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wileys-russo · 5 months

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ooo, how about a bf alexia fic or blurb where they go out to celebrate a win and reader's just making small talk with a stranger while alexia's off somewhere else and then alexia just shows up at your side and quietly asserts that she's there and your hers. and after the stranger leaves, she gets all touchy and pouty because she just wants the readers attention

sixth sense II a.putellas

you smiled seeing alexia being pulled away to dance by jenni and laia very much so against her will, watching her head of pink hair dissapear into the crowd as you excused yourself from your conversation with alba and a few of the other girls to get another drink.

the small bar in sydney was packed out, spaniards, catalans and australians all dancing and cheering and celebrating spains world cup victory just two days prior.

it was the final night before the team flew back to spain for their welcome home ceremony and after a big group dinner with family and friends the majority of the team had moved on, eager to spend the final night they could celebrating in the foreign country.

you waited patiently for your turn, the poor barkeepers run off their feet by the very busy night, drumming your fingers against the wooden top of the bar, somewhat lost in your own world.

"so, family or friend?" you looked up hearing someone speak near you, meeting the amused eyes of a tall dark haired woman with a thick australian accent. "sorry?" you questioned with a surprised frown, unsure if you'd heard her correctly.

"you don't strike me as a footballer, you're not from around here because i'd have remembered your face and half of spain is in here right now. so, family or friend of the team?" the woman grinned, making a gesture toward the bartender who nodded and held up two fingers.

"are all australians so forward?" you laughed, a little taken aback by the womans reading of you. "only those who run and own bars." the woman grinned, the bartender dropping two drinks beside you as she grabbed one, holding it up and motioning you do the same.

"you own this?" you asked with wide eyes as she shrugged. "co-own if you ask the right person. like i said, i don't forget a face and i haven't seen most of them in here tonight before!" the woman grinned, again motioning you to pick up the drink beside you.

"to australia losing their home world cup and spain winning their first!" she cheered making you laugh again, clinking your glass against hers, not even entirely sure what you were about to drink but a little too tipsy already to think much of it.

alexia's friends would often tease she had a sixth sense and that it centered entirely around you, like a spidey sense but reserved for her girlfriend.

cold? she was offering you her jacket before you'd even shivered once. hungry? she'd already ordered extra food despite you saying you didn't want anything. stressed? your favourite movie was loaded and her arms were open and ready for you to take refuge in them.

which is why a strange sense settled over her on the dancefloor and alexia looked around, suddenly realising she couldn't see you anywhere as her brows furrowed. she ignored the teasing remarks from her team mates as she broke free from the pack of dancing bodies, her sister pointing her toward the bar where you'd wandered off to get a new drink.

alexia's jaw clenched as her eyes finally sought you out, laughing and speaking with a stranger who was a little too close to you for the spanish captains comfort.

you broke your attention away from your conversation feeling something settle around your neck, glancing down you saw your girlfriends world cup medal dangling by your chest.

her arm was next, toned and tanned it wrapped around your neck from behind and settled across your collar bones pulling your body into hers as she leaned across the bar, waving over the bartender and ordering a drink.

"hola mi vida." she murmured, kissing your cheek and trying to wave the bartender back over to pay, each subtle touch of hers screaming that you were taken.

her possesive nature was not lost on you or your new friend it seemed who smiled in amusement at the tall womans refusal to even acknowledge her, seeming as if she was unbothered though her body language said the complete opposite.

"not quite family and more than a friend then. enjoy the rest of your trip, on me!" the woman whose name you never even got smiled kindly, clinking her drink against alexia's who finally looked up and over toward her, too late now as the blonde melted away into the crowd.

"who was that?" your girlfriend asked with a frown, hold on you tightening as you managed to turn around and face her. "i never caught her name, she owns this though." you gestured around you as alexia hummed, sipping on her drink.

"you left me alone on the dance floor hermosa." the midfielder pouted making you smile. "you had plenty of people to dance with ale." you laughed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"none of them are you though." she smiled charmingly as you sipped your drink with a small shake of your head. "you know she was just a stranger, si? i didn't even get her name, i did not want to." you assured, gently squeezing her bicep still seeing a far off look in her eyes you knew too well.

"she was a little too close to you mi amor. just because you did not want her name did not mean she did not want yours." alexia warned, pout yet again forming on her lips as a slight veil of jealously clouded her features.

"i think you made it very well known i was taken bonita." you smiled, toying with the medal around your neck as alexia shrugged innocently.

"it was just heavy princesa, it was your turn to wear it." the pink haired woman dismissed with a flirty grin as you playfully shoved her shoulder and she guided you back to the group, hand securely on the small of your back.

cheers greeted the two of you as you returned, alexia's attention immediately commanded again by her team mates who once more tried to twirl her off for a dance. but the catalan woman brushed them all off with ease, taking her seat and pulling you to sit on her lap before you could take yours.

alba's teasing not lost on your ears you smiled knowingly as your girlfriend became increasingly touchy, clearly a response to your attention being granted to someone else that evening if platonic or not.

"alexia!" you laughed as you reached for your drink, only for her hand to shoot out and grab it for you, moving it toward your mouth. "just looking after you mi corazón." she pouted, amusement clear in both of your eyes as yours rolled but you gave in, allowing her to bring the glass to your lips as the teasing remarks around you escalated.

for the rest of the night there wasn't a single moment that at least a few inches of your skin weren't touching alexia's, a moody pout or a kiss behind your ear from her all it took for you to deny someones offer to join them on the dance floor.

"ale, baby i have to pee." you chuckled as you tried to get up but she tugged you back down, arms circling your waist. "okay, i come with you." the girl decided as you stood and pushed her back down.

"i will be five minutes top mi amor. stay here with everyone!" you laughed, though of course she didn't listen, linking her hand with yours and nodding for you to walk.

"clingy." you teased as the door swung shut on the two of you. "do you want to hold my hand while i use the toilet too?" you mocked, your girlfriend shaking her head and dropping your hand, shooing for you to hurry up.

but before you could even step into the cubicle suddenly she'd grabbed you again, pulling you into a feverish kiss sending your head spinning before she was pushing you back toward the toilet with a happy grin on her face.

"hurry princessa, my hand is getting heavy and i need you to hold it."

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tonyspank · 8 months

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WH0 R U 2???

Summary: Tara wakes up at her attractive Professor’s home.

Warnings: 18+ smut, g!p reader (literally think r is a service top??? idk? sorry for the dom’s & subs 😭)

A/N: pt.3 will not but smutty but bloody (there are different ghostfaces who r y’all suspecting?) also the smut scene was inspired by my b-day gift @wol-fica i love u

part 1

Tara woke up with the world's biggest headache. When she sat up in the random bed she had just awakened in, she realized she was in a completely unfamiliar room. The walls were white, with some paintings here and there, and the room was filled with a faint scent of lavender.

Tara left the bed, her head pounding with each step she took. She stumbled towards the door, trying to remember how she ended up in this strange place.

As she makes her way down the hallway, coffee begins to fill her nostrils. She follows the scent and finds herself in a cozy kitchen, where a pot of freshly brewed coffee sits on the counter. "You're awake, a voice says from behind her.

Startled, Tara turns around to see her professor, and suddenly, all of her memories rush back to her.

"Leaving already?" Frankie asks, raising an eyebrow. Tara hesitates, unsure of how to respond. She just nods, "Yeah, my... my rides here." Frankie keeps his gaze fixed on her, his expression unreadable. Tara can feel the weight of his scrutiny, making her even more uncomfortable.

"Oh damn, well, let me walk you out." Frankie offers, breaking the silence. Tara's heart races as they make their way towards the exit, unsure of what's going on. It was obvious Frankie wanted to get into her pants; he'd been following her the entire night.

You notice Tara at the exit, looking slightly flustered and uneasy. You quickly exit your car and walk to her. "You're her ride?" A brown-haired boy asks you.

"Yeah, I'm her ride," you confirm, giving the boy a curious look. The brown-haired boy gives you a skeptical look before reluctantly stepping aside, allowing you to approach Tara. As you reach her side, you offer a reassuring smile, hoping to ease her discomfort.

Tara's eyes drop to your attire, taking in your sleepwear. A wife-beater and black boxers that matched your black Nike socks. You notice this, "Sorry, I just woke up about five minutes ago."

"All good...Professor." Tara smiles. You shake your head, "Y/N is just fine. You're in my kitchen, after all. No need for formalities." Tara blushes and nods, "Right, sorry. Y/N it is then."

You chuckle softly, "No need to apologize, Tara. Can I offer you some coffee?" Tara gratefully accepts the offer, "I could definitely use a cup. Thank you, Y/N." She takes a seat at the kitchen table as you start pouring a fresh cup of coffee.

"Do you need me to drop you off?" Tara tries to take a sip of her coffee, but it's too hot, causing her to wince in pain spilling a bit on her hand. "Shit! That's hot!" Tara exclaims, quickly pulling her hand away from the cup. You rush to grab a napkin, softly grasping her hand and gently wiping away the spilled coffee.

"But, um, yeah, I'd love a ride if you don't mind," Tara mutters, ignoring the fluttering of her heart as you touch her hand. She tries to hide her blush by taking a deep breath and looking away, but the warmth of your touch lingers.

"Of course." Your phone begins ringing, interrupting the moment. You quickly apologize and grab your phone from the kitchen counter. You answer the phone without looking at the caller ID. A deep voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello, Y/N." You scratch your head, trying to place the voice. It sounds vaguely familiar, but you can't quite place it.

The voice clears its throat, and your ear is soon filled with Laura's laugh. "Haven't you watched Stab?"

"Ohhh! Yeah, I just did yesterday." You chuckle, realizing that the deep voice was an imitation of a character from the movie. "How's your mom? She doing better?"

Laura's laughter subsides as she replies, "She's slowly recovering, thanks for asking. The doctors say she should be back on her feet in a few weeks." You feel relieved to hear the positive update about Laura's mom and express your well wishes for her continued recovery.

"Anywho! I was just calling because I wanted to know how your first lecture was. Did everyone behave?"

You chuckle and respond, "Well, it was definitely an interesting experience. The students were well-behaved, and I was actually surprised by their level of engagement. It seems like they're all eager to learn and participate in class discussions."

Laura hums over the phone, "Are you sure you're talking about my students?" You laugh and say, "Seriously. They were great." Laura pauses for a moment before replying, "That's good...I have to go now, take care, Y/N."

You bid Laura farewell and promise to keep her updated on any future classroom developments. Tara speaks up when you set down your phone, "Was that Professor Crane?" You nod and say, "Yes, it was. She was just checking in on you guys."

Tara nods, taking a sip of her now slightly cooled-down coffee. "I'm going to take a shower, and I'll be back in a bit. Let me know whenever you're ready to leave."

"Wait, uh, do you know where my phone is?" Tara asks, glancing around the room. You remember plugging it up near the kitchen counter when you arrived home yesterday.

You point towards the kitchen counter and say, "I think it's over there, by the sink." Tara thanks you and heads towards the kitchen to retrieve it, but her head turns as she watches you leave the room, pulling your tank top over your head, revealing your toned back.

Blushing slightly, Tara quickly averts her gaze and focuses on finding her phone.

When Tara finally finds her phone, she realizes that she has missed several calls and messages, mostly from Sam.

But her heart truly drops when she realizes your name is at the top of her messages, remembering that she did indeed text you drunk the previous night.

Tara's mind races as she tries to recall what she said, hoping she hasn't embarrassed herself or said anything inappropriate. "You've got to be kidding me."

Tara mutters under her breath, scrolling through her messages with you. This was so embarrassing, and she couldn't believe she had let herself get so out of control.

"The hot professor whose filling in for Ms.Crane? What the fuck?" Tara's eyes widen in disbelief as she reads her own words. She had confessed her attraction to her substitute professor, not realizing how much she had revealed in her drunken state. Panic sets in as she wonders what your reaction to the message might have been.

Tara's phone dings, indicating a new message.

Mindy: Tara where the hell r u?

Mindy: Sam is literally is losing her marbles

Shit.

Tara: im about to leave in about 15 minutes

Mindy: that didn't answer my question lollll

Tara: just tell sam im on the way

Mindy: omg you're at professor y/ln's house

Tara's heart races as she reads Mindy's message. How did Mindy know she was at your house? She quickly types a response, trying to come up with something to get Mindy off her back.

Tara: wtf? no?

Tara: ill ttyl

The next couple of months consisted of Tara staying back after every lecture to talk to you. Now, you didn't exactly mind, but it did make you wonder why she was suddenly so interested in your company. Tara wouldn't talk about her studies, rather, she would ask you about your personal life, your hobbies, and your opinions on various topics.

Or whenever you'd be leaving campus or just arriving, Tara would leave her friends, jog over to you, and strike up a conversation. It seemed like she always found a reason to be near you, whether it was wanting to walk together or simply to share a funny story. Her genuine interest in getting to know you better was both flattering and intriguing.

"That's all for today, guys." You tell the class, packing up your things. Everyone begins leaving—well, everyone except for Tara. You shuffle your papers together, double-checking that you have everything, before looking up to find Tara still standing by your desk.

"Did you watch The Hereditary?" She had mentioned the movie a few times before, and you could tell she really wanted you to watch it. You smile and reply, "Yes, I did! Scared the shit out of me."

Tara laughs, "I thought you said you liked scary movies?" You begin walking toward the door. "I do!"

"What's your favorite scary movie?" Tara asks, genuinely curious. You pause for a moment, thinking of all the horror films you've seen over the years. "Hmm, that's a tough one," you say, pondering. "Maybe Chucky."

"You're joking," Tara says, raising an eyebrow. "Chucky? The killer doll? That's more of a cheesy horror movie than a scary one." You shrug and defend your choice. "Well, it scared me when I was younger. Plus, it has that nostalgic factor for me."

Tara chuckles and shakes her head playfully, saying, "Alright, if you say so. But I'll have to introduce you to some truly terrifying films one day."

You smile, holding the door open for the shorter girl. "Sure, T." Tara ignores the fluttering in her stomach at the nickname, striking up another conversation. "You heading home?"

You nod and reply, "Yeah, I was planning on making this salmon dish I found a recipe for. The sauce is supposed to be really flavorful, and I've been craving seafood lately." Tara hums, "Sounds fun."

You pause your walk, making eye contact with your student. "Maybe you could come...?"

Tara's eyes widen with surprise, but a smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "That sounds like a plan," she says, "What time?"

You check your watch and say, "How about around 7 p.m.? That should give me enough time to prepare everything." Tara nods eagerly, "Okay." You thank her and continue walking, "See you, T."

You were more than tipsy, this might have been the most fun you've had in a while. "I feel like a bad influence." You joke to Tara, pouring her another glass of wine. Tara laughs, "You're a perfect influence. You know how to have a good time."

You shake your head, standing up. "You can sit in the living room, I'm just gonna clear the table." Tara smiles and takes a sip of her wine. "Don't worry about it, I'll help you clean up."

Tara sets down her glass, standing up and helping you gather the dirty dishes and leftover food. Everything about this feels so domestic like you two are a married couple tidying up after a dinner party.

You start washing the dishes while Tara dries them and puts them away. The conversation flows effortlessly, making the task feel less like a chore and more like a shared experience.

On the last plate, you splash some soapy water onto Tara's shirt, causing her to let out a surprised gasp. "Oops, sorry about that!" you jokingly apologize, grinning mischievously.

Tara playfully flicks some water back at you, making you let out a laugh. "Oh, it's on now!" you exclaim, grabbing a nearby dish towel and flicking it towards Tara.

Tara runs out of the kitchen, laughing and dodging the dish towel, her wet shirt clinging to her as she goes. You turn off the water and chase after her, determined to catch her. While you reach the living room, Tara takes a sharp turn, causing you to stumble for a moment.

You quickly regain your balance and continue the chase, both of you enjoying the playful pursuit.

"I give up!" Tara calls out, breathless and giggling, as she collapses onto the couch. You slow down and join her, catching your breath and collapsing beside her.

You glance at her shirt, "Do you want one of my shirts?" Tara looks down at her damp shirt and shakes her head, still catching her breath. "No, I think I'll be fine," she replies with a smile.

Your eyes fall back on Tara, her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly disheveled from the chase. You know you shouldn't be thinking about your student in this way, but it's hard to ignore the undeniable chemistry between you. And she was absolutely gorgeous.

You're caught up in your thoughts, you don't even notice how your body is subconsciously scooting closer to her, until your knees are almost touching. The air between you feels charged with tension, and you can't help but wonder if she feels it too.

A part of you wants to reach out and brush a strand of hair behind her ear, but professional boundaries hold you back.

Tara turns her head slightly, her eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, you both share a knowing smile. Fuck, why did she have to look at you like that?

The intensity of the moment lingers, making it difficult to focus on anything else. You find yourself questioning the consequences of acting on this undeniable connection.

Tara leans in, and you follow behind slowly. You don't notice what you're doing until your noses brush against each other, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

Tara parts her lips slightly, her warm breath tickling your skin. You place a hand on her leg, closing the distance between you. Your lips meet in a passionate and electrifying kiss, leaving you breathless and craving more.

You place your hand on Tara's waist, pulling her closer to you and allowing her to straddle you. Tara can't help but respond, her hands finding their way to your hair as she pulls you in even closer.

When you pull away, your heart is racing as if you had just run a marathon. You knew what you were doing was wrong, but in that moment, it felt so right. The chemistry between you and Tara was undeniable, and the desire for each other was too strong to resist.

Your hand rises to Tara's face, your thumb tracing over her soft, plump lips. She closes her eyes, and a moan escapes her mouth. You kiss her lightly, your tongue tracing the outline of her mouth. She responds with a slow, passionate kiss, her lips trembling as you pull away.

"Please," she mumbles, grinding her hips against yours. "Fuck, T." What was this girl doing to you? Without hesitation, you capture her lips once more, this time with an electrifying fervor that leaves you both breathless. In that moment, you knew that there was no going back, you were stuck under her spell.

Your hands slither under her shirt, exploring the curves of her body, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. She moans softly, encouraging you to continue your exploration, and you do.

Skillfully, you unclasp her bra, and your fingers trace the outline of her breasts, teasing and caressing every inch of her sensitive skin. She arches her back, pressing herself closer to you, craving more of your touch.

You lift her shirt, revealing her bare chest, and your lips eagerly find their way to her exposed skin. The taste of her drives you wild, and you lose yourself in the moment, savoring every sweet and intoxicating sensation.

Your hands fly back to her waist, lifting her slightly as your lips trail to her stomach, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the way.

She lets out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in your hair as she surrenders to the pleasure coursing through her body. Tara's breath hitches when you stand up, picking her up with ease. You carry her effortlessly to the bedroom, her legs wrapped around your waist, her body pressed against yours.

One thing is, you don't make it to the bed. Tara's back is now pressed against a wall, her heart pounding in her chest. You lean in closer, capturing her lips with yours as your hands roam over her body. You couldn't get enough.

You flip Tara, pressing her against the wall with a newfound intensity. Tara gasp, her eyes rolling back in pleasure, feeling your strong grip on her hips and your lips trailing down her neck.

Your hands trail to her jeans button, fumbling to undo it as the passion between you increases. Tara's breath hitches as you slide down her pants, along with her underwear, exposing her bare skin to the cool air.

Without hesitating, you drop to your knees, eager to taste her. A loud slap is heard, followed by a gasp of surprise. Tara bites down on her lip, balling up her fist against the wall, feeling you spread her legs for better access.

You lean in closer, your tongue teasing her entrance as Tara's moans fill the room. Oh, shit. You were officially addicted to this girl. Every touch and every sound she made only fueled your obsession for her.

You couldn't get enough of the way she responded to your touch, her body arching and trembling with pleasure. Or the way she tasted, leaving a permanent mark on your tongue.

"Fuck..." Tara gasps, the side of her face flat against the wall as her hips buck against your mouth. You remove one of your hands from her ass, holding her hips steady as you continue to devour her.

Tara whines in response, reaching behind to tangle her fingers in your hair, urging you to keep going. Her moans grow louder, and her grip tightens. "I'm so close, shit..."

You intensify your movements, your tongue skillfully exploring every inch of her, pushing her closer to the edge. Tara's breath becomes ragged, you grip her with greater force, and she becomes more and more undone, on the brink of exploding in pleasure.

And just as she's about to tip over the edge, she lets out a guttural cry, her body convulsing in ecstasy.

"Y/N! Shit!"

You stand up, and Tara catches her breath, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm.

While Tara attempts to compose herself, you unbuckle your belt and slowly remove your pants and underwear, revealing your own heightened state of arousal.

Tara's eyes widen when she feels your intense desire pressing against her. You press a kiss onto her head, whispering, "I need you, Tara."

Tara turns her head, meeting you with a lustful gaze. Her lips parted slightly as she whispers, "I want you too, Y/N." You place a soft kiss on the freckled face that you've come to adore before taking yourself, rubbing against her in a slow, teasing motion.

Tara's wetness lubricates you, allowing you to slip right in with a breathful gasp. As you enter her, Tara arches her back and lets out a low moan, her body responding eagerly to your touch.

The feeling of her tightness around you heightens the nirvana, driving you both insane.

You pick up the pace, your hips meeting hers in a delicious rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies—a symphony of desire and passion.

Tara's arm reaches around, her nails dig into your neck while her moans grow louder and more desperate with every movement.

Tara's hand falls back against the wall as she braces herself against the overwhelming pleasure. Your own hand falls on top of hers, and for a second, Tara finds herself caught between the intensified sensations and the tender touch of your hand.

She exhales a breath of pleasure, and her eyes roll back in pleasure. You lean in to kiss her neck, and she moans in response. You move your lips down to her shoulder, leaving a trail of soft kisses along her skin. "You feel so good, T." You groan, your voice thick with please.

This time, without warning, Tara lets go, a long and loud moan escaping her lips as she arches her back in ecstasy.

She collapses against your chest, her eyes half closed, catching her breath as her body trembles with satisfaction. You hold her tightly, savoring the intimate moment shared between you both.

As you slowly untangle yourselves from the intimate embrace, Tara wraps her arms around your neck and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

You smile into it, placing a hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer. The lingering taste of her lips lingers on yours, igniting a drive for more.

Tara moves onto her knees with your help, never breaking eye contact. Her hand wraps around your pulsating shaft before she kisses the tip, her tongue swirling around it.

The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you moan softly. You grab Tara's hair, guiding her movements as she takes you deeper into her mouth. "That feels great, shit..." you mutter, throwing your head back.

Tara's expert tongue continues to work its wonders, teasing and exploring every inch of you.

You begin moving your hips in rhythm with Tara's movements, finding a steady and pleasurable pace.

The hallway fills with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the wet, persistent slurping of Tara's mouth. "Yeah...just like that, Tara."

Your grip on her hair tightens, urging her on as she eagerly takes you deeper, her eyes watering at the sensation. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

With a grunt, you cum hard, your body shuddering in pleasure as Tara's lips move over your shaft. She keeps sucking until you finally pull away, a satisfied smile on your face.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. With a grunt, you cum hard, your body shuddering in pleasure as Tara's lips move over your shaft. She keeps sucking until you finally pull away, a satisfied smile on your face.

Tara can't help but think about how this night will shift your relationship. She wonders if this newfound intimacy will bring you closer or create complications that she didn't want to deal with. As you catch your breath, Tara's thoughts wander to the potential consequences of crossing this line.

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luvyeni · 1 year

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SENSITIVE; NA JAEMIN

pairings. boyfriend!jaemin x fem!reader

wc. 1.2k

warnings. boob/nipple play, cumming untouched, dirty talk, hand job, jaemin cums on your tits, mentions of photo taking.

synopsis. jaemin realizes just how sensitive your boobs really are after you cum untouched just from him playing with them.

authors note. imma be really this was self indulgent but i decided to share my thoughts with you guys

"she doesn't let you touch her boobs?" jaemin closed his eyes cringing at how loud his haechan was being , he wasn't even sure how they got on this conversation , one second they were talking about video games , and before he knew it they were having a conversation about your boobs.

"why not?" renjun hushed the boy next to him. "i don't know , whenever i go to reach for them , she just pushes my hands away." he did a hand motion that made haechan clutch his chest. "well if you're squeezing them the way you just did , i wouldn't want you to touch mines either." jaemin's face twisted into disgust. "no i don't squeeze them like that, and don't every say that again."

"maybe they're sensitive." jeno spoke up, "i heard some girls boobs are extremely sensitive and can actually cause a orgasm." haechan scoffed. "that's not true." he said. "how would you know , if you've never given a girl an orgasm in your life?" jaemin tuned out his friends who began fighting, still thinking about the orgasm just from boob play. were you really that sensitive? "look." renjun said. "just try it out once and see what happens." jaemin nodded , he wanted to see now if you were really sensitive.

"Honey bun , what are you doing?" jaemin walked into your shared room where you were leaned up against the bed frame. "just watching a movie , it's pretty good , how was your outing with the boys?" he lied down next to you , resting his hand on your stomach. "same'ole same'ole, haechan being haechan , just in a public setting." he traced circles on your stomach , thinking of a way to intro the situation. 'fuck it' he thought before speaking. "you actually came up." you turned to him confused. "me?" he hummed. "why?" you were confused. "i actually don't know how the conversation came up , but the guys were talking about their past sexual relationships and i brought up how you never let me touch your boobs." you furrowed your eyebrows. "they'll never have any future relationships if these conversations continue to happening." you laughed. "why don't you let me touch your boobs?" he said , you were silent once again.

truth was your boobs were really sensitive , and in the past , you could never last long if someone touched them during sex , not wanting to disappoint jaemin you just told him not to touch them , redirecting his hands whenever he tried to touch them whenever you two did anything sexual. "love?" jaemin tapped you. "you zoned out on me, you alright, did i make you uncomfortable?" you shook your head no. "no , it's fine , it's nothing bad." you said. "it's just that my boobs are really sensitive." so jeno was right.

"how sensitive are you?" your face was hot , the way he was asking this question had you feeling things. "well... in my last relationship , i could never last long whenever they would touch my boobs, they hated it , and i didn't want to disappoint you , so i just didn't want you to touch them." you spoke with your head low , self-consciously. "babe." jaemin lifted your head up by your chin. "i don't care how long you last , as long as you're satisfied , that is enough for me." he pulled you into a slow kiss , he pulled away , his hand slowly finding it's way up your shirt. "besides , your ex didn't know what they were talking about." his voice suddenly became darker as his hand got closer and closer to your boob. "j..jaemim." your breathing was ragid.

"i'd find it hot if you came untouched , just from me touching your tits." his hand covered your breast , you let a soft moan. "did you like that?" he smiled , you nodded. "you're not wearing a bra love , why is that?" he began to gently rub your boob , leaving kisses along side your jaw. "i...i don't like wearing them." he hummed , letting his thumb glide across your nipple. "jaemin... fuck." you moaned. "t..that f..feels so good." he kissed down your neck to your collarbone. "does it?" he smiled through his kisses. "how 'bout you take this shirt off and let nana make you feel even better." you nodded , "please." your softed fucked out voice made his cock harden in his jeans.

you sat up , pulling your shirt over your head , jaemin groaned at the way your boobs bounced at the impact. "jesus babe , may cum untouched just from watching your tits bounce like that." your face was hot , "nana." you whined , and he chuckled. "i got you love, nana's got you, lay back down for me." you obeyed , lying down, he took one boob in his hand , rubbing it. "so fucking cute , moaning like this just from me touching your boobs." he kissed around the areola of your other boob.

"wait jae- oh my god." you moaned as he took your other boob into his mouth. "jaemin fuck." he smiled against your boob , as he began to lick and suck on your nipple. he continued the assault on both your breast , running his thumb around your nipple, sucking on the other one , you were a moaning mess , the stimulation was becoming too much , the coil in your stomach slowly tightening. "j..jaemin , i..i'm about to.. im about to cum." jaemin was shocked , but he wasn't about to deny you this , since he desperately wanted to see you cum untouched too.

"go a head princess , cum for nana." he bit down on your nipple softly and that's all you needed to cum. "jaemin , fuck!" jaemin was in awe as he watched your legs shake as you came. "did you like that?" you nodded. "i really did.""fuck love that was so hot." he groaned , he couldn't help but grind his hard cock against your thigh. "jae do yo- please." he pulled his cock out his confinements , guiding your hand down to where you needed him the most , you grabbed a hold of his cock , stroking it. "fuck that's it." he bucked up into your hand, kissing your neck. "baby , fuck im about to cum." you sped up your pace.

"do you want to cum on them?" you kept up your pace. "do you want to cum on my tits?" he almost came , the way you sounded so innocent , but your words were so lewd. "fuck baby , you're gonna kill me." he straddled your hips , holding on to the headboard with one hand , his cock on his other hand.

"fuck baby , these tits a perfect , i can't wait to paint them in my cum." he tapped his cock on your boobs. "fuck jae." you moaned , reminding him just how sensitive you were, he felt himself about to cum , you guided your hand to his cock , replacing his hands with yours. "fuck fuck fuck, im gonna cum." you ran your thumb over his slit.

"fuck, im cumming, ngh! " he came with a string of curse words , painting your tits with his cum , some getting on your chin. he held on to the headboard for a second catching his breath. "did you like it?" you asked , he looked down , almost getting hard again at how lewd you looked covered in his cum , he needed to take a picture of this. "of course i did baby." he kissed your lips , climbing off of you.

"nana, i need a tissue." you whined , "okay , baby give me a minute." he picked his phone up , opening up his camera. "what are you doing?" he smiled sweetly.

"be a good girl and lay there , i need to take a picture of you looking like this , all pretty for me."

©️LUVYENI

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Pregnancy Scare

Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

.summary: ‘either it’s the dinner we had last night at the restaurant or im actually…’ y/n wakes up vomiting throughout the entire day and ontop of her period being late she and her boyfriend start to panic

cw: throwing up/ mentions of sex/ mentions of pregnancy/

a/n: havent seen the movie yet but will probs Saturday but this takes sometime before the movie also my first time writing a pregnancy scare story

Y/n is groaning in her sleep, with her arms wrapped around her stomach. Suddenly, she feels nauseated and experiences sharp pains. She smells the food cooking downstairs and feels her stomach grumbling. She quickly rushes to the bathroom and vomits into the toilet. She hunched over letting out the contents in her stomach, before groaning and flushing the toilet.

After vomiting, laughter was heard from the hallway. Jaime entered his girlfriend's room with coffee, thanking her mother for making breakfast. Once noticing she isn't in the bed he peeked, into the bathroom and saw her on the ground.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, worriedly and she looked at him for a moment her face pale. Before the urge to vomit arose again and she threw up in the toilet once again. "I guess not." He said, to himself. Placing the two mugs of coffee on the counter before kneeling down beside her and rubbing her back. As she threw up into the toilet.

She groaned as she reached towards the handle flushing the toilet. Then she leaned back against her boyfriend's chest, and he wrapped one arm around her, "That's one way to start the morning." She joked, and he looked down at her placing his hand on her forehead.

He planted a kiss on her forehead. "Maybe breakfast isn't the best thing right now," she mumbled, leaning into him. "Want me to bring you chicken broth and crackers?" he asked. She nodded.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, coming right up." He said, before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to her side of the bed. Placing her on the bed and tucking her in underneath the covers.

"I'd kiss you but I don't want to end up throwing up in your mouth." She said, and he looked at her with disgust. "Awe, you can kiss me later when your not all pukey." He said, and she chuckled. She watched, as he took the two mugs of coffee and left her room.

As she lay there in bed her mind started to wonder, about the possible reasons why she was sick. Stomach flu? Maybe but she doesn't have a fever nor does she feel warm. Food poisoning? Probably a few days ago they did go out to some sketchy restaurant. She could've sworn she saw a rat in the restaurant. Pregnant?

She laughed at the thought there was absolutely no way that she was pregnant. She and Jaime, haven't had sex in about a week so there's no possibility for her to be pregnant. Right? Well, her period is kinda late but that could be because of stress.

She wasn't ready to be a mother at all, and if she was to have kids it be while she was at least thirty. Not twenty-one, she bit her lip nervously and just then Jaime entered the room with a mug filled with chicken broth and a sleeve of saltine crackers. "You're supposed to be laying down, your mother's orders." He said, and she stared down at the ground.

"You alright?" He asked, closing the bedroom door behind her and walking towards her placing the food on her nightstand. He knelt down in front of her and took her hand, "Jaime, what if I'm pregnant?" she said, and he looked at her and she bit her lip.

"I'm not ready to be a mother." She said, nervously and started fidgeting with her fingers. Something Jaime noticed she always did whenever she was nervous. "Hey, it's going to be okay it's probably just a stomach bug or food poisoning," he said, and she looked at him.

He planted a kiss on the top of her forehead, "Um, any chance you can go buy some tests for me?" She asked, and he looked at her, "I just want to make sure." She said, and he looked at her for a bit before letting out a sigh. "Alright, I'll be right back," he said, and she smiled looking at him.

"I'll pay you back." She said, and he shook his head, "No need, I love you." He said, and she smiled planting a kiss on his cheek. "I love you too." She said and watched as he left the room.

She sat on her bedside and reached over to her nightstand grabbed the mug of chicken broth, and began to drink it slowly. "Please don't be pregnant." She mumbled, to herself nervously.

About half an hour later, Jaime returned with two pregnancy tests just to make sure. Along with some [favorite flowers] and candies. "Ah, baby." She said, wrapping her arms around him while kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey, no matter what we'll get through this," He said, and she smiled at him and looked down at the pregnancy test waiting for an answer.

the waiting game was grueling and it felt like hours, and after five minutes the results came back negative. The couple let out a sigh of relief as they stared at the pregnancy test. Jaime kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back, "If I ever end up actually getting your pregnant." he said, and she looked at him, "I'll be here for you." He said, and she smiled looking at him.

"I love you Jaime,"

"I love you too."

"I blame that sketchy resturant we ate at." She said, and he nodded his head in agreement, "That restaurant was sketchy." He said, kissing her on the lips again as she threw the test into the trash.

later that day

[Y/n] giggled, as Jaime and she sat on the couch and snuggled up to each other while watching a movie. "Well, today was an eventful day." She said, and he chuckled wrapping his arm around her, "Sure was." He said turning towards her before, kissing her on the lips.

"Y/n, why was there a pregnancy test in the trash can?" [M/n] asked, and the couple on the couch froze eyes widened as they stared at each other. [Y/n] slowly turned around and locked eyes with her mother, who held the pregnancy test in her hand and pointed at it.

"Ah, at least it's negative right Mrs. L/N?" Jaime said nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he two turned around. She craned her neck towards him and he pursed his lips and looked away.

[Y/n] chuckled nervously, "Ah, um well-I.." She started, and looked away, "I got nothing to say," She finished, and the mother pursed her lips before revealing another thing she found.

Jaime's and [Y/n]'s eyes widened in shock and horror, their mouths dropping. "I also found this care to explain?" [M/n] said, holding up a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and [Y/n] bit down on her lower lip.

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Drunk on You

February Filth Fest - 5; San (drunken sex)

group : ateez

pairing : san × reader

genre : smut, slight angst ?

word count : 3.6k

warning : mdni, explicit sex; oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, rough sex

a/n : i'd like to personally thank @sanjoongie for prompting me to make this idea and requested for me to write this ! honestly, this is better than my initial san fff idea which was cheating and i truly blame the display picture you used on your discord topaz <3

buy me coffee ?

San didn't know why his mind was all over the place.

Again, he found himself at a club, drinking and dancing his feelings away with people surrounding him. And as per usual, he had the hottest girl in the club grinding her ass against his hardening dick and the more it harden. San barely stepped into the club before she threw herself onto him and yet it's not at all a surprise to San. It was actually expected and even borderline pathetically predictable. In all honesty, the conquest lost all its meaning to San due to this.

The pair stood out in the middle of the dance floor, people shying away from them as if intimidated. Their movements were synchronized and seemingly moving perfectly with each other even with their bodies enterteined with each other. There were reciprocation between the two as the harder San's grip on her, the harder she pressed whichever body part she can make contact with onto San. It would be so easy for San to score her. Truly, he wouldn't even have to throw any moves at her because at this point she was a sure thing.

But why was he thinking of you?

"I need a drink," San announced to the girl, not caring whether or not she heard him nor if she was following him. San leaned onto the bar and motioned to the bartender (whom he had become close with due to his frequency at the establishment) to bring him his usual as he fished his phone from his pocket. His fingers automatically seek your contact and he gazed at it, wanting to talk to you but not knowing where to begin. Or even what to say.

You both had been friends since university, you first befriended Yeosang who was adopted by San's best friend, Wooyoung in the middle of first year. Sexual tension was palpable between the two of you yet it took years for him to act on his interest in you. And even then, his interest was only on your body. You became his constant booty call for whatever occassion there is; birthdays (yours or his), hang outs, bar outing, wedding, wake, or even when his conquest turned to be a psycho and he still wants to fuck. The relationship you both had was... nonexistent. Even becoming friends with benefits was too much of a commitment for him and he didn't want to feel onligated to you. But you became the thing he go to for pleasure and that was always how he treated you without caring how you felt about that. Multiple relationships you were ruined by him either by deliberately making the guy you were close with very uncomfortable with how close he was to you or you breaking things off after San gave you hopes yet again only to latet shot you down after he fucked you.

Two weeks ago you told San that you wanted to stop whatever it was that you were doing because you wanted a real relationship with someone stable and dependable. Someone who puts your needs first and won't take you for granted, willing to commit and won't toss you aside when he's having a rough time only to come back the next day to get his dick wet. Well, you didn't actually told him you wanted to stop your little booty call arrangement but more like you asked him to be an adult and stop messing around pointlessly. So of course, San called you names and slammed the door on you angrily and didn't contact you whatsoever but neither did you (much to his disappointment).

So it's two weeks later and all he wanted was you. He suddenly didn't want to stay much longer in the club and just go back to you, spending time not just fucking but watching a movie, eating junk food, playing stupid card games, or even lying on your stomach as he ranted about his day. It never occurred to him just how intimate those activities are and how much he misses them. And you. Especially you.

So how can he get you back?

His alcohol-induced state typed the first thing that popped in his head and he sent the message without a second thought.

'I wanna come back to you'

'I miss you'

Moments waiting for your reply after the message was sent felt excruciating to him. The drink that would usually pump his energy and stamina suddenly brought him nothing but anxiety and longing. His head was running with the memories of having you in his arms, kissing you, praising you, devouring you, tasting you. Just the thought and the memories sent his dick straining against his jeans. How he wished he could touch you at that moment, being able to have his way with you.

When his phone vibrated, San had never looked at his phone so quickly in his life.

'You're drunk'

San ignored your reply and instead he opened his front camera and positioned it to capture his face from a lower angle. He placed his free hand on his chin with his pointer and middle finger spread to frame his mouth, his tongue peeking slightly from his plump lips and he snapped the picture. He sent it with the caption 'me between your legs'. Unlike before, he got his response within seconds. The three dots that constantly appeared and disappeared showed that you wanted to say something but you just didn't know what it was exactly you wanted to say. And San took that as a sign of agreement so he left the club, leaving behind the sure thing that kept calling for him as he made his exit.

The excitement of seeing you again pumped his adrenaline and soon enough he found himself in front of your apartment door, banging your door frantically as he pressed his forehead on the hard surface, enjoying the feeling of his heart thrumming for you. His heart beat at a slower pace but harder against his chest when he heard your footsteps approaching, the beat of his heart seemingly following your steps. It even momentarily stopped when your steps halted.

But when the door opened and San was met with the sight of you unsurely looking up at him, he couldn't help himself but cup your face and press his lips against yours, causing you to yelp in surprise. San took your utter surprise as a chance for him to push you inside your apartment, letting the door close on its own as he simultaneously took his shoes off.

You came back to your senses and pushed off of him just enough so your lips were separated, causing San to chase after your lips which resulted in you having to plant your hands on his chest to stop him from advancing.

"San, you're drunk!" You stated, worried that he wasn't in his right mind but more because you've missed his lips and you know you would cave if he said the right things. The alcohol made his skin flush and his lips bitter, but you were more drawn to the glaze in his eyes making them shimmer slightly under the light. San shook his head quickly and pushed your hands away so he could pull you flush against his body, "I'm drunk enough that it gave me courage to say and pursue what I really want but not drunk enough that you should feel bad for having sex with me," he simply stated before he pressed his lips against you again. The both of you had slowly advanced further into the apartment and just as you accidentally bumped into the doorframe of your room, you spoke against San's lips, "Who said we're gonna have sex?" The question was empty to day the least as you were in a dilemma between wanting San to take you like how he usually would and keeping with your words of wanting to have the chance to be with someone who's serious about you. "Because," He started with his lips trailing down your skin to the juncture of your neck, "You're here and I'm here, and you want me and I want you, so it'll be stupid not to do something about it," San's hands followed the downward movement of his lips and in one swift movement, San had your sleeping shorts and panties yanked off and dropped at your ankle. You gasped and tried to push him away, but the man was stronger than you.

In a swift, he pushed you into your room and turned the ceiling lights off in favour of your desk lamp. He loved the way the shaddow and the light played together, dancing and illuminating your figure as he have his way with you. It became a cue for you as well as every time San switched your lights, you know what would happen and you immediately became aroused as if on cue.

San carefully peeled the rest of your clothing off of you, as if he was unwrapping a gift with the most delicate touch and careful movements which helped him take all of you slowly, drinking you in. You simply let him do what he wanted with you because no matter how much it hurt knowing that there's a chance he might never want to commit, you'd take any and every chance to be with him however he wants. Because despite his shitty treatment towards whatever relationship you both had, he had always handled you with so much care in physical terms even when he was being rough with you.

Once you were bare in front of him, he pushed you down to your bed and you landed with a bounce. You supported yourself on your elbows to look down at San who was taking his shirt off with one swift move that honestly made him look hotter and somehow the way he unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop was satisfyingly simple. San then settled down with his arms hooked under your legs, pressing on it forward and open to eat your cunt like a starved man. A strangled moan left your mouth at the lack of warning of the incoming pleasure. It had only been a relatively short time since San had touched you again, and by God, you didn't know how much you actually missed him until you felt him devouring you again. The vacant period proved to have given your body quite some time to rest free of your usual erratic pleasure or maybe it was just being deprived of it and now that it had a taste again, it's seeking more. Your eyes screwed shut as the feeling took over your body from simply San's tongue and your thighs tried to trap his head but his hands that were holding your legs apart wouldn't let it.

"Baby, God, baby," San moaned as he took your nub between his teeth, gently tugging on it just enough to send you squealing. "I fucking miss you; your voice, the sounds you make, your face, body and your cunt," San shuddered slightly at the mention of your cunt, his breath tickling your flesh and you were betting that you were dripping onto the sheets, "God, I love your pussy and your sweet taste." He momentarily lifted his head to look up at you, chin dripping with your arousal and eyes so lust clouded that the pupils were dilated and his orbs turned into glittering black, "Squirt on my face, okay?"

Then he dove right back, this time his hands were off of your thighs with one hand accompanying his lips, his middle and ring finger from his left hand that had left its initial position on your thigh. Your breath hitched and your back arched from the utter pleasure San was giving you continuously. It was too much for you to bear but the pain was too good, the burn in your body was too good, and San's hold on you was too good. San moved with such expertise, despite his fervent movement, he was never sloppy. His mouth and finger accompanied and complimented each other's movements well, the pleasure was overwhelming but not awkward. It effectively brought you close to a climax and San could tell from the signs given away by your body; every squirm, twitch, and sound were signals to him. Having a specific goal in mind, San continued his ministration with additional pressure of his tongue and his fingers moving in and out of your hole even more quickly than before. "San-" you choked out, head thrashing as you felt yourself reaching the edge with shaky thighs. You tried looking down on him only to have your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw San's right hand jacking himself off as he ate you out. Your pussy clench at the realization that San was getting turned on by eating you out. San detached his lips from you and delivered a slap on your cunt that resonated through the room. It was as if he had pressed a release button because you found yourself cumming hard with a high-pitched moan. Your state of euphoria brought a smirk to San's lips because he was one-half away from his goal and now he's so close.

Taking your bliss to his advantage, San dove right in to overstimulate you, this time the hand that he used to finger you pressed onto your lower stomach rather hard as the other moved on hid length even faster. The only thing that was holding you open for him was his broad shoulders but even then, it was hard for you to shut your legs. "N-no, God! I- I can't-" tears started to brim in your eyes, the overstimulation built up even more than you thought it could and it was almost painful. The pressure on your stomach was no better as it only make you feel like you were about to pop. Your head was swimming at this point from the restraint of your legs, San's determination to make you squirt, and your utter surrender to the man. You swore you blacked out momentarily but you could feel your body spasm as liquid gushed and squirt out of your cunt. Had you been fully aware of the situation, you would see San with his face to your cunt, eyes closed as he let your juice drench his face as his cock let out spurts of his cum on your sheets, ass clenching from pleasure and hips stuttering with his cock twitching. San was revelling in his effects on you, completely drunk from your taste as at this point the alcohol didn't do as much as what you were doing to him. You took a moment to look down at him; the look in his eyes that with the redness from being drunk seemed very intense contrasted by the relaxed and even proud look on his wet face. Even when he wiped his face with the shirt he discarded, he still looked at bliss.

When he let go of your legs, your body fell limp onto the mattress, your body wasn't moving and you were in a daze. Your body was buzzing and your skin was warm and slick with sweat from cumming so hard in weeks. It was hard for you to reintroduce oxygen fully back into your lungs and it was harder to do so when San suddenly flipped you on your stomach. You could feel San's hands trailing up your back, the soft pads of his fingers trailing up the skin of your back followed by his soft lips pressing reassuring kisses along following his fingers. "Baby, I need to be in you right now, okay? I can't wait anymore," he groaned, grinding his hips up to your ass, his cock felt hot, sticky and rigid on you but you weren't disgusted. In fact, you were turned on, you wanted him to pound you like a bitch and you were glad he seemed to be in a hurry as well.

With a last kiss to the side of your cheek, San pulled away and pulled your hips up, letting them prop by your knees as he positioned himself. The tip made direct contact with your hole, and as soon as it did, you felt something drip out of you. The mess you made allowed him to slip inside very easily, it didn't take much for you to immediately accommodate his length. In San's words, he had fucked your cunt perfectly for his dick, you have been ruined for every other man. You tried to brace yourself but your arms couldn't bear much weight so you resorted to crossing your arms in front of you and resting your head on them in an attempt to make sure that you would be able to still breathe.

San started his thrusts at a rather faster pace. His hands anchored on your hips as he penetrated you powerfully. Your eyes screwed shut at the feeling of his dick inside you and you were fully expecting him to use you as nothing but his boner reliever. But based on your experience from years of being San's booty call, this time it felt different. Usually, San would only focus on getting himself off before getting you off just to get the pleasure of knowing that he could make you cum. This time, there were emotions involved, and his thrusts felt more... human while usually, it was more frigid, distant, and even machine-like. The grip of his hands felt possessive like he wasn't just doing it to ground or anchor himself, it felt like he was holding onto you. Maybe it was his alcohol-induced state but San was showing so much more emotion than he had ever did in the past. And it made your stomach churn in a good way.

His hand moved to grab at your thighs when he began to move even faster. You were moaning his name loudly as your hands clench the sheet from the sheer pleasure. The way you were saying San's name was like music to his ears, he had never quite realized how good his name is coming out of your mouth, it even sounded melodious. You calling his name seemed to trigger something in him because before you know it, San was holding you so close and so tight, abusing your hole with his cock, that the lower half of your body was levitating. The gravity put pressure to your chest, constricting your airway a little that made your head dizzy from the lack of oxygen. Plus, the internal feeling of being on cloud nine paired with the external experience of half floating did indescribable things to your brain.

Meanwhile, San's eyes was rolled to the back of his head. His mind was buzzing with alcohol and you. The new position allowed him to reach deeper into you, letting him feel all of you and he loved it, he was reveling in it. The way your cunt clench when his cock hit the right spot, the obnoxious squelching sound from your cunt as proof of his effect on you, and the pretty, pretty noise you were making with your mouth. God, he could never get enough of you and he wouldn't want to get enough of you, it was always more more more and more. San's hands gripped tighter on the flesh of your thighs, trapping it in a possessive vice has his body made up to both you and him for the two week absence.

You didn't even realize when you came until you felt something gushing out of your pussy, the liquid spraying San's abdomen and rolled down your stomach to your chest, creating a cold slick trail that made you squirm. In San's grip, your legs shook a little as you climaxed and the sudden movement caused your limbs to fall off of his grip. As your body fell back to the bed, San's cock slipped but he was quick enough to pump himself zealously, not wanting to lose momentum and he came on your skin, painting the expanse of your ass and back with his white cum that seemed to continuously spurt from his cock. A soft gasp left your lips and the muscles of your back tensed when you felt his cum landed on you.

That was it. From your past experiences, you know that he'd at the most clean his cum off you and then leave your apartment. You closed your eyes and waited for the sound of the door closing, trying to gather your strength to get to the bathroom and clesn yourself before you start your self depreciation over how stupid you were to fall for his words again. Truly, you were mad at yourself.

But the feeling of a warm, damp towel running over your back forced your eyes to open. Your head whipped to the back to see San concentrating on cleaning his cum off of you. He looked so serious with his eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed, and bottom lip between his teeth. The towel was gliding on your skin ever so softly, the most gentle of caress as if you could break if he was being too harsh. It felt nice though, having him take care of you like that. You might not know what or why he was doing what he did, nor if his words were merely drunken jabber or if he was being genuine with you. At that moment, all you could do was close your eyes and just enjoy, hoping that when you opened your eyes, he won't leave again.

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It's been a week since I saw Wakanda Forever, and ever since, it's consumed my thinking. There are a million things I'd love to discuss about the film, but what keeps me up at night is Shuri and Namor.

Shuri had every right to gut his ass. Namor brought flooding and destruction to her home, killed her mother, all while knowing she was suffering from the death of her brother. Hell, Namor nearly killed her (by impaling her, which how did she survive that idk, anyway). And what was the worst thing that Shuri had done to him? Say no to his alliance to go to war with the surface world? Shuri wasn't the one who killed Namor's two subjects. She actually tried to save them. Yet just like T'Challa, she's forced to deal with the consequences of other people's actions, and when she stands over Namor with a blade to his neck, her internal struggle with this flashes across screen. It's a powerful sequence, but the one that captures me the most is when we hear her mother telling her to show Namor who she is. Not only is it one of many callbacks to the first film, but really, who is she? Who is Shuri? She is struggling with her identity, as grief often does to a person.

When audiences first met Shuri, she was the genius younger sister, the comic relief, who took solace in her lab. But now all this has been taken from her, and taken so suddenly. She's now front and center, now her country's most powerful figure, no longer the jokester, no longer a sister, no longer a daughter, and feels like a failure. The moments where she stands over Namor is us watching her return to herself but also become someone entirely new. She sees the destruction reverse. Sees Namor's hope. Sees their mothers and their nations. She understands that they are similar just as much as they are different. She finally realizes that ending Namor's life cannot reverse the destruction nor her pain, but sparing him is the answer to ending the cycle of it. She recognizes that even though her mother and brother are gone, she is still sister, still daughter. Death in Wakanda is a beginning.

Above all, Shuri understands she cannot think of only herself anymore. She cannot push her people to war because of her own grief and vengefulness. She becomes a leader, in granting mercy. A protector. And extends this protection by offering it to Namor and his people. This brought a bitter taste in my mouth at first, but it isn't about who's right or wrong, especially when both sides have a little right or a little wrong to them. It's about navigating the actions of their forebearers in the best way they can.

Her multifaceted character is symbolized by her panther suit--it's reminiscent of T'Challa, Kilmonger, and her past self. Now that she's burned her mourning clothes, hopefully in the next movie, we'll see her accept this role with newfound confidence and surity of its purpose. I'm also hoping that Shuri kept Namor's little baby ankle wing that she sliced off and puts it up somewhere to serve as a reminder that she bested him. Can you imagine? I can't wait to see more of her.

Then there's Namor. And dare I say it, he was justified in his feelings of wanting to kill Queen Ramonda. She was cunning and tricked him and had two of his people killed in the process. Remember the scene where he's cradling his subject's face as she dies? And she asks if he can save her and he does not answer because he knows he cannot? And then--was it Namora?--who says, with such blame dripping in her voice, that he was busy meeting with the queen during Nakia's attack. Namor is so angry, and very possibly, so ashamed (and scared?). His ultimate goal is to protect his people, and he failed. He's a god and Ramonda made him look like a fool. To him, she had to go.

Ryan Coogler said that despite Namor being about 500 years old, he wanted him to still feel somewhat childlike. And is he! He's rash. He focuses only on the immediate response without thinking of the ramifications. He seems almost charmingly innocent in his hopefulness that Shuri would want to join him. There's no doubt they wanted us to feel a romantic connection betweeen them, or perhaps just from Namor's end. I don't know who gives clearance on the music, but whoever does, they are always very intentional and unique about it, and a love song plays during That One Mesmerizing Scene. The theories that Namor is infatuated with Shuri just weaken me. She's the first person to ever see Talocan. The bracelet. The mural. Him acknowdging her power. Him waiting for her to beckon him. I. have. folded. No one look at me.

I really hope the MCU explores their relationship. And though I'm sure it would never be a romantic one, that does not make it any less intriguing. Ryan is phenomenal with his villains. Just like Kilmonger challenged T'Challa not just with war, but challenged his core beliefs, Namor did the same with Shuri. The only difference now is that Namor is still alive, and this sets us up for a delicious exploration of a complex relationship between two leaders who have similar wants but conflicting perspectives.

Man. I love them. MCU, please let us see more of them. And if we do, please. Be careful with them.

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"My God, your hands are big, Harrington. Is there anything else about you that's big?" He asked, talking about Steve's feet.

They were hanging out at Steve's place, waiting for Robin to show up so they could all watch a movie.

"Why? Do you want to find out?" Steve smirked.

"Yes!"

Steve would blink in surprise at him before they both moved at the same time. Steve went to his belt, and Eddie moved down to take off his shoes. They both froze.

"Yes, that too, but first, your feet," Eddie said.

"So, you don't mind that my hands and feet are so big?" Steve asked blushing.

Eddie looked up and noticed his hands were carefully hiding his stomach. Eddie frowned and took his hands.

"Is this why you've been wearing sweaters lately? Are you worried about your weight?" Eddie asked.

"It's not too much, is it?" Steve asked. "I've never been this insecure about my body before. I guess with bat bites and the fact that my dates lately haven't really liked them, it just made sense to let myself go. Now that I know that I like you, I've been worried that you might not like all of this."

"You like me?" Eddie asked hopefully and then shook his head. "Okay, that can wait. First of all, you didn't let yourself go so strike that from the record. You made more of yourself. Second of all, I fucking love that there's more of you. In fact. . ."

Eddie reached out and bit him on the stomach.

"Ow! Why?" Steve asked.

"Oh. Uh. Right. I have to disclose the fact that sometimes I tend to bite the things that I like. It was a real problem for me when I was in kindergarten and trying to make friends," Eddie said. "I, uh, like you. Like, really like you."

Steve looked down and smiled, biting his lip.

"Sorry, I can't stop imaging a tiny Eddie going around biting people trying to make friends," he said.

"Yeah, laugh it up, big boy," Eddie scoffed and paused. "Is that a problem? Do you want me to stop calling you that?"

"I love it when you call me that," Steve said. "You really don't have a problem with this?"

"Baby, it doesn't matter how big or small or if you suddenly become a floating ball of energy, it's your fucking heart that I love - I mean, uh - yeah, we haven't even been on a date but fuck it, I love you, Steve Harrington," Eddie said.

"I love you too," Steve said.

Eddie was still on his knees and holding Steve’s hand in his, gazing lovingly at him when they heard Robin walk through the door.

"Okay, let's get this hangout on the road. I kind of double booked you guys. I've got a date with Vickie - what the fuck?" Robin asked. "Are you proposing to my best friend? Without my permission?"

"Wait, do I really need that?" Eddie asked.

"No, she's fucking with you," Steve said, rolling his eyes. "And no, he's not proposing. He did tell me he loves me."

"About fucking time, Munson," Robin said and plopped down on the couch, causing them to stare at her. "What? Oh, make out later. We promised we'd hang out so we're hanging out. I hope you understand that I'm also a priority in his life, Edward."

"I'd figure that out a long time ago that you two were a package deal," Eddie said. "Part of the reason why I love him so much is how much he loves you."

"Smart man," Robin said, smiling softly.

She watched as Eddie sat down on the couch and pulled Steve into his lap, lovingly caressing his stomach. Yeah, her platonic soulmate was in good hands.

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Redamancy: Chapter Seventeen

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Angst and cuss words

Notes: The impatient part of me just wants Jasper back, but I have to power through for the plot. I also have that scene written and it taunts me every time I open my Docs🥲

Word Count: 2010

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Reader

They say grief is just left over love.

Well I have plenty of grief then, because I never got to pour it into the person it was meant for. It's rotting away inside my chest and leaking from the cracks. It spills from my eyes and scratches my throat, flooding everything and it doesn't seem to end.

Is there an end?

I don't think there is, because I don't just miss him - I miss something that'll never happen. A life I'll never live, one where it's just me and him and eternity stretches out before us endlessly.

• January 16th, 2005 • Home •

Reader

My phone buzzes in my pocket letting me know I'm getting an incoming call. Fishing it out, Bella Swan flashes across the screen and I'm stunned.

"Hello?" I answer hesitantly.

"Hey Y/n, I um - well I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie? With Jessica and I, tonight?"

"Oh uh-"

"You don't have to-" She interrupts me, clearly sensing my hesitation, but I stop her before she could back out.

"No! I'd love to, let me call my mom and tell her I'll be gone when she gets home from work."

"Okay, cool. I'll be there in like, twenty minutes." Ending the call, I stare at my phone in wonder.

Bella has been catatonic the last 3 months and now she's down for movies like nothing has happened? Shaking my head, I call my mom while slipping my shoes on in the hallway, she picks up on the second ring.

"Hey sweetie, I was just about to call you and see what you wanted for dinner!" Her cheerie voice tugs on my heart strings, I think she's trying to over-compensate in the hopes that'll it'll bring my own mood up.

"About that, Bella Swan just called and asked if I could go with her to the movies-"

"Absolutely! Do you need money? There's some in-" The excitement in her voice is almost comical.

"Mom, I have money. I just didn't want you to worry if I wasn't home when you got off." The line is silent for a few beats before she answers.

"Honey, go have fun with your friends and don't worry about me! I love you, sweat pea."

"Love you too." Tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes suddenly.

"Call me if you need me?" Her question is soft, not wanting to spook me into canceling.

"Always." I smile sadly to no one in the empty house before hanging up.

Bella's tires on her old truck crackle on our gravel driveway and I snag a jacket before bolting out of the front door.

I can do this, I can be normal and enjoy my friends for a few hours.

• January 16th, 2006 • Port Angeles, WA •

Reader

Not only did Bella manage to get me out of the house for a few hours, but she also talked me into watching a scary movie about zombies - one of my least favorite monster movie types. I don't do the jump scares, the suspense, the chasing - nope, none of that is for me.

The worst part was wishing I had him to just hold my hand, because with him I'm invincible. Well, was invincible. With every one of my lurches and under-my-breath curses, I know he'd be chuckling at my expense. Somehow that made the hole in my chest wider, darker.

At some point, going out and doing everyday things has to get back to normal. This piece of me that's rotting away inside can't keep continuing to fester and grow, its so fucking tiring.

Relief floods my chest and limbs as the credits begin scrolling. Looking to my right I can tell Bella is unamused and Jessica on her other side didn't enjoy it.

"Okay, next girl's movie night, I'm picking the movie." I tell them, exasperation leaking into my tone.

Both girls glance at me and raise eyebrows as we stand and exit the theater.

"Don't give me that look, zombies freak me out!"

"They're not real-" Bella teases me with a smile, but realization stops her comment and I try to hide my falling face from Jessica as she walks ahead of us in the lobby.

Vampires weren't real, until we met them. Fuck, everything brings us right back to them-

"-If it's supposed to draw a parallel about leprosy, my cousin had leprosy, it's not funny 'ya know." Jessica Stanley takes the cake when it comes to filling silence with conversation, even if it's one-sided.

Walking back to Bella's truck, I'm only half-paying attention to Jess as she rattles on. If I've learned anything from her since my first day at Forks, it's that I need to take everything she says with a grain of salt.

"I was surprised you even called at all." I lift my head in surprise at Jessica's statement, not quite rude but... "Like, your guys' depression thing - I get it-" Glancing between Bella and I, the train wreck falling from her mouth continues, "I'm totally, totally worried. But after a while... you're still not over them, but I'm going through stuff too 'ya know."

I almost want to laugh, not at her, but... it's almost funny how one person has basically derailed my life and Jessica Stanley thinks it's just seasonal depression.

Turning to Bella, I notice she's watching a group of bikers at the next street corner over.

"How 'bout a ride, girls?" One of them calls, watching the three of us.

As Bella gets a far-off look in her eye, Jessica moves to stand in front of her to get her attention.

"Dude, c'mon." Inclining her shoulder to continue moving down the street, she gives Bella a weird look, waiting.

"I think I know those guys." I reach out to put a hand on Bella's arm, but she's already stepping towards the group of men.

"Well they seem great, can we go?" Jessica pleads.

"I just need to see something." Bella sounds like she's in a daze and I start to worry as she begins walking to their street corner.

I have an instinct to follow my friend at the same time a tingle spreads across the back of my scalp, danger. The sensation almost draws a gasp from my lips, finally something other than just emptiness holed up in my chest.

I start after Bella, half to make sure my friend is alright and half to... chase this different feeling.

"Alright, alright! We've got takers." One of them says smugly.

These aren't safe men, turn around.

I stutter and almost trip on the uneven pavement. It's almost like he whispered the words in my ear, if the January air didn't have such a chill to it - I'd swear it was his breath on my neck.

A piece of me that had been dormant since Bella's birthday springs to life, I need to chase this. Just the instant craving to hear more of his imaginary voice drives me to stand beside my friend in front of a group of sketchy-looking bikers on a dark street late at night.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else." I whip my head towards her, trying to figure out what she's got planned.

"That's cool, I'll be whoever you want me to be." Swinging a leg over his motorcycle, he gives her an expectant look. "So, what do ya say?"

After a few tense beats, she decided to hop on the back of the closest bike and they immediately take off into the night. I hesitate a few more beats, looking at the other bikers, waiting-

Don't get on another man's bike darlin', you’re mine.

Tears spring to the corner of my eyes and I turn around, not wanting to start crying out of the blue in front of a bunch of random strangers. I'm not his anymore, but I also can't bring myself to cling to the back of anyone else.

Jessica meets me halfway up the street, throwing up her hands in a 'what the fuck' motion.

"Um, care to explain?" She asks impatiently.

"I think she just wanted to see what it's like-" but I'm cut off as Jessica stomps past me, Bella rounding the corner of the building.

"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you? Just curious."

"I thought I saw something." Bella tried to explain, I try to meet eyes to see what's actually going on, but her eyes are glued to the ground.

"You-oh, You're insane actually. Or suicidal. That homeboy? Could've been a psycho. I was about to end up in an FBI interview room like some lame TV show." Jessica rants as we walk away.

"Ugh, that was such a rush."

"Awesome, so you're an adrenaline junkie now? That's cool, you can go bungee jumping. You don't get on the back of some loser's motorcycle! Crazy." Stomping off towards her own car, I hang back with Bella. She's not wrong, but she also doesn't get it.

"Let's go home?" I ask my friend, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the beat up old red truck.

Is danger how I see-or rather hear him again? My heart picks up speed at the thought - I'm not one for dangerous situations, but I also can't get the idea out of my head. It's like my heart is at war with my brain, one with a crushing addiction and the other with the instinct for self-preservation.

A new war has kicked off inside of me and I have no idea which side will win.

• January 16th, 2006 • Ithaca, New York •

Jasper

Reading a book I found in Carlisle's study to pass the time, an unfamiliar uneasy feeling settles in my gut. Closing the book, I check everyone that's home to make sure it isn't one of them and I come up normal. Alice, sitting across the room raises an eyebrow while reading her own magazine at my sudden shift in demeanor.

"Alice-"

"I won't check her every time you get a feeling, Jasper. You're the one who wanted to cut her out." The sting of her words find their target, but I can't ignore this.

"Please, I need to know if she's... alright." I plead, not ready to drop it.

"She hasn't been fucking alright this entire time-" but her snap-back halts immediately as her eyes adopt the familiar far-out gaze of her power.

Immediately I'm kneeling in front of her, worry begins to slither across my skin. Alice cranks down on her feelings, refusing to give any hints away to what she's seeing.

"Alice, please." I'm not usually one to beg, but for Y/n? I've noticed over time things like that have changed.

"She's fine." Drifting back to reality, she stands and shoves me off with a look, voice monotone in anger directed at me.

"What did you see?" I hound her, following her down the hall to her room.

"Nothing - it doesn't matter, she chose differently." She answers cryptically and it almost sends me into a spiral of the worst ideas.

I want to question her more, but she slams her door in my face effectively ending the conversation. Anger and frustration with a tinge of despair floats through the air mingled with my sister's scent. I know it's directed at me, I know it's my fault and I can't find the strength anywhere to wipe her feelings away. Almost as if my gift has resorted to the cruel and unusual punishment of feeling without the capacity to manipulate anymore.

My forehead thumps against the white wood in defeat.

At what point does this sore heal? Does this ache ever go away? How much time has to pass before she isn't occupying every single thought of every single second of the day? I've read that grief is supposed to ebb and flow, but this - this is more of a steady current, a nonstop hotwire through my chest that's painfully constricting the long-dead heart within.

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STRAY KIDS WHEN...

You deny his kiss request

(fem!reader x SKZ)

MAKNAE LINE

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HAN

He would probably apologize

It's ok for him, you may just not be on the mood

Sometimes he gets a little too sensitive

He knows that you would never be mean to him

-🐿️-

*I'm a two kids room, he's telling the story when you rejected his kiss for the first time with Minho*

Minho- Oh! Is y/n, ok? I haven't seen her in at least a week.

Han- I think she's fine...*look at him*

Minho- ... You think she's fine? She's your girlfriend! *Laughs* Did you guys fight? Discussed?

Han- Nooo...*talking softly looking a little nervous but wanting to laugh* I think it is my fault...

Minho- Why?

Han- I was ready to invite her to the performance on Monday, but...she wasn't in the mood... *Holding laugh* I asked her for a kiss...she rejected it.

Minho- And...what did you do?

Han- I apologize...?*laughs*

Minho- Ok, but...what happened?

Han- I think I got too sensitive and didn't talk to her this week yet? *Laughing nervously*

Minho- *serious face* Hannie... Are you dumb?

Han- No...maybe? I think she's angry with me, hyuung! What do I do?!

Minho- SHE MAY BE THINKING THE SAME!!

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FELIX

He would beg if he notices that you're playing with him

Or ask if you're ok if he notices that you're down

If you're playing, what you make it obvious

He would beg the whole day, steal and run after you begging for a little peck on his lips

-🐥-

*at the waiting room after he performed, waiting for you guys to go home. Felix was very clingy, a needy boy with you, so you decided to test him a little bit*

Felix- Baby...*You were laying on the couch watching videos* Baaaaby...*he approached*

You- Whaaat?

Felix- *stop in front of the couch looking down to you* I'm needy...

You- *laughs* I know that~

Felix- I need your attention...*make a sad puppy face*

You- What kind of attention? *Loom at him smiling*

Felix- I need a kiss ... Just one~

You- ... Naaah *go back to the phone smirking* I don't want.

Felix- ...*processing* Please!

*he threw himself in you and hugged, you laughed out loud and you couldn't escape his kisses in your face. Not this time...you wouldn't run away easily*

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SEUNGMIN

He'll make sure that you'll regret that

Would tease you the rest of the day

Pretend being sad

Manipulates just for a kiss, yes

Silent treatment sometimes

He'll play your game too lol

-🐶-

*At the practice vocal room, you both were singing for fun and he was teaching one a little piano too*

*Suddenly he stopped and kept staring at you. You looked at him*

You- What...? I made something wrong?

Seungmin- I want to kiss you...just one *he showed it with his finger* Just once~

You- *blush and laugh* Aah Minnie, now?

Seungmin- I promise, is just one.

You- What triggered you?

Seungmin- Watching you playing piano is just too beautiful *blushes*

You- Later...I...want to finish this song. I'm gonna lose focus.

Seungmin: Alright...

You- ...*worried* Are you really sad?

Seungmin- Noo...*lies* I'm fine, it's just a silly kiss anyway.

You- Is not silly! Oh come on! *Laughs*

Seungmin- I'm ok...

You- No, you're not.

Seungmin- What you wanna do about it?

You- Kiss.

Seungmin- *fastly recompense himself* Yes!~

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JEONGIN

He is in SHOCK

How could you not kiss him?!

Every time you do that, he'll hunt you for a kiss

Run, run for your life

-🦊-

*Having a good time with the boys*

*You're playing with Jisung Overwatch on Xbox*

Jisung- What are you doooing?! *Laughing* YOU'RE DYING!

You- I'm trying! *Laughing* Orisa don't die! IMMORTAL!

Jisung- Oh no! You gonna lose! No no no! THE CAR! THE CAR! *You lost the game* Holy moly, that support was shit!

Jeongin- Love? *Approached* You're done?

You- Yeah...come play together, baby *look at him*

Jeongin- Naah, I'd rather stay with you in the room...aren't we going to what the movie?

You- Yeah. Just one more.

Jeongin- Ok, at least, a kiss.

You- It found a match already, later.

Jeongin:

Jisung- You can't reject our Maknae! *Laughs*

You- He can deal with that~

Jeongin- Hyung...grab the console.

You- What? Why? *Look at him while Jisung takes it from you*

Jeongin- You better run...

You- Aw shit! *Laughs in desperate running away*

Jeongin- YOU OWN ME A KISS!! *run after*

Jisung- Oh my...love is... weird ~

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 4 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You are a little surprised by your own response when Jeff asks you out. And you really start to wish the study room doors had locks.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, maybe some fluff

Length: 3100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley texted you all day on Sunday. You made him laugh, and he hoped he was making you laugh too. He never spent this much time talking to girls, but he'd never known a girl quite like you before.

Every time he saw his door, he smiled. Bradley was a little surprised Jeff hadn't commented on it, but then again, Jeff didn't know he called you Sugar.

Bradley cleaned the bathroom again after Tyson and Janessa were done in there, but he didn't even mind. He was in such a great mood.

Then he alternated talking to you and working on school assignments for the rest of the day.

He checked his phone to read the most recent text from you.

Are you going to crash the study room again this week?

Okay, so you wanted him to. Bradley just wished he could get you there alone. He wondered how you would respond to that request, so he just went for it.

Sugar, when can I meet you there for a little one-on-one time?

Bradley had to wait a bit longer for your response to that one, but you did finally write back.

On Tuesday afternoons Jeff has classes while I usually get caught up with reading.

So Bradley told you he would meet you then.

He realized that Jeff was still avoiding him by Sunday evening when Bradley greeted him in the living room.

Jeff just grunted and asked, "Did you have fun with Phoebe this weekend?"

Bradley shook his head while he dropped down onto the couch. "Nah. Barely saw her. I'm interested in someone else."

Jeff just glared at him. "I told you to leave her alone. She's a nice girl. And I'm asking her out tomorrow."

Bradley took a deep breath to keep from jumping up and shoving Jeff against the wall. "She's sweet. I like her, too. Maybe you're the one who should leave her alone."

"What the fuck, man? You can hook up with anyone you feel like, but you just have to have her? Why?"

Bradley didn't know how to answer that, so he simply told Jeff, "Ask her out then. Let me know how that goes."

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You were in the study room on Monday, wishing it was already Tuesday, and every time your phone vibrated, you felt butterflies in your tummy.

Bradley had been texting you pretty consistently since yesterday, and you'd been responding like the ridiculous girl you apparently were. You had Jeff right across the table from you, but you couldn't stop thinking about Bradley. Because that kiss with Jeff was terrible. But when Bradley kissed you, it was fireworks.

"Hey, so what do you think?" Apparently Jeff had been talking to you, but you had no idea what he had said.

"Um... what do I think about what?" you asked, shooting him and apologetic look for good measure.

He just smiled and asked, "What do you think about going out with me this weekend? We can skip the party on Friday night and see a movie instead?"

You swallowed down the lump of guilt in your throat. "Uh... I think I actually already promised Bradley I'd be at the party on Friday night." You had told him in a text that you would be there after he had asked. But then you thought maybe using Bradley as your excuse was a bad idea, because Jeff looked outraged.

"Are you seriously into him?" he asked, looking like he was about to snap his pencil in half.

You pressed your lips together. You couldn't figure out how to describe the way you felt about Bradley. "He's... "

"A douchebag? A player? Not good enough for you?" Jeff was quick to supply you with some options.

"Don't be like this," you whispered. "We've been friends for a while." Suddenly you felt like crying as you watched Jeff rub his hands along his face in frustration.

"Just think about it before you get involved with him, okay? I'll see you later."

And then he was gone. And you had plenty of time to think about Bradley.

You thought about him as you met some friends for dinner, and you thought about him while you pretended to listen to Janessa talk about Tyson. And you even thought about him the following morning while you were in your extremely boring differential equations class.

You didn't really care what Jeff thought about it, you just wanted to see Bradley again. His texting had tapered off a bit, and you wondered if he was still going to meet you in the study room. Or perhaps he was losing interest in you already. It was definitely in the realm of possibility that he was still seeing Phoebe or someone else entirely. Even someone with a visual impairment would be able to tell that Phoebe was better looking than you.

But just when you were about to text him and ask if he still wanted to meet you alone, Bradley strolled into the study room and sat down in the chair next to you, his back to the door.

"Sugar," he said with a smirk, and you were immediately smiling at him.

"Beer Boy." His soft laugh made your core throb. You were practically moaning for him after he had said one word to you. How ridiculous.

"You been thinking about me?" he asked with a grin. You could feel yourself blushing. Have you been thinking about him? Only constantly, and especially while you were fingering yourself before bed last night.

You shrugged. "A little bit. Here and there."

He nodded. "Yeah, me too. Just a little bit." But he was scooting his chair closer to yours.

"Jeff asked me out," you blurted, and you watched Bradley rub his hand along the back of his neck, bumping his backwards cap and making it crooked.

"Oh," he said softly with a frown creasing his brow. "That's great."

"Great? I told him no."

Bradley's lips parted in a sigh of relief. "Then why did you kiss him last weekend? After we kissed?"

You knew the blush was returning to your face. "Because you're probably not a good idea, honestly. And Phoebe was calling you."

He shook his head. "She's not calling me anymore."

"Oh?"

"Sugar, I painted my door just for you. Nobody else," he whispered, and you leaned toward him until your lips touched his softly. His big palm came to rest on your knee as you slid to the edge of your seat, getting closer to him. His kisses were so soft, just like Friday night. It was like nothing you would have expected from a Beta boy. Bradley was just completely unexpected.

He rubbed his thumb in slow circles along your jeans as he nipped gently at your lips. You licked the seam of his lips, and he opened his mouth to you. He tasted like mint, his tongue teasing yours.

His fingers trailed up your neck and tangled in your hair, and you shivered and moaned softly into his mouth. "Damn, Sugar. Seems like you've been thinking about me more than a little bit," he said, examining your face with hungry eyes before he reached down and grabbed your chair and pulled you closer so your legs were slotted with his.

You smirked. "I could say the same for you."

He mashed his lips against yours before kissing along your jaw to your neck. "Been thinking about you nonstop. You're sweet."

You tried to squeeze your thighs together, but Bradley's left leg was wedged between them. "Bradley," you whispered as he devoured your mouth with more of his soft and simultaneously demanding kisses.

"Sugar," he whispered against your lips. He rubbed his nose along the side of yours as he asked, "When can I see you again? I need to see you again, but I have to get to class."

You reveled in one more press of his lips to yours as he adjusted himself before he made to stand up.

"Thursday afternoon?" you asked, your voice sounding breathy.

Then he kissed your cheek. He actually kissed your cheek before he said, "See you then."

And when Jeff showed up after his class to study with you, it took all of your energy to stay focused on what he was saying instead of replaying your kisses with Bradley in your mind.

If only you'd had more time with Bradley, you were sure he would have kissed you until you sounded so stupid, just the way he liked smart girls.

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Jeff was pissed off, and Bradley knew it. He tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard since he already knew you had turned Jeff down.

"What's up?" Bradley asked as he passed Jeff and Tyson in the kitchen.

"Hey man," Tyson said as he devoured a bag of potato chips.

Jeff just grunted at him before saying, "I saw you leaving the library earlier."

"Yeah," Bradley said with a grin while he started making a sandwich. "I like it there."

"You like the library? Or you like her?"

Tyson froze and eyed them both up as he crunched on some chips. "You guys talking about Janessa's cute roommate?"

"Mmhmm," Bradley hummed. You were so pretty, and your lips were so soft. He couldn't stop thinking about having those lips wrapped around his cock. Just the idea of fucking your pretty face had him twitching. Even jerking himself off to the thought of you was better for him than any sex he'd had with Phoebe or the other girls recently.

"Yeah. She's too good for Bradley, but he's going to insist on trying to ruin her anyway," Jeff said casually.

Jeff was being a dick on purpose. But really, Bradley was pretty sure you were the one who would be doing the ruining, not him.

"You sound jealous, man. You had months to seal the deal with her," Bradley said with a smirk. "Can't perform under pressure? Too much competition?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Tyson was starting to look a little worried as Bradley assembled his sandwich and said, "She asks you to walk her home, but I'm the one who can get her in his bedroom."

Jeff was seething, but Bradley was kind of enjoying himself. He didn't specifically intend to use you as bait, but no way he was going to let Jeff act like he was better than him. Call him toxic, but Bradley was certain he could kiss you, fuck you, and be with you better than Jeff could.

"She's too good for both of you," Tyson said as he dumped the potato chip crumbs into his mouth.

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You had barely seen Jeff outside of your classes since he hadn't joined you in the library at all on Wednesday. He skipped lunch with you on Thursday, claiming he needed to get to class early, so you were solidly alone when Bradley showed up.

"Hey, Sugar," he said, pausing just inside the door and staring at you. He must have liked what you were wearing today. You'd done it on purpose, of course, and it was already paying off. He took a step closer to where you sat in your short pleated skirt and cardigan. It never hurt to lean a little bit into your nerd stereotype, especially when you figured it would make you unique to Bradley.

"You look cute," he whispered, never taking his eyes off you as he set his bag down. "Did you wear that for me?"

You licked your lips, stood, and slipped past him to close the door. "Yes," was all you managed to say before his hands were grabbing your hips, guiding you back against the door. You tipped your head back against the wooden surface and looked up at him.

"You look like a sexy little mathlete." His voice was soft and deep and raspy, and you felt yourself clench around nothing. Slowly he pressed himself against you, his body much bigger and more muscular than yours. "Keep thinking about all the ways I want you."

You moaned softly, and that was all it took. His mouth was on yours, and he was gently coaxing your lips apart with his tongue. He tasted your mouth, groaning softly as you brushed your fingers along his scars and up into his hair.

One of his hands was wrapped around you, reaching up the back of your cardigan. The other was inching down to the hem of your skirt. You let him rub his big hand up your bare thigh as he broke the kiss. He watched you, gauging your response to him as he eased his hand up along your soft skin.

You knew you must have looked so desperate for him, pressed up against the door with your lips parted, but you didn't care. He grinned at you as he squeezed your thigh making you bite your lip.

He kissed your neck so softly, his lips brushing you there as he asked, "Do you want me too, Sugar?"

You sucked in a breath, thrusting against the front of his jeans in response.

"You gonna tell me?" he asked, rubbing your leg so softly with his thumb, driving you wild.

"I want you," you gasped as his lips found yours again. Both of his hands were under your skirt, palming your ass through your underwear and lifting you up. You guided your legs around his slim waist, rubbing your wet, cotton covered pussy against his belt buckle with a loud whine. You'd never done anything like this in your life, and you felt ill-equipped to deal with that fact that you were probably about to fuck Bradley in the study room you'd been sharing with Jeff for months.

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You made Bradley feel a little possessive. He wasn't the jealous type, never really got attached to anything. But right now, as far as you were concerned, he needed to be the best.

As he settled down onto the chair with his back to the door, you straddled him and held his face in both of your hands. Your fingernails were gently gliding along his cheeks, softly caressing his scars. Your lips were kissing him as your nose bumped against his in the sweetest way. But you were grinding your pussy against him like such a bad girl, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Sugar," he moaned, and you tipped your head back, exposing your entire beautiful neck to him. He licked a line up from the top of your sweater to your chin and then moved his mouth to suck a mark on the side of your neck.

"Oh!" you gasped, and he sucked harder. He reached up your skirt, gripping your hips, guiding your movements a little slower as you rubbed yourself on him. His cock was hard and straining against his jeans for you to grind against, and every time your pussy hit his belt buckle, he got to hear you gasp.

"Feel good?" he whispered before licking the mark he had made on your neck. Such a pretty spot, he hoped to see it when it showed up darker tomorrow.

"Bradley," you whined as you tipped your head forward to meet his eyes. He watched you, your eyes unfocused as you rubbed your soft body against his. When you started whimpering, he put his lips to yours, enjoying how desperate your kisses felt. He couldn't remember ever wanting someone like this.

"What do you need?" he asked, easing one hand gently back inside your underwear and squeezing your ass. Everything about your body was a nice handful for him, and he wanted to wear you out until you were speechless. He thought about reaching into his bag for a condom, but you seemed like you were close to the edge without penetration.

"I just, I need, I-"

You were babbling now as Bradley smiled at you. "Aww, Sugar. You sound so fucking dumb right now, and I've barely touched you, baby." He kneaded his fingers into your ass cheeks and watched you get off.

"Oh!" you gasped, grabbing both of his shoulders and rubbing yourself up and down his abs while you moaned and cried out, "Oh, my God."

"Fuck, this is hot," he told you with a devilish grin on his face. "If you're gonna cum this good in my lap, I can't wait to get you in my bed."

"Oh, my God," you said once more, covering your flushed face with both hands. "I can't believe I did that." Your hips were finally starting to slow as you let out one more soft moan.

Two sharp knocks on the door, and then Bradley turned to see what looked like a pimple-faced freshman walking into the study room. You gasped and hid your face against his neck, as Bradley registered what you and he must have looked like with his hands still shoved up your skirt.

"I'm sorry! I thought this one was empty!" the younger kid said.

Bradley just looked at him as he stood there staring. "Get the fuck out!" he yelled, and the kid spun around and rushed out the door. Bradley removed one hand from your soft thigh and reached behind him to slam the door shut.

You pulled your face slightly away from his neck and looked up at him.

"You okay, Sugar?" he asked you softly. "You really got yourself worked up, didn't you?"

You covered your face with your hands again and whispered, "I am so embarrassed."

He tried his best not to, but he couldn't stop grinning when you peeked through your fingers and started to get up.

"What do you have to be embarrassed about?" he asked, taking your left hand in his right one and kissing your cheek. "That was fucking hot. I'm hard as a rock right now because of you."

You squeaked and bit your lip. "That kid looked like he was twelve years old!" you said, gesturing toward the door.

"Yeah, that was unfortunate. Next time I'll have to jam one of the chairs under the doorknob since these things don't lock."

Your eyes were wide and your cheeks were still flushed. "Next time?" you asked softly.

"You don't want me to help you study again next week? Show you some of the subjects you haven't taken yet?"

A laugh bubbled out of you. "Bradley, I am mortified right now." When you tried to stand again, Bradley held you in place.

"Don't be, Sugar. I'm gonna see you tomorrow night at the party, right?"

"Yes."

"You gonna wear something cute again? Just for me?"

"Maybe."

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Ahhhhhh! Thanks for reading this fic! And thanks to @mak-32 for helping so much with this one! This is for you, Mak!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA for not wanting my fiancé to hang out with my sister and I?

Okay so my fiancé (22f) offered to drive to Mexico with her aunt and stay a couple days. It was only three days notice and she hadn't discussed it with me(24f) at all. I do think she should go, she's been wanting a vacation lately and been really upset because I can't afford to go anywhere. It's a good opportunity to get vacation and family time. I was really happy for her. I just feel like it's basic politeness to at least let me know before she gave a definitive yes since we live together so I was slightly annoyed.

Fast forward two days and it seemed like that plan wasn't going to work out because her aunt wanted to postpone, so instead she decided to go out of town with her brother (18) since she had gotten her hopes up about a vacation, which again sounded like a good idea. In the meantime I'd set up a sleepover with my sister that same weekend.

Without even mentioning the situation to me, my fiancé posted on snapchat asking if a third person wanted to go with them to keep the costs down, which would be fine if she hadn't posted it to her story. Its okay if someone else goes but maybe asking in a groupchat or a few people individually but not absolutely everyone.

So of course her ex (who she has readily admitted shes left multiple people for) asked to go. It isn't her fault that her ex is the only one who offered but also that's part of the reason why I would have asked her to ask more directly than every single person she has on snapchat.

She asked me if I was comfortable with that which was nice, and I said not really because of the nature of their relationship. The only times we've hung out, my fiancé ended up being super cold and hostile to me and laughing her ass off at inside jokes with her. I get that they have a history and I don't expect her to pretend they dont, but it just makes me uncomfortable when we're all together because I feel like a third wheel to the person I'm engaged to and her ex girlfriend.

She got upset and said I was being unfair and ruining her weekend. I told her it was fine if she could find literally anyone else and that frankly it was inappropriate for her ex to even ask. She got argumentative about how she's been hanging out with her ex for years because they have mutual friends (which is fair except the mutual friends are not invited) and that her ex didnt even know I wouldnt be there. The argument lasted another two days. She kept saying that I am being too controlling, which I dont think is fair because if she didnt care about my feelings then why ask about them. I just gave up and said it was fine. I'd be having fun with my sister anyway so I wouldn't spend the whole time worrying, and I trust her not to cheat on me I just think it's a weird situation and it makes me uncomfortable, which is what she asked.

As soon as I said yes she told me it was too late to book an airbnb so she wasn't going to go, and that really upset me because she'd been so angry about me being uncomfortable that she wouldn't leave me alone for days and what was even the point of all that if she wasn't going to go anyway and she already decided that.

During the past 4 days until canceling suddenly like that, she was 100% supposed to be going out of town to somewhere, and I had gotten really excited about my sleepover with my sister. We were going to do things that my fiancé does not enjoy (arts and crafts, watching period movies) since it would be just us and also have some much needed sister time.

All of a sudden, the next day, my fiancé asked if she could come over too since she wasn't going anywhere. I said "I guess, but we were going to do stuff that you wouldn't like." And she got mad and told me I was being super rude and I could have been nice about it, which I thought I had been and I told her I feel like if she came either she wouldn't have fun or we wouldn't get to do the stuff that we were planning to. She was still angry all night and kept saying she obviously didn't want to come now since she wasn't welcome. I barely slept because she was so clearly upset with me and I didn't see any way to fix things without ruining my night with my sister.

The day before the sleepover she kept hinting that she wanted me to invite her and I really didn't want to. Maybe before all this stuff but I am really annoyed with all of this and I don't want he to butt in on my sisters night.

I think she's been inconsiderate and mean to me over this whole thing. I just don't get her thought process with any of it. But she seems really sad and that does make me think maybe I'm being the asshole here.

So AITA for not wanting my fiancé to hang out with my sister and I?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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28 ASKS! THANKS AGAIN YALL!! 🥰💥

I've thought about this a bit actually :00

Way back when the crew was only four people, (Seafoam, Octo, Ellie and Louis) they got caught in a great storm while out at sea. Becuase there was only four of them, they didn't have enough hands on deck to control the ship.

Blue Beauty saw this ship clearly struggling and in danger so she helped guide the ship back to calmer waters. It was her help alone that prevented the ship from sinking. Seafoam thanked her profusely. She hadn't been treated so kindly before.. So she secretly followed them around for a while before making herself more known and officially joining the crew. :}

XD I imagine that wouldn't fare well for Blue Beauty-

XD Foxy would be like "..Am I malfunctioning or are those cookie talking--"

Hmm.. I assume the textures all relate to the food/animal they're based on. Or maybe their personality..? <:0 I don't know!

OOO these are so good!! Thank you! :DD

XDD Its really tough for me ngl. I've never been the best with names-

@luna-purple454 (Post in question)

The Undyne one is a bit vague.. I pictured the group has a run in with an Undyne. She is able to maybe separate Papyrus from the group and even capture him. Maybe her Papyrus is dead or he's on the other side of the underground. For one reason or another she knows this is "not Papyrus". So she questions this imposter to his face.

..But Papyrus is silent. Its been so long since he's heard Undyne's voice.. he suddenly cant speak..

Now the Alphys is actually an older character in the AU. I mentioned that at some point early on the gang found an AU with an old Alphys. This Alphys had made a bunch of robotic arms for Monster Kid in all different sizes.

Well since MK is all grown up, some of the smaller arm models don't fit him anymore. So she gave some to Goner Kid! I didn't really have intentions for her to come back into the AU in any major way. I just felt like drawing her :)

Oooo that sounds cool!! :DD

ASKJANJ SALTY TENTACLES XDDD THATS AMAZING!

Also thank you so much!! :DD

XDD Well "actively", I don't tend to dip my toes in that fandom too much anymore. I've dealt with a surprising amount of uncomfy stuff there so I'd rather mostly stay away from it-

But I have drawn a decent amount for it none the less! And I'm glad you like what you see so far! <XDD

Oh boy, the Jevil gang wouldn't stay there then! <XDD

@astaherussy

I unfortunately still to this day have not watched the Mario movie. So I cannot answer the first part of that question :( I think I have a problem upstairs-

As for Peach or Daisy breaking down, I believe they would approach them the same way Luigi did Rosalina :00 Very gently and try to figure out what's wrong 🥺

@neo-metalscottic

Thank you!! :DD I'm glad you liked what you saw! And I'll keep Jevil and the gang in mind! :))

AND YESSSS THE CALICO JACK IDEA WAS SO GOOD!! Thank you so much!! :D

And once again- thank you for the compliments to my Toadsworth drawing! I was rather proud of that one! XD When it comes to his relationship with Peach,, that is a good question.. I was thinking it was an Alfred Pennyworth situation. Kind'a a royal advisor turned father figure situation.? :0 He was running the Kingdom while Peach was gone, and he was overjoyed to see her returned safe and sound!

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XD Just wait till you find my Super mario bros tag and all the comics and angst under it

(Also thank you!! :}}} )

@rotting-glitter-corpse (Link in ask)

I NEED!! TO LIVE THERE!!! RIGHT NOW!! 💥💥

Oh man, he'd do everything he could. I'm not sure what kind of demands he would make to the rest of the group. But if there was something they could do to help he would absolutely demand they to it :0

@fawncr33k

<XD I don't know if Seafoam would want to have kids at his age- but its a good question. I'm not sure what a child between them would look like, considering that Blue is a mermaid- :0

@pinkbomb08 (Post in question)

My Welcome Home AU is kind'a all over the place becuase of some changes I'm making to Sally and Poppy.. <XD But I can talk a bit about Julie! She hasn't changed much--

The idea I have for Julie is that her and her sisters are actually these huge grotesque monsters.. much more horrific looking than they are in canon. Anytime anyone saw them they'd run away screaming.. Julie grew up knowing that she was scary and people are afraid of her becuase of her appearance..

Now at some point when she was little, she discovered the Neighborhood. She would see Wally, Barnaby, Poppy and Eddie walking around every now and again. She wasn't sure why.. but she was so fascinated by them and their lives. Something about the way they walked, the way the talked, how they dressed, how they sounded, how they looked. She loved all of it.

She was so fascinated by the Neighborhood and she dreamed of becoming apart of it one day. But she knew that she couldn't show up looking like.. this.. so she used the Neighbors as a reference and began to drastically alter her appearance.

No one has horns, so she was able to greatly shorten hers and make them look more.. cute! All the residents have 2 eyes so she shall as well! Poppy has pretty eyelashes.. so shall she! She cant get rid of her tail but she can make it shorter and cuter! Wally, Eddie and Barnaby all have 4 fingers. So she shall as well!

Now the feet.. She never saw Wally or Eddie without shoes on.. but Barnaby is always bare foot. So feet paws she shall have! A lot of her form was transfered to her mane-hair! To her hair- :DD

Now she was trying to get her legs to be shaped more like Wally's. So she altered them a bit and began to practice walking. But she tripped and fell, letting out a yelp!

Someone heard her, and came looking.. Since she couldn't use her new legs yet- she couldn't escape-

..Poppy found her. .

Julie hadn't completed her transformation from "monster" to "person" yet! So when Poppy saw her she thought she blew it. Surly Poppy would run away screaming upon seeing this horrible monster.. Julie started to cry.. but Poppy didn't run. She saw this poor little child covered in mud and with a scraped knee. She quickly jumped into action, "Oh dear! You poor thing, here sweetie let me help you up," Poppy guided Julie out of the woods. After she was cleaned and patched, they talked a bit about Julies situation.

"Where are your parents, dear?"

"..I don't have parents.."

Suddenly Poppy had adoption papers in her hand XD Huh, wonder how those got there-

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I mean... I got my skin back at least.. 🥺

thh... thank yoiuuuu!!! :33 ✨💖✨

I don't know.. is it offensive in the games for a character to be called a cracker? Are there cracker characters?? <:00

Oooo I'll keep this in mind! :00 Thank you!

@djadecutie

AKJJSD CRIMINAL XDDD

@storylover2

<XD Oh man, I looked through some doodle dumps and found I drew that creature at least 20 times. None of which looked the way I saw it in my head.💀I gave up on drawing Chain Chomp a looong time ago.. 💔💔

(Thank you for the suggestion though! :000 )

I'm not sure <XD Google doesn't want to tell me what real seafoam tastes like. Its only showing me what the candy seafoam tastes like!

I cant really remember much of that movie,, so I'm not sure how they would interact with the residents there. But a world made of candy? I'm sure they'd feel right at home! XD

@beryl-shade

Oh yeah for sure :0 that could be what happened to Tuna! 😱

(Also sorry for not including the gifs! There wasn't a way I could paste them into this ask post :((( )

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Aww! That's adorable! :D

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mybworlds · 5 months

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Bittersweet

CHAPTER 1

status: ongoing

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: your life is full of 'must'. You live with your overprotective mother who controls every aspect of your life. You have a dream, to write romance novels, but love - real love - you haven't found yet. Your mother has even decided what you must do in your free time: play music. One day, however, when you go to your music teacher's house, you will have an unexpected encounter and from that day on things change…

rating: 18+ explicit (minors, DNI)

Before to start... Hello people, I know there are other two ff that I already started, but I dreamt this new idea for my new ff. So I decided to write it down it. So here we are. If you want to let me know what you think about it I'd be glad to read you.

No offence pls, if you dislike it go away :)

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner

You always dreamed of doing something special, of being the person who would make a difference in the world….

So you hoped.

You hoped to become a great writer of romance novels, and you hoped to instill hope in the hearts of young people not to give up in the face of love and the possible obstacles that may arise.

But not all dreams come true.

In fact, you ended up working in a small bar on the outskirts of your town, surrounded by the many stories of the many diners who populate the place during the daytime or evening hours--depending on the shifts. These stories are the most different, and cannot help but feed your wild imagination.

In the evening, when you are not on shift, you write dozens and dozens of stories on your computer: some are shorts, some are very long and have happy endings, some less. It depends on your mood and how you imagine certain events you've witnessed or heard will end.

"I'm home!"

Your mother has just returned from a nearly seventy-two-hour shift at the hospital, she works in emergency medicine, and - since your father died (or at least she always said) - when she's not at home, you have to do everything, housework and bar work, grocery shopping, paying bills.

"Hi, Mom."

You absentmindedly greet her by putting down your computer glasses and crinkling your eyes in exhaustion.

"Did you buy groceries?"

The usual string of questions starts, to which you always answer with a distracted yes. You are almost 30 years old, but sometimes you feel like you are 40s or even 50s. Sometimes you think you would just like to enjoy youth, to be carefree, light-hearted, you would like to be free even to make mistakes, and instead you feel caged in this life. In a life where the only rule is you must.

"So you're okay with that?" your mother suddenly asks, making you get your feet back on the ground.

"What?" you ask confused.

"You might even listen to me for once!" blurts out Mom.

"I just got distracted for a second!" you exclaim trying to catch up.

Mom snorts, "I asked you if you were free tomorrow for your guitar lesson."

Ah yes, the exhilarating guitar lessons!

Mom, ever since Dad left (but she always said it was as if he was dead), has demanded that you take piano lessons first and guitar lessons later, like your father. You can't understand your mother, sometimes she seems to hate your father, sometimes she doesn't.

About love, you've always wanted it to be forever. Maybe it's just some romantic bullshit you always watched in movies or read in books, but you want to believe that there really exists out there for you, someone who is willing to love you for a lifetime. Too bad you haven't found anyone so far who is willing to love you the same way you love, to want you the way you want!

Going back to your guitar lessons, your teacher is a bit of a peculiar guy, a bit of a loner, a lover of many things and one opposed to the other. He's -- you don't know exactly how to define him. You've never been able to decipher him. He seems gruff, but at the same time he has a good side and probably deep down sweet.

Very deep down.

"Yes, don't worry." Mom, ever since he left, has become overprotective in some ways with you, has demanded to control you even though you are not so young anymore, wants to know what you read, what you see, what you do. It may seem normal, perhaps, for a mom to try to get to know what her child does, but not the way she does. If you are evasive for one reason for another, she becomes a hound, suffocating almost. Once she even demanded to read a chat you created with friends fearing that you might be in touch with a man much older than you, and instead she found herself a chat where you were exchanging sometimes funny and sometimes even private messages with some of your close friends from school, which even embarrassed you, but mom justified herself by saying she was doing it for you. She even banned you from driving for fear that you might have a car accident! You have a driver's license, but your mother won't even let you drive around town. She always has to be the one to drive you. These manias of hers are suffocating!

"Good. Do you have money to pay for it?" she asks you.

"Yes, don't worry," you reply, going to prepare dinner.

"We have to be very punctual or I'll be late for the hospital," she informs you.

"Do you have another night?" you ask her "It will be the fifth time in a month! But didn't there used to be shifts once even in the hospital?" you ask again as you prepare some pasta.

"Yes, but -- you know, there are only a few of us and then there are even more emergencies than usual."

You follow your mother with your eyes as you see her typing on her cell phone. Your mother sometimes looks like the young woman and you look like the mom.

What an unfair life!

The next day your life flows as usual, you get up very early, make coffee bringing it also to your mother, go to shower, get dressed and go to work.

At the café there is the usual hustle and bustle, who wants coffee, who wants a croissant, who wants a slice of pizza, who wants something else. You don't have a moment to yourself. Only when it's almost lunchtime now, you stop and go to the back of the store to eat your sandwich and smoke. Yes, you smoke. The only real transgression in your life. If your mother found out she would probably kill you, but you don't care smoking makes you feel good and maybe it makes you feel good because it's a decision you made, not because it was forced on you.

You rub one temple and look toward the road covered with a hint of snow. You wonder what you would have been doing by now if you had not been there with your mother, if maybe you were busy in college or maybe in pursuing some master's degree, you wonder who you might have been if you had dared to live your life to the fullest.

In the afternoon, your mother - after making sure you are dressed appropriately, that you have sheet music and whatnot - drops you off in front of your teacher's building.

The latter lives on the top of seven floors, it's practically a penthouse, it's beautiful place. Being with him -- a little less so.

When you knock, you are about to greet him, but a completely different man from your teacher appears in front of you. He is tall, much taller than your teacher and you, curly brown hair, dark eyes, a look that is at first grim, then curious, defined jaw line and curved nose. He is perhaps 40 years old.

You stand open-mouthed, thinking you had the wrong house for a moment, then realizing it's the right address.

"I was looking for Mr. Miller," you say.

"In person." he replies.

"Tommy Miller," you say.

"I'm his brother." he says again.

You are about to say something, but he is the one who interrupts you by asking if you are his student and calling your name, you nod in confusion.

"My brother had to leave yesterday morning. He told me you were coming and to wait for you to let you know." he clarifies by placing his hands on his hips.

He is incredibly muscular; you have never seen a man like him. He hits you right away.

"I see. Then -- I'll go." ready to leave.

You make to turn your back to him "Did Mommy tell you not to talk to strangers?" he asks making you turn back to him "I saw you get out of your mother's car." he adds noticing your confused look.

"What did you say?" you ask in annoyance.

You see him smirking and cross his arms "Are you afraid the big bad wolf will eat you?"

You wrinkle your forehead "First, I don't even know who you are." you say moving a couple of steps closer to him "And second…"

"Joel." he introduces himself by extending his hand.

"You're creepy -- Joel," you say looking first at his hand and then at his face.

"You, on the other hand, are shy." he notes looking at you and running his gaze over your figure. No one has ever looked at you like this. Making your skin warmed. "Yes, you are a shy little one." he adds, smiling and making wrinkles appear on the sides of his eyes.

"Your brother is definitely nicer," you say.

Lie. Tommy has always been very much on his own.

He just bends his head to the side, "Funny, people always told me I'm the nice one of the Miller brothers."

Gotcha.

"Well, maybe they never really knew you!"

"And you in less than a minute figured out who am I?" he asks, leaving you speechless.

No, you know very well that you cannot judge anyone in less than a minute. If someone had judged you in less than a minute they probably would have dismissed you as an ordinary young woman, lacking dreams of her own, trivial.

Perhaps the same thing applies to the man in front of you, Joel Miller.

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Hi Nina (did I address you right?),

I'm in the mood for warm, fluffy fics and was wondering if you take requests for them?

If you do, I'd like to request a fic about Y/N as Han's elder (and favourite) cousin who visits him during practice when she's in town. One of the boys becomes enamoured with her and he asks her out for coffee the next day and lunch the next, then dinner another week and a movie after that, etc. Y/N is oblivious to his feelings and treats him platonically, while Han confronts his friend about catching feelings for his cousin. He's torn between wanting his friend and cousin to be happy (because he can't help but admit they're good for each other), and fearing the dynamics of his relationship with them to change (especially that his cousin may not have time for him anymore).

(Sorry for the long request. I'm working abroad, and my emotions have been craving beautiful familial / friend relationships these days.)

No obligations though, especially if you're not comfortable writing this.

Hope you have a nice day!

What a beautiful request my friend! I hope I can do it comforting and fluffy justice. It will have a few parts, just because it’s easier for me to write that way. Still haven’t decided on a title but I’m sure it’ll come to me. Enjoy!

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“LOOK WHO IT IS EVERYBODY!” Han’s voice echoes through the dance studio as he walks in the door with you trailing behind him. The members all turn their heads to look at you. Minho, Seungmin, Changbin, and Jeongin wave from the seats on the floor. Felix runs over to give you a big hug. “HEY! So good to see you!” He says, smiling brightly before stepping aside to let Hyunjin hug you as well. Chan also comes over and hugs you. “What brings you to town?” he asks. Han answers before you can open your mouth “...because she missed her fav little cousin. OBVIOUSLY Christopher!” Chan rolls his eyes and you giggle. A notification makes your phone go off: “YOH!” The guys look at you as you pull your phone out of your hoodie pocket. “Is– Is that Changbin?” Han, raises an eyebrow. You nod your head as you look at the screen. “Why do you have him as your notifs tone?” Han crosses his arms. “You never made any sound bites of me for your phone.” Changbin jumps up and runs over, absolutely beaming. “I guess she’s got a new bestie Jisung,” he says, putting his arm around your shoulders. “I just think it’s really funny. Everytime I’m in the middle of a conversation like this or even if I’m just sitting there quietly. Suddenly, there’s Changbin going “YOH!” and it cracks me up,” you say laughing. “Well, he is a joke. That’s for sure,” Hyunjin chimes in. “Ay!” Changbin yells, puffing his muscular chest as if he wants to fight Hyunjin. “Alright. Break time is over, let’s get back to it,” Chans says, clapping his hands. Changbin waits until the others move away from you. “I found this cafe not too far from the dorm that sells those fancy little scones and European teas that you like. Wanna check it out tomorrow?” he asks. “Sure,” you nod your head, taking a seat on the floor to watch them practice. Changbin grins as he cutely skips to his place in the formation as the music starts.

Changbin Masterlist

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a/n: That’s totally my notif sound and I love the looks I get from confused people who don’t know what’s happening.

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Heal My Wounds

Rhea's mistake (Part 9)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

It was early in the evening when Dom, Finn and Damian went back to their own flats. You were now alone with Rhea.

"You gonna tell me now why I had to remove my hand from your thigh?" she says with a smirk.

"I'd prefer not to but I guess I don't have a choice." you sigh. Rhea looks at you with a curious expression.

"Come on don't tease me" she begs. "Yeah, that brings us pretty much to the topic.." you say hesitantly.

Demi just looks at you confused. "Wait, did that- did I.. you got aroused?" she laughs.

You feel the heat rise in your face. You try to punch her jokingly put she catches your hand, pins you against the wall and rests her other hand on your hip.

You gasp, pictures of your ex flash through your mind, the first time he got physical, the first time he beat you up, the first time he raped you...

It was too much. You scream and push her away from you with all your strength. You run into the bathroom crying and lock the door behind you.

Rhea just stands there in absolute shock. Confusion, worry, surprise, everything. By the time she realizes what happened it was already too late..

In your panic you search through her drawers and eventually find some razor blades.

Don't do it, you know it's wrong, just get some help.

If you get help they won't believe you, they'll believe him, you have no other option. Your mind fights.

Rhea feels absolutely helpless and horrible for what she's done. How could she forget about that?

You set the blade, there's no going back now...

Shit shit shit shit shit it echoes in Rheas head. You got your razor blades in there, what if she does anything stupid? She's done selfharm before.

"Y/n!" Demi shouts and bangs her fist against the door. "Y/n please, let me in! I'm sorry, let's talk about it please!" she says with a calmer voice now. Tears running down her face.

You flinch as you suddenly hear Demi shouting and banging against the door. Fuck what do I do now? I can't let her in and see me like that!

"Y/n please! Please don't do anything stupid. I am so, so sorry, please!" Rhea begs.

You let the blade sink.. Your vision is blurry due to all of the tears but you still manage to somehow unlock the door.

Rhea storms in and hugs you so tight you struggle to breathe. " God y/n I'm so sorry" she cries, head buried in the crook of your neck.

You hug her back and you both sink down onto the ground without breaking your hug. Rhea pulls you on top of her lap and you just sit there and cry together.

"I am so sorry y/n, I didn't think it through" Demi sobbs. "It's okay" you whisper through your tears.

"God I've only known your for.. how long? Three days? And I already can't stand the thought of loosing you!" she pulls away slightly to wipe her tears.

She can't stand loosing you.. Shut the fuck up, she means it in a friendship kind of way! You're mind is fighting again. "I don't want to lose you too" you slightly smile at her.

Rhea hugs you again and you stay like that for a while before you decide to make some dinner and watch another movie together.

"Let me guess" Rhea says after you finished washing the dishes. "You want me to sleep in the bed with you again?" she smirks.

"How'd you know?" you say in mock indignation. You both laugh at that. "Come on then" Demi grabs your hand and pulls you into the bedroom.

"okay, I learnt from my mistake earlier so I'll ask. Is it okay if I push you onto the bed?" she grins. "Never" you say with your mock indignation again.

Rhea laughs and pushes you onto the bed. She places herself on top of you and tries to tickle you. You fight in a playful manner and Rhea even let's you win.

You are now on top of her and pin her arms down onto the bed next to her head. You smile at each other and you release her hands.

"Come here" Demi says and opens her arms. You cuddle up to her and she places her arms around you.

"I really like you and I barely even know you. Doesn't happen very often you know" Rhea whispers. You smile, "I really like you too"

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