#i just wanna say that i love seeing your string of asks in my inbox every time (/gen)

[seelestia]

oh goodness. i apologize this is late my brain has been VERY SCRAMBLED AS OF LATE 🫠🫠 anywayss tyy,,im still suffering from social stress actually so :/ not much i can do abt it. also i hope ayato ended up pampering u after all that as well shfjwjjdw (he did right-) but yes! i do prefer more quiet and intimate just to be with bedo tbh,,i just love how observant and attentive he is to my needs. gosh he's so sweet. i gib him all the kithes. ~Lycoris

NOOO, LY, YOUR BRAIN ISN'T EGGS! DON'T LET THE WORLD SCRAMBLE IT D; (yk bcs scrambled eggs?? fjkskfs, cyno told me it'd "guarantee" cheering you up a little 🫂 /lh)

social stress sucks, especially if the source is school since you're surrounded by people most of the time there <//3 is there any routines that you can do to help ease the stress out when you're there?? like having some 'me time' during recess, etc. i hope it gets better soon for you, ly! :(

here's some modern!au at school with your selfships that i thought of. wishing this can help lift your spirits for a bit! <3

albedo who offers you his hand and leads you to the rooftop so the two of you can take some time away from the crowds together. sometimes, he even locks the door to the rooftop from the outside to prevent people from intruding. it's fine, they'd probably just think that the rooftop is "closed for the day" (when it really is just him /lh). don't worry, according to albedo's words, "this is completely legal and it guarantees privacy."

(bonus: albedo who always reserves a corner in every piece of paper he has to sketch you. when you flip through his notebook, there's just a doodle of you on the bottom right of each page. "i'm afraid it's become a habit i don't wish to get rid of," he admits. how can he say that with such a pretty smile on his face.)

cyno who likes putting your hands into his pockets or his hands in your pockets. as long as he can hold your hands and there's pockets, he doesn't mind either. cyno says that he does this "because it feels nice", but it's probably so he can bury his face on your shoulder and fall asleep. if people send you weird looks, he'll shoot those back tenfolds. this guy is a loyal bodyguard!

tighnari who lends you his notes without even needing you to ask for them. strangely enough, you're surprised to find out that he drew smiley faces and adorable flowers as decorations. tighnari claims it's "to make the notes more immersive", but the unspoken truth is that he looks forward to see the way you smile when you see those doodles. you and only you get to see these notes, after all <3

gorou who likes preparing packed lunches or homemade bentos for you. it's no hassle at all, he really enjoys preparing these for you! knowing that he is doing something for you fills his chest with pride and affection. no, no, he definitely doesn't try his hardest to make sure the tiny whiskers on the bunny-shaped onigiris look good. not at all! (/lh)

ofc, your vibes are super wholesome! OH AND now that i think abt it, you also remind me of collei! it's most likely because of the recent windblume event where collei visited mondstadt and both she + sucrose were the representatives of us introverts 😭 oh, idk if you're a genshin player, but do tell me! if you do tho, which five-stars do you currently have?? is— is albedo one of them. (/lh) and if you don't play genshin, that's totally A-okay, dw! ;D

aaaa, ty! i find that i channel a lot of bubbly puppy energy, hehe. it kinda fits because i'm like a puppy who loves nudging my f/o's how with ayato as a spoiled fox / cat, and scara is a grumpy and hissy cat. i'm actually torn abt heizou but i think he might be an energetic chinchilla or smth. (/lh)

i couldn't find a sophibedo art but i found a pretty one for HOWLBEDO. HEHEHHE >:3c

sophibedo may not be as feisty as sophie, but he just can be stubbornly curious and humble at the same time !! just imagine sophibedo being stubborn and staring at you unrelentingly... yk, when someone is trying to be intimidating but they just end up looking cute instead, jfjejkdkkwek.

AWWW, THANK YOU, LY! it always makes me super happy to know that others enjoy my works, especially you (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) (/g) i love writing banters with scara because he's so annoying it makes me wanna throw a pillow at him (/aff) and heh, i hope you can feel the liddol serotonin boost rushing thru you when you look at bobas and get reminded of me and 'yato! ;D

dw, tighnari flicks you just to pull you closer the next second. what an underhanded trick (/lh)

eating popcorn as i watch a bunny trying to provoke a fennec fox and gets gently flicked with the poofy tail. (/lh) which reminds me that tighnari canonically takes care and grooms his tail really well! does he let you lay your head on it sometimes?? maybe, even snuggle it??? that sounds like the softest makeshift pillow you'll ever get 🤭

and i can see that the general mahamatra is a clingy one, judging by how he's hanging off of your arm rn. (/lh) A SMOL BUNNY THAT DOESN'T NOM NOM ON CARROTS... what a fascinating little floof! would you eat cookies if they're carrot-shaped. (/j) also, random but why do i have the feeling that cyno dislikes veggies and tries to avoid them sneakily at the dinner table—

"oh?" the expression on tighnari's face was nothing short of amused. he placed a hand on top of your head, an act that would've been considered offensive if done to a species with animalistic ears on their head like the forest ranger himself — but he knew you were an exception. and so, with gloved fingers, tighnari ruffled your hair gently as he huffed an affectionate sigh, "i didn't think you'd admit to being a brat so quickly."

("you're going to keep this up, aren't you? oh, i can tell my sanity is in danger already," he facepalms. but you have the feeling that he doesn't sound as serious as he makes himself out to be.)

i feel like tighnari can be so cheeky in private and i fear for you, ly. what if you turn to goo again, no— (/lh) JFKSKSKS BOTH YOU AND GOROU ARE SO WHOLESOME. like so cute scara tells me he's gonna puke just looking at the two of you scara, be nice. (don't mind his analogy, that just means your cuteness as a couple is thru the roof /aff) 🤭

dw, heizou gave me compensation in the form of hanging from my arm the whole day and treating me to stuff. i'm more amused by it tho, in a "now ik you talk to animals like a reporter and i'm never gonna live it down" way, hehehe. yeahhh! we're all just a bunch of nerds having drinks and checking out the books we bought. it's a book club atp (/j)

i personally think scara would be sorta interested in going to a lego store for some reason LMAOAOAO

oooo, somewhere artsy! any specific places in mind? my first thought is pottery classes for some reason fjkekdkk. oh, how chaotic that'd be! i think cyno might get frustrated when his clay plops and he just goes, "this is just a minor obstacle in my path to making the best pottery ever." he starts going there everyday afterwards. cyno can be childishly competitive like that. tcg??? no, pottery. (/j)

AWW, THAT'S SO CUTE. let me tell you this right here and now, cyno would be so proud of that apron! like super proud, the 'i'm gonna make excuses just to wear this' type of proud. embarrassed? what do you mean, embarrassed? the general mahamatra doesn't know the definition of shame, it's something his bunny made him and he's gonna cherish it till the end of time. people who disagree can file their complaints to the akademiya, smh. (/lh)

as long as you and cyno don't start a flour fight and the kitchen is all right in the end, it's all good. i'm sure tighnari and albedo agree with me (/j) btw, ly, how would you rank your boys in the kitchen?? >:3c

if it were me, i'd rank mine like this (hehe):

1. scara !! surprised or not, he's canonically good at cooking and i find that funny in a cute way he gets so offended when others look so shocked like since when does people with an attitude can't cook?? (/lh). more civil in the kitchen too because "there're places to pick a fight and it's not here, you idiot."

2. heizou !! his cooking skills may not be as impressive as scara's, but i'd say sufficient enough <3 he makes good sandwiches for a quick picnic break! but likes whining that his arms are 'sore' so his 'knight in shining armor (me)' to help him out, hmph. (/aff)

3. ayato !! he can't cook and should not be allowed in the kitchen. i swear, 'yato views the kitchen as a laboratory because instead of making edible food, he puts stuff into the pot like a witch brewing potions 😭 banned from the kitchen forever. (/j)

and dw abt chonking off the brainrot! you can even take a break in the middle of it >:) my inbox is here to stay and i don't want you to feel like you have to answer all of them in one sitting. take your time! ;D 🫂 (/gen)

heheee, good! i'm glad to see you feeling a bit better after a break (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾o＾) oooo, boba and cookies 'n cream! why is it so cute that boba and oreos happen to be round-shaped, hdjjejfke. ayato added that he thinks you're cultured for your likes 🤭 also, idk why but i always feel like snickerdoodles are the face of cookies?? like when people say cookies, they just come to my mind first! (/pos) + maybe snickerdoodles are a comfort food/pastry for you?? that's really cute, it reminds me of hot chocolate and resting by the hearth during winter (>_<) what's your fav season btw, ly?? >:3c

blueberry muffins and ice cream croissants make my taste sound too fancy for some reason, i swear, i'm a simple gal because desserts aside, sandwiches with extra chicken slices in them make me vv happy too— (/lh)

DON'T WORRY, i can fix the inbox's door right back up with ayato's money !! (/lh)

PINKBEDO FOR THE WINNNN. ly, instead of albedo, let's just call him strawbedo 🤭 atp, his pretty blonde hair is just a canvas for anyone to put any colors on. it's just too paintable for its own good (/aff)

i bet klee will love strawbedo sm she'll start telling him to lean down so she can give him a pat!! this is so cute. klee and ly 🤝 strawbedo lovers <3

#this is random and unprompted but #i just wanna say that i love seeing your string of asks in my inbox every time (/gen) #it feels like we're penpals having fluffy brain worms back and forth in a single letter and I LOVE IT !!! #ask box! 📬 #visitor: dearest lycoris anon! 🍡 #cw: selfships

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Give Them A Show

Pairing: Boyfriend! Soobin x afab! reader x perv! Yeonjun x perv! Taehyun

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Smut; perv! patterns; voyeurism; exhibitionism; oral (m. and f. receiving); fingering; threesome and borderline foursome; unprotected sex; anal sex

Word Count: 1.46k words

Mellow speaks: This has been sitting in my inbox for a while and I LOVED writing it today!!! I might have actually gone overboard, but I'm still proud of this lol.

Tagging: @ivyvesisi @sweethyuka @yedammi @yeonyeonyeonjun

"Wanna join?," your boyfriend asks, a lazy smirk spreading across his face as he looks up from his place between your thighs. His words are muffled by the way his mouth still remains in contact with your pussy, a thick string of saliva connecting his lips to your lower ones. But still, they're enough to be heard by the two perpetrators standing by the door, visible dents in the crotch of their shorts.

Yeonjun is the first one to regain composure, blinking his eyes a couple times to wash his dumbfounded expression away. Soon enough, he's back to the bitch you know, his own lips curling up into a smirk as he quirks a brow. "Would be a pleasure," is all he says, sauntering into the room as if it belongs to him, his eyes fixated on your naked form.

You know he's not supposed to see you like this, but with the thrill of what's about to come weighing in on your mind, all you can do is let out a hum, propping yourself up on your elbows as your eyes flick back towards the door. And it's then that Taehyun comes back to his senses, lowering his phone gently before putting it back in his pocket. Yeah, he was recording you, no doubt to help himself using it later, but now that you're about to give him the real thing, it's not like you can complain.

"What would you like?," is the question that rings through the room, and much to your surprise, the one asking it is none other than you yourself. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity after all, and you know that the moment your two visitors step out of the room, Soobin is going to rail the shit out of you, just so he can get rid of any "lingering remains" of their thoughts from your head. So it's only natural that you'd want to enjoy the moment as much as possible.

Your words make all three heads whip towards you, Soobin's brow quirked as he silently tries to gauge what's going on in your head. But you're quicker, shrugging your shoulders just as you lean forward, your lips catching your boyfriend's in a heated kiss while your hand roams down to his clothed crotch.

You're shameless in that moment, your tongue wrestling with your partner's, making Yeonjun's mouth water as he takes the sight in. And that's what spurs him on to say, "Suck on me," his words making you chuckle as you pull away, only to find him palming himself. "C'mere," you catch yourself whispering, Soobin's eyes darkening in a sinister way as Yeonjun bites down on his lip, scampering onto the bed.

Two minutes later finds his shorts hanging just around his knees, your hands on his member as you pump him gently, his back to the wall. His moans are soft but erotic, different in every way to the ones you've heard from Soobin, but enticing just the same. All you're doing is touch him, but the effect that touch is having on his entire being is plenty evident, his mouth falling open as you massage his length and balls, licking your bottom lip before lowering your face down.

Soon enough, he's inside your mouth, your tongue swirling around his girth and your teeth grazing against his flesh as you hollow your cheeks out, taking him in till he hits the back of your throat. If sucking on Soobin's cock has taught you anything, it's how to please a guy with everything you've got. And that's exactly what you do, licking off the precum that threatens to spill from his tip, the taste making you dizzy as you smile.

Picking up the pace, you don't notice the way Taehyun's lips twitch as he watches you from the side, leaning in towards your boyfriend to whisper something that only he can hear. If you'd known what he said, your eyes would have gone big despite themselves upon seeing Soobin nod his head, giving him the green light as he makes his way towards the mattress.

You're too busy giving the elder a blowjob to feel the slight change in the weight on the mattress, and it's only when your pussy is tickled that you let out a gasp, your eyes flying open from the sudden action. It's not Soobin, that much you can know for sure, but as Taehyun licks a stripe up your folds, you can't help but revel in the feeling. You let him do his thing, shifting your focus back on Yeonjun's dick as the younger pushes deeper into you, his tongue doing laps around your clit before entering your hole.

You're already weak from the treatment Soobin gave you earlier, and so, as Taehyun begins eating you out, it's only a matter of time before you feel your knees go weak from the pleasure, your thoughts getting clouded over as your jaw inches towards going lax. But you stop yourself at just the right moment, refusing to let go before you make the man in front of you cum.

And while Soobin can do nothing but watch as you pleasure his bandmates, there's a lingering sense of pride, a sinister kind of joy behind his eyes as he smiles to himself. Because he knows, at the end of the day, the slut that's on his bed right now belongs to him, just like he knows he's going to prove that within the next few minutes. So he watches, silently jerking off in a manner thats agonizingly slow, just so he won't cum before time.

A couple more minutes, and Yeonjun's tip hits the back of your throat again, one last gag escaping you just as he cums into your mouth. Lapping him clean, you let your tongue glide across his length just a little longer, waiting to ride your own orgasm out. Taehyun, meanwhile, is hard at work, his fingers joining in on the fun as he continues to suck on you.

Before you know it, you've reached your breaking point, your juices spilling all over Taehyun's face as he laps them up, smacking his lips at the taste. It's almost addicting to him, and while he knows he'll probably never get to taste you again, he can't wait to dream about you at night. With that thought in mind, he pulls away, the drunken smile on his face matching Yeonjun's as the two of them revel in having lived their fantasy.

But it's far from over still, your moans greeting them once more as they're forced to watch you writhe and squirm, a mess under the effect your boyfriend has on you. Yeah, he's claiming you back, reminding you that whatever happens, you're still his for keeps. Your 'friends' can only ogle on, hands on their dicks and tongues lolling out of their mouths, as you clutch the sheets, cracking your eyes open just enough to see them as Soobin continues to pound into you.

Your butt is going to be really sore the next day, but as you feel him plant a slap to your right cheek, it's not like you care. Not when his insanely long arms span around your body and massage your boobs, not when you're on the verge of forgetting your name as he assaults your pussy. "P-please," is what you let out as a whimper, crying out as the pain turns into pleasure. Pleasure so good you can't think of anything else.

His thrusts grow harder and deeper and faster, relentless as he urges you on towards your climax. "Come on baby, give them a good show," he whispers into your ear, his hand kneading your breasts as his balls ram against your folds. You're close, much too close to not notice it. One more thrust, then two more, and by the third, you've lost control, releasing all over his member as your arms give way from under you.

Soobin continues to move in and out of you, chasing his high as his teeth dig into the skin of your hips. You don't keep track of time, coming back to your senses only when you feel his warm load seep deep into you, his juices getting mixed with yours. You can't help but cry out at the feeling, your toes curling and your eyes getting screwed shut.

When you come to, the words that first register themselves in your mind are, "Show's over, boys." But there's something about his tone that tells you that those words aren't meant for you.

#soobin #soobin smut #yeonjun #yeonjun smut #taehyun smut #txt smut #taehyun #tomorrow x together #txt #beomgyu #beomgyu smut #huening kai #huening kai smut

[huggybearluvr]

30 Days of Music Masterlist

This is a collab with @jareaul0ver / @quinniehughsey

Series description: This series will be a 30 part series in which a fic is based off of a song! I will link the songs as well as use a lyric from the song in every fic! Feel free to request any players or songs in the comments or in my inbox!

btw i reached out to experts of one direction, taylor swift, conan gray, country, and r&b to pick the best songs!

Without further a do.... I present my 30 days of music masterlist below the cut!

“If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you.” - One Direction If I could fly- Jamie Drysdale x reader (blurb)

Synopsis: After Jamie got drafted to the Flyers you were both missing the other more than ever. You would have left with him if it weren't for your classes. However, after a late night phone call with Jamie, you drop everything and go to him without a second thought.

"One single thread of gold tied me to you" - Taylor Swift Invisible String- Luke hughes x reader (blurb)

Synopsis: You and Luke had always been friends, your families lake house being next to his. However the timing was always wrong, that was until you somehow ran into him at a bar in Jersey.

"But with you I see hope again, Oh, I'm a mess." - Clinton Kane I guess I'm in Love - Matthew Tkachuk x reader (blurb)

Synopsis - Matthew opens up to you how your it for him. You have changed him into a better man he ever thought was imaginable after feeling "unloveable" for so long.

"More in love than you've ever been" - Jordan Davis Next Thing You know - Quinn Hughes x Reader (insta)

Synopsis: After meeting Quinn at a bar in your 20's you can't believe how fast the time flies.

"This isn't goodbye, this is simply see you later"- Jenna Raine See You Later (ten years) - Connor Bedard x reader (blurb)

Synopsis: You and Connor were high school sweethearts and always swore to be together forever. However after his draft you both realized maybe forever wasn't now. You had met someone else and were planning on goin threw with the wedding until a surprise visitor stops by a few months before your wedding date.

"Oh, I wanna see you undress now" - Chase Atlantic Meddle About - Auston Mathews x reader (smut)

Synopsis: You and Auston met awhile ago at a bar, and now your at his place and things are getting a little steamy.

"So baby say you'll always keep me" - One direction Truly, Madly, Deeply - Trevor Zegras x hughes!reader (blurb)

Synopsis: After years of pining Trevor finally asked you to be his. You couldn't help but say yes.

"Ocean blue eyes, lookin' in mine" - Taylor Swift Gorgeous - Jack hughes x reader

Synopsis: You can't help but admire how gorgeous Jack is. He catches you looking at him a few times before you finally admit what your thinking.

"I hope I was your favorite crime, cause baby you were mine"- Olivia Rodrigo Favorite Crime - Trevor Zegras x Reader

Synopsis: You pine over the days that you shared with Trevor, only to wonder if he does the same with you.

"I wanna make you drive all night just because I said 'maybe you should come over" - Phoebe Bridgers Waiting Room - Jamie Drysdale

Synopsis: After Jamie got traded from the Ducks to the Flyers, all you want is for him to come back home to you, and you'd wait forever for him.

"Loving you's the antidote" - Harry Styles Golden - Mitch Marner

Synopsis: Your relationship with Mitch healed a part of you that you didn't know was damage - his sunshine personality brought back a light in you that you didn't know went out.

"Save me til the party is over, kiss me in the back seat of your rover" -Conan Gray Wish You Were Sober - Ethan Edwards

Synopsis: All you've ever wanted was for Ethan to swallow his pride and admit that he has feelings for you, but the only time he can ever seem to do it is when he's wasted.

"Friends don't look at friends that way" - Tate Mcrae That Way - Jack Hughes x zegras!reader

Synopsis: You and Jack had always been friends, having met him through your older brother. However, you always felt there way more between you the line between friends and lovers blurring.

"The altar is my hips" - Taylor Swift False God - Luke Hughes

Synopsis: Luke can't help but worship your body. You being the only religion he needs.

"she put her love down soft and sweet" - Hozier Work Song - William Nylander

Synopsis: Will can't help but appreciate his girl, and how she has him addicted in all the best ways. In a way you were his drug, high addictive, he couldn't get enough.

MORE TO COME

[lino-jagiyaa]

NSFW Prompts

Dialogue:

“There are so many sides of me that you don’t know.”

“Make me.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“If you want me, come and get me.”

“Yell at me again and I’ll give you a reason to scream.”

“Wanna bet?”

“You’re so needy.”

“Good (boys/girls/pets) get rewarded, so behave.”

“Aw darling, I almost believe you”

“I love it when you cry”

“You’re such a good pet, aren’t you baby?”

“Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.”

“Be good for me baby, we wouldn’t wanna see those tears again.”

“Why are you shaking? You’re not scared of me are you?”

“Tell me how much you love me.”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine.”

“Say it”

“Use your words”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it”

“Don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear you.”

“Oh no. Not until you beg.”

“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet.”

“I’m bored. Let’s fuck.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Is that what you want? Fuck yourself on my fingers?”

“God, you’re so beautiful when you’re fucked out on top of me.”

“Would you fuck my mouth if I asked nicely?

Action/scenarios/kinks:

Choosing an outfit for you

Mornings with them

Soft dom

Oral fixation

Bulge/size kink

Dacryphilia - them getting off to you crying

Mirror sex

Mutual masturbation

Somnophilia - consensual/cnc

Voyeurism

Hate sex

Orgasm control

Praising

Degradation

Roleplay

Exhibitionism

Brat taming

Rimming

Recording

Dry humping

Pegging

Free use

Sharing

No strings attached

Bondage

Overstimulation

Pegging

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[ad-hawkeye]

ok so it's lit student again and im like, already lacking sleep but instead of sleeping i'm gonna go catch up on all of artem's cards Just Bc like i genuinely have no idea why it's always in the dead of night that i get hit with an overwhelming wave of adoration for artem?? i'm about to start YAPPING in your inbox again im so sorry DHAKDJKS *does it anyway*

continuing off my last ask they me think of the movie i watched recently called "past lives" that's fully centered around the concept of fate (it's so good 10/10 i really want to see artem review it),,, i won't spoil but it's like hshsjadhsjhdjshs "destined by fate" but fate doesn't tell you what it holds for you??

after watching it i looked up more about the term "inyeon" (korean term for fate or providence) which the movie heavily emphasizes on and found a reddit post talking about it (i'll paste the link below <3) where they quote a comment explaining its meaning and what it says is that inyeon isn't just about the person you're destined to end up with, but also the people you encounter in your life. basically, with inyeon, your string of fate isn't simply linear but also looped around every person you'll interact with. to reach the person at the end of your "string of fate," you're supposed to treat each interaction with respect or else you'll never find them AND LEARNING THIS MADE ME LOVE THE MOVIE EVEN MORE 🥹🥹🥹

a lot of destiny tropes give the characters an easy way to end up together kinda like the opposite of "doomed by the narrative" as in they could do simply nothing and still find their way to each other, but to reference the comment from earlier: your destiny doesn't end the moment your meet your "destined one." artemrosa learned so much and worked so hard before they became a couple a d still continue to grow both individually and together even after they started dating 🥹 they're still the same precious individuals that they were in their pre-dating arc, only wiser and stronger with combined forces 🫶 they aren't together just because fate wanted them to be, they Made it happen and they're still Making it happen‼️ something something every choice i made, every path i took (indirectly and directly) led me to you

like. i genuinely wanna know more about how they met/knew each other in college because it's SO fascinating to me that their paths have crossed so many times, and they don't just simply get together. a lot of things happen that they learn from that shapes them into their best versions that also complement each other. to me it's like,, no matter what happens, what they feel for each other or how the end up, their paths will always be destined to cross, whether it's by brushing past each other on the street and never meeting again or becoming each other's partners both in work and in life and as seen from the different universes that hoyo has shown us so far, we can see that they always end up becoming each other's most cherished person, despite the varying journies that led them to that point WUAWUAWUA

pls enjoy my rambling i might actually pass out from this 😭 good fucking NIGHT

p.s. this was not written with the proposal card in mind god bless 🙏 that's an example of "it happened bc the gods demanded it and they sent a lightning bolt down to everyone who opposed it"

https://www.reddit.com/r/redikomi/comments/16drqze/the_meaning_of_fate_in_yeon_%EC%9D%B8%EC%97%B0_in_korean/

omg shut up i literally read this AFTER replying to your last ask and we literally came to the exact same conclusion HAHAHAHA OMG NO WAY. SUFFICE TO SAY. YEAH. I ENTIRELY AGREE WITH ALL OF THIS.

THIS SPECIFIC SUBVERSION OF THE RED STRING TROPE is WHY i love it in artem's route!! ohhh it's so GOOOODDDD YOU HAVE TO WORK FOR IT!! YOU HAVE TO BECOME BETTER PEOPLE!! my ass in 2021 would not shut UP about this and dear god im not going to shut up about it right now.

i just want to say you not only took the words out of my mouth but you also made them more concise and well said and ooughhh. Artem Fans. read this. NOW. you will all look at this post. oh im dizzy. oh im going so insane.

#asks #anon #tears of themis #artem wing #long post #meta #RED STRING META RED STRING META #ALSO I WILL BE LOOKING INTO THIS MOVIE ASAP. SPRINTING AND RUNNING

[yooniesim]

You also wanna address how the person you are currently uplifting is also bullying an autistic, disabled, abuse victim? Like be real, do you actually give a shit about oppressed groups, or are you just a performative activist? Because I fail to see how you can go after nurodivergant people for being "ableist" but then you'll actively ignore this ableism right here.

https://texasthegreatdestroyer.tumblr.com/post/692306055676461056/i-just-wanna-say-youre-right-about-gyrutrait-i

Let me tell you something, @texasthegreatdestroyer and your many alts, since you somehow think you're getting somewhere by sending asks like this to my inbox: your rants are laughable, your insults are weak, and absolutely no one is convinced by your facetious attempts to catch anyone in any sort of contradiction. It's so transparent that you couldn't care less about anyone marginalized that even your response to that random account you probably own was blatantly hollow. Because there's a difference between truly caring about those that experience bigotry and oppression, and simply using them as a prop to give your harassment and meaningless obsessions some twisted sense of validation.

This victim you say gyarutrait is bullying- are you referring to the person that referred to you with ableist language such as "unhinged" and "mentally unwell"? Because I don't believe for a second that if it was anyone you couldn't use to further your own harassment, you wouldn't simply insult them just the same as anyone else. Or is it really this common for you to go to bat for the people that actually couldn't care less about you? Because I really can't decide which option is more sad and embarrassing...

As for the person that sent you that ask (if they're real), I sincerely hope they don't genuinely try to seek solace in you, because your obvious attempt to use a neurodivergent person as an excuse for your tirade is just as harmful as all the other ableist things you do. But NDs can also be ableist, and just because someone is ND doesn't excuse them from their own behavior. Gyarutrait was right about their language being no better than yours was, and pointing that out was not bullying. Which, of course, you're already well aware of- even if you pretend to care about them, you're the one that's so obviously performative that it makes me feel sorry for this person you're pretending to defend.

You may think that your near endless rants full of hot air and humiliatingly juvenile strings of expletives are getting to someone, but I'll tell you straight out: you're nothing impressive. Everything you write is only embarrassing yourself further, and trust, there's no one in this community taking you seriously or, god forbid, using you as a trusted source of information. You so obviously think you're more intelligent and enlightened than anyone else, but anyone able to string two thoughts together sees right through your inflated sense of self-importance.

You want to keep sending me asks and writing hilarious posts about me on your endless amount of accounts? Go ahead, I love you wasting your time on me. There isn't a single sentence you could write that would do anything except entertain me. It's only for the sake of gyarutrait and anyone else you've attempted to hurt that I don't point and laugh at you on the regular. But to avoid distress on their part, and avoid feeding your blatant attention-seeking behavior, this is the last time I'm allowing you to do anything except shout into the void. You'll just have to imagine what gif i might use to respond to you from now on, okay? 💜

#keep your tongue firmly up my ass baby thats just where i like it 🤭 #asks #anonymous #ceci speaks #texasthegreatdestroyer #negative #ableism tw #dont worry followers you wont see them anymore 🤭 #i have to keep the entertainment to myself for once #gif warning

[demonichikikomori]

💌 ANON HERE!! i wanna say thank you for the warm welcome, genuinely, your blog has been a huge comfort and source of inspiration for me and im happy to be able to interact with you more :) <3 (even if my messages are a bit silly and all over the place, sorry devil!)

BUT ALSO UR POST ABT TREY BRUSHING YOUR TEETH FOR YOU IS SO REAL AND TRUE- the image of trey gently holding your mouth open with his thumb and watching you drool while he works is so intimate and actually rlly hot?? I never thought about that til i saw ur post 😭😭 -💌

My biggest aspiration while I’m here on Tumblr is to make friends and show that my arms are open for interaction!! I adore everyone that chooses to stay here on my blog!! It shows that I’ve done something or created something that you feel is worthy enough of your time. <3 <3 <3 (also, never apologize!! sometimes stringing together coherent sentences can be hard. I throw thoughts on paper all the time and the only person that can read the note is me hehe) and now my beloved Love Letter…

I had this thought after someone got in my inbox about how Trey wasn’t normal. I like to think his interest in teeth breeches fetish territory.

He would cup your face with a soft bristled toothbrush, a bamboo one most likely and he would rub his thumb over your lower lip as he gently scrubbed your teeth. It’s oddly sensual with each thrusting motion. He’s never rough or fast. Just gentle brushing. It’s extremely intimate and MC would never view it that way until he asked to brush their teeth. I mean, why not? I can imagine his blushed cheeks and how his eyes would fall half lidded as he cleans your teeth from top to bottom. It’s definitely a new form or erotic material… Please see where I’m coming from or I’ll die.

#ask the devil #love letter.devil

[baraqi]

thoughts about somnophilia w/ sunoo? (with consent ofc bcs that's a must!)

warnings: somnophilia (ofc lol), soft dom!sunoo, kinda perv!sunoo, afab sub! reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, fem terms/pet names are used for reader, reader has a wet dream and sunoo wakes her to make it become a reality.

(this has been sitting in my inbox for a while i’m sorry abt the wait anon😭 combining this with a morning sex with sunoo ask i got a couple days ago too)

(kinda piggybacking off the perv!sunoo post in my masterlist lol) sunoo was always so considerate with u. u both were each other’s first for everything. he would never want to scare u away.

but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have the most filthy thoughts about u.

you’ve had sex with each other before, many times in fact. but it was the same thing every time for the most part. u seemed to enjoy it so he didn’t wanna push ur boundaries unless u made the first move. so when u had brought up somnophilia, his brain short circuited. “would u ever wanna try it?”

he could’ve came right there. “yeah sure of course. whatever you want, angel,” he replied, kissing ur forehead. “when?”

“surprise me”

oh he’ll surprise u alright. the next morning actually.

he woke up before u, like most days. he didn’t bother changing out of his pajamas and just brushed his teeth and went back in bed with u to go on his phone until u woke up. and he did just that. until u starting making lil noises in ur sleep.

at first he thought u were having a nightmare but then he caught on when u started whimpering and grinding on his thigh. then he remembered what u said yesterday. he wanted to hold back for some reason.

“hnng sunnyyy. want.” k that’s it.

he carefully freed his leg from between urs and crawled in between ur legs. lucky for him, u were only wearing panties and a shirt. so he pulls ur shirt up a bit and sees a lil wet patch. his heart warms at the fact that u want him even in ur dreams, with no clue of what’s abt to happen.

he slowly rubs his thumb up and down ur slit through the thin fabric then circles around ur clothed clit, still hearing ur sleepy heavy breathing. he places a soft kiss to ur bud, making u mewl and making him hold back a giggle at how cute u are all desperate for him and u don’t even know it.

he decides he’s done teasing u and carefully spreads ur legs a bit more. he looks at ur sleepy face one more time and kisses ur thigh, then moves ur panties to the side, a string of ur wetness following it. he wraps his plump lips around ur clit and u sharply buck ur hips into him, throbbing between his lips. he begins to lap at ur sensitive bud as u start to stir.

u feel butterflies in ur whole body while ur hips move so u look down and see ur heavenly boyfriend licking ur pussy and smiling like it’s his new favorite ice cream. the sight’s just too fucking hot. “good morning, princess,” he says innocently while staring up at u. u whimper as u run ur fingers through his hair. he continues to fuck u with his tongue, then lifts his head to ask, “you seemed to really be enjoying your dream just now. do you wanna tell me about it, pretty?” he leaves open mouthed kisses on ur pussy as u try to form sentences. “we were h-here… and th-then you pulled me int-to your lap n started to touch me… a-and everything felt s-so good,” u groan. “oh baby i’m gonna make you feel even better,” he breathes out as he rises onto his knees to kick off his sweatpants and free his cock from his boxers, groaning as he strokes himself while admiring ur body beneath him all spread and vulnerable just for him. only for his eyes. “so fucking beautiful,” he says while he tugs at his length. he grabs the base of his cock and teases around ur leaky hole. “do you want this as badly as i do, baby?” “y-yes sunny please i need you,” you whimper out while reaching for his arms. he lowers himself so he’s on top of u with a soft smile, faces centimeters apart. “i love you so much” he says before connecting his lips with yours while slowly pushing himself into u. he smiles against ur lips, swallowing up all the cute sounds you make while he shallowly thrusts into u. u both don’t speak, just whine each other’s names and moan as if it was ur first time altogether, hands laced together on the mattress and feeling every little movement of his cock and arching ur back when he hits that gummy spot inside of u that he loves so much.

“sun i’m so close please so fucking close,” you whine, breaking the silence.

“i know, love, can feel you clenching. wanna cum with me, precious?”

“fuckk yes want it so bad”

“want it inside, baby? want me to breed your pretty little pussy? take my cummies like a good girl?” he moves his hand between ur thighs and rubs tight circles on ur clit while u move ur hips up for more.

“yes sunoo fuck please give it to me!"

with a final movement of his hips ur coming undone around him as he spills his load into u, groaning while his ministrations on ur swollen pink bud slow to a stop as u catch ur breath.

u lay in silence for a while, basking in each other’s presence, feeling his cum start to dribble out of u and onto the sheets. he hears a sound of discomfort leave ur lips and looks down to see his seed come into view as ur pussy clenches around nothing.

“my pretty baby always takes everything i give her,” he kisses ur forehead. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, sun” u reply as u press ur lips sleepily against his.

#enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #sunoo hard hours #sunoo smut #sunoo x reader #enha hard hours #enhypen drabbles #sunoo drabbles #baraqi sunoo

[tobi-momo]

INSECURITIES THEY ADORE !

PAIRINGS: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader | Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader | Suna Rintarou x Reader | Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

GENRE: Fluff | Comfort | Suggestive | Insecurities | SUGGESTIVE

WARNINGS: suggestive content | insecurities :( (you're so beautiful!)

A/N: yes. this incredibly self-indulgent and they are all based off of my insecurities—ESPECIALLY the gap one. also don't be afraid to pop up in my inbox to talk! its dry as hell

KOUTAROU — CHUBBY THIGHS

This man will not hesitate to smother your thighs with all his attention. His fingers pinching and kneading at the supple flesh, relishing at how there is so much for him to grab. He's almost overwhelmed with joy when he gets to place his lips on your magnificent thighs, nipping gently with his teeth and smiling giddily at the purple splotch he left after removing his mouth, tiny strings of saliva connecting his lips to your sensitive skin. He frowns when he sees you look in the mirror in discomfort. He wonders what he could do to make it any better, scouring his brain for any answers, searching with a furrowed brow behind you as you sniffle in distaste. You sigh when you feel his warm hands drape around your figure, his thumb stroking your bare thigh, and his chin resting on your shoulder politely as his lips optimistically curve upward, lining the words, "you're beautiful," with his silky tone, cooling your nerves. You smile tearily, inhaling with hesitation before finally leaning into his touch.

HAJIME — HIP DIPS

You always question why he always has a hand on your hip, rubbing his fingers along your skin and subtly pinching it to see you jolt in reaction. He likes the feeling of it—something inexplicable, really. Plus, the view, he simply can't get enough of you. Watching you twirl for him while showing off a new pair of pants you felt good in, his smile widened at yours, his pupils blowing up when his eyes land on your hips. Woah. You are hot. He felt nothing but worry when he saw your crouched figure on the kitchen floor, your arms holding yourself and your knees raised to your chin—your cheeks smushed between them as the pants you were about to conquer the world with soaked up the tears that trickled hopelessly down your face. "I don't like them anymore," you cry muffledly, sniffling and turning your head away from the man squatting in front of you. "That's okay, Baby," he smiles, taking his knuckles to help stop the flow of your tears, "wanna put something comfortable on instead? Stay in bed for a little?" And with the tiniest nod you could manage, he's pulling you up and leading you to a more comfortable warmth. "Y'know, I thought you looked hot." You laughed.

RINTAROU — STRETCH MARKS

His fingers will never stop tracing them—he to feel how they run through your skin, grazing his fingertips and his knuckles against the stripes, trying his best to expand the warm, tingly feeling you get when he's around to the areas where your stretch marks reside. He wants you to feel what he feels when he notices them: infatuation. Although if that didn't work, he was sure that he would light a spark when he plasters his lips to them, sucking and nipping and pecking playfully to get a good laugh from you. He didn't expect you to cry. "Are you okay? Babe? What's wrong?" He asks, raising his head from his previous demonstrations to eye you with concern as you cover your face with your palms. "I just—I can't believe you actually like them. Something so gross and—" "They're beautiful," he interrupts, cutting you off with dismissal as if he was offended. He doesn't let his eyes leave yours, trying his best to nail it into your head. "They're so pretty," he mumbles before leaning down and smothering your marks with his mouth once again. You secretly hoped he would never stop.

TETSUROU — TOOTH GAP

He loves your smile. He adores it. He wishes you would smile more, although he knows not to say that to your face. The way your gap just fits everything into place, making everything so much brighter when he looks at you—he wants to know how he got so blessed with someone as perfect as you. He will never stop making comments, too. It's one of his favorite things to do. "You're smile is so pretty, Honey," and, "No! Don't say that! It's one of the prettiest things I've laid my eyes on." You cherished these, he knows this, and he also knows that sometimes, it was hard to believe. How could he like your gap so much when you've been told your entire life that you needed to get it fixed? It physically hurts him when he sees your hand coming up to cover your smile, all of it being a little too awkward for him to ignore. "Baby," he calls. "What?" "Why are you doing that?" He asks with concern, grabbing your wrist and pulling it down, watching your eyes widen before you turn your head away. "Because it's embarrassing." "Why?" "I don't want people to have to see it when I smile." "But I love seeing it, so why don't you show me?" You sigh, letting your head hang in defeat. "Please?" He asks, tipping your chin his way with his finger, smiling when he sees you hide your smile. Ah, he won this time. One day, he vowes, you'll see the same thing he does.

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[bigilante]

〖 her best friend ❣ zendaya 〗

「 zendaya x gender-neutral!reader 」 ┅ 「 2.7k words 」

: a.n : back at it again with the unsolicited fics :)) i hope you guys like it 👉🏼👈🏼

⤷ : prompt : separated forcefully or for reasons you can’t control, run into each other again years later on accident.

“Do you think they’ll ever stop making headlines calling us ‘very good friends’?” You halfheartedly laughed at yet another Instagram post by some magazine that showed you and Zendaya out and about LA. “Like, the minute you hang out with any guy they’re like, ‘Oh! Date alert!’ But I’m just your ‘best friend’” You were ranting now, unable to hide the annoyance you felt.

“Why does it matter what they say?” Zendaya quizzed, her hands playing with the waist string of your sweats. She looked up at you from her slumped down position on the sofa, her faint frown making you sigh.

“Because... don’t you feel is a bit homophobic?” You wondered, placing your phone face down on top of your stomach to give her your full attention. The brunette just shrugged nonchalantly and you let out another sigh picking your phone again to close the app, “I’m gonna head out.” It was best to just leave then, you didn’t want to get in a stupid argument with her not before you were set to leave for New York the very next morning. You began to incorporate but Zendaya’s hands gripped your thighs keeping them draped over hers.

“Y/n, come on.” She said, gorgeous hazel eyes pleading at you. What exactly? You had no idea but for a second, you were about to give in however a loud ding coming from your phone stopped you. Your eyes scanned the screen and the reminder that had popped up read ‘PACK ! 4 ! N Y C !’, you sent her an apologetic glance before getting off the sofa, gathering your stuff and petting Noon goodbye.

Zendaya had stood up from the sofa too, watching your every move intently, probably trying to figure out if you were upset with her. The truth was, you didn’t know if you were upset with her or with the media, it was possible that both had a little part in your now sour mood. “See you next week, best friend. Love you.” You joked before swinging the front door open and leaving. The week was going to feel like a month, you knew, but the hope that making that simple joke followed by the declaration would ease things up was strong.

But what did hopefulness ever bring if not disappointment and heartache?

Seeing medium-quality paparazzi pictures of your girlfriend as soon as you landed from a five-hour flight wasn’t exactly the way you wanted to be welcomed to New York. You sat quietly in the back of an Uber trying not to cry as your eyes stared at the images on your phone. A series of pictures of Zendaya and Tom leaving her house, —they must had been taken that morning while you were on your way to the airport— the further you scrolled down the Twitter trends the more you felt like throwing up. Them in his car. Tom’s hand reaching for Zendaya’s jaw. Both leaning in. Kissing. Laughing.

It felt like a punch to the face, it was the worst feeling you had ever endured and the people that caused it were the last you would’ve thought could ever dare to hurt you. Your trembling hands fumbled with the settings on your account, privating it and blocking her and Tom, doing the same with Instagram followed by their numbers on your phone. It felt like doing a cleansing, the pressure in your chest easing only minimally when you locked your phone and looked out into the running city. You wanted to scream and cry, break stuff, throw your phone away and not show to work, you just wanted to go hide in your Airbnb for the rest of the week and pretend you and Zendaya never happened.

The reality was that you two had happened and it was far too hard to pretend it didn’t, your heart ached both physically and metaphorically and you hated every second of it. For that week you spent in New York no one shut up about the photos, every person you worked with had that hot, brand new ‘goss’ about the pair that had hurt you so badly.

You sat in the quiet living room of the apartment you had been living in whilst in the big city, laptop sitting in front of you as you cancelled your flight back to LA, changing the tab to the Airbnb’s one to pay for a few more days. You had been holding yourself together the whole time you were there, work keeping you busy and sleeping pills doing their magic at the end of the day but it could only go so far. Glassy, stinging eyes stared blankly at the empty inbox of your email, the cursed images projecting over the blank space and you just weren’t strong enough anymore, you couldn’t, so you cried and choked and screamed until your throat and eyes were sore; until your whole body was drained of every bit of energy.

Little by little you were sweeping your life clean of her, clearing out your phone’s camera roll, changing your number. Deleting social media was a big no for your job so filtering everything and anything that had to do with them was the only option, that and spending little to no time online. You had stopped to think one night of the what-ifs of the situation, you were aware that Zendaya’s publicist wasn’t so happy about you and her dating publically and Tom’s was obsessed with boosting the Spider-man movies at all cost, still, giving you a heads up about it would had been the right thing to do.

For a year and a half, you made yourself busy, going back and forth wasn’t something you enjoyed but it worked to avoid unwanted visits and accidental encounters. Enough time had passed, you thought as you stopped booking in so many clients across the country and settled back in your LA home. “You know what? I could go for a thick, sugary milkshake, right now.” Naomi told you as you put down your half-empty box of fried noodles on the coffee table.

“Are you serious?” You asked incredulous receiving an enthusiastic nod from your friend. “Naomi, we just had Chinese and you wanna wash it down with a milkshake?” She rolled her eyes at you when you pointed it out.

“Fine, what about Bubble U? Bubble tea is Chinese isn’t it?” She offered, her question prompting you to send her an unamused glare. “Yep, Bubble U it is, then!” Naomi jumped up, going straight to the door. Reluctantly you got up from the floor, groaning all the way to the door where you got ready to go out, “Come on! It’ll be fun!” She chirped while she pulled you out of the house. You hated to admit it but you had completely modified your life after the heartbreak, once you settled back home you barely left it, you didn’t attend parties unless it was for work or go out with your friends unless it was at any of their houses. You didn’t walk around the city that often anymore in fear of bumping into her.

“I miss this.” You sighed as you walked down Chinatown with your friend, the coldness of your drink pleasant against the palm of your hand. “Just walking around town.” You continued taking a sip of the milk tea.

“I still don’t get why you had to stop going out with us.” Naomi said inciting you to turn to look at her, “I mean, I know why it’s just… you didn’t have to stop.” She rephrased it giving you an apologetic glance. You knew how much your friends hated the idea of you not being able to be you after the whole thing with Zendaya and Tom happened but it was your way of coping with it and even though they didn’t agree with it, they supported you.

“Well, I’m outside now, aren’t I?” You nudged her side with your elbow making her giggle as she nudged you back. “Maybe this is me getting back to my old self.” Hope laced your every word as you looked around the busy street. The way the golden light of the setting sun washed over the buildings made the outing worth the risk.

LA was the second-largest city in the United States, with a population of nearly four million that one could think the chances of crossing paths with a lover-turned-stranger was one in millions, yet, there you were rooted to the pavement as your wide eyes stared at the tall and thin figure coming out of one of the many restaurants that dotted the street. “Come on, let’s go back.” Naomi said, placing her hand on the crook of your elbow ready to pull you out of there but something inside your chest told you to keep moving forward.

So you did, you started walking again letting your friend’s hand slip away from you. She was quick to follow, whisper-shouting at you that whatever you were doing probably wasn’t the best idea. The closer you got to her the more nervous you felt, it’s been over a year since you last saw her and god, was she even more beautiful than before; long legs clagged in camel coloured trousers, feet sporting her beloved black converse. Her top was white, a little see-through and you cursed at how much it still drove you absolutely crazy in the most irritating sense.

Curls tucked into an elastic on top of her head in a carefree and relaxed way, a few stubborn strands hanging out framing her face and gracing her neck. She was laughing loudly at something Darnell said, that laugh you had forced yourself to forget but the second it hit your ears, you realised how badly you had missed it. Then everything stopped, Naomi’s panicked telling off, Darnell’s chatting and Zendaya’s laughing. It all had stopped but the rambling around the four of you.

You stood in front of Darnell while Naomi stood in front of Zendaya, your friend’s usually amicable attitude disrupted by the scowl on her face as she glared Zendaya’s way only the brunette’s pupils were set on you with no apparent intention of averting. “It’s you,” She breathed out, hope barely perceivable in her tone. You only hummed at the observation, your eyes moving from hers down to her hands that were gripping the long lanyard that held her phone around her neck. Her nerves were evident then, the intensity with which she clutched it seemed to be draining the blood flow from her fingers. “I— How—” Zendaya tried to speak but failed, letting out a shaky breath. “How have you been?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” Naomi protested, you understood where your friend was coming from but you also needed that, you needed to speak to Zendaya just one more time to be able to finally let everything go. You needed her to confirm your theory just so you could move on and Darnell seemed to be on the same page as you for he stepped in between you and Naomi, throwing his arm around her shoulders to guide her away from you two. You heard her object some more but ultimately she complied and walked away.

“I’ve been fine. You?” You eventually spoke after short but agonising seconds of silence.

“I don’t know. There are good days among the terrible ones, so... fine, I guess?” She shrugged a shoulder. With a nod of your head, you looked past her over her shoulder to see a man pointing a camera at you, you were about to warn her when she began speaking again. “Y/n, I’m so sorry about—” Zendaya started but you shook your head no making her stop, you realised then that you did want to talk to her but not on the street in front of that many people and certainly not when there were paparazzi nearby.

“Heard the movie did well.” Your tongue betrayed your brain. Zendaya tried to speak once more but you cut her again. “I’m glad it did. Made it all worth it, didn’t it?” You faked a small smile nearly choking on the words, the anxious lump in your throat threatening to cut your airflow.

“No, It didn’t.” Zendaya denied taking a step closer to you forcing you to hold your breath with the sudden move. “I was a total asshole to you before you left, then Marla wanted me and Tom to do that for a while and I don’t even know why I did it.” She ranted in one breath.

“I upset you.” The statement earned you a furious head shake from the tall girl. “I did. I kept bugging you about the articles,” You carried on, inconspicuously your eyes started to line with tears. The more you talked the more you realised that maybe, just maybe there was a bit of blame in you too, however, that didn’t mean Zendaya was absolved from any. “You never said a thing to me about the stunt.”

“I felt like I didn’t need to, I wasn’t gonna do it.”

“But you did. The morning I left LA.” You mumbled, trying to hide from the second man with a camera that had appeared closer than the first.

“Fuck, I know it was a shitty thing to do and I’m sorry,” She took another small step forward.

“You always told me kissing in public wasn’t your thing.” You exposed, tears irrevocably breaking the surface tension and cascading down your cheeks. Flicking your gaze up at her you saw nothing but hurt and regret written all over her gorgeous face and your heart squeezed at the sight. She had never spoken about it and neither had you asked, you just felt it in your heart that she was scared of how the media would treat you both if they ever found out you were dating, you knew the times had changed but there were still closed-minded people that ran gossip magazines and could make your lives a living hell the moment they caught you holding hands in public or worst, kissing.

The murmuring around you increased, reminding you that you were in a very public place crying in front of your secret ex-girlfriend. “Fuck that.” Zendaya grumbled. One moment she was a small step away from you and the next her hands were cupping your face and her lips were softly pressed against yours. The action took your breath away instantly, still, you found yourself powerless against the familiar taste and feel of her and allowed her to kiss you as long as she wanted to in front of how many people she wanted to. There were yelps and gasps all around the two of you and you started to regain conscience and pulled away.

Wide, watery eyes staring up at the girl mere inches away from your face. “Th-there’s pap—”

“I don’t care.” She whispered before she captured your lips once more, this time deeper and twice as intensely as the first time. Your hands scurried to her waist, bringing her flush to your body as you kissed her back gladly, desperately wanting her lips to make the past year bleep out of your core memories.

The night went by slowly as if the universe was granting you more time to spend in the arms of the girl you loved. She never once let a second of silence go by you, filling it with a whispered apology and a kiss. You talked about everything the time you spent apart brought to both of you, she told you about firing her publicist right after the pictures came out, about how she understood why you had cut her off without any explanation and how bad both her and Tom felt with the whole thing.

Articles flooded the internet that very night as well as the next morning, however, neither of you knew of them right away for any device that could be hooked to a WiFi signal was rightfully turned off while you basked in the presence of each other under the covers of Zendaya’s bed.

“Spider-man Star Zendaya shares intense kiss with BFF, Celeb Stylist y/n l/n in the middle of Chinatown! Swipe to see the pictures!”

It might be 2021 but some things refused to change.

【 thank you so much for reading! ♡ please, consider reblogging and letting me know what you thought of this ♡ kit xx 】

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[pagesoflauren]

What Happens in the Kitchen...

soft!Ransom x reader

Summary: Ransom is stuck cleaning the kitchen after a messy breakfast that sent Harlan Jr. into a food coma. When you come home early, you decide to take advantage of the private time between you and your husband.

Warnings: swearing, SMUT (18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI; vaginal sex, breeding kink, dirty talk), not beta'd

A/N: I told y'all these two would get some action! There's a couple other bits I wanna post for this. Honestly, I write for this series as ideas come; if you have any requests for it, please feel free to drop them in my inbox!

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Ransom’s in a panic.

Junior is getting restless at the breakfast table, barely distracted by the show playing on the tablet.

He had demanded--well, asked, but he would not accept any alternatives--pancakes for breakfast.

On your day at work.

“Buddy, pancakes are for when mommy has days off.”

“When mommy off?” he asked as he toddled, stringing enough words together to create a coherent question.

Putting aside how proud he is of his son’s language skills (especially since you always ramble about how well he’s developing), Ransom chants the days of the week in his mind.

“She’ll be off in two days. On Friday.”

“Pancakes today!”

“Harlan--”

“Pancakes today please?” the little one implores, wide eyes like yours staring into his and Ransom breaks, clenching his teeth to prevent himself from swearing.

“Okay, pancakes today.”

Now he stands at the counter with Peppa Pig’s voice utterly ingrained in his head, flour dusted all over the marble, butter melting in its wrapper, and eggs warming after an extended time out of the fridge.

He’s tried and failed three times now and he feels it in the air: both the men in the house are reaching the ends of their ropes.

At least Ransom has one Hail Mary.

He picks up his phone and dials your number.

“Hey honey, this has to be quick--”

“Sunshine, I need the pancake recipe.”

He can hear the sound of a stack of papers landing on a tabletop. “Pancakes?” you wonder. “But it’s--”

“Wednesday, I know. The little gremlin wants some.”

“Not gremlin!!!” Harlan protests the moniker.

“Shh, dad’s on the phone,” Ransom dismisses him, turning around to face him and keep a proper eye on his son.

He can hear you laughing on the other end.

“I miss you.”

“Just a couple more hours, darling,” he can hear you smile as you reassure him. “But write this down and you’ll have pancakes for him in ten minutes, okay?”

Ransom is thankful for you in more ways than one: you’re taking time out of your work to do this; you’ve stashed notepads in various places around the house for him to use because he gets spurs of inspiration at inconvenient times and prefers writing them down instead of typing them on his phone; and you love him, to name a few.

Grabbing a notepad in the cupboard with the mugs and a pencil velcroed to the door, he messily scribbles your instructions.

“You got it?” you check, then affirm him after he finishes rattling them off. “Okay. Have fun, I’ll see you later.”

“See you,” he replies, gathering the last large bowl you have in the kitchen and getting the whisk out of the drying rack. “You’re gonna have a hell of a mess to clean up when you get here.”

He hears you scoff, making him freeze. “I think not, Ransom. When I get home, my kitchen better be spotless. You understand?”

Ransom sighs. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. I love you, see you soon.”

He returns the promise of love for you and says goodbye again.

Ransom never hangs up first on phone calls. He can never bring himself to do it. It has to be you, and you always do it, though it’s reluctant on your part too.

Setting his phone down on the island, Ransom calls to his son. “Alright, kiddo, pancakes coming up.”

He cheers and claps his hands, making his dad feel like a superhero.

---

Ransom is a little surprised to hear the garage door open earlier than expected. You come through into the kitchen less than a minute later.

“Hey,” he pauses washing the dishes as greets you. “You weren’t kidding when you said ‘a couple hours more.’”

You remind him of the clinic’s changing hours that began today, and he nods his head absently. He’s certain you’ve told him but he just forgot.

“I take it the pancakes were a success though,” you point out.

“Yeah, the little beast was scarfing those down. He ate himself into a food coma; he’s been asleep for the past hour or so.”

“I guess that explains this,” you smile, walking over to the counter and lifting up the near empty bag of flour.

He nods. “I’ll stop by the store tomorrow to get some more before Friday.”

Your smile turns into a smirk as you carry the bag to the pantry and put it in its designated spot.

“No need to get too much,” you say, mischief lacing your tone. Standing next to your husband, you compliment his figure with an audible smack to his ass. “These are the only cakes I’m interested in.”

You can tell he’s stunned and it’s warranted. It’s the first time you’ve been so forward and physical with your flirtation. He turns to you, brows furrowed. “Are you objectifying me?” he accuses in half-offense.

Keeping eye-contact with him, you snap the cuff of the floral dish-washing gloves he’s donning. He jumps and you wink, “Absolutely.”

Taking the gloves off, he turns to face you, one hand on his hip, the other propped against the rim of the sink.

You cross your arms and tilt your chin up. “What?”

“I’m trying to figure out how to approach this situation.”

“Ransom, it’s me,” you point out, “Your wife? When have you ever needed a tactic for me?”

“No it’s just...wow. This is what it feels like to be a housewife. Or house husband. Your wife just comes in while you’re trying to do chores and smacks your ass.” He puts on a look of exasperation, but the glint in his eyes tells you he’s clearly enjoying it.

“It’s ‘house spouse’, actually. Gender neutral term and fun little rhyme,” you explain, delivering a teasing squeeze to his side. “And you work too, you just happen to work in the house where our son is also staying during the day. Though…” you trail off, looking in the direction of the bedrooms.

“What?”

“We should send him to preschool in...” you think for a moment. “Maybe February or March.”

Ransom looks stricken. “Already?”

“He’ll be nearly three and a half by then.”

You’re both silent to absorb the shock. Thirty-seven months with him have flown by.

“Imagine that. You’ve been a house spouse for over three years and it’s just occurred to you now.”

“I want him to be a baby again,” your husband laments.

“Well, we can’t turn back time,” you redundantly remind him. “Though, there’s another solution to that.”

Ransom hears the mischief return to your voice.

“We did say three kids,” he agrees, hand moving from his hip to yours and snaking around your waist.

Nodding, you bring your arms around his shoulders, fingers playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“I think now’s a good time, too,” you whisper, bumping your nose with his. “Soon the clinic will be on winter break. We’ll have a full week before our cousins come over for the holidays.”

“Junior can spend some time with grandad before he goes to preschool.”

“Lots of alone time.”

“God knows we don’t get too much of that.”

“God knows time is running out right now,” you say pointedly.

“Good point,” he relents, pressing his lips to yours.

You unwrap your arms from around his neck to quickly discard your blazer, throwing it haphazardly to the side. Ransom pivots to pin you against the island, hands moving to roughly undo the buttons at the front of your shirt.

“Should we bring this upstairs?” he mumbles, mouth pressing against the skin of your neck as his fingers undo the front clasp of your bra.

“No,” you breathe.

He freezes, pulling away from you. “‘No’?”

You purse your lips, cheeks warming at the admission you provide, “Honestly, the idea of you fucking me here is doing a lot for me.”

Ransom’s head empties of all thoughts, blood rushing south as his brain begins to conjure up images of his own.

Smiling stupidly, he kisses you hard. “God dammit, I love you,” he says, excitement lacing his tone as he sheds his shirt.

“Better show me quick,” you rush, making to rid yourself of your own top clothes. “If he’s been asleep for an hour now--”

“Got it.”

It’s clear he understands the assignment, undoing your belt in a flurry of fingers and opening the front of your pants. You barely register him shoving them down before they puddle around your ankles. Kicking them away, you jump when he begins to lift you by your hips.

He barely gives you time to be shocked at the cool marble of the counter on the island, working his mouth across your breasts. His tongue flits over over your left nipple, images of your pregnant body flashing across his mind and he groans.

“Fuck, can’t wait to see that again,” he mutters, unable to keep the thought from tumbling out of his mouth.

“What?” you gasp curiously.

“You, pregnant. Growing a baby.” He feels himself throb in his sweatpants, blindly undoing the drawstring at the waistband. They loosen around his hips, alleviating the painful friction in his groin. “My baby.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach and need slickens the area between your legs. Your hips move forward, trying to create stimulation there but it’s useless.

“Ransom,” you whine.

“I know,” he hushes. His voice is weak too, desire spreading like wildfire from his center and moving to every part of his body. He rids himself of his pants, kicking them to land somewhere near yours. He brings one hand down to your sex, feeling you through the cloth of your panties. “All this for me?”

You nod, squeaking pitifully at his ministrations.

“Got wet thinking about me getting you pregnant?” he wonders, his question completely redundant. The answer is right here, coating his fingers. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please,” you sob, looking like you’re on the verge of tears, wriggling in his hold.

He doesn’t need anymore, digits quickly curling into the front waistband. The fabric rips easily in his feral grip, making way for the wide head of him to press into your entrance.

The both of you let out a slow sigh in relief as he slides in. When he’s fully sheathed, you moan at the fullness you feel as he savors the sensation of being completely surrounded by you.

“You good?” he checks, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Leaning your head against his, you nod.

Cupping the bottoms of your thighs, Ransom brings your legs around his waist until your ankles are hooked at the small of his back. With you completely wrapped around him, he pulls his hips back before snapping them forward.

You both gasp at him sliding home again, sighing blissfully as he begins to create a rhythm with his movements.

Your body heats up with each thrust, pushing you higher as Ransom’s power moves you away from the edge of the counter, your legs weakening under the influence of your pleasure. Allowing no escape, he grips your hips hard, pinning you in place to keep you where he wants.

“Fuck, fuck,” he grits out, “Feel so good.”

You cry out for him, unable to say anything else.

“What is it?” he taunts, “What do you need?”

Your attempts to answer his question are feeble, breaking apart as your eyes roll back. With a cloudy mind, you know what you want but your body is no longer under your control. Rather, you’re at your husband’s mercy.

“Want me to cum inside you?” His words make way for a torrent of excitement and the squeeze of your walls around him. “That’s what it is, right? That’s what you need.”

The sound that rips from your throat is downright pornographic as you manage to nod.

“Want me to put another baby in you?”

“Yes!”

“Shh, don’t worry,” he coos, hoisting your legs up the slightest bit more to open you up more from him. He smirks against your skin, chuckling in your ear as you cry out. “Feel good?”

You whimper as you nod, arms and legs tightening around him.

“That’s my girl. I’ll give you what you want. But need you to come for me first,” he whispers. “Can you do that?”

He feels your walls constrict around him again and again, knowing you’re close to your end.

He picks up the pace, aiming to hit that spot within you he knows will force you over the edge.

You moan and whimper under his control, shutting your eyes and seeing white when you feel his thumb slot between the two of you, stimulating your clit.

You cry out weakly, not wanting to be too loud or else risk your son hearing. The release is sweet, lighting up every single nerve in your body and you swear for a moment you lose consciousness.

“That’s it, fuck,” Ransom’s voice brings you back. “Feel so damn good.”

“Please,” you beg.

He taunts you, demanding you to say more.

“Please, need you to come,” you answer, voice brittle as you adjust to look at him with pleading eyes. “Want you to come inside me.”

You beg him more and more as his hips speed up and lose rhythm, spurred on by your voice and need for him.

He buries his face in your shoulder, groaning into your skin as he finishes within you, emptying his load into your walls.

The two of you stay there for a few long moments, relishing the closeness of each other and the haze of love that falls around you.

He’s the first one to say it; he says it over and over as he presses his lips to your skin, a trail of kisses leading up to your lips.

He pulls out slowly, about to turn away to gather up your scattered clothes when you stop him with an urgent hand on his shoulder.

“Ransom, wait,” you say. “I love you, too.”

Hooking his hand around your neck, he kisses you once, hard and emotional.

With that, he picks up your discarded garments and hands them to you before scooping you up into his arms to carry upstairs.

He’s careful around Junior’s room, pausing briefly.

You both sigh in relief when you can hear the soft snores coming from the other side of the door.

“That’s quite the food coma,” you whisper to him. “His sleep schedule will be hell the rest of the week.”

“We’ll worry about that later. You think he’s gonna sleep long enough for us to go another round?”

You smile with raised eyebrows. With a smile of his own, he quickly makes his way down the hall to your shared bedroom, shutting the door with his foot.

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Modern!Eren Jeager Relationship Headcannons

Modern!Eren Jeager x reader

a/n: I love this little shithead. These are just some headcannons of how I think it would be being in a relationship with modern!eren. Just to clarify, the characters are always aged up and in unversity if it’s a modern!au unless otherwise stated!! Please enjoy and feel free to come in my inbox and share your Himbo!Eren thoughts😩

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Ok, for starters, Himbo Eren Supremacy!

Eren might not be the uhm smartest, he’s kind of a big cuddly idiot, and he is big and respects women -> Himbo!Eren

Anyways

Being with Eren means having a box full of ridiculous hand made gifts from Eren that he insists on you keeping for sentimental reasons, no matter how senseless they are

They’re usually really stupid and cheesy letters he writes on a torn piece of notebook paper while he’s in class when it’s especially boring him

They’re not even coherent thoughts on the paper sometimes

“Hi :) I’m sitting here feeling like I’m going to pass out from how boring this class is, and we’re supposed to be taking notes but I think I’ll just copy them from you or Mikasa later though hahahaha don’t! Tell Arma Armin! He’ll just yell at me :( unless I tell him I like his new haircut maybe which i actually do by the way it’s funny my hairs long now and his is short 1. Oreos 2. Milk 3. Shampoo 4. Hand sanitzer sorry I need this stuff and I would forget if i didn’t write it down. I bet you look really pretty right now :) in my head I’m kissing you teehee”

And every other part of the paper that isn’t filled up with his rambling is stick figure doodles of you two kissing and holding hands and one of him and jean arm wrestling but don’t ask him about it, he lost in his head this time so he’s gonna work out more later sdfnarfn

You have hair ties littered all over your place it’s ridiculous

You find them literally everywhere - probably cause he likes to fling them across the room and see how far he can get them when he takes them out of his hair, he will be stealing most of yours if you use them

He love love loves when you run your hands through his hair and massage his scalp after he takes his ponytail out

He almost immediately lays face down in your lap and groans while he moves around to get comfortable

If you don’t immediately start he’ll just look up at you with a little pout and move one of your hands to his hair and raise his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to pamper him

Loves being pampered and will definitely let you do his nails just to feel your soft hands on his - and cause he likes the way you always rub lotion into them after

Very touchy boy, I HC his love language being Physical Touch, hence how bad he loves being pampered

He loves when he comes out of the shower and comes to lay down with you, all sore from practice - it’s Eren, we know he play’s SOME kind of sport - and your hands start working all the knots out of his back and neck, working their way to the top of his shoulders and squeezing while they drag down his biceps all the way to his hands

Kiss his knuckles and he WILL melt

He never feels more loved than when you’re taking care of him like that, and let’s be honest you don’t mind running your hands over his toned body either

He loves pampering you as much as he loves receiving it, too

Loves rubbing your legs while he lays between them with his head resting on your midsection

His hands are rough due to years of abuse from playing sports, and they feel so good when he’s squeezing the muscles in your calf life that

Sometimes if you’re feeling sore, he’ll help you stretch your legs out

He’ll be sitting back on his knees by your feet, your legs spread in front of him. He grabs your left leg by your calf while he inches forward to lean above and bring your leg up with him, stretching your knee to your ear. The hand that’s not locked on your calf is resting by your head with his face mere inches from yours, his hair tickling your cheeks. You’re like that for a few moments before he leans in and ghosts his lips over yours, abruptly shifting up and kissing your nose instead. “Other leg!” jackass

He would love giving you back massages too oh god, and I mean like proper back rubs.

He’d have you laid out on your bed while hes straddling your from behind and pressing his fingers deep into the sore tissue there - sometimes you fall asleep and drool a little and he finds it so cute

He just loves loving up on you, period

On another note, he wouldn’t just steal your hair ties if you had any, he’d steal everything LMAO

Your hand lotion? He pockets it cause it just smells so good and always had his hands feeling soft whenever you let him use some. And why would he go and buy it if you have some?

Firm believer that y’all share everything

He’s stolen lotion, gum, socks that barely fit him, chapstick, lip scrub, pens, highlighters, literally anything.

And once you start to notice he’s all, “What? We’re in a relationship, partners are supposed to share everything. I mean, you steal my hoodies!”

“Eren, you give those to me cause you said it makes our relationship more ‘official.’”

“Ok, well that’s beside the point. All I’m saying is I don’t see the big deal. You’re more than welcome to take any of my stuff you like!”

Which is a nice thought except for the fact everything he has at this point just seems like more shit he’s stolen from you

More on his hoodies, he goes absolutely bananas seeing you wear his hoodie

He seriously gets so giddy and feels like his hearts gonna explode

He always smiles all big and wraps his arms around and lifts you into the air - it does not matter how big you are he’s going to do it

“Hiiii cutie.” He always says this and then buries his face into the crook of your neck and places sweet kisses there. Then he stands up straight and pulls the hood onto your face and tightens the strings, making it all scrunch up, sadly no he doesn’t care if your hair is done or if you wear glasses, he will do it regardless

One time you were a little grumpy with him from playing games with “the boys” for too long and neglecting you of some attention, so to apologize he just brought you a hoodie with some of his cologne sprayed on it -i just know he smells great- and put it on you and held you and pressed just so many kisses to your face and said sorry over and over again until you were giggling and gave in

He loves when you sit in his room with him while he plays games on his pc with his buddies definitely a PC gamer cmon

However, he will get more embarrassed than frustrated if you hear Jean teasing him cause he’s lowkey trying hard to impress you akfergirgu

“D’ya see that babe? I got first place with the highest kill count and the least amount of respawns 😏”

“Yeah I did Eren, that’s awesome buddy.”

He’d just smile and spin back around in his chair feeling all prideful pls protect him

If you join in teasing him he WILL pout after and you WILL have to make him a grilled cheese as your form of an apology

He will eat it in silence, look at you and try not to smile and just roll over and sigh SO loud

“I guess I can forgive you.”

Please he’s such a brat, but he’s your brat

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he’s such an idiot and I jus wanna hug from him and to wear his stupid hoodies 😪 I hope y’all enjoyed! Feel free to browse my blog or pop into my inbox! Love u cutie

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sweetheart ➝ part three

Chris Evans x Reader OFC! (Michaela Hayes)

Summary: in which Michaela unexpectedly falls for her friend, Chris despite being in a 'no strings attached' relationship with him.

Warning: SMUT ( rough couch sex 𐤟 lingerie 𐤟 oral *female/male* 𐤟 fingering 𐤟 daddy kink 𐤟 cursing 𐤟 dirty talk )

Word Count: 1.5K

Note: I’m sorry for the wait, been really busy with stuff but I’m back. if you enjoyed this, like, comment and reblog 💗

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PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE 

It's been a few days since that morning with Chris, we’ve talked here and there still trying to figure out this thing.

At first, I was cool about the whole situation but now I'm freaking out and I need some advice from my girls.

"So are you gonna spill or what?" Rae asked with a giggle, coming to sit next to me and Natalie on the couch.

"Right, I wanna know if he was good?" Natalie asked and I bite my lip, looking back and forth between both of them.

"Well...YES! He was fucking amazing, undeniably smooth and sensual" I answered.

"Damn, he must have put that good work on you huh?!-" Rae asked in a teasing tone and I hit her arm playfully.

"Does he have a ...you know B I G dick?" Natalie asked, raising her eyebrow. 

"Yes...I..just don't think it's gonna work"

"Why not? Didn't you make some ground rules with him" Rae asked, looking confused as hell

"Of course, I did but-” Rae cuts me off, not hearing any excuse I was about to make.

"Michaela, you need to go with the flow and just have some casual sex for once in your damn life."

The girls were right and I needed to stop trying to find problems that weren't even there

So I took their advice and....so far, doing this thing with Chris has been fun, and a very great stress-reliever. 

I have never in my life had such amazing, mind-blowing sex. Maybe they were right, he put it on me so strongly. 

I never had a man make me beg for it, make me want it more and more each day, make me orgasm so many times. 

Chris was an amazing, sweet man who knew how to fuck me, make me shake to the core, and explore my whole body without even touching me. 

His whole being was sensual and dominant, I was in love with it, I was in love with him. No!

I was cut out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on my door. Lately, I've been making sure I looked good even though it was just Chris. 

I rolled my eyes at myself and took a deep breath. I opened the door, and there he stood, wearing…

It looks like he just got off from work and came straight here. His lustful, blue eyes met mines before lingering down to the robe I was wearing.

"Like what you see, daddy?" I asked with a grin, moving out of the way to let him in, and when I closed the door and turned towards him.

He pushed me against the wall by the door and smashed his lips into mine. I moan into him, running my fingers through his hair.

I started to giggle as he began kissing the exposed skin showing from the robe. He pulls away, looking at me with something else in his eyes. 

Was that love? 

No, I shouldn't be ridiculous.

I pushed him back to unraveling the robe and let it slowly drop to my feet, revealing a barely beige floral lingerie set. 

"Fuck, sweetheart. You look so sexy, is this all for daddy?" Chris asked, looking down at my body with so much desire.

"Yes," I answered, walking over to him, and gave him a peck on the lips before grabbing his tie and pulling him towards the living room area. 

I pushed him down on the couch and straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

His hands were all over my body, gripping my waist and ass as I loosen the tie and throw it across the room.

Chris started kissing my neck, reaching for the clasp of my bra, and fumbled while he clumsily tried to get it off me. 

I giggled breathily at his whining, easily shucking the bra. He smiles and kisses me before picking me up and laying me on the couch. 

He didn't waste any time ripping my panties off, propping my legs upward, and dove his tongue in my pool of wets. 

"Oh my god!" I moaned, gripped the back of his head, and pulled his hair. Fuck, I was feeling so hot and turned on. 

He looks up with my juices on his mouth, rubbing my clit in circles before pushing a finger or two inside of me. 

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, gripping the side of the couch as he dived back into my pussy.

I couldn't take anymore and I started to push his but he had locked in place, "Oh fuck, daddy I'm so fucking close"

"Cum for me, Michaela," Chris says, burying his tongue a little deeper. I cried his name over and over, feeling myself orgasm hard.

I laid there quietly, trying to get myself together but my body was shaking from the great climax

"How was that, sweetheart?" He asked, getting up and started unbuttoning his cardigan, and I looked at him hungrily.

"Fucking amazing!" I manage to say and he grins, practically tore off the buttons in his haste to get his shirt off.

I stood up slightly to get down my knees in front of him, watching his pants with boxers drop to the floor. 

I bit my lip at the sight of his big, juicy dick, couldn't get enough of seeing it. I wrapped my lips around him and took him deep. 

"Fuck!" Chris groans, pushing my curly hair away from my face while I bob my head up and down his shaft. 

I take him out of my mouth for a second to stroke him a little bit before taking him back into my mouth and picking up the pace.

Chris places both of his hands on the top of my head and starts fucking my mouth, making me moan.

"Fuck, so hot." He moans, going wild thrust until I tap him on his leg and he pulls out, leaving me gasping for air. 

Drool began to drip down from my chin and he wiped it off with his hand. 

"All Fours!' Chris ordered, wiping the drool dripping down my chin. I did what I was told as he got a condom from his pants. 

He didn't waste any time after rolling the condom on his dick and roughly sliding himself inside of me, making me gasp in pressure and slight pain. 

"I've been craving for this pussy all day, baby" He whispered in my ear, began to pound in and out of me, bringing a moan rising from my throat.

I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to last with the way he was fucking me but I knew for sure I'll be a mess after he was done.

"Yes, daddy!" I moaned, feeling myself getting closer already. I feel like I'm gonna pass out from the intense feeling. 

The blissful wave of pleasure dousing my body. Chris brought me up to kiss me, while his right hand gripped my breast as the other hand played with my clit.

"Daddy, it feels so good. I'm gonna cum" I moaned looking deep into his eyes as he trusted even harder before.

"That's it, my sweet girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Michaela." I could feel my walls clench around him.

My orgasm approaches his words, with another swift pinch to my clit with his fingers.

I screamed his name as he rode out his orgasm, bucking his hips forward, trying to get as much out of me as he could.

Chris pulls out and collapses on me for a second before rolling off onto my soft carpet rug on the floor.

I prop my arm to look at him and his chest was jolting with glistening sweat while he had this cute, satisfied look on his face.

Chris slowly gets up and discards the used condom in the bin near the door. He gathers his clothes and puts most of them back on. 

My thoughts from early on came crashing back to me like a bus as I wrapped my robe around my waist.

I broke the number one rule; no catching feelings but honestly, I knew I was in trouble when I started this thing with him. 

The feelings were already there and bringing sex into the mix. They just grew bigger and bigger and I didn't know what to do.

"Are you okay, Michaela?" Chris asked, cutting out of my thoughts and I turned to him with a confused expression.

"Uh yeah, why wouldn't I be? I’m amazing," I asked with a slight laugh, fiddling with my hands.

"Oh...I don't know because you fiddle with your hands when you're anxious." He explains. I tried to stop but I couldn’t.

"Was it me, was I too rough?" He asked with a look of concern, sitting next to me on the couch.

"What? No, No. You were great, you know I like it rough" I assured him, playfully hitting him on the leg.

"Then what is it? You know, tell me anything!" He says, taking hold of my hand and I look down at his hand over mine.

"It's nothing, I swear," I said with a fake smile. Chris knew, I was lying but he wasn’t push me.

“Okay, well...I should get going then” He says, rising from the couch and I nodded, walking him to the door. 

“See ya later?” He asked with a smile. I returned with a smile, “See ya later!”

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Light the Lamp: Chapter 1

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader (Friends to Lovers, College/Hockey AU

Rating: M

Words: 2.2K

Warnings:  College kids being college kids, drinking, swearing, talk of sex(No smut yet but will be)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary:  Love and Hockey were kind of the same, everyone’s just rushing to score. So why couldn’t you?

A.N Summary bad but I literally couldn’t focus on writing anything else until I finished at least the first chapter of this. let me know what you think, Message/reply/inbox to be tagged.

  Chapter 1: 1st Quarter

Hockey wasn’t the sport Bucky wanted to play originally. He wanted to play baseball like his old man but when Steve decided he wanted to take ice skating lessons, he made Bucky tag along so he wouldn’t be the only boy in the class. Soon, they found themselves recruited in the junior rec hockey team and had been playing together ever since. It wasn’t a surprise that when recruitment came around that school’s were trying to pick up both of them. People knew better than to separate Cap from the Winter Soldier. Steve’s nickname was easy to figure out. He had a natural authoritative nature that made him the Captain of almost every team he played on. You never knew why they called Bucky the Winter Soldier until you played against him. Bucky was like an assassin on the ice. While everyone was focused on Steve in Center, Bucky was on left wing scoring the goal before you knew what hit you. So both of them getting recruited to play for the Avengers at Wilmington University wasn’t surprising. 

Meeting you was. 

At first, it was a sort of form of hazing. When they were starting their Freshman year so was the Coach’s daughter. He had asked senior members of the team to ‘keep an eye on her’ and make sure she didn’t get herself into any trouble. The seniors’ thinking that was lame, were more than happy to pass the task off to the two eager freshmen trying to make a name for themselves. So that’s how it started, The two boys walking you to classes and home from the library late at night, much to your demise. 

“I should’ve known my dad was going to do something like this.” You complained when you saw the two boys waiting outside your dorm the first week of classes. “Thanks for coming. But you can tell my dad that I’m not going to be the freak being escorted by hockey jocks everyday.” 

“No can do, Doll.” Bucky says. “We leave you, we’re doing drills the rest of practice.” 

“Doll? What’re you? A 40s newscaster?” You say, with an annoyed expression walking passed the boys who just followed suit behind you. “Ugh, this is such bullshit. He literally begged me to go to Wilmington and promised I’d be able to have a ‘normal college experience’. What about this is fucking normal?”  

“I know it’s less than ideal but hey, we can make the best out of this.” Steve smiles. “I’m Steve, by the way.” He says extending a hand. 

You shake it. You couldn’t blame them for your dad not trusting you. “Y/N. You?” You asked the other boy next to you. 

“Bucky.” He provides. 

“Bucky?” You question. 

“Well, it’s James but my friends call me Bucky.” 

“And that’s what we are? Friends?” You ask. 

“Might as well be, since we’ll be seeing each other a lot this semester.” 

And that’s how your semi-unconventional friendship started. Pretty soon, even though your dad had eased up on the 24-hour watch, per your mom's request, you still found yourself walking and getting coffee with the two in the mornings. Even, found yourself waiting in the rinks watching practices so you could hang out afterwards and that became your life for the next two years. Now the three of you we’re entering your Junior year of college. Steve was right back in his title role of Captain, Bucky was now first string Left Wing and you were… still watching from the bleachers. You didn’t mind though, you grew to love the sport due to it being your dad’s profession. Hell, you were on skates before you could even walk. But you never found yourself on the women’s team, Hockey wasn’t something you really wanted to do. You still supported the girls team though, which is why you found yourself watching their practices too. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Carol said, skating to the end of the rink where you were sitting next to her girlfriend, Maria. A position you often found yourself in, entertaining player’s girlfriends while they practiced. Maria was cool though, at least you knew about the sport. 

“Hey, Marvel.” You called her by her nickname. Thing about Hockey is everyone was called by their nicknames. 

“You going to the Sigma Pi party later?” She asks. 

“Uh, no one told me about it.” You say, awkwardly. 

“I’m telling you now.” Carol says like it's obvious. “You never go out anymore and I refuse to let you become a cat lady before you turn 25. Come over ours at 7, we’ll pregame and head over at 9. What do you say?” 

“Fine, I’ll come.” You say. 

“Great!” Carol says, pumping a fist before signalling her girlfriend to come closer to the rink. You look away as they kiss. Couples made you uneasy, especially hockey couples. You wanted that more than anything, for your guy to skate up to the gate just to sneak a kiss from you. Not that dating anyone from the team was even an option with you dad coaching. The team saw you as a little sister and if anyone was caught even looking at you in any way, their ass was grass by either your dad or Bucky, who’d become protective of you over the years. 

“Marvel, stop flirting with your girlfriend and GET BACK ON THE ICE!” You heard your dad scream. 

“Sorry, Couch!” She called. “Sorry, baby i’ve gotta jet. Y/N, don’t forget. 7 o’clock!” She says before skating off. 

“I won’t!” You call after her. 

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You can’t help but look at yourself in the mirror awkwardly at the tight Satin dress your roommate, Wanda practically forced you in. You were just going to wear a sweater and jeans, your regular wardrobe but Wanda insisted everyone had seen you in that and what they haven’t seen is you in a dress. Especially, with your new body, you had gotten over the summer working at a sports camp. Who knew running after kids would be such a great form of exercise? 

Wanda also did your makeup, something you didn’t typically wear, giving you a natural glow eye, a layer of mascara, and sticky gloss that made your look ‘dewy’ as Wanda described it. You tried to keep your hair in the bun but Wanda insisted you keep your hair down. Saying it made you look hotter, you shrugged knowing you’d have to take her word for it. 

The two of you made your way to Carol and Maria’s apartment. Carol swung the door open and looked at you in surprise. “Woah, Ice Baby, you clean up nice.” 

“Don’t start, Marvel. And you know how I feel about being called that.” You hated the nickname but since you were the coach’s daughter and you stuck around the rink any chance you got, The seniors had started calling you Ice Baby your freshman year and the nickname unfortunately stuck long after they had gone. 

“Right, sorry, I always forget.” Carol said moving out the way for the two of you to come in. 

The four of you drink and play games until it’s time to head to the party. You’ve got a pretty strong buzz going as you enter the party and you regret the strappy heels Maria made you borrow before leaving. You’re sitting in the corner when someone comes to sit way too close to you. You look up to see Brock Rumlow, or Rum as the team liked to call him. 

“I almost didn’t recognize you, Ice Baby. You look good.” 

“My name is Y/N but thank you.” You say, annoyed. 

He holds his hands up in mock surrender “I forgot you hate that nickname. Let me bring you a drink to make up for it. What you want.” 

“Rum and coke, please.” 

“Oh, so you like Rum?” He says, obvious double entendre hanging off his tongue. 

“The drink? Yes.” 

“You’ll like the man soon enough.” He winks, smirking at the flush that spreads across your cheeks. 

The two of you spend the night like that. He brings you drinks and shamelessly flirts with you as you get drunker and drunker. The two of you even dance for a bit in the sea of grinding bodies. Soon you’re telling him a story and a hand drifts to your leg. You turn and he’s much closer to your face than you thought he was. 

“Wanna get out of here?” He asks. You nod but before you can even stand, Bucky is there towering over Brock.

“You can leave, Brock. But I’m taking Y/N home.” He says. 

Brock rolls his eyes. “Forgot you had a Winter Soldier guard dog. No worries, dude. I’m leaving anyway.” He says, before turning to you. “You’ve got my number, call me if you wanna hang this week.” He says, nodding to Bucky before walking away. 

“Ugh, Bucky. What was that for?” You whine, drunkenly. 

“You’re drunk. I’m taking you home.” Bucky says. “Come on, stand up.” 

You shakingly get up and Buck is there immediately under your arm, his arm around your waist helping you walk out. 

The cold breeze hits you as soon as you step foot out the party and take the long trek home. 

“I think I drank too much.” You point out. 

“You think, kid?” Bucky says. “You’re lucky, I was here meeting Sharon otherwise you would’ve been shit out of luck.” 

“Brock would’ve taken me home.” 

“Brock’s a lowlife. Don’t worry about him, I’ve got you.” 

You sigh. “Sorry for ruining your night with your girlfriend.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll call her when I make sure you get home so if you could pick up the pace.” 

“My feet hurt.” You complain. 

“Yea, I bet. God, when did you start wearing heels, Doll?” 

“I wanted to look good tonight.” You sigh. 

“You always look good.” 

“Fine, I wanted to look hot.” You provide. “For once, I wanted to be the one guys paid attention to at parties.” 

“You can be yourself for that, Y/N.” Bucky says. “You’re a catch.” 

“If I was, someone would’ve fucked me by now.” You drunkenly admit. That makes Bucky double-take. “I mean, think about it? 3 years into my college career, I turn 21 in a couple months and still it's where no man’s gone before down there.” 

“Y/N, are you saying you’re--” 

“A virgin? Yea, Bucky catch up.” You groan at the pain in your feet. Bucky looks and takes sympathy on you. 

“Here take off your shoes.” He says, toeing his off as well and sliding them over to you. 

“You’re just going to walk barefoot?” You ask, putting on the shoes, holding your heels in your hand. 

“Better than you walking barefoot.” He shrugs. 

“Anyway, I decided over the summer that maybe I was putting too much thought into it. I mean almost everyone loses their virginity in high school and it's never good, no one ever says their first time was good. I just thought maybe I should just, you know, get it over with.” You slur. “Which is what I was trying to do until you chased my date away. God, you always do that, Bucky.” 

“I’m not fighting with you while you’re drunk.” Bucky says, trying to get you to drop the subject but you persist. 

“Every time I try to talk to a guy, you butt in--” 

“Maybe I wouldn’t butt in if you picked the right guys for you.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with the guys I pick! You’re just a cockblock.” 

“That’s not true.” 

“Yea what about Charles? He asked me on a date freshman year and took it back not even an hour later. I had to beg Steve to tell me why and it turned out that you threatened him if he even thought about going out with me.” 

“Y/N, you had just turned 18 and X was a 24 year old senior! I didn’t trust how he was just waiting. So yea, I told him to fuck off. And Rum is an asshole who can’t get a girl to sleep with him unless they’re shitfaced. So yea, I told him to fuck off.” Bucky exclaims as the two of you make it up the stairs to your apartment. “Y/N, you’ll find someone right for you and that right person will make your first time special. I just want you to find someone who’ll make you happy.” 

“And I just want you to remember for next time that if you want to tell a girl who she can and can’t fuck, you have Sharon for that. Not me.” You said, taking off the shoes as you arrived at your front door. 

“Y/N, wait--” You hear him say but you don’t care, you slam the door in his face regardless. 

Who did Bucky think he was? Sure, he was your best friend but so was Steve and he’s not nearly as protective as Bucky was. You honestly couldn’t tell who was worse at this point, your dad or Bucky. You loved both of them but they had the fatal flaw of forgetting you weren’t a kid. You were a woman, a woman with needs. And one particular need you needed to get rid of.   

So you picked up your phone and called Brock. Bucky couldn’t be right about everything.

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also forgot to ask: what would probably be the ROs soulmate signs or whatever it is called? (I'm sorry for annoying you with this but your characters are just so amazing and I wanna know as much as possible about all of them)

Not annoying me at all!

So for Eli and Davy, hear me out. I already talked a little bit about this before, but I've always loved this idea...Eli and the MC are soulmates. Like, red string of fate soulmates, always-find-each-other soulmates. But Davy also falls in love with the MC every. Single. Time. And, the MC also feels some kind of way for Davy. So the question becomes, does the MC choose their soulmate (Eli) or someone who isn't their soulmate, isn't so destined, but that they can see themselves being happy with anyway (Davy)? Who would you choose (send in your answers to my inbox)?

For Jean, I like the idea of only being able to see in black-and-white until you meet your soulmate, which is when you start to see everything in full-on color.

For Vic, maybe "realizing someone is your soulmate the first time you touch them." Like...that moment in Chapter 6 when Vic adjusts the MC's grip on the retractors?

For Dr. Grey, it's a bit tough since he was already married and he wouldn't have a child with someone unless it was someone he really loved. I'm gonna take an L on this one, lol

For Dr. Sloan, probably "tattoo of the first word your soulmate says to you."

Bonus:

Imagine Eli x MC x Davy love triangle, but hanahaki disease.

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[arvinsescape]

Rebecca... or was it always Y/N?

A/N: Feels like a lifetime since i posted anything, sorry for the silence over the last few days! I’ve been back at work so i will be slowly emptying my inbox, if anyone still has a request in there i’m not ignoring it, i just have less time so it’s taking longer! I hope you enjoy this one! It’s angsty but has a good ending! Decided to post a day early seeing as it's ready to go!

Summary: Tom is in love with a woman who doesn’t love him back. Y/N is in love with Tom and he doesn’t think he loves her back.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of smut (but nothing major at all).

W/C: 4.6K (My one shots will now be longer as i’ll only be posting one a week and i hope the W/C doesn’t put anyone off).

Y/N was watching it unfold before her eyes and felt nothing but helpless, Tom was falling in love and there was nothing she could do. It wasn’t because she was in love with him that she was sad, no, it was because Rebecca was going to rip his heart out and not give him a second thought. Y/N cursed herself daily for letting them meet, Rebecca was attractive anyone could see that, she was beautiful, but she wasn’t a good person and Y/N knew this.

Rebecca worked with Y/N and they got along but Y/N knew about her tendencies and her commitment issues. Rebecca was never any bodies girlfriend, she always told Y/N she “preferred to be the woman on the side, it’s more interesting.” Tom had taken an instant liking to her when she approached their table in the bar to say hi and she wished to god she’d have dragged Tom home as soon as she saw him chatting her up.

They were sleeping together, everyone knew that but it wasn’t anything beyond that, Rebecca was clever, she enjoyed the attention Tom gave her and mostly enjoyed the amount of money he was willing to spend on her. So Rebecca kept him happy, she kept him completely at arms-length, she would occasionally allow him to cuddle her, kiss her and every now and again she’d stay the night. Y/N remembers the first time she brought it up to Tom.

“Tom, you really need to be careful.” She said as she watched Rebecca leave and Tom sat next to her on the sofa.

“How’d you mean?” He asked with furrowed brows.

“I told you months ago that she doesn’t commit Tom.” She sighed and Tom huffed.

“Y/N, she stays the night.” Tom said matter of factly and she smiled sadly at him.

“Tom, she stops once a week and I think you know why she does that.”

“Fucking hell Y/N, can you just let me be happy?” Tom snapped.

“Tom, it’s not that I don’t want you to be happy, you’re my best friend but she isn’t good for you.” She sighed and Tom huffed again, so she continued. “She doesn’t commit, she told me that herself, she keeps you at arms-length because she knows if she lets you kiss her every now and again outside the bedroom you won’t catch on to what she’s doing.” Y/N sighed as she ran a hand through her hair.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom folded his arms over his chest and Y/N looked at him carefully before she asked her next question, dreading the answer.

“Tom, are you in love with her?”

“Yes.”

Y/N was heartbroken for him, she really was and she didn’t want to interfere; it wasn’t something she enjoyed being done to her but she knew this wasn’t going to end well. When Tom loved, he loved with everything he had in him, he gave his everything and Y/N knew it wouldn’t be long before he was crying into her chest as she tried to console him. She’d brought it up to Rebecca and it was then that Y/N and Rebecca stopped speaking completely, Y/N hated her now for what she was doing to her best friend.

“Rebecca, do you love Tom?” She asked casually over their lunch break.

“No.” Rebecca snorted and Y/N’s heart broke in two as she thought about what this was going to do to him.

“He loves you.” She sighed.

“Oh, I know.” Rebecca smirked. “He’s the easiest guy I’ve ever had to string along.” She laughed again and Y/N felt her blood boil. She knew Rebecca wasn’t nice when it came to men but she had no idea just how cruel she was.

“Do you think that’s fair though? Doing this to him?” She tried to reason and Rebecca laughed.

“Look, Y/N. I like you.” Y/N fucking hated her. “But it’s none of your business.”

“Just, please. Whatever you do, don’t sleep with anyone else whilst you’re sleeping with him. I can’t watch him fall apart like that again, I just can’t.” Y/N sighed as she felt tears brim her eyes at the thought of her best friend being used like this.

“We aren’t together you know. I’m not his girlfriend.” She snapped.

“Just, please. Don’t do that too him.” Y/N almost begged.

Y/N hoped that she wasn’t sleeping with other people, no they weren’t together but Tom was in love with her and she knew that, she fucking knew and it made Y/N’s blood boil, she’d tried to bring it up to Tom but he wouldn’t have it and now they weren’t on speaking terms.

“Tom, I really need to talk to you.” She said as she came in from work.

“What’s wrong princess?” He asked, he was concerned she’d had a bad day.

“It’s about Rebecca.” She said and Tom sighed, anger rising in his chest.

“Not this again. Y/N, what the fuck is your problem?” He snapped and she was taken aback at how quickly he’d gotten mad at her.

“She doesn’t love you Tom, she told me herself.” She said desperately, she needed him to understand so he wouldn’t fall any deeper but Rebecca had her claws well and truly dug into his heart, ready to squeeze everything from it as she ripped it in half. “Why do you think she won’t be your girlfriend?” She asked desperately.

“Because of who I am and the attention that would bring. You have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re just jealous.” Tom shouted and she felt some of her own anger rise but she tried to swallow it down, he was just love blind.

“No, Tom, that’s not it and I think you know it.” She said as she ignored the jealousy comment as best she could.

“All I know is that you can’t be happy for me, you’re trying to ruin this for me and why? I’ll tell you why, you’re jealous that I have someone and you don’t. Or is it because you’re in love with me and still haven’t gotten over it.” Ouch, Y/N felt utterly betrayed by her best friend.

She’d let slip that she was in love with him a few months before he met Rebecca, he didn’t feel the same and she was okay with that. It surprisingly didn’t change their friendship, she was heartbroken for a while but she learned to accept it. There was always a part of her that would love him, she knew that but she’d learned to live with it. Right now though, she was regretting him ever knowing.

“You know what Tom. Fuck you. No, I’m not doing this because of any other reason than the fact that you are my best friend. I’m not going to stand here and let you berate me for caring. She’s gonna break your heart.”

“Bullshit, you’re doing it because you’re bitter that I don’t love you. You’re jealous that someone else has my attention and it’s not all on you.” He spat and she felt the tears fall. She couldn’t stop them falling as she realised she couldn’t do anything to make him see sense, but he’d also just stabbed at her own heart.

“Okay, well if that’s how you want to be, then I’ll stop trying to help you. For the love of god Tom, please be careful. But think twice before running to me when she breaks your heart.” Y/N said as her tears fell faster and Tom noticed the crack in her voice and how vulnerable she looked and his anger instantly washed away and he watched her sniffle and make her way up to her room. He felt awful, he shouldn’t have said that.

Tom had tried to speak to Y/N, tried to apologise, but she wouldn’t have it, she was angry with him and rightfully so. Harrison had given him an earful for being a dick and he took it.

“That’s not really fair Tom.” Harrison had said when Tom had told him why they weren’t speaking.

“I know.” Tom ran a hand through his hair.

“Look, I love you both and I’m not picking sides but it’s a bit fucked up that you would do that. She’s been your best friend over her own feelings for you for years. Do you have any idea how hard it was for her to comfort you when you were crying over other women? It broke her heart as much as it did yours. She’s not a bitter person Tom and you know that, she was happy for you when you had other girlfriends.” Harrison reasoned and Tom felt his heart ache as he thought about what he’d put his best friend through.

“She was never angry that you don’t love her the way she loves you. Never. Have you considered that maybe she really is just trying to help you? I agree with Y/N, Rebecca is no good for you and you need to wake up and smell the fucking coffee Tom and decide if losing your best friend was worth it.” Harrison sighed and Tom felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

“What do you mean? Y/N will come round, she’s my best friend Haz, she won’t fall out with me permanently will she?” Tom was panicking now, she’d been his best friend for a long time, a very long time.

“Tom.” Harrison sighed. “You’ve given her a lot to think about. Throwing the fact that she’s in love with you in her face made her realise there’s a power dynamic to your relationship now, one that was never there before.” Harrison said carefully as Tom furrowed his brows.

“What do you mean a power dynamic?”

“Tom, she’s in love with you. She puts your feelings before her own all the time and you proved that you don’t when you threw that in her face. She’s always going to care more about you than you do her.” Harrison sighed and Tom felt his heart break.

“I don’t wanna lose her Haz, she’s my best friend. Can you help me fix it?” Tom asked his friend and Harrison shook his head.

“Mate, I wouldn’t know where to start. She’s really fucking hurt, I think you should just leave her be for a while and figure your own shit out.”

Tom took what Harrison had said and really thought about it. He missed Y/N, he really did, it was torture watching her interact with the rest of the boys and she couldn’t even meet his eyes. He wanted his best friend back but that seemed like a long shot at this point. Rebecca was supposed to be coming round today and whilst he was excited to see her, his mind was currently on his best friend, they’d not spoken for weeks.

“Hi.” Rebecca said as she made her way into his room, pulling him from his thoughts. He smiled when he heard her voice.

“Hi.” He said as she joined his place on the bed sitting against the headboard, she instantly straddled him and his hands found her waist. She kissed him and his heart fluttered, Y/N was still itching to the front of his thoughts but he pushed them back, Rebecca was here.

One thing led to another and they both had their shirts off, Tom saw it and his heart dropped. A love bite on her breast that he knew he’d not left there. He pulled back as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“What’s that?” He asked as he gestured towards the mark and she huffed.

“We’re not exclusive Tom.” She reminded him and he felt his heart shatter.

“I thought, you said you didn’t wanna sleep with anyone else?” He rambled and she rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t and then I did. It’s not a big deal Tom, I’m not your girlfriend.” She snapped and Tom’s heart was broken as he swallowed his tears down.

“But I love you.” Tom tried to reason and she moved off him completely.

“I never said I loved you.” She snapped back and Tom wondered if she’d always been so cruel.

“But-“ Tom went to say before she interrupted him.

“Look, Tom. We aren’t exclusive and I don’t love you.” She said matter of factly. “I enjoy your company don’t get me wrong, but I thought you knew I don’t do the whole girlfriend thing.” She said and Tom felt his tears fall.

“But you stayed with me, you did things that you don’t normally do.” Tom reasoned and she huffed again.

“Were you really so blind Tom? I thought you knew what I was doing and was okay with it? I’ve been sleeping with Michael for a while.” Rebecca said and his heart felt numb. Y/N was right. “Look, it was fun, it was but we should stop this.” Rebecca said and Tom felt his anger rise.

“You knew I was in love with you and you strung me along, making me think we had a shot. Fantastic.” Tom snapped and she laughed.

“Like you’re any different.” She said and he was confused by that.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tom gritted out.

“Oh please. As if people don’t know Y/N is in love with you and you continued to be close to her didn’t you? Still cuddled her when she’d had a bad day, made everything better. Do you not think that was hard for her? Or is it only a problem when someone does it to you?” She shouted and Tom’s face fell, there was a part of what she said that was true.

“I didn’t do it on purpose though.” Tom snapped and it was true, he would never string Y/N along on purpose. Rebecca laughed as she put her shirt back on, it wasn’t a nice laugh, more mocking in nature.

“Look, you did this to yourself, I know she tried to warn you and you didn’t listen did you? Thought you could be the one to change me, but you can’t, I don’t love you and I never will.” Tom felt like he had nothing left in him as his tears fell down his face, he felt like an idiot.

“Get out.” He snapped and she huffed as she grabbed her bag.

“Gladly.” She fired back as Tom let his tears fall hard down his face. He was heartbroken, he really did love her and it felt like she’d cheated on him. Maybe she was right, they weren’t exclusive but it still hurt and he pulled his knees to his chest as he cried.

Y/N came home as Rebecca angrily made her way out of the door and Y/N knew he must have found out. Y/N had been told that day that Rebecca was sleeping with Michael as well as Tom and her heart broke for him. Michael gave her the one thing Tom couldn’t, the excitement of being a woman on the side. She heard his cries and it took everything in her to not comfort him, she was still hurt, so she swallowed down her own tears as she made her way into her bedroom, right next to Tom’s.

She listened to him cry for an hour and didn’t move, just silently cried, the guilt consumed her but she couldn’t cave. She knew he was heartbroken but she just couldn’t bring herself to forget what he said. This went on for three days, she’d listen to him cry as the other boys tried to comfort him but it didn’t work.

“Y/N?” Tuwaine asked as he opened her bedroom door, pulling her from her thoughts.

“Yeah?” She asked weakly.

“Can you please tell me what to do? I don’t know how to make him stop.” He asked and Y/N sighed.

“Cup of tea, cuddles, reassure him that he’s going to be okay. He likes it when you play with his hair, comforts him.” She said and Tuwaine gave her a small smile as he disappeared.

Ten minutes later she heard Tom shout for Tuwaine to leave him alone and seconds later Tuwaine was back at her door.

“I don’t think he wants me.” Tuwaine said sadly as she sighed. “I know it’s a lot to ask and don’t feel like you have to but maybe you should go and talk to him.” Tuwaine said quietly and she sighed as she nodded. It was torture for her to listen to him cry on and off and she made her way off her bed and into his bedroom.

Her heart broke as she took him in, he looked like he’d hardly slept and his eyes were red and puffy. She sat next to him on the bed and before she had a chance to do or say anything she was pulled tightly against his chest as he cried into her hair.

Tom inhaled the scent of her shampoo and realised how much he’d missed her. He knew he missed her just not this depth, it was like having her back in his arms was everything he’d needed in the last few weeks, it felt right to have her there. He cried into her hair as she hugged him tightly and he realised after a few minutes that he was no longer crying over Rebecca, he was crying over how much he’d missed her.

She moved them so she was sat against the headboard and his head was stuffed into her chest as he cried, she ran her fingers through his hair as she felt him calm slightly.

“You’re gonna be okay Tom.” She whispered and Tom felt guilty, which brought a fresh wave of tears, here she was comforting him and it was all because he didn’t listen to her. He’d upset her and here she was comforting him, he realised Harrison was right. She would always put his feelings first. He cried over his guilt, thoughts of Rebecca completely leaving him as he was crying over his best friend. She always knew what to do, she always knew what he needed and he realised that he missed her for an entirely different reason, it was like a slap to the face.

He always thought he didn’t love her the way she loved him and now he was wondering if he was right. She was the first person he went to when he was upset or had news to share, she was the only person who could ever comfort him when things were wrong, she was the person who made him crack a smile when he’d had a shit day. He thought about it as he cried, as she ran her fingers through his hair and told him that he was going to be okay. He thought about how blind he truly had been, it’d always been her, she was always the one he ran to, sought comfort in.

He couldn’t stop himself as he pulled his head from her chest and placed his lips against hers. She was stunned for a second before she kissed him back, he moved his hands to her hair as he went to deepen the kiss.

Y/N was stunned for a second before she melted into the kiss and it wasn’t until he licked her bottom lip to ask for entrance that she realised what was happening.

“Tom.” She said into his lips as she pushed at his chest, eyes wide. “Tom.” She said again as she pushed more forcefully. He pulled back after a second, looking at her confused. She couldn’t help the anger rising in her chest, had he just kissed her whilst crying over someone else?

“Y/N-“ Tom started and she cut him off.

“You can’t do that Tom. That’s not fair, I’m not some rebound.” She said as she got off his bed.

“Y/N, that’s not-“ He went to say and she interrupted him again, her anger getting the better of her.

“I am in love with you and you know that. Why would you fucking do that? I know you don’t love me back. That’s fucking, I can’t.” She ranted as she tried to process what was going on.

“Y/N, I’m an idiot.” Tom said and she sarcastically laughed.

“Yeah Tom, you really fucking are.” She shouted as she slammed his bedroom door and made her way into her room. Tom felt awful, he realised what it looked like but he was in love her, he should have just told her. He was stunned for a second before he collected himself and ran out of his bedroom, instantly finding himself outside her door as he knocked, he heard her crying and his heart broke, why couldn’t he just get things right with her?

She was angry with him as tears made their way down her cheeks and when she heard him knock she opened the door again, about to give him both barrels, she was so angry with him.

“What?” She shouted as she ripped her bedroom door open.

“I’m in love with you.” He said and she felt her anger boil over again.

“Tom, this isn’t fucking funny. You-“ She shouted but was instantly cut off when he stepped closer to her and shut her bedroom door, his hands finding her cheeks as he pressed his lips to hers. She pushed at his chest again in protest and he disconnected their lips.

“I’m in love with you and I’m a fucking idiot for not seeing it sooner.” He said and she laughed.

“You have just spent the last three days crying over another woman Tom.” She stated as she moved away from him.

“I know. But I wasn’t crying just then because of her.” He said and she scoffed before she went to make her way out of the room, Tom grasped at her hands as he spun her around and pinned her against the door. “I was crying because I missed you.” He said and she felt her heart hammering in her chest. He had his arms caged around her head and she was instantly aware of their close proximity as he continued.

“I was crying because I felt guilty for not seeing it sooner. It’s always you I run to when I need something. It’s always you that makes me feel better and I couldn’t pin down why until Tuwaine tried. You know what to do, you know what I need, you care for me in a way I didn’t think was possible. You make me feel safe, wanted, like I’m good enough.” He whispered as he inched his face closer to hers and she felt her breath hitch in her throat.

“I realised so much, it was like a slap in the face, it was overwhelming. I love that when you’re sad, you steal my hoodies and curl up in them, I love how fucking big they are on you. I love when you wear my clothes and I couldn’t pinpoint why for so long, but now I get it. I love the way you ramble about the things you love and don’t give a shit if anyone else is actually listening, but I always do. I always listen because you talk so passionately about things you love, your eyes light up and you smile and it’s contagious, you could talk about fucking bread and I’d listen.” He laughed lightly as she stared at him, heart still hammering in her chest.

“I love how clumsy you are, it’s fucking adorable. I love how intelligent you are. I love how you have to have your feet tucked into the duvet so you can sleep, even if it’s too hot. I love it when you wear your hair up in a bun more than I should, I never thought anything of it until I realised why I love it so much. I love it because I get a better look at your beautiful face, I love it because it exposes your neck and collarbones better.” He said, his lips were almost touching her as she breathed hard.

“I know it’s long overdue and that I had to hurt you before I realised, I could go on for hours about everything I love about you, because I do. I love you, Y/N.” He whispered again and she was crying, she hadn’t realised that she was until he wiped them away with his thumb. She was yet to say anything. “You’re not a rebound Y/N, I think deep down all those other girls were.” He said and she couldn’t stop herself as she connected their lips, salty tears mixing together as he pulled her impossibly closer to him.

Her hands found his hair as she tangled her fingers through his curls. One of his hands found her waist, whilst the other cupped her neck. The kiss grew more passionate as they let their love for each other pour into it, he licked her bottom lip asking for entrance and this time she granted it. He pushed her further into the door as they continued to kiss. After a while they both pulled away for air and he placed his forehead against hers.

“I mean it Y/N, I love you.”

“Tom, if this is some sort of joke, I can’t take it. It would break me.” She whimpered and he realised how vulnerable she was as she wouldn’t meet his eyes, the hand that was cupping her neck moved her head to look at him.

“This isn’t a joke princess. I’m in love with you and I mean that. I know the timing is off but I do and I mean it. It’s always been you, I was just too much of a fucking idiot to realise it and I’m sorry.” He said and it was so honest, the look in his eyes was so honest that she smiled, he meant it.

“I love you Tom, I really do.” She said and he smiled. “But you need time to get over her and make sure it is how you really feel. I’d love to be so selfish and have you now but I can’t, you loved her and you need to get over her.” She said and Tom’s heart broke again at her words.

“But I really do love you Y/N/N. Baby, I need you.” Tom said as he let his tears fall again.

“You have me Tom, you always will whether that be as your best friend or your girlfriend but you need to take some time to get Rebecca out of your system, okay?” He knew what she was saying and as much as he wanted her right now, he couldn’t she was right, up until twenty minutes ago he thought he was in love with someone else. He needed time to get over Rebecca properly and then he could fully give himself to Y/N.

It was going to take time but it was okay she’d wait for him and be his best friend, like she always had been and he returned to her bedroom door six months later, she opened it and he kissed her again, his feelings for her never changed, he loved her with all he had, only this time his love was reciprocated properly.

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