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magnoliamyrrh · 2 years

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hearing my professor say "sex workers" in class after and while literally and explicitely talking about nonwestern victims of sex trafficking using those terms like. im gonna eat my own tongue. im gonna scream so loudly and so silently it will burst my lungs. im going to become a black hole.

in general i find that term to be so fucking offensive bc it can only maybe apply to a very very small minority of well off economically privileged women who "choose" to do "sex work" (and even many of them talk abt feeling exploited - almost like prostitution is inherently expolitative wow) but. you know sometimes those "sex workers" are the only ones ppl rly picture, they dont picture street prostitution, hitckhiker hookers, sex trafficking, child sex trafficking, that the averege age of entering prostitution is 14, drug addiction, pimps, constant violence, etc

but. dear lord help me. in the context of literally taking explicitely about victims of "sex" trafficking in relation to poverty. to still have this postmodern god forsaken fucking nightmare so dug into your hear you say SeX WoRkErs;;; I ;;; I. Honestly im so offended. Its so fucking offensive. Like i almost wanna fucking cry. And she aint even white lmao shes indian like maam as a fellow immigrant please stop parroting the western bullshit i beg you. its so god damn fucking offensive and this bullshit is passed off as progressive and right and parroted by professors and taught as a given and preached and taught uncritically and then parroted by students and then. someone posts it online and some idiot reads it tells it to another idiot who tells it to another idiot. And then this insanity affects the whole westenrn "FeMinIsM" movement. And then, not only do I personally have to deal with a bunch of fucking idiots who have the gull to tell ME how the fuck I cant or can speak and how I should fucking feel when they dont got a single damn clue, BUT ALSO. this sort of cultural fucking idiocracy leads to real life impacts. Ala, western european states legalizing prostitution, thus the horrid rise of sex trafficking, child sex trafficking, child pornography, etc, of mainly balkan, roma, refugee, immigrant, poor, etc etc women. Ala, there was this article written by a Romanian prostitute in spain. She was complaining about how because of this sex work narrative now even more men come to prostitutes bc theyve bought this bullshit narrative of the "happy sex worker" so. now, they have to put all this extra fucking emotional effort into pretending like theyre enjoying what these men are doing to them and like they want it and all this shit. Which, let me tell you, its a whole lot easier to just dissociate when you get used to being regularly raped than it is to have to pretend like you fucking want it and enjoy it too. Something along the lines, these men want your soul not just your body, and this much worse...... And how, because of this, they also have to invest more in makeup and shit to look "well" which fuether just sinks them into the whole cycle which is quite hard to get out of. So. So.

As far as Im concerned. All the god forsaken postmodern nonsense that is propagated in western social sciences academica - has real life fucking effects. It has. The things written, the things discussed, the things professors say. Ive said before, that maybe postmodernism has some academic value (though we didnt need french people to be like, yo dude did you know multiple perspectives on life exist? inssne!). But. It doesnt fucking stay in academica. None of this bullshit stays in academica. And apart from this sort of bullshit not even being "feminism" and being inherently detrimental to the unity needed for social movements, inherently complacent, inherently antirevolutionary, inherently fucking REEKING of western individualism and selfishness up the fucking ass,,,,,,,,,it has real life fucking affects.

Westerners whove never fucking been through any of this shit sit in universities coming up with all these fucking theories but who pays the price. Who pays the god damn fucking price? Who? For their thought experiments? For these societal experiemnts? For these bullshit western ideas of freedom and progress and feminism? We do. My people do. We do. God fucking damn it

#Im gonna eat glass #Im not going to stay in academia but if i was. I think theyd kick me out of the anthropology department #before i got my phd #fuck this shit #Someone needs to fucking do something about it. Someone needs to fucking critique it form the inside #which i can actually say i did lmao because i <3 showed up at office hours <3 and uhh #said my peace.#which im sure she wasnt expecting but. im also genuinely glad she listened. i guess #its a big harder to just cancle someone or tell them to shut up #when they tell you frankly tat they were sex trafficked as a child and come from one of the sex trafficking #capitals of the world #like. <3 sorry lol i have more a right to speak then you! lovely! great!#i didnt direct it at her in particular lmao i went a roundabout way of critiquing what i called privileged western bullshit #but im sure she also got that I was biting back against the sex work thing while speaking abt fucking victims of sex trafficking #AND lmaoo i did go on a very short but well put together quip abt postmodernism being inherently individualistic #and detrimental to movements and literally funded by the CIA in class lmao SOmEONE NEEDS TO SAY SOMETHING #just enough to get people looking and curious and wanting answers and QUESTIONING THIS SHIT #i came back to this country after being back home having none of this shit dkdkd #............. how you can even be from india and admit you've seen the horrors of street prostitution and still propagate the sex work shit #in the same breath is beyond me #it really is #and how you can propagate these western narratives of individualistic ChOiCe #while also teaching abt nonwestern concepts which view equality and freedom in nonindivualistic terms #...... maaam...... how is the cognitive dissonance not hitting #...... this was some weeks ago but like. idk thinking back on it its like #again lmao. its so fucking offensive. its........ how fucking deep do you have to be to explicitely speak about sex trafficking victims #stricke by poverty and call them sex workers #.....................#...#like maam. maybe youve been in this country too long. maybe youve been in westenrn academica too long. its time to wake up a bit

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 8 months

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Did it hurt?

Requested: Yes [Can I please please please get König with a very flirty reader? Like, big boy is blushing all over but still flirting back like he's got nothing to lose, getting close and showing off those muscles like nobody's business. Until reader tells him that if he's planning on sleeping in his own bed he better shut up, and he just grins wildly and keeps going. Please, I'm willing to beg]

Warnings: None

A/N: Yes, hello, I know I’ve been quiet for a while now. Between health problems, hyper fixations, and the death of a cat I loved dearly, let’s just say I’ve been having a tough time lately. But I’m back! Hopefully I’ll get back to regularly posting soon.

Pretty.

It had all started by you calling him pretty. It was meant to be joking, as you had never actually seen his face, but that genuinely surprised and bashful look in his eyes prevented you from taking it back. His hands fidgeting in front of him as you tried to find the words to apologize for perhaps making him uncomfortable or awkward when he suddenly spoke.

“Tat es weh, als du vom Himmel gefallen bist?” He asked in his native tongue, scratching at his cheek through the thick fabric of his mask, his eyes meeting yours, and you could just barely make out the fact that his pupils were blown wide when he looked at you.

“What?” You asked dumbly. Even if ypu understood German, you were too dumbfounded by his sudden words that you didn’t even understand what he said.

“Tat es weh, als du vom Himmel gefallen bist?” He asks again, leaning in, invading your personal space so he could get a closer look at your eyes. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

A shocked laugh left you, but you regretted it when you saw his head lower a bit, averting his eyes from your face. He thought you were laughing at him.

“Sorry, but I crawled my way up from hell.” You tell him, giving a wink when he seems to straighten, his body signaling that he’s nervous yet excited as he fidgets with his thick gloves, picking at the frayed seams of them.

“Explains why you’re so hot.” He says, his voice dropping a few octaves, a pleasant rumble in your ears. “Speaking of heat, is it hot in here or is it just you?”

That one earned him another chuckle and you could tell he was smiling now by the way the creases around his eyes crinkled, almost making it look like he was squinting.

“I think it’s actually just you.” You tell him, boldly poking the center of his chest, not expecting him to scoop up your hand with his own, gently cradling it as he brings it up to where his lips should be, kissing your knuckles through the fabric of his mask.

“No, it’s definitely you.” He says, pleased by the way you start to crumble at the edges, becoming a bit flustered by his words. It was all so cheesy but…..you kinda liked it when it was coming from him.

“Listen here, big guy. If you’re planning on sleeping alone tonight then you better stop now.” You playfully warn, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the way his eyes widen and narrow, a determination setting in them as he reaches out to brush his hand along yours, linking your pinkies on top of the bar.

“It’s cold out tonight, maybe we should huddle together to keep warm.” He practically purrs, leaning in closer, amused when you push at his face, then tug him outside by the hood of his jacket.

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worldlxvlys · 15 hours

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teasing

(part four of the CRUSH series)

bsf! matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutt, no actual p in v, masturbation (male + female), cursing

a/n: read the previous part for context !

“god, you look so beautiful. and your voice? i could listen to you talk all day”

the camera was aimed at his face, but the wet squelching of him jerking himself off could be heard in the background. he was breathing heavily, the sounds of his low pants filling the room.

if he was trying to be discreet, he wasn’t doing a good job at it.

“just-just please keep talking to me, okay ? need to hear your voice so fucking badly”

the video cut off.

i quickly began to record my own video.

“so fucking needy matt, why don’t you show me what you’re doing baby? i can help you, but i gotta be able to see. wanna make sure i’m doing it right”

“you keep sending videos, i’ll keep talking to you pretty boy”

i ended the video and sent it to him, he opened it immediately.

“what am i doing? just enjoying the sound of your voice, sweetheart”

his shirt was off now, the movement of his tatted arm making it obvious that he was still pumping himself furiously.

“ imagining you’re in front of me, on your knees. that pretty face looking up at me while i make a mess all over it. but what i really want is to hear the way you say my name when you’re twitching and shaking under me”

my hand crept past the waistband of my skirt and panties, a moan slipping past my lips while i played with myself.

“ i’d play with you through your panties, watch you squirm while the lace catches on your clit. you just love to tease me, don’t you? let’s see how you like it when i do it back”

the video ended.

i pulled my panties down my legs, holding them in my hand while i hit record;

“you’re right about one thing baby” i spoke, moving the lacy panties into the view of the camera, “i love wearing lace”

i trailed my hand back down to my heat, rubbing the panties against it.

“god, it feels so good matt” i moaned out, eyes screwing shut. “i think about your hands all the time. such long fingers, and those veins? makes me wonder if that’s the only thing on you that’s so veiny”

my breathing began to pick up as i thought about all the times i’d seen his dick push against his pants, practically begging to be sucked.

“and don’t get me started on those grey sweats you love to wear. god, you’re such a slut, basically begging to be fucked dumb. bet you’d like that, huh?”

“you talk about wanting me under you, but what if i made you work for it? what if i made you get on your knees and beg for it?”

SENT.

he opened it immediately, once again. after a few minutes my phone began to ring.

INCOMING FACTIME CALL: MATTTTT 🤭

ACCEPT ? DECLINE?

when the call connected, the sound of matt’s heavy panting rang through my ears. “i’d do it, i would. i- fuck, i’d get on my knees and say whatever you want me to, do whatever you want me to. i’d be so good for you”

“yeah? tell me what you’d do, matt” i spoke as i propped my phone up, angling it so he could see my hand disappearing under my skirt without showing off what was underneath it.

“oh my god” he whispered to himself, mouth hung open slightly as his eyes were fixated on the screen. “i’d make you get on all fours, and finger you just like that” i let out a moan at his words, spreading my legs wider.

“i’d push a finger in slowly, teasing you a little” he spoke, watching while i followed his instructions and pushed in a finger. “like this?” i asked.

“hm, not sure. can’t really see, baby” he replied. “stop teasing me and i’ll stop teasing you” i countered, continuing to move my finger inside of me slowly.

“take it out” he spoke firmly, catching me off guard. “what?” i asked in surprise.

“take your finger out and move it up to your clit, slowly” i followed his instructions with a low huff.

“what, you have an attitude now? i thought you loved teasing?” he spoke in such a cocky tone, i could practically hear his smirk.

i rolled my eyes at that, letting out a quick “fuck you”. his jaw clenched at that, his eyes becoming darker.

“you think i’m playing with you? don’t move. i’m coming over” he spoke quickly, putting his phone down to pull up his pants.

“wait, what?” i asked, finding myself shocked again. when he came back to the phone he was fully dressed and walking out of his room.

“you heard me, stay on the phone. i wanna make sure you don’t touch yourself” he spoke before yelling out to his brothers, “hey, i’m going over to y/n’s, i’ll probably just stay there tonight”

he shut his front door and made his way to the car. “you better have that attitude fixed by the time i get there” he spoke before pulling off.

well, shit.

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victoria-grimesss · 4 months

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Ghost Headcanons ~SFW & NSFW~

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->Paring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

->Warning: MDNI pretty please!! smutttt, some fluff, romance, etc.

->A/N: giggling and kicking my feet

SFW:

He's a quiet, stoic, and serious man but somehow you worm your way into his heart and although he may have been annoyed at first, he had a feeling you were going to be an issue when you first met.

It was an intensely slow burn built up to your relationship filled with passed glances, touches that you wish were longer, and the sound of his commands lingering in your mind for longer than normal.

Eventually he asked you out, unconventionally. He marched right up to you after training, still drenched in sweat and asked you flat out. You accepted and from there grew something as incredible as it is intense.

100% scary guard dog privileges.

Walking at night is never scary when he’s next to you. His stare is enough to deter any wrongdoers, he walks on outside of the sidewalk.

He's quiet but don't mistake that for aloof. He's observant as all hell. Always watching out for you when you're out together. An absentminded action he says.

Not a big fan of PDA but he always has a hand on you at all times. Ushering you through a crowd he's got his hand on the small of your back guiding you.

He enjoys being seen with you, having you next to him and just being in your presence is all he needs.

He denies he gets jealous but when a guy who shows a little too much interest in you enters into conversation with you he'll come over just to puff up his chest and throw a heavily tatted arm around your waist. "A bit jealous Simon?" "Don't know what you're talking about love."

He has an insane amount of those mask that are strewn about everywhere, and they are all in a disarray of washed and unwashed.

He thinks it's cute when you put them on and mimic him, especially if you're not British and you mimic a butchered Manchester accent. It gets a laugh out of him.

Others adore the two of you, especially the rest of the 141. He has literal heart eyes for you, through his rough exterior he really does love you.

His love language is words of affirmation and actions. You'll wake up to some flowers and painkillers on the side-table after a particularly shitty day.

Even if he's in a hurry to get out of the door he will never miss the chance to give you a hearty kiss and tell you to have a good day.

He listens to classic rock, there's usually some form of it playing in the house, he doesn't like the silence due to the tinnitus from the field. The vibes are great in the house.

You can’t tell his mood over text AT ALL. He texts in short brief choppy sentences. He prefers phone calls.

Ex:

You: “don’t forget to take the meat out of the fridge when you get home, maybe swap the clothes from the wash to the dryer if you have time. I’ll be home around 6pm traffic shouldn’t be too bad. Insert story about your day.”

Him: 👍

Aggressively British, sometimes you don't even know what he said. You just stare at him. "Did you hear me love?" "I was questioning if those were actual words that just came out of your mouth."

Sometimes you wake up at 3am for water to see him eating a big portion of fries in just his boxers with just the dim light of a football match as a light source. You usually make eye contact once but say nothing then retreat back to the room. The first time you saw that you were convinced it was a fever dream.

Sometimes his jokes are worse than Price's. You laugh out of sympathy nonetheless. You're his #1 fan.

Speaking of Price, if you're on the team he won't let your relationship get in the way of his career or mission. You are on the team because you're capable and can handle the job at hand but he does keep close eyes on you just in case on risky missions. If you get hurt he blames himself. You reassure him it's just part of the job.

There was a visible tension between the two of you that was visible to the rest of the team before you got together. I mean Ghost stared at you a majority of the time when you weren't actively working. So when they saw the two of you coming out of the same room one morning it was a definite relief. "Oh for fucks sake it's about time!" "Shut it Johnny."

He either sleeps completely silently and still to the point you think he might be dead, to which to check on him and he just opens his eyes right away. You almost shit your pants. OR he snores like a train, this option is usually when he's safe at home with you and can relax.

He loves it more than anything when he can fall asleep on your chest with you combing your fingers through his hair. He swears he's never been more relaxed.

You never discussed children but you get small glimpses into dad actions when Soap is over to help Simon fix something that takes two. "Johnny are you daft? Hold the bloody flashlight straight I can't see fuck all with you shining it in my eyes." Soap is hysterical seeing him upset over a sink leak. "Yea yea sure LT." You just watch from afar, giggling.

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He's intense, alluring, and dominant. He can last many rounds; he enjoys taking you every which way he can.

His voice.

He loves the effect it has on you, how he can pin you against a wall and simply stare down at you, drawing it out by raking his gaze from your lips and around your face not saying a work and just toying with you until he would utter a few simple words and have you weak in the knees. His ego is huge because he knows you find him irresistible.

Will come up behind you when you're in the kitchen, voice low and creeping right to your ear, low enough to hear the gravel. His hand would snake around you securing around your waist. All of your clothes end up on the kitchen floor, they look better down there anyway he said. "I'm a bit famished love, care if I take a bite?"

Confident in the bedroom, especially if you're vocal. He likes to hear how he makes you feel. In return he'll tell you exatly how you make him feel. "Gods love, you..fuck-fucking hell you're doing such a good job."

Sessions in bed are messy, hot, and sweaty. He plays dirty but matches what you give him. He won't degrade you, he respects you. But he is a tease.

Will tease the tip of it until you're begging and withering. "You want it say badly yea? Go ahead, tell me how badly you need it pretty girl."

His favorite positions would be doggy, missionary with your legs up around his neck or your ankles in his hands. He loves to see your reactions.

He finds himself sometimes lost in the moment, silent as he works on you. Eyelids heavy as he tries to commit this moment to memory, hands gripping you with fervor. His breath hot on your skin when he lowers his lips to your neck to leave his mark. "You're my good girl, such a good girl for me. Say it."

He may be dominant in bed but he lets you call the shots. If you need him and you're out at the pub just grab his arm and take him to the bathroom. Out on a late night date? His car is in the back of the parking lot, he's grabbing the keys and reclining the front seat. You've had sex in a supply closet once out of sheer desperation once.

Hates hates military galas, will really only interact with the 141 and some others if he has to but loves to see you all dolled up. His favorite part is smearing your makeup on the pillowcases afterwards though.

Shower sex is also an option, seeing you all soapy and wet really gets him going. Makes for easy cleanup afterwards too.

If you like his uniform he's more than happy to just bend you over and unzip the front of his pants. You’ve don’t it with the mask on more than once.

Gets off on going down on you. Could die doing it and die a happy man. He'll definitely get himself off while getting you off.

Enjoys a good blowjob every now and again, let’s you take the lead not a big head pusher unless you ask. He’ll do whatever you want.

Eye contact is a must. Missionary with your legs around his neck, and a hand around your neck making sure you know who's making you feel like this. "You love this don't you? Dirty girl."

If you're being a brat and he's had enough he'll just have you ride him, he'll put his hands behind his head and have you do all of the work until you get too tired to continue. You'll have to admit defeat. To where he'll take the reins by grabbing your hips.

If you have long hair he enjoys hitting it from the back and wrapping a majority of your hair around his fist and pulling just enough for you to make noise for him.

Definitely a mirror in your shared bedroom where he can sit you on his lap and you can both watch as you work yourself on him.

His eyes roll back in his head when he cums, his grip leaves marks. He enjoys finishing inside you, the closeness and intimacy makes his stomach burn in a good way but he’s all for pairing your ass or tits too. He’s not a picky man.

Aftercare king, although he likes to bask in the afterglow for a bit with you. You lay on his chest trying to catch your breath, the room is stuffy and warm and your heart is racing but you've never felt better. But after he cleans you up he'll come back with a good cup of tea to end the night.

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shawtuzi · 1 year

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i love plug!eren sm that’s literally my husband and as much as i love writing about how good he fucks let’s talk about how good he is at aftercare!!!!

“s-shit m’gonna cum, take it take all that shit,” eren grunted into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to your slightly sweaty skin. you were squeezing onto his hand for dear life as he brought you to another earth shattering orgasm, his warm cum filling you up while you shook in his arms. you’d think after five rounds of sex he’d be too tired to even lift his head from your neck but here he was already standing up to retrieve a warm washcloth, but not before giving your puffy lips three quick kisses.

you sighed dreamily as if you were in a daze, you grabbed the post sex blunt he rolled earlier and lit it. “i know you didn’t spark that shit without me,” eren chuckled as he walked in the room with a rag in hand. “i’m sorryyy i couldn’t help myself,” you giggled throwing your arm over your face. eren was a little pouty at first but his frown was quickly replaced with a smile when you offered the blunt to him. “wanna take a bath when i’m done?” he asked settling between your parted legs. you shook your head mumbling something about being too tired.

the next couple of minutes were pretty quiet as eren cleaned you up, the only sound being heard was ‘pretty little birds’ playing lowly from eren’s speaker. “m’gonna hit the block tomorrow for a bit but i’ll still be able to take you to your nail appointment,” he spoke softly running washcloth over your thigh. you hummed at his words even though you weren’t completely listening all the way—i mean how could you focus when he looks so damn good post sex??? you took another hit of the blunt before speaking, “can you stay with me until i’m done? maybe we can get food afterwards?” eren nodded his head, “of course i will you know i always do.”

it was now time for your fav part of aftercare—the cuddling!!! your head was laid on his chest as he gently ran his tatted hand up and down your back. “i can already tell i’m gonna be sore tomorrow i don’t know how i’m gonna be able to walk properly,” you groaned nuzzling your face in his chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his body wash. eren kissed his teeth and you looked up at him with confusion in those cute little doe eyes of yours. “baby, you know i’d carry you to whole different state if you asked. if you don’t feel like walking to the car or even into the salon you know i’ll be ready,” he chuckled running his thumb across the apple of your cheek. “you’re the best ren,” you smiled leaning up to give him three kisses.

‘in this darkness’ by clara la san began to play on the speaker and surprisingly enough eren began to hum along to it. “you know this?” you asked making eren smile. “yeah…i remember you played it one time in the car and i kept listening to it after that. kinda reminds me of you,” he said the last part so quietly you almost couldn’t hear but luckily you did. “it reminds you of me? how so?” eren was quiet for a moment before speaking, “just the lyrics and shit, i mean i do get lonely when you aren’t here and before we met my world actually almost did shut down i hated it n’ i was miserable. then you came around and just lit everything up, i was finally happy to get out of bed in the morning all because i knew i’d see or hear from you. not to be corny or whatever but i guess you could say you’re the—i don’t know light of my life or whatever.”

eren glanced at you and immediately regretted everything he said when he saw tears in your eyes, “no no no y/n please don’t start crying i’m just saying shit—” you cut eren off with a long kiss quite literally taking his breath away. “that was so sweet eren you really have a way with words you know? that sounded like it really came from the heart,” your smile was as wide as could be as you gave him another kiss. eren was never the type to put all his emotions out in the open and you could never blame him after hearing what he’d been through, so to hear him express that you were the ‘light of his life’ it meant more than anything.

after about fifteen minutes eren peeked down at your now sleeping figure, little snores coming from your parted lips. he ever so gently set you next to him—not bc he didn’t want you on him he just wanted to admire your face and body one last time for the day before he went to bed. he traced his finger from your eyebrow to your nose that you recently had double pierced, down to your lips that he was itching to kiss. if eren had to pick any part of you he loved the most it would be your lips hands down. he loved the way they looked so pretty all glossed up and shiny, and he loved it even more when you left lipstick prints on him—hence why he’s got a tattoo of a (your) lipstick print on the side of his neck. he could still remember the look of terror on your face as you inspected it but you had grown to love it just like all his other tattoos.

he looked at your naked chest as it rose and fell ever so gently as you slept. he could never quite pinpoint why you had not been happy with how your body looked in the past but he never pried afraid he’d upset you with the question. so instead throughout the expanse of your relationship he made sure to kiss every scar, every stretch mark, every imperfect perfection you had to let you know he thought you were a walking goddess and quite literally everyone including him should be kneeling at your feet.

eren pulled you closer to him and gave you one last kiss on the crown of your head before dozing off, hoping that he would see you in his dreams.

#sorry if this is bad btw i wrote it in like 20 mins heh #but man oh man do i love me a good tooth rotting fluff #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren fluff #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger fluff #aot smut #aot fluff #attack on titan smut

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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headcannons where quackity's s/o has tattoos? could also be nsfw, if you're comfortable with it :))

I don't write NSFW but I can definitely do the tattoo part! thanks for requesting!! I don't think I've actually posted a quackity focused thing yet which is surprising to me bc I have like 3 drafts for him LMAO

QUACKITY ; tattooed lover

summary ; you have tattoos and your boyfriend is head over heels

warnings ; language; talk of needles / pain of tattoos, use of quackitys real name (lmk if I should change it!)

word count ; 670

genre ; fluff

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In general, he'll act normal about all your tattoos and whatnot, but inside every time he sees your arms (especially if you have sleeves or some sick ones around your wrists that trail up your arm even a bit) he'll just get a little red in the cheeks. He absolutely loves all your ink. He thinks it's so sick, but he's not committed enough to get any, and he doesn't think he has the pain tolerance.

he went with you to get a new tattoo on your shoulder/upper arm area

he learned you'd be there for like 5 hours and he groaned like a shitty iPad kid and took his phone out while he threatened to call Philza

once he saw the tattoo gun... oh lord it was over

literally whisper shouted at you while the artist got up to get gloves

"that's what you're getting jabbed with??? why are we here again???"

genuinely can't look

once he hears the buzzing he turns his music on and he's staring down while he sits on the couch across from you

"Alex, look!" you smile, "I'm fine"

"how do I know you're not a clone?"

"Holy shit. dude it's the quackityhq duck, that's why I brought you along"

"WAIT WHAT?"

it's not a big tattoo whatsoever, but it's a reminder that he's always with you, how you've grown together and how that's always going to be an era of your content you'd never forget about

literally gets emotional about it

"You didn't have-"

"I wanted to, for the millionth time"

he genuinely didn't know tattoos were so expensive, once you leave he questions why it was 450 dollars and you explain to him how tattoo artist income works

He's not the one to want to peel off the second skin or pop the ink bubbles or even touch the tattoo until the skin goes back to normal. He's just kinda freaked out for some reason, it's just one of those things and it honestly makes sense.

He takes some dedicated time to sniff all the lotions and numbing creams and comment on each and every one, though. All while you're trying to do some aftercare on it and shit, and you just watch.

"this one smells like buttercream icing"

"yeah?"

"ew, this one smells like badboyhalo's ass!"

"why would you even know that? 😁"

If you have any tats without color, Alex will gladly color them in with washable markers like you're a walking coloring book. He'll literally call for you and ask you if he can color on you again, it's cute, really.

"y/n/n, can I color your tattoos again?"

"aren't you streaming?"

"so?"

"yeah, fine"

he has a whole gallon sized ziploc bag filled with Crayola washable markers

like he goes from playing on the qsmp and hanging out with some people to coloring all over you while said people watch 😭

you wave to his friends like "Hello, I am his walking therapy coloring book"

he's like a little kid. You just look over at him like, "Holy shit I could love you forever wtf"

Sometimes, he'll just draw you new tattoos (with washable markers dw) cause he gets bored and wants to doodle on you. Most of the time it ends up being stick figures and dicks but it's okay, it's his way of showing affection.

He'll genuinely think of song that remind him of each of your tattoos. Somehow, some way, he does. He has a whole playlist titled 'Y/n's tattoos', and he rarely listens to it, but he thinks it's fun to think of a new song when you get another tattoo.

Although he is a little concerned because what's gonna happen when you're old and wrinkly? How do the tattoos last? Do they become old and wrinkly like the tattooed grandmas meme? Because if so, he'll rip on you til the end of time.

"well I have a long time before I look like a tattooed elderly person, but okay"

"So you will? Oh my fucking God! BAHAHAHA"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #qsmp x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #quackityhq x reader #quackity headcannons #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader

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dr4kenlvr · 1 year

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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝'𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠?

chifuyu matsuno, baji keisuke, mikey sano, mitsuya takashi x gn!reader - fluff (0.9k+)

request: hey nana!! may i request how chifuyu, baji, mikey, and mitsuya would react to you getting a nose piercing? a ring or stud, doesn't matter :) thank u sm!!

warnings: mild descriptions of needles, pain (??) and poorly researched piercing healing processes (don’t listen to me guys i googled it all)

CHIFUYU; nostril stud

“how d’ya like my piercing baby?” you chime out, grinning happily at your phone where chifuyu’s face is absolutely BAFFLED at the stud in your skin

you face timed him out of the blue, but of course he picked up (chifuyu would pick up a call from you even if he was in the middle of getting his ass kicked LMAO)

“BABY—! STOP, IT LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD.”

chifuyu bites down on his knuckles to stop the grin from exploding on his face — he can’t help it, you look too good !!!

he’s totally enamoured by the jewel, and by how something so small and simple could enhance your looks tenfold

“you think? it’s still a bit swollen—”

“—nuh uh, couldn’t even tell.”

is scared to touch it when you two meet in person; “is it still swollen?”

“no.”

“but what if i hurt you?”

“you won’t, it’s completely healed.”

his finger hovers over the stud, before booping it slightly—“GAH, oh. it’s healed.”

it’s his new way of greeting you now; wave, kiss, boop on the stud

flaunts you to his friends because he thinks you’re fucking cool for withstanding the pain of the procedure and recovery process

“my baby is stronger than all of you, combined.”

“chifuyu, please. that’s a stretch.”

lowkey thinks he’ll cry if he ever got a piercing LMAOOOO

BAJI; bridge

eyes wide, jaw dropped, palms sweaty, his long ass hair ALL FELL OUT

“BABE WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK SO HOT???!!!!”

pounces on you when he sees the unfamiliar pieces of metal on the bridge of your nose

“OH MY GOD LET ME TAKE PICTURES, WAIT.”

god he is so excited, you’re just sitting there grinning your ass off as he scurries to find his phone and literally crawls back onto his bed to snap photos of you from all angles possible

it’s quite endearing really, he’s just acting extremely ballistic but whatever it’s keisuke LMAO

“i’m never gonna get over this, my baby has a fucking nose piercing before me.”

he definitely has a pinterest folder named “tats and piercings 4 me” and it’s filled with photos of possible tattoos and piercing placements he wants

(his mom won’t let him)

when he calms down though, baji feels like he’s falling in love all over again with you

places a gentle kiss on each bead, and smiles oh so widely when he remembers you’re really his

he totally wants to accompany you on when you get your next piercing

is so fascinated with the whole process but when it comes to the needle going through your skin he actually looks away

“god, you’d think i’d be better at that.” LMAOOO oh baji <3

MIKEY; septum

despite being the leader of one of tokyo’s most strongest gangs—our mikey over here came not fathom the pain of a piercing

tears up at the thought of it actually

“YOUR NOSE!!!! OH MY GOD, Y/N.”

don’t get him wrong, he is so in love with you for this

he thinks the ring completely elevates your natural looks

the sparkle in his eyes was so cute—he looked at you like you were the brightest star in the universe

immediately took a photo of you and him and set it as his lock screen too

takes it in his liberty to tell the others before you do, or before they get to notice it themselves

“KEN-CHINNNNNNNNNN!!!! Y/N GOT A SEPTUM!!!!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MIKEY. hey y/n—oh shit, you look fucking badass!”

LMAOOO u and draken can’t stand mikey

mikey does this thing where he likes to flick the septum back and forth

it’s goddamn annoying but he’s so cute all

“heheh look it’s like a swing!” he says, as he plays around with the ring between your nostrils

“MIKEY THAT TICKLES PLEASE.”

i don’t think he’d be the person to want a piercing, maybe something really small like on his ears but other than that, piercings are a bit out of his league

doesn’t stop him from following you like a puppy on your next piercing appointment

he wipes your tear ducts for you <3

MITSUYA; side ring

AHHHHH mitsuya thinks you look SOOOO good

is quite obsessed with your side ring, and is instantly struck with the idea to get a matching one with you

eh? eh? he’s got matching tats with draken, so the prospect of matching piercings with the love of his life?

YES PLEASE

you head over to the studio with him, and he so giddy it’s so cute seeing mitsuya like this

goes through the process like a fucking CHAMP - barely even noticed the needle going in and out of his nose until the piercer said he’s good to go

(i love writing mitsuya as a goat HAHAHAHA)

“takashi! it’s all done!” you cheer, “we have matching piercings now!”

he grins that cute ass grin of his, happy that he went through with the idea (not that it took a lot of convincing himself)

you guys make sure that you both watch over the healing processes of your rings

he texts to remind you to clean it with saline solution, and you make sure that he doesn’t fiddle around with the ring as to not irritate the skin

y'all just looking out for one another it’s really cute

his sisters are so curious on how there’s a piece of metal stuck in your guys’ nose LMAO so so cute

“mana! brother taka has a ring in his nose!”

“what?! ah! y/n has one, too!”

they’re also really careful to not touch it as it continues to heal—too scared to hurt you and their big brother <3

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essenceofelegance · 1 month

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City of Stars (part three of Poseidon’s)

Luke Castellan x poseidon!reader, Percy Jackson x halfsister! reader

pt. 1, pt. 2

warnings: ANGST

disclaimer‼️‼️‼️: this is sort of a part three to a fic I did called Poseidon’s, but this can also be s standalone

You and Luke cuddled up under the stars with 'City Of Stars' playing on your CD player, at an ungodly hour, somewhere far enough away from camp so nobody would hear you, a routine the both of you had already gotten used to.

City of stars, Are you shining just for me?

"You know, we could move out of camp right now, we could get a house in the middle of nowhere, somewhere close to a lake. We could live with Percy and Annie. Doesn't that sound good?" you whispered as you sat up.

City of stars, There's so much that i can't see.

Who knows, I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you...

"We could be our own little family in a way," you whispered with a smile, voice filled with hope, playing with Luke's hand.

"And listen you and Percy to fight over everything everyday? Yeah, sounds good." Luke whispered with a smile as he sat up too.

That now Our dreams, They've finally come true.

City of stars, Just one thing everybody wants.

"We actually could do it, you know." you closed your eyes, savouring the moment.

"To a bright future," Luke said, pretending to make a toast.

"To a bright future," you smiled, also pretending to toast.

(Luke said the same thing to you found out about his betrayal, right as he was about to jump into the portal.)

"To love," you said with a giggle as Luke pulled you into his arms.

"To love," Luke said, as you both stared at each other adoringly.

Though there was something unusual in his eyes, but you couldn't really decipher it yet.

(It was guilt, you realised, too late.)

There in the bars, and through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants,

It's love,

Yes, all we're looking for is love From someone else...

(A rush, A glance, A touch, A dance,)

Luke stared down at you, trying to take in and remember every detail of your face, looking at you as if it was his last time.

(He wasn’t that far off.)

To look in somebody's eyes,

To light up the skies,

"You're everything to me," you whispered, "I can't afford to loose you."

To open the world and send it reeling

"And you won't. Never. I promise." Luke whispered back.

A lie.

A voice that says, "I'll be here" And "you'll be alright".

You really love this boy, you thought.

(I don't care if I know Just where I will go,

'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling

A rat-tat-tat on my heart.)

You leaned into him for a soft kiss, one not of pleasure, but of feeling, of love. A different kind of intimacy.

Ironic, isn't it?

I think I want it to stay.

"Luke.?" you croaked. You couldn't believe what you'd heard.

You voice was one of pure heartbreak.

"Y/n- it's not what it looks like-" Luke panicked.

Seeing your eyes filled with blind rage and agony, instead of just pure love and adoration directly at him like you once did-

City of stars, Are you shining just for me?

“But isn’t it?-” your voice breaks. “I knew something was going on with you- I could see it-“

“Come with me. Please. You know the Gods never cared. You hate them too-” Luke said in a rush,

“And betray my brother? Camp? My family?-” you were cut off by Percy’s pained grunt.

Luke swung his sword at him, Percy dodged and swung back, accidentally wounding him.

“I’m sorry-” Percy said.

Luke swung his sword one more time, but you jumped in front of Percy and held up your own sword at your lover.

You looked into the eyes you once loved. The ones that once brought you comfort.

Luke gulped,

“I’m not going with you. I-” you were cut off once again,

Luke ran towards the portal.

“I rea-” you were cut off for the nth time, which was probably a good thing because you felt like you were about to fall apart.

"To a bright future," Luke turned back and whispered.

Then jumped into the portal.

He really thought you would join him, he really did. He really believed you would help him accomplish his goal, help him create the future and world of his desires, one without the Gods.

He never wanted to do this- anything without you. He really thought you’d be on his side.

He loved you.

City of stars,

And you did too.

That was the last time you saw the love of your life.

You never shined so brightly.

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thrawns-babygirl · 11 months

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Hello there lovely, is there any chance that you could write something - anything really idc if it's a drabble, hc or oneshot- involving tatted Crosshair and his send nudes tattoo?

No pressure of course. love your stuff and keep it up^^

have a nice day <3

This was only meant to be a drabble but I got carried away.

And yes I know this fic starts off almost identically to one of my other fics (I think it was one of the follower celebration ones) but for this specific fic I needed to reuse an old trope dont @ me please I've had writers block （；¬＿¬)

This is also another one of my classic medic!reader fics because I wanted it to be gender neutral and doc is the easiest gender neutral nickname I can come up with.

I am not a creative person lmao.

anywho, this is based off of @cloned-eyes absolutely sinful art, which is honestly some of my favorite Crosshair art of all time.

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Sexting (I think that's it lmao) Words: 2200+

Been a while since ive written anything this long so i hope my writing is still up to snuff

Masterlist

Where could he be? Where on this maker forsaken facility could he possibly be? You storm through the halls of Kamino looking for Wrecker, the errant clone needing to come and see you for updates to his immunisations before he or the rest of clone force 99 are allowed back out into the field.

It’s not surprising that he’s avoiding you, out of all of them, Wrecker is by far the worst with needles. The man can’t stand them, avoids you like the plague when he knows that it’s time to keep his vaccinations up to date and for what its worth you can’t really blame him. No one enjoys needles.

You huff and place your hands on your hips as you think about where the lovable giant could possibly be. You’ve already checked the mess, the armoury, the Marauder and the training centres with zero sign of him. When you got to the marauder Tech just gave you that look that says, “I understand you need to find him but I’m not going to rat him out” and while you often applaud clones for their loyalty to one another, when it stops you from doing your job it makes you want to rip your own hair out in frustration.

You make your way over towards their barracks, hoping and praying to whatever deities that will listen that you’ll find him and be able to get on with the rest of your job. You take a deep breath, standing out the front of their doors, before keying in your medical override and stepping inside.

You don’t find wrecker, and you wish you had knocked.

Standing in front of you is Crosshair, in just a towel, dark lines of ink on full display over his tanned body. You’ve never actually seen him without his shirt on before, never needed to. The sniper usually manages to stay out of trouble and doesn’t need any assistance when the boys return to Kamino so you had no idea he was covered in tattoos.

You run your eyes over his chest, taking in all the impressive art that litters his toned form. The silhouette of his beloved 773 Firepuncher that stretches along his chest, the artfully done letters of aurebesh that stretch above his stomach, the other smaller words and phrases that extend down his hips, tantalizingly low, slightly obscured by the fabric of the towel that’s gripped in his left hand.

You run your eyes up his arm towards his face, knowing that he’s going to be wearing that sickeningly infuriating smirk of his and wanting to avoid the cliché “Like what you see?” you know he’s going to drawl at you like you’re in some terrible holodrama.

As you brace yourself to face him, your eyes catch on a single phrase tattooed on his left arm, slightly more patchy and faded than his other ink as if it were the result of a drunken night out in some shady tattoo parlour in the Uscru District of Coruscant. Two simple words that have a profound effect on your physiology causing even more heat to rush to your face, deepening the blush that you know is already far too pronounced on your cheeks and ears.

“Send Nudes”

You finally have the courage to snap your eyes up to his and just as you expected you’re greeted by his frustratingly handsome smirk, his eyes boring into yours, as if he’s waiting for you to say something, as if this is going to be the final nail in the coffin for your poorly hidden mutual attraction to one another that’s been simmering the last few cycles that’s threatening to reach boiling point as you maintain eye contact.

You lamely open and close your mouth trying to find something to say to the barely covered man in front of you before he decides to end your suffering, breaking the silence with the just as cliché “See something you like doc?” he raises an eyebrow at you before walking over towards his bunk, reaching into a pouch on his discarded armour and producing a toothpick, slipping it between his lips as he looks you up and down.

“I um-” you finally look away from him, suddenly finding the old training posters above his bed intensely interesting trying to figure out what to say to him as if you weren’t just ogling his naked chest and arms for an unprofessionally long amount of time.

You clear your throat “I was just looking for Wrecker… he needs his shots” your eyes dart around the room, avoiding his smug, self-satisfied face for as long as humanly possible.

You cringe at how your voice falters, yours and Crosshair’s interactions are always a battle of wits and snark, constantly trying to one up each other as the rest of the batch endeavour to ignore your vague attempts at flirting with one another. Both of you trying your best to goad the other into making the first move, dancing around the invisible line you’ve both drawn in the sand but never crossed.

From the corner of your eye, you see him walk towards you, you see his arm adjusting the towel around his hips and your eyes are drawn to that stupid tattoo on his arm again, the one that makes you want to throw professionalism out the window and jump his bones regardless of any regulations or rules that would get in the way and muddy the waters.

“Wrecker’s not here” his voice has dropped an octave, as if getting you alone in his room has made him realise that there is nothing physical stopping the two of you from muddying the waters of your relationship and taking that final step. You swallow the saliva that’s started pooling in your mouth, attempting to remind yourself that you’re on duty, you’re in the barracks, any one of the rest of his squad could walk through those doors at any moment an interrupt whatever lewd and improper things you both want to do to one another.

While you were wrestling with your own thoughts and feelings you miss how close he’s managed to get to you, his silent footsteps bringing him directly in front of you and you stare up at him. Has he always been this tall? You lock eyes with him, neither of you saying anything as you just stare at one another, each of you silently willing the other to close the distance between the two of you and take the leap.

He begins moving his face closer to yours, his warm breath brushing over your face, it smells minty you vaguely register as you move your face closer to his, closing your eyes and the distance between the two of you when suddenly you hear loud, boisterous laughter approaching from the other side of the door.

You curse under your breath. Despite this being the whole reason you’re in the barracks to begin with, you would give anything for a few more moments alone with Crosshair. Both of you pull away from one another, Crosshair grabbing a spare change of blacks and walking back into the refresher before the door to the barracks opens and you see the wayward clone himself stare at you with wide eyes. He knows he’s got nowhere to run now as you fix him with a glare that one would assume is because of the amount of time and effort you put into finding him and not because of the fact he just interrupted… whatever was about to happen between you and Crosshair.

You walk out of the barracks with Wrecker in tow, attempting to push whatever it was that was happening with Crosshair to the back of your mind, at least for now.

After another few hours on duty, you finally return to your quarters, sore exhausted and replaying the interaction you had with Crosshair over and over again in your mind. No matter how you try to distract yourself, whenever you close your eyes, you see the dark lines of ink that cover his sculpted body. Does he have more tattoos? Do the go lower? You mind is reeling, and you can’t focus on anything else, you can’t even sleep all you can think about is stupid Crosshair with his stupid tattoos and that stupid send nudes tattoo he has on his stupid arm.

You sigh, picking up your datapad in a vague attempt at tricking your brain into doing something productive when you get an idea. Arguably a terrible and stupid idea that could have a negative affect on your career but… an idea, nonetheless. Sighing and shaking your head you throw your datapad down onto your bed as you stand up to take a shower.

No… this is a terrible idea.

You undress and stare at yourself in the mirror. Maybe… its not a terrible idea? Your mind keeps going back to his tattoos and you decide to throw caution to the wind. Walking back into your bedroom you snatch up your datapad and open an encoded chat with Crosshair’s personal frequency double and triple checking the recipient to make sure what you’re about to do doesn’t end up in the wrong hands before steeling your nerves and standing in front of the mirror. The lighting isn’t the most flattering but you don’t let yourself dwell on that for too long before you strike what you hope is an appealing pose and taking a series of pictures, attempting to highlight your assets.

You flick through the pictures selecting the ones you think are the most flattering and before you have a chance to second guess yourself you send them through to Crosshair with the caption “As instructed”.

You wait for a moment, encrypted chats don’t have notifications for when the recipient has seen the messages so you wait with baited breath for a response. When one doesn’t come immediately you throw your datapad down onto your bed and run your hand through your hair, deciding that maybe he’s just not looking at his datapad right now you finally take your shower, attempting to wash away your nerves and embarrassment, pushing your fear of rejection out of your head as you let the warm spray wash over you.

When you exit the shower and towel yourself off you look at your datapad and see a reply from Crosshair. Your breath catches in your throat as you move to open the message and see that it comes with an attachment.

Holding your breath, you open the attachment only to be greeted by a picture of Crosshair, standing in the refresher in his barracks, wearing only a pair of loose fitting black pants that are pulled down to his thighs revealing what can only be described as the nicest cock you have ever seen. You’ve never thought that cocks were attractive before, but somehow he’s managed to change your mind. It’s long and thick and the way his slender fingers wrap around his girth makes your mouth water.

After spending far too much time searing the sight of it into your memory you read the text that he sent along with the photo just one simple word; “More”.

You dive into bed, datapad in one hand, legs spread however before you get a chance to take and pictures you receive another message from Crosshair, this time there is no text, only a video. You open it and press play.

You watch in pure delight as the recording of Crosshair’s hand moves over his hard, weeping length, his fingers tightening as he gets to the tip creating more pressure around the head. Small sighs and choked breaths can be heard from the audio as his hand works his cock and just as the video ends you swear you hear a whisper of your name.

You scramble to return the favour, attempting to capture the best possible angle as you manoeuvre one hand down between your legs to begin working yourself over. You have the luxury of not needing to share your living space with anyone, so you put on a bit of a show, moaning and whimpering and gasping his name as you touch yourself and push yourself over the edge with a final long moan of his name. Your chest rising and falling as you hit send before you can change your mind or second guess yourself.

Not long after that you receive the final video of the night, your mouth waters and you can feel heat rushing down south again as you watch Crosshair vigorously stroking his cock, muffled gasps and groans coming from his end as he works himself, the head of his cock is so red it’s almost purple and you can see beads of precum leaking out of the tip and running onto his hands as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. You watch as he bites his lip, face contorting in pleasure as the lines of ink on his skin move with the rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to stay quiet.

He screws his eyes shut and bites his lip so hard you think you see him break the skin, as he stifles a moan of your name, spilling ropes of cum over himself, his hand and his chest, panting before the video ends.

You get one other message from him on the encrypted channel.

>Might need to see you in medbay tomorrow for a busted lip

@where-is-my-mind-tho@antishadow2021 @healingskywalker @crosshairlovebot@ilovestarwarsmen725@vincentferard

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good4olivia · 1 year

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modern!aegon in love with aemond's girl

warnings: voyriuism ( i cant spell), creepy aegon? not rlly a warning but reader is described as curvy

At first when he heard Aemond had a steady girlfriend, he thought either this girl was ugly or stupid for being with his brother.

Much to his surprise, you were beautiful and smart. And kind. And warm. And Soft. And you made Aegon feel something he had never felt before; seen.

You didn’t encourage Aemond’s slander of Aemond, you validated Aegon’s feeling when he would trauma dump on you. You listened to him.

What started out as late night kitchen talks turned into movie nights and hanging out. Aemond wasn’t happy about it but didn’t stop it - he was too paranoid about becoming the insecure clingy boyfriend, even though thats totally how he felt.

You of course were respectable to Aemond, you liked hanging out with Aegon, he made you laugh but Aemond was your boyfriend and you loved him.

Aegon rolled his eyes anytime Aemond texted you during your hangs out with him, or decided to show up for them. He got your attention all the time, could Aegon not have a little bit?

Aegon knew you were sleeping upstairs in Aemonds room, he couldn’t sleep knowing you were in his house, probably close to naked. He tiptoed up the stairs, not really knowing what he was really going to do. He heard you first, your soft moans.

Aegon bit back a groan at the sound of your whimpers, he could only imagine the view his younger brother got right now. His need for you was overclouded with his hatred and jealousy of Aemond. He couldn’t help himself, he opened the door ajar. Aemond and you didn’t notice him, and Aegon got a full view of your face and tits as Aemond thrusted in you.

Aegon was hard within seconds, his eyes glued to your chest. “Aemond, oh god. Fuck, you feel so amazing.” You moaned, “Shit, you’re so tight. I’m not gonna last.”

Instantly turned off at hearing his brothers name flying from your mouth. He would do anything to hear you say his name. He closed the door and ran downstairs to his room. Aegon tried to forget about you with Aemond and focus on the new image of your bare chest he would never forget. He fisted his cock, panting your name. Imaging your lips around him, you would look up with his doe eyes, wanting to please him, making sure you’re doing a good job for him. Fuck, it would never be enough until he had you for himself.

It wasn’t fair. Aegon had dated serval girls, most of them interested in his money or the Targaryen name but the one girl he finds that is, sure not supermodel instagram gorgeous but was a different, wholesome beautiful is with his younger twat brother.

You were taking up his thoughts, night and day. He found himself actually waking up at a reasonable time so he could see you make your morning coffee. You looked so ethereal in the mornings, he thought. You were in one of Aemond’s tatted up Star Wars tee’s and he could almost make out the curve of your ass in your little sleep shorts. “Would you like one, Aegon?” You would ask him so gently, stirring your ice coffee. He would say “Of course”, the ‘love’, ‘baby’ ‘beautiful’ almost making it past his lips.

Aemond wasn’t an idiot. He eventually figured out his brother had feelings for you. He wasn’t even mad, it was hilarious to him at first. Aegon, who got everything he wanted, Aegon who Alicent would always bail out, Aegon who only fucked girls with a 0 waistline was borderline obsessed with his beautiful curvy girl. Aemond couldn’t blame Aegon, he was borderline obsessed with you too.

He also knew he didn’t have to worry about you leaving him, not the way you would look at him when you told him you loved him, eyepatch off and all.

You on the other hand, were oblivious to Aegon’s feelings. It was weird enough how devoted Aemond was to you, not being used to the attention you just assumed Aegon’s antics for being friendly.

When he was all too eager to drive you anywhere you needed to go, using his one advantage over Aemond (who obviously didn’t drive). He loved it especially when Aemond wasn’t there. You sat in the passenger seat, Aegon was all too focused on your thighs. Wondering what it would be like if you were his girl, he could put his hand your thigh, you would put your hand on his.

One day he spotted you in line at your favourite cafe, he instantly came behind you, added his order to yours and paid for it. Waved you off when you insisted. When you two sat down he loved how much of a couple you guys looked like, these strangers probably assumed you were his girlfriend.

“So how are things with Aemond?” He asked, only hoping to hear that things were bad between you too.

“It’s going good.”

“Good?”

You sighed, “I just feel like.. Nevermind, I shouldn’t talk to you about this. Aemond’s your brother.”

“I won’t tell him anything you tell me, we’re friends right?”

“It’s just sometimes I feel like I’m not good enough for him, you know? He’s so handsome and smart, and he has all these girls at school fawning over him. I don’t, I’m not good at the girlfriend stuff either, I don’t have much experience. I just feel like he’s gonna realise how much of a loser I am.”

Aegon couldn’t believe his ears, in his eyes, Aemond was the one out of your league, “If Aemond doesn’t see how amazing you are, how lucky he is that you’re even into him?”

“You really believe that?”

“Of course. If he doesn’t see that, there are plenty of guys that will.” Not that if the situation occurred that you were ever single, Aegon would let any other guy in your direction.

“It’s sweet you think that, Aegon. But before Aemond, I didn’t really have anything romantic in my life.”

Does this mean you were a virgin before Aemond? Aegon clenched his jaw at the thought, fuck if his brother wasn’t lucky enough already he got to be the first man to ever see you, touch you?

Aegon was done playing around, he knew you were going to be his. You had to be. Sure, Aemond might be your first but he was going to be your last.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader

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icarus-does-fall · 11 days

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Alr alr

Simon x piercer/tattooer reader

I did my best to make my idea a thing 🤷‍♂️

Dub-con!! Trans Simon but it's not a major plot point, might make another one where it is

I just have brainrot and productive energy

.𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤. .𝆤࿙࿙࿚๋࿙࿚ ⊱♡⊰ ࿙࿚๋࿙࿚࿚𝆤.

Simon “Ghost” Riley, a simple man. A stoic and dealy man. A man who was claimed to have no emotions, no connections. To be a ghost. Yet whenever you were around, he seemed to be less of a ghost, he seemed to be human.

Then there was you. You were bright and filled with life, colourful to say the least as you were covered in tattoos and piercing, after all that was your job. The cherry on top, you loved- sometimes you loved too much and got yourself hurt.

He was spending almost all his money on booking appointments at your shop, he never had valid reasons to see you outside your parlour just to see you, feel you. Yet you never minded, Simon was polite, while he didn't always hold the best conversations he never made you feel uncomfortable like some of your other clients did.

Plus maybe you had started to develop a slight crush on the rugged soldier that was constantly spending his free time with you instead of going out with his mates. He made you laugh, smile, and he had an oddly safe feeling about him.

Simon had been away on deployment for nearly a year and the first thing he did when he got back was book something with you. It was a piercing, and one of a particularly sensitive nature- He was asking to get a jacob's ladder done.

You almost didn't agree. You liked the guy and piercing his dick? That seemed to cross a few too many lines, yes it was your job but you were still human and sometimes it is difficult to separate work from life. Simon instead though, he trusted you, you had the experience with it, and he wanted that specific piercing done.

So stealing your emotions and doing your best to lock them all away in a cage so deep within you it wouldn’t be easily found you waited for Simon's appointment time, getting everything ready in the back room- You doubted the man wanted to expose himself to everyone else in the shop… A low blush rose to your cheeks as your thoughts tried to wander about.

What if he liked the public scene?

After all, you didn't know much about Simon other than what simple conversation would allow. He had a dog- A german shepherd. He smoked, sometimes you’d smoke with him. His best mate was named Soap and he drank whiskey. And he was possibly trans? One of the first tattoos you did for him was scar coverups on his chest, but you weren't going to ask any questions. Scar cover ups were one of your specialties. Most people came to you for those types of tattoos specifically.

But his more personal details? Those you weren’t sure about.

Quicker than you thought the time for Simon's appointment showed up. He walked into the shop, looming like a shadow, before seeing you at the counter and his entire mood lightened up.

“Hey lovie.”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh. “Hey again Si, fill out your paperwork, I’ll get everything set up in the back for you. And how's that last tat treating you? It heal okay?”

Simon shrugged and then rolled up his sleeve, the newest addition was still slightly red but the tattoo seemed to have healed without issue. It was a bundle of wisteria flowers, one of the few tattoos that you were given full control over. It was just a space filler.

“It’s fine, the lads thought it was too… girly ‘suppose but I like it just fine.”

You pouted playfully while heading to the back room. “Aw ‘just fine’? Thought we’ve moved into actual compliments before you left, you get tired of talking all that much on deployment or somethin?”

Simon merely huffed as he filled out his paperwork and then placed it on the counter. He liked talking to you, he did. Just sometimes his words failed him.

After a few minutes you were ready and called him back. He listened like a well trained dog, raising from where he was sitting without a work and went to where you were. If he had a tail it would be wagging.

Simon closed the door behind him and simply stood there a bit awkwardly as you had just finished wrapping the chair for him to sit on. Your face flushed slightly, it wouldn’t have been noticeable if Simon was as trained as he was to notice the small details.

“You gotta strip Si-” Now your blush was noticeable, it flared brightly. “Not! Not completely! But you gotta lose the trousers before you sit down-”

Simon chuckled slightly at your flustered state. And whether he meant to or if it was all subconsciously done, he slowly undid his belt and took off his pants. You had to force yourself not to stare at him. He took his spot on the chair and got comfortable to the point it’d be easier for you to pierce him.

You rolled your chair in between his legs, your tray of tools right next to you. You looked up at him, doing your damnedest to stay professional. “This will hurt, like… a lot Simon.”

He nodded and sighed out softly, he was thanking every god possible right now that he had his mask on to hide his own flushed face. “I know, go ahead.”

Now Simon wasn’t huge by any means, but he wasn’t small either, but he was girthy. Something that sparked your interest though was the scar lines down there. He unknowingly sent butterflies straight to your stomach as you tried not to blatantly stare at his half exposed body.

With a steady hand but a shaky resolve you took his dick into your hand, tentatively wiping it down with a alcohol wipe and then marking where the piercings needed to go. You were doing three this session. Simon tensed up under your touch and a soft groan slipped past his lips as you began. You froze, mistaking that groan for discomfort and not something else.

“You alright Si, something feel wrong?”

He merely shook his head and then nodded, gesturing for you to continue. You did.

So you lined up the needle with the first mark and went through the skin.

“Fuck! Jesus lovie! Can't give a guy some warning before you stab ‘em?”

You chuckled sheepishly. “Sorry about that Si… First one alway hurts more than the rest, and we still gotta put the barbell in too.”

“Christ-” Simon sighed and laid his head back against the hair, he was trying not to pant or focus on how your hand felt wrapped around his dick- Or the thoughts that followed. He doubted you even liked him, plus it was damn near unprofessional to think like that while you were working.

You apologised once more before putting the barbell into the first piercing, Simon let out another groan as you did that, and then you wiped down the piercing, cleaning it of the small bits of blood that’d showed up. Then you moved onto the second one. Simon's groans got a bit louder and he was biting his lip to hold back the moans that threatened to slip out. The third one went in without issue as well, but by now Simons dick was aching- From both the piercings and how you had been handling him.

He was all but dripping precum with each new piercing and touch of your hand, which you both were trying to ignore. Your heart was racing and your face flushed, Simon was refusing to look in your direction as you worked.

As you pulled away after finishing cleaning him and then took your gloves off you casted a glance over towards Simon. “How's it look? Everything feel okay?”

Simon laid still for a few moments after you began your clean up before he sat up slightly and looked to see how the piercings were done, forgetting just for a moment that you were in the room and ran a hand across the piercings.

He unintentionally came with that action of his. All over the chair and his thighs. He groaned out quietly and moaned and then he blushed hard, becoming nothing but a flustered and stuttering mess.

“Fuck lovie- That wasnt supposed to, ain’t mean to… ‘M not that used to having it yet… I'm sorry, fuck im sorry lovie, makin a mess all over your work stuff not professional at all.”

Your face had gotten bright red and you’d froze in your spot, your eyes couldn’t help but to be drawn towards Simon's leaking dick which was now covered in cum. His words pulled out of your mini trance and hurriedly gave him a few paper towels to clean up with, but he was too focused on apologising to realise you were trying to help.

Taking a breath you tried to steel your nerves and then placed your hand on Simon's calf. It's what was closest to you and you didn’t want to make him- or you comfortable. “Si, calm down- it’s okay honestly… You think you're the first guy who's been a little sensitive after this type of piercing?”

Simon's blush was now visible, even underneath his mask, and he was still avoiding looking at you as he cleaned himself up. His words were mumbled and hard to hear and he was still slightly hard making things worse. “Well… Probably the first to like you as ya do it… As it happens…”

You still heard him though, and you bit your lip while trying to find the words. What were you supposed to do? Admit your possible feelings while he was half naked and covered in cum? Well… you probably shouldn’t but you wanted it. He was a sight to see like that, hell he was whining and desperate for forgiveness. That sight, those feelings, it made your stomach coil.

So what did you do? Breaking all your rules, every boundary you’d been trying to set this entire session, you touched him without having a job to do. Your hands traced along his bottom surgery scars- Simons hands stilled and he looked up at you confused.

“Wha-”

Your hands trailed down to caress his dick and gently you milked out the rest of his come. Simon's eyes fluttered closed and he was reduced to a moaning mess. “L-lovie, what are you doing? Wh-why? What?”

You continued to stroke Simon's dick, careful to avoid the piercings you just placed, technically, for everything to heal correctly you shouldn't have been doing that but you were being careful. “Just wanna show you it's okay, nothing to be sorry for, yaknow?”

Another strangled moan fell past Simon's lips and his dick was twitching in your hands, you looked up at him through your lashes and then leaned forward, kitten licking his tip for a few moments before fully licking him clean. One of his hands ended up threaded through your hair, not wanting you to pull away just yet until there wasn't any cum left.

Finally when you pulled away after he’d been cleaned up, he was gripping onto the chairs armrests and panting softly, you on the other hand while blushing looked similar to how a cat looks after catching the canary.

“Well damn lovie… Fuckin hell… Wasn’t expecting that type of aftercare-”

“You taste pretty good Si…” You laughed softly and licked your lips, “Can I get another taste later?”

Simon groaned out softly and slouched back against the chair he was sitting in again as he caught his breath and once his head was clear he got dressed again and then bit his lip as he walked over towards where you were.

“You're a different type of crazy lovie, make things interesting… It’s why you're my favourite.” He sighed and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Coffee sometime then?- Or dinner?”

You laughed and kissed Simon's cheek through his mask. “I do what I can~ And I would love to, been wanting that for a while actually.”

#cod #simon riley #ghost x reader #trans ghost #simon riley x reader #smut #dubc0n #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #the brainrot is brainrotting

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theemporium · 2 years

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not sure if this is considered a wee concept idea or not but have this thought that won’t leave my brain: steve or eddie or steddie using anal as ‘punishment’ (as if 😜) if you’ve been bratty or misbehaving they’ll tease you mercilessly until your dripping wet and then only fuck you in the ass all while mocking you “aww that pretty pussy feeling empty sweetheart?” you love every second of it 🥵

listen i have never written anal and idek if this is good but its unedited and kinda messy so enjoy!🤡

“Look at her, Harrington, poor thing is shaking like a leaf.”

It wasn’t often that you liked to push them. You liked being their good girl, you liked the smiles they gave you and the whispered praises in between kisses. You liked it when they were proud of you.

So you weren’t actually sure why today of all days you test their limits.

You were snappier than usual, ready to pick an argument t any little, inconvenient matter. Your temper was shorter than normal, and truth be told, maybe you were just gouding for a fight.

The boys didn’t mind at first. They were used to your moods, they thought you were just tired and you’d pick up throughout the day.

But when your bratiness showed no signs of leaving, their patience was wearing thin and they knew only one way to shut you up.

“Aw, baby,” Steve’s mocking voice sounded from behind you, feathered kisses placed along your back. “This is what you wanted, no?”

“Please,” you gasped out, hands fisted into the sheets, your cheek pressed against the mattress.

“Now she has manners,” Eddie mused, tilting his head as he glanced down at you, fingers gently pushing some hair away from your face. “‘S cute, baby, thinking that’s gonna change anything.”

“Please,” you cried out, wet slick coating your inner thighs and running down your leg.

You were soaking. Downright fucking wet. And they weren’t done yet. You knew they weren’t done and maybe that should have terrified you, maybe that should have made you feel a little guilty, but truthfully, it just excited you.

“So fucking tight,” Steve groaned, his head thrown back and his hair pushed out of his face as he squeezed your hips. You were clenching around his cock, warm and tight and fuck, Steve didn’t think he would last much longer but this was your punishment, not his.

“Hear that, baby,” Eddie cooed as his fingers gripped your chin, lifting your head up enough so your gaze could find his. “Stevie likes that pretty little ass of yours.”

“I–” you gasped a little when Steve gave a short, hard thrust. The words dying on your tongue and a hazy look in your eyes as you stared up at Eddie. Your hands darted out, gripping onto his tatted thighs and he swore you never looked so pretty.

“Hm, want that mouth full too?” Eddie teased as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, sliding past your lips and pressing against your tongue. His lips twitched upwards when your mouth closed around his thumb, sucking obediently without him even having to say a word. “Our girl is a little whore, huh?”

You whined, the sound muffled by his thumb but Steve only chuckled behind you, his laugh a little breathless.

“Oh she likes that,” Steve’s voice was gruff and low, his tone just a little mean and it made your whole body shudder. “She likes that a lot, Eds.”

“Yeah?” Eddie lifted his head to look at Steve, the smirk on his lips was vindictive and it shouldn’t have been so attractive to you. “Needy thing just wants to be used, have all her holes filled.”

“Maybe not all,” Steve murmured, fingers ghosting along your slit and they both laughed at the way your body squirmed at the feather-touch.

“You’re ours tonight, doll,” Eddie’s eyes met your teary gaze, something mean and a little mischievous glimmering in those big brown eyes. “Our bratty little toy.”

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie x reader #steddie x you #steddie x y/n #steddie blurb #steddie smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things blurb #stranger things smut

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satansindexfinger · 2 years

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The older brothers with an s/o who has tattoos

Warnings: none

Note: My first ever imagine/scenario haha. I hope it doesn't disappoint;w;

Lucifer

If you didn't know any better, you'd think the Avatar of Pride hadn't noticed your ink at all. He never made any mention of it verbally or let his eyes longer on it too long.

But it didn't escape you how he would trace his fingers over the body art in your more intimate moments, eyes slightly slanted in appreciation. He almost looked like he wanted to comment on them but settled for quietly admiring them.

Eventually he would beg the question, in the middle of a snuggle session, "Say, what does this one represent? It must have some significance if you're willing to have it permanently etched in your skin."

Lucifer is adorning a soft smile as you give your thoughts behind that particular tattoo, proceeding to trace and ask about the others, listening just as attentively.

"I adore the way they decorate your body. I've heard the process is painful; even more reason to appreciate how far you've gone to preserve what's important to you."

If you're considering getting another tattoo, he would be researching the healing process and reminding you to put on your ointment every day.

If you really want to see him lose his composure, get one that symbolizes him or your relationship. You're guaranteed tender kisses on that area (by a red faced Lucifer) when you two are alone. He will make sure you wear clothing that shows it off, unless it's in a private area.

Mammon

He would find them badass as fuck. Doesn't matter what kind of tattoos they are - full sleeve, minimalist, basic designs, intricate art, a triangle on your finger - the great Mammon gives you plus ten badass points.

Would absolutely brag about you behind your back to his brothers and friends. "Ya think yer tough?! Well my S/O is tatted! Bet ya don't have the guts to do that!" It's honestly silly, but Mammon really does love them.

Would never admit it but has looked online for couple matching tattoo ideas. He finds the idea of you both having ink that proves your strong bond heart-stopping.

"So when are ya gonna get one in my honour? I was yer first so I think The Great Mammon deserves it!"

If you actually go with it get prepared for a very flustered and overexcited demon to deal with. He will insist on being with you at your next appointment and holding your hand through it. It's so you don't get scared, is what he says.

Only for him to be the one passing out in the middle of it, seeing the needle going through your skin. It's a bit too much for your boy to handle.

Somehow his hand is still gripping yours throughout it.

Leviathan

Levi found you intimidating to approach at first. He'd be lying if he said he still didn't to some degree even after getting to know you. Levi knows you're a kind soul when it comes to him, but any time he catches a glance at your ink always makes him think about how secretly tough you must be. It makes him go weak in the knees (in a good way).

Can you blame him? The only exposure this boy has had to tattoos has been through anime and other media; tough characters with a rough past are usually the ones with ink, aren't they?! ... Or ones in gangs! You don't have any involvement in those, right?!

Despite the initial worries, Levi actually finds your body art extremely attractive. So much so he stutters and gets red in the face when he tries to compliment you.

"Y-you know, that one is my favourite, uh.. it's r-really nice and pretty! Ugh, no wait, that's not it! I-I mean, it is pretty!! I just meant- Agh, nevermind! I'm sorry!"

Will compare you to fictional characters that also have tattoos and how you are similar in positive qualities. Bonus points if you have any tattoos related to a certain game or show - that will get him rambling for ages.

If you have or are considering getting a fish and/or snake tattoo, Levi would be over the moon.

Lord help him when you roll up your sleeves or otherwise make a tattoo visable by removing your clothes. He would not be able to handle it.

Satan

Satan has done his homework on (most) common tattoos and their meanings upon meeting you. He finds the symbolism and idea of body art in general to be very interesting. Call him sentimental but the avatar of wrath is suddenly very fond of the idea permanently decorating his skin to show off anything personal to him. (A cat. He wants a tattoo of a cat.)

"I've heard tattoos show what humans hold dear to them; or what they want to keep in their memory. Or something they strongly believe in. So, would you mind explaining the history behind yours?"

You talking about your tats is a whole other level of intimacy for Satan. He feels the art shows sides of you he would otherwise find trouble reaching. He is taking mental notes the entire time, hoping to do further research later.

Will surprise you by telling you random facts about the history of the art of tattooing, ones you probably have never heard of. It warms your heart seeing just how much Satan is invested in learning more about you through this.

Would not mind visiting a tattoo parlour just for the fun of it, regardless if you're getting a new tat or not. If you do have an appointment Satan will stay with you the entire time. It's kind of awkward how intently he's staring at the tattoo gun the entire time.

The rebellious teenager in him wanted to get a "Fuck Lucifer" tattoo on him somewhere, but with your help he decides against it. He will settle with his pact mark. As long as you get that too.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me x mc #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader

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silvervioletvalentine · 10 months

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🦋that’s how you get the girl🦋

Pairing : Jamie Drysdale x tatted biker cherrie!

Word count : 6k

Summary: in which he’s a smitten mess and sometimes the way to a girls heart is constantly embarrassing yourself in front of her.

Warnings : none? Fluff. Jamie being a nervous dork In love. Kinda a trial. First time writing for Jamie sooooo, it’s not the best but , when are they ever? Lemme know what u think as always xoxo

It wasn't a secret to anyone that Jamie happened to have a little bit of a crush on their hot, totally out of his league , neighbour .

As soon as he had seen her riding in on her Harley , covered in tattoos with long, half pink and hair black hair, piercings and with a bad attitude. It was over for him. Utterly Done for. Completely fucked.

Because she was cool as shit and she knew it too, barely paid any of them a single glance as she stepped off her motorbike, all those summer months ago, while they were all gathered outside the complex , messing around and just hanging out.

Every single one of their eyes has been on her, mouths gaping and hearts racing as they all turned their heads simultaneously to watch her confidently strut past them, shaking out her hair as she loosely held her helmet from her fingertips .

Only turning her head slightly to raise her pierced eyebrow at them , not looking impressed at all.

“Did school get out early or something?" She had snarked at them , making most of them snap their heads away quickly. Jamie being one of them, he only watched from beneath his lashes as Trevor, the idiot, arrogant , and believing he had a chance opened his big mouth .

Smirking over at her and gave her a flirty wink "fully a man baby." He corrected her slyly "but I wouldn't mind you teaching me a few things.."

She looked at him up and down, then scoffed meanly .

Laughing at him "I'll teach you how I'm going to break your jaw if you try that with me again." She casually told him .

Then without another glance black at the snickering and gaping group of guys , she strutted off just as quickly as she had arrived.

Leaving Trevor to blink at where she had been stood in disbelief , hands on hips as he let out a shocked 'huh'. "She was hot eh?"

Jamie had looked at him in disbelief , stunned.

Heart still racing in his chest with anxiety and palms sweating, unable to believe that she was their new neighbour . It was a scenario that guys wet dreams were made from.

“She literally just threatened you Trev." He reminded him in disbelief . Because If she said that to him, he probably would have pissed himself in fear and maybe shed a tear too. She was that intimidating. And hot. So fucking hot…

But Trevor just laughed loudly as though it was no big deal . Not unnerved at all. "she was only joking!" He believed . Receiving multiple looks of disbelief from his friends.

Then he glanced over, and finally noticed the way Jamie’s eyes kept shifting back to the door that she had disappeared into. His lips curling into a slow smirk as he chuckled slyly to himself , seeing the new infatuation being written all over his friends face.

So it really wasn't a surprise , that three months later, after listening to Jamie go on and on about how cool she was and how beautiful she looked almost daily. Despite never talking to her, only ever turning around and sprinting away when he saw her coming his way.

Trevor wasn't surprised at all when , as they came back from practice , Jamie suddenly froze beside him as he caught sight of Cherrie coming down the stairway towards them. Looking like a bombshell like usual.

And really Trevor thought that Jamie should really appreciate how good of a friend he actually was. Because if he wasn’t such a good friend , he would totally be trying to charm her into his bed. Maybe proposing to her on the second date too.

She was that hot.

Nudging his friend , Trevor muttered to him quickly "stop looking so scared." Before casually grinning over at her happily .

“Hey Cherrie! New tat?" He asked her cheerfully , glancing down at her leg to see a large snake tattooed up her thigh with a dagger going through it.

That wasn't there yesterday when he was gazing in awe at said legs in a daze .

Because Unlike Jamie, Trevor had made the effect to annoy her into becoming reluctant friends with him.

Well, he called her his friend , she just called him 'the annoying asshole who won't stop following her around.'

But whatever. He got his own way because after he had found out that she was a tattoo artist , he had begged her to do his own. She charged him double but he got her to open up a little bit, realised that underneath that intimidating image of hers she really was just a cool chick.

And well, Trevor was a good friend , so he had been trying to talk up Jamie to her for weeks now. Casually bringing him up in conversations , letting her know how great he was at hockey , that he was such a nice guy.

She didn't look like she believed him and maybe it was because Jamie couldn't look her in the eye and had yet to utter a full sentence to her, but Trevor was determined to get Jamie in with her.

He thought that they would look good together and quite frankly , he was sick of seeing his friend mope about. Those puppy eyes were killing him.

"Yeah. Looks good huh?" She said with a small grin , looking at the new tat on her thigh contently .

Jamie was looking at it too, just blinking slowly as he imagined tracing the outline of the snake with his tongue , throat going dry as he realised that the tail of the snake disappeared up her hip, and underneath ber shorts , the ink not doubt wrapping around her hip snugly.

His brain short circulated and he realised a little too late that there was a sudden lull in their conversation , that Trevor was jabbing his elbow into his side sharply.

Making him flinch and snap his head back up with wide eyes , cheeks flushing when he saw them both staring at him.

Trevor looking exasperated and Cherrie just looking bored.

"I was telling her that you scored during the game last weekend." He gritted out , widening his eyes at him, motioning for him to do something.

‘say something.’ He mimed at him frantically.

Jamie just let out a strangled hum and nodded his head , eyes flickering back down to his shoes shyly.not saying something at all.

Trevor sighed and tried not to bury his head in his hands in second hand embarrassment.

Cherrie frowned at him , taking in his backwards cap and basketball shorts , tank top showing off his toned arms and patchy sunburn.

Yet she felt something soften inside her , noticing the way he wouldn't meet her eyes. Like, Ever.

Noticing that this wasn't the first time that he didn't speak to her either.

Her brows furrowed in concern "do you speak at all?" She asked him, not trying to be mean. But she was genuinely curious . Considering how mouthy his best friend was, she expected Jamie to be a chatter box too.

Trevor nudged his side harshly again making him splutter , embarrassment painting his face a bright pink as he felt his eyes widen again . Realising how rude he must seem, just standing there, not saying a thing.

"Yeah! Yeah. Sorry." He laughed out nervously, fidgeting with the cap on his head. Wanting to melt away on the spot.

Kill him now. He thought miserably.

Trevor mentally face Palmed at his shy behaviour , then tried to help him like the good friend he thought himself to be .

“He's single." He suddenly told Cherrie with a grin , waving his hand at Jamie ike he was presenting a prize.

Jamie’s head snapped towards his friend in disbelief , mouth dropping open as he gaped at him in horror , hissing his name . "Trevor!" Unable to believe what he was doing.

His skin crawling with mortification, this was like something out of his nightmares.

To make it worse, Cherrie eyed him up and down and smirked "I'm not surprised." She simply replied , pulling out her phone as it buzzed .

Typing away as she texted back her friend , not even looking at them anymore . "You gotta speak to girls first. No point having a cute face if you turn to fucking stone like I'm medusa or something every time you see me." She said to Jamie in amusement , not giving them another glance before she walked away. Around the corner and out of their sight.

Leaving Jamie to stare at where she had been stood, lips pursed in absolute embarrassment, hands on his flaming cheeks as he tried not to die from shame.

Trevor was beaming at him, slapping his shoulder excitedly . "You hear that dude? She thinks you're cute!" Getting a blank look in return.

Trudging back to their apartment , Jamie's face a scene of misery as he groaned "dude.." utterly mortified . Wishing that he could be as cool and confident as Trevor was around her.

It was just , every time he saw her his brain just simply said, no! And stopped working. Every social cue and every bit of common sense left him. Leaving him a blushing , spluttering mess at just a simple glance from her.

He kind of hated her for being so fucking beautiful. I mean, how was it fair for her to look like that? With those eyes and that fucking sarcastic mouth...how was he supposed to act normally? She was like, a wet dream. And she lived right next door .

He was completely fucked but not in the way he wanted to be with her.

It wasn't fair. He wanted to whine. Wasn't fair at all.

"She knows." He muttered with a sigh of misery , throwing himself down on thier couch with a loud groan.

Trevor just laughed "of course she knows! The hint is the fact that you turn red and suddenly forgot how to speak when she's near. I mean, you're not exactly subtle dude." He told him in amusement. Patting the top of his head in pity.

Jamie slapped his hand away with a huff, placing a pillow over his face as he whined into it "I can't believe she knows!"

Trevor rolled his eyes at him with a grin "course she does. Plus she's like-" he paused to get himself a drink "one of those boss bitches who knows what she wants. Makes her even hotter."

It just made him more upset "which is not me! She thinks I'm stupid!" He muttered.

Trevor sighed "no she doesn't." He said to him trying to make him feel better "she thinks you’re a little pathetic yeah.."

Jamie's glared at him, face burning "that isn't helping!" He hissed.

His friend nodded apologetically , wincing "right . Yeah sorry bud." He quickly got back on track.

"but you gotta at least try. I mean I've heard you sleep talk about her j. This isn't just some stupid crush anymore is it?" He knew.

Jamie's just sighed sadly "she's my dream woman." He mumbled. Wishing he could just be the man she wanted.

Trevor winced in sympathy for his friend. Having never seen him so down bad In his life, he hated seeing him so sad and miserable .

He had to do something .

"And I know you cried yourself to sleep when she brought home that guy last weekend." He added bluntly . Because Jamie wasn’t a quite crier at all.

Jamie grimaced , hating that their walls were so thin that he heard every moan and banging of her headboard against his wall.

It had been a long night , and if he hadn't had been so upset , he might have been turned on listening to her moan and whimper all night long .

But alas, he was a lovesick fool and knowing that some other guy was fucking her, that he wasn't even a second thought in her pretty head, only hurt him more.

Having a boner with a aching heart was a weird and awful experience .

Definitely Not one he wanted to repeat.

"She's a screamer." He mumbled sadly , head in his hands . "Sounded like she was having fun." He bitterly muttered. "There was no headphones that played music loud enough... I hate that guy."

Trevor snorted a little "no shit. God dude..this is just sad . You're making even me feel bad.." he told him honeslty .

Jamie frowned over at him, "help me then!" He pleaded "I don't know what to do,"

Trevor grinned widely and clapped his hands together excitedly. Loving that he got to meddle

"we're gonna get you the woman of your dreams dude. I promise." He promised him . And crossed his fingers.

Planning to be more confident with her like Trevor instructed him to be , Jamie actually managed to say hello to Cherrie the next morning .

Bumping into her on his way to training, he gave her his best smile, though it felt slightly strained as he tried not to stare too obviously at her in her running shorts and sports bra. Panting as she tried to catch back her breath.

She gave him a small head nod , chugging on her water as he hovered t by the door. Remembering Trevor telling him to tell her how pretty she looked the next time he saw her , he opened his mouth before he could even think straight

"I like your hair." He blurted out , cringing at how awkward he sounded. But it was too late to back out now because she was looking at him, and frowning.

She ran a hand over her hair that was sticking up in several places, sweaty and wild . Having just pulled it out from the scrunchie it was held in.

“It's a mess. I've just been running so.."

"I know.." he awkwardly nodded his head, shoving his shaky hands in his pockets "it's always like that." Eyes widening as he tried to correct himself "I mean-I like how it always is."

Cherrie frowned back at him in confusion "my hair is Always messy?" And clearly a little offended too,

Panicking , he quickly shook his head, laughing

nervously "no! No. I mean-you have hair-"

She snorted in amusement "no shit." She said, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him try to fix the mess he had made.

Fighting back a smile at his pink cheeks and shifting eyes, finding herself softening towards him.

But she wasn't going to make it easy for him, that just wasn't who she was.

On the other side of the wall where Jamie had shoved him as soon as he saw her coming , Trevor was dying.

Squeezing his eyes shut in second hand embarrassment, shaking his head in disbelief as he listened to his best friend fuck up something simple as complimenting her. Hand over his mouth as he tried not to laugh and give himself away.

Jamie just sighed in misery , eyes to the ceiling as he managed to get out "I just like it alright? I like the colour and how pretty it looks. I like how wild it is." He mumbled quietly.

Softening completely , she patted him on the back with a little grin.

Shaking her head at him in amusement "nice try Jamie." She told him teasingly , watching his eyes flickering up to her. Audibly Swallowing when he met her gaze .

"I like the effort.." she said before trailing her eyes down to his chest, lips twitching in an effort not to laugh.

“Even if your shirt is on inside out." She teased him, flicking his shirt with her fingertip before giving him a little wink and leaving .

Jamie looked down at his shirt and let out the biggest groan ever , mortified. Again.

His head snapping over to the wall as he heard his friends obnoxious laughter , seeing him sidling down the wall with amused tears in his eyes as he cried with laughter .

"Why didn't you tell me I had my shirt on inside out?!" He exclaimed annoyed , kicking his shin .

Quickly correcting it in case she came back down again. Feeling his ears heat up his just like his face in embarrassment, wondering when His misery would ever end.

Trevor cackled obnoxiously"I didn't Notice! Oh my god-" he gasped out "I can't believe you said 'you have hair!' What happened to just telling her how pretty she is?" He teased him .

Jamie kicked him again. Huffing loudly as he stormed off, heading out the building while Trevor ran after him. Still laughing hysterically. Not looking like he was going to stop anytime soon.

Pitifully Patting his back and telling him that maybe the second time would be the charm.

Jamie kept trying and he kept failing at it all.

He said hello, then managed to trip over his own two feet and nearly take them both backwards down the stair case last Friday.

That had been a heart stopper and Cherrie had been the one to haul him up off his ass, managing to catch herself on the banister at the last minute. Scolding him for being so clumsily as she asked him why the hell he was rushing on the stairs in the first place.

Too see you. He wanted to say.

Instead Managing to come up with some weak excuse about being cold and forgetting his jacket despite it being hot out.

She didn't believe him and he knew it. But he ended up leaving that encounter wearing her oversized leather jacket. So really . Not a total losing game.

So He kept saying hello and she kept smiling at him, finally giving him the time of day each time they crossed paths. He told her that he liked her Harley, she told him that he needed to put on suncream because he was turning into mr crab. But he blushed at the thought of her caring about his burning skin . Took that for another baby step.

He was trying . That was something. It was better than moping about on his ass waiting for her to fall in love with him without doing anything.

Which was how he found himself baking cookies at midnight , knocking at her door before he could talk himself out of it.

Smiling shyly at her when she opened the door with a frown, glanced up at him and then down to the tray in his hands . Then sighed.

"Jamie." She said , glancing down at his Batman sweatpants and old tshirt , amused at how fluffy his hair was . Eyes wide and hopeful as he looked at her like a lost puppy.

She sighed again, any snapping resort about disturbing her sleep falling away she let him in. She wasn't cruel enough to kick a puppy , especially not one as cute as Jamie was.

"I baked cookies." He stated the obvious while placing the tray down onto her counter. Smiling at her .

"I see that." She muttered while eyeing the burnt and weirdly shaped mess he called cookies .

He nodded at them hopefully "try one."

She warily picked one up and took a smile bite, forcing back a wince at the sharp, not at all cookie like taste.

She hummed a little, forcing herself to swallow. "It's..." horrible.

But she looked up and saw his wide eyes and blushing cheeks, the way he was nervously shuffling on his feet in her kitchen at midnight , she sighed in defeat .

"It's different." She settled on saying instead .

“did you follow a recipe?" She asked him . Taking another bite and hoping to god that this didn't give her the shits.

He smiled , lighting up as he watched her eat his cookies humming as she did so.

“Yeah." He nodded his head proudly "I did. But I lost it half way though but i remembered most of it." He had just chucked shit in and hoped for the best really.

She tried not to choke on the dry cookie as she swallows it down quickly . Clearing her throat and grabbing herself a glass of water, chugging it down before she could choke for real .

"Well. Well done on trying Jamie . It's the thought that counts. Though I'm not sure why you're baking me cookies at midnight." She mumbled , wondering why she was trying so hard to protect his feelings at all.

If it was anyone else she would have laughed in their face and thrown the cookies in the trash after telling them to never try baking again, because it was shit.

But Jamie had kind eyes and and even prettier , shy smile. So unlike the tough guys that she surrounded herself with daily .

And for some reason she felt herself softening , even patting his arm gently , watching the way he looked down at her hand on his arm and swallowed . Grinning to himself like an idiot.

He shrugged, aiming for nonchalance and failing "I just wanted to." He said "plus you look like you would like eating cookies."

At that, she dropped her hand from his arm and glared at him.

“Are you calling me fat?" The disbelief was clear in her voice.

His eyes almost popped out of his head in panic , gasping loudly "no! No! Oh my god." He groaned.

"Fuck no! You're perfect. I just mean- I overheard you talking on the phone a few days ago about how sad you were that your bakery didn't make your favourite cookies anymore. So I thought I'd try and make you some." He rambled to her , swallowing thickly when he looked back up from his feet to see Cherrie just looking at him with an unreadable look on her face.

And Cherrie felt her heart melt , sighing long and hard in disbelief at how sweet this silly guy was. Groaning at what she was about to do, she rolled her eyes and opened up her arms for him .

"You little shit, come here." She smiled a little fondly , amused by the way he practically threw himself into her arms without any shame . Taking the chance while he had it.

"That's stupidly sweet. Thank you Jamie." She muttered as she hugged him.

Jamie smiling into her shoulder in bliss As he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her back .

Heart racing in his chest as he felt her hand run soothing circles in his back, muttering something he couldn't hear against his chest as he held her close. Feeling like he was In heaven.

"You're welcome." He smiled bashfully .

She sighed again , pulling away from the hug after a minute . Hesitating for a moment before finally telling him "you and Trevor should come to the bar with us tomorrow."

Jamie looked at her worriedly "will your friends be there?" He asked her quietly .

Having seen the large , tatted and insanely intimidating guys that she hung out with. Every single one of them looked like something out of prison break or something , and all of them could squish him like a fly if they wanted . It scared him a little.

Cherrie , oblivious to his worries, nodded casually "yeah of course. It's tiny’s friends bar so.." she laughed a little.

And If one of those guys was nicknamed tiny then he dreaded to wonder what the biggest one was called . Because not one of them were under six feet tall.

But he wanted her to like him like he did her, wanted to be near her . So he nodded his head with a smile "yeah. Okay, cool. We'll come." He agreed easily because it was her.

It didn't matter how scared he was, he was going. Because she had invited him too.

Cherrie nodded her head , pleased. Then she smirked at him and handed him a cookie "try one." She said.

He took it from her , took a bite and spat it straight back out in disgust.

Spluttering as he looked at her with wide eyes "ah shit." He sighed . Blushing.

Then they both laughed. "Nice try though." She said.

The next night and Jamie was holed up in the booth surrounded by large, hairy , tattooed bikers all looking at him in a varied mixed of amusement and confusion.

Trevor having the time of his life as he confidently chatted away, not scared in the slightest.

"This is great. You guys are great." Trevor grinned at them happily , patting the large biker’s arm next to him. Taking no notice of the way he looked down at where he had touched him slowly , narrowing his eyes at him.

Tiny, who was not tiny at all, rose a brow at them while they waited for Cherrie to come back from the bar with her drink.

"Which one of you is Jamie?" He asked them gruffly.

Having heard nothing but that name for the past week. And well, they all saw her like a sister, so he was feeling a little protective about the possibility of this new guy in her life that they were only now meeting .

Jamie shrunk down in seat whil Trevor proudly jabbed his thumb at his friend, obliviously and Jamie wanted to kill him .

“This is! He's a hockey player like me! We're roommates." He told them wiggling his eyebrows, grinning .

The other biker beside tiny rose a brow "oh." He nodded his head , more hair than face.

"we accept that. No need to be afraid. I hate those hippies but love is love." He told them, assuming the scared look on Jamie's face was for another reason .

Jamie went a dark red , Trevor looking at them dumbly just as Cherrie came back to the table.

Not helping at all as she handed Jamie a bright pink cocktail with a smile "I had them make it for you , I know it's your favourite ." She said.

Jamie took the cocktail from her with a shy thanks , sighing miserably . "Where's yours ?" He asked her quietly as she sat beside him. Thigh to thigh.

She laughed loudly "im drinking whiskey baby." She ruffled his hair. A few whiskeys in already.

She looked over at Trevor in confusion when he suddenly started laughing really loudly , only now realising what the guys thought they were .

"Oh no!" He laughed while grinning widely , nudging Jamie shoulders in amusement .

"he's my best friend! Not lovers! Jamie wants this tough cookie-" he nudged Cherrie , who shot him a look. Utterly Confused.

Jamie wanted to die. Sipping on his pink cocktail as he sank even lower in his seat.

The biggest of the guys , who hadn't said a word since they arrived, scoffed lowly .

Jamie meeting his icy arms and shivering , eyeing the skeleton bones tattooed across his face , hair shaved down to the scalp, knuckles scabbed from fighting. He was twice his size in both height and width , and Honestly he reminded him of a character in GTA.

He swallowed at the glare he got from him, fingers trembling as he clutched at his thigh nervously , eyeing the exit door to his right as he wondered if he could outrun this guy if he needed to.

He felt like he would need to.

"Didn't know you hung around fratboys now." He grunted. Staring him down.

Trevor paused, finally stopped grinning as he realised that there was sudden tension. And that the guy looked like he maybe wanted to kill Jamie with his eyes .

Cherrie looked over at him and rolled her eyes "don't be a dick." She muttered , frowning in annoyance .

While she was distracted , Trevor nudged poor Jamie and muttered "I think that's her ex." He told him, making his eyes widen in disbelief .

“I've seen him at her apartment before. I think you've heard them."

Jamie went pale , mouth dropping open as he looked at his friend in disbelief. "I stand absolutely no chance then! What the fuck-" he hissed beneath his breath. Horrified.

His head snapping back up to the table as he Heard the guy speak again, still glaring at him.

He shifted uneasily on his seat again , Cherrie picking up on his nerves this time as she glanced at him. Frowning.

"He looks stupid." He insulted . Laughing meanly.

Cherrie glared back at him, placing her hand over Jamie's underneath the table .

Making him go still as he looked down at their hands, his fingers twitching as he hesitantly slid the palm of his hand between her own. Holding her hand. Taking his chance.

"Shut the fuck up. Have you looked in a mirror lately pin head?" She tossed back at him without missing a beat. Annoyed.

He rolled his eyes at her, scoffing "he looks like he forgets his own name. Not your type at all."

At that, Cherrie lost it. "My type? Maybe I like stupid hockey boys!" She snapped , making Jamie side eye her.

Not knowing whether to be insulted or not but she was still holding his hand and fighting for his honour so. He chose not to be.

"Come on!" Her ex laughed cruelly , motioning towards Jamie with a smirk "what does he have that I don't?"

She laughed coldly, slamming her glass down on the table. "He has everything you don't. That's the fucking point dumbass.-" she spat before suddenly standing to her feet , dragging Jamie up along with her.

Not even looking at him, too busy glaring at her dickhead of an Ex. "And you know what?" She smirked over at him, tugging Jamie into her side proudly .

"I'm gonna to go home and fuck Jamie so hard that he forgets how to even play hockey!" She practically yelled for all to hear , seeing red.

Jamie choked on his own breath , looking down at her with wide eyes. Going red as he felt his heart race in his chest.

"oh my god." He practically squeaked while watching her get worked up defending him.

It was so hot and Jamie shifted on his feet, heat pooling In his stomach because what the fuck?

He glanced over to his friend only to see Trevor giving him a thumbs up, looking excited .

Jamie just blinked back at him in disbelief , feeling like he was going insane. A Fever dream as she tugged at his arm , spat another insult at him before dragging him out of the bar completely .

They ended up walking the block in silence for a least ten minutes before Jamie finally managed to gather the courage to find his voice again.

Glancing shyly down at their still intertwined hands, he swallowed thickly .

“Cherrie?" He spoke up nervously . Heart pounding.

She just hummed calmly , eyes to the stars. "Yeah?"

He hesitated for a moment before mumbling "were you-were you serious in there? What you said.."

She glanced over at him then, lips twitching.

face calm and unbothered as she replied casually "about fucking you when I get home?"

He nodded his head silently . Speechless.

She side eyed him, more than amused. Humming a little teasingly "is that what you want?" She asked him confidently .

He nodded his head rapidly . Making her laugh a little as his clear eagerness.

"Yeah but like-" he looked down at their hands, swinging them lighting between them as they walked "not just that." He muttered shyly.

She laughed lightly , admiring his face underneath the shitty street lights . Realising just how pretty he really was.

“No?"

He bit his bottom lip anxiously , shaking his head again. "No. I want.." he couldn't get the words out , heartbeat in his mouth

"I want..ya know..." he was hoping she would understand without him having to say it.

But she wasn't going to make it easy for him. She never did.

Shaking her head at him in amusement as she brought them to a sudden stop. Feeling his palm become sweaty in her hand as he squeezed it three times.

"no , I don't know Jamie. You've gotta use your big boy words and tell me." She told him teasingly , waning to hear him say it.

He huffed a little in embarrassment, "I want to take you out." He rushed out before he could chicken out completely .

She rose a brow at him, smiling "like...with a gun?" she joked.

Before seeing the upset look on his face as he realised she wasn't taking him seriously , she quickly pulled him closer to her with a small laugh. Pinching his hip with her fingertips in fondness.

"I get it." She said "you want to date me so hard." She teased.

He just nodded his head, face serious as he asked her "so can I? Date you?" Hope written across his face as he hesitantly slid his hands down to her hips, holding her close .

She gently ran her fingers through his hair, biting back a grin.

“What do I get out of it?" She asked him quietly . Admiring him, silently watching his lashes flutter as he let out a shaky sigh.

"A boyfriend that will love you forever and worship the ground you walk on?" He whispered to her hopefully, meaning it.

He knew that she would be it for him. He just wanted to be the one for her too.

Cherrie let out a quiet laugh and sighed , shaking her head at the man looking down at her like she was his entire world in amazement .

Unable to believe that she had gotten this lucky .

"Sounds like a good deal to me." She simply replied , grinning fully now.

He beamed down at her, cupping her face in his hands excitedly . Eyes shining as he breathed out a giddy "yeah? Really?"

She rolled her eyes at him with a grin. "Really." Then she leant up on her toes and kissed him, laughing at the way he couldn't contain his happiness , grinning into the kiss as he held her close .

Kissing all over her face in glee as he promised to be the best boyfriend she ever had.

Trevor was right. He couldn't believe it .

He got the girl of his dreams by just embarrassing himself in front of her over and over again.

Huh. Who would have thought.

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