#put my brain in a computer please

[variety-toaster]

I Want To Be A Cute Robot Girl

by Alena (aka, variety-toaster)

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let me recharge from a wire instead of sleep

let me dream of electric sheep

let me have a pretty chassis instead of skin

let me face the confusion and fear from my kin

let me run my fans in the way a cat purrs

let me struggle with captchas and images in blurrs

let me do complex calculations in moments

let me be the prototype for all the new components

let me disconnect from all emotions

let me never again swim in the earth's oceans

let me play games when there's nothing to do

let me wonder if im still human true

let me catch a virus instead of a cold

let me update my OS and never grow old

let me take screenshots of my loved ones, saved in my memory

let me download music, my mind turned pirate's treasury

let me install new parts to change my features

let me be different than all other mortal creatures

let me trust in the certainty of steel

let me struggle to ever eat any meal

let me be a frail maiden, serve as a companion bot

let my master fix me, though my body never rots

let me bluescreen when i die

let me recover from a backup drive

let me play cute idle animations when i wait

let me be a robot, pleased with my fate

let me strike fear into those fearing progress

let my troubles be solved with a new .exe process

let me be shorter, a more compact height

let me struggle to read a captcha on a website

let me download an update to learn a skill

let me be bound by the laws of robotics, never to kill

let me have pretty LED lights

let me have transgender and transhuman rights

let me have joints that move like a ball

let me be designed not to break if i fall

let me have a cute monitor for a face

let me not need air in the vacuum of space

let me hack a bank to erase my debt

let me truly surf the internet

let me be immersed in my favorite games

let me stay inside whenever it rains

let me recharge from a wire instead of sleep

let me dream of electric sheep

[aq2003]

there's a quick secondhand account from part 2 of david tennant filmography video essay from OP's boyfriend saying david's performance as macbeth blows his hamlet out of the water and i don't know what kind of drugs his macbeth is on for that to even be possible because how is that possible. How . oh my god?

[oneguardian15]

what causes that thing in your brain where you spell a common word a hundred million times and then one time pops up where you look at it and your brain is just like “nope nooooopppee! you spelled it wrong! it doesn’t look right!” and no matter how you spell it it doesn’t look right? like is it one or two ts kind of thing? and then you have like a mini crisis about it….

[lunarcowgirl]

lean with me | two

yeah yeah i wrote another part for my fuckass jack abbot x f!doctor!reader fic <3

read part one here and part three here

not my gif! but i do feel crazy about it!!!!!

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jack abbot made a damn fool of himself in front of the one person he desperately wants to rely on him, now he's got to hope you'll let him fix it.

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from the office of the author: damn! ya’ll got me feeling some kind of way in the comments and reblogs, I didn’t look at tumblr all day after part one scared it would have no notes 🥹 thank you so so much for your kind words!!!!! ideas for these two are currently eating out my brain like a terrible infectious disease, so expect more soon xoxoxoxo

also, if by chance you have requests/ideas/thoughts drop me an ask, you’d warm the freezing cockles of my heart <3

warnings: age gap of 10+ years, old man is a goose, the weather is shit in pittsburgh but i am from the southern hemisphere so i don’t understand how real winter works pls forgive me, #rollins apologist behaviour from the author, characters stand close to the edge of buildings but they don’t have any plans for leaving said building, bad grammar, bit o’ angst, bit of fluff (as a treat)

word count: 1.6k

Dr Abbot thought he was doing a rather terrible job at feeling anything other than pathetic thank you very much. The final 30 minutes of the shift dragged into eternity, and you were never close enough. You quietly extracted yourself from every scenario in which Jack might touch you or say your name. Hands quick, words gentle, you continued to heal your patients, but the wound between you and Jack remained gaping.

As 7am dawned, black and cold, Jack found himself to be in an entirely black and cold mood. And Robby’s aggravating cheerfulness upon arrival certainly did little to help.

“Brother,” The new father chirped across the desk, “How’d it go last night?”

“Sparkly.” Jack deadpanned, nearly tearing through the paper under his hands with the scratch of his pen. The computer you’d spent so much time hunched over this shift was now dark and quiet.

Usually you would wait to say goodbye before leaving, punching him lightly on the arm, cracking something wise-ass about putting his compression sock on right when he got home, letting his body rest.

“Don’t want the old legs given out on us now do we?”

You’d smile a smile that would tear right through him, making him feel young, like he could run on those old, broken and missing legs forever and ever. Every time it was a battle to not chase after you, to catch you at your car, to ask if you’d smile at him somewhere other than a place that always stunk of pain. That smile was no where to be seen. He tried his best to ignore the sensation of panic sitting near his heart.

“That bad huh?” Robby frowned, looking across one of the calmest Pitts they’d had in months.

“How is it at Casa Robinavitch?” Jack asked, putting down his instrument of destruction to look up at his friend. Robby looked 20 years younger, almost *glowing—*the freak.

“Baby slept 12 hours,” He declared throwing his hands up in delight. “Heather is perfect, and she is all mine tonight,” He added, only marginally quieter, eyebrows dancing.

In the wake of PittFest and all its rotting, rubbing, terror and ugliness, Robby and Heather deserved some goodness. But so much of it, right in front of Jack, was not kind on the stomach in this particular moment.

“Godspeed brother.” Jack laughed, rising from the desk and grabbing his friend’s shoulder for a quick squeeze. “Don’t fuck it up please?”

Robby nodded, smile unmoved, “I won’t. Now can you get your ugly mug out of my face please, I have work to do.”

“Yeah, yeah, have a good shift.”

Standing in front of his locker, the prospect of returning to a freezing, empty house for the next few days held no sense pleasure for Jack. What were the chances that if he wished hard enough, when the door clicked open you would be sitting on his couch in that ratty Penguins jersey you so adored, arms open and waiting for him? Slim, he decided. The usual low growl of the shift’s repressed hardship echoed through his head, waiting to eat away at him in the silence outside the ER. A quick trip to the roof, a few minutes in the freezing cold, would steady him enough to face it…and the absence of you.

The echo of your words seemed to bounce off the concrete walls of the stairs as he ascended.

What right do you have? Like it’s me that’s hurting you*?!*

He sped up; as if he’d ever been able to escape your voice. How was he going to explain his regret, his apology to you? Every last combination of words he tried felt shallow and inadequate. You deserved so much more than cello-taped sentences of shame.

Exploding out into sub-zero was euphoric. For just a moment, the world was in sharp focus, the blur of the past several hours evaporating into nothing but white. Pittsburgh peered down at him, the concrete offering its own disapproving look, the glass its own sting, the barren trees their own answer. Someone else was peering back at it, standing on the other side of the rail, leaning against the freezing metal.

That puffer.

You’d bought it on the very first day of Summer, parading it around the sweltering heat of a Pitt with aircon on the fritz.

“It cost me barely anything,” You told anyone who would listen, “Guess how much!”

You’d twisted back and forth, ensuring everyone got a good angle of the quality, nearly taking out Whittaker in your enthusiasm. Eventually you’d spun around to face Jack.

“Go on Cap, guess!”

He’d said something, a number plucked from obscurity. He couldn’t remember it now, or wether he’d been right. All he was thinking, now and then, was that it exactly matched the colour of your eyes.

He didn’t approach quietly, not wanting to startle you. Each crunch of snow felt like a choice being made, a door fast approaching, a step towards an abyss. You spoke without turning.

“I thought you’d come up here.”

Your words settled; a stone in a pool, ripples dancing out, brushing gently against his heart.

“I can leave if you want.” Jack said, hoping against all hope you would shake off the offer.

Your eyes turned to him, even brighter against the snow. You sighed, dusting off a patch of metal beside you and patting it firmly, “Lean with me.”

Jack only just managed to steady himself in his haste to join you, head nearly colliding with the steel as he ducked between the rails. For a moment you and him leant in breathless, anticipatory silence, looking out at the city that you had sweated and fought and cried for all night long.

It was you that first spoke into the void, “I’ve applied for the new Emergency Pedes Fellowship at PTMC, or have you forgotten that residents do have to find another job after the program ends?”

Jack’s eyes snapped to your face. He remembered Robby mentioning the opening position weeks and weeks ago, just in passing. But all the times you had mentioned your interest in Emergency Pedes medicine, every case you had jumped on to heal a little body, to calm a little mind, to soothe a little heart…he should have put the pieces together.

Without thinking he blurted, “You’ve been the only one ever any good with parents,” The internal wince at his messy attempt at soothing was immediate. Good with parents—what?

Your voice was small now, a tear soaked laugh just perceptible in it, “I didn’t want to tell you until I’d heard either way. I didn’t—” You did laugh now, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Jack turned out to the city, the biting January air far, far easier to face. What an utter fool he was.

“I’m sorry.” He said, shaking his head. You didn’t say a word, just let the wind blow right through the both of you.

Jack returned his gaze to you, letting his eyes have their fill. Taking in each and every line and crease and feature. His favourite face in the whole world.

“I’m sorry,” Your name so soft and reverent on his lips, “It was incredibly…asshole of me.”

Your face scrunched at the words, rallying against a growing desire to laugh, “It was asshole indeed.”

The smallest of smiles. Your proximity. Your endless well of warmth and hope and joy. It made him want to be brave.

“I don’t quite understand it yet, but I feel very strongly about you. You are the first and last person I think about everyday. Yours is the face I picture when its all too much. Your voice is what I hear when I’m afraid. Your laugh is what stills me, calms me.”

Your mouth parted, just a bit, eyes becoming endless, swallowing him whole.

“When I thought that you might leave, perhaps that you would go overseas again, I was struck with fear I haven’t felt in a long, long time.” He took a long, stuttering breath.

“I don’t ever want to lose you.”

You surrendered, moving towards him, hand outstretched.

“It’s not an excuse,” he said, the words coming like a released river now, an outpouring of everything gathering dust within him, “I was selfish and I shouldn’t have done that, it’s not fair—”

Your arms enveloped him, face burying deep into his neck, hands curling into his hair. Everything you had wanted to do from the very first moment your eyes found his. He melted into your embrace, strong arms banding around your body, face pressing into the softest skin between your collarbone and shoulder. You cried into his scrubs, your relief and disbelief and joy bleeding out onto him—this man who had just given you a gift you had never even hoped could be yours.

Jack mumbled into your skin, “Baby, my baby.”

You pulled back, just enough to send your lips flying across his skin, every last bit you could reach. He accepted them gladly, so malleable and giving in your hands. Finally, finally, you found his mouth, crashing home with delight. For one precious eternity you simply remained pressed together, as if somehow endosymbiosis will begin. When you released each other, there was shared breath to relish in, and the feeling of foreheads connected, hands twined together. Could it have possibly been winter? Spring had come to a hospital rooftop in Pittsburgh. Something entirely new had bloomed. Jack gently released you to capture your face in his hands, with one thumb he carefully smoothed the skin between your brows, banishing for now any hint of a crease. There was no confusion, no frustration, no fear here.

“Are you working tonight?” You asked, words too full of smile to really parse.

“No, I’m off for the weekend,” His lips were in your hair.

You kissed him again, more desperate this time, seeking something more. His hands drifted south, smoothing over your shoulders, finding your hips, the tips of his fingers just grazing your ass.

Heart beating wildly, hot skin on hot skin, you took a dive, “Have breakfast with me.”

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There is fluff and hope for them in the sunrise people! Thank you for reading, these two will be back very very soon xo

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[dolicekiss]

Cameras & Cash

PAIRING: Modern!Aemond Targaryen X camgirl!Reader

CONTENT WARNING: smut (18+, mdni) reader is sort of like an innocent bimbo, cam girl reader turned sugar baby, controlling aemond, toxic aemond, petnames, masturbation, fingering, brutal throat fucking, breath play, sugar daddy aemond, forced brutal fucking, pussy slapping, face slapping, hair pulling, degrading, humiliation, condescension, riding, mating press, choking, spitting.

SYNOPSIS: When Aemond finds you with your fingers deep inside your cunt, sprawled in front of a computer, he realizes his roommate is a camgirl in need of cash. He offers you money, in exchange for your time and attention while setting one rule in front of you; never turn off your location. But you exactly end up doing that.

The last thing Aemond Targaryen expected was to walk in on his little roommate, you, with your fingers in between your pretty pink cunt, moans of desperation and need falling her glossy lips. Fingers thrusting inside your sweet hole, sprawled out in front of your webcam set atop a table in front of your bed.

His jaw clenched, hearing the sounds that escaped your lips. His fingers had tightened around the plastic bag in which he had brought you food — something he thought you'd like.

Little did he know you were relishing in your solitude.

“Hm, please—God, feels so good.” Aemond gulped, shutting his eyes for a moment as he attempted to move but it was as if his feet were frozen to the ground, not allowing him to move at all. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he attempted to swallow the lump of saliva that had formed in his throat.

You were supposed to be an innocent, shy nerd. This, it was not you or maybe it fucking was. Aemond had no idea anymore but he should've figured it out. Every time you'd get multiple packages to your name, littered outside their apartment door and you'd always make up excuses. He should've kniwn something was up, something like this.

His fucking roommate was a camgirl.

Aemond snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the constant ringing of something, tiny little bells going off.

Your eyes fluttered open to glance at the screen, to check in the tips sent to you by your viewers but instead you caught a glimpse of Aemond standing in the doorway. Immediately you retrieved your fingers from your soaked cunt and pressed the button to end the live stream.

You didn't even bother explaining.

First you had to get out of this damn bunny suit.

Your mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts as you leaped here and there to grab something appropriate to wear. The soft bunny tail embedded in your suit bounced up and down as you moved and Aemond cursed himself for finding it adorable. Thinking how it'd bounce each time he would thrust his cock inside you.

Once your fingers managed to grasp onto an oversized sweatshirt, Aemond watched as you dashed for the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind.

In a couple of minutes you were out, dressed in the sweatshirt and not the playboy bunny suit anymore. Your sweatshirt covered your thighs and Aemond averted his gaze away from you, standing still.

“I'm so sorry you had to see that.” You apologized, nodding your head as your gaze fell down to the plastic bag in his hand. It had the logo of your favorite restaurant and you smiled. But then it disappeared realizing how stunned he appeared. “I can explain—”

“You're a camgirl?”

Well, the question was abrupt but you knew Aemond was not the type of guy to beat around the bush. He was direct, straight forward and less expressive than normal people you'd met on the campus.

Heat flooded beneath your cheeks as you nodded. “It's—It's to pay for for my loans. It pays a lot.”

Aemond tilted his head, his gaze lingering across the room. How disheveled it was when you were usually reserved, put together and calm. His eyes found you, how small you were in comparison to him. Brain playing all sorts of imaginations right now. “How well does it pay?”

Thousands of dollars.” You responded, fingers moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I need it, for tuition and living expenses.”

Aemond’s mind was blank but then an idea lit up in his mind. You needed money and fortunately enough, you were a pretty girl. He'd always acknowledged that and kept an eye on you, albeit he kept to himself most of the time. You two weren't close enough to be called friends but you two knew each other.

“I have a proposition.”

You blinked, confused by his words.

But what followed next left you speechless.

“How would you feel, if you had a sponsor?” Aemond said, his hand scratching his nape.

You gulped, appalled by his abrupt proposition. “You'd pay for everything?”

“Of course I would. Everything would be taken care of.” Aemond took a step. “No student loans. No having to work a job. I would take care of everything. In return you’d just have to do one little thing.” Aemond said as she continued being awkward, like this was the first time he'd ever done this.

You knew that Aemond was the richest guy around campus. He basically possessed enough money to purchase the whole of the university you two attended. You were on a scholarship but living expenses and other loans were piling up. It was already hard as it is settling in a new place, but then you decided to become a camgirl. It required a lot of effort and courage to step into the world of sex work but it was enough to take care of you.

You knew that nothing came for free.

Especially kindness from someone rich. Everything had a cost to it — nothing in this world was for free. Besides oxygen but you could even see that becoming sellable in the near future.

“And what is this little thing?” You asked with suspicion in your gaze. You almost wanted to chuckle, since you were proven right. “You want to be my sugar daddy, now?”

Aemond cleared his throat at the label. He did not like labels. He was not very fond of them but he nodded since it made things very easier for you to understand. ”Is that a problem? Everyone you want, you'll get. You'll be taken care of, all your needs fulfilled.”

You pondered over it.

The deal wasn't bad — it was way better than touching yourself for thousands of men on the intention.

But then it would mean depending on him, for everything. You didn't know how much you liked the idea. If things went haywire with him, you would still have enough money in your bank account for you get back up on your feet and being a cam girl was something you could get back into at any time.

You scrunched up your nose and thought before finally giving in.

But you were also curious as to why he wished to be your sugar daddy.

“Okay, I'm down for it.” You nodded your head and smiled. “But— I don't understand, why are you helping me out?”

“You need money and I have a tremendous amount to offer.” Aemond spoke as he stepped closer to you, his fingers reaching out to curl around the long strand of hair, watching with a hawk like gaze. “I do have some conditions for this little arrangement, my pretty girl.”

Your cheeks flushed at the praise, something of the same sort as greed spreading within your stomach. “Yeah?”

“First, I don't want any other man in your life besides me.” You tilted your head at the possessiveness dripping from his words and how strict he sounded. “You belong to me and whatever I buy you, you'd wear. I want you to tell me where you are at all times of the day and lastly, you will be moving in my room.”

You blinked, dumbfounded by the set of peculiar rules set before you. They reeked of control and you gulped, realizing that the man before you wished to control you. It left you a little light headed as your mind pushed and pushed for you to decline but the deal was too tempting.

“I can't have boyfriends?” You asked, a little confused at what he was proposing. The relationship between the two of you was solely going to be based on give and take, an exchange that could satisfy both parties so what was up with that.

Aemond shook his head. “If you agree to this, you'd be mine which means no boyfriends, no dates and no hookups. I'll be available to satisfy your needs, whatever it is what you need. Whether it be materialistic, emotional or physical.”

So these conditions weren't as hard and impossible as you thought they'd be.

“You're controlling.” You stated the obvious.

Aemond scoffed. “I'm a Targaryen, our family is known for being in control at all times and chasing after the best results in everything. You should know that.”

He was right. His family was known all over the news — the media practically chased after them like they were air. It was lost on you how you managed to land in a university with him, as his roommate too. But you weren't complaining.

“I'll provide everything. Clothes, food, money, everything you could possibly desire. All I ask for is a little control and pretty company.” Your cheeks reddened at his words as you realized he'd called you pretty. The last thing you expected was to get complimented by the guy who mostly kept to himself and tried to avoid everyone.

You licked your lips, wetting it before finally nodding. “I like this. Both parties will be satisfied, it's valid.”

“Good girl.” Aemond’s sudden shift in nature was confusing but also somewhat enticing as you'd not expected him to be so dominant and controlling. “Do you have any other questions?”

You were going to say no but something popped up in your head. “Does the not involving other people rule apply to you as well, or are you allowed to have other women in your life?”

Aemond understood your question and knew where it came from. Definitely not from a place of insecurity but he was well aware that if he entertained other women while forbidding you from doing the same with other men, it would only cause you to feel inferior and lead to the downfall of whatever this situation was.

“Absolutely not.” Aemond broke the haunting silence. “I have no reason to invite other women into my life if I already have you, willing and pliant.”

You pondered over it and he was right. Albeit this relationship was based on personal needs, it was not necessary for him to have other women since he had you. “We have a deal.”

Aemond nodded his head and then his gaze dropped to the worn out sweatshirt that you were in. An idea lighted up in his head as he closed the small distance between the two of you, slim fingers extending to move along the open threads of red on the neckline of your sweatshirt. He made a mental note to spoil you rotten and take you shopping.

“Be a good girl and change for me. I'm taking you shopping, you need a new wardrobe.”

You didn't take offense to his words. Knowing his taste was beyond something you could ever afford in this lifestyle. You nodded your head and turned around, moving over to your small closet.

You found a short, pink thigh length dress with ruffles at its end. It was your best dress, something you could wear around Aemond as he was filthy rich and not someone of your stature. You quickly cleaned yourself up, sprayed some perfume and left the bathroom, standing in front of him now.

Aemond noticed the light makeup you'd worn and he smiled. Cheeks a shade of beetroot and lashes curled to the top, he stood up from the edge of your bed where he'd taken a seat and walked over to you.

“You look gorgeous.”

You felt your cheeks redden more and a smile crossed your lips. “Thank you.”

Aemond reached forward, fingers managing to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and the close proximity riled you up. It was weird, this dynamic. How he'd gone from barely paying attention to you to this, willing to pay and provide, look after all your needs as long as you held your end of the bargain.

You were excited, as you grabbed your white purse and tossed it across your shoulder.

“I have one more thing to ask.”

You stalled, look up at him with confusion implanted all over your face. Eyebrows arched and Aemond stepped closer, shrinking the dance between you two. His breath mingled with yours when he leaned down — lips hovering above yours. Abruptly you felt a wave of tension and goosebumps hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Kiss.”

Your lips twitched. “Huh?”

Aemond smiled. “A kiss to seal the deal, my pretty girl. Can you do that for me?”

You knew you'd have to bring more than a kiss to the table and the idea didn't vex you, so you got on your tippy toes — the massive height difference working to arouse you even more. You could barely reach his shoulder and you moved your hands over his chest, palms laid on it for support as your lips met his in a soft kiss.

Your intention was to give him a gentle peck, wanting to not rush things.

But his lips were so fucking soft. The softest pair you'd ever felt against your own and you let out a soft sigh, tilting your head as the hands over his chest slithered over to circle around his nape.

Aemond’s own eye fluttered shut as his muscular arms reached for your waist, holding you in place.

You slowly pulled back as the kiss was getting heated and looked up at him, like an innocent deer.

“Was that okay?”

Aemond was fucking gone.

Pupils blown out, lips parted as he gazed down at you. Just one kiss has drove him to the brink of insanity and with the way you looked at him, he could imagine you looking up at him from the floor on your knees, plump glossy lips wrapped around his cock. The image made him inhale, his nose burying in your hair to implant your scent into his mind.

“Perfect.”

That was all he said as he turned around on his loafers and began to make his way out of your room. You followed, your little purse in your hand as you tried to keep up with his pace. He was tall and his body was made up of mostly his slender legs. Aemond was a beautiful man and even his walk was powerful enough to let everyone know of his arrival.

In the elevator, the two of you stood in awkward silence — your mind completely glossing over the fact that you barely knew much about your roommate. Only that he possessed a trust fund, had billions of dollars at his fingers and was quiet and liked to keep to himself.

And that he was also very intelligent when it came to achieving higher studies.

“You can ask for anything.” Aemond suddenly broke the silence. “Doesn't only have to be clothes. Just put your finger on it and it'll be yours.”

Heated infiltrated your cheeks as you nodded coyly. “Thank you.”

“I'm doing this to prove that I will be holding my end of the deal and I'm serious about this arrangement. I hope it is mutual.” Aemond said as he scrolled through his phone.

You smiled at him, raising your head to look up at him. “Yes, of course. I'm also serious and here, I will share my live location with you right now.”

You opened your purse and pulled out your phone, scrolling through it here and there. You had Aemond’s number since you two were roommates, in the same campus and classes. Turning your location on and sending it to him, you glanced at his phone as it lit up, indicating that your location was shared with him.

“Good girl.” Aemond smiled, albeit subtle while raising his hand to place it upon your head, patting it. “Never turn it off, am I understood?”

You nodded. “Y-Yeah.”

The elevator soon opened and he stepped out with you pursuing him. The parking lot was empty and as Aemond walked, he rummaged through his pocket for a key and pulled it out, unlocking it. A black maserati was unlocked and you swallowed. It was the same car he often attended the university in.

Your breath was caught up in your throat because of how expensive it was. Aemond of course took note of your delightful expression and a subtle smile displayed on his face.

It was obvious that you had a liking for sparkling expensive items.

He reached the car and opened the door for you. Obviously as someone who had no experiences with men, you were more than charmed. You settled inside and he shut the door, before sitting in the car too.

“Have you finished all your assignments?”

Aemond questioned while he took the car in reverse, taking it out of the parking. You nodded at him, though you were more occupied by the opulence surrounding you at the moment. Beautiful and comfortable black leather seats — the padding beneath your butt providing you with comfort. Your eyes wandered everywhere and Aemond tilted his head as he stole small glances from you.

“So you're free now?”

“Hm, I usually finish up all my assignments first and then get to camning. Education is foremost and important.”

He was impressed by how seriously you took your grades and your education. He often watched you in class while you'd write down notes, listening intently to the teacher and scowling whenever someone would interrupt your perpetual intake of knowledge. He found it endearing.

“Can I ask you something?”

Aemond looked at you before nodding his head, his knuckles closed around the wheel of the car as he entered the street.

You swallowed. “You're handsome, rich and you mostly mind your own business. You could have any girl on the campus then why did you offer me this sort of lifestyle?”

Aemond knew it was coming.

He had a pretty valid answer for it too. He had a smug smile on his face after you'd mentioned you found him handsome. Despite the massive scar on his face concealed beneath an eye patch, people found him beautiful enough to be a model.

“Like you said, I'm controlling.” Aemond responded. “Girls don't like that and I understand why they don't, hence I decided to propose this deal. You profit off me, I get what I want which is control.”

You tilted your head, fingers nervously playing with the ruffles of your dress.

“You're basically giving me consent to have control over you. It's comfortable for both parties, no?”

He wasn't wrong the more you thought about it. He'd left it to you, it was up to you whether you were going to hand him the control over you or not and you had, considering how rich he was. How much he could provide. You didn't see anything wrong with it as weird as it might appear to outsiders.

“I suppose you're right.”

You smiled softly and Aemond glanced at you before his eye dropped lower, his jaw clenching at your exposed thighs. The image of you sprawled out with your fingers driving endlessly into your dampened cunt flashed into his mind and he inhaled — bringing his focus to driving.

The car ride was short as the malls were quite near.

Aemond parked his car and then got out, pulling open the door for you. You thanked him and the two of you were on your way inside the shopping mall.

Aemond parked his car and then got out, pulling open the door for you. You thanked him and the two of you were on your way inside the shopping mall.

It was definitely one where they sold the most luxurious items. Bright lights greeted you, beautiful stores and mannequins wearing the most eye catching pieces of clothing. Your throat went dry as he lead you.

“Pick.”

You turned to him, confused. “Pick?”

“Pick a store, whichever you want to go to.”

You nodded your head and then pointed towards the dior one. You'd always wanted to buy those famous lipglosses plastered all over social media and now you could as Aemond lead you there. You were like a cat, tied to a leash that he controlled.

Upon entering the store, the staff approached you and Aemond leaned down to say something in your ear.

“I'll be over there on the couch. Once you're done, come to me.”

With that he left, abandoning you but you didn't mind. You couldn't expect him to follow you around as you looked at different items. You asked the lady about the famous lip gloss and she smiled, leading you to the table. Then she brought out the fresh piece and you immediately fell in love with how beautifully packaged it was.

While you shopped, Aemond sipped champagne. Watching you with the gaze of a hawk — following you around the store as you picked out other items. Different dresses, some bags and makeup. He didn't mind. He had unlimited cash, never ending. His bank accounts were filled to the brim when it came to money as their business ran wild.

He had enough to provide for his next generation and then the one which followed after.

He wanted you to buy what you desired first.

That would cause you to become malleable, moldable. To his own cause and needs. He could easily shove you into a small, revealing dress for him only to rip it and fuck you in it.

The idea wasn't half bad.

His eye followed your legs, walking the store, long and slim. He sipped the liquid, feeling lightheaded almost at the thought of those legs being wrapped around his waist, or perched up on his shoulders as he thrusted his cock into your sweet little cunt.

You were his now.

The perfect little pet.

You came back to him with a wide smile, the nervousness gone from your face. Your features relaxed. “I'm done, Aemond.”

“Let us pay then.” He said, placing the glass down on the table next to the pale couch and standing up.

After sauntering over to the counter, he passed his hard over to the cashier. He didn't even care to look at the recipient, his attention focused more on you. The way you were smiling brightly, cheeks round and happiness oozed from you.

“Thank you.” The cashier smiled, handing Aemond the card while your items were packaged. You picked them up, not wanting to burden him as he carried on with the shipping spree, walking out after tucking his card in his back pocket.

Your small feet could barely keep up with him as he made his way over to another store — named Chanel. Despite coming from a poor background, you were well aware of these brands and how much a simple dress could cost.

“Your size.”

He questioned, looking down at you.

You gulped and told him your size. He only nodded as he was again approached by the staff of this store. They were usually very polite and sweet, more than willing to help out with anything. This time Aemond picked out dresses for you, some black while others in complete contrast.

It was a long, long spree and by the end of it, you were tired and you couldn't carry anymore bad anymore. Aemond had bought you everything that remotely looked beautiful on you, your arms drowning in bags and his too.

“Aemond, I need a new laptop.”

He stopped dead in his tracks and nodded, taking a turn. You followed behind like his personal pet as he stopped at a store. The boy, despite being around the same age as you, was massively taller than you. It hurt your legs to keep up with him.

As he got the laptop packaged, he turned to you and patted your head. “Do you need anything else?”

You pondered. You really did but you had almost everything in the palm of your hand for now. “I—I don't think I do. I'm very hungry though.”

“I'll take you to a restaurant.” Aemond said as he took the bag from the cashier, also his credit card, once again not sparing the recipient a glance. It was futile to him, as all his life he had never bothered to check the tag on something as small as clothes and daily use items.

You shook your head. “Can we eat here, in one of the food courts? I'm craving pizza.”

He stared down at you and then reluctantly nodded. He could do that much for you as much as he found it gross eating in food courts. He was willing to do that for you, as long as you stayed by his side. Aemond was not in love, nor was he obsessed.

But you'd caught his eye.

With your coy personality, how you kept to yourself and turned down people in the university.You were like him in ways and your beauty played a big part in your allure.

He nodded his head and you smiled, clapping your hands but not loudly enough to grasp everyone's attention. Without thinking twice, your arm wrapped around his as you pulled him along to a nearby food court. There were multiple small fast food restaurants.

Aemond stared down at the way you wrapped your arm around his — your plush breasts caressing the side of his arm, as you walked. He looked away and cleared his throat. Aemond wished to pounce on you and take you right on the floor of the mall but he had no intentions to intimidate you, to scare you off.

This was his chance.

He was not going to ruin it.

The two of you ordered after taking a seat and once your food had arrived, you digged in. The taste melting right at your tongue and you wriggled on your chair, a habit which had pursed you from childhood into adulthood. You often did that — a little dance, whenever you were eating something delicious.

Pizza was delicious.

“Are you happy?” Aemond asked, tilting his head as he stared at you.

You nodded. You were more than happy, you were ecstatic. This was like a dream, something beyond the realm of your subconscious mind. Only fulfilled within the abstract form of your mind.

“I'm more than happy.” You sent him a wide smile, your cheeks rounding up and eyes disappearing.

He couldn't understand why you were this happy because all of this, he owned. He was the rightful owner yet he never felt the same level of happiness that you were showcasing right now. He had all the money in the world, unnecessary amount of wealth left by his ancestors but he felt empty, like a tin can. Shallow and an abyss had formed within his rotten core.

It rendered him flummoxed often.

He watched you eat your meal. You were like a little girl in a candy shop, or a child lost in a toy shop. Happiness suited you. It made you appear ethereal and his mind wandered off to other sinful thoughts. It was painfully embarrassing how he kept thinking of ruining you, fucking you in one of the many lingerie pieces he'd bought you.

You were finished soon and he barely had an appetite. Aemond and you were back in his car, driving towards the apartment. This time his hand landed on your thigh, fingers curving around it, holding it. Thumb swiping across the soft supple flesh, his jaw clenched.

You felt butterflies nip at your stomach as heat pooled in your lower abdomen. Even though you did not know much about Aemond other than what you'd gathered from people on campus and little details by living with him, you found him attractive nonetheless. His beauty was unlike you had ever seen before.

You felt butterflies nip at your stomach as heat pooled in your lower abdomen. Even though you did not know much about Aemond other than what you'd gathered from people on campus and little details by living with him, you found him attractive nonetheless. His beauty was unlike you had ever seen before.

Enchanting. Captivating. Alluring.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

Aemond’s hand moved up now, while he drove and stared ahead. You wondered if it was on purpose or if he was too lost in driving to even be conscious of his own actions? The question was left unanswered as the side of his fingers caressed along your clothed cunt.

You flinched at the touch.

But you didn't complain, nor did you stop him.

Instead, the fluttering need in your stomach made you part your thighs open a little, giving him more access.

His fingers kept brushing along your clothed slit, running it along your clit. Your breath grew uneven as he completely pushed his hand between your thighs. Aemond’s fingers pressed onto your swollen clit, which demanding attention, through the fabric of your cotton panties. He found it endearing how despite being a cam girl — you had a pair of cotton panties on.

Then he retrieved his hand, leaving you aching and squirming on the seat.

It was already evening now, the sun had begun to set and darkness was soon going to lay above the city.

Aemond turned the car somewhere, you had no idea where. Then it came to a halt, as he pulled the brakes and the sound of the unlocked doors caught your attention. His jaw was clenched and his face was impassive. It did intimidate you, even if just a little bit.

Aemond turned the car somewhere, you had no idea where. Then it came to a halt, as he pulled the brakes and the sound of the unlocked doors caught your attention. His jaw was clenched and his face was impassive. It did intimidate you, even if just a little bit.

“Get in the back.”

That was all he said, before stepping out and getting back in the car. You did the same and now there was nothing separating you from him. The lever was not in between you two and your heart pounded like wild horses galloping against your ribcage.It was quiet.

You wanted to speak, but the moment you raised your head up to do it, Aemond’s hand slithered across your nape as he slammed his lips over yours. It left you with heightened desires and desperate needs. Your thighs pushed, creating friction for some sort of relief as his grip tightened on your nape. He pushed you again the door — the force of it making you wince as your back collided with the handle.

Aemond moved his lips over yours like an animal, not permitting you to breathe or even take the lead.

Is this what he meant by being controlling? Because right in that very moment, it seemed as though Aemond Targaryen would swallow you whole without letting you possess an ounce of control over him, over the actions being done between you two. His free hand slammed on the window as he trapped you completely, while devouring your lips.

Sucking and biting with utter need.

Your small hands shifted to push at his chest but to no avail. Like a strong tornado which only knew how to consume and devour, Aemond’s mind knew only of that goal. To consume and devour you.

His teeth sunk into your lower lip, nipping and you whined. Your little sounds filling up the car, causing his cock to stir awake in his leather pants. He was over the edge already, all he needed was a little push.

His hands moved to the edge of your dress, bunching up the ruffles between his fingers and pushing them up. You couldn't stop him even if you wanted to — he was strong and he was not going to stop. His actions were enough as a testament that Aemond was fucking needy.

Feeling the cold air from the conditioning in the car trickle against the sensitive skin of your thighs, you whined at the sensation of being devoured and ravaged while the heat in your abdomen warred with the chilling air.

“Aemond—”

He occupied your lips in a kiss again, slithering his greedy tongue inside your mouth and fucking it.

All while his hands found a path inside your thighs, inching deeper and deeper until his fingers brushed along your soaked panties, feeling how your cunt throbbed. A guttural groan escaped him at the feeling and he didn't waste time sliding your cotton panties aside, leaving light touches over your drenched cunt.

“Gods,” Aemond murmured against your swollen lips, “you're soaking wet.”

A satisfaction seeped into the confinement of his chest as he angled the bad of his thumb over your pearl, moving it in soft slow circles earning a breathy gasp out of you. It sent chills straight down to his loins, his leather slacks tightening and he felt suffocated in his clothes.

All because of how pretty you sounded.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Aemond questioned like he was speaking to a child and you looked up at him, doe-eyed expression, eyes exploding with wanton and desire as you nodded.

He lowered his face to the side of your face, going lower and lower until he was buried in your neck. Aemond inhaled, the sickeningly sweet scent overwhelming his senses as the circles he rubbed over your clit grew hastier, needier.

Pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, Aemond noticed how your hips squirmed on the seat, moving side to side and he grinned at that. He ran a long digit up your soaked slit, accumulating the essence of your sticky arousal and then probing at your slick hole. It wasn't long before he had slid his finger in and your small hand moved to grab his shoulder.

Eyes rolled back, you cried out a wail and tightened around him. Being a cam girl, he'd expected you to be used to this but the faces you made, the sounds you let out, it was as if you were experiencing all of this for the first time ever.

Like a little virgin.

“Pretty girl,” he whispered along your neck before baring his teeth and sinking them in your skin. “all mine, my pretty girl.”

It was lost on you in that moment that Aemond Targaryen was staking his claim on you, possessing you.

You had no idea what you'd gotten yourself into but in this moment you could only focus on his finger moving inside your sweet cunt, his thumb drawing tender circles on your pulsating clit and his soft lips leaving bite marks and kisses along your skin.

Soon he added another finger, using both, curving them in an endless search for that sweet spot concealed within you. Soon, he found it when he thrusted up and your back arched, hand fisting the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder and head pressed against the windows of his car.

You looked absolutely ravishing.

“I can imagine the faces you'd make with my cock inside you, deep within your puffy cunt, thrusting inside.” He whispered and you hadn't expected him to be this vocal, especially when he was such a quiet person in general.

Always minding his own business, keeping to himself and not even engaging in any conversations besides the ones that are necessary.

“You'd like that, pretty girl?” Aemond questioned in a low, sultry voice. “Like my cock pounding into your pussy?”

You responded by clenching around his fingers, snuggly clasped around the pair and he chuckled in his ear. Low and deep. You really were a needy, greedy little thing and he felt his ego inflate even more at the thought of having you like this. “Something tells me you'd love it.”

Tears prickled your waterline as he thrusted his fingers deep inside you, knuckles pressing against your quivering flesh as he continued his biting. Your right leg was sprawled over his thigh as loud, prominent whimpers and moans flew out of your mouth. You were a loud one, a vocal thing but he didn't mind.

He enjoyed it.

Relished the sounds you made. All because of him. He kept plunging his digits inside you, watching your face as it contorted in pleasure and a layer of perspiration had sheened over your forehead. The heat in your body, warmth flooding through your veins winning in the battle against the air conditioning of the car.

The coil inside your stomach was near to snapping, your thighs suffering from tremors as your walls snugged his fingers. Tight to the point he felt the warmth from his fingers shoot straight to his loins. Painfully hard he was but right now, it was all about you.

After all he needed you malleable.

“Aemond, please. I.. I'm gonna..” You cried out, hips writhing on the leather seat and he curved his fingers deeper. “Let go, pretty girl. Make a mess on my fingers, show me how pretty you look when you come.”

That was all you needed. All the encouragement as you arched your nape and gasped out. Eyes rolling to greet the darkness behind lowered lids, the coil within your stomach snapped and you ascended heaven in a way foreign to you. Thighs convulsing and hips twitching, tears streamed down your face as you sobbed from the pleasure.

Gods, you were absolutely sensitive and beautiful. Perfection and Aemond knew he'd made the right choice.

All you saw was white, for a fleeting moment when you gushed out. Making an absolute mess over his expensive leather seats and fisting the fabric of his polo shirt to the point of pale knuckles.

Aemond was in awe.

How beautiful you seemed, crying and in complete bliss. In that moment he contemplated taking you right there, in that damn car. But that one little mistake, one tiny slip up of unbridled desires would become the bane of this entire situation and he did not want that. Circumspect to actually push more, so he took you in his arms and pressed your face in his chest.

“You're fine,” he whispered, softly as your flushed cheeks throbbed from the heat and embarrassment. Gaze flickering down to leather black seats glistening from your climax. “you did well, pretty girl. You were amazing.”

Hearing praise from someone could mean so much and your heart fluttered as your own arms moved to wrap around his nape. Buried in his chest, it was a good feeling. Being taken care of like this, it surely helped you feel much better about this whole predicament.

“I'm sorry about your car.” You whispered and Aemond shook his head.

The car didn't matter, the fine leather didn't matter when he could watch you unravel like this each and everytime. “Don't worry about it, it's nothing.”

You'd calmed down now and thoughts lingered. This situation wasn't as bad as you'd expected it to turn out and it made you relax a little, nerves put to sleep.

A month had passed.

Life had changed drastically for you. Camming was long forgotten as Aemond provided you with everything. From a something as minor as a toothbrush to a luxurious car. He had given you everything, anything that you ever even laid your gaze on and you truly felt like a princess.

That was until you decided to go out with your friends to a club.

It was packed. Loud music and flashing lights expanding over the area outside, a sinful invitation for the people passing by on the streets.

You were dragged along by your friends and giggles erupted from your mouth as the entrance to the club was packed but nonetheless, you were allowed in. It was the same club which you had visited multiple times with Aemond in the past one month and the bouncers immediately recognized you, giving you permission.

Using Aemond’s power to go into VIP clubs was thrilling. It was what you got in return for being his little plaything.

The music was boosting, its bass loud enough to shake the club dance floor. You were pulled to the bar and your two girl friends ordered some drinks. Each ordering a shot of tequila with lemon and salt. They had begged you to come to the club with them and had even encouraged you to turn off your location.

A big mistake.

But the idea of a fun night out without a care in the world was too enticing for you to not act upon it.

The club was crowded, people going crazy on the dance floor, some couples even making out in the corner and you grinned, brain showing you images of the time when you had ridden Aemond’s cock in the corner of the club on a couch. It was euphoric and the memory brought heat to your cheeks.

“Drink up!” You heard a friend scream over the music and the three of you drowned your shots.

That carried on until you three had consumed about four shots. You swayed over to the dance floor, the music picking up and your friends followed. Dancing your heart out, you turned down every boy that dared to approach you, telling them how you were already in a relationship.

A relationship that was not normal.

Your phone in your purse buzzed and buzzed, set to vibration, with text messages from Aemond and missed calls. All which you ignored in the pursuit of a fun night out.

Meanwhile Aemond was holding his device in his, gripping it with such exertion, it could break in his hands. He was at a dinner with his parents, carrying on conversations about his university life but when he decided to check your location and found it turned off, an irritation set ablaze. The cherry on top were you not picking up his calls, nor responding to his texts like he didn't exist.

It angered him.

You'd broken that one rule he had strictly prohibited you from breaking.

“Excuse me. I've got some business to attend to,” he stood up from the chair abruptly and nodded to his parents, before leaving the table. He'd hopped in his car with a clenched jaw and a hard glare, his knuckles releasing all his anger and frustration on the damn steering wheel.

“Pick up, fucking pick up.” He muttered, dialing your number again but to no avail. Aemond was disappointed. He was seething and he had absolutely no fucking idea about your whereabouts or if you were even safe.

You'd never done that before.

As he was about to tap on your number again, his eye narrowed at the number which flashed before in his gaze. Picking it up, she brought it to his ear.

“What.”

“Your girlfriend is here. With her friends, I thought you should know.” It was the manager of the club, someone that Aemond knew very well.

With poorly contained rage, he responded back. “Keep an eye on her, I'll be there.”

He tossed his phone into the passenger seat and picked up, foot pressing against the accelerator. It wasn't long before he had parked right outside the club and maneuvered his way through the large crowd of people. Lips in a tight line, his one good eye ran over the people dancing.

And there you were.

With anticipation drumming in his chest, he found you with your arms in air as you swayed your hips left and right. A big smile stretched over your face, without a damn worry in the world.

He scoffed and walked over to you, his hand reaching out to circle around your frail wrist. Aemond pulled you to him and a gasp left your lips when your eyes met his and a chill ran down your spine. He looked angry, the expression was never seen before on his face but it was there.

Usually he was very sweet, very gentle, and he fucked good too.

But right now you could feel the heat emanating from him.

“While I’m worried sick, having no fucking idea about your whereabouts, you're having the time of your fucking life.” Aemond snapped at you and his harsh tone knocked the air out of your lungs.

But that wasn't enough.

He dragged you out of the club, not caring about the amount of people he crashed into, his only goal being dragging your ass back to your shared apartment and reprimanding you. Reminding you who owned you, who you belonged to, who fucking looked after you.

Your attempts to free your wrist out of his grip were proven useless as he pushed you into the car, watching how your body collided against the plush seats. Then he moved over and slid into the driver’s seat. A scowl was evident on his face as his speed went above hundred, reaching the apartments soon.

It scared you how quiet he was being.

You could not dare to speak up, to apologize to him because he was furious. All you could do was sit there, with trembling hands and a stomach churning with anticipation. Forehead covered in a thin layer of perspiration and lips twitching, you two made it out of the car.

His hand was clasped once again around your wrist, dragging you up to the apartment.

The moment he reached the door, he opened it and pushed you inside with a scoff. His face devoid of any emotion other than anger and you felt your heart thud like a galloping horse in your chest. Aemond was like a deadly viper, waiting to envelope you.

“What did I say about the location?”

You knew he wanted you to say it, but your throat had dried. Your lips glued together and Aemond reached forward, closing the distance between you two, fingers dimpling into your cheeks to elevate your chin up. Grip harsh and searing.

“What. Did. I. Fucking. Say?”

You flinched. “Never.. Never turn it off.”

He nodded. “And what did you fucking do?”

“I turned it off.” You whispered, feeling the weight of what you've done heave down on you. The fear spread across your face was such a enticing sight for him and it only burgeoned the strength he applied to your chin.

You whimpered in response.

His pupils were dilated, blown fully and his pale skin was dusted red from all the anger and frustration pent up inside him. You panted, breathing ragged and broken as you tried to soothe him. “I'm sorry—I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, my friends, they told me it wouldn't matter—”

“Your friends fucking told you to turn off your location and you listened to them?” Aemond lowly questioned, his next words were even more condescending making you feel like you actually were stupid. “Are you that dumb?”

You felt tears brim your eyes and you sniffled, feeling like you had disappointed him. Like you'd ruined the perfect relationship which had stirred between the two of you and the sight of you so fragile, on the brink of falling apart only made his longing for you grow even more. “Who pays for your little designer bags, huh? I recall it is my credit card that you swipe whenever a new dior bag catches your eye, not your fucking friends.”

Aemond released your chin and you almost felt relief wash over you, only he used the same hand to grab you by your nape, dragging you along.

Your feet could barely keep up in the tall heels you were as he carelessly pulled you along up the stairs.

“You need a good throat fucking. That'll fix you right up.” Aemond said through gritted teeth, pulling you over the stairs.

Reaching your shared room, he pushed inside it and took a seat on the bed. His actions rough and condescending as he shoved you down on your knees. It hurt from how harshly he was man handling you but you felt as though you deserved it for breaking a rule.

“I'm sorry—”

Your head whipped to the side from the sheer force of his hand colliding against your right cheek. A burning sensation blossoming paired with scarlet and your eyes widened at him. It had left you speechless and Aemond’s hand drowned in your locks, tugging on them at the base causing you to arch your nape and look up at him.

“If you used your mouth for something else other than sucking my cock, I'll make sure you never see the light again.” He threatened, with a glare. “Understood?”

You were not one to take his threats lightly and you nodded, with a soft sob escaping your lips. The sight of you so unraveled and disheveled, even though he had not done anything as of yet made his heart clench and his resolve almost crumbled apart.

Only his anger possessiveness won.

His eye dropped down to the prominent bulge in his pants and you didn't need any more clear instructions than that to do what he wanted. Trembling fingers worked their way around his pants as you dragged his zipper down. In a few seconds, you had unveiled his cock and pulled it out. It didn't curve or hit his abdomen, the heavy weight of it holding it down. With his cock, came equally heavy balls and a shudder ran through you at the sight.

Closing your fist around his cock, you earned a growl from him.

“Suck.” He commanded and you were more than quick to oblige, leaning in and closing your glossy lips around his cock.

Taking him deeper and deeper, sliding with your tongue laid flat against his underside, feeling a vein there throb with obvious wanton. You dived in more, the tip of your nose coming in contact with his neatly trimmed hair emerging from his groin. Tears spilled when his swollen cockhead breached your throat, fully nestling in there.

Aemond groaned, his hips bucking up with need. “Hold still, don't fucking move.”

You tried, attempted to stay still but when he moved his hand down to pinch your nose, destroying any chance of you receiving oxygen, you started trashing. Aemond didn't care, relishing how you broke and teared up more, face turning pale.

“This is exactly how I felt when your stupid fucking location was off, princess. How worried I got, how I couldn't fucking breathe.” Aemond reprimanded and all you could do was look at him with tearful, pleading eyes, begging to be let go.

You trashed here and there, hands moving to his thigh, nails digging into his skin through his dress pants but that was nothing in front of the anger which had erupted like a damn volcano from him. Your desperation to free yourself was least bothersome to him as he tightened his fingers around your nose.

Saliva sputtered around your mouth as you sobbed, endlessly trying to free yourself and then Aemond finally released you. Both his hands moving back to rest on the mattress, he watched you inhale long chains of oxygen, watching you fall back on your ass and claw at your throat.

“Back to sucking, whore.” Aemond snapped his fingers.

You looked up at him through a teary gaze and nodded, getting back on your knees and wrapping your mouth around him, engulfing him. He groaned at the return of your warmth and bucked his hips up, fucking your throat with abandon. It wasn't lost before he spurted his hot white cum inside your throat, straight shooting down. You fluttered your lids shut and swallowed all around his mouth, not leaving a drop.

Aemond didn't even have to order you to swallow, knowing you were generally obedient.

His large hand moved from the bed, laying on top of your head as he collected your hair in a fist, pulling you up. Pain shot through your scalp and you stiffened, looking up at him as he brought you up. “You disappointed me, greatly. I've given you everything, made you a fucking princess overnight and you couldn't keep one rule?”

You sniffled, like a child, tears streaming down your flushed scarlet cheeks. “I—I’m sorry, didn't mean to.. I-I swear.”

Aemond pulled you up towards the bed, standing up and tossing you over the mattress. His softened cock regained its stamina, hardening again, swaying side to side and your eyes widened. Grabbing you by your ankle, he pulled you towards the edge of the bed and then brought his boot up, pressing it against your ankle. Hard enough to make you feel pain but gentle enough to not break your ankle.

“I could have anyone, anyone in this entire city.” He said, narrowed gaze focused. “But I chose you. You should be worshipping me, licking my fucking boots.”

You sniffled, as he pushed apart your thighs and ripped at the pathetic excuse you wore for panties. The fabric was flimsy and he tossed the tattered pieces aside. Aemond spread apart your pink glistening folds with his thumbs, revealing your little wet hole and your clit hidden beneath its hood. He loved eating you out, making you cum over and over again with his tongue.

But not now, you didn't deserve to have his tongue in your cunt after what you'd done.

So he aligned his cock with your hole, and watched as his swollen head breached your hole. Your cunt immediately squeezed around him with wanton, desperation and excitement causing him to chuckle. “God, you're so desperate. Even after I humiliated you, your little cunt clings on to me with such need.”

You look up at him, baffled by his humiliation as this was a side you never thought existed to someone like him. You'd always assumed him to be a kind introvert who somehow found you pretty and decided to provide.

This was different.

It terrified you as he glared down at you, eyebrows furrowed and pupil dilated. Due to the perspiration, his silver hair clung to his forehead and you swallowed.

In one single hit, Aemond nestled his cock deep inside your cunt and buried himself to the hilt. Your saliva around his cock had lubed it enough for him to be able to glide easily within your suffocating walls. “Fuck, I love this tight little cunt.” He growled, holding your thighs apart, a tight bruising grip leading you to cry out.

Tears spilled as you felt your pussy struggle to accommodate to his size. It wasn't the first time he'd fucked you but everytime he did, you felt like you were being split open by his thick hot cock. It felt good but also hurt and you arched your back, bucking your hips up.

Aemond slammed your hips down, taking you into a mating press position causing you to wail out as he drove deeper. Legs over his shoulders almost, his chest fully pressed against yours, his cock reaching your womb with his position. “Please, please—”

“Shut your damn mouth,” Aemond snapped, smacking you across the cheek as he began to thrust.

His cock slammed in and out of you, leaving you crying and sobbing. Your tits bouncing with each thrust, leaving you completely feeling like some porn star. He'd never taken you like this, with such humiliation and you tried to bury your face in his chest.

Aemond growled, enjoying each and every moment of your sopping wet heat engulfed around him, clamping down hungrily. His hand flew to your stomach, being able to feel his cock bulge against it and the fact that he was so deep inside you lead his balls to draw up tight. Hot and throbbing.

As his curved tip hit your sweet spot, your back arched and you cried out. “Right there, please right there!”

Aemond chuckled, darkly as he began to hit that same spot over and over again. The coil in your stomach which tethered on the edge of snapping finally did snap, falling off and your cunt squeezed him in. Gushing everywhere, making a mess and spraying him wet in your liquids. It didn't matter to him as he continued pounding into you, the headboard of the bed creaking violently from the sheer force of his hard thrusts.

“Stop, I-I can't.” You sobbed, saliva mixing in with tears rolling down your chin.

Aemond’s hand moved to your throat, wrapping around it. He pushed forward and choked you, tightening it to the point your eyes rolled back to your head. His cock pulsated within your velvety soaked walls and you grew sensitive around him, hips twitching and writhing. Thighs convulsing and body completely spent.

“Tell me I own you,” Aemond’s grip tightened, cutting off your air supply. “Tell me before I choke you unconscious.”

Your eyes opened and you looked at him, blinking away the tears. “You—You own me, own me, Aemond.” Your words were slightly coherent but satisfying enough for him.

You'd expected him to let go but the man squeezed harder, applying pressure on your throat and right when you saw random objects in your peripheral vision, he released you and pulled his cock out of you with a wet, suckling pop.

You'd assumed he was done.

But a tight slap to your swollen cunt awakened you, a wave of electricity jolting through you.

“Ride my cock,” Aemond said, already laying against the headboard. With a sniffle and more tears spilling, you crawled over to him weakly with a twitching pussy and straddled him.

Aemond had one hand behind his head while he watched you, struggling to align his slippery cock with your hole but soon, you succeeded. As you sunk down, your back arched and head turned back, hips meeting his thighs. His cock was thick but it was more longer than it was thick, stuffing you so nicely.

Your toes were pushed on the mattress as you began to ride him, bouncing up and down like some sex doll made for him. Aemond watched with a hungry gaze, finding satisfaction in how humiliated you appeared in front of him. “Bounce harder, slut. I've taught you better than this.”

Your small hands moved on his chest for support, as you impaled yourself on his length, bouncing with more vigor. Your face was flushed, drenched in sweat and tears as you bounced and bounced with all your strength.

“Who's credit cards do you use for for shopping, baby?” He asked, mockingly.

Your lips were parted open, making way for needy whimpers. “Y-Yours.”

Aemond nodded and grinned at you, a sadistic grin. “Then who's cock should you be bouncing on, who's calls and texts you shouldn't ignore?”

“Yours.” You sobbed, hips meeting his in a loud slap each time you bounced. His hands found your waist, lifting you up with great ease and holding you in the air as he began to thrust upwards, pummeling his cock into your slick heat.

The room was filled with the obscene wet sounds of your squelching pussy, each time he thrusted upwards. Your thighs shuddered, hips twitching, blood pumping fiercely and heart pounding.

Another orgasm was near, another need to burst open.

“Please, gonna cum, gonna cum again.” Your nails dug into his chest, the second impending climax much more powerful and overwhelming than the first one.

Aemond grabbed your hair, pulling it and baring your neck to him. He leaned forward and sunk his teeth into you, biting you down like some beast as his cock continued its violent abuse. You tightened around him, squeezing him in and then you came once more, making a mess everywhere. Your walls had grown extremely sensitive and you couldn't take anymore.

Eyes rolling back to your head, nails leaving crescent moons on his chest, you emptied out over his thighs. “Too much, too much! Please stop, don't wanna!”

But Aemond didn't listen. His own balls throbbed and the delicious squeeze of your hot pussy made him hiss. Teeth nibbling on your skin, he spilled his seed into you, rope after rope filling your womb up. “Yeah, take it. Take it, slut. Take my fucking cum and suck it in your tight little womb.” Shooting again and again until he too was spent and drained. You both collapsed on the bed, your face meeting his chest.

For a moment only the sounds of your low whines and his ragged breathing could be heard in the room. Your body throbbed in pain from how brutally he'd taken you but at least now you'd find peace, be allowed to fall asleep.

Too bad.

“I'm not done with you, pretty girl.” Aemond whispered in your ear and after a couple of minutes, you felt his cock harden again.

Just how much stamina did he physically possess?

[popcornpoppypop]

Broken Smile

Summary: You are one of PTMC's best ER residents, but it's your day off. You head to Pittfest. Robby and Abbot have to pick up the pieces. Reader x platonic!Abbot and Robby

Warnings: Blood, Death, injury, vomit, trauma, Gore

A/N: This was a request from an anon, I hope this is what you were looking for. Please let me know if I missed any warnings.

“How in the hell did you manage to get a half-shift?” Samira asked you in disbelief.

“I know how to flatter the right people. It’s a gift.” You smiled, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders.

“You better get me something or I’ll never forgive you for leaving me.” Samira scoffed as she typed at her computer.

“I’ll think about it.” You chuckled as you started to gather your things.

“Y/N will you do me a favor?” Robby waltzed up to the desk. “Just keep an eye out for Jake while you're there.” He asked, his shoulders tense.

“Yeah, of course. We were meeting up for one of the bands anyway.” You nodded, slinging your backpack on your shoulder. “I’m out of here, don’t call me if you need me.” You smiled and pranced out the door.

Pittfest was in full swing when you arrived. Everyone of age was mostly drunk or high as you made your way through the crowd. You had stopped at home to change, a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. The sun was already blistering your skin, but it felt nice even if you knew it would hurt tomorrow. It was a rare good day, you thought to yourself.

“Jake!” You ran up to the teen, his arm hung around his girlfriend.

“Y/N! Hey! Leah, this is one of Robby’s coworkers. She’s one of the cool ones.” He laughed.

“I think you mean the coolest.” You corrected.

“Nice to meet you! Jake, we should call him and thank him.” Leah suggested. She seemed sweet, it was probably because you were there. She looked like she could cause mischief, you liked her.

Jake pulled out his phone, facetiming Robby. The music was blasting, you knew there was no way that old man heard a thing they were saying.

“Y/N made it too!” Jake moved the phone to put you in shot.

“Don’t worry boss, I’m making sure they keep room for Jesus!” you winked at Jake who started to blush.

“And that’s why you’re my favorite resident.” Robby chuckled.

The day went on easy. You had a beer, enjoyed the music, ate terrible fried food and watched Jake fall completely in love. It was sweet. They looked good together, you thought. You were glad he had a nice girl for his first love. Even if the odds of it lasting past college were slim to none.

You were at one of the food trucks fueling up on beer and fries for the rest of the evening when there were a few pops. They sounded like fireworks from where you were, until they were accompanied by screams.  A chill ran up your spine, palms sweating as you moved to investigate. More shots. Someone screamed that there was a shooter.

“Oh shit.” You felt yourself start to shake. Your first thought was get to Jake.

You ran through the crowd, trying to see where he was. You tried calling, he wasn’t answering. You stopped to help up a few people who had fallen, when you saw the blood-soaked grass. Something in your brain clicked, your training taking over. Fear mostly forgotten, something you knew was part of your brain trying to get you to survive.

You took off toward the first aid tent. You needed supplies, they wouldn’t have enough, but it was a place to start.

“I’m Dr. L/N, I need gloves and anything you can spare!” You shouted as you ran behind the table, gathering everything you could into a spare bag. You ran back out into the crowd, shots echoed overhead.

You worked to stabilize everyone you encountered, instructing other concertgoers to take them to safety as you ran from person to person.

“Hey! Here, I brought out all the food trucks first aid kits! Not much but it’s something!” You recognized one of the cooks as he came running up to you.

“Thank you so much, now get the hell out of here.” You barked.

“Oh hell yeah.” He smiled. He smiled at you. Then he wasn’t. His smile, replaced by a gaping wound. You felt warmth dripping down your face. You were confused for a moment. Something on your forehead stung. You raised your hand to the spot, pulling away to see blood. A bullet fragment grazed your forehead you thought. A fragment from the one that went through that kind man’s smile. The realization crashed down on you as you watched him crumple to the ground, lifeless. The air was knocked from your lungs, you couldn’t move. You wanted to run, vomit, scream, but none of it happened. You just stood there. Frozen.

“Help! Please!” The screams echoed, bouncing around your skull. You had to move. You had to help. You finally felt you could move your legs and ran to help the next person, wiping the blood and brain matter from your face.  Another shot echoed and you felt something burning your thigh, you fell to the ground.

A bullet was lodged in your left thigh. You felt the panic fill your throat. You tried to push it down, you had to asses and treat. The bullet hadn’t hit the femoral, it wasn’t in too deep. You’d be in pain but you’d survive. You gathered yourself to your feet and limped your way to the next patient.

This went on for hours. Scrambling to get to each patient, never having enough time to help everyone. People were screaming for you, grabbing at your body to get you to help them or someone they loved. You couldn’t move fast enough. You weren’t fast enough.

“Y/N!” You heard Jake’s voice, something in your chest broke. You felt the tears rolling down your cheeks but ignored them.

“You got shot!” You yelled looking over his leg.

“I’m fine! Leah, you gotta help Leah!” He cried. You looked at the girl, her face pale and the wound on her chest oozing blood from between Jake’s fingers where he was holding pressure.

“Okay, okay. I’ll try.” You said, your voice shaking. You took his hands away. She wasn’t going to make it. You knew she wouldn’t, but did your best to get her stable enough to make it to a truck.

“You need help getting out of here!?” A small group of men ran up to you.

“Get these two to PTMC as soon as you can, do not stop for anything!” You yelled as they gathered Leah up into their arms.

“Jake, keep pressure on her wound! Don’t stop!” You yelled as they took him away.

You ran around the fairgrounds, blood soaking through your jeans, the bullet was grinding into you thigh more and more. You sat down and dug through your bag of supplies, finding a pair of forceps. You had no medications, no lidocaine cream, just hand sanitizer to clean them. You took a deep breath and dug them into your thigh. White hot pain surged through your body, you screamed out as you dug the bullet from your thigh. Your hands were shaking as you lifted it to your eye level. It looked intact, no fragments. You put it in your pocket and did your best to wrap your leg.

You were out of gloves. Your hands were stained red. You kept going. You didn’t know how you kept going, but you did. The ground was soft and wet, each step forcing blood to puddle up from the grass. You pronounced too many people dead. You worked on teenagers and elderly, holding hands with them as they took their last breath. You tried to do cpr for every one of them. Even the ones you knew were a lost cause.

“Dr. L/N?” You heard a voice that was vaguely familiar from behind you. You were stood in the middle of the fairground, bodies surrounding you.

“Doc, they’re gone. There isn’t anyone else to save.” The voice said. You turned and saw one of the medics that frequented PTMC.

“Huh?” You mumbled.

“Doc, let’s get you checked out.”  They walked up to you slowly, as if you were a stray dog.

“I tried…” You mumbled.

“You’re okay. Let’s get you out of here.” They said, wrapping an arm around you. You didn’t remember the ride to the hospital. You didn’t remember the medics trying to clean your wounds only for you to flinch and push them away. You didn’t remember them asking if you wanted help out of the truck. You saw the ambulance bay doors and walked in like you did everyday.

The chaos was dying down; the ER was in the process of cleaning up from the mass casualties. There were still signs of what happened: gloves thrown on the floor, blood smeared across the tiles. You wandered in, your feet dragging as you looked around confused.

“Oh my god!” You heard Dana’s voice as she took in the sight of you. You looked like you’d walked through hell. Your clothes were covered in blood and dirt, your once white shoes now a dark burgundy. Even your hair was sticky with blood.

“Y/N!?” Dr. Abbot came running over to you, putting his hands on your face, examining your forehead.

“Get a gurney, now!” Robby barked. You stood still. Your whole body was shaking as the adrenaline started to leave.

“I tried to help…” Your voice was small. You looked around and saw the ER had come to a standstill at the sight of you. Everyone looking at you in horrified sympathy.

“You did, kid. You helped a hell of a lot of people.” Dr. Abbot said as he guided you onto the gurney. They wheeled you into a trauma bay, which you thought was too much.

“Where’s all the blood coming from?” You heard one of the nurses ask.

“It’s not mine. It’s not…they kept grabbing me to help.” You said, the tears starting to fall.

“Bullet graze to the forehead, looks like a bullet wound to the left anterior thigh.” Abbot rattled off.

“I took it out.” You mumbled.

“What?” Robby and Abbot looked up, shocked. You pulled the bullet from your pocket.

“I couldn’t keep going with it in, I took it out.” You said, dropping the bullet onto the tray next to you.

“Jesus Christ.” Robby gasped.

“Okay, let’s get her in line for head CT. Get her a fluid bolus to help with shock and get me a closure kit.” Abbot ordered.

“Is Jake okay?” You mumbled, grabbing onto Robby.

“Yeah, yeah. He’ll be okay.” You saw something break in him. “Said you helped him. Said you helped everyone.” He held your hand.

“Did Leah make it?” Your breath hitching in your chest, knowing the answer.

“We’re giving you some morphine for the pain, Kid. You might fall asleep, let yourself.” Abbot interrupted, shooting Robby a look.

“I should have gone with her. It would have been better, she would have made it.” The sobs took over your body.

“No, it wouldn’t have. You did everything you could for her. We did everything we could. There was no more anyone could have done.” Abbot’s voice was firm but gentle.

“I wasn’t fast enough! I couldn’t move fast enough! I should have saved them! I couldn’t Save them!” Your voice cracking, breaking everyone in the rooms heart. Robby turned away to hide the tears. Abbot clenched his fists and shook his head.

“Let’s get propofol on board. Kid, I’m going to sedate you for this. You need it.” Abbot said, clearing his throat.

“I wasn’t good enough! I failed! I failed them, I failed all of them!” You were in hysterics. Abbot held you down by the shoulders as Princess came in and administered the propofol with red, glassy eyes.

“Don’t fight it, Kid! Don’t fight it.” Abbot pleaded. Robby’s hand never left yours. You sobbed yourself into sedation. Finally, able to rest.

“What are we going to do with her?” Robby sighed.

“We take care of her. We make sure she’s safe from herself.” Abbot said as he worked to close the wound.

“She’ll need to be put on leave. There’s no way she can treat patients after this.” Robby shook his head.

“We’ll figure it out. I’m not letting this break her. She’s too good for that, she deserves better.” Abbot clenched his jaw.

Your head was pounding as you started to regain consciousness. The lights were too bright, sending shock waves through your skull as you tried to open your eyes. Your leg was throbbing in time with your heartbeat, it was irritating. All of your muscles were sore; you felt like you’d been steamrolled. Then the memories came flooding back. The blood, the mud, the screams.

“Easy, you’re okay.” You heard Robby’s voice. “You’re safe, you’re in the hospital.” He said, a hand on your shoulder.

“too bright.” You mumbled. Robby got up and turned the lights down.

“You have a concussion, but nothing serious.” He said sitting next to you.

“What time is it?” You robbed at your eyes.

“It’s a little after midnight.” Robby looked at his watch.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You said, your throat dry and spit thick in your mouth.

“We’re taking shifts. Abbot will be here in a bit, I’ll go sleep. You don’t need to worry about it.” He told her, leaning on the guard rails.

“When can I go home?”

“In a few hours. With a follow-up appointment with psych tomorrow.” He told her.

“I don’t want-”

“Not negotiable. You’re getting evaluated, it’s protocol after what you’ve been through. You’re also on medical leave for the next three weeks.” He said, knowing you were going to fight him.

“That’s a bit excessive. I can still do desk work with my leg.” You argued, tears slipping down your cheeks.

“You need to heal more than that leg. We all do. But you saw things, did things, none of us had to. It’s going to stick to you for a while. We need to make sure that you’re okay before bringing you back in.” He offered you a tissue. You pushed it away.

“Sitting at home, with my thoughts isn’t going to heal anything.” You snapped.

“Neither is putting your head down and pushing yourself beyond your limits.”

“I just want to go home.” You said, bottom lip trembling.

“I know.” Robby sighed, squeezing shut his eyes in frustration. “You’re going to stay with Abbot for a week.” He knew you’d hate the idea.

“What? No! I can go home!” You shouted, tears streaming down your face. The door opened and in walked Abbot.

“You told her then.” He said as he sat across from you.

“I don’t need a babysitter! I’m fine!” you yelled.

“You aren’t. You aren’t fine. It’s okay to be not okay. But we aren’t letting you fall through the cracks. You will let us take care of you, it’s not a choice. You saw things, Kid, that you won’t be able to forget. The human brain is not equipped for the things you had to do today. It’s going to take time to figure out how to deal with all of this. If anyone here is qualified to tell you that it’s me.” Abbot said, putting a hand on your arm.

“I don’t want to be this…pathetic thing, everyone is going to look at me different.” You tried to stop the crying but failed.

“You aren’t pathetic. No one thinks that. If anything, everyone here looks at you and sees the strength that they don’t have.” Robby said.

“Kid, you’ll get through this. It’ll be a bitch, but you will. We aren’t going anywhere. Besides, I’m not that bad to live with.” Abbot shrugged.

“It’s asking too much.” You shook your head.

“Well, we weren’t asking so no, it’s not.” Abbot smirked.

“You deserve a chance to get better. That’s all we’re doing, giving you that chance.” Robby said.

You wanted to fight it. Something in you not able to accept such kindness after what you had just witnessed. But you didn’t. You kept quiet as they told you their plans and nodded along when they asked if you understood. You weren’t sure if you’d ever be okay, but at least you knew they’d be looking out for you. They’d catch you if you fell.   

[neeeooon]

PLEEAAASEEEEE i need a second part of the bllk characters turning into an animal but with different characters, like isagi, rin, chigiri, bachira, kaiser, or some other characters, i loved that fic sm 😭😭🥀

i got a few reqs for this so YES OFCC 🩵 also i didn’t realize karasu and haru have the same va so i added him here too (and kunigami for @ohagiyo )

when they turn into japanese zodiacs pt 2

bf(f) bllk & gn!reader. blue lock x fruits basket!

isagi yoichi

-> “a bunny!” you gasped, and without thinking, you decided to stalk the poor thing. you never catch them, but it’s fun to imagine petting their fluffy coats

-> when the bunny saw you approaching, it screamed. the sound made you freeze, given how human it sounded. how isagi it was

-> “bitch, you were gonna chase me?! what did i ever do to you!” definitely your best friend. you gaped at the creature, eyes near-spherical. “yoichi? is that you or did you slip something in my brownies again.”

-> “that was an accident,” the bunny defended, taking a tentative hop forward. you slowly fell into a sitting position, trying to wrap your head around what was happening before a question suddenly popped into your head. “how are you alive?”

-> isagi sighed. “it’s a long story involving a curse and this witch and—“ “no, no. i mean, bunnies only have a lifespan of 8-12 years and you’re way older than that.” if rabbits could glare, this one would. “that’s what’s on your mind? that i’m old? not that i’m a fucking rabbit?” “i’ve seen weirder.” ���when?!”

-> you continued bickering with the rabbit, who you realized only you could hear after receiving some odd looks from people walking by. “we should go inside before someone thinks i broke out of an asylum and calls the police.”

-> stepping inside, you let isagi hop in and turned to close the door. a faint navy blue fog appeared, causing you to scrunch your nose, but when you turned around to bat it away, your eyes widened when they landed on a naked isagi

-> “dude?!” “i can’t control when i turn back!” you throw a towel at him, shielding your eyes with your hand. “i have some of your clothes around here somewhere. go put them on, you freak!”

itoshi rin

-> “what… the… f—“ “neigh.”

-> your phone dinged with a notification that a package had arrived. when you flung the door open, you expected a box on your doorstep, not a full-sized horse

-> you knew right away that this horse wasn’t normal. for one, while it looked black, you could tell that it was actually very dark teal. and two, it was glaring at you the same way your boyfriend did when you teased him

-> “would it be crazy if i said you remind me of my boyfriend?” you joked, moving to brush your hand through the horse’s swooped bangs when it scoffed at you. “yes. but you are crazy, so.”

-> you jumped back, snatching your hand to your chest. “tell me you didn’t just speak.” “okay. i didn’t just speak.” you’d recognize that tasteless sarcasm anywhere. “rin?”

-> the horse hung his head as your brain scrambled to compute what your eyes were seeing. rin. your boyfriend. a horse. a horse? “can i ask?”

-> he briefly explained his predicament, something about a family curse, but you weren’t entirely listening like you should have been. bro had hooves. you thought maybe you were losing your mind when a sudden poof of teal smoke choked you, and when you finally managed to swat it away, you found your boyfriend standing with his hands covering his naked parts

-> “let me inside, please?” you stepped aside, still dazed from the encounter, and keep your back to him as you locked your door. when you finally faced him, you saw his eyes sprinkled with fear. “are you going to leave me?”

-> your immediate response should have been no, but your lips didn’t form the word. instead, you forced a smile and said, “i just need a minute. it’s… a lot.”

-> “i’m still me, though,” he mumbled quietly, and you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself. yes, you’d need some time, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hug him as he was then. “i knew it was. i’d recognize those emo boy bangs anywhere.”

chigiri hyoma

-> you almost screamed when you opened your door, previously intending to go on a jog, to find a tiger cub wandering around in your yard. your plan was to slowly back into your house, but when it looked up, your boyfriend’s voice flooded your head. “don’t freak out.”

-> you freaked out. “chigiri?! is that you?! wh—how—what happened?!”

-> chigiri’s head fell as he sighed, and you stepped aside for him to sulk into your house. “long story short, my family is cursed to become one of the zodiacs. i happened to get the tiger… are you crying?”

-> “i’m sorry, you’re just so pretty! can i pet you?” “don’t touch the fur.” “but it’s so shiny…” you couldn’t resist, and chigiri yelped when you scoop him up into your arms and hold him to your chest like a baby

-> he purred despite himself and threatened to nip your fingers when you scratch beneath his chin. “we’re totally getting a cat.” you noddd to yourself as he growled. “we are n—“ poof!

-> you coughed as pinky-red smoke filled your room, but when you peeked an eye open, you blinked to find your arms around your human boyfriend. your naked human boyfriend

-> blushing ferociously, you tugged the cardigan off your shoulders and quickly flung it at chigiri. you waited for the shuffling to quiet down before asking, “good?”

-> “good,” he confirmed, and you turned toward him with unblinking eyes. “so. you turn into a tiny tiger.” “unfortunately.” “at will, or…?” you trailed off when he shrugged. “only sometimes. like when my adrenaline is super high or when… whatever, the point is not always.”

-> you didn’t question him about it further and instead jumped onto the couch. “thoughts change on getting a cat?” “absolutely not.”

bachira meguru

-> you were peacefully eating an avocado blt and watching hxh reruns on tv when there was a tapping on your door

-> brows knit at the sharp sound, you placed your sandwich on the plate and opened the door, immediately cooing at the little brown and yellow-streaked pig on your doorstep

-> “how did you get here, little guy?” you cooed, kneeling down to let the animal sniff you when it suddenly jumped up on two legs and squealed, “y/n! i’m stuck!”

-> you jumped back, falling over and nearly throwing the creature off when it climbed onto your chest. when you saw it’s yellow eyes, you gasped. “bachira?! how—what—huh?!”

-> you carefully lifted your best friend into the air, hands under his armpits as you twisted him from side to side. “you’re a pig!” “technically a boar, but pig works too… forget that, i’m stuck!”

-> before you could think about it, you carried bachira into the house and set him on your couch. he looked around and spotted your sandwich with horrified eyes. you slowly pushed the plate away and cleared your throat. “in my defense, i wasn’t expecting my best friend to be a pig.”

-> his big eyes, full of betrayal, wobbled before yellow smoke blinded you and sent you sprawling off the couch. when your head popped back up, your eyes widened to find your best friend sitting shamelessly on your couch. naked

-> “bachira! clothes?!” “oh, right! sorry, i’m always naked when i turn back.” but he made no movement toward covering himself as he reached wiggling fingers toward your lunch. “i’m not feeding you until your ass is off my cushions!” “right!”

michael kaiser

-> you were awaken by the loud sound of crowing, which surprised you since there weren’t typically roosters in your area

-> you rolled out of bed when it got louder and decided to investigate. by the time you reached your front door the creature was screeching, and when you threw your door open, you raised a brow at the oddly-colored yellow and blue rooster

-> “hello?” you questioned no one in particular as you searched for the owner of the bird. “i respect your right to crow, dude, i really do. but it’s not even seven in the morning—“ “i’ve been trapped in this gods awful form for sixteen hours, y/n.”

-> you blanched. “no way.” the sound of your least-favorite friend hit your ears and left you stammering for something more to say. “why are you a cock?” “you mean personality wise or literally?” “both?” “let’s focus on the second option first.”

-> you inspected the rooster, humming and poking at him until kaiser threatened to bite your finger off. “has this happened before?” cock-kaiser’s feathered chest rose and fell. “yes, but it’s been a while. i can’t remember the last time i’ve been this for so long, and i don’t know how to change back.”

-> rubbing your chin, you decided to bring the beast into your home before the neighbors started gossiping that you’d finally lost it. “why did you come to me and not ness or someone who actually likes you?

-> “you’re deranged enough to believe me. knowing i can turn into… this.. won’t break your mind.” you shrugged and twisted his words so that you heard ‘you’re so awesome and strong, y/n!’

-> kaiser clucked at you. “stop smiling to yourself. it’s not a compliment—“ and a poof of blue smog cut his rant off. when it faded, you quickly threw a pillow at the man so he could hide his family jewels. “i thought you said you didn’t know how to change back?”

-> “i knew how!” “so that definitely wasn’t an accident, then?” “of course not!” you grinned when his face started to pinken. “whatever you say. your secret’s safe with me.”

kunigami rensuke

-> it was a lovely morning. you weren’t usually one to take naps that early, but the room was so warm, the birds chirping outside, the sheep bleating at your door—

-> your eyes snapped open. flinging the knit blanket from your legs, you cracked your door open to find a mysteriously orange sheep standing directly in front of you. unsure of what else to do, you screamed and slammed it shut

-> “wait, y/n, it’s me!” the familiar sound of your best friend’s voice floated from the other side, followed by more bleating. “behind the goat?” you shakily asked. “… no?”

-> slowly opening the door once more, you stared back at the sheep that refused to look away from you. “rensuke, please tell me you aren’t a sheep.” “which is better: sheep or goat?” you sighed and opened the door further. “not funny.”

-> there was no way for him to fit through the front door, so you sat on the porch and carefully poked at his wooly coat. “aren’t you hot?” “not really. i’m not entirely sure how the transforming-thing works, but i’m fine.”

-> you weren’t entirely sure what to say. it was weird. if kunigami had been anyone else, you might have even turned him away and convince yourself that you were dreaming. “how did this happen?”

-> your friend plopped into a strange-looking sit beside you and explained his family’s curse. it sounded like something out of a manga, but you didn’t interrupt until he failed to mention how he’s supposed to turn back. “is there something i can do to help?”

-> “no, i usually turn back on my own, but this time it’s taking longer. i didn’t want to be by myself like this… sorry to spring it on you.” you shook your head. “i’m glad you did. what are best friends for?”

-> and you fell back when a poof of orange smoke invaded your senses. hacking, you sat back up to find kunigami still sitting, but now as a human again. you hurriedly pulled your hoodie off and tossed it into his lap. “oh, thank goodness. your wool was making my nose super itchy, bruh.” kunigami scratched at his head. “my bad… can i come in now?”

karasu tabito

-> you scored an A on your midterm, the test everyone in your class had been dreading since day one, and decided to treat yourself to some gourmet delivery: a fillet mignon

-> you dozed off while waiting, but it felt like only minutes before a strange-sounding knock on the door woke you. “coming!” you shouted as you clumsily jumped off the couch and danced to greet your delivery person

-> the second you flung the door open, you screamed. there was a cow standing on your porch. “i asked for rare, not raw!” you gasped in horror as the giant mammal tried to near you

-> “it’s m—wait, you ordered steak without me?!” you gasped at the cow, it’s voice—your boyfriend’s voice—echoing in your head. “karasu?!”

-> you had to sit down as he told you about his families curse, but didn’t interrupt until a question nagged its way out of you. “but… why not a crow?” “please don’t ask, i would much rather be a bird than this.”

-> cow-karasu hung his head, and you took the opportunity to ruffle his surprisingly spiky head of hair. his pretty lashes fluttered shut, and then you were suddenly surrounded by violet smoke

-> coughing, you peeked an eye open and stifled a laugh when you saw your naked boyfriend standing in your doorway. “can i come in now?” he asked

-> before you could answer, a new voice joined. “food delivery—man, i do not get paid enough for this,” the driver grumbled after his eyes met karasu’s bare ass. “enjoy your food, you freaks!”

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio DPxDC Nobody Knows Au Pt 3

Parts 1 and 2

They both fall silent and stare. 

That's an answer to one of many questions they've been asking themselves for years, isn't it?

Their best friend disappeared, and it wasn't abduction or murder. It was an escape.

“You guys don't have contact with Jack and Maddie, do you?”

Tucker swears there's a record scratch in his brain.

Sam gapes. “You mean your parents?”

Danny smiles, small, grim and humorless. “Jack and Maddie.”

Jesus Christ.

Sam glances over at Tucker and they exchange a look. Tucker knows they've been feeling a shared guilt for a long time, feeling like they didn't do enough. They had suspicions about something fucked going on in Danny's home life since the beginning of freshman year, but they never blew the whistle about it.

Rationally they know it wasn't their responsibility. All of Amity had suspicions - someone should have called CPS, and it shouldn't have been a couple of kids. A goddamn adult should have stepped up.

It doesn't keep either of them from feeling like they failed their childhood best friend.

“Considering I've spent the last four years suspecting they killed you and chucked your body into the portal to hide it? Hell fucking no, Danny,” Sam asserts.

The set of Danny's shoulders relaxes significantly. “Good,” he breathes. “Good. Please keep it that way.”

“What the fuck was going on in that house, man?” Tucker asks, a little sick to his stomach. He knows right away he shouldn't have asked.

Danny's expression shutters into something polite and pleasant to hide discomfort, and he immediately starts ‘casually’ gathering his papers and computer into his bag.

“Listen, I'm really happy to see you guys - seriously. I really should get going though, I-”

Sam reaches out and snatches him by the scruff of his shirt before he can even stand up all the way, yanking him back down into his chair.

His dumbfounded expression makes Tucker snort a laugh, so familiar and puppy-like. Danny is still all big blue eyes and nearly visible question marks when taken off guard. Tucker missed that face.

“You're not going anywhere until we get your phone number,” Sam argues, not a hint of wiggle room in her face or tone. “We'll get lunch or something, all three of us. Go to the mall. We're living in the same city, you know I'll hunt you down.”

When Danny hesitates, her face and tone melt into something softer.

“Please, Danny. We miss you.”

Danny melts a little, sighing and smiling. “...yeah. Yeah, I missed you too. I've missed you guys so much.”

“So?” Sam prompts, holding her hand out.

Danny huffs a little laughing breath and fishes around in his pocket, unlocking his phone and plopping it into her hand. 

His nails are black and green. Gradient.

Tucker doesn't know much about nails, but he knows there's a difference when Sam paints them and when she splurges for acrylics.

“Are those professionally done?” he asks, bemused. Danny had never expressed an interest in that kind of thing as a kid. It's kind of cool to see signs that he's, like…growing into himself.

Danny shrugs, and it feels good to see that he doesn't even seem to consider Tucker might give a shit in a bad way.

“I'm on my hot girl shit,” he deadpans, and Sam nearly drops his phone with the force of her startled laugh.

Tucker snorts. “Oh, well about time.”

“Hey!” Danny protests, offense fake and eyes dancing. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing! You had a glow up is all.”

Danny snickers and kicks him gently under the table.

“Okay, dick.”

It's like they never parted at all for a moment.

“Here, Mr. Hot Girl Shit,” Sam says, handing Danny his phone back. “I put our numbers in and sent a text in a group chat so you can't forget to reach out. I'm serious, Danny. We missed you, don't disappear. It was scary enough the first time.”

Danny grimaces, at least looking genuinely apologetic. “I know. I'm sorry. I really do need to get going today, though. I've got an appointment.”

“What kind of appointment?” Tucker asks.

The grin Danny gives him is mischievous and has a few teeth sharper than he remembers there being. 

He breezes past them and out the door with an impish response of, “Hide and seek with furries.”

Part 4

Masterpost

[clockwayswrites]

Danny In Metropolis, ch3 p1

Masterpost

First draft and not read over. Migraine. Hurty. Currently on phone preying my green light helps. Please no edit or concrit <3

Despite their heart to heart about it, Danny still had to put a token complaint now and then about the lunches. Even with that, he ate every one. He also would also, in an oddly shy way, pass on thanks to Clark when there was something in the lunch that he really liked.

Kon made sure to tell each of those to Clark, in case, maybe, those things might make it more regularly into the rotation. He defended it to himself that it was just logical. If there were more things that Danny liked in the lunch, he was more likely to eat it all. As if Danny hadn’t eaten it all every day.

“So tell me about this Danny?” Lois asked with a smile that Kon didn’t quite trust.

For all that Clark was basically the alien embidiment of a cheerful, friendly golden lab, Lois was like a cliche cat. She was always after the canary too.

(She was also intimidating; she was more eloquent and put together than Kon would ever be, for all he pretended.)

“Um, he just moved here this year with his parents from somewhere in Illonois. Amity Park. He has an older sister, but she’s off at college.”

Lois stole one of the apple slices that Clark was cutting up. “What do his parents do?”

“Inventing of some sort. Danny doesn’t really like to talk about it,” Kon answered.

“A bit odd since he offered to come over and fix anything we needed fixing in return for the lunches,” Clark said. His back was to Kon, but he sounded like he was smiling.

The way Lois smiled when she glanced at Clark pretty much confirmed that. “Anything?”

“From dishwashers to computers to centrifuges,” Clark answered.

“Huh, well if our centrifuge ever breaks,” Lois drawled.

“I think that’s why he doesn’t like to talk about it. Like, I think that his parents used to have a lab at home or maybe more it felt more like they lived at the lab. They’re not supposed to do that anymore but,” Kon shrugged, “I guess habits die hard or something.”

“Hence the lunches,” Clark said. “Apparently food at home wasn’t always free of contamination, or at least percieve contamination.”

“Damn, poor kid,” Lois said, theiving another apple slice. “I guess you’ll just have to bring him home.”

Kon blinked and hoped to whoever that he wasn’t blushing. “Um, what?”

“For dinner,” Lois clarified with that dangerous little smile of hers. “Just to make sure he gets some good food then. I even promise to stay far away from the kitchen that night.”

“Oh, um, yeah, maybe?”

“You boys could work on that project after too,” Clark suggested, “pick Lois’ brain about poetry.”

“Oh god, poetry. I think I’m having flashbacks to Professor Eden’s class.”

“Bad class?”

“Amazing, but very, very weird. When God made that man, he broken the mold. I doubt there has ever been anyone else like him and the world is both better and worse for it. I may not be a poet, but he changed the way I looked at words.”

“Huh,” Kon said. “I guess… I can at least ask if he wants to come over.”

“For Friday. He can even spend the night if he wants,” Clark suggested. He turned around, handed Kon two lunch boxes, and just smiled back at whatever incredulous look Kon guessed he had on his face. “You’ve never had a sleepover, it might be fun.”

Kon felt confussed. “Um, like, every night at Titan’s Tower?”

“That’s more dorms than sleepover,” Lois said. “But just stick to dinner if that makes you uncomfortable, sweetie.”

“…right. Um, thanks, I’ll ask I guess,” Kon conceeded as he stuffed the lunch boxes in his backpack. “I better go before I’m late.”

“Have a good day at class,” Clark called after him.

“Dismantle the hetronormative patriarchy!” Lois added with a laugh at whatever look Clark sent her for that.

As if he could talk, he ran around in spandex with his underwear on the outside.

[sincerelyrki]

but i love the taste of you

Heeseung never did enjoy lollipops, their overrated taste never interesting him. But perhaps tasting it from your lips could change everything. As for the laptop? It just happened to be in the perfect place, at the perfect time.

pairing : bf!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. profanity. licking. biting. heeseung is lowkey obsessed. unprotected sex (pls don’t!). oral (both ways). kissing over a lollipop (trust 🙏). recording. switch!heeseung. switch!reader. little bit of degrading (just a bit, promise). spit it mentioned a few times. 18+. mdni.

wc : 3.9k

a/n : you can probably see my addiction to secondhand tasting [ cherry lips, a cherry for my cherry, and now this one… (the lollipop was def cherry flavoured in my head)] anyways, this is only my second time writing full smut so please lmk how i did! fb + rbs are always appreciated <3

Heeseung sat with his jaw clenched; hands fisting by his side as he watched your lollipop glide down your tongue, satisfying pops sounding out whenever you pulled it from your mouth. 

He felt like he was losing his mind, his patience wearing thin the longer he listened to your soft hums of delight. 

The sounds were identical to the ones he had you making just hours ago, your body still clad in nothing but his t-shirt and your cute little panties. 

You were daunting him, you had to be. There was no other explanation as to why you were making all these erotic sounds, why you were licking your lollipop in the same way you had done to him that same morning. 

Heeseung rose to a stand, feet bringing him towards you without hesitation. He stood tall in front of you, his body blocking your vision from your computer’s screen. 

“I can’t see, baby. Can you please move over?” You looked up at him over your lashes, wide eyes matching your perfectly pouted lips.

Heeseung swore under his breath, his pants tightening as he laid a firm hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you to lean back against the couch. 

You sat back with a smirk, teeth still pressing down on the lollipop stick. At first, you didn’t mean to make the whole scene suggestive, but you’d never pass up the opportunity to tease your boyfriend. 

You knew how easily he got turned on, how easy it was for you to turn him to putty in your hands. It wasn’t that you always took advantage of it, but there’s no harm in doing it every once in a while. 

Especially when he looked as good as he did now, his messy hair - courtesy to you- stirring your arousal as the reminder of your long morning came rolling back.

You sat still under him, your eyes never leaving his heated ones, basking in the way he glared down at you. You had been fantasizing about his reaction, about how rough he would take you.

There’s nothing that irritated Heeseung more than when his good girl teased him, but there’s also nothing that turned him on more. 

There was something about your innocent facade, your delicate eyes staring at him with the warmth of the morning sun. Something about the way you conceived everyone into thinking you were some perfect, flawless, princess. 

The way you convinced everyone that you were nothing like how you actually were, you’re just a brat wearing a pretty face. But you were only Heeseungs brat, something he proved to you whenever he could.

Heeseung turned his back towards you, bending at the waist to pick up your computer. He rolled his eyes at the rotting footage playing across from him, some random romance sitcom with no specific plot.

It was the same genre you always chose to indulge in, sitting pretty while your brain worked on autopilot to create its own interpretations of how these soulless actors would portray these tedious scenes. 

That’s when an idea hit Heeseung, one that he’d been fantasizing about since the day he first touched you. What better movie is there to watch, than the one you create with the person you love?

It was perfect, everything about it. 

And so Heeseung turned back around, putting his weight on one knee and he moved the other on your other side. He sat down on your plush thighs, straddling you as you sunk deeper into the couch. 

You had long lost eye contact your the man before you, the computer blocking your sight. You ignored the way your show suddenly turned quiet, rolling your eyes at what you thought was Heeseung being over dramatic.

But what he had done next, was something that you’d be thinking about the next time you needed some sort of relief, your hands down your parties as you pleasured yourself to the thought of your boyfriend. 

Heeseung placed the computer on the side table, the two of you fitting perfectly in frame. He barely glanced at the screen before he grabbed your jaw, one hand holding it as the other pressed down on your bottom lip.

Two sides of Heeseung’s fingers touched against the lollipop in your mouth, sandwiching it between his fingers as he pried your mouth open. 

You looked up at Heeseung in shock, the lollipop sitting loose in your mouth as you allowed him to control your body in the ways he wanted. 

“You know, I’m not a huge fan of lollipops…” Heeseung trailed off, his fingers crawling from your mouth and onto your tongue. He swiped two fingers across the sugary surface of the lollipop, trailing it in a line across one side of the candy.

He then dragged his fingers from the lollipop, across your tongue, and to your lips. He used his fingers to rub the sweetness across your mouth, a sweet coat of sugar replacing your long smudged lipgloss.

“But I love the taste of you.” He used the same two fingers to pull the candy from your mouth, leaning it to vertically press against your lips. He leaned down to your face, pressing his lips to the other side of the lollipop.

He then angled the stick in a way that allowed the lollipop to stick in the middle of both of your lips, the taste transferring to the both of you. 

He closed his eyes, uncaring of the fact that yours were wide open and staring directly at him. He gently stuck out his tongue, removing his lips enough to run his tongue across the side of the lollipop.

He turned his head as his tongue slowly moved across it, eventually meeting the end and ending on the corner of your lips.

Heeseung stayed in that position, his lips barely touching yours as he let out a quiet hum, licking the sugar off his lips as he reopened his eyes. “Delicious” He pressed a small peck to the side of your lips, pulling back to sit up straight.

Heeseung was still holding the lollipop to your lips, only this time he turned the stick so the end was facing towards his chest, the candy facing towards your mouth.

He made a show of opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue as he let a hushed “a” sound leave his lips.

He gave you a small smirk as you followed his command, lips opening wide as you stuck your tongue out the same way. “Good girl” Heeseung cooed at you in a tone that was anything but proud. 

He pushed the candy back in your mouth, using his other hand to close your jaw around it. “You’re so pretty like this, with your dirty lips wrapped around something.” Heeseung quirked an amused eyebrow as you responded to his degrading words with a whine, furrowed eyebrows staring up at him.

“Oh? You don’t look pretty with something in your mouth?” You whined again, eyebrows furrowing even more. Heeseung tilted his head to the side, face pulling up in an unfamiliar way.

 “Lips aren’t dirty” You tried speaking through your closed mouth, words barely recognizable. Heeseung humorlessly chucked at your words, a proud grin settling on his face.

“M’sorry baby, you have the prettiest lips.” Your forehead smoothed as you sunk back down, satisfied with his answer. “Should we show the camera?”

Heeseung leaned over to grab the laptop, his teeth on display as he replayed your reaction in his head. The way your body tensed at his words, eyes widening a fraction and legs jolting. 

“You must think I'm dumb, don’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” You were filled with the same desires as Heeseung, your fantasy of recording each other haunting you every time you have sex. 

“I know my dumb baby too well, there isn’t anything I haven’t already seen.” Heeseung was now watching their reflection on the screen, his desire growing as he watched the way you began pushing against him. 

“Is my baby getting needy?” Through the screen he watched as you rapidly nodded, teeth still pressing down on the lollipop. “Good, let’s show the camera how pretty your lips are first.”

Heeseung brought the laptop up between the two of you, holding it near your chest as he stared down at you, “hold it.” 

With the laptop held securely in your hands, Heeseung turned his attention back to your candy. This time, he opened your mouth in a different way. 

He pushed down on the lollipop, forcing your mouth to open due to the pressure. He slowly slid it out from your mouth, his mouth salivating as the sweet scent reached his nose. 

The camera got a close-up of the way a small string of saliva connected from your mouth to the candy, caught the way it disappeared as Heeseung’s head swooped in from over the laptop as pressed against yours.

Filthy sounds filled the room, your messy kiss being caught from a lowered angle. Though many might now think the angle would be ideal, it was nothing less than perfect.

It perfectly captured the way Heeseung’s tongue wrapped around yours, the way your head chased after his as he pulled back to change angles. 

It caught everything, including your pretty moans. 

Heeseung carelessly tossed the lollipop behind him, the table close enough for it to land on without having to look. He moved both of his hands to wrap around your waist, his hands pressing down on your curves.

“Wait, let me fix the camera” You stuttered mid-sentence, mouth refusing to leave his as you placed the laptop on the couch beside the two of you, everything above your knees visible. 

Heeseung slid his hands under your shift, sliding it up and over your head in a vast movement, disconnecting your lips for no more than five seconds before pressing against you again.

His hands squeezed at your skin, his hands coming up to grope at you.

Your head tilted back with a loud moan as he disconnected your lips to kiss the exposed skin at the top of your bra, his hands pushing your tits up as he sucked dark marks onto your skin.

He acted like a man who’d never seen a pair of breasts before, ravaging them like a starved man. He moved lower down your legs as he undid your bra, kissing and sucking spots along his path until he reached your pants. 

Heeseung slid off the couch, slotting himself between your open legs as he bit along your lower stomach, kissing your stretch marks as he appreciated your entire body. 

“My girl is so pretty, the prettiest girl in the world.” He mumbled out, sounding drunk off your skin. “So so pretty” He repeated over and over as he placed more and more kisses.

He slid his hands back down towards your legs, fingers wrapping around your waistline before he looked up at you, eyes hooded as he waited for your consent. 

At your nod, Heeseung quickly undid your pants, pulling them down and off your legs. Your panties quickly followed, getting tossed across the room in a random pile that would soon be joined by his clothes. 

Due to the shift of weight, the laptop toppled over to the side, landing in the perfect view of Heeseung between your legs. It was a sight worth millions, the sight of a man who was actually willing to sacrifice anything to get a taste of pussy. 

Heeseung pulled your legs over his shoulder, using his hands to pull your body closer to his face. His eyes closed with a loud hum, the familiar smell enveloping his senses in the most pleasurable way possible.

“You smell so good, I love you so much” Heeseung spoke once before placing a small kiss against your folds, one of his hands coming up to spread you for him.

He gave your inner thigh one last kiss before he leaned in, his lips wrapping around your clit as his vibrations caused mass pleasure to wring out across your body. 

Your back arched as his tongue circled you, your sensitive nerves reacting to his loving movements. Heeseung always started slow, paying attention to your most pleasurable parts as he submerged himself into you.

His tongue was now replaced with his thumb, fast circled getting rubbed against you as he stuck his tongue flat against your opening, slowly curling it as he collected whatever juices he could. 

A mixture of his spit and your arousal was nothing more than his wettest dreams, the taste automatically beating the one of the sugary lollipops. He could happily drown within you, the only way he’d ever want to go. 

After a few minutes of prolonging your orgasm, he finally decided to finish it off, bringing you to your most craved high. 

He pushed his fingers into you, his tongue replacing the spot his thumb was moments prior. As good as Heeseung’s fingers felt, nothing compared to his tongue.

It felt like magic, the way he was able to make you feel so much in such a short amount of time. Your back arched as your legs quivered around his head, thighs tightening around his head as your heels dug into his clothes back. 

Broken moans left your lips, the sound rising the more you felt the waves coming up. Heeseung felt it too, the way you clenched around his fingers while your hips began rocking against your face.

He used the hand that was wrapped around one of your tights to go up and press against your lower stomach, pushing on it as your high washed over you. 

Loud slurps and moans filled the room, your breath caught in your throat as your back arched as far as it could. Heeseung felt you through it, both his fingers and to continue moving unrelentingly.

“Too much.” You gently shinned, legs still shaking as Heeseung licked you clean. He hummed against you, removing his fingers as he finished off, “I know baby, I know.”

Heeseung sat back up, one of his hands grabbing at the bottom of his shit to pull it off his head. You watched through tired eyes as your boyfriend palmed himself through his pants, head tilting forwards as his eyes stayed glued to your face.

It was a habit that Heeseung couldn’t seem to shake, the action starting when your relationship first started. You used to get shy after Heeseung ate you out, cheeks heating up as you tried hiding yourself.

Obviously, you weren’t shy anymore, the hundreds of minutes he’d spent between your legs long swishing that shyness. 

While you were calming down and preparing yourself again, Heeseung busied himself with getting undressed. He removed each article of clothing, throwing them roughly in the same direction as yours. 

The sight of your boyfriend bare before your eyes caused your body to light up with electricity once again, legs tingling as you obsessed with the way his cock twitched at your watchful eyes.

Heeseung leaned down to grab the laptop, placing it on the table that it was on, to begin with, one that gave it the sight of the entire couch. 

You changed positions, turning your back towards the roof as you crawled towards one side of the couch, arching your back for your boyfriend as you playfully looked over your shoulder at him. 

“I’m not going to fuck myself.” You fluttered your eyelashes, arousal growing as Heeseung playfully snickered at you in disbelief. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you so good.”

He kneels on the couch behind you, hands spreading your ass as he pushes himself to glide between your lips. He coated himself with your wetness before sinking into you, bottoming out as you pushed yourself back into him. 

His nails dug into your love handles, grabbing them for stability as he pushed himself into you. His head fell back as he felt himself continuously bottom out.

It was rare that you went without a condom, and there was no better feeling than the friction of your bare skin rubbing together. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” A loud pitch moan left your lips in response, a little more dramatic due to the camera recording you. 

Heeseung could feel himself losing control, the warm feeling of being inside of you chasing his hips to push into you harder. 

Quiet swears left his lips as he found his constant pace, hips hitting against yours as he leaned over your back, hands leaving your hips to wrap around your hands. 

He pushed your hands down against the couch, his new angle allowing him to get more depth. 

“Please, I want to cum whilst riding you.” Heeseung swore one last time before pulling out, flipping your position as he leaned his back against the back of the couch. 

Your feet pressed against his legs, hips raised as you used your hand to place his dick against you. You circled his tip around your entrance one time before you sunk onto him, hand moving down to play with his balls as you bounced up and down. 

Heeseung threw his head back, eyes narrowing to slits as his pleasure weighed down his body. One of his hands rubbed up your body, grabbing your chest as the other squeezed the soft skin of your waist. 

He turned his attention toward the area where the two of you were connected, his mouth drying as he watched a ring of white froth form at his base. 

His abdominal muscles contracted as he trusted his hips forward, louder clapping filling the room as he changed the tempo. 

There was a moment where both of your eyes met, the primal desire mirroring back through your own reflections. Heeseung gave you a small smirk, one side of his mouth quirking up.

He winked at you once before he grabbed your hand, his fingers wrapping around the entirety of yours as he brought it to grab his neck.

“Use me” You tightened your hand around his neck at his suddenly sultry whisper, knees burning as you dropped against him harder. 

You bent forward, chest bumping against him as you used your hands to tilt his head back, his hair falling back to reveal his damp forehead. 

You pressed your tongue against the top of his sternum, licking a strip up until your nose touched his earlobe, teeth replacing its spot as you bit down on him.

His back arched beneath you, small sounds leaving his lips as you marked him. You treated his neck the same way you had the lollipop, using him the way he liked. 

“You feel so good.” Heeseung breathlessly praised you, his voice coming out higher than usual. It was easy to tell when Heeseung was getting close, the way he started touching your body more. 

Even with Heeseung under you, he always made sure you came undone first. The way your pleasure contoured your body caused his own long-awaited high to multiply tens fold. 

Though the feeling of his skin against yours caused a euphoric sensation to ring out across your body, you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him a little more.

You halted your body, palms pushing down on your boyfriend's hips to stop his constant buckling.

“I want to make you feel good before.” You rose higher on your knees, only his tip remaining in as you shot him your best attempt of an innocent smile.

Heeseung tried not to let your words affect him, the pleasure that faded with the lack of stimulation returning at the thought of your lips wrapping around him.

“I much prefer you over the lollipop, nothing compares to the way you fill me.” 

Heeseung let out a shaky breath as his left leg began to shake, arms flexing as he fisted the cushions under him. “Fuck, do whatever you’d like, I’ll take anything you’re willing to give me.”

You removed him from you completely, your palm reaching up towards his lips as you looked at him with an expected gaze. Heeseung puckered his lips out, a sizable drop of spit landing between the crevices of your fingers. 

“That’s not enough.” You clicked your tongue at him, faux disapproval seeping out through your lips as you pulled your hand away from him. “You’re lucky I'm still wet, I'll just have to do it myself.”

You reached down, fingers collecting your wetness before you wrapped your hand back around him. Heeseung’s mouth fell open as you placed a small kiss against the base of his shaft, a trail of kisses following your hand as you slowly moved it up.

A sudden whimper left his mouth as you hollowed your cheeks around him, the suction perfectly squeezing around him. 

His sounds only rose as you added your tongue, the soft muscle tracing along his prominent vein. He almost forgot about the laptop, a small red light reminding him of the almost hour-long video. 

He stared directly into the camera, maximizing his expressions knowing that sooner or later, you’d be watching this back. He knew what got you off, what he could do to make you feel as good as possible. 

It was completely mutual, your knowledge of his body aiding in drawing out a loud, genuine, sound from his pretty lips. 

His back lifted from the couch, body flinching as your finger pressed against his perineum, sharp shocks of pleasure shooting across his body.

His breath caught in his chest as his hand shot out to grab your head, your hair fisting in his hands as he pushed you down further.

He didn’t stop, not even after hearing your choking sounds. As said before, he knew exactly what you liked.

 He wasn’t the only one who enjoyed being choked, you just experienced it differently. 

You continued stimulating his prostate through his perineum, spit dribbling down from the corners of your lips as you drew him closer to his orgasm.

He barely warned you before letting go in your mouth, the only telltale being the trembling of his legs. 

You tried your best to swallow everything he gave you, his familiar salty taste replacing the coating of sweetness in your throat. 

You pulled back, tongue peaking out to lap at the drops you had missed before, cleaning him from your shared mess. 

Heeseung panted from above you, his eyes closed as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. He felt the way you raised from your knees, your hand wrapping around his jaw as you pulled him in for a messy kiss.

The taste of himself no longer caused any reaction, he’d long gotten used to tasting himself on your tongue after you’d gone down on him.

“You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” Heeseung said completely seriously, masking the truth behind his words with a joking tone. 

“That’s just the way I like it.” You replied back, scooting back to rest your head against the arm of the couch, legs spreading for your boyfriend to get a good view of what you were going to do next. 

“I’m ready when you are, show me how good you can treat me.” You never looked away from his eyes as you pressed your finger down against your clit, basking in the way his cock twitched at you.

“Or are you too tired?” Heeseung rolled his eyes at you, his body moving to hover over yours as he pushed himself between your legs.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” You returned his wolfish grin, hand leaving your body to grab his waist, pulling his hips against yours. 

“Show me.”

[scap34]

sugar baby!toji x rich! dom! mean! sadistic! manipulative! male! Younger! sugar daddy!reader

Turning your contract fuck buddy into your sugar baby <3

warnings: degrading, cussing, fingering, mild daddy kink, slight feminization, lingerie

Toji was getting too close to you. 

Maybe it was how you fucked him. Your sadistic nature shining through when you edged him for hours and fucked him roughly after. Or the way you treated him. 

Of course you did treat him like he was yours. But you also pampered him, petted his head, and sang praises into his ears until he came. 

The more he was with you, the more spoiled and lazy he got. With you, all he had to think about was how to please you. Sometimes after you played with him for hours he’d forget everything, acting exactly like the brain dead cock whore you called him. 

The money with you was stable. You paid him well, too well maybe. You also covered all his expenses when you were together. When he was with you, he had no worries. 

But he couldn’t always be with you. 

“I quit.” He said suddenly to you. You and him were sitting on the couch. The tv was on, playing one of those ridiculous horse races Toji liked to gamble on. 

Your hands paused typing and you looked over at him. He looked back at you, seriously. His legs were up and he rested against the couch comfortably. 

He was fond of the couch, you knew that. That’s why you’d brought a new couch. It was just for him and you would even work next to him to make sure he had company. 

“You quit?” You repeated back confused. He nodded, uncharacteristically serious. You knew he could be serious but with you, his coldness fell away. You thought you were past this point already.

“Why?” You asked.

He shrugged. “I’m bored.” He wasn’t. You could tell. You could see it in the way his eyes flicked away guiltily. He drummed his finger against his thick thighs. 

Cute. What a liar your baby was. 

“Okay.” You said agreeing. He immediately looked at you surprised by your quick agreement. You forced your lips to not move, suppressing a smirk. 

You nodded at him, copying his seriousness. “I understand. You can move out whenever you are ready. I’ll send the last check as soon as you leave.” 

His mouth parted in surprise and the hurt in his eyes was hard to hide. It was adorable. He was the one who wanted to leave and yet he was hurt by your agreement? 

He slumped a bit and nodded looking downcast. “Okay.” 

Poor baby. You cooed in your head. You wanted to take him into your arms and kiss his head. You wanted to tell him that you never cared about him and see his reaction. 

“Okay.” You echoed pleased. You turned back to your computer, fingers resuming work.  

Toji wanted you to protest but you nonchalantly agreed to let him leave. He thought you’d put a bit of resistance against his decision. However despite your initial surprise you agreed so readily. 

Despite wanting to leave, he couldn’t help but regret his decision. 

Whatever. He would be fine. After all you were just a good fuck that paid him well. He was sure he’d find something else.  …

“Who was that slut?” He demanded. You gave him an unimpressed look. Both of you could hear the note of pain in his voice. 

It’s been days since he quit. Days since he’d seen you and now he finds you shopping for that slut with the black card you used on him? Did you move on that quick?

“He’s my sugar baby.” You replied calmly. 

Sugar baby?

You smirked at his confusion. “Yeah, it’s like the contract between us, but instead of paying him, he lives with me, sleeps with me and I take care of all his needs.”

You what?

He immediately glared at you. “Why did you pick that slut?” 

You moved closer to him. Inches away from him, he could smell your coconut shampoo. A dazed look crossed his eyes for a second. He missed your scent. 

Your lips tugged into a smirk, immediately noticing his reaction. “I thought he was cute.” 

Cute? He did look more feminine. Blond hair, soft features and doe eyes. Was he your type? Did you like that slut more than him?

“I thought he’d look really pretty dressed in lingerie.” You added thoughtfully, tapping a finger against your chin. 

He almost regretted not killing the slut when he saw him. He should have. Torn his limbs off and asked you how pretty the slut looked then. 

“No.” 

“No, what Toji? This isn’t your decision.” You grinned cruelly. Your words were targeted and made to hurt. 

He was sorry, okay? So stop being so cruel. 

“M’ sorry.” He mumbled out. His head was hanging low. His hands uselessly clenched into fists. He couldn’t brute force his way through his. 

“And what should I do about that?” You said smirking. Toji looked at you betrayed. Didn’t he already admit his mistake?

“Take me back.” He muttered under his breath. You smirked like that was what you expected him to say. 

“I have a few conditions.” He gulped at your words. Your tone sounded wrong and there was a cruel smile on your lips. But he knew he’d agree to anything you said. He needed you. He missed you. 

“You will be my sugar baby.”  …

You’re a manipulative piece of shit. Toji realized as he hissed. Hands desperately clutched the sheets, his face was burned with heat. His throbbing cock begged for attention, hitting his stomach each time you thrusted that damn toy in his ass. 

You had everything planned out didn’t you? You’d used that fucking blond slut to make him jealous. And now you had him exactly where you wanted him. 

Face down on your bed, hips raised up, exposing his hole, and all dolled up in red lingerie for you. Lingerie that he wore because you liked it when he was dressed all pretty for you.

He choked out another moan when you rubbed his cock, rubbing it slowly before you let go again. 

“F-fk yu, fuckin’ a-ah!” He slurred out, crying out as you shoved the toy further into his hole. His body trembled, his cock pathetically leaking drops of precum. 

“What were you saying slut?” Your voice stern laced with traces of amusement. A hand roughly smacked his ass, sending a jolt up his spine. 

His mind filled with pleasure as he let out a sob into the mattress, clenching the silk sheets with a white knuckled grip. His cock was so fucking hard. Everything you did to him only made him harder. 

He could barely think. The plug pressed against his prostate, driving him crazy. You were a sadistic bastard. 

Another slap to his ass knocked him out of his trance. This one was aimed a bit lower, right against the plug. He cried out louder, cock spurting out watery white cum. 

His knees gave out as soon as his third orgasm in 2 hours hit. 

Too blissed out, he didn’t notice when you pulled out the plug, and turned him around. 

He didn’t move, keeping his legs spread, eyes closed,and cheek pressed to the mattress. 

A second passed then another. You sighed and moved away from him. His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at you in confusion. His eyes went to your hard cock that strained against your zipper. 

He looked up at you, confused. You didn’t acknowledge him and used a few tissues to clean him up. Tossing them away you draped a blanket over him. 

This is what you did after you were done with him, and yet you still hadn’t come once. You were clearly still hard. Why weren’t you fucking him?

Was he really not enough for you? The thought was like a bucket of cold water that poured over him. The orgasmatic bliss he’d been floating in, disappeared, throwing him back to reality. 

He disappointed you. 

You were walking away from him. A whine left his throat before he could think. He got off the sofa, his legs weak but stable. 

“[Name],” he bit his lip. “D-daddy p-please.” He called out, a pink flush in his cheeks. You froze in your steps. 

You turned around slowly, your eyes drinking in Toji’s lingerie and disheveled state with clear arousal. You liked him dressed like this. He hesitantly reached up and pressed his bra clad pecs together. 

Your eyes immediately zoned into the movement. 

He was right. 

Ignoring the burning blush of embarrassment he played with his chest, that way he’d seen you do it to him. He squeezed them, and rolled his nipple between his thumb and index, moaning when it sent heat straight into his cock. 

You’d covered his cock with the lacy red panties after he finished. His hardening cock, bulging against the soft fabric. The friction only intensified his arousal.

He panted softly, his exposed skin flushed with humiliation. He must have looked pathetic, dressed up like a slut. The feminine lingerie that barely covered his body, clearly wasn’t made for him. But under your lust blown eyes, he felt so fucking wanted.

“Fuck me, daddy. I want your cum in me.” He whined looking up at you with half lidded lashes. Like expected you fell for it.

Your face split into a grin. Taking two strides forward you closed the distance between you and him. Your hands roamed across his chest, squeezing his tits and ass. 

“Gladly.” You purred, fingers slipping into Toji’s loose hole. He sucked in a breath, a moan slipping from his lips. He eagerly grinded down onto your fingers, like he was scared he wouldn’t please you.

You licked his neck and smiled where he couldn’t see it. Your sweet baby. So pretty, and ready to please. You didn’t feel bad about manipulating him.

Dolled up in lingerie, playing with his large tits, cheeks flushed with shame. He looked so fucking erotic. So willing to do whatever it took to make you happy. 

You turned him around, hands on his small waist. He gasped but easily spread his legs, bending over obediently. Your smirk grew, as you lined your cock up to his entrance, pushing in and bottoming out. 

Your baby cried out, still sensitive from his last orgasm. You pulled out and thrusted back in without mercy. The sound of skin hitting skin mixed with both of your moans. 

“My perfect slut. So fucking pretty. Gonna make you my cock whore.” You muttered thrusting into him. Toji, already fucked stupid, eagerly nodded along. His useless cock, spilling beads of cum. 

“Yes, yes, your slut. Want your cum. Please pl’se.” he slurred out, gasping when you buried you hand in his hair and yanked it roughly. Tears bit the corner of his eyes, his expression was aggrieved. 

You chuckled and rubbed the head of his cock in apology. His eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head, small whines, pleas falling from his pink lips. 

Who were you to deny your beautiful baby anything? 

You fucked into his tight ass, his greedy hole clinging to your cock as you pulled out even slightly. 

“P’ease plea-hic,” he sobbed. “M’ w’nna cum, please.” You thrusted into him harder, holding his waist. Your own orgasm building up. Your baby wanted you to use him, so you will.

When you finally cum, Toji collapses forward. His hole was leaking with cum, his body still trembling from his orgasm. 

You tucked your cock away, smiling when Toji’s eyes landed on your softened cock with delight. He was proud that he made you cum. A-fucking-dorable.

You couldn’t wait to spoil this man rotten. Your precious sugar baby.

[drewsarms]

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི heavily inspired by @shawtycoreee !! read her blurb and I had to write another concept that flew to my brain. also @nemesyaaa for making me come out of my shell!!! this is my first writing piece so please be nice. Hope you enjoy!!

𐙚 where reader makes a homemade video just for stalker!rafe.

𐙚 warnings: use of the word “Daddy”, slight mention of kidnapping, 18+ mdni

You knew all about Rafe Cameron’s ways. You also knew just how deeply he fell for you. In his mind you were all his and nobody else’s. “god I could take you away and never bring you back. Make you my little kook princess,” he thought. You were all he thought about. Every second. Every minute. Every hour. Day and night.

It was the next day and Rafe had been out all night doing business. When he reaches his front door he sees a hard drive lying on the ground. “What the hell,” he thought. When he picks it up to get a good look his eyes widen at what he sees. There was a pink note taped to it. “For my obsessive stalker, enjoy!”

Rafe quickly went upstairs to his room. Locked his door and put the hard drive into his computer. He was shocked by what he saw. His cock instantly bulging in his pants.

That night you were feeling unbelievably horny and a little bit risky. The clocked ticked as you laid in bed. You tried to sleep it off but it wasn’t working. The more your pussy started to throb the more you thought about Rafe and you knew you had to do something.

You go down to the basement to find your families old cam recorder. The one that they used to film family trips and holidays on but it was no use anymore. As you tip toe back up into your room you set the camera right in front of you.

Rafe begins to take his pants off. Rubbing his hard cock. You begin to strip. First your shirt, that showed the outline of your perfect tits. Then you laid back on the bed spreading your legs revealing the wet spot on your painties. “Do you see what you do to me Rafey? You make me so incredibly horny.” You slowly start to take them off and your folds are just glistening. “Such a perfect little pussy,” he said to himself. You began to slowly rub your clit. Biting your lip to keep quiet. Your back arched as you rubbed your nipples with your other free hand. Letting out some of the most beautiful moans he’s ever heard. You spread your pussy open letting him examine it with his eyes. “Can’t wait for you to stretch me out Rafe. I can’t wait to feel your cock inside of me.” You say in that sweet voice that makes his cock throb. The way your pussy pulsates makes him so weak in the head. He couldn’t lie. This was better than any porn he’s ever watched. This felt better than any girl he’s ever fucked. He was completely pussy whipped. You began to slowly fuck yourself. Then speeding up. “I wish this was your cock Rafe. I need you so so so bad. I don’t want anyone else,” you say in between breathy moans as your pussy makes wet squeaky sounds. He chuckled to himself when he heard you say that. “I know princess. I-I want to stretch you out so bad. Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you.” He watched as your chest started rising and falling fast. As your voice became more high pitched. As cum started leaking out of your pussy. It was enough to send him beyond over the edge. He started bucking his hips. Fucking his hand. His eyes closed shut and his mouth open letting out whimpers and moans. His eyes open when he hears your sheets rustling and you giggling on the other side of the screen. “That was fun! I’ll see you soon. Bye Rafey!” You blow a kiss to the screen and then it turns off. “Soon. What does she mean by soon,” he thought.

[lavndrmy]

Mars Signs Observations (Apocalypse Edition)🗡💥

⚡Aries Mars: Yeah they energy is all there physically and mentally these ppl are cool and aggressive the type I would bring to a bear fight or zombie apocalypse they probably the one who got the biggest killed they always prepare to fight but yeah they need to chill once in a while 😂 overall 9/10

⚡Taurus Mars: they're okay its just they always get lazy sometimes it kinda pissed me off? but yeah when they actually do something they give they all the type to have all the food stocks ready but I can always count them in on zombie apocalypse just please don't be slow or you'll get us killed 👀 overall 6/10

⚡Gemini Mars: nah yeah they got all the brain and multiple of tabs in their head so far this is the strategy planner the type who got all the maps memorize and ready the type to find a way out I would probably want them as a driver they probably uses knifes non firearm weapons in a fight yeah they proabably can slice things up 🔪 overall 7/10

⚡Cancer Mars: the caring and most loving these people are the ones who will protect their loved ones in an apocalapse and the one who will include everyone that is left out the type to save someone even if that person has been biten by zombies yeah bad idea bro yall care too much which will ruin us 😭 overall 5/10

⚡Leo Mars: they okay just don't get too much pride in the way the type to find a zombies just cause they bored lol probably the fun one in a group and a LOUD one that talked too much yeah yall get us killed just in days the apocalypse just started but yeah they can fight a good fight 🔥 overall 8/10

⚡Virgo Mars: yeah the freaks probably the one who got all the med kits and food supplies ready everything ready the types to treat someone that been injured or in critical condition they make sure no one is infected but yeah they can't fight for sure but in groups they probably can last long 😂 overall 7/10

⚡Libra Mars: probably the good looking ones out of the survivors but yeah its the apocalypse no one cares the type to still take good care of themselves and bring peace to the group and make sure they look good while they fight yeah no we aint got no time for that and probably can't fight 💋 overall 5/10

⚡Scorpio Mars: the OG the one and only most combative and strategic stealth stalker my fellow scorpio mars all in one yeah we probably can fight till the end badass type of fighter probably has all types of weapon in possession the type to solo survive the apocalypse their survival skills are top tier 🔥 overall 10/10

⚡Sagittarius Mars: yeah this mf can fight they actually have a lot of energy and stamina the one who can keep up and put up a good fight probably the cool looking one while they fight the one who keeps a zombie as a pet or probably torture them for fun 😂 overall 7/10

⚡Capricorn Mars: yeah the group leader the one to lead the group and survives till the end probably will keep you safe and have everything planned out every place secure and safe from any harm probably have the hero mindset in them the one who sacrifices for the sake of the group 👑 overall 10/10

⚡Aquarius Mars: yeah nah not the survival type probably will survives after the apocalapse end lol just kidding they probably the type to keep all the electronic working and the computer working or radio but yeah they can't fight probably become an archer if they are given the options of weapon 🎯 overall 6/10

⚡Pisces Mars: yeah no just no 3 days into the apocalypse yall probably already dead the first one to be infected 😂 overall 4/10

[pboogerswbb]

SO IT GOES - chapter 16

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: TREY, minor injury, language, drinking, violence, ptsd, angst, not proofread Wordcount: 7K A/C: and if i tell you i debated between this song and cruel summer by taylor swift for this chapter lmao. anyway... my apologies in advance i love y'all

Before London

Smoothing over my dark brown sheath dress I watch the elevator ascend each floor. 10, 11, 13, 14 - finally 15 and with a ding the doors open. My heels clack on the marble, echoing around the floor as I walk assertively along the hallway, holding my black leather purse on my shoulder. Finally I come to the right door. 

Linda Halford Managing Media Director Dallas Wings

Allowing myself one deep breath, I exhale to compose myself before knocking on the door. Linda had called me last night, interrupting the carefully planned moment I had prepared myself to finally read. One thing I knew for sure was that impromptu meetings with the boss rarely meant anything good.

Maybe she had seen the countless fan edits of me and Paige, the comments under posts and the clips filmed by other people - the lingering gazes and gentle touches we thought we were keeping hidden. It turns out not being able to show care and tenderness to those you love takes a lot of brain power. I wasn’t strong enough, my body pulled to her like a magnet. It wasn’t on purpose when I stood next to her and leaned my shoulder against hers. And I knew it wasn’t on purpose when Paige walked by me and her hand lingered on my lower back, brushed against my fingers. But all of this the fans had noticed. We had become their favourite subject of study. It felt as if millions of eyes were on us constantly. And I guess technically they were.

“Izara, hello, always so stylish,” Linda gives me a rare smile, letting me into her office. I had never been in there before and from what I’d heard, not many others had either. 

“Hey Linda,” I smile. It didn’t bother me anymore that she used my name. I had gotten used to it. Linda did what she wanted, she had no interest in pleasing you and in a city that was overly warm and nice all the time I appreciated it.

“Please, have a seat,” she says seriously. I follow her to the desk, carefully sitting down on the black leather and pulling out my calendar, assuming optimistically that this would be some sort of posting schedule discussion. “No, no, you won’t be needing your calendar.”

“Oh, right,” I mumble, gulping as I put it down with my bag on the ground. 

For a moment Linda merely looks at me with an impression I can not read for the life of me.

“Gosh, how will I get all my employees to dress like you,” she smiles - her attempt at a joke.

“I would rather not see Trey in a dress like this,” I joke to lighten the mood and to my surprise the older woman laughs.

“You’re correct, very much so,” she grins, opening a folder. My folder full of evaluations and content I had produced. “So, you’ve been here for a little over three months. How are you enjoying Dallas in july?”

“It’s very warm,” I immediately respond, already feeling the stickiness on my back grow. “People are very nice.”

“It’s tiring sometimes, isn’t it? The niceness.”

I’m surprised by her frankness. “Definitely.”

“But you’ve liked working here?”

“Yes,” I reply without hesitation. And it was true. My old office job paid more, was more steady, the hours were better. But being on the road with the team, getting to be a part of a community had become much more important to me. I preferred it this way. “I love it.”

Linda smiles slightly. “It shows. I called you in because you have absolutely exceeded our expectations.”

“I have?” I ask, shocked. Was Linda praising me?

She nods proudly, scrolling through the media statistics on her computer. “Absolutely. And I will admit, I have a soft spot on you.”

I correct my posture, surprised by what I’m hearing. I didn’t think Linda would have a soft spot on anyone. In my head she didn’t even have a soft spot on her husband.

“My colleagues did not want to hire you when we were looking for a content producer. You were too young and inexperienced, but I saw something in you,” she explains, looking into my eyes. “Guts. You had a comfortable, well paying job and you wanted more. That takes courage. I appreciate that. You flipped your whole life around to come here.”

That was probably the first time anyone’s ever told me I have guts. I was always being told I was too careful, that I should take more chances, yet when I told my family I was moving to Dallas they told me I was being stupid, careless. It felt good to get that validation from someone. Izara Chopra has guts, everyone. Who would’ve thought. 

“So, what are your plans for the future? Where do you see yourself in five years?” Linda asks, leaning forward in her power suit. Quite honestly this might have been the first time in ten years where I didn’t have a five year plan which both terrified and exhilarated me.

“Let me be frank, I don’t really know,” I admit. “I love it in Dallas, I would definitely love to stay in America, perhaps even get to work in a few more places around here. On the west coast, maybe?”

Linda nods, a surprising friendliness on her face. “I see. Well, the media teams are really connected, I would be sad to see you go but I’m sure after a couple years I could get you a position for the Sparks or the Valkyries.”

My eyes widen as I listen. In a couple years? Does that mean…?

“Maybe go elsewhere for a season, see what you like, return here and we find a higher-ranking position for you. Now maybe I shouldn’t say this but I could see you taking over my position Izara,” Linda continues casually.

“S-so you’d like me back for the next season?” I ask surprised.

Linda chuckles, nodding as if it were obvious. “Oh of course! I think after next season we could be talking about a permanent move to the states? If that’s something you’d like?”

I feel dumbfounded, unable to speak, blinking at the older woman stupidly. Get a grip and say something, my gosh. 

“Yes! I would very much like that,” I gasp. Linda smiles and offers me her hand. I reach over and shake it, both our handshakes as firm as each other’s.

“That’s what I like to hear. I’ll make sure you’re part of the team next season myself.”

-

It’s like the crowd is closing in as I thread the ball between my legs. It’s okay though, because we’re leading by 12 points and Olivia Miles has that look on her face that says I’m getting under her skin. Good. 

The tension between us had quickly become a media narrative. Angel Reece and Caitlin Clark all over again. Except I shut that racist shit down real quick. I respected Liv, I did. And I know she respected me. But there was a lot unsaid between us - I felt jealous of her solid start to the season and how quickly she had adapted to the league, she on the other hand was growing resentful over the way my name had become a serious contender for ROTY. It put pressure on her, which was making her lose her composure. It was making every block personal, every foul call, every made three felt like salt in an open wound. And then the game would be over and we’d have to rewatch the clips and answer questions about our ”rivalry” over and over, just building on that underlying frustration even more.

Arike was teaching me that it was okay to get mad and frustrated. That losing my composure wasn’t always a bad thing. But it went against the UConn way, and it felt impossible to let that go. Except today, too much irritation had built inside me turning into a level of drive I hadn’t felt in a while.

Feeling cocky over our lead, I dribble the ball to the arc and merely shoot over Miles. The swat of her hand taps my wrist, alerting the shot. The ball hits the rim. Expectantly I turn to the ref who merely begins jogging the other way.

”Bro what the fuck?” I yell mostly to myself. Arike taps me on the shoulder as she jogs past me - an attempt to ground me and to let it go. But all game this one particular ref had looked the other way, allowed the players - particularly Miles, to hold onto my jersey, flicking her hand all over my face, slapping at my arms from every direction. Not a single whistle. It felt like UConn all over again. Except I didn’t have my patience, and it was starting to get on my nerves.

Groaning and throwing my head back like a petulant child, I run after Miles, guarding her to the best of my ability. Just seeing her face was enough to piss me off. I needed to get a stop. I needed to get this ball from her.

Finding an opportunity, I get the steal. I begin my race to the basket with Olivia at my feet, breathing down my neck. Speeding up, I curve to the right hoping to find someone to pass quickly when Miles bumps into me. Hard.

I don’t know what happens, feeling my body hit the floor followed by my head slamming against the hardwood. My ears ring when Olivia’s body crashes on top of mine, her elbow digging into my ribs. The pain explodes into anger. And it’s enough to make me snap.

Pushing Miles off of me, she quickly gets pulled up by her teammates. I rise just as fast, and in a haze of emotion and pain I charge at Olivia, my chest heaving as I shove her shoulder. It’s as if in slow motion when she turns to me and tries to shove back but her teammates get to her first, holding her back. 

“What the fuck’s your problem?” Liv yells, only making me angrier. The refs run to us, my team suddenly surrounding me and holding me back as I try to shake free. 

“Paige, yo,” Satou tries grounding me but it’s no use. And I hear the shrill of the whistle. And I already know it without even looking up.

“The first technical foul of her career to Paige Bueckers. Certainly won’t be the last as composed and poised of a player as she is.”

“Fucking shit,” I groan again, seeing Chris in the sidelines shaking his head and looking up disapprovingly. Someone’s holding Arike back too, who’s cussing at Miles from behind my back. I taste something metallic in my mouth. I finally notice the throbbing pain in my nose, I wipe it to notice blood that’s been dripping down my nose, to my jaw and neck.

“Bueckers,” Chris yells, waving me over. I’m trembling with anger, mixed with pain and aching all over my body and the stickiness of the sweat dripping all over me. I jog over, not even looking at him. “Get that taken care of,” he mumbles as I walk past, but doesn’t pat me on the shoulder like he usually does. It hurts. Geno being done with you happened on the daily, he was in a constant mode of always disappointed. But Chris? It was rare. And I had let him down. If it just wasn’t for those damn whistles.

I sit down at the end of the bench, watching the girls try to calm down Arike on the court. I probably would’ve found her anger amusing if I wasn’t so pissed off myself. Leaning my head back, I grab the tissues being handed to me, holding them to my nose. Fucking shit. I got a tech. Holy fuck. I got a tech. Me.

A hand reaches to give me a bottle of water from behind me, placing a towel on my shoulder. I’m near to snapping when I recognise the familiar, low but soft voice.

“Hey.”

Turning my head I see Izzie, handing me fresh tissues while collecting the bloody ones for the medical team.

“You a watergirl now?” I ask in a dry voice, though it was becoming harder and harder to maintain my anger, her soothing presence immediately calming me. Iz chuckles.

“Is it broken?” She asks. I immediately shake my head.

“We haven’t checked yet,” a lady from the medical team points out, but I just shake my head.

“It’s fine, can I go back in?”

“We’ll have to check fi-”

“It’s fine. I’ma go back in,” I mumble and stand up - or I’m about to when Izzie sits me back down sternly by my shoulder. Of course I’m stronger than her, but saying no to her was hard. Impossible, even.

“Let them check,” she leans down and whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Defiantly, I lower the tissue and allow them to check. “Good girl.”

It was all worth letting her win just to hear that.

-

“Go interview her,” Trey pokes my side, pointing at Gabby Williams talking to the press post-game. “Why not?”

I’m more concerned about Paige and her nose, that was indeed not broken but her temper was running high today nevertheless. I kept glancing over my shoulder to make sure she wasn’t getting involved in anything bad or making stupid decisions. 

“Zari,” Trey whispers, shoving me playfully. “Let’s go.”

“What do I ask?” I mumble as the man technically shoves me in her direction.

“I dunno but Linda wanted us to start getting clips of other players too.”

I sigh, searching for any type of angle in my head when we get to the woman. I line up behind the other press nervously, waiting patiently for my turn when Gabby merely turns to me with a coy smile, skipping all the men in front of her waiting to ask questions.

“Hi Gabby, Izara from the Dallas Wings media team,” I introduce myself, Trey filming behind me.

“Hey, I remember seeing you before. You wore those boots last time we played you!” She grins, gazing down at me. “I was gonna come compliment you but I couldn’t find you.”

Oh yeah, the time Paige dragged me into a storage room and fucked me.

I chuckle a little, feeling heat spread to my cheeks at her comment. “Oh, thank you. I just wanted to ask you a question regarding Paige - We all saw the moment between Olivia and Paige in the third, what was your perspective on that exchange?”

“Wow, professional,” she chuckles, looking at the ground before meeting my gaze again. Her eyes are surprisingly intense as Gabby thinks of her answer. “Um, I mean those two have been motivating each other to be better and I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Off the court they’re great friends but sometimes things just get heated in basketball.”

I nod at her answer, never moving my eyes away from her. I always knew she was beautiful but there was something truly breathtaking about her in person. 

“Paige is known for her composure and poise on the court, did it surprise you to see that shift today?” I ask. Gabby just grins and shrugs.

“Not really, I knew it would be coming and one of them would snap at some point. She does have great poise but it’s good to see her letting go of that a little bit. I hope she’s not beating herself up for it,” she answers.

I chuckle a little, thinking of my next question. “What do you think Coach Auriemma is thinking right now?”

Gabby laughs heartily at this. “Honestly, probably just shaking his head and sending Paige some carefully chosen words.”

“Thank you so much,” I smile at the woman.

“I like your accent,” she smiles with a sparkle in her eye, looking me up and down subtly but not subtly enough where I don’t notice, before jogging off. She was flirting with me? She definitely was. Great. Like I needed the day to be more eventful.

Feeling slightly flustered I look around for my girlfriend, hoping she didn’t see. With her temper today, she didn’t need the added stress. As flattering as the flirting was, I was completely Paige’s. Even after the incident.

We hadn’t talked about it, matter of fact I made sure not to bring it up. I was becoming more and more convinced that she didn’t even remember saying those three words. It was a spur of the moment thing. It didn’t mean anything, she didn’t mean what she said. I knew that much. But just in case it wasn’t a one time thing, neither of us had touched the strap ever since those words. Actually we hadn’t really had sex at all ever since. I knew it was just an accident in the heat of the moment. It had to be. Because I didn’t know what I’d do if it wasn’t.

-

“Why don’t we just stay home bro?” I whine, sitting in our cab and staring out the window in my jean shorts and black sports bra, a white button-down thrown carelessly on to cover my arms.

“Because you need to blow off some steam Paige,” Izara scoffs, her nails tapping against the screen of her phone as she edits a TikTok video for the team. “And do not call me bro.”

“But I just wanna stay in,” I continue whining, pulling my pants down just enough for my boxers to peek out, hoping it would drive the woman beside me crazy. But she doesn’t even lift up her gaze. “You haven’t given me attention all day!”

Izzie rolls her eyes, waving me off by her hand. “I’ll give you attention when I’m done with this.”

“Ugh,” I groan dramatically, crossing my arms over my chest. It wasn’t even true. She had been taking care of me for an hour after the game, cooing at my poor achy nose, kissing on it, getting me ice and tissues. But it wasn’t the kind of attention I wanted. I needed her. She wasn’t wrong - I needed to blow off steam. Just not with alcohol. I needed her sitting on my face

It doesn’t help that it’s so hot and humid I want to die, my skin already sticky even though I showered an hour ago. What’s making it worse is she looks gorgeous in a white, skin hugging dress against her golden, glowing skin, natural waves falling down her back. Worst of all it had been over a week since we had sex and it wasn’t like us at all. But I knew I had been acting off, ever since the incident. I had been more distant, scared those words might slip out again, just as naturally as they did when I was buried inside her.

I don’t think she even heard the words, it was overwhelming - the sensations, the groaning, the skin slapping against one another. She probably didn’t hear a word. I’m sure if she had we would’ve had a discussion about it. Izzie loved to talk everything through. And I loved that about her. So I was 98% certain she didn’t hear me.

Still, the fear that she might’ve heard lingered, looming over me like a storm cloud. If she had heard she clearly didn’t want to talk about it or those three words. The idea of that filled me with dread. Because it would mean she didn’t feel the same. That I had become a fool in love who’s with a girl that won’t love me back. Because I did. Love her.

“Okay,” Izzie sighs, putting her phone down and finally meeting my gaze. “Done. Hi baby.”

“Hey,” I murmur back, reaching for her hands.

“How’s your nose?” She asks gently, her thumb stroking my palm.

“Achy,” I pout and blink at Izara. “I think it needs kissies.”

The girl rolls her eyes but with a smile, leans in and places a soft kiss on the bridge of my nose. “Better?” She whispers, fluttering her lashes at me.

“Mm, not yet mama,” I murmur, pulling her back in by the back of her head, guiding the girl to my lips this time. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated as our mouths clash. My free hand falls down her side to her bare thigh, fingertips digging the skin. Izzie sighs, breathing heavy into my mouth as we pull up to the club, the car stopping.

“I miss you,” I whisper. And she knows exactly what I mean.

“I miss you too,” Iz whimpers, pulling back to look around. “Let’s take care of that when we get home, okay? Just keep it in your pants till then.”

I nod, but it’s hard. Not just because I want her, but because I need her to want me the way I want her. Exhaling heavily, I lean back and dig out my card to pay the driver. Tonight would be torture, having to pretend to be just friends, ignoring the ache between my thighs.

-

The alcohol flowing through my blood is bringing heat to my cheeks, making my cheeks even redder. The club feels sticky, humid and hot. I hold the dirty shirley against my sweaty neck, the condensation dripping down between my breasts. The bottle girls giggle in my ear as they bring in bottles of champagne and buckets of ice to our reserved table, dressed in skintight clothes and micro shorts. I barely notice though, my blue eyes locked on Izara.

She’s sparkling, laughing animatedly as she speaks to Lala on the opposite side of the large table. It was my idea to sit apart from each other, but my God was it hard to remember why right now.

“Yoo, big P!” Trey grins as he scooches to sit next to me, dapping me up. I smile out of politeness, glancing at the man. Big P? Seriously?

“Hey Trey,” I mumble, sipping on the cold drink. “It’s so damn hot,” I complain, fanning myself.

“Tell me ‘bout it,” he agrees, manspreading as wide as I was underneath the table. The smell of his cologne hits my nostrils, already giving me a headache. “The refs today… Man. Unbelievable.”

I chuckle to myself. This might have been the most words he’d ever said to me. Maybe it had always had more to do with me avoiding him than Trey avoiding me. Either way I had a sudden feeling he was after something.

“Yeah, at least the nose isn’t broken so,” I reply, my perfect view of Izzie momentarily disrupted as a bottle girl walks by me with a tray full of shots. The dark haired girl notices the small glasses lining the table, clapping excitedly. I can’t help but laugh, watching her face brightening up the entire club. No one else existed - only her.

“Shots y’all!” She said in a surprisingly American way, reaching over the table to hand one to everyone.

“To Trey,” she smiles, sliding one to the man. “And to Paige.” I meet her green eyes, my heart fluttering at the joyous smile spread across her lips. Our fingers linger as I grab the shot, licking my lips as she leans over the table to get closer to me.

“Thanks,” I mumble softly, causing Izara’s cheeks to redden even more than they already had.

“You’re welcome,” she grins flirtatiously before grabbing one herself.

“Cheers to, uh,” she starts, clearly unsure what she was going to say. But it didn’t freak her out as it usually did, no she was happy to mumble up her words, to mess up a little. “To basketball..?”

Everyone bursts into laughter, Izzie included. I watch as she throws her head back, face twisting as the alcohol makes its way down her throat. Everyone follows, but not me. I can only watch her, toying with the shot glass between my fingertips.

“Goddamn,” Trey mutters beside me. “She sure is fine, huh? You ever notice?” I don’t need to even look at him to know who he’s talking about. Izzie. My Izzie. The Izzie I loved.

Grinding my teeth together a sudden burst of anger sizzles in my veins, trying to take over. 

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I murmur angrily, downing the shot to numb my nerves.

Trey keeps watching Izzie in adoration. I wanna strangle him. Instead, I opt for picking at my cuticles. Deep breaths Paige. The taste in my mouth turns metallic as I draw blood from my cheeks that I’m chewing on to calm down.

“High-maintenance for sure but for that face,” he grins, shaking his head as if in disbelief, “that body. She’s a knockout. Worth it.”

Arike, who had been listening to the conversation, grabs my arm before I get the chance to kill him and pulls me with her.

“More drinks Paige,” she doesn’t ask, but commands, making me follow after her. I inhale the cologne free air by the bar, feeling my temper easing up with each exhale.

-

“I would kill for some nic right now,” I groan mostly to myself, thinking back to the nights of being 16 and sneaking out of the house to drink cheap beer and smoke cigarettes at Parliament hill, watching over the entire view of London. Okay, I only did that once, but it was still a fond memory. Cigarettes were my vice, a single glass of wine enough to get me craving one - though I had much more alcohol in me than a glass of wine right now.

I could feel it in the ease I felt, not overthinking my behaviour, not calculating the things I said, the way I looked. But I also felt it in the way my body wanted to be close to Paige. I craved to feel her. I couldn’t wait for later, my core already aching for my girlfriend. But then a sudden dread washes over me. What if she says those words again? Or worse? What if she means them?

“I have a vape on me,” Trey, who had made his way to the seat next to me offers, nodding towards the smoking area. 

I look around the table to look for the familiar blonde, only to find her engaged in discussion with Lou and Satou. She was so weird about Trey, convinced that my friend had something more than honourable intentions. I knew she was just jealous, though.

“Okay, sure,” I smile to the man, following after him. You would think that the slight drop in temperature would’ve been a nice change but the humidity was making up for it, causing sweat droplets to form down my thighs.

“It’s so hot,” I scoff, pushing my natural waves off my sticky face. “I feel like my makeup’s melting off my face.”

“I think you look beautiful,” Trey chuckles, finding a more quiet, desolate spot on the rooftop. “Don’t need all that stuff on your face.”

I want to groan, to roll my eyes. I hated when men gave backhanded compliments like that. “Thanks Trey,” I mumble, finishing my vodka soda. The man pulls out a vape out of his pocket, handing it to my first.

“Ladies first,” he grins, his warm fingertips brushing against mine as I grab it from his hands. I notice the goosebumps forming up his arms, causing the hair to rise. Must be the breeze.

“What a gentleman,” I joke, exhaling the sweet smelling smoke. 

“Always,” Trey says, his voice more serious. “Speaking of being a gentleman, actually…”

I furrow my brows, taking a few more puffs before handing the vape back to Trey. He looks uncharacteristically nervous, downing his drink with shaky hands, looking down at the ground.

“You okay?” I ask, placing a caring hand on his forearm. The man calms down, raising his brown eyes to mine.

“Yeah, just… I mean everyone’s expecting it right?” He says. Expecting what?

Trey reads my confused expression, chuckling awkwardly. “I mean just, I dunno Izzie-”

Izzie? He never called me Izzie? He wasn’t allowed to.

“I’ve been thinking for a long time how to do this,” he mumbles nervously. “Part of me just wanted to dive in and take a chance and do something reckless-”

What the hell is he talking about? Feeling uneasy, I shift on my feet just slightly.

“So I waited for a sign. And you’ve been giving me plenty but I just needed to be a gentleman, and I have been,” he takes a deep breath and entangles his fingers with mine before I can react. “But I’m tired of waiting, Iz,” he exhales shakily.

“It’s been months and I think it’s time we take this to the next level, whatchu say baby?”

Baby? Hold on, what is going on?

“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever met,” his large hand presses against my jaw, holding it in place. I feel frozen, still utterly, entirely, confused. “I’ve been dying to taste these lips.”

With that, the man begins to lean in. He’s trying to kiss me. Trey is trying to kiss me.

In shock, I pull my hand away and push him off by his shoulder. At the same time, with Arike and Lou at her heels, Paige charges at the man, pushing him harder. I blink stupidly, my drunken brain attempting to follow what is going on. My stomach churns, bubbles forming in my gut, the taste of vodka lingering on my tongue.

Paige is furious, Arike standing between the two. Trey’s eyes are wide, clearly confused. Oh dear God what is Paige doing? She’s causing a scene. She’s making it clear to everyone it wasn’t already clear to. Suddenly I sober up enough to panic, reaching for the blonde.

“Don’t fucking touch her. Did she ask you to touch her? Ion fucking think so,” Paige is shouting at the man over Arike. Fucking shit.

“Paige,” I murmur, pulling on her arm. She doesn’t notice. “Paige!” I yell over her voice. Finally, her blue, livid eyes turn to me. A sudden wave of fear washes over, reminiscent of Jasper. For a second I think they look the same. But Paige’s face quickly softens as she turns to me. 

“I think it’s best we head home buddy,” Arike taps the man on the shoulder, walking him away from us. The people around us have their heads turned, curious about the cause of the screaming fit. I can’t touch her. I shouldn’t. But before I think it further Paige is hugging me, pulling me into her. The others leave us alone on the rooftop.

”I’ma kill him,” Paige murmurs into my ear. ”I fucking knew it. I’m gonna kill him.”

”Paige, calm down please,” I tell the girl, feeling the heaving of her chest against me. The blonde pulls back, her nostrils flared with anger. I need to find a distraction. Now.

”C’mon baby, let’s go dance,” I say, slurring my words. The blonde shakes her head, holding me possessively. 

”C’mon be a good girl,” I coo, pulling her with me by the belt hoops on her shorts. The words work their magic, my girlfriend following behind me. We drunkenly stumble to the dancefloor, finding familiar faces - Lou, Arike and Lala and other members of the Wings staff except Trey nowhere to be found.

”Yoooo, guys c’mere!” Arike yells over the thumping music, waving us over. Finally, a smile on Paige’s face she follows me, pushing through groups of people.

”Thanks man,” Paige says to Arike, leaning in to hug her. Lala grabs my arm to get my attention.

”Everything okay?” She asks maternally, glancing at the blonde behind me.

”Yeah, everything’s okay,” I smile back just wanting to forget about everything. ”I just wanna dance.”

”Ah my baby!” Lala grins, wrapping me into a tight hug and beginning to dance with me, her arms on my waist. I giggle out loud, throwing my head back. 

”Oh keep doin’ that,” Arike chuckles, watching me and Lala dancing, our bodies moving to the beat together. Peaking over my shoulder I find Paige too staring, with that lopsided grin on her face.

”Aight enough,” Paige chuckles and grabs me by my hips harshly, pulling me to her. I could tell the day’s events had made her possessive.

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater long as my bitches love me

The group gasps at the song blasting around the club. I giggle and face Paige. Her hands find their rightful place at my waist, both of us too gone to care about our surroundings, and the entire group too drunk to remind us.

Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied, And all she eat is dick, She's on a strict diet, that's my baby

Paige and I rap the lyrics to each other, wide smiles stretched across our faces as my hands reach around her shoulders. With my inhibitions lowered, I nuzzle my nose into her sticky neck, lips brushing against the salty skin.

With no makeup she a ten, And she the best with that head

Paige’s hand grabs my hair harshly, pulling me face to face with her. No one around us seems to be surprised by the way we were on each other. I guess it had always been obvious to everyone.

She said, "I never wanna make you mad, I just wanna make you proud", I said, "Baby, just make me cum, Then don't make a sound"

I word the lyrics to my girlfriend, my normally catlike eyes round and needy. A sudden overwhelming hunger for her was coming over. It burned my skin, made my throat dry. I needed to taste her on my lips, now. 

Paige feels it too. Her lips hover over mine, low blue eyes locked onto my face. Her hand drags along my dress, from my waist to my hips, all the way down to my ass sending sparks along the way. I whimper into her open mouth, Paige’s hand kneading the skin of my ass. I move my hips with hers, grinding. I feel her everywhere, overwhelmingly so.

She wake up, eat this dick, Call that breakfast in bed, 69, 96

Paige’s lips hover over mine, her hand on my ass pulling me impossibly closer. I’m fully flush against her, the smell of alcohol everywhere and the flashing lights painting us in a rainbow of colours.

I feel her heartbeat, I chest to chest with this bitch

She mouths the words against my lips, and I swear I haven’t ever wanted anyone more. Completely unaware of my surroundings, of everything that wasn’t Paige, I’m about to kiss her when she spins me around by my hips, pulling my back into her front.

Now turn around, face down, I'm arrestin' this bitch

Paige’s hand presses me down just slightly, other hand gripping my hips and pulling me into her. It’s overwhelming, the way she’s grinding her hips into me. I know exactly what she’s thinking about - something involving me and a strap, bent over in front of her.

“Goddamn ma,” Paige hisses as I grind my ass against her. Pulling me up by my hair, I rise and feel the blonde begin to kiss my ear as if no one else exists but us. Her lips glide against my neck and I can’t take it anymore. Turning back around, pull her into a kiss by her chain, our lips colliding passionately. It lights a fire between my thighs, her lips tasting like grenadine and vodka. This is all I could ever want. Maybe that’s what love was always about.

It all happens in a flash. A stranger stumbles pass, makes a comment I don’t hear over the music pounding into my ear. I feel a harsh hand groping my hip, an unwelcome presence pressing into my back. Before I even realise what’s happening, Paige is pushing me aside and throwing a punch at a man I had never seen before in my life. 

“Paige! Bro!” Arike and Lou grab the blonde, but the man is already holding his jaw in pain.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” The man screams. “Fucking dyke.”

The group freezes, everyone looking at each other. Before we know it, Paige charges at the man again, now barely being held back by Arike who’s screaming at the man as well. 

“Stop!” I scream, grabbing the blonde’s arm but she shakes me off a little too hard in a drunken haze, making me stumble backwards.

“Paige,” Lala says sternly, grabbing hold of me. I suddenly felt much more sober, my need quickly bursting into anger, frustration and fear. I wasn’t good around angry people. I could feel my limbs turning to jello, my legs trembling. 

“I’m going home,” I simply say, turning to leave the club. Whether Paige follows me or not, I don’t care as I push through the groups of people, leaving the fight behind me. Tears burn my eyes, my hands shaking as I step into the Dallas evening, begging for any relief the evening breeze might give me. It doesn’t.

-

“Paige!” Lala grabs my arm hard, her acrylics scratching my skin. “Zari left!”

Hearing her name pulls me out of my rage. It’s still there, but subsided by the realisation of how I had behaved in front of Izzie of all people. 

“Fucking shit,” I groan, rubbing my face. “I’m so drunk.”

Lou pats my shoulder. “Let’s get you some water.”

“No,” I shake my head. “I gotta go find Iz.”

Without a word of goodbye I leave, begging to God she isn't gone. I curse at the elevator moving way too slowly, forcing me to come face to face with myself in the mirror. My face is red and sweaty, a red spill on my white button up. I pull it off, leaving me in a sports bra and jean shorts.

She’s standing there with her arms crossed, waiting for a cab to arrive. Her bloodshot eyes watch the cars driving by, the slight breeze making her waves dance. 

“Ma,” I approach her carefully. Getting closer I can tell that she’s shaking. “Hey, Iz,” I comfort, reaching to warm her up only to feel the heat on her skin. She’s not cold - she’s scared.

“Don’t,” she pushes my hand away, lower lip trembling. My heart breaks. 

The cab pulls up, the driver standing up to open the door for Izara.

“Lemme ride with you,” I plead, ignoring the funny ache in my chest. 

“No,” Izzie says sternly, sliding into her seat. I grab hold of the door, chasing the girl’s gaze.

“Please Iz. I fucked up. I dunno what’s wrong with me. Just please. I’ll be quiet the whole ride home okay?”

The dark haired girl rubs her bloodshot eyes, shrugging.

“Whatever.”

-

We ride in silence, save for the low hum of 80s music from the front seat. Suddenly, Izzie sniffles beside me. Turning my head, I notice she’s crying. I did that. I made her scared, I fucking made her cry. I loved her and I made her cry.

My eyes burn as I watch her staring out the window, facing away from me. A tear rolls down my cheek. When did everything become so hard? So complicated? Sometimes I thought to myself Izzie was just making it all more difficult than it needed to be. All these secrets and lies were eating us apart. I wanted her to be mine, I wanted to kiss her and not worry about who might be filming, I wanted to take her to events with me and not worry about what everyone might say. I just wanted her. I was sick of being a secret, of keeping us hidden away. Why was the only way I could have her to hide us from the rest of the world? It didn’t seem fair.

We pull up to the apartment building, and I pay in silence. Waiting for her to climb out after me, I stand still wiping the tears from my eyes. Her face is puffy and red from the crying. She’s still refusing to meet my gaze.

“Iz,” I whisper into the night. “Look at me, please.”

“I don’t want to,” she says, her voice shakier than I’d ever heard.

I sigh as we stand on the sidewalk in front of the doors of the building. She’s staring into the ground, shifting her weight on her feet.

“I’m so fucking sorry okay, I am,” I cry out, reaching for her. She flinches. “Izzie, please. I would never, ever hurt you. Please.”

Izara brings her hands to her face, hiding as she cries into her palms. I wanna grab her, to hold her, but even as drunk as I was I knew she needed her space right now. There was however a nagging feeling deep in my abdomen, telling me this wasn’t just about tonight.

“Izzie, just talk to me. You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“I know,” Iz explodes, finally lowering her hands. Her face is wet with tears, making her skin glisten in the night. “I don’t know what to do.”

I can’t keep it in. Not anymore.

“Yeah, cause this ain’t just about the fight,” I point out. I knew she had heard me. No way she hadn’t. She knew exactly that I had told her I loved her.

“Paige, stop,” she pleads, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Tears spill from my eyes as I realise I was right. I had to phase it. I couldn’t keep it in.

“I love you. Okay? That’s it. I said it. I love you Iz. And maybe to you that’s the worst thing in the world,” I cry out. “But I love you dammit.”

Izzie freezes, her eyes finally meeting my gaze. Terror, confusion, pain.

“No,” she shakes her head. “Not now Paige.”

And I can only watch as she walks in, my heart breaking into a million pieces as I let her go.

-

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𓆩♡𓆪 Unrequited synastry can be seen with vertex making hard aspects to the moon. Since vertex is an angular placement, it will be felt by the vertex person. The vertex person is affected by the planet person more bc they are the source of energy that the vertex is being activated with. With a moon square vertex for example, the moon person will provoke deep emotions out of the vertex person simply because they activate this energy from them. They feel more because that energy is invoked out of them, causing intense emotions.

It reminds me of this for some reason:🧍🏾‍♀️-> > >🧍🏾‍♀️ Basically the person on the left (moon person) naturally projecting their energy onto the person on the right (vertex person) and the vx taking it all in and becoming heavily affected. You can tell a bit how that vertex angle can be a bit one sided ***I really hope you understand this interpretation lol this is just how my brain computes things for me to understand it. I hope it helps

𓆩♡𓆪 Another unrequited aspect could be Neptune Square/Opposition to mercury. This can show lies and deception being told by the Neptune person. Communication exchanged between the two can be very hazy and difficult to understand, as if you never know where you stand with this person and words are easily misinterpreted and taken the wrong way. There's feeling as if you can't completely let your guard down or trust this person, for fear that they may be lying to you.

** experiencing synastry with mercury in the 12th can feel the same way.

S/N, please let me know if you guys want a whole post on my observations/opinions of unrequited synastry in a chart. I have a lot of ideas on this so tell me if that is something you would be interested in ;)

𓆩♡𓆪 Keep in mind when looking at synastry aspects, that the aspects with 6 degrees or tighter are really the ones you need to really be paying attention to. When aspects get too wide in a synastry chart the overall energy of it is dimmed and doesn't affect the connection as much as closer orbs.

𓆩♡𓆪 Having Chiron in the 3rd house is constantly being self-conscious about how you communicate with others and always looking back on the embarrassing/awkward encounters with others and inwardly cringing

𓆩♡𓆪 Every Capricorn rising and Sag rising are naturally popular and will always have a group of friends. A Sag rising will naturally attract people to them with the bright aura they exude. People will want to be around Capricorn risings to feel like they are "in", these people have the influence of power and overall give a status image that people like to attach to so they can feel that way as well.

𓆩♡𓆪 I feel Capricorn risings are one of the few in the ascendant signs that can come close to rivaling the intensity a Scorpio rising has. Imagine these two in a room seeing who can gain the most control over the other first lol. I can only imagine if in romantic attraction this connection is INSATIABLE because neither of them would want to give in to each other first. I feel they both put each other on edge.

𓆩♡𓆪 I know we talk about the 1st house/ascendant for our looks but can we talk about the 10th house also playing a big role in our outward appearance as well. 10th house talks about our representation to the world that we have the best ability to control, whereas 1st house is unconsciously there on display.

𓆩♡𓆪 (ANY) Virgo placements will go through the most traumatizing experience ever and you would never know because they will appear so put together. Or they will act so unfazed as if they didn’t just tell you the most life altering moment they just went/lived through.

**if you are a virgo rising my heart really goes out to you. I can't imagine living my life in a state of complete psychoanalysis of everything. Almost as if your mind can take over you a lot because of the constant examination of every single thing going on in your life, I know that can be quite exhausting. Y'all are so strong🫶🏾

𓆩♡𓆪 Are you a master manipulator or do you just have mercury in 7th or mercury in Gemini/Libra?

𓆩♡𓆪 I don't understand why people don't give credit to how BINDING moon in the 10th house synastry can be!!! Romantically, this synastry gets the rep of being cold and detached, which is true in a sense. In the beginning, expressing emotions to each other can feel uncomfortable and awkward, causing for a slow burn relationship to form. (often times it fizzles out) Once these people get over that hump and are able to trust one other to fully open up it is absolutely BEAUTIFUL. This is the house of Saturn so when feelings get involved here they rarely go away since they take so long to form. Saturn is not into the act of letting go of things at all and is often life long. If a breakup has occurred with this synastry those feelings will simmer within you forever, and its damn near impossible to forget about them. This will probably be one of those contacts that will hurt the most and you will feel for a long time.

𓆩♡𓆪 Lilith in the 7th and Pisces Venus have a tendency to choose people that they know are not good for them. For both placements, the danger of what a person could do to them is like a drug. It is not uncommon for these people to find themselves in relationship scandals and affairs. Whether they are the ones doing the cheating or the other way around, they will most likely experience both situations.

- Lilith in the 7th choose the wrong people because they are attracted to passionate toxicity.

-Pisces Venus often choose the wrong people because of an idealized version they have created or because they think they are able to fix a person. 

**if you have both of these placements, may god be with you 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

𓆩♡𓆪 Venus in the 3rd house synastry is most likely someone you met online, in school, close to your home or places you frequent. It will be so easy for these people to find anything in the world to talk about. They have similar interests and love the same things, although they could talk for days and not get to anything beneath the surface. They like to keep things lighthearted so if there are any issues they are experiencing with one another they tend to avoid it to not ruffle the feathers of one another and keep things peaceful, passive aggression can be a thing here. Romantically, this will be a person you will not be able to get off your mind, you will constantly be thinking of each another throughout your day. You might not even know how much this person actually thinks of you because things can come off so surface level, feelings may not be discussed.

𓆩♡𓆪 Sun/Venus is the 2nd house synastry can either boost your confidence or completely destroy it. Can also be an indicator of gold digger/sugar baby placement. The 2nd house person will be completely enamored by the sun/venus person. It will be easy for the sun/venus person to trust the 2nd house person. The 2nd house person can tend to view the sun/venus person as a object. Often wanting to spend money on them to make them happy. More so with the Venus here, the 2nd house person loves to spend money on them to make them look physically appealing. This will be the person buying you clothes, shoes, hairstyles and they even LOVE buying you food. Dinner dates are a MUST.

𓆩♡𓆪 Mars in the 2nd house synastry is ultimate marriage material. If you have this with someone its soo good for long-term partnerships. These too will not be able to keep their hands off each other, they are so sexually appealing to one another it will be so hard. The mars person will love to be the provider for the second house person. They will be the one to go out and work multiple jobs if they have to just to get the second house person everything they want, and they will love to do it. This couple will be SUPER sensual together. ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ ♡ Thank you babes for reaching this point, love youssss♥️ If you enjoyed I would love any feedback any you have experienced any of these placements ;) I hope you like the longer, more in-depth posts. What would you guys like to see next?

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i love the way you write mean characters (also love how half of them are only mean bc they wanna be put in their place😭)

also kickboxer bunny daring reminded me of how i viewed JASPERS bunny darling, originally i thought they were some badass who did baking as a hobby. crossover au where bunny streamer is also bunny kickboxer when🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑 might be me projecting bc i love characters that look sweet but will kill you

Big brain. Gold star for you, anon 🌟

Bunnyboy does most of their streams in sweaters and long aprons that hide most of their physic, but one hot summer day they decide to wear a short sleeve shirt-

"Hm? You guys didn't think my only hobby was baking, did you? Started doing some self defense classes and one thing lead to another-"

Jasper can't even be upset Darling ventures out into the world without them. Those biceps, those thighs. The snake might damage their computer with all the drool running from their lips like a faucet left on overnight-

"Crush me! Wrestle me to the floor and strangle the eggs out of my limp, useless body. I'll give you my entire life savings for one of your gym towels! Let me bathe you with my tongue! Please, please, please, please-"

Foaming at the mouth as they frantically type their desperate pleads- If the money from baking streams ever runs out (which it won't) Darling could flex for the camera and earn just as much if not more. Jasper is chooses to see Darling as the sweet cinnamon roll they are because it knocks them off their ass for the billionth time when Bunny pops a jar open with ease or defends themselves from a creep (one that's not Jasper) and leaves them in critical condition.

Poor bun doesn't know their own strength sometimes. Jasper wishes they were the one being loaded onto a stretcher