehyun pulls your legs up onto the couch, sitting you on top of his knees.

his eyes glaze over you like honey, and memories of the two of you fill his mind. you have never been more beautiful than right now.

the tip of his thumb grazes the side of your cheeks, pushing your hair back. “tell me you don’t miss me, and i’ll leave.”

you stay in silence, completely enchanted with just a look from him that close to you.

“i thought so,” jaehyun admits lowly, like a whisper.

you can’t pinpoint where in the brief encounter tonight that jaehyun took control over the situation, but the thing is that he is certainly holding the reins.

he presses his lips on yours, gently at first, as if already savouring this moment for reminiscing later. as he feels you kissing him back, he pushes in deeper.

his hands slide your hips further down his lap. lips still interlocked, he kisses you like he’s a starved man and you’re his last meal.

he hums, mumbling against your lips, “i missed you so fucking much,” the vibrations sending a chill down your spine, “god.”

you catch a faint scent of his cologne, the one you bought for him ages ago.

“i need to taste you,” he pulls away from your mouth shortly, mumbling the words, “will you let me?” into you.

you peel yourself off of him, catching your breath and nodding. and if that wasn’t enough, you breathe out a shaky “yes.”

jaehyun picks your body up in his arms, laying you down on the couch with your head on top of the rest. you watch him hook his fingers into your waistband and pull your shorts down, an eagerness to his pace.

he looks up at your face through your legs, waiting for confirmation of any kind before he similarly pulls your panties down.

you give him a subtle nod, and the next second, your cunt is bare and exposed to him. instinctively, your knees press together, clamming your thighs shut.

“oh, baby,” he tuts, palms spreading your legs open for him again. “fuck,” he bites down on his lip, “i missed this pretty pussy.”

helplessly, you feel the heat underneath your skin bloom in your cheeks.

jaehyun runs the tip of his finger up your slit, letting out hums of satisfaction as he does so. you feel your back arch slightly just at the littlest of movements from him. you swear you catch a smirk from him before he starts sucking on your clit.

his tongue works up and down your cunt, covering it in a mixture of your own wetness and his spit. he moans against you, “i missed how you taste.”

your hands find their way into jaehyun’s hair, gripping tightly and trying to resist the urge to push him deeper into your cunt.

he laps his tongue over and over your clit, a finger dragging up and down your folds. he hums, “do you still like it like this, baby?” he pushes the tip of his finger inside of you, easing his way in from the slickness.

slowly, he drags his finger in and out of your cunt, swirling circles with his tongue on your clit at the same time. gently, he places his other palm over your lower abdomen, applying the slightest bit of pressure.

you can’t help your legs from squirming under him.

“oh, you do, don’t you?” his voice undoubtedly laced with an edge of cockiness. brash from the fact that he's convinced he still knows your body in ways that no one else does, not even your current boyfriend.

but you'd rather die than ever even consider affirming that.

you bite down hard on your bottom lip, keeping the whines you so desperately want to release inside.

jaehyun keeps lapping his tongue over your cunt tirelessly, pumping his finger smoothly into you. then, without warning, adding another digit, and another.

despite your best efforts, a small cry escapes you. nails digging deep into jaehyun’s shoulders as you feel yourself stretched out on his fingers.

“fuck, jae,” you feel him purr at your nickname for him

“yes, baby?”

you feel the tightening in your stomach, your legs threatening to squeeze shut. “i’m close,” you faintly manage in between soft whimpers.

“do it,” jaehyun murmurs, his voice muffled against you, “i need to see you cum again.” his fingers quicken their pace, “please. cum on my face, baby.”

you fight the urge to not give him what he wants, but truly, he’s too good at making you feel good. his palm presses a little harder on your stomach, tipping you that little bit over the edge as the pressure releases on his fingers. a blinding wave of dopamine flashes across your eyes, your walls clenched tightly around his fingers so much so that jaehyun struggles to move his hand.

jaehyun mutters as he watches you; eyes shut tight, back arched, and hands holding his face in place as you ride your orgasm out on him.

“mhm, that’s it baby,” he mumbles as you slowly come down from your high. “good girl,” he smirks before pressing a final kiss on your clit.

he crawls over your body, caging you inside his arms with his hands on either side of your shoulders.

your eyelids feel heavy, drooping low as you watch jaehyun push your hair away from your face. “you’re still the prettiest when you cum,” he smiles cheekily.

you barely manage to breathe out a breathy, “shut up,” causing him to chuckle over you.

“don’t believe me?”

jaehyun takes one of your wrists, pulling your hand down to palm the front of his jeans.

“you don’t even have to do anything—that’s how fucking hard you make me.”

you look down at your hand cupping over his bulge. then, back up into his eyes, fingers unbuttoning the top of his jeans. “what are you gonna do about it then?”

jaehyun laughs an unamused laugh, and you know too well what that means.

“baby, baby,” he gently shakes his head. “you’re going to regret saying that.” he unzips the zipper, pulling his boxers down until his cock springs up free from its confines.

the tip of it swelling red, precum leaking little by little at a time.

you feel your body tremble at the sight of his dick, even after all this time. the first time you had sex with jaehyun, you couldn’t walk straight the next morning.

he wraps his hand around his shaft, pointing its head directly at your cunt. slowly, he spreads his precum all over your slit—still sensitive from your orgasm. he drags his tip over your entrance, teasing you and enjoying every second of it.

your body writhes at this fleeting touch, the need to be filled up with his dick chipping away at your dignity.

“you want this cock, baby?” jaehyun brushes your cheek with his thumb, like he’s wiping away tears. “i’ll give it to you.”

he steadies himself with his palms firmly planted on the armrest.

then, in one swift motion, he thrusts his hips into you, the entirety of his length disappearing inside you. the sudden shock of it making you scream out.

"what the fuck?" you curse him with your head thrown back.

jaehyun only smirks before pounding into you again, harder this time, eliciting a groan of his own. "i missed how good you feel, fuck."

your fingers attempt to grapple onto anything within reach, but come up short. one of your arms swing itself over jaehyun's neck, drawing your bodies closer as he thrusts again.

the sheer size of him inside you makes you feel like you're being split open. you moan out his name, his hips bucking inside of you as a response.

"i forgot how well you take my dick," his arm buckles slightly under his weight, "isn't that right, baby?" jaehyun begins to build a rhythm with his thrusts, pumping deep inside you every time.

he leans down, connecting your lips together softly, "you're made for me."

his thrusts grows harder, ramming himself into you with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your womb every time. you're sure that it will probably bruise by tomorrow.

the filthy noise of his skin slapping onto yours echo in your ears, mixing in with his gravelly moans. "he can't fuck you like this, can he?" jaehyun spits.

your hand goes up to cover your own mouth, not wanting to let the almost pornographic noises out of you. this only causes jaehyun to pull it away, pinning your wrist to the couch.

"oh, i know, baby. he can't fuck you like i do."

it doesn't take much before you can feel yourself nearing another orgasm. so close, it's practically within reach.

"jaehyun..." you moan weakly.

"you're gonna cum again for me, huh?" he hisses, "how long has it been since he's fucked you properly? cumming twice for me first time i see you again?"

all you can focus on is your incoming orgasm. back arching into his chest, your hand struggling to break free from his hold.

"please," you plead, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

"you want me to rub your clit, don't you?" jaehyun mutters in between hitches in his breath.

you nod, your body verging on begging him for it.

a knowing smirk plays on his lips. "tell me you're mine."

you let out a whine, frustrated that you can't free your hand to do it yourself.

"do it," he orders, "you want to cum? say you're mine."

"fuck," you pant, struggling to keep a steady breath. your mind hazy with overwhelming carnal pleasure, "fuck, i'm fucking yours. i'm yours."

"now, how hard was that?" jaehyun grins before snaking a hand down to rub circles on your sensitive nub.

within seconds, you feel your orgasm unravel itself on jaehyun's dick, walls closing in tight around him.

feeling you tightening around his cock, jaehyun buries his face in the crook of your neck. your hand holds onto his back, nails sinking into the muscle across his shoulder blades. you hear his muffled moans into your skin as he cums, releasing his load inside you and filling you up full with his cum.

curses slip past his lips as the two of you catch your breath, jaehyun still stuffed inside you.

the ringing from your orgasm begins to quiet down, and you give jaehyun a couple of taps on the shoulder. gently, he pulls himself out, and the sudden absence leaves your body aching for it again.

his body collapses next to you on the couch.

"fuck," he mutters under his breath.

"that was fucking stupid," you confess out loud, now that your head isn't clouded by pure animal instinct.

to your surprise, jaehyun agrees. "yeah," his chest rising and falling rapidly.

he shifts his weight onto his elbow, propping himself up. "but what are we if not stupid?" jaehyun leans in, pecking your lips quickly and then doing it again. a stupid, stupid grin on his face that you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss.

[wileys-russo]

ahem. You. I have a foxy request— her obsession with her kindle while she’s dating you, perhaps? You don’t want to go paperless, but Foxy keeps trying to convince you to get a kindle. She’ll hide your book and make comments like “but if you had a kindle” and teasingly roll her eyes, but it goes both ways? Maybe R is taller than her, so one day she takes emily’s kindle and holds it over her head and emily tries to get it back and R just keeps gently tapping her head with the kindle before holding it back up. Absolutely no pressure, this just sounded like smth down your alley?

brand deal II e.fox

“em?” you called out hesitantly, frowning as the majority of the lights were switched off in your apartment and you let yourself in. “emily?” you called again, hair pricking up on the back of your neck as you took a few cautious steps forward.

“where is she?” you mumbled with a frown, knowing she was in fact here given she’d called you about five minutes ago as you were pulling into the parking garage to check when you’d be home.

you settled a little as you flicked on the living room lights, hanging your bag up and shrugging off your puffer jacket. “you’re back!” you screamed and almost fell over at the new voice interrupting the thick silence.

“don’t do that!” you scowled at your girlfriend, kicking off your shoes as she made her way closer with a grin. “do what? say hi?” the brunette teased as your facial expression remained unamused.

“why were all the lights off you freak? i called out for you twice!” you defended, making your way into the kitchen to wash your hands.

having caught your neighbours practically pantsless in your buildings elevator the other day you’d made sure to thoroughly wash your hands every time you had to enter it since.

“well it was light outside when i started this chapter, and now…many chapters later, it’s dark.” emily shrugged in explanation as you gave her an odd look.

“you were reading…in the dark?” “yes." "do you have like some superhuman ability to see in the dark that you just never told me about?" "obviously?"

"oh well sorry i didn't realise i was dating a mutant!" you teased with a roll of your eyes, your girlfriend smiling in amusement. "you don't need the lights on to read on a kindle babe." the american revealed the truth as you rolled your eyes again but this time less playfully.

"you know if you had one-" "don't try to brand deal me fox, i know all your little tricks."

"no come on, don't be like that!" emily laughed at your obvious disdain as you moved to start rummaging through the fridge. "like what exactly?" you sighed, tapping your foot trying to magically conjure up what you were going to cook for dinner with your severe lack of groceries.

the two of you were going away for a few days since there wasn't a game this weekend for arsenal and the girls were given some time off, so you'd both put off buying anything which might perish while you were gone.

"like such a negative nelly." "you are so american sometimes its painful." "hey! you were living in the states by your own choice when we met, thank you."

"emily i truly believe that if it was put to you that you had to choose between being with me or never reading on that stupid thing again, you'd choose the kindle." you pivoted back to the original subject making the brunette chuckle.

"and if i said you might be correct?" she grinned teasingly as you pulled your head out of the fridge to shoot her an unimpressed glare in warning.

"joking, i'm joking! just using my delightful sense of humor that helped you fall so in love with me in the first place." your girlfriend smiled charmingly as you hummed and bit back a smile of your own.

"since we have no food, how about i take you and paige to dinner?" emily offered, leaning around you and snagging a half empty bowl of strawberries out of the fridge, pulling herself up to sit on the counter to pick at them.

"me and who?" you closed the fridge and turned to look at her with confusion, untwisting the cap on a bottle of water and taking a sip. "paige." emily echoed as you waited for her to elaborate which she never did, just smiling at you as if nothing was wrong.

"who is paige?" you sighed, sensing you likely weren't going to enjoy her answer as the grin on her face grew.

"my kindle." "you named that thing?" "yes and you'll call her accordingly!" the brunette pointed with a playful glare. "darling i would so sincerely rather stick toothpicks into my eyes than address your kindle as if its a living thing."

"paige, address paige as a living thing." "are you cheating on me with an e-book fox?" "well she doesn't argue with me and nag me about doing my laundry after a game." "emily!" "just joking, joking again! trying to make you laugh since you have the most musical laugh babe." "kiss my ass fox." "who sounds american now?"

~

your rivarly with 'paige' only got worse as time went on, specifically as you both checked into the hotel you'd be staying at over the weekend for your little getaway.

your girlfriend had at least not pulled her kindle out the entire flight, the two of you playing a few very spirited rounds of her favourite card game instead and catching up on a few episodes of community which she had you watching for the first time.

but no sooner had you both gone out for a lovely meal together and a walk around town, retiring to the room for a glass of wine and some downtime, did paige resurface and not in the way you were expecting.

"em did you repack my case?" you questioned, sat on your knees and rifling around with a frown as your girlfriend had already settled herself in bed with her kindle in her lap ready to go.

"yeah you said i could put my big grey coat in if it fit, remember?" your girlfriend reminded as you hummed, eyebrows furrowing as you hunted around for what you wanted but came up empty handed.

"what have you lost baby?" the defender questioned as you unpacked and repacked your case for the second time.

"my books. i packed three of them and i can't find them? and i know they were in here because i was texting with lia about the series last night as i packed." you huffed in annoyance, sitting back and glaring at your now messed up case as if they might make them magically appear.

"oh those? yeah they're at home." the american confirmed, sitting up and fluffing the pillow behind her as your head slowly turned. "they're what?" you asked slowly, unsure if you'd misheard her.

"they're at home." her fingers flew across the screen with a slick click clack as she typed in the password to the kindle, not even looking at you and missing the way your eyes narrowed toward her.

"as in...they're still in london. "well that is where we live." "why are they at home?" "i unpacked them, you didn't need them." "i don't need them?" "nope."

again you waited for her to expand a little, even clearing your throat as she glanced toward you with a smile and going back to her kindle. "emily why wouldn't i need them!" you stood now, moving to stand at the end of the bed with crossed arms and a scowl.

"well if you had a kindle, you could just download whatever books you want and carry an entire library in your bag instead, without the dead weight." "are you trying to market me again? i told you i am not buying one."

"you don't need to." your girlfriend shrugged as you scoffed and threw your hands up in the air. "why? because you could click your fingers and have one magically appear for free?" you jutted your hip out and raised an eyebrow.

"you know you look very hot when you're getting all mad and dramatic." the american grinned, successfully winding you up more. "where are you going?" your girlfriend laughed as you mumbled something under your breath and turned away, sitting down on an armchair to wrestle on some shoes.

"theres a gift shop downstairs and i'm going to buy a book since i don't fancy sitting here staring at the ceiling while you get to read all evening!" you huffed, grunting as you managed to wedge your feet into your trainers without undoing the laces.

"i told you, you don't need a book."

"actually i'm now going to go and find the heaviest book i can and hit you over the head with it!" you threatened, standing and making a beeline for the door, a rustle sounding behind you.

"emily." you groaned as her hand shot out over your shoulder and pushed the door back closed as you opened it. "come here please." the girl snapped the waistband of your pajama shorts and you let out a long and deep sigh before following her.

"here." the defender rummaged around in her own suitcase for a moment before grabbing out a box and shoving it into your hands. "see? no need for any books, you're welcome." she kissed your cheek and wandered back to the bed.

it didn't take you more than a millisecond to clock what the box was for, the brand name splashed across the front as you shook your head. "you kidnapped my books so you could force me into using a kindle?" you waved the box in your hand at the brunette who nodded.

"correct, and i already purchased and loaded those same three books and the two that come after it. again; you're welcome babe." "i didn't say thank you!" "i know, i'll be waiting."

"well you'll be waiting for a long, long time!" you huffed, dropping the box back on top of her pile of clothes in her case. "where are you going now!" emily asked with a frown as again you headed for the door.

"to buy a book. then maybe while i'm at it look a new girlfriend who likes the smell of the pages and cracking open a fresh new novel, the thrill of a dog eared corner and the hefty weight of the paper in your hands. someone who appreciates reading for what it is, not something done digitally!" you rambled out with a huff, hand on the doorknob.

"baby, you're being dramatic. come here and i'll read to you, you can even close your eyes and pretend its a book!" emily opened her arms expectantly as your gaze narrowed and her face lit up more as you took a few cautious steps toward her, stopping once you'd reached the side of the bed.

"come on babe its our first night on vacation lets not argue over something so silly, come cuddle." the american patted the space between her legs as you stared her down.

her features brightened yet again as you pushed her legs together and moved to straddle her lap, lips curling into a signature smirk. "actually, why waste time reading?" you breathed out, leaning in as your lips ghosted hers.

you leaned back slightly as the american surged forward, a smile on your face as a pout appeared on hers, kindle left on the nightstand beside her as one hand grabbed the back of your neck and the other your hip trying to pull you closer for a kiss.

however right as you leaned in to do just that within seconds your arm darted out and fingers grabbed at the smooth cold metal, snatching the kindle and swinging yourself off of her, headed again for the door.

"babe what the hell? where are you going now?" emily groaned, head thumping gently against the wall behind her watching you walk away with a frustrated frown.

"oh well since you insisted on bringing 'paige' on holiday with us, i figured why should she miss out on all the fun? so i'm gonna take her for a little evening swim!" "don't you dare." "oh yeah? watch me."

again within seconds as your hand gripped the doorknob you heard the covers go flying and feet hit the floor, the door barely opened a few centimeters before a body jumped onto you and your own slammed into the door closing it again.

"give her back!" "no! you have a problem you just called an inanimate object a her!" "i said give it!" emily grunted, arms wrapping around your neck and legs clutching at your hips as you held the kindle away from your body, stumbling backwards trying to keep your balance.

"oh my god you are addicted to this thing, you need help!" "i do not! you just don't understand the future." "oh i do, i know the future is looking awfully wet for paige!"

"em!" you squealed as she managed to pull you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you as you quickly wedged the kindle under your back and fought to push her off.

the two of you bickered back and forth as you grabbed her hands and got a knee loose, pushing her off of you and trying to flee again as her arm wrapped around your neck and her leg around your waist in an attempt at some sort of sleeper hold.

you had a couple of centimeters of height on her though and held the kindle just out of reach, using it to bonk her several times on the head to try and get her to let go of you to which she protested loudly.

after a few more minutes of struggle you almost rolled off the bed, yelping as strong hands grabbed you and using that to your advantage you managed to climb back on top of her.

"are we really fighting over a kindle?" you managed to press her arms to the bed with a grip on her wrists, her chest heaving beneath you and both your faces flushed rosy pink after the tussle.

"yeah, yeah we are." your girlfriend sighed, body going limp as a beat of silence passed before you both shared a look and suddenly you were rolling off of her, both your combined laughter filling the air as you clutched your stomachs.

"this is so stupid!" you managed out with a shake of your head. "i know." the defender agreed with a chuckle of her own, both of you taking a second to calm down again.

"truce?" you held a hand up in the air, her own coming to interlock and give it a firm shake. "truce, i love you."

"i love you too." you smiled, head turning to look as hers did the same, the two of you craning your necks to sweetly peck one anothers lips a few times with some giggles, your body rolling so you laid half on top of her, legs intertwining as her heart pounded beneath your eat that was pressed against her chest.

"one thing though?" "mm?" "paige is not allowed to sleep in the bed with us."

[4everhyucks]

— 01:29AM

cw. age gap, creampie.

jisung had been crushing on your since you both were kids. well, more like him being the kid, and you being a teenager. you’re 5 years older than him. if you think about it, it is kind of weird for a 12 year old to have a crush on a 17 year old.

the first time jisung laid his eyes on you, you were over at his house, on the couch of the living room, giggling with his older sister.

“is that your brother?” he heard you ask his sister. he found your voice so soft and sweet, the total opposite of his sister’s.

“yeah! sung come here and say hi,” she waved for jisung to walk over so you could take a better look at him.

it was love at first sight for jisung. you looked so different from the girls in his class. the way your hair falls when you brush them out of your face. the perfect smile you flashed at him when you introduced yourself, the soft pat on his head when you called him cute.

jisung thought his crush on you would be over after awhile, but it didn’t. he found himself wanting to be stuck around you 24/7 when you were over. when his sister held sleepovers, he always slept beside you, all cuddly on the king size bed with you slotted in between the two sibling. not that you minded, in your eyes, he’s just your best friend’s younger brother.

“sung get out! it’s supposed to be a girls night.”

you laughed, telling her it’s alright to have her younger brother in the room (again). jisung’s heart bloomed when you pulled him into your embrace, having him sat on top of your lap.

“you’ve gotta stop babying him all the time,” she rolled her eyes, glaring at jisung, “this is the last. time. you hear me?!”

when jisung reached the age of 16, he realised that it was no longer a simple crush. during his sister’s 21st birthday, their parents were out, which lead up to her throwing a house party. she allowed jisung to invite a couple of his friends over so he wouldn’t feel alone.

on that very day, jisung and his friends stayed in his room all night. he only saw you once, when you peeked into through the door of his room to say hi.

“fuck! i lost again,” jisung’s friend—jeno, cursed as he threw the controller on the ground lightly, “the game is fucking rigged.”

“i won jisung earlier so i’ll just say that you suck at the game,” haechan, another one of jisung’s friend chuckled, taking a gulp out of the giant coke bottle on the floor.

“whatever, i’m gonna go grab some snacks from the kitchen. y’all want anything?” jisung got up, dusting his pants.

“anything’s fine.”

“ice cream.”

as jisung turned around the end of the stairs, he was faced with your back leaning against the kitchen counter, with a guy chatting you up. jisung might be 16 but he’s not stupid. he saw the way the older guy eyed your body. jisung doesn’t know if he was being possessive over you or if he was just jealous, could be both. but he couldn’t do anything about it. he quickly rummaged through the fridge for ice cream. the sound of that might’ve been louder than the songs being played on the speaker, because you noticed his presence.

“ji!” you called out. he pretends not to hear you, with a tub of ice cream in his hand, he went back upstairs after shutting the door of the fridge with his foot.

“who’s he?” the guy in front of you questioned as he watched the kid disappear up the steps.

“birthday girl’s younger brother,” you answered.

jisung’s 18 when his body went through his second growth spurt. many girls fawn over him. he had grown much taller than before, his features are more defined now, and his muscles are super obvious too. not that you realised, you’re practically with him the entire time his body went through changes.

for some reason his sex hormones are shooting out the roof after turning 18. jisung had spent plenty of nights jerking off to dirty thoughts of you, to the point where he doesn’t know if he’s capable of holding himself back anymore. he’s not even slightly interested in the girls that practically throws themselves at him.

through multiple years of having a one sided crush on his older sister’s friend, he no longer knows what to do about it.

currently jisung is in his room, playing computer games with his friends.

“left! on the left!” jisung flinches when he hears haechan’s loud screams through his headset.

“fucking hell.” jeno utters, spamming the keys.

all three of them groan when the screen announces their loss. before jisung could say something about their last play, his door swings open as you walk into his room, flopping down on his bed. jisung takes his headset off, leaving it on the table.

“i’m bored ji,” you lay down on your side to face him when he turns his gaming chair to face you, “your sister went grocery shopping with her boyfriend.”

he hums, “why didn’t you tag along?” he doesn’t even care about his sister or her boyfriend, whatever it is, not when you’re on his bed with the tightest tank top and the shortest shorts he’s seen in his entire life. you’re not even wearing a bra. thats how comfortable you are with him. he bets you don’t even see him as a man.

“don’t wanna be a thirdwheel,” you sigh, but it came out sounding like a soft moan. jisung’s body tenses up seeing you flip over on his bed, your ass on display for him to gawk at. no way in hell you’re this naive he thought to himself.

he can feel himself getting harder underneath his sweats. “y-y/n, i just remembered that i have something important to work on, and i kind of need my privacy.. to focus.” jisung didn’t sound convincing at all, you quickly got up and sat on his lap, which causes jisung to bite on his bottom lip. it has become a normal thing for you to sit on jisung’s lap. the first time consisted of you telling him it was normal since he always sat on your lap when he was a child. you didn’t take it weirdly when you were sat comfortably on his lap.

“what’s so important?” you turn the chair to face his pc.

jisung grunts when you shift your ass closer to his crotch. he didn’t mean to stare down at your ass but, as a man, he couldn’t control himself. his heart starts to beat faster and he can feel his boner sticking uncomfortably on his sweats.

“ji is your phone in your pocket or something?” you ask, hands moving behind to grab his phone but you pull back when you realise that it’s something else.

“shit- sorry,” you quickly got up from his lap, excusing yourself, wondering why he had a hard on, “i think your sister might be back soon so i’ll wait for her downstairs.” you try to not sound too nervous, because why in the world would you be nervous and flustered?

your hands are already turning the doorknob, but before you could step out of him room, jisung slams the door shut. his tall figure hovering behind you, your back facing him.

“noona, i- i need you.” he admits as he grinds his cock against your ass, hands gripping your hips so tightly.

you gasp at the feeling of him rubbing his hard length on your core through your underwear. “fuck- ji.. we- we can’t do this, it’s w-wrong.”

“just once.. wanna feel you, please.”

you feel jisung’s hot breath hitting your neck, moments later he’s sucking and licking on your shoulders, nape, up to your ear.

you know you shouldn’t. you know. but you can’t help it. you know you’ll never be able to see your best friend without feeling guilty anymore, for wanting to fuck her younger brother. the little boy that you took care of all these years, grew up to be so.. alluring.

you whimper when jisung pushes your panties to the side, “wait ji- you’re gonna regret—”

he cuts you off, “no. wanted you for so long, wanted to fuck you since forever, wanted you all to myself, but of course you’d never see me that way, not back then, not now, and probably not ever. i’ll always be a little brother in your eyes. isn’t that right? i’m going to fuck you now, i’m going to make sure you’ll never forget it.. forget this. shit— never forget me, gonna ruin you for all the other guys out there, you’re mine. you’re mine noona, you hear me?”

his words are so intoxicating, so dirty, you wonder where he learnt how to talk like that. your breath gets slammed out of your lungs when he plunges into you, hard.

“fuck! ji!” you slap your palm over your mouth, trying your best to contain your noises. afraid of your best friend coming back early, and hearing your back being blown out by her younger brother.

“let me hear you noona.. let me hear how good im making you feel.”

to be honest, it’s impossible to not make a sound, not with the way he’s fucking into you. so good, so fucking good.

“pussy made for me, you’re made for me.. aren’t you?”

you nod, “y-yes.. yours, only yours ji.”

“shit- taking me in so well, fucking love you.”

jisung feels the way your walls flutter around him, “close?”

you nod again.

“cum for me.”

and you did.

so did jisung, painting your walls white.

you shiver, feeling full and warm.

—

“we’re home!!” your best friend announces when she walks through the front door with her boyfriend behind her, “y’all having that bonding time or something?” she says, noticing you and jisung by the counter.

“yeah.” you smile at her, thighs twitching as you sense jisung’s cum leaking out of your hole.

thankful that he allowed you to put on your underwear at the very least.

—

bonus

“holy shit. he really fucked her.” haechan chuckles in shock.

“didn’t know he had it in him,” jeno says, jaw dropping.

“i think i’m hard.”

“you think?” jeno laughs light heartedly, switching his tab to incognito mode.

[neteyamslovrr]

Ignored

summary: after neteyam has to take training more seriously to be the future clan leader, he ignores y/n leaving her upset and angry at the sully boy.

1.5k words, fem!omaticaya reader

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You knew that Neteyam’s duties would eventually trump you, but you didn’t think it would happen oh so fast. It had been a month since Neteyam started properly training to become a warrior. A true member of the Omaticaya, and you felt his absence abruptly.

It wasn’t like he was gone often, but it meant the special moments he usually spent with you, were spent flying with his parents, learning to shoot and be an agile hunter both on foot and in the air.

You missed the moments where he would take you to his favourite trees and climb to the top, to sit and talk for hours. The moments where you both would go to the waterfalls to swim on a sweltering day. You missed the moments with him.

No one else felt it like you. You acted as if he had died and Lo’ak told you that bluntly. But they just didn’t understand, it wasn’t that you missed him, it felt as if he was ignoring you.

He told you he’d start training, and nothing would change, he’d still spend time with you. What a fucking liar.

Walking out to his favourite tree you felt the breeze against your face. The way it cooled down your body it also cooled down the anger you felt within your bones.

Because you were mad at him, and mad at the way you missed him because of something so dismal like not being able to hangout with you in the afternoon. You knew the reason you missed him so much was because you secretly craved him. You secretly hoped he thought of you more as a lover than a friend but he was beginning to treat you as nothing more and it ached.

It ached through your muscles, your organs, your bones, your body was sore with the pain Neteyam was creating in your heart with his absence.

Sitting on the top of the large tree you both usually sat on you felt the tears well in your eyes. You told yourself it was the harsh breeze making your eyes water but even you didn’t believe yourself. Closing your eyes, you laid on were a large branch connected to the trunk. It was peaceful up there. Listening to the sounds of Eywa’s creations made you feel calm.

Calm enough to let your emotions loose. The emotions you’d try to bottle into menial anger and pettiness, but the feelings were deep, they were gut wrenching. You cursed yourself for crying over him, but what were you to do. You loved this man, and he was off leaving you to love alone.

If Neteyam knew that you were crying over him he’d fall onto his knees and grasp onto you while he begged for forgiveness. He loved you so much, so so much.

He knew that his time spent away from you was hurting you especially when he had a specific conversation with Lo’ak only a week ago.

“Bro I literally am begging you to see Y/N.” He was confused when Lo’ak came into the tent grumbling and groaning about you.

“What do you mean?” Confusion painting his features.

“Bro she acts as if your dead, like your out training for a couple of hours and she goes all crazy. ‘Have you seen Neteyam, What’s Neteyam up to?, Is Neteyam doing alright? Neteyam Neteyam Neteyam blah blah blah.’ You have to hangout with her at some point before she hunts you down while your training.” He made little voices and hand movements while mimicking your queries about Neteyam.

He couldn’t deny the guilt he felt for ignoring you so much, but he also couldn’t help but blush at the way you were constantly thinking about him.

Reminiscing back on that conversation with Lo’ak, Neteyam made time today with his father’s permission to not train today to spend it all with you. Walking towards you’re tent he realised you weren’t there.

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked your mother who was sitting down busy making a herbal mix.

“She said she was going to the forest.” Neteyam thanked her and headed out to where he assumed you’d be. He hoped you’d be there.

He couldn’t deny he’d seen you less. He was just so busy, training, going on raids and still having to babysit his siblings he was so tired.

All he wished was to spend a day with you in his arms and forget about the burdens on his shoulders as you washed them away with your caring words.

Neteyam continued to go to his tree, he spotted a blue figure resting in the seat on the trunk and smiled to himself knowing it was you. Jumping from branch to branch with ease he began to climb, the noise startling you.

Noticing the noise, you looked down noticing Neteyam. Wait. Neteyam?!

He couldn’t see you like this. Your face snotty and tearstained, your eyes puffy and wet. For someone who’s been craving him for a month all you want now is to jump out of the tree headfirst and avoid him like the plague.

“Y/N! I found you.” He cheered but his smile dropped when you turned around to avoiding looking at him. “Y/N?” he called for you again now reaching the part of the tree where you sat.

“Shouldn’t you be training?” You didn’t mean for it to come out so mean but it did. Your voice was dripping in venom, but it still couldn’t hide the sniffles and you subtly wiping your eyes.

“Are you crying?”

“No”

“You’re a liar.” He chuckled but that word it flicked a switch in you. Liar. He was the fucking liar.

“You’re the liar Neteyam!” You turned to him revealing your tear-stricken face. His face seeped concern as you yelled at him with such raw undeniable emotion in your voice.

“I don’t understand.” He quietly said resting a hand on your damp cheek before you moved your face away from his touch.

“You’ve forgotten about me. You said- You said nothing would change! You’re a liar Neteyam! You told me that we would spend time together. You’ve forgotten about me and I’m just a friend to you Neteyam. A friend to talk to once a month to still feel like you are friends. I can’t do that Neteyam.”

He was dumbstruck he didn’t think Lo’ak was lying but he did think he was over exaggerating your calls about him. He felt dumb, how dumb to make the woman he loved feel so unattended to, so unloved. He felt like an idiot watching your heart crumble in front of him due to him piercing through it.

Before he could talk in response your mouth was open ready to fire a verbal assault at him.

“I can’t be without your presence so long, and I feel like a dumb idiot because I’m crying over some fucking boy who can’t give me the time of day. But I want you so much Neteyam, I beckon with Eywa everyday to have you brought to me like you were before. I want you in my bones and you have ignored me. It drives me so insane.” You yell at him rage on full display like a painting in a museum for millions to view and stare in awe.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, I beg of you to forgive me.” He turned his body to face you fully. Using both his hands to cradle your face he stared deep into your pained eyes.

“You are no idiot, I am. For treating someone I treasure so deeply like this. I promise my dismissal of you was not my intention. I would never intend on avoiding you. You are my rock and my world, I build my life around you, my hopes, my dreams they all contain you. Please don’t think you are just a friend to me because if I had to treat you as just a friend I’d go crazy.”

“Y/N I see you”

Neteyam was starting to tear up as you cried into his palms. Crying harder now as you processed his words you crashed into his warm chest. Yu were tired, tired of crying, tired of worrying, tired of hoping. You just wanted to feel at home and home right now was Neteyam’s embrace.

Feeling your weight on top of him he wrapped his arms around you tightly. So tightly his arms hurt but he didn’t care. He peppered the top of your head with kisses while you sniffled into his chest. Soothing hands ran down your back as you wept into him.

“You’re such a dickhead.” You mumbled into his chest letting out a breathy laughed followed by a small sob. As sad as you were right in this moment you never wanted to let go of the feeling of being in his arms.

“I’ll be your dickhead.” He smiled down at you continuing to hold you in his arms.

And he was sure to never let you out of arms reach again.

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authors note: i missed writing for neteyam so i whipped this up. it lowkey might be my fav fic. hope you enjoy!

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Practice Makes Perfect (Larissa Weems x Reader)

Synopsis: Larissa stumbles into something you didn't want her to.

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: none

You stared into the mirror, fingers clenching at your side. A deep breath in, slowly released through parted lips. Your gaze skittered away, searching out anything else in the room. Your bed, made in a hurry. The carpet under your bare feet, toes digging in. The armchair pushed to the side, worn leather old and comfortable. Your eyes alighted on each one but nothing could hold your attention.

Just the thought of doing what you planned on doing had your heart thumping in your chest hard enough to leave a bruise bleeding through your skin.

You turned your attention back to the mirror, dragging another long breath into your lungs. You could see, even when you were on your own, the nervous energy rolling off you.

“Okay,” you whispered, “okay.”

You pressed your hands together in front of your body, squeezing them until you could feel your pulse thumping in your fingertips. Another breath, another moment hovering.

“Larissa, I need to tell you something.”

You shook your head.

“No, far too ominous. Principal Weems, there’s something we need to discuss.”

Another shake of your head.

“Too formal. Ugh.”

You thrust your hands into your hair, fingers clenching until you felt the pull. You growled, wondering if it was time to give up. There was no point. It wasn’t as if you were ever actually say the words to her. It was all for your own benefit.

“Larissa, can we talk?”

You nodded.

“Better.”

You took another deep breath in.

“And if she says yes then I can keep going. Which would be…”

You met your own eyes in the mirror. Yeah, you definitely couldn’t ever say any of this in front of her. Larissa Weems deserved more than your fumbling confession. Especially if you couldn’t even say the words to yourself.

The truth was, you’d been smitten with the intimidating principal from the moment you’d set foot in the school. Her firm handshake and wide smile had enchanted you on your first day as a new member of staff. Her voice had been soft like butter and inviting like the summer night. You’d been enamoured ever since.

But, like so often in your life, you hadn’t said anything to her. Hadn’t made a move. Hadn’t tried to shoot your shot. You knew she deserved better than you.

Lately, though, you’d found her eyes turned in your direction more often than usual. The way her gaze lingered on you. The way her lips curled upwards whenever you said anything to her. It was giving you undue hope. It was stealing your breath and filling your head with all kinds of romantic fantasies. And rather less romantic fantasies.

So now you were pretending as if you were going to confess your feelings to her. Which you knew you wouldn’t. Not really.

“I know I’ve only been here for a few months but in that time I’ve come to realise something. Something important. Something I think you should know.”

You sighed. This was not going the way you intended. You were so bad at things like this.

“Larissa, I think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Whenever I’m in your presence it’s all I can think about. You’re all I can think about. When I wake up you’re my first thought and when I go to bed you’re my last. I want you in every possible way. You have stolen my heart and my soul and they are yours. I am yours.”

You blinked at yourself in the mirror. Your head slowly fell forward, hands coming up to cover your eyes, palms pressing in until colours burst behind your eyelids.

“God, why do I have to be so dramatic? That’ll never work.”

“Really? I thought it was going rather well.”

Your head jerked up, stumbling back a step. Your door, previously unknown to you, had been cracked open, just enough for a passing person to hear you talking to yourself. Now, a tall figure stood in the doorway, backlit by the light from the hall. Horror filled your veins, eyes widening and breath stilling. Your heart missed a beat before going double time.

“Principal Weems,” you breathed.

She took a step into the room proper, hand splayed on the door, pushing it closed. She might have been on the other side of the room, but without the possibility of someone else walking in on the two of you, it felt as if she was so much closer. Her lips were pulled up at the corners as she looked at you, all the way across the room.

“I think you can call me Larissa after that confession,” she said, voice teasing.

“You weren’t meant to hear that,” you were quick to say.

“But it was so nicely said.”

You looked away from her, cheeks heating under her penetrating gaze. You couldn’t bear to look at her, not knowing she’d heard your words, the ones never meant for her. That just so happened to be about her.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed.” Her voice was delicate, as if worried you were about to break. You shook your head, not able to even begin to explain all the ways you had to be embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “that wasn’t… it wasn’t for your ears.”

“Why not?”

You hadn’t noticed her approach until her finger was gently lifting your chin, forcing you to look at her. The expression on her face was one of guarded hope, and yet also so concerned. Her skin against yours was making your head spin.

“I didn’t…” was as far as you got to explaining your thought process.

“Were you rehearsing for a prank?” she asked, the shutters coming down on her face.

“What?” The idea made no sense to you, “no.”

“You wouldn’t be the first,” she said, “you can tell me. I won’t be upset.”

“Who would do that?” you asked, “that’s just cruel.”

“Yes, well, people can be unkind,” she replied, finally letting your chin go.

“It wasn’t anything to do with a prank,” you said, voice firm on that count. You didn’t like the way her body had stiffened, not quite looking at you, lips pressing together, “it wasn’t a prank.”

“Then what was it?” she demanded.

“It was…” Even when trying to assuage her fears, the words were getting stuck in your throat, “not important.”

Her gaze ran over your face, and perhaps she saw your hesitation written in your expression. She took a half step back, hands clasped in front of her body, putting distance between the two of you. Somehow, it didn’t stop your heart from feeling as if it was in your throat. Your fingers itched to reach out to touch her. You missed her warmth on your skin.

“It’s hard to pretend as if I didn’t hear your words,” she said.

“I’d prefer if you did,” you said, voice quiet, bowing your head.

“Darling, how can I when you were saying everything I’ve ever wanted to hear from your lips?”

Your head snapped up. The way she was looking at you stole your breath, so open and hopeful, but also as if steeling herself for you to laugh in her face. Words died on your tongue, stolen by her own confession. She straightened her spine, staring down at you, waiting for you to say or do something.

“You- what?” It was the best you could do.

“Surely you’ve begun to notice how enchanting I find you,” she said, softening just a touch.

You shook your head, slowly turning it into a nod. Of course you’d noticed the shift in the air. It’s what had prompted the whole stupid idea of confessing your own feelings. Her lips curled up into another smile again, self satisfied and a little bit cocky. She took that half step back towards you, finger under your chin guiding you face back up towards her.

“Now how about you tell me how you feel to me,” she suggested.

“But you’ve already heard it,” you said, anxiety beginning to bubble in your stomach again.

“I’d like to hear it again if you’re willing to say it,” she replied.

Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip and you whimpered, leaning towards her. Her eyes seemed to melt, turning molten before your very eyes as her gaze dipped down to your lips. They parted, practically begging her for a kiss.

“Please,” she whispered.

As it turned out, you weren’t able to say no to her.

“Larissa, I… from the moment I met you there was no one else. You were everything. Every dream I’d ever had, every fantasy, every… everything I had ever wanted. You’re still everything I want. When you smile at me, it’s like the sun coming out from behind the clouds after a thunderstorm. When you look at me, you steal my breath away. And when you touch me.” Your breath caught in your throat, “I’m electrified.”

“Oh, my darling,” was said with such reverence, such wonder. It made you glow under her gaze, taking her in, wanting to memorise every inch of her in that moment. She was resplendent, and the way she was looking at you made you think you could be too.

“Sorry, I’m being really over dramatic again, aren’t I?” You laughed but she didn’t.

“I rather enjoy the dramatics,” she replied.

“You do?” Your voice held too much hope, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. If you weren’t careful you’d get used to her looking at you as if you were the most wonderful being in the universe.

“I like everything about you,” she said.

Her hand drifted up, cupping your cheek as she drew closer.

“Larissa,” you exhaled.

“Yes, my darling?” she murmured, breath ghosting over your face.

“Are you going to kiss me now?” you asked.

“I was considering it.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Please do.”

Maybe she couldn’t say no to you either. Her lips brushed against yours as if testing the waters first. You gasped, hands finding her waist, pulling her body against yours. You couldn’t help it, she was irresistible. Her own hands were grasping your face, tilting it up as she kissed you again, deeper, more intense, stealing all of your breath.

She pushed you back until your spine collided with the cold surface of the mirror you’d been practicing in. Pinned between the warmth of her body and the chill of the mirror, you felt as if you were melting, turning into a malleable puddle, barely a person anymore as her tongue found yours. She sighed into your mouth, fingers sliding into your hair.

Your hands slid up her spine, clutching at her dress when her teeth sunk into your lower lip. Your moan was muffled and her answering groan was a delight to your ears.

When she drew back you were panting for breath. Her lipstick was smudged and her eyes smouldering, a flush high on her cheekbones. Her thumb ran along your lower lip again, laughing when you nipped at it.

“I’d like to take you out for dinner,” she said, voice husky and breathless.

“I’d like that too,” you said and something relaxed in her face, as if she’d been holding her breath, “I’d really really like that.”

“How’s tomorrow night?” she asked.

“Perfect,” you said, too quickly to be cool.

She chuckled, pressing another lingering kiss to your lips. And once again you were melting against her, uncaring that your confession hadn’t gone the way you planned it. It had still been perfect.

[fredwkong]

Hey, I'm hoping the genie could help me! I'm a 24 year old grad student and am feeling the burnout. As of right now, I'm 5'6, and have a twinkish build.

My absolute dream would be to be able to just do the things I do to relax, being outside, smoking some weed, and hopefully making money from being horny as hell. Having that stereotypical lanky, hairy stoner body and the irresistible urge to just hang out and "be free."

"I wish I could be free.”

“Amen, dude,” says the genie, slouching up in sweats and a beanie. “Here, try one of mine.” He pulls a blunt out of the pocket of his stained sweatpants, and the two of you light up.

The moment you take the first puff, all your worries seem to float away. What’s grad school? You chuckle, a slow, dumb sound. There’s a tickling sensation in your body, and through the haze in our mind you notice yourself shooting up in height. Your clothes slough off your lanky body, leaving dark, unfamiliar tattoos on your arms and legs. The sight of your body gets you horny. So horny you can barely think about anything except your lengthening uncut stoner cock.

You find yourself sitting across from your bedroom mirror. Wait, is this skunk-smelling little flat your apartment? Doesn’t matter, you decide, not like you can think that hard anyway. Your Asian stoner bod looks so sexy in that mirror. You can’t help but watch as your sexy reflection lifts up his long, socked foot and gives it a long sniff.

Whew! You didn’t realise that was you doing the sniffing! Better save your big stoner load, though. One of your regulars is coming by later, and he leaves a good tip if you milk two loads out of that big cheesy cock of yours. Not that it’s a problem; you’re basically always horny from how stoned you are.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

[insomniakisses]

Can you do Ilona and reader finding out that they are expecting a kid when she gets home from the Olympics

Telling Her Your Pregnant

Character: Ilona Maher (Rugby)

Reader type: Gender Neutral (AFAB)

Warnings / Notes: Ilona has a dick, mentions of pregnancy.

You were so excited for Ilona’s return, not only had you missed her terribly but you had some exciting news to share. Only, you hoped shed be as elated as you were by the news.

The two of you weren’t exactly trying for a baby, but you weren’t exactly being careful either. With you not on birth control and her not always wrapping her dick up, or the amount of condoms she would break. Not to mention the times you’d both be half away and she’d hump into not caring about the possible consequences.

You had found out hours after she had first left for the olympics and it was hell keeping it to yourself while she was away. Of course you wanted to tell her in person, but there was also the fear that you would break the news and her be unhappy and then you would have put her off her game.

So here you are, waiting at the airport for her bouncing from one foot to the other chewing on your lip anxiously as your mind races at all the possible reactions she could have.

You’re so wrapped up in your thoughts you don’t even realise shes standing in front of you, big smile and her medal hanging around her neck.

“Baby!” She chuckles, gently shaking your shoulder a little. Snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Lona!” You exclaim launching at her, her catching you with ease laughing when u cling onto her refusing to let go.

She nuzzles against your neck breathing you in, a relaxed hum escaping her when she does. You stay like that for a while just silently holding each other close in the middle of the airport. Neither of you caring about the annoyed looks you get for clogging up the walk way.

When she finally releases you she lets out a big sigh. “Come here baby, let me look at you” she grins, taking all of you in.

You start to get a little self conscious under her intense gaze. The feeling, however, is short lived because as soon as you lock eyes all you see is love and devotion. The same thing you see anytime she looks at you.

“God baby,” she leans in cupping your face “your absolutely glowing!”

You scoff in response, your girlfriend forever the flatter-er. But you realise this does give you an opening to tell her. So you take a deep breath and shoot her a weary smile.

“Well you know what they say about pregnancy’s and glowing” and she chuckles nodding in agreement before she actually processes what you said.

Her eyes snap open and she gapes at you. Letting out a soft “What?”

You nod your head smiling nervously muttering a shakey “Y-yeah” and her face morphs into that bright smile you love so much and she grabs you again spinning you around happily yelling “WE’RE HAVING A BABY!!!!”

[rosaline-black]

hotch w/ BAU!gf who got injured on a case ? 😩

Hi!! This is my first time writing properly for Aaron so I hope it’s okay and I hope you don’t mind that I took things in a slightly different direction.

Usually when somebody gets injured on a case, everyone is equally worried. Knives to the chest, bullets imbedded in your skin or even extensive bruising and broken ribs from taking a nasty beating. These were the kind of injuries which led the team to be pacing back and fourth on linoleum floors under lights so white you think you’re the one on your death bed.

The thing is, this time you hadn’t been shot or stabbed or even beat up, no. You didn’t even need to go to hospital. You had tripped. Not just tripped but fallen. Fallen so embarrassingly that your ankle had gotten lodged between a couple rocks at a particularly treacherous final crime scene and BAM you were laying on your belly trying to ignore Morgan’s snort from behind you and the shooting pain resonating in your foot.

What made matters even worse is that the case was over. The unsub had been shot on scene before he could complete the final murder, and the last victim had been reunited with her family. Your only remaining task was to successfully walk back to the suv without embarrassing yourself. And well, you failed.

It wasn’t until a pair of extraordinarily strong arms pulled you to your feet did you realise you could barely put any weight on your foot whatsoever.

“Right I’ll carry you l/n…” Ever the professional you thought, before the words finally settled in your brain leading your eyes the widen.

“WHAT… uh no… aar- Hotch no really it’s fine…”

“I’m carrying you and that’s an order…”

Weird order, but who were you to say no to direct orders from your unit chief… and boyfriend. As you were hoisted over your partners shoulder an amusing thought bubbled in your brain as you imagined hotch attempting to do this same thing to Morgan or better yet Rossi.

“What’s so funny… you’re in pain you shouldn’t be laughing…” He was serious but that soft lilt that he reserved just for you melted your insides.

“Just imagining which procedure this falls under… if let’s say Morgan had sprained his ankle would he be dangling from your shoulder right now like a-“

“Just… please…”

Hotch was a man of few words. When he spoke he relied on your profiling skills to read between the lines. To understand what he was trying to get at, and you had no problem doing so. Just like right now.

He was worried. Not just a little bit, noticeably so. Hotch’s hand was tapping at your lower back as he held you, almost trying to remind himself that you were there, and that you were okay.

But why? I mean you would understand it if you had been in the victims shoes. Stripped from family, tortured for 3 days. But that wasn’t you. You tripped. As if he could read your mind, that softness returned just as he put you back down on the ground, his dark eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

“Every time you’re in the field I want to break every rule and force you to do a desk job… I know it isn’t fair… and I know it’s ridiculous but what if you had tripped five seconds later and ended up tumbling down that cliff? I can’t… I wouldn’t be able to save you…”

Your hand rested gently on the apple of Aaron’s cheek as you smiled airily “I’m fine Aaron…” You placed a gentle kiss to his nose “I promise…” And then his cheeks “I just need to ice my foot and I’ll be completely okay…” and finally planted a peck on his lips. The lips that were fighting a huge flustered grin.

“This isn’t exactly professional…”

“Neither was hoisting me over your shoulder like a bag of potatoes Casanova…”

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Could you do a platonic crew with a reader who has a devilfruit that gives them similar abilities to deadpool (aka any injury regenerates)- but unlike deadpool they can die if they gain enough damage, but the reader doesn’t realise/accept this and constantly risks their life for the crew cause they think they’ll be okay?

Yandere Straw Hats x GN!Reader

1.2k words

Warning for descriptions of serious injuries

“Dammit, let me out!”

You yank on the infirmary door again despite knowing what a waste of time it was. With an aggravated huff, you turn around and shamble back to the bed. Your body was in agony from the wounds you took on today. Even though your devil fruit was working hard to fix it, this would take time to fully heal and stop hurting. It’s probably best to lay down for a bit, you just wish you could do so in your own bed.

They’re all over reacting, and they know it. You’re borderline immortal, and sure, you cut it a little close this time, but you were fine now! The battle was over, it’s not like you’re in any danger. 

You’re aware that your devil fruit can be unsettling at times, it’s unnatural to see someone recover from what would be a mortal wound for anyone else. Even Chopper couldn’t help but look disturbed when they found you after you threw yourself over a bomb. The explosion mostly damaged your legs, even taking one off entirely. 

The worst part though was the piece of shrapnel that shot up and cut open your abdomen. If it weren’t for you manually holding the wound shut, your organs would’ve all spilled out onto the ground.

Chopper had given you some painkillers to hold you over until you finished healing, but they can only do so much against something this severe. You roll onto your side to grab the water from the bedside table, but an intense pain shoots through you, making you drop it on the ground.

The glass shatters on impact, and you drop your head back onto your pillow with a groan. As you attempt to slip out of the bed again to pick up the broken glass, the door is thrown open and Chopper rushes in, “I heard something break! What hap- Get back in the bed!”

He ran over to you and shooed you back into lying down, “You’re too hurt to be moving around like this!” 

“I’m already mostly healed, it’s not like I’m going to die,” you grumbled, annoyed that you even have to state this. Everyone on board is well aware of how your powers work.

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!” Chopper stopped picking up glass and snapped his head towards you. Tears were pouring down his face, but he forced himself to speak through them, “Y-You won’t know what is going to be enough to kill you until it’s too late!”

Now you just felt bad. You care about your crew, and making them cry is not something you ever want to do. Even if you have done so multiple times. Awkwardly, you reach out to put your hand on his shoulder, “Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Chopper aggressively rubs at his eyes and sniffles loudly, “You n-need to stop d-doing this! I hate it, everyone hates it! We’re all-”

“Chopper.”

Both of you snap your attention to the door, where Luffy is standing. His hat is obscuring his eyes, but you can feel them on you regardless. What’s worse, he’s openly frowning. That’s never a good sign, especially not after you’ve landed yourself back in the infirmary.

The ship’s doctor walked out without another word, closing the door behind him. Now it’s just you and Luffy. He’s eerily silent as he approaches your bed and takes a seat at the foot of it. You can already guess where this is going. He’s going to tell you to stop acting like you’re the only one who can protect everyone else and to let others help. 

You’ve had this conversation with him many times. It’s not like you were intentionally trying to go against his words, you wanted to heed his orders and be a good crewmate, really! It’s just that whenever you are in the heat of the moment, you instinctively put yourself in harm’s way. You could take damage better than anyone, what else were you supposed to do?

“You’re done.”

Your blood ran cold in your veins, “Excuse me?”

“I said you’re done, we’re not letting you do this again,” Luffy stated plainly, like it was the most obvious conclusion to come to. 

You attempt to sit up, but the pain that shoots through you brings that to a halt. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you kicking me out?” You ground out.

“I never said that. You’re just done fighting, that’s it,” Luffy finally lifted his head enough for you to make eye contact with him, and you wish he hadn’t. The look in his eyes is so intense that your argument died on your tongue. “Is that understood?”

“Wha… What else am I-”

Luffy’s hand clamped over your mouth, you see anger flicker across his face as he grinds his teeth together, “Don’t argue with me! I’m sick of you never listening! I’m your captain, if I say you’re done, then you’re done!” His voice raises in volume with every word until he’s practically screaming at you.

Tears drip onto your face as he looms above you, hiccupping as his own sorrow overcomes him. “Why do you keep doing this? Why do you act like you’re going to survive no matter what? You almost died!” He abruptly lets go of your mouth and collapses on top of your body, clutching onto you like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. His hat tumbles off his head and onto the bed beside you.

His weight feels uncomfortable on your recovering injuries, but you don’t say anything. Lightly, you bring a hand up to his head to gently run your fingers through his hair. This action only makes him hold you closer as his cries get louder.

You’re torn. As much as you want to be upset about his previous words to you, it’s impossible to act on those emotions when he’s sobbing on top of you. Your near death clearly bothered him more than you had realized. Were you really in the wrong for acting the way you did? If what you were doing was so great, why was it hurting all your friends so badly?

“I’m sorry,” you croak out as your own eyes start to tear up.

Luffy doesn’t answer. You’re not sure he even heard you over his crying. You can faintly hear hushed words being spoken outside the infirmary door, but there’s nothing you can do right now to hear it better. Your crewmates are no doubt discussing what to do with you now that Luffy was seemingly dead set on not letting you onto a battlefield again.

Hopefully, this was all said because he lost control of his emotions, and when he calms down he’ll change his mind. That had to be the case. I mean really, it’s not like you could just sit back and do nothing while everyone else risked life and limb. You’ll be more careful from now on, for real this time. You’ll take their feelings into consideration before acting so recklessly. It won’t happen again.

Although… it’s unclear if that’s because you’re going to change your ways, or if they are going to make you whether you want to or not.

[theemporium]

Poly marauders looking after reader after she faints <3333

thank you for requesting!🖤

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You hadn’t meant to do it, though the boys liked to act like that was the case.

It just so happened that between the sleeping in that caused you to rush to get ready and make it to your first class with seconds to spare, working on the essay you had been procrastinating for the last few weeks that was due the next day in during your free period and lunch, and accidentally getting sucked into helping Pandora with a few errands you felt too bad saying no to, you hadn’t eaten a single thing all day. Or drank enough water.

You felt off as you walked back towards Gryffindor Tower, having missed dinner by the time you bid Pandora goodbye. There was a nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach but you waved that off as general anxiety. You knew the work you had been putting off for ages was starting to bite you in the ass a little, it wasn’t odd for you to feel the stress starting to nibble at you.

But then the staircases were moving a little more crazy than usual. And then you realised you had been standing in the same spot for the last two minutes. And then the world went black before you could even take in the fact the world was spinning around you. 

You woke up in a bed in the infirmary, three bodies slumped around you in different but amusing positions. 

Remus had taken it upon himself to actually get a chair, seating himself the closest to you with his head resting by your hand. 

Sirius was on the floor, a stolen pillow tucked under his head as he snored away, looking peaceful despite the position. 

James had all but curled himself at the bottom of your bed, though you suspected he was probably taking up more space than he was. 

It took one nudge of your foot to wake James up, the sudden jostle taking him by surprise and causing him to fall off the bed, which woke Sirius up with a yelp which caused Remus’ head to shoot up. All three boys looked momentarily confused and bleary-eyed before their heads whirled to you. In an instant, they were swarming you. 

“Merlin, sweetheart, you scared us!”

“You gave us a heart attack, love, we ran here the second Minnie told us you were in the infirmary wing.

“How could you not have anything all day? You need to take care of yourself, darling.”

“Are your pillows okay? We can find fluffier ones.”

“She needs another blanket.”

“Are you in pain, love? Should we get Pomfrey—”

“Merlin, breathe,” you told them, though your lips twitched at the way they surrounded you and instantly started fussing over you. It warmed your heart, though you knew that would wear away once their mother hen nonsense started getting ridiculous. “I’m okay.”

Remus’ eyes narrowed. “Says the girl who just fainted.”

“Whoops?” you said with a sheepish expression.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Remus grumbled with a shake of his head. 

“Are you sure your pillows are okay? Because I can—” 

You instantly caught James’ hand, intertwining it with your own as you pressed a kiss on the back of his hand. “I promise I’m fine, Jamie.”

“Just want my girl to be comfortable,” he murmured as he kissed the crown of your head. 

“I swear I’m okay,” you assured them.

“Good, then you can budge over,” Sirius said, and you laughed as the boy crawled under the sheets with you, the bed definitely not big enough for two but Sirius didn’t seem bothered by the squeeze. “You scared us, now we gotta take turns staying with you to make sure you eat.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t you think this is all a bit dramatic?”

All three boys shot you a look.

“Merlin, this is gonna be a long night,” you grumbled as you leaned your head on Sirius’ shoulder.

“Most people wouldn’t consider being on bed rest with three men at your bend and will be all that bad,” Remus mused. 

“Most people haven’t had to deal with you three,” you shot back.

Remus grinned. “Say what you want, sweetheart, but you’re not leaving our sight until we know you’re better.”

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[nomilkinmyteaplease]

The Terror's first dates

George Hodgson - invites you to a naked yoga session, followed by a meal in a vegan restaurant. Vaguely mumbles something about traumatic experiences that turned him ‘pan religious’. He wants you to be "yin to his yang" on his next meditation retreat. 

Francis Crozier- a true gentleman, suggests you plan the date; based on his profile you arrange spirits tasting only to find out he is now a teetotaller.

Graham Gore- invites you to a first date at his bootcamp. As you land face first in mud during an obstacle course and struggle to get up as your arms give in, you hear his cheerful motivational shouts from afar. "You will soon get a hang of it, I know you will!".

Edward Little- takes you for an afternoon tea at the Ritz, but spends most of it on his phone replying to work emails. You tell him about wild haggis being an animal living in Scottish Highlands and he believes you.

Solomon Tozer- you expect a pub date, but he surprises you (and seemingly himself) by inviting you to a science museum to talk to you about some experiments he heard of at work; most of his sentences end with “...or something to that tune”.

James Fitzjames - Unprompted, treats you to a talk on "Everything you ever wanted to know about bird guano, but were afraid to ask". You’re not sure if his frequently mentioning size of (his?) cherry should be taken at a face value or whether it is some weird sexual innuendo.

Stephen Stanley - boasted about his BBQ skills, but most of his meats ended up charred beyond recognition.

William Gibson - Cooks for you, but barely notices you're there; spends the whole evening moaning about how much he hates backstabbers at work, his panna cotta leaves a bitter aftertaste.

John Irving - invites you for a walk around Hampstead, arrives late because “the mass overrun”. 

William Pilkington - was supposed to be Netflix and chill, but his mum walks in on you and you end up having tea and watching a Murder, she Wrote marathon in the living room with his whole family.

Cornelius Hickey - may have turned out a foot and a half shorter than his profile stated and looks totally different to his photo, but you totally forget all about it when he takes you to a 3* Michelin restaurant with a nice view of the London canals. He sweeps you off your feet with compliments that make you blush and impresses with knowledge of fine wines he orders, you start thinking he may be THE ONE. He leaves to go to the gents, and 30 minutes later you finally realise he will never come back and end up having to pay the full bill yourself.

Harry Goodsir- An evening of “fun, quizzes and puzzles” turns out to be you helping him put together his Ikea furniture.

Thomas Jopson - takes you on a hike in the mountains, you overpack but seeing you struggle, he offers to carry your heavy rucksack for you. You have a picnic, admiring the sunset from the top of the mountain. Awwww.

Henry le Vesconte - takes you on a hike in the mountains, you overpack, seeing you struggle he shoots off ahead just as it starts dawning on you that the whole time you were also carrying HIS rucksack.

Follow up of the Dating Profiles, for the 'free space' of the Fronk Birthday Bingo.

[kinopera]

its THE VOICES. THE VOICES i have so much nanami brainrot rn

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summary: you’re popular, and most likely a slut, but there’s only one person you go back to for sex. and who’d guess that it would be the quiet, moody guy who’s basically invisible? the entire campus had already burst into flames knowing that nanami’s your roommate, no one can find out that he’s your fuckbuddy too.

tags: includes explicit content! dom!nanami, sub(fem)reader, blowjobs, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, petnames, i’m really not sure what to tag atp

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you know you’re being petty.

you know damn well what’s happening tonight.

the thing is, you simply don’t give a second fuck.

you bat your eyelashes subtly, your chin resting on your palm. you laugh at a joke that one of the guys crowding around you uttered, he’s cackling at his own joke while you try to fake a laugh.

pathetic.

you blow a seductive kiss towards another college frat boy while he’s clearly interested, licking his lips as he eyes you up and down, eyes focusing on your cleavage. you roll your eyes internally, but keeping up his flirty facade nonetheless. your charisma seems to be unrealistically tremendous, attracting almost the entire cafeteria.

the whole cafeteria, except for him.

nanami scowls, glaring at you and your ring of college frat boys surrounding you. the various melodies blasting through his headphones still weren’t able to drown out the fury racing through his head, instead being pushed to the back as background noise.

nanami freezes instantly as a seemingly cocky bastard of a student sits you down right into his lap, a swirl of rage dizzying him. his first thought was: “what the fuck,” and his second was, “i’ll kill them both.”

you glance sultrily towards nanami’s direction, eyelashes covering your hooded eyes. you tilt your head, smirking ever so slightly, resulting in a horribly enraged nanami. you feel nanami’s death stare stab you in the back of his head; and you already know that this was definitely a royal fuck-up. you can already predict that nanami is probably already thinking of different ways to make you beg for forgiveness—and possibly, his cock—by the time you go back to your shared flat. by continuing this show with his glare spearing through the back of your head, you would only be digging yourself further into the pit.

it’s entirely your own choice.

“hey.. isn’t your roomie staring a lil’ much? i mean, dudes’ kind of a dork.” you pull yourself away from a guy’s lips.

“he’s just jealous. he’s nothing without me, anyway.” you reply nonchalantly, tidying and patting his white, crinkled shirt down before winking at her.

you continue flirting, and nanami grips his ballpoint pen tighter. the revision papers under his laptop seem to crumple as his rage grew, but it’s probably the university student crushing them subconsciously. his anger seems to accelerate, until a point where he physically couldn’t watch you grind and shove your cleavage onto a guy pushed up against a cafeteria table anymore.

he shoots up, and storms out of the cafeteria in a fit of violent fury.

you pull away from said guy, snickering as you watch nanami’s silhouette barging out. you wipe the smeared lipstick off your lips with the back of his hand, winking at the panting guy pinned onto the table. satisfied, you saunter out, leaving the various frat groups behind to fawn over you.

—

“y/n.”

nanami breathes, watching as his roomie enters their shared apartment. your keys rattle ever so slightly against the trinkets and keychains latched onto the metal ring, eyes scanning his current situation.

placing his valuables and bag down onto the table, you eye nanami manspreading in the gaming chair in front of you up and down. you gulp. oh well, you knew what you was getting into. you knew exactly what would happen the moment he stepped foot through the front door. you just never realised that it would be this intense.

nanami had always given you a space to breathe, how were you supposed to know that this time; it would be different?you had always known that he didn’t enjoy watching you fool around with others (and you mostly did it to rile him up), but both you and nanami knew that both of you enjoyed the overwhelmingly good sex that came with it, as much as you would never admit it.

“sit.”

you oblige to nanami’s request, lowering yourself down tentatively onto the couch, gripping a cushion nearest to the front door and furthest from him. he watches with hooded eyes, a glint of light reflecting off. your gaze drags slowly from your roommate’s eyes to down onto his chest, the unbuttoned campus uniform showing his mildly toned muscles. nanami sits on his gaming chair, leaning back with his legs spread. your eyes scan down his body, fixating on the bulge just slightly blocking the man’s pelvis. nanami lets a lazy grin form across his face, he knows that you’re checking him out, it’s too obvious.

you squeezes his legs inwards, tightening the grip your hands had on one another. you feels a single drop of cold sweat run down the back of your neck, and another shiver run down your spine. you’re definitely going to end up crying this time, he knows it. god, where did all your confidence go this time?

nanami locks eye contact with you, but you’re quick to break it off. your gaze darts around, never really focusing on anything for more than a few seconds, desperately trying to take attention off the very-much-dominant male in front of him and the concentrated volume of heat and throbbing rushing towards your lower body.

“would you like to tell me what you did wrong, or do i have to force it out of you?” nanami heaves, crossing his arms. His veins are even more prominent than before, and you internally swear that if you hadn’t been sitting, your knees would’ve buckled at the mere sound of his voice. you know very well that you can’t form a word for shit in front of this version of nanami, and you’re quite sure nanami knows of this too.

silence.

“guess we’ve really gotta do it the hard way, yeah?”

—

nanami doesn’t resist as you move down his torso, sinking onto your knees that created a dull thud on the floorboards beneath you both. the entire apartment was dead silent except for the faint noise of pop music that probably came from a party not more than 3 blocks away, but both of you took it as just simply background music. nanami glances at the mop of hair below him, messy from your makeout session in the cafeteria, seething his rage even more. you’re probably near your limit too, your nimble fingers clumsily undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his trousers. nanami watches tentatively, smirking. since when were you ever this eager?

“slow down, sweetheart. i’m not going anywhere.”

“you really shouldn’t be calling me ‘sweetheart’ in this situation, nanamin.” you manage to stutter out, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

nanami replies with a close lipped grin.

you let out a shaky breath before your lips wrap around the head, teasing at first, probably because this has happened way too many times for you to enjoy it. he watches from above, slowly guiding you around his cock, as if this was the first time you’ve given him a blowjob. you wraps your hand on the remaining length, covering what your mouth can’t.

“fuck,” nanami mutters once you take in half of him, head bobbing slightly as your hand wraps around what your lips don’t. you’re too busy with his craft to notice that nanami watches oh-so-sweetly from above, or to even care.

“insulting me in public with that pretty mouth of yours,” nanami sighs as he leans forward, whispering, “but look what i can do with it in private.”

you roll your eyes, masking the fact that those words definitely caused a major shiver to run down the curve of your back. determined to return the favor, you take nanami into the hilt, fuck: not many can take him that far.

nanami closes his eyes, struggling to picture something that’ll help push him nearer to the edge, but nothing good comes to mind. he ends up opening his eyes after a short while, glancing down at you. the way your head bobs, the way your cherry lips look stretched around him, it’s almost enough to push him over that line.

you then take him on all the way, making that little choking sound, eyes fluttering shut as they tear up, and–

and nanami heaves just a little harder, and groans just a little louder. his gaze meets yours. they’re blown out, tears running down his cheeks and drool gathering near the corner of his mouth, spilling out onto him.

“f-fuck.”

you choke, but eventually manage to deepthroat nanami successfully, your own throat going lax. nanami lets out a short gasp, he’s never gotten used to something so completely and utterly captivating.

you know that nanami’s close from muscle memory, and you start gently pulling yourself off. you’re caught off guard, however, when nanami’s palm slams into the back of your head, pushing you even further into the hilt. you choke, gripping the fabric of nanami’s pants as his grip around your hair tightens. it seemed as if the world was spinning as you raced for nanami’s orgasm.

it’s strong when he finally comes, right down your throat. you do a good job of swallowing and nanami finds himself slightly trembling with the force of his orgasm. it’s only then when you notice how painfully you needs physical relief from your sexual frustration when he notices the throbbing under your skirt and your soaked panties, while nanami seems to realise this too.

“it’s your turn, help me with this.” you pant, losing quite a bit of of his voice. nanami hums.

“only because you worked that pretty mouth of yours so hard for me, didn’t you?”

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you find yourself spread open on the gaming chair after switching positions with nanami. your hands tied tight with his tie above you, you’re blindfolded with another hideous patterned tie, —how many of these ugly leopard print ties does he own?—being shaken from your train of thought as you feel his touch on your inner thigh.

he drags his touch slowly, grazing against your core very few seconds. you shudder as his fingers inch closer to your clit, getting frustrated as he purposely misses all point. he draws small circles along your slit with the pad of his thumb, blowing cold air as you clamp around nothing.

“god, nanamin.. can you j-just fuck me already?” you manage to whimper out, the lack of stimulation forcing you into submission. you feel him chuckle lightly, internally cursing him out for placing you in such a position. you’re embarrassed, and it’s for real this time.

you gasp softly as he removes his fingers, replacing their presence with his nose and tongue as he dives in, deep. you try muffling your moans by biting your lips, trying not to alert neighbours.

your actions proved inevitable, letting out a pornographic moan as nanami grips your thighs, pushing his nose against your clit and his tongue into your slit. your wrists buckle against each other as you suck in air through your teeth, toes curling. you grind your hips again his face, feeling a sense of urgency to finally release. nanami feels you throb against the tip of his nose, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he eats you out.

“calm down, sweetheart.” nanami chuckles against you, vibrations sending shivers up your spine, “you just can’t wait to take my cock, can you?”

“y-yeah, whatever, n-nanami..”

you let out a shaky breath as you hear the clinking of a belt buckle dropping to the floor, as well as the frantic rustling of nanami’s clothes falling to the ground. there’s a rush of excitement and urgency that runs through your veins as you feel nanami’s rough palms grab you by the hips, noticing his bare cock pressing up against your slit.

nanami groans as he enters tentatively, completely opposite to the attitude in his voice before. your senses are heightened, nanami’s groans and grunts of your name ringing beside your ears. you feel as his cock stretches you out, filling you up while the pleasure closes.

“o-oh, fuck.”

your hands balled into fists, digging into your own skin. small crescent marks formed along your palm as the chair constantly shakes back and forth, coupled with the dirty sounds of the squelch of his cock and your cunt. pants, groans and moans filled the room as you grind and angle your hips at a degree, nanami thrusting harder and deeper each time.

“gon’ stuff you f-full, g-god.. y/n..”

you moan in response, eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy as he hammers along your swollen clit, watching as your fluids flow out as he plugs into you, both drowing in each other’s arousal. you see sparks each time he rails into you, his cock throbbing against your walls.

you release a pornographic yell once his tip hits a certain spot, back arching against the angle. nanami lets out a breathy chuckle as his nails dig into your thighs, his tempo speeding up. stars float around hour vision as your throat goes slack, feeling your tongue hang out for being fucked dumb by your roommate.

you feel a familiar rising heat as nanami rams into you, his pelvis wet from constantly thwacking against your core. you press your back against the chair as you let the desire for an orgasm take over, feeling how close nanami is too. his thrusts gradually grow sloppier, but his grip on your waist never loosens while he grunts your name over and over again.

you feel his grip release, as he drags his sweaty palms along your waist down to your pelvis. there isn’t enough time for you to think before he presses right down onto your uterus, feeling the tip of his cock shoved right into the neck of your cervix. your back arches as nanami rubs your lower stomach, a lazy grin on his face as he admires his work. you’re so full, and it’s because of him. he knows that it’s him, only he can fully satisfy you, him and his cock. you tug at the unbelievably tight tie binding your wrists together, panting and crying out a string of breathy moans, before finally reaching your climax.

nanami continues to thrust rapidly, chasing his high while you saw stars. you feel tears slowly prick up against your eyes and the tie blindfolding you, oversensitivity finally taking its effect on the both of you. you feel the sheer strength of his orgasm as nanami reaches his high, your abused cunt filled to the brim as a mix between both your juices spill out.

wet, sloppy squelches seem to fill up the room as the ringing aftermaths fill your ears, both of you still trying to catch your breath. nanami finally regains control of his hip, gradually slowing down and stopping eventually. he lets out an airy chuckle as he notices how you’re still tied up, and removes his tie from your head.

you giggle briefly, still feeling the high of achieving your orgasm. you would never admit it, but you’re quite sure nanami’s the only one who’s ever got you to reach your high. you lay back against the chair, muscles relaxing as your gaze fixated on nanami’s breathing, and how his chest rises along with his heaves.

“-so, something about me being a dork ..?”

“s-shut up.”

[magicfootballstuff]

Gym Buddies (alexia putellas x reader)

Summary: When you rupture a ligament shortly after joining Barcelona, your new captain is there to help you through the long recovery process.

———

You don’t actually see much of Alexia in your first few weeks at Barcelona.

You had been in camp with your national team when the news broke that Alexia would be missing the Euros because of a knee injury, and though you paid attention to the story, knowing that this was an injury affecting a soon-to-be teammate, you had been so caught up in your own Euro preparations that it didn’t actually register what it meant until you actually find yourself in the Barcelona training facility for pre-season.

You meet Alexia on your first day with the team. She welcomes you in accented English and pulls you in for a hug - the kind of polite but awkward hug you get from a vague acquaintance - and then moves away to chat to some of the Spanish girls, leaving you slightly starstruck. You try not to let it show though. She may have a Ballon D’Or and another potentially on the way soon, but you’re a European champion, a very good footballer in your own right, but it’s Alexia bloody Putellas and she has this aura of magic around her, even without a ball at her feet.

And then, when the team start their warmup drills for your first ever training session at Barcelona, Alexia disappears off the pitch for her rehab session in the gym, and you realise it might be a little while longer before you actually get to play with her.

She remains a bit of a mystery, showing her face here and there, though she mostly seems to spend time with the girls who have been at Barcelona with her for years, and she shows up dutifully to every match to cheer from the sidelines, but Alexia is focused on the rehab that keeps her away from the training pitch.

But then, three weeks into the season, just when you’re starting to feel settled and have found your place in a star-studded Barcelona team, an awkward challenge in a match sees you falling badly and being helped off the pitch by the team physios with tears in your eyes. You hope it’s just a sprained ankle, something you can recover from quickly and find yourself back on the pitch in just a few weeks, but the scan the morning after the game confirms the worst - you’ve torn a ligament and will be out for several months.

Having not really spent much time with Alexia so far, it’s a bit of a surprise when you turn up to the training ground for your first session post-surgery, foot strapped up in a plastic boot, and are greeted straight away with a hug from your injured captain.

“We’ve got this,” she murmurs into your ear, her arms still wrapped around you as she holds you close. “Anything you need, I’m here to help.”

“Thank you,” you tell her, squeezing her just that little bit tighter in response.

———

Later, when most of the girls are out on the pitch and you find yourself in the gym with Alexia and a couple of others who are sidelined with minor injuries, she reiterates her support for you.

“Are you okay?” she asks, while one of the physios is writing up your programmes for the day on a whiteboard in the gym - you’ve got an upper body circuit while Alexia will be doing a mix of strength training and low impact cardio.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’m fine.”

“No, I mean are you okay? Like mentally?” Alexia taps her fingers against her temple to emphasise her question. “An injury can be tough to take.”

“Oh. Well, I’m disappointed, obviously. I just want to play. But this is part of football.”

“Somebody paid attention to their media training,” Alexia jokes, shooting you a little smirk. “A very professional answer. But you can open up to me if you’re struggling. I get it.” She gestures down at her knee. “Some days I’m really not okay. I love supporting the girls but it’s so hard to watch them and not join in. So if you need someone to talk to, remember I’m here. As your captain and as your friend.”

You realise now why she’s so popular among the team, why everybody who knows her speaks so highly about her as a person off the pitch as well as her obvious talent on it.

“Thanks, Alexia.”

“We’ll get through this. We’re injury partners now.”

“How about we say gym buddies instead of injury partners?” you suggest, gesturing around at the gym that will be your home for the foreseeable future until you get the all clear to go back out onto the training pitch. “Less depressing.”

Alexia grins at you.

“Deal.”

———

“Hola, gym buddy,” says Alexia, hurrying to catch up with you and draping an arm around your shoulders as you hobble into the gym on crutches two weeks into your rehab.

It’s been the hardest two weeks of your career, but you wouldn’t have been able to make it through without Alexia’s constant presence and support. You haven’t known her for long but she seems to know you better than anybody else on the team, she knows exactly what to say, when you need support and when you need space, and is rapidly becoming the sole reason you’re able to get out of bed each morning and motivate yourself to work through the slow progress of your rehab.

“Hey, Alexia,” you greet your captain.

“Ready for another day of hard work?” she asks you.

“I am now,” you joke.

Rehab is hard. And boring, too. You don’t yet feel like you’re actually making any progress, still unable to do any exercises that put unnecessary weight on your injured foot, you’re really just playing a waiting game until the boot can come off and the real work can begin.

“I’m hoping they let me use the bike today for the first time,” Alexia tells you, excitement barely contained in her voice.

“Ale, that’s huge!” you congratulate her. “I’m so happy for you.”

———

Recovery isn’t all good news. You learn that the hard way when your plastic boot comes off. What you thought would be a huge step forward in your recovery actually ends up just highlighting the mountain you have ahead of you. Perhaps naively you thought you’d be able to start ramping up the exercises pretty quickly, but the trainers are cautious and your rehab programme consists of the same old upper body workouts with only a handful of conditioning exercises for your ankle thrown in. Actually kicking a football again seems like it’s an eternity away.

But you’re not the only one who finds it difficult. Alexia presents such a strong exterior, full of motivation on your darkest days and always the one working hardest in the gym to get back to her best, but not even she is made entirely of stone.

You learn that when you go to the bathroom in the middle of a gym session and hear somebody crying in a locked cubicle.

Most of the team are outside on the training pitch, and of those of you doing recovery sessions indoors, all except one were accounted for when you left the gym a moment ago. There’s only one person this can be.

“Alexia?”

The sniffling stops and the subsequent silence that shrouds the bathroom is enough to confirm your hunch that your captain is the one crying in the locked cubicle.

“Alexia, it’s me.”

“I’m fine!” she calls back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

Silence. You want to support her but you’re not going to push it if she’s not comfortable.

“Okay, I’m going to go now but if you change your mind…”

You hear the bolt being slid across and the hinges creak as Alexia steps out. Her eyes are red and puffy and her cheeks glisten with tear tracks.

“I can’t do this,” she confesses, her voice cracking mid-sentence as she tries to stifle a fresh flood of tears.

You don’t know what to say. Alexia, the stoic captain, your rock since you picked up your own injury, standing before you more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen her before, and all you want to do is make sure that it’s all going to be okay. But telling her that doesn’t feel right - you know from your struggles with your own injury that those kinds of empty assurances are sometimes the exact opposite of what you need.

Alexia doesn’t need telling that, she needs to know that somebody understands her pain.

“I’m not going to tell you that you can do this,” you start, “but there have been so many times over the last couple of months that I’ve thought that I can’t do this. I’ve wanted to give up, to quit football. Some days I haven’t even wanted to get out of bed. Do you know the only reason why I did get up on those days?”

You pause for effect and Alexia says nothing, waiting for you to answer your own question. You place your hands on her arms as you look into her shimmering eyes.

“Because I know that when I get to the training ground, my gym buddy is going to be there to help me through the day.”

Alexia’s mouth twitches at the mention of the affection nickname you’ve been using for each other throughout your recovery.

You continue, “I’m working towards the day that I get to step out onto the grass and kick a ball around with the person who has saved me from my own worst demons. I want to play football with you. And just like you’ve been there for me, I’m here for you to make sure we get to that day together.”

“I can’t be strong every day.”

“You don’t have to be. But I think the strongest thing you’ve done since I met you is admitting that you’re not okay. I’m here for you today, so let it all out. Tomorrow we fight again together. Okay?”

Alexia throws her arms around you and pulls your body against hers for a tight hug.

“Okay,” she murmurs into your hair.

———

Something shifts after that moment. Before Alexia’s little breakdown, you had thought that it was her who was supporting you through your injury, but now you realise that you’re helping her just as much. You both have difficult moments - setbacks, or days where your return to the pitch seems an impossibly long way in the future - but you learn to read each other. Alexia can tell when you’re having a down day and gives you extra encouragement, hugs and humour, and you do the same when you can tell that she needs it too.

The months pass and the recovery intensifies. Somehow, despite your differing injuries, the timelines start to match up. You’re back running on the grass not long after Alexia, you rejoin the rest of the team for parts of the normal training within a week of each other, and when the time finally comes for you to return to the matchday squad, you and Alexia are both given approval to play again by the physios on the same weekend.

You even get subbed onto the pitch at the same time, when Barcelona are four goals up with twenty minutes left on the clock.

As the official gets the substitute board ready, Alexia’s hand finds yours and she squeezes your fingers. Your turn your head to look at her, to find her grinning at you.

“We did it,” she tells you.

“Yeah, we did.”

There’s so much more you want to say, so much you need to thank her for, because you wouldn’t have made it to this point without her by your side, but this isn’t the moment.

The teammates you’re replacing high five you as they come off and just like that, you’re back on a football pitch for an actual competitive game for the first time in forever.

The stadium erupts into monumental applause, and while you know that the Barcelona fans are mostly cheering the return of La Reina after ten months off the pitch, Alexia makes sure to direct her own applause to you as you both jog onto the pitch, and that’s all that matters to you.

Alexia ends up scoring Barcelona’s fifth and final goal, a free kick from just outside the box, because how else does a double Ballon D’Or winner announce their return to competitive football? As the back of the net ripples and the crowd roars, she runs straight over to you and wraps you in an embrace so tight that she physically lifts you off the ground, and your feet only touch the grass again when the rest of your teammates join the huddle to congratulate their captain.

The match ends not too long after and Alexia once again seeks you out straight away. She puts a hand on either side of your head and looks you straight in the eye, her face cracking open into a grin.

“We’re back,” Alexia says.

“We are,” you agree. “And you scored.”

“That goal was for you.”

You don’t get to respond because the rest of the team bundles into you and you can only watch as they work together to lift Alexia up and start throwing her into the air. Then before you know it they’ve gone for you too, and you find yourself lifted off the ground in celebration of your return to the matchday squad.

You have a brief moment of worry that they’re going to drop you and inflict another injury on you, but then you hear Alexia’s laughter rippling through the air and you feel at ease again.

She always has a way of settling your anxieties, whether she’s trying or not.

———

Some time later, when you’ve showered and changed and the dressing room is almost empty, you look around for Alexia but can’t see her anywhere.

Lucy, who is supposed to be giving you a lift home after the match, nudges you and says, “She went back onto the pitch.”

You turn to look at her quizzically, because she can’t possibly know who you’re looking for.

“What?”

“Alexia. Go on, I’ll wait in the car. Tell her how you feel.”

Your cheeks burn.

“It’s not … I don’t …”

“If there’s anything I’ve learned from my own past injuries,” Lucy interrupts your stammering, “it’s that life is too short to live with any regrets. Go and talk to her. I think you’ll be surprised.”

You don’t say anything but nod your thanks to Lucy, hoisting your boot bag onto your shoulder and exiting the dressing room. You wander back down the tunnel and out to the edge of the pitch. Alexia is nowhere to be seen, but when you turn around, you spot a lone figure sitting up in the stands, surveying the empty pitch in front of her.

You climb the steps two at a time and walk between the rows of seats, before sitting down next to Alexia.

“I’ve been playing on this pitch in a Barcelona jersey for longer than I can remember,” Alexia tells you, keeping her eyes straight ahead. “Every time it’s special. I can’t tell you how many times in the last few months I thought I’d never get that honour ever again.”

You laugh, ready to tell Alexia that she’s insane, because while you had similar moments of worry in your own rehab journey, you never for once doubted that Alexia wouldn’t make it back, but she turns to you and continues speaking.

“Maybe I wouldn’t have got here without you,” she tells you.

“I definitely wouldn’t have done it without you,” you admit. “My gym buddy.”

Lucy’s words ring in your ears. Now is the moment to tell Alexia how you feel, but you clam up at the prospect, unable to find the words to tell Alexia how much she means to you.

Luckily, Alexia seems to be stronger than you, and finds the words you can’t.

“You’re so much more than my gym buddy,” Alexia tells you, reaching across and taking your hand. “You entered my life at exactly the right moment and I’m so lucky to have you.”

You let your fingers tangle with Alexia’s, you heart hammering in your chest as you steel yourself for a moment that seems harder than any you went through during your recovery.

“I’m the lucky one,” you confess. “I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anybody else by my side. You’re more than my teammate, more than my friend. I think I’m falling for you.”

There. It’s out. You finally admitted it. Your heart is out there for Alexia to bruise in a way that will be much harder to heal from than a stupid ankle injury.

But Alexia lets out a deep breath and her mouth curls up into a smile, a look of adoration in her eyes as she squeezes your fingers.

“Me too. I’m so glad you feel the same. I thought I was being stupid.”

“Can I kiss you?” you blurt out.

“Please,” Alexia nods.

You lean in and the moment that your lips touch Alexia’s is even more euphoric than kicking a football again after months of rehab. A memorable day becomes even more special as Alexia reciprocates your kiss, lips moving slowly against each other, a reward and a thank you for months of helping each other through the tough times to get to today.

You pull apart when you’re getting breathless, and though you’d happily spend the rest of the night here, kissing Alexia in the stands at the Estadi Johan Cruyff until long after the sun has gone down, you know you should probably head home.

“I really don’t want to go, but Lucy’s waiting in the car to drive me home,” you tell Alexia, still holding onto her hand as you start your goodbyes. “But thank you again for everything.”

“I don’t think I’m going to forget today for a long time,” Alexia says. “For more than one reason.”

“Me neither,” you agree. You lean in for one more kiss, unable to get enough of Alexia’s lips, before you pull away and reluctantly let go of her hand as you stand up. “See you in training?”

“Or sooner,” suggests Alexia, with a smile that causes your heart to do a little flip. “I’ll text you.”

“I can’t wait.”

[negans-lucille-tblr]

My Worthless Love || Part Six (FIN)

Summary: At first, Dean can’t believe his luck that he gets to date a porn star, but soon the cracks start to show, and Dean gets to see a totally different side to the industry that bursts his bubble and leaves him torn. 

Rating: 18+

Part Tags: angst, mentions of breaching limits, self-disgust, shame, embarrassment, mentions of drug use, lack of self worth, major fluff, mentions of rape

Part WC: 2790

A/Ns: Hope you all enjoyed this flangsty mini!

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Your POV

All you can focus on is getting back to the bedroom you’d been using as a changing room. Tears flood your vision as you keep your eyes fixed on your feet, making sure you don’t trip in your rush to escape, your clothes are clutched tightly to your still-naked body. Finally, you see the bedroom door, and let out a shaky exhale, desperate for the privacy the room can give you. You throw the door open without wasting another second and quickly duck into the room. But before you can close the door, your eyes land on someone sitting on the bed, and as you look up you realise who it is. 

“Dean,” you choke out, attempting to compose yourself. You clear your throat, your heart racing in your chest. 

Your mind is spinning so quickly, you’re not even sure how you feel about the fact that he hasn’t left. When you’d glanced over to where he had been standing not long into the shoot and saw him missing, you’d assumed this was all too much and he’d gone. You’d assumed that maybe he couldn’t handle this after all and had left you. You wouldn’t have blamed him – you hate yourself for it too – and the idea was one of the very reasons you didn’t want him to come to set with you. But you’d trusted him when he insisted that he could handle it. 

“You’re still here?” you ask, confused. 

“Of course I am,” Dean smiles slightly. “I wasn’t about to leave you here, I wanted to be sure you were okay.” He rises to his feet and begins to approach you, and your entire body tenses. “Are you okay?” he pries, concern painting over his face in an instant. 

“Fine,” you lie, attempting to at least act it. “I’m fine,” you repeat, hoping to sound more convincing. 

“What’s that?” he asks, nodding to your left hand. You look down, seeing the rag that had been thrown your way once the cameras had stopped rolling and your grip around it tightens. 

“Just clean up,” you try to brush him off, hoping if you scrunch it hard enough in your grasp that he won’t see the mess inside. At the very thought, you also clench your thighs tighter together. “I should shower.” 

You attempt to move past him towards the en suite, but you feel Dean turn with you. 

“Wait,” he calls, placing a hand on your shoulder and stopping you in your tracks. You can feel the tears once again building at the backs of your eyes, and you’re not sure you can hold them in any longer. 

“What, Dean?” you snap, glaring at him. Dean frowns, clearly taken aback by your tone, and then swallows hard. “I’m sorry,” you relent with a sigh, “please just let me shower.” 

Dean silently releases you, nodding minutely, and so you turn and head into the bathroom, intent on having the water as hot as you can handle, scrubbing until your skin is raw and no trace of Nick is left. 

You emerge from the bathroom timidly, not even sure Dean will still be in the bedroom waiting for you. You wouldn’t blame him if he isn’t after the way you treated him when all he’d tried to do is show you some concern. But he is, sitting on the foot of the bed, his head hung low as he plays with his fingers in front of him. He lifts his head when he hears you coming, and the concern he’d looked at you with earlier is still very evident on his face. You’d thought you’d got all your tears out silently in the shower, drowned out by the water and the loud music you’d put on. But more creep in and threaten to leave, and you can’t have anyone looking at you in that way right now, it’s too much. 

 “Are you sure you’re okay?” Dean finally asks, watching you carefully. 

You don’t manage to speak this time, so you just nod, forcing a smile at him before turning your back as you begin rummaging through your bag of clothes for the clean ones you’d packed to change into. 

“How was the rest of the shoot?” he pries, clearly trying to make conversation. 

“The same as usual,” you half lie, not wanting to think about what had made you so upset in the first place. “You’d have known if you’d stayed,” you counter, hoping to distract yourself with the fact Dean had left instead. 

“You don’t think I wanted to leave, do you?” he asks, and you hear the mattress groan slightly as he stands up. 

“I don’t blame you,” you argue weakly. “I wouldn’t wanna see how little self respect my girlfriend has for herself if I were you, either.” 

“Wait,” Dean insists, once again reaching out for you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Look at me.” 

You drop the clothes in your hand back to your bag and slowly turn around, afraid to look directly in those green eyes, so you look down at your feet instead. 

“Sweetheart,” Dean prompts, curling a finger under your chin to lift your head and look at him. “I didn’t want to leave. Marv made me.” 

You wonder for a second if you even believe him, but then you think about how irritable Marv was growing every time you fucked up towards the start, and how distracted you’d been until you’d realised Dean was gone. It felt like you couldn’t fully let yourself get lost in your alter ego with him there, and no doubt it showed. So it would make sense for Marv to kick Dean out. The fact Dean didn’t want to leave at least brings you some comfort. Especially when you consider that it was probably a good thing he wasn’t there, especially towards the end. 

“Is that why you’re upset?” he pries, frowning. 

“Yeah,” you lie, turning around. “But it’s fine, I get it. You were totally distracting me. Marv hates mistakes,” you force a laugh, rummaging through your bag again just for something to do. Your eyes fall on the packet of valium Dean had caught you taking earlier, and you think about how much easier it would be if you took more – the whole lot, maybe. 

“So you’re not mad?” Dean checks, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“No, I’m fine,” you laugh slightly. “I get it.” 

You think it’s finally over, and Dean is going to drop it, so you begin to get dressed, hoping that enough time will pass that you can start acting fine enough that you’ll even start to believe it again. But you can’t stop the shake in your hands, and Dean being so close makes you nervous. 

“What’s going on, baby?” Dean implores softly. 

Fuck, why can’t this guy be oblivious like the rest of them? Why can’t he just believe a fine, and drop it?!

“Nothing, Dean!” you shout, throwing your t-shirt onto the floor with a huff. 

“What happened?” Dean tries again, remaining calm. 

It’s no good, you can’t do it. 

You can’t turn around and face him, so you look down at your hands, your back to him as you finally come clean. 

“It was a bad shoot,” you tell him. Instantly you feel both of Dean’s hands squeeze your shoulders lovingly, and he wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses the back of your head. 

“Are they all this bad?”

“No, not like this,” you confess, your heart starting to beat a little harder and faster again. You’ve never had anyone to talk to about this stuff, you’re not even sure you know how to say it. 

“Talk to me, you can tell me anything,” Dean encourages you quietly, holding you tighter. 

You close your eyes and hold your breath for a moment, formulating the sentence in your mind. 

“They ignored one of my limits,” you admit, swallowing hard to keep the tears at bay after your confession. 

“What?” Dean asks, his body stiffening behind you. “Did you stop them? Did you say something?”

“There was no point, Dean. I’d already pissed Marv off enough, and I just wanted the shoot to be over.” 

“What limit was it?” Dean’s tone is now laced with anger, and you worry you’ve only been thrown out of the frying pan and into the fire. 

“He… he came inside me,” you explain weakly. “It’s fine, I’m not an idiot, I’m on birth control, I just don’t like doing it on camera.” 

“That’s not the fucking point,” Dean grunts, and you feel him slip away from you. “I’m going to fucking kill him.” 

You instantly turn and reach out to grab his arm, hoping to stop him in his tracks like he’d done you earlier. 

“Dean, don’t, please. You’re going to make it worse if you storm out there.” 

“I don’t fucking care! You think I’m gonna let him get away with this? And then make money off of it by putting the video online?!” 

You’ve never seen Dean like this before, and while part of you is honored he’s being so protective of you, you also fear what repercussions that’s going to have on you. 

“Dean, please,” you beg once more.

“We can’t let them get away with doing this, Y/N. How many other girls have they done this to, hm? How many more?” He clearly knows you well to speak to your empathy towards other girls like you. You sigh heavily. “Has this happened before?” 

You don’t want to give him that answer and add fuel to the fire so you purse your lips. 

“I’ll talk to my agent, let him handle it. It’s what I pay him for,” you try to reason. Dean clenches his jaw, but he doesn’t protest to your compromise, his body relaxing just a little. 

“Fine, but if that dick doesn’t do anything, I certainly will, and next time you won’t be able to stop me.” 

“Dick, you promised me that you were going to make sure he got my limits list,” you remind him, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose. 

You ignore your boyfriend who is glaring in your direction from the otherside of the couch, knowing that he’s not mad at you, he’s just been unable to keep some form of frown off of his face since the shoot the day before. 

“Who are we talking about again, sweetheart?” you hear Dick sigh, “you’re not my only client, you know, no matter how much you act like it.” 

“Nick,” you reply, ignoring his slight dig. “He goes by Lucifer, remember?” 

“Oh right, yeah,” Dick replies, though you can tell from the tone of his voice he doesn’t actually know who you’re talking about. 

“So what are you gonna do about it, Dick? He breached one of my limits,” you reiterate, starting to lose patience. 

“Listen, doll, I don’t know why you’re complaining, you got paid extra for it,” he laughs slightly. 

“That’s not the fuckin’ point, Dick,” you tell him through gritted teeth. “You’re my agent, you’re meant to make sure I’m safe at shoots like these, and when I’m not you’re meant to fight my corner. That’s what I pay you for. But if you’re not gonna do your fucking job then I might as well leave.” 

“Whoa, sweetheart, calm down, I’ll talk to the director, okay? See if he can maybe get you a bit more cash to make it worth it, hm?” 

“Jesus, no, it’s not about the money!” you shout, feeling like you’re going around in circles. “You know what? I’m done with you, I’ll find someone else.” 

You hang up on him before he can protest, tossing your cell down onto the coffee table in a huff before throwing yourself back onto the couch and covering your face with your hands, utterly frustrated. 

“Can I go fuck them up yet?” Dean grunts, and you peer past your hands to look at him, sighing heavily at the heavy glare still set on his face. 

“No, the last thing I need is you being arrested for assault,” you try to joke. 

It’s silent between you for a moment, until you hear Dean sigh heavily, and when you look over at him, that look of pure anger has dispersed from his gorgeous features, and now he just looks concerned. 

“Listen, Y/N,” he begins, clearing his throat and leaning forward on his elbows, playing with his fingers in front of him much like he’d done the day before. “I never wanted to be this guy, and I never wanted to say this… but the difference is, I’m actually saying it for your sake, not mine,” he explains. He pauses for a moment as a small frown pulls at your brow. “I think you should quit.” 

“Well I did just fire my asshole agent, so I guess I did,” you laugh slightly. “I’ll find a better one, one that treats me better,” you decide. 

“No, I mean… I think you should quit the entire industry.” 

“Oh.” 

You can’t find much more than that to say as you think about Dean’s words. At first you’re a little angry that he’d try to tell you what to do, like he’s got some sort of control over your life, but then you think about how he’d said he was saying it for your sake and not his. Does he really have your best interests at heart here? Or is he just using this as an excuse to dump all his jealousy and insecurities on you and make you quit?

“What Nick did to you wasn’t right… if anything it was borderline rape. I know he knew about your limits, he mentioned your list to me before the shoot. He knew you didn’t want that and he did it anyway,” Dean reveals, only making you feel worse about the whole thing. 

Not that you’re surprised by any means, but you’d tried to excuse it by convincing yourself it was Dick who fucked up and didn’t send your limits, and not Nick choosing to ignore them. While you don’t like Nick and had heard some rumours from other girls, you’d naively hoped he wasn’t as bad as people said, and working with him wouldn’t be a terrible idea; that maybe you’d be lucky. 

“And it’s not just what Nick did,” Dean goes on. “The way pretty much every guy in that place looked at you and treated you… it made me feel sick. You don’t deserve that, you’re worth more than that.” 

At Dean’s final comment you feel yourself breaking down, shaking your head in reluctance to accept that he might be right. 

“No, I’m not… this is it, Dean, this is what I’m good at… this is what I deserve,” you sob out, trying to make him realise it for himself. Until now, you hadn’t really wanted him to, hoping if he didn’t see how unworthy you were of his time and attention, you could keep it a little longer. 

“How can you say that?” Dean asks, sliding himself closer to you on the couch. “I don’t know who or what has made you feel like that, but they’re fucking wrong. You’re gorgeous, and you’re funny and smart, and you light up a room just being in it, and you’ve made me happier than I thought I could be. And none of that has anything to do with sex, because you’re more than that, darling.” 

You shake your head again, trying to block out his words, not wanting to believe them, because you’d convinced yourself of the opposite for so long. 

“Let me prove it to you, let me show you what you’re worthy of,” Dean implores, grabbing your hands in his. “Don’t quit for good if you don’t want to, but just take a break, let me try.” 

“I don’t deserve that,” you sniffle. “I don’t deserve so much of your time, Dean.” 

“Of course you do, you deserve every second of it,” he disagrees. “Y/N,” he sighs, making sure you’re looking at him. “Let me love you until you learn to love yourself.” 

You stare into his eyes, searching for sincerity and finding nothing but just that. He truly believes what he’s saying, even if you think he’s wrong. But you nod anyway, agreeing to his request, because what have you got to lose other than him? 

“Okay,” you finally vocalise. “You can try.”

The beam that lights up Dean’s face at least fills you with some comfort that maybe you’re doing the right thing after all. Especially with a guy like him. 

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Hi muffin, I just had another chaotic thought that i needed to ask before i forgot again if thats ok.

So readers gone out into the village for something, weather that be for maid duties or getting something for the girls, and on her way back to the castle she sees a lycan stalking her or chasing her so she runs back to the castle.

Once readers back from her trip, one of the sisters ask how it was n reader mentions the lycan encounter. Naturally the sisters concerned, but reader just says ‘dw i pegged it’ but the sisters unfamiliar with the term and think readers like actual pegged a lycan instead of just running away from it. How do you think the sisters would react to reader saying this?

-Deluded anon

Also hows your day been so far? 😁

Absolutely XP some comical fluffiness again after the recent angst!🫶

My day’s been long, but all right! Thank you. How has yours been? :)

Let’s get into it!

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Bela

She doesn’t at all know the expression

Though, to be fair, until recently she didn’t even know what “pegging” was

She’s feeling quite disgusted when you say it

I mean, not only did you do such a vile thing with someone other than her, but a lycan?

A wild mutant?

A mutt??

At first, Bela doesn’t voice her question, though keeps shooting you odd looks

She can’t help but wonder- why? And how?

She knows how difficult it is to wrestle one, after all, from the few encounters she’s had with lycans in the past

And then, of course, there’s the question as to why, even after you manage to get one in such an…odd position

Did you negotiate?

And what did you use?

You frown as you notice Bela look you up and down multiple times throughout the day

Did you truly take it from behind? Or use your fingers?

Bela is too horrified at the thought of you with such a beast to ask

And how would you even come to such an understanding?

Did you find the damn thing? Have you done such a thing before?

She also feels a little hurt, though refuses for it to show

Why wouldn’t you pick her for such things?

Why choose a lycan when you have a beautiful, sensitive girlfriend that would, despite preferring it at the front, not at all be opposed to feeling you break in her ass?

Eventually though, with a frown and a small pout she tries to keep hidden, she asks

“Why would you peg a lycan?”

She frowns adorably when you begin laughing at her

This certainly is no laughing matter! She stomps her foot angrily, and it only makes you laugh harder

“What!”, she shrieks

Still, when she is guided on sit on the bed and feels your hands set on her shoulders, she relaxes again

“What gives you that idea, sweet girl?”, you can’t help but ask. Your words from hours ago are already long forgotten

“Well, you’ve said so. When you returned from the market”, she states sharply

Again, it brings a small chuckle from you

She raises an eyebrow, and you quickly cut it out when you realise she is starting to feel mocked and is beginning to lose her patience

As your fingers squeeze her shoulders though, she relaxes again and even sighs softly

“It’s just an expression, a term. I meant I ran for my life from the damn thing”, you explain with a small kiss pressed to the tip of her head

She’s blushing now, flustered at her own mistake

She…isn’t aware of such terms, or any slang from the outside, really

Never has she heard someone use it before

“Oh…!”, she hums

You can’t help but grin as her cheeks burn up again when you cup and smudge them

She watches you, slightly annoyed as you pinch her cheeks, then gasps at your words

“Don’t you worry, Bela, you’re the only good girl getting pegged around here”, you tease

She gasps loudly, and for a moment you laugh as she swarms away

You know, she’s going to return what that fierce blush is gone

Cassandra

Cassandra is immediately on you when you return to the castle and slam the heavy doors shut behind you

You’re panting, and laughing, and for a moment she thinks you’ve gone nuts when you throw yourself against her

She watches with wide eyes as you laugh and press a small blade to her hand

“For you! I got it as a present for you”, you say with a large grin

You’re still attempting to catch your breath as she inspects the beautiful blade

She grins too now

It’ll look beautiful as a part of her collection! It’s sharp, and has a black-greenish blade

It looks custom made, almost

The handle is beautiful

She already knows, she will use this weapon only on the soft flesh of maidens!

Only the finest for a weapon of this exquisite!

She is pulled out of her daydreaming, however, as she takes in your smell

You reek of sweat, and a lycan

Immediately, she cups your face to inspect you for injuries as you laugh

“Are you okay?! What happened?! I leave you alone for a damn hour!”, she curses

You only smile and shrug

“Don’t worry, I pegged it”

In an instant, Cassandra pulls back, a grimace of disgust on her face

You what?

Pegged. A lycan?

She resists the urge to make a gagging sound

Why on earth would you do such a thing?

Now, while Cassandra is aware that the beasts have a sex drive she wouldn’t have ever expected you to participate in such things with them!

Aside from this, she feels an emotion she is all too familiar with: Jealousy

How could you do such a thing with a beast when you’ve got her!

You’re all hers! And she’s all yours!

Now, of course you haven’t…asked her to take her like that yet

And naturally, she hasn’t offered

But this?! This is enraging!

“Why the fuck would you do that?!”, she asks angrily. You merely look confused

What? You’re no stranger to Cassandra’s temper, but even this seems uncalled for

“Why’d you do that! I’m here!” She can’t help but shriek. Her cheeks burn up at the last part of the sentence

With a stupid, happy smile on your face you cup her warm cheeks

“Cass, you realise I didn’t literally peg a lycan, do you?”

She looks confused at this

But- you said!

“It’s a term. I just ran away from the damn thing”, you laugh

“From the outside?”, she asks, and you hum to confirm this

Her cheeks only feel warmer underneath your fingertips

“Oh…”, she answers, her eyes not finding yours

You can’t help but smirk at the bit of information revealed to you

Cassandra gasps in shock when she suddenly feels your arm around her waist and your hand cup her thick ass cheek tightly

She shrieks when it’s groped and your warm breath hits her neck as you talk

“I had no idea you wanted me to peg you, Cassie. Well, turn around!”, you joke stupidly with another squeeze of her clothed ass

She rolls her eyes, a small growl passing her lips as she pushes her gloved hands against your front. You grin at the bright pink colour of her cheeks

“Stop that, you pest!”

Daniela

She’s so worried when she sees you return all sweaty and out of breath

“My love! Are you alright?!”

Immediately, you have a clingy bug mutant push up against you and inspect you for wounds

Luckily, there are none, even as your lungs burn with the need to breathe

Her cold skin feels wonderful against your warm one! She giggles when you wrap your arms around her and cuddle her close like a teddy bear

“Oh! That reminds me! I brought you something! I hope the lycan didn’t make me drop it…”, you hum

Immediately, she straightens up and looks at you

WHAT?!

“A lycan?!”, she shrieks

With a small, shy smile, you tell her of how you were chased back to the castle

As her eyes widen and she frowns with worry, you’re quick to assure her

“Don’t worry, my love. I pegged it”, you coo

This only has her golden eyes widen more, though. Then, she frowns

You tilt your head in confusion as she pouts. She looks almost…hurt

Daniela knows what pegging is. Just, not in this context

She assumes your words are to be understood quite literally, and it brings tears to her eyes

But…you’re her lover

And she’s yours

Why’d you cheat on her? With a lycan no less!

An animal!

A mutt!

An actual monster! With no personality whatsoever!

Why wouldn’t you come to her with such a thing!

You know, she’s allowing you to do such a thing to her!

Daniela doesn’t notice she is crying until you cup her cheeks and shush her lovingly

“What’s wrong, Dani?”

You sound so sweet, so concerned

It only makes her cry harder. She loves you!

Don’t you love her? Is she wrong yet again?

“W-Why?”, she chokes out between tears. It seems they don’t ever stop

You only look confused and hold up the necklace retrieved from your pocket

Daniela hasn’t even noticed it yet. It’s…beautiful, with a green, tiny gemstone attached to it

“I-don’t know I thought you’d like it! I can return it if you don’t like it!”, you’re quick to assure her

She only tilts her head in confusion

What?

She shakes her head, and despite the pain she feels, allows you to pull her in your arms

“Why’d you peg the lycan?”, she asks, her voice small

You force yourself not to laugh at your sweet, naive girlfriend

“Baby…”

She looks up at you, teary, golden eyes finding yours

“Yes?”

“I didn’t literally peg it. I just ran from it. It’s just something you say”, you explain as best as you can

She’s confused

“Why?”

“I’m not sure”, you shrug. “Some sayings don’t really make sense but we still use them. Like, bittersweet. How can it be both?”

She seems to think about this

“A sugar covered lemon is bittersweet”, she hums

Daniela giggles at your bewildered expression

“You’re right!”, you gasp, and she giggles, her worries already forgotten again