#no one stopped me from responding to this lol

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: bff'sbrother!jungkook, softdom!jungkook, enemies2lovers-ish, he's a lil annoying in this, angst, mentions of rejection, one-sided crush, afab reader, smut, fingering, dry humping, penetrative sex, overstimulation (kinda), etc.

wc: 4076

a/n: another jk fic bc im taking time off work and have nothing to do</3 this went longer than anticipated lol sorry

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"what are you doing here?", grumbled the man as soon as he opened the door and spotted you on the other side of it.

"can you get out of the way? i'm obviously here for minji."

"she doesn't get here til tomorrow," he responded, though still moving out of the way to let you in.

you were about to snark at him again when he stopped in his tracks, eyes widening when they made contact with the suitcases you were struggling to drag behind you, "why are you carrying suitcases? fuck, don't tell me you're staying here," he grabbed onto one, stopping your movements.

"yes, jungkook. minji told me i could crash here for spring break. what's it to you? your house is big enough. just ignore my presence," you attempted to move your suitcases again, knowing you'd receive no help from the boy even if you asked.

"so you're here to ruin my break?" the complaints were never ending despite having entered the home only mere moments ago.

"stop being a child and get out of my way," you grumbled when the idiot refused to remove his hand from the handle of your suitcase.

he let out a heavy sigh, scrunching his eyes closed in annoyance before speaking again, "okay, move. i'll bring your shit upstairs."

"no, i can-"

"you can't carry all this upstairs. my mom's gonna be mad if i don't offer to help you. just let go," he muttered, pushing your hands away and somehow lifting both suitcases at once as he walked towards the stairs.

without any energy to argue with him, you just followed him upstairs, annoyed he insisted to pretend to do you a favor.

"are your parents home?", you asked, confused as to why he had been the one to open the door.

"no, they went out of town this weekend. they should be here tonight."

"why are you here?"

you knew this was his home, but it was a valid question. this had been the third time you'd spent some sort of school break at minji's house, yet jungkook had never been there during the duration of it, usually only popping up for a day or two by the end of each break.

"you mean in my house?", he chuckled sarcastically.

"you're never here- you know what i meant."

"didn't have any plans this time. why? am i ruining your break?"

the two of you finally made it to the extra guest room in minji's house, with jungkook settling your stuff on the bed and uncharacteristically taking a seat on it, as if planning to hang around. you ignored the thought and went to open your suitcase, planning to unpack a few of the things since you'd be staying for over a week.

"yeah," you deadpanned.

he scoffed, "not like i wanna spend my break with you either, princess."

groaning, you threw a folded shirt at him, "ew, i told you not to call me that."

seemingly pleased at having annoyed you, he chuckled and picked up the shirt you threw, folding it and placing it on the bed. he continued to occasionally grab one thing or another as you unpacked. you always knew jungkook to be quite fidgety, so you didn't question him grabbing your stuff to entertain himself as you unpacked.

jungkook wordlessly stayed on your bed as you went around the room organizing your stuff, attempting to ignore his presence but not entirely able to. you were willing to retain peace without complaining, but then he started making noise.

you usually didn't care for his presence too much, even as badly as the two of you got along, but the constant humming quickly got on your nerves. he hummed and hummed and did not stop even as ten minutes passed by, still taking stuff from your suitcase to fidget with. currently he was entertaining himself with a random shoe.

"jungkook! why are you still here?", you suddenly snapped, confused as to why he'd been sitting on your bed with a blank look on his face despite usually being liberal in expressing his dislike for you.

he looked at you for a few moments, no emotion on his face before speaking up.

"why don't we get along?"

"what?"

"you heard me. why don't we get along? you've been friends with my sister since childhood, but you've always hated me. why?"

"you started it," you murmured, taking the shoe he currently had in his hold and turning around to place it somewhere else.

he got up, walking over to you and turning you around by your shoulders and taking the shoe from you again, "i started it? what are you talking about? you've been rude to me since the seventh grade. i've just been returning the favor."

sighing in frustration, you grabbed shook his hands off your shoulders and stubbornly grabbed the shoe again, "why do you think that is, jungkook?"

a confused look overtook his face at your insinuation of your relationship being his fault, clearly not remembering what you were referring to.

"wha-what are you talking about?"

"god, you're such a dumbass sometimes. i mean, i assumed you didn't remember, but to have confirmation of it just kinda sucks," you chuckled bitterly.

he grabbed onto your shoulders again when you tried to walk past him, "tell me what you're talking about," he insisted.

for the most part, you didn't want to. you still felt embarrassed thinking about it, even if it had been over a decade since it had happened. to know he really didn't remember the source of your dislike for him also didn't really help matters. it just frustrated you at his presence even more.

through the years you had learned not to take the mutual banter too seriously. it was mostly lighthearted, to be honest. but any time you thought back to how it had started, you became beyond angry at the boy who was seemingly nice too all those he knew but you. sure, you had technically been the one to source this animosity, but he bad been the instigator of it after all.

you had been nine years old at the time, having recently moved into town and befriended minji. she had been your salvation, becoming instantly interested in being your friend despite you being brand new. you became quick friends, hanging out inside and outside school almost every day.

minji had the good fortune of being extremely close to her family, which allowed you to bond with them quite a lot. that was when you met her older brother, one of her favorite people in the world.

jungkook had been pure perfection in your young eyes, seeing him as unattainable at the young age of nine. he was two years your senior, which made you come to the quick realization that your crush would remain one-sided forever. except this didn't stop your naive heart to read into his nice demeanor and wishfully believe that maybe he'd like you back.

you crushed on him silently for three years, even coming to befriend him in the process. you wouldn't see him too often, but it was always nice when you did, always getting along quite well. this continued up until you hit twelve years of age, your tweenhood years. unfortunately, jungkook was now into his teens, meaning that he followed the footprints of every other man and had a short-lived phase where he was a bit insensitive to girls his age.

being completely delusional and being on your way to graduate middle school, you took a leap, deciding to invite jungkook as your date to your middle school prom. you had thought you read all the signs right, thinking that even if he rejected you, he'd still be nice enough to go with you as a friend. your hopes were completely crushed when he turned you down with zero hesitance, even patronizing you in the process.

the worst part of it all came later, when you were first entering high school. somehow a few of his friends had gotten word of the situation, dubbing you as desperate and obsessed with him. although the rumors died pretty quickly, and you were able to feign indifference to jungkook and everyone else, the seed of hate began to grow in you. little by little, you stopped speaking to jungkook altogether, eventually coming to proudly dislike him. despite minji's constant questioning about your change in demeanor towards her brother, you never told, not wanting any drift to be caused between you and minji, nor her and her brother.

the gradual change in your feelings for jungkook had been so natural that it made sense for him to not remember the source of the current state of your relationship. he had caught on naturally, simply bantering back with you whenever you gave him attitude. it was likely that he believed it all to be lighthearted at first, eventually becoming accustomed enough to it to not question it.

and now you were here, having to explain a stupid childhood heartbreak to the perpetrator of it all as he stared down at you in absolute wonder.

"eighth grade, jungkook. remember?"

he shook his head in confusion, his eyes still wide as his brain wracked itself to remember.

"the dance?"

"the dance? what dan- oh! the- the dance? that's it?"

'that's it'?

he mustve caught the look of annoyance in your face, as he quickly went to retract himself.

"fuck, wait. i didn't mean it like that, just- is that why you hate me? because i said no to you?"

you took a step away from him again, still frustrated, but his arms remained on your shoulders so you would keep looking right at him. it was awkward and extremely uncomfortable considering the context, but you didn't move away.

"it wasn't just that, jungkook," you started, "was it that horrible of a thought to go to the dance with me? i was twelve, you couldve been nicer about it. and to tell your friends about it? i was mocked for weeks after that. and now you wanna act like this is my fault? like ive just been mean to you for no reason?", you scoffed, looking at your feet in favor of not having to look at him.

"wait, who ... who made fun of you? i- i never told anyone what happened. why would i do that?"

"jungkook, stop. taehyung? jimin? they wouldn't stop bringing it up for weeks. it died down after a while, but i was already humiliated."

he shook his head and denial, seemingly at himself. finally letting go of you, he sat back on the bed, look of confusion still on his face before a lightbulb metaphorically manifested itself above his head.

"oh fuck," he muttered, "i- i remember now, but it didn't go down the way you think, okay? let me explain."

you crossed your arms and nodded, signaling for him to continue.

he uncrossed his arms, running them through his hair in a frustrated fashion before he began to explain, oddly passionate as he did so, "i told them right after it happened. i felt so bad for saying no to you, they noticed how down i was about it and asked. i swear i didnt say anything bad. fuck, i never knew they teased you about it, im so sorry," he rambled, "and i didnt- i didnt mean to make you feel bad when i said no. you're my sister's best friend and- and you were so young. i know it doesnt matter anymore, but saying yes felt wrong. it felt like id be taking advantage of you somehow."

"jungkook-"

"if it makes you feel better," he hesitated before continuing, "i, uh, i kinda had a crush on you when we were 17. i- i was going to ask you to my prom, but you picked a fight with me that day and told me to get the fuck out. thats, that's kinda when i started to hate you back," he smiled awkwardly towards the end.

that took you for a bit of a loop. you weren't a heartless asshole. it wasnt like you meant to hurt him through your dislike of him, but rather protect yourself from further rejection. it made you feel bad to know that you'd somewhat done a similar thing to him at some point, even verbally berating him time after time when his intentions hadn't been malicious.

"are you serious?"

"do you really hate me? for what i did, i mean," he interrupted.

did you? for the most part, you had just grown far too used to your animosity with jungkook. due to your own mean behavior towards him, he became equally as rude, creating a vicious cycle of disrespect between the two of you. but did you hate him?

the answer was probably not.

if you did, your heart wouldn't have jumped at the mention of him having had a crush on you back when you were seventeen.

"no, i don't hate you. do you?"

he turned to you, shaking his head, "of course not," he confirmed, "do you wanna start over?", he asked, getting up from the bed and walking over to you.

you couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden proposal. you also couldnt help in nodding in agreement, confirming that yes, you'd be willing to put aside a petty middle school misunderstanding in favor of starting over.

then he opened his arms, gesturing for a hug before asking for permission for one, "hug?"

wordlessly, you accepted the offer of a friendly hug, reasoning that it was only natural considering how touchy he was with everyone other than yourself.

when you went to pull away, his arms tightened around you, head burying itself further into your hair, "just a little longer," he murmured.

with no reason to deny him, you wrapped your arms around him once more, only letting go when he started to slowly pull away.

that's when you made the mistake of looking up at him as he attempted to make himself let go of you.

seemingly, he had made the same mistake, now locking eyes with you at a proximity far too close for two people who hated each other just mere minutes ago. stupidly enough, your eyes predictably went down to his lips, not realizing his own had done the same. the only difference was that he was far more daring than you, allowing his lips to lower down onto yours and envelop them in a soft kiss.

greedy hands dug into your hips before making their way to your waist, holding you as close to him as he could. your own hands wrapped around his shoulders, moving to play with his hair as soon as the kiss turned more heated.

moaning against him, he pulled away for a second, still keeping his lips entirely too close to your own as he breathed through his nose to calm himself down. the following kiss was even more harrowing, causing you to take a step back due to the sheer force of it. he walked you back, pressing you up against the nearest wall as he took advantage of being able to crowd you, allowing his hands to get a feel of your body as you kissed.

despite how pathetically you followed his lips, he still pulled away, throwing his shirt off before going back to kissing you, letting his hands wander underneath your own shirt as he did so. his hands dug deep under your shirt, feeling up your bare breasts and groaning at the lack of bra.

gradually, his lips made their way to your ear and then down your neck, murmuring against your skin.

"fuck, so fucking pretty ... and so needy for me, huh? sound so good moaning for me like that," he breathed against you.

you burned up, embarrassed by how easily he had an effect on you, but you still let him do whatever he wanted, knowing that nothing you did would prevent your body from wanting his touch.

throwing off your shirt, his lips trailed down even further south, latching onto your nipples and groaning into your skin at the way you arched your body, pressing up even closer to him.

but suddenly there was a shift.

jungkook halted his movements, making his way back up to your lips and locking them with his own in a heavy and greedy kiss, resulting in a lack of breath from both of you. against your lips, he whispered something that made your knees buckle.

"i'm gonna pay you back for all those times you were mean to me, baby," his lips moved to your ear, chuckling at your anticipatory shudder, "gonna do whatever i want with this pretty body, yeah?"

nodding pathetically, you gave way for him to do anything he wanted. already drenched, there was no way you could possibly formulate any words that didn't come out as an embarrassing whine. he seemed to enjoy this too, holding a pleased smirk in his face as he easily dragged you over to the bed, pushing off your suitcase and dropping you on it with a bounce.

before you could even think, jungkook had already thrown off his shoes and undone his pants, his hands coming to do the same to you. your shaky hands attempted to help him, but he simply tsk'd at you, letting you know that he'd take care of everything tonight. everything, he emphasized.

"oh, fuck," he groaned once you were fully nude, "this is all mine now, yeah? fuck, been waiting for years for you to stop being a brat and let me have this pretty body all to myself," he kissed your lips between each sentence, "might lose control at how gorgeous and mine it is ..." he murmured as his hands took their rightful place exploring your body.

"kook-" you whined, already wanting him to do something – anything.

"shh, baby," he coo'd, "i'm gonna do whatever i want. and you're gonna take it like a good girl, okay? gonna behave for me for once."

fully crawling on top of you, jungkook went back to making out with you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began humping against your already soaked cunt.

groaning, he pulled away for a second in favor of nibbling softly at your lip, "oh, this pretty pussy's so fucking soaked already ... thought you hated me, baby, what happened?" he chuckled darkly, giving you no room to answer before shoving his tongue in your mouth.

just as his tongue attempted to suck all air out of you, his hand suddenly snuck between your bodies, finding your cunt with ease and beginning to drag his fingers up and down your folds, not giving you want you needed.

"pretty fucking pussy," he murmured, "gonna play with your clit now, baby. it's gonna cry for me by the time im done."

his fingers found your clit almost immediately, taking turns in rubbing teasing circles over it and hammering in and out of your cunt. he swallowed every single moan, groaning against your lips any time your cries went so high they went straight to his cock.

"that good, pretty? so good that you have to cry for more? oh, baby. you're so lucky this pussy's so fucking cute. lucky i cant control myself around you ..."

"f-faster, please ..."

"faster? oh, like this?", his fingers slowed down drastically, barely stimulating you at all as you cried and clawed at his back, whining for more than he seemed willing to give you.

"n-no! please, just- just wanna cum, kookie. please?"

his fingers curled entirely too well at your cry of his nickname, even making him groan when he felt your own reaction to his fingers. it was clear he liked you crying out for him, so the more you did it, the more of his fingers he gave you, leading you to the verge of an orgasm.

afraid he'd try and deny you just for sadistic means, you cried for him prematurely, begging him to let you cum.

"kookie, p-please, please let me cum, i-i'll do anything. i'll give you anything, just, fuck, please!"

there was not a single care in you about how pathetic and out of character you sounded, not when jungkook's wasnt faring any better at the effect your desperation had on him.

"cum. cum for me, baby. wanna feel that cunt cream around my fingers so i can fill it back up with my own, okay? be good for me and- fuck, and cum ..." as much as he wanted to be in charge and show a dominant side to him, your cunt just kept dragging his fingers back in, making him feel a carnal need to steal your orgasm all for himself and many others after this one.

your hand wrapped around his free wrist, needing it as support as an otherworldly orgasm took over you. back arching and eyes rolling back, you became a sight that jungkook had only ever seen in his most depraved of dreams about you. he was surprised at his cock not bursting upon such an arousing view, making him realize that he needed to fuck you as soon as posible before losing his mind.

despite talking you through your orgasm, jungkook still gave you no time to recover before shoving his tongue in your mouth and grabbing his dick to drag up and down your sensitive folds.

crying against him, you attempted to push him away at first, feeling too sensitive for immediate stimulation, but your body gave up quickly after, melting into the overload of pleasure. tears crowded in your eyes, but your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, needing more of that pressure against your cunt.

taking the hint and far too horny to drag this out any longer, he pushed inside you, groaning against you at the feeling of finally being wrapped around your warmth.

"it's so fucking wet ... oh, fuck. you wanted this so bad, didnt you, baby? fucking soaked and just pulling me in ... it's so- so tight n warm n perfect for me," he babbled, lost in pleasure.

jungkook's hips were restless against yours, an insatiable desire to chase for his pleasure taking over him as the sound of skin slapping made him dizzy. the occasional babble accompanied by a pitiful hiccup that came out of you did not help his situation, making him fear that he might cum before you.

"let- let me just get my finger there- yeah, fuck. just gonna rub that tiny little clit, okay? shit, you just tightened around my cock so fucking good ..." he groaned, thumb circling your clit to accelerate your orgasm.

"g-gonna, fuck, gonna cum ... p-please ... with me? cum with me?" you begged, barely able to get a single coherent word out while jungkook showed no mercy against you.

nodding, he kissed you, promising he'd cum – begging you to cum. counting you down, he whispered against your ear while his hips stuttered messily against your own, now completely overtaken by both yours and his orgasm.

the sounds shared between the two of you were nothing short of shameful, consisting of whines and cries filled with desperation. it was a depraved scene only meant for the two of you to enjoy.

pulling out of you proved to be a challenge, as jungkook would happily remained inside you until his last breath, but the thought of holding you innocently in his arms as you caught your breath was something he did not want to miss out on.

and so he held you against him, crowding your face against his chest so you could lay your head right by his heart.

"that was-"

"yeah," he breathed with a chuckle before turning to you with a boyish smile on his face, "i have a confession to make."

you turned around too, unable to not match his smile, "what is it?"

"i lied earlier. i, uh, i did like you when you were seventeen, but ... i kinda still like you."

it was impossible not to feel your face warm up at this, scrunching up your nose at how cutely he had confessed, "what if i said it was mutual?"

his smile somehow got bigger at that, "then i'd say i'm gonna have to steal you away from my sister," he pulled you into his chest again, enjoying the vibrations of your laugh.

a/n: this was rushed and not proofread sorry</3

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts oneshot #bts scenario #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #jungkook smut

[elatedfool]

the best relief.

nsfw (*´꒳`*) afab!reader. model!yingxing x bodyguard!reader. dumbification. fingering. you call him "sir"—reader is very polite lol. reader wears makeup. edging. mirror sex. overstimulation. breeding. petnames used: darling, sweetheart. praises!!! :D forced eye contact 😵‍💫 he's a bit of a meanie but he's very in love w you hehe :33

it doesn't look good to me... hope yall like it though (_ _).｡o○ please have this to make up for the boothill smut i couldn't make a part two of 😔

the soft clinking of YINGXING's extravagant accessories cuts through the silence of the night, accompanied by the sound of your angelic voice moaning his name as if he was your god as he plunged another rough finger into your drooling hole—practically begging him for more, hungrily swallowing his digits that he thinks they'll snap if you were to clamp down any harder.

"so needy f'me, aren't you?" a throaty growl escapes his chest, tinged with desire as the model leans down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, muffling your voice as he frenziedly pushes you up against the sink, positioning your legs in between his to keep you from squirming away.

yingxing swears he was never the type to do something like this to relieve his stress, as he knows the potential risks of it turning into a cosmos-wide scandals that will end up ruining everything he's worked hard to achieve—on the other hand, he simply doesn't have the ability to reject you when you were the one who voluntarily offered yourself to him, whispering in his ear about how you'd help him out in any way he wanted—so here you are; your clothes in disarray and a clear thread of saliva trickling down your chin, a testament of the supermodel's ability to make an absolute mess out of you, his precious soon-to-be girlfriend bodyguard.

you've always been a great bodyguard for him—a kindhearted and caring individual who takes good care of him while also being a bold and tenacious guardian whenever the pesky paparazzis are getting out of hand with their disturbances; which makes it even more enjoyable to break you into putty in his hands—and just to remind you, he hasn't even gotten to the fun part yet.

your hand flew over your mouth, trying so hard to muffle the sinful noises that escaped your pretty lips; fearing that yingxing's manager or that mysterious vidyadhara friend of his would barge into his house and caught you in the act. seeing this, his frown deepens, his hand swatting yours as he sinks his fingers deeper into your drenched hole, creating a series of loud sloshing noise that only serves to mortify you further at how dirty they sound.

"don't, i want to hear how good i made you feel," he whispered right beside your neck, tickling the sensitive skin on purpose.

you shake your head, unable to answer him properly without stuttering and making every words sound like a moan, "sir, what if—ah!" and with a simply curl of his fingers in the right direction, your complaints are silenced and replaced with high pitched cries—oh boy, at this rate, his tailored pants might just burst open with the way his bulge keeps growing bigger when he himself thought it couldn't anymore, all thanks to your beautiful voice.

"focus on me, don't think of anyone else," from the growl he struggled to suppress and the way he use his other hand to pinch your bud, you can tell that he's not very fond of the mentions of others during times like these—and you can't help your walls from twitching again at his demanding words, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, tightening further at his precise movements. more incoherent words left your throat, and he smirks in acknowledgment of your nearing climax, drawing his fingers out just right before you can experience that oh-so-blissful feeling of relief.

a soft, frustrated whine left your throat as you clench around nothing, your lips curling downwards in disappointment as you look at him, "sir, why did you stop...?"

he doesn't respond, his attention completely directed at the crystal-clear substance coating his glove—a clear evidence of the euphoric experience he puts you through. aren't you just so adorable? getting so excited just by his fingers alone?

"eager, aren't we?" he sneers, pressing your bottom lip to make way for his soiled fingers, giving you a taste of yourself and oh aeons, why do you have to be so cute? eyes wide with tears and drool dripping down your chin as you lap the remaining of your own juices off the fabric, making his cock twitch yet again.

he's not gonna hold back anymore, he thinks—no, he simply cannot—hastily unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers, he sighs in relief when his erection is finally freed, the blunt head already leaking precum—a shiver ran down your spine, words catching in your throat at the length and girth; will it even fit?

yingxing smiles at the terrified look on your face, inching closer to playfully slap your folds with his tip, earning another whimper from you, "aww, are you scared, sweetheart?"

"no... i-it's fine, i can take it, sir," you slowly shake your head, still trying to look brave—the slight waver in your voice did not go past his ears though; it boosted his ego, actually.

the man snickered, gaze locking with yours, slowly guiding himself into the warm embrace of your walls, "we'll see about that,"

he sighs in pleasure as he watches your cunt eagerly swallows and clench around his length, as if trying to pull him in—so he reciprocates; jerking his hips to meet your pelvis in a slow and steady motion—your comfort and pleasure comes first, even if he is the one who needs this. still, you cannot help but roll your eyes whenever he reach deep enough to press against your sensitive spots, like he's done this millions of times before.

when he heard your moans getting louder, the man starts to pick up his pace, moving rougher and more demanding as his arms reach for your waist, pulling you down and bending you over so you can face the mirror; watching him pour out all his stress into your abused cunt and the way your body is arching against the sink—a sight so lewd that you want to look away from it, but no, he won't allow it; he wants you to see just how good he's making you feel—and he savors every moment of it, carving the memories of this obscene scene into his brain.

"sir—!" a tiny mewl left your lips when he pulls back, leaving only his tip inside, before slamming his hips back into yours, leaving not a single nook or cranny untouched—the intensity is enough to knock every single thought out of your pretty head. it feels too good, and before you could control yourself, your body lurched forward as you come undone on his cock, delicate fingers curling tightly onto the faucet as your poor body convulses in pleasure.

to stimulate you further, yingxing reach down to rub circles and patterns on your fluttering petals, "good girl—fuck, loosen up, will you? i won't be able to reward you if you don't let go of my cock," his voice is saccharine sweet, like a honeyed poison—so sweet yet so full of mirth, and you can't help but crave it more.

your gummy walls throb around him, trying so hard to not draw him in as he slowly drags his length across your overstimulated walls; yet you can't help yourself to not marvel at the sight of his silver hair cascading over your lower back, his eyes fluttering at how good it feels to nestle inside you—all reflected on the glass mirror for you to see.

but you were not able to gawk at him for long, for the haughty model always sought to catch you off guard—his hands squeezing the fat of your hips to ram his cock back inside, thrusting and rolling himself faster and harder than before, so much that you can hear the thwop thwop thwop sound, along with your soft wails harmonizing with his low grunts bouncing off the ceramic walls; you can only hope that his neighbors would not be suspicious of this totally-professional-relationship of yours.

as for the model himself, he couldn't care less, the only thing occupying his mind is that he has to lay his claim on you; to leave so many traces of his love on you that they will never fade no matter how many lives you have to go through—so he may always find you in every lifetime.

"keep your eyes on the mirror, darling," he clenches his jaw, guiding your chin up to face the fogged surface of the glass—yet it still cannot obstruct the sight of your lovely face; adorned with dark tears as a result of your smudged mascara, cheeks all warm and flushed, and trails of spit running down your chin. gosh, you really are the most gorgeous angel in this wretched world when you're fucked dumb on his dick.

"sir, i can't—"

"yes you can, and call me yingxing, please?" he coos, warm tongue prodding at your earlobe to coax you into obedience—not like he has to anyway.

"yingxing yingxing yingxing! please, i'm—hng!" because his name immediately leaves your agape mouth like a mantra, along with unidentified words that got lost in between mewls and screams of pleasure; and that's all it takes for the course of pleasure to run down his body, eyes tightly shut as he releases rope after rope into your womb, pressing himself directly on that one delicate, spongy spot inside your pulsating warmth—which then leads to your second orgasm, the waves of pleasure coursing down your spine as your body tenses up, sticky fluid gushing out and spilling down the floor with a squelch.

he stills himself, panting heavily as his broad chest press down on your back; you can feel just how heated up he has gotten, how his coat is all drenched with sweat, how his voice cracks slightly as he mutters praises under his breath, "you're taking me so well... can you feel how deep i am right now?" his hand trails up your abdomen to press on a particularly warm and slightly protruding spot in your tummy; he really did not hold back in marking you, huh?

finally, after you both have calmed down, yingxing begins to pepper kisses on your hair and cheek, slowly grinding all the cum back inside you; he despises seeing it leave you, "are you okay?"

"yes, sir..."

he frowns, thumb caressing your chin in a slow motion, "i told you to call me yingxing," your vision is blurry due to the tears bubbling up your eyes, but you swear you could hear him pout at that.

before you could answer, he flipped you over, a pair of muscular arms supporting your trembling body as he positioned you to sit back on the sink, "i guess i need to fuck you some more, don't i? that way, your pretty little brain will never forget my name again," his smile turns into a full-blown grin, eyes sharp with mischief; and you know that this stress-relieving session is going to take longer than you expected.

#cottage's secret｡ #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr smut #honkai star rail x reader #yingxing x reader #yingxing x you #blade x reader #blade x you

[faraway-archive]

Favorite Secretary

Yan!CEO x GN (secretary) Reader

Tw: yandere behavior, smut, mind corruption

AN; Sorry for any mistakes, and no plot- smut :p

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Gasping for air as you grasp his desk as he keeps fucking you. Trying to keep your moans down as his cock fits perfectly into your hole, as if it was made for him and that just made him more feral. He wants to hear more of you, if only you didn't have to be quite while he fucks you brainless. Every time both of you have sex he is very happy about ruining your career, he did everything in his power to make sure you only work with him. That you are under his control. He made sure you got rejected and blacklisted from working anywhere else but his company. Even better that you are his secretary, it helps to make sure you are closer to him than before.

He keeps ramming into you and grabs your waist tightly, making sure you don't fall onto his desk. He wants to make sure you feel his dick inside of you, at some point he pulls you up and makes you sit on his dick. Opening up your legs and just starts ramming his dick into your hole, you lost it and moaned loudly. You can't help it, his dick feels good as he keeps going in and out, it doesn't help that he is taller and buffer to. He has all that muscle and it wasn't for show, it's something that he can use to his advantage.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. You love taking my cock right? Panting like crazy, grabbing my arm as if that can stop me from being in your tight hole."

You couldn't say anything but moan. His dick is too good, too good for you to mumble anything but a slight 'yes'. Grabbing his arms as he goes into you, begging to cum. You can't help it- his dick is too good for you to keep it in longer and you just need to let it go. You can't think straight anymore besides his dick. You hate it, you wish that you didn't have to come to this life. If only you didn't get blacklisted from the job site, you could have been anywhere else. But on the other hand you can't deny, this job is good and it helps keep you afloat in the current world. If only your CEO wasn't so.... obsessed with you, but I guess that comes with the job.

"I will only cum if you beg for it." "Please let me cum! Let me, please please," You kept blabbing, unable to make coherent sentences or thoughts. His dick is too much for you. "Cum then, since you're desperate enough for my dick."

As soon as you came, he still kept going. At this point you felt overwhelmed and your legs shake violently. Soon after he came inside of you- no warning as you feel his cum inside of you. Gasping as he slowly pulls his dick out, watching his cum drip out of your hole.

"Good.. you did so well. I'm proud of my little secretary, taking my dick well. But you did moan loudly... ah well that's another time. Good job." Smiling as he helps clean you up, dressing you in your outfit and watching you struggle to leave his office as if nothing happened.

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Below this is old writing, I didn't like the way it was heading so yeah, didn't feel like deleted it LOL

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ You always kept quiet and did your own things. Wondering why the CEO would make you be his own secretary, didn't he have one before? You wonder what happened to them. Shaking your head you continued your job, scheduling meetings, responding to emails, all sorts of boring but important tasks. While in the mists of your task, Lux, the CEO called you to his office. That's weird, he never called you to his office unless it was an emergency. Aka you fucked up. Gulping, you finished up sending the last email and began to walk up to his office.

While you were walking up to his office, Lux was eagerly waiting for you. He has done so much to get you to be this close, just a bit more and you will be his. He was able to mess up your life to the point to where you now depend on this job to survive. He was getting tired of his old sectary anyways, but you. You were appealing to him. Something about you appealed to his taste, you were someone so pure, kind-hearted, something that he mostly lacked. You touched his heart when he first saw you in that small café. He was going to pass that until he heard your voice, and than he saw you. You captivated his attention. He just had to have you. To make you his. He smiles as he eagerly waited for you, he just can't wait to make you his. No matter what.

You made it to his office, standing in front of it you softly knocked. Hearing a muffled 'come in' you opened the door. Lux. The CEO sitting in his desk, smiling at you and gesturing to come closer to his desk. You do, very shakily. When you arrived at his desk, he stands up and walks towards you, Lux towering over you as he slowly leans in to your face. You slowly back away from him until your back hits his desk.

Glancing up at him he smirks, one of his hands holds the back of your hair and yanks it. Making you look at his ceiling and felt his breath on your neck. Kissing your neck as his other hand travels down into your pants. Gasping as he quickly unbottles your pants and watching it slide down.

#✒ fx's writing #my ocs #gn reader #male yandere #smut #x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere ceo #yandere lemons #tw yandere #yandere boss #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere smut #yandere nsft

[adorethedistance]

I Don’t Just Like You - Trevor Zegras x Hughes!Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, tension/fighting, jealousy, Dixie lmao

Words: 2161

Summary: Tension builds with Trevor over his new partnership until the two of you confess your feelings.

A/n: Y'all I am so not doing well rn. I am processing a break up and questioning my social circle and im so lonely that I needed to write some angst to cope with it all. Hope yall like this one and maybe it'll get a smut part two depending on whether or not I can handle writing that rn lol. Enjoy!

Moose: call me ASAP

Me: sorry Luke. can’t rn

Moose: Awesome 😎

My hands quake with anxiety as I fiddle with the tarnished silver ring adorning my pointer finger. The moisture of my skin eases the movement of turning the ring around my finger. I hiss when the gemstone catches on the skin of my middle finger and immediately drop my hands. 

Currently, I’m staring down at the risky text I just sent Trevor. About an hour ago he had messaged me:

Trev: hey sorry can’t swing tn after all 

Trev: rain check?

My jaw tightens with contempt and I huff out a sigh as my bottom lip trembles. I feel pathetic for just how impacted I am by his every word. I angrily hit the digital keys of my phone’s keyboard as I type my reply.

Me: really? 

Me: again??

Trev: don’t be like that

I’m not the most confrontational person. On any given day some might say I’m the furthest thing from confrontational. To put it rather plainly, I just don’t like it. I hate the way I get anxiety butterflies in my stomach. I hate absorbing the emotions of the other person, especially when rejection is involved. I hate what projections I’m opening myself up to receiving from the other person. There are too many pitfalls and not enough landing pads. Which is why it’s so out of character for me to press him on this.

Me: like what Trev?

This is the third time in a row Trevor has cancelled plans on me. I don’t know if he’s aware of that. I don’t even know what he’s been up to lately. He’s refused to tell me what he’s been doing instead, which didn’t raise my suspicions by any means until mom sent me an article. She knows about how my crush on Trevor has had roots in our childhoods. 

Trev: you know what I’m talking about

After I stopped playing hockey with my brothers, I was still always around to notice Trevor’s presence in our home. When I moved to California for college, I wanted to chase my music dreams but I didn’t realize it would come at the expense of my support system. Being long distance with my family put me in a hard spot, but having a familiar face to rely on made the adjustment easier. As we spent more time together independent of my brothers, Trevor and I became close friends. The problem was my crush has been growing ever since we became friends, hence why mom sent me an article called, “Did Dixie D’Amelio admit to dating Trevor Zegras?”.

Me: at least say it with your chest

Sent. Delivered. I wait. Trevor’s response bubble appears for a second. It disappears, then reappears, then disappears again. I’m about ready to toss my phone across the room when his message delivers.

Trev: call me

I groan out in frustration and this time actually end up chucking my phone onto my bed. I run my hands through my hair, along the warm expanse of my scalp. A self-soothing gesture by all means. I pace to one side of my room before using the momentum of my steps to start back towards my phone. Just as I have it in my hand, Trevor’s contact picture covers the screen and illuminates in my grasp. I scoff out a sort of half groan and then answer.

“What, Trevor?”

“Hey, Y/n I’m great. Thanks for asking! How are you?” He responds sardonically to my cold greeting. I bite my tongue, torn between tearing into him and the stronger desire to laugh through my rage. He takes my exhale as a cue to continue. “What’s going on, Hughesy?”

In a single moment, my anger dissolves. The tenderness of that nickname, which was once reserved solely for my brothers, now belongs to me. In this moment, I find myself thinking about how grateful I am that Trevor was there for me as I transitioned into college. But the looming threat of a smile quickly vanishes as I remember how that care is nullified by Trevor’s abundantly active dating life.

“Y/nnnn?” Trevor hums into the phone.

“What?” I respond dryly.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is you cancelling on me for the third time in a row.”

“Is it really the third time in a row?” He asks under his breath, indicating he may not have intended to say it out loud at all. I roll my eyes, still actively fighting the urge to just lay into him.

“Yes, Trevor, it is!” I can practically hear him wince through the phone at the fact that I’m calling him Trevor instead of the default nickname permanently programmed into my phone. 

“Who’s that?” I hear softly over the phone. My heart flutters like a coal mine parakeet in a cage and I bite my lip, willing myself not to cry if it turns out Dixie is on the other side. Trevor whispers back,

“It’s Y/n.”

“Hey, Y/n!” Mason’s on the other end. 

“Not a good time,” Trevor tells him. Mason curses and then apologizes before retreating from Trevor’s general area. “Sorry, you were saying?” Trevor tells me at regular volume.

“You were cancelling on me again.”

“Oh. Right. I…” he switches the phone to the other ear, “I…don’t know what you want me to say.” Hello?! Could he be any more oblivious?!

“I want you to tell me what is going on!” I whine into the phone, “What is it you’re so busy with doing that you can’t see me for a week, huh? I get that you’re a professional athlete and you have a busy schedule. But I know your schedule and I know you still have a decent amount of free time. So what have you been doing?” Trevor breathes, in, then out and says,

“I’ve been seeing someone lately…” I feel my heart shatter into the tiniest fractals of what it once was and I cover my mouth to choke back the growing lump in my throat.

“I can’t do this right now,” I say with the utmost hurt lacing my voice, pulling the phone away from my ear to abruptly hang up on Trevor. I toss my phone on my bed once more, ignoring how the screen lights up with Trevor’s contact picture. It’s a new breed of psychological torture to sit here and ignore the calls, so I leave my phone in my bedroom as I go to splash cold water on my face. 

When I reenter my bedroom, I ignore the buzzing device to put on a comfortable pair of pajamas. He’s called once, twice, a fourth, and a fifth before finally giving up. Despite my phone being silent, I don’t trust it enough to take it with me and leave it to charge on my bed. I settle on the couch to open my new pint of Ben and Jerry’s, putting on my favorite show in the hopes of laughing through the pain. 

Somewhere between first and second episode, I had dozed off after returning the ice cream to the freezer. I’m not sure what it is about crying that knocks me on my ass like that, all I know is that it works. 

I’m abruptly pulled from my sleep when I hear the harsh banging on my front door. I jump up from the couch, the spike in adrenaline carrying me out of my sleepy haze. When I get to the front door, some of the tiredness catches up with me again and I groggily open the front door. Behind it stands Trevor, with sad puppy eyes and a sheepish expression. I can’t help the scowl that comes to rest on my face when I see him, but he doesn’t falter. Instead, he pushes past me to come into the apartment and sits on the couch expectantly. Since there’s no way to physically remove him from my space, I bargain, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, as far from Trevor as I can manage. He doesn’t let the cold gesture phase him, and scooches obliviously into the center of the couch.

“What’s going on Hughsey?” I scoff at the nickname and Trevor cringes in frustration. “What is this?”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Why are you icing me out all of a sudden?”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I ask, spiteful, with malice. 

“Clearly not since I’m here spending time with you.”

“Was that so hard for you to do? I mean, with your busy schedule and all?”

“What are you-” Trevor pauses for a split second. “Wait, are you… jealous? Y/n?”

I want to protest. I want to scream and rant and bite back, how he could be so conceited to think I’d be jealous of a relationship that I previously thought was rumored? But I can’t. 

Because he’s right.

I bite my tongue. There’s nothing else I can do. Not unless I want to make an even bigger fool of myself than I already have.

“Oh my god, that’s totally it. You’re jealous.” Trevor says, complete with a laugh and a sigh. The shame of actually being jealous of a girl I’ve never met, the disappointment of finding out Trevor is dating someone, and the exhaustion from already having cried earlier comes collapsing down on me at once. Hot tears well on the lining of my lashes and I stare at the ground, afraid to draw attention to myself. Upon seeing me cry, Trevor’s smile immediately vanishes and he scoots closer once more.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay.” He envelops me in a hug that I’m too overwhelmed to reciprocate. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” 

I merely shake my head, unaware of what I could even say in this moment.

“I was… I was just laughing ‘cause I should’ve known.”

“Should’ve known what?”

“That you’d be jealous.” I wriggle out of the hug and look at Trevor sincerely.

“How would you have known?”

“You know, for as long as I can remember, your brothers have talked about you having a crush on me.” I cower in humiliation, my face glowing hotter than the surface of the sun.

“I wish they wouldn’t have.”

“No?” Trevor asks, genuinely.

“It’s embarrassing,” I confess, fully recoiling from the physical contact he had initiated before. 

“It’s cute.” Trevor earnestly admits as he takes my hand in his. I scoff instinctively but don’t pull my hand away again.

“I don’t need your pity, Trev.” I say so softly he nearly misses the sentiment. Once he processes my worlds, I feel him physically relax next to me at the sound of his familiar nickname.

“Well, what do you need? I’m here now.”

“I honestly don’t know.” I finally dare to meet his eyes. He’s looking at me so sweetly, earnestly. As if I hadn’t just chewed him out two minutes earlier. Then, I look away before I can say what I’m about to say next. “I don’t just like you.” Trevor’s face lifts ever so slightly. The extent of which, one might miss had they not known him a lifetime the way I have.

 “You know… the only reason I started seeing her was to get over you.”

“What?” I ask, sharply whipping my head to stare at Trevor, as if awaiting the reveal that this was just some elaborate prank from the start.

“Yeah. I started dating Dixie because I thought dating someone different would distract me. You know, it’s not a good look to have a crush on your best friend’s little sister.”

My heartrate picks up with his confession. This feels too good to be true. As if real life is waiting for us right outside the front door. The real life that doesn’t see me and Trevor together ever in our lifetimes. Terrified of the change that would occur from letting him walk away, I reach up and hold his face in my hands, kissing him passionately. Trevor wraps his hand around my wrist and kisses me back with twice as much fervor. 

We break apart, out of breath and full of smiles. Trevor looks at me for guidance and we fizzle into a nervous laughter. I reach up and brush my thumb tenderly across his cheekbone. He grabs my hand and turns his head, placing a sweet kiss on my palm. I then reach up and break the moment by ruffling my hand through his hair to mess it up.

“Hey!” He yells, grabbing waist to dig his hands into my sides. I screech with laughter as I try to escape. Trevor eventually yields and slips his hands from my sides to interlace with one another and pull me closer. I scoot in to sit against him, sitting half on top of him as our breathing falls in sync.

“I don’t just like you, too, Hughesy.” I smile.

“...You should probably call Dixie.”

“Oh shit.”

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A/N: not my best work but not my worst either!

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[banquetwriter]

can u write a smut of an insecure plus sized goth reader x johnnie please? she's a virgin and after being together for a few months she asks him could they do it, and he eats her out n fucks her n stuff 🙏🙏 make it really soft pls and thank u i love ur work btw 🖤🖤

୨୧ Batty love ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ goth!fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ smut, losing virginity, getting eaten out, general shenanigans

summary: ʚ johnnie isn’t gonna let you being inexperienced stop him from devouring you ɞ

Words: 2234

An: i know this isn't the best but I'm legitimately do sick rn 😔

You haven't stopped looking at your phone for at least two days. Johnnie, your boyfriend, had just hard-launched your relationship for the first time on Instagram. And to your shock, 95% of the comments were so positive. Everyone complimented your goth appearance.

This much praise was addicting. Being plus size meant a lot of insecurities made by the pathetic losers of society. There were of course a few nice comments… those were the ones you kept staring at. Criticizing your looks or body.

Johnnie had warned you about this happening, and you promised him the world knowing about you two was worth it, and it was, but god did it hurt. Johnnie Was out streaming with Jake today so that left you alone for a good few hours.

It was useless trying to wait around crying over some loser online who couldn't handle the fact their celebrity crush didn't pick them. You sat up rubbing your face carefully not trying to hit your piercings at all. You scrolled around on your phone’s playlist before connecting to a speaker.

You started to shift through your closet to come up with an outfit. Maybe you and Johnnie could go out tonight? It was hard to get dressed in full goth normally, especially when you weren't feeling good about yourself.

You settled on a long black skirt with silver shiny bats that were sporadically speckled on it and paired it with an ‘i ❤️ emo boys’ t-shirt with a corset. You put your outfit on by pairing your black stockings and fishnet top for your arms.

You sat down at your desk singing along to your beloved playlist. You turned your light on your mirror searching for your hair clips. You managed to locate them by clipping your hair out of your face. Your music was briefly interrupted by a text notification.

You pick up your phone and it is from Johnnie, ‘should be done soon. Just filmed for Jake's, we're gonna do mine now. Probably just dick around Walmart or something. See you soon love 🖤’ you smiled at his text.

You responded back within seconds ‘Have fun filming (but not too much fun without me lol) 🖤🖤’

You sat your phone down, adjusting your shirt, and you started on your makeup. You put on primer, then foundation, the concealer, and to finish your base off you pack on some powder letting it sit on your face. You pulled out your phone and snapped a selfie of your half-done make-up.

You stuck your tongue off a little for the picture. You posted it on your main Instagram story with a goth song of course. Your Instagram gained quite a few followers from Johnnie’s post. It was exciting and also very scary.

You decided the powder baking on your face was about done so you brushed it off. You grabbed your contour brush and packed some onto it. You started to crave your face onto the white base using the black powder.

Now it was time for your eye makeup. It was the hardest part. You spent a good while meticulously adding your eyeliner and eyeshadow. Once you were done, sufficiently looking like a bat, you finished it off with black lipstick and some setting spray.

You put on accessories and teased your hair to high heaven. And you were all ready. You sprayed some perfume on and looked in the mirror. Fuck did you look good. You posed a little admiring yourself, you took your phone out again and decided to take a few pictures.

This time you posted them as posts and not a story so anyone could say anything. It scared you but you couldn't hide forever. You were dating Johnnie and no one could change that.

It took only a few minutes before the comments came rolling in. All of which were positive, it made your heart soar with all the compliments. You were smiling until you read one: ‘Johnnie eating good tonight’ . It was a nice comment and funny naturally.

There was just one issue. You and Johnnie haven't had sex yet, and furthermore, you have never had sex. Ever. Sure you used a few toys here and there but never has another person shared such an intimate moment with you. You had already worried yourself sick about this. Johnnie Was sexually active and therefore, inevitably he would want to have sex with you.

You were ready… you think at least. You wanted to, of course you did, have you seen your boyfriend? He was such a fucking hottie. You had plenty of dreams of ripping his clothes off and going under the covers. You were just nervous.

You did actually weigh a lot more than your boyfriend and no offense to him he wasn't exactly built to handle all you could offer. The nerves rattled through your body. But you were a full-grown woman and there wasn't anything wrong with taking your time to have sex.

If Johnnie didn't understand that (which you're sure he would) then this wasn't the relationship for you. You shook your thoughts of breaking up with Johnnie away. This wasn't a time to worry.

It was only a few more minutes before Johnnie came home. He stepped into your apartment, and he stopped when looking at you. His jaw faltered open. “Wow, how are you mine?” he asked, closing the door, his hands wrapping around your waist.

“From your strapping good looks and charm of course.” you purred, moving a strand of his hair from his face. You planted a small kiss on his now-exposed skin. “Yeah sure,” he murmured against your hair, planting a small kiss on the top of your head.

You smiled at him, your eyes holding each other. His eyes seem to almost darken looking at you. You pull him into a kiss, one he gladly returns. His hands are holding onto your corseted waist. Even through the thick fabric, you can feel him clutching your body.

Your kisses got more heated as he started to move his hands down your body. You had done this with him before. It didn't scare you much anymore. Of course it was nerve-racking, but not scary. His touch felt so nice even if it was through your clothes.

He slowly moaned into your mouth as you gently tugged his hair. “Fuck,” he muttered slowly pulling away from you. He wrapped his hands into your pulling you towards your couch. Your nerves jumped into your throat knowing what was coming.

And yes you wanted to so fucking bad, you needed your hot boyfriend inside you. He gently pushed you onto the couch, you fell back ruining your cute decorative pillows. He positions himself between your legs, his mouth hungry to devour all of you.

You wanted to enjoy him you really did but your heart was pounding out of your chest with nerves. “Johnnie-” you asked quietly against his lips. He pulled back sensing your worry. “We haven't done anything yet-” you started, unsure how to keep going you stayed silent.

“It's fine if you don't wanna, you know, tonight.” he spoke softly, “No trust me I want to. It's just that I've never done that before. I've never had sex before.” you confessed. You could see his eyes widen. You felt like you were holding his breath.

“Woah, really?” he asked, leaning towards you, a small cheeky smile plastered on his lips. “Yeah, not that I’m waiting for marriage or something but I don't know I just haven't yet,” you said shrugging. “That's ok, are you still down to or?” he asks, staring at you sheepishly.

“Of course I am, I just need you to be slow I guess,” you whispered to him. He glances at your lips for a minute, “I can do that.” he says before your lips crash onto one another.

His hand crept down to your ankle and slowly started to run his hand up your legs, he reached the end of your stocking. He hooked his fingers over the clothing and pulled them off your body repeating it for your other leg.

He looked into your eyes as he slipped hai hands back under your skirt, hooking delicate fingers over your panties and slowly pulling them off your body. The feeling of his hands on your thighs was sending waves of pleasure to your core.

You've been horny before but nothing compared to the feelings you felt as your boyfriend slowly lowered to his knees. Kissing up and down your legs. “Are you doing ok?” he asks between kisses up your thighs.

“Y-yeah I'm good,” you said quietly, eyes watching Johnnie like a hawk. He smirks against your skin. He slowly pushes your skirt up your body revealing your bare legs. He placed a tender kiss on the top of your cunt.

You swore you could see stars with the amount of pleasure That coursed through you. The end of your fingers and toes felt tingly and cold. Johnnie moved up to face again, he slowly started to kiss you again. “M’gonna move my hand now. Like my fingers ok?” he said against your lips.

“Ok,” you whispered back, and you spread your legs widely for him. He slowly dipped his finger into your sopping cunt. You let out a gasp at the sensation. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. It felt good but it wasn't enough for you.

As if Johnnie could read your mind, he pumped out of you once again. When he entered back in he had two fingers this time. It stung for a second or two then pleasure returned to your body as he started to curve his finger into you.

“Oh fuck.” you moaned out, you can guess how people get addicted to this feeling. You felt like a little pervy teenager with raging hormones. The feeling of Johnnie hitting your G-spot repeatedly was sending you over the edge.

“Johnnie.” you mewled out, to nothing in particular. “I need more please,” you begged, having a sense of missing something. “If you insist on it my love.” he pulled out of you, his fingers dripping wet. You watched as he crouched down further.

He kissed slowly on your thighs before reaching your clit. He pressed a soft kiss right on your spot. You felt yourself clench over nothing and it drove you wild. He continued kissing down until he reached your hole. He slowly prodded his tongue into you.

Very gently at first to help you get used to the feeling. You felt the pleasure tenfold as soon as he began to rub your clit, fully pumping his tongue in and out of you. “Oh fuck hold on,” you murmured to him.

He stopped cocking his head slightly. You quickly snap off your corset, immediately releasing tension in your gut. You quickly pulled your shirt off, your bra going with it.

You were now naked minus the skirt bunched up around your waist. “M’fuck.” he whispered looking at your tits. He had what looked like a painful erection at this point. His skinny jeans looked like they were gonna burst open.

“You ready?” you asked him, gesturing to his painfully hard erection. “Fuck yeah,” he whined undoing his studded belt, he started to further undress himself. You followed suit pushing your skirt down.

Once he was completely naked, he leaned down and started to kiss you again. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped a few times attempting to get ready for your body. After about a minute he lined up his leaking cock to your entrance.

He slowly pushed into you. You let out a wanton gasp as he bottomed out. “Fuck.” he growled into your ear. He fumbled around trying to find your hand and brought it down to your clit. You started to rub to your pleasure.

At the same time, he started to push into you slowly at first then after a minute he began to push into you at a quicker pace. “Fuck your so tight. So glad I get this pussy all to myself,” he whined into your ear. You couldn't hold yourself anymore. The coil in your stomach was going to snap.

You felt The familiar feeling bubbling in your stomach and your limbs. “Im gonna fucking cum.” you whined out, grabbing at his torso and leaving a long scratch. Johnnie held your eye contact nodding at you.

The coil finally snapped, your walls clenching around him. “Johnnie-” you whined, your back arching. Your body shaking from your orgasm, sent him completely over the edge.

Hit ropes of cum splattered inside you as he fucked you through his own orgasm. Your breath slowly returned back to your body as you saw Johnnie cleaning your body up with a damp towel.

“Are you ok?” he asked quietly, tossing the rag into the laundry basket. He misses but he just took his girlfriend's virginity so he isn't particularly worried about where it landed. “Yeah I'm fucking great right now actually,” you murmured.

He giggles pulling his clothes back on. You did the same, pulling out your phone to see your makeup completely fucked. Your eyeliner and mascara dripped down, the sweat sucking your makeup into your skin, your lipstick beyond fucked.

You pulled out your phone and snapped one last photo for your Instagram

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[morgana-larkin]

just saw that u r now accepting chessy prompts, ofc I'm gonna go send another crazy, SILLY one [😭] anw, here it goes 🫴🏼✨

So Annie and Hallie has a new personal music teacher, she's giving golden retriever vibes and a type of go with the flow person. Reason why the twins immediately liked and picked her as their music teacher. She goes to the twins' house every weekend for their piano lessons. First time she arrived in the house, it seemed like no one is there yet few doors are open so she let herself in to search. However, Chessy who wasn't informed about the teacher's arrival immediately sprung into the action because of the unknown woman who looks like sneaking around. The music teacher is about to go back when she bumped into someone [or rather been tackled to the floor by someone] and then the person started questioning her a strictly about who is she, why's is she there, what's she's doing inside and the likes. Turns out, chessy thought that r is a thief and r is like "really?! A thief?! I'm literally wearing a floral dress and I thought I look cute today :( ... yet you thought I'm a thief?!" and then chessy was like "yeah, you are cute but hey, looks can be deceiving, so now tell me who are you and why are you here?!! " r is about to answer when the twins and the parents gets inside because of the commotion and rather became flabbergasted especially the twins when they saw their dear nanny, chessy tackling their dear music teacher into the floor, altho shocked seeing the scene, the twins looked at each other with a knowing smile

Hi! I really loved this prompt you sent in for Chessy and I’ll be honest. I don’t know what the fuck happened. I started writing it and then all of a sudden I’m at 5000 words and the story gets completely carried away. Anyway as always, not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m still accepting Melissa and Chessy prompts! Send whatever you want, I do it all! Fluff, angst, smut. Although if you request a not happy ending then I will do that but then write a part 2 with a happy ending lol. This is my first Chessy prompt so let me know what you think!

Music Of Her Heart

Warnings: just lots of doubting, reader gets sick

Words: 5.15k

Annie and Hallie are 12 now, 4 months from turning 13, and have recently gotten into the piano and wanted piano lessons. Their parents immediately agreed and started looking at people who give at home piano lessons. They found you and met with you and the twins immediately liked you.

So that Saturday at noon you went over to their house for their first piano lesson. You’ll be giving a 4 hour lesson instead of 2 since there’s 2 of them. You went up the path from the driveway to their house and saw the door was open. You stopped at the door and said a “hello” but no one answered. You stepped in the house and looked around for someone but didn’t see anyone. You were walking backwards more into the house and looked at the house. When you turned around to look one more time before leaving you found yourself getting tackled to the ground with a “ahh” from you.

“Who are you and why are you here, you thief?” The person asked you and straddled your lap and pinned your arms to the floor. You look at them shocked.

“Really?! A thief?! I’m literally wearing a floral dress and I thought I looked cute today.” You say and you frown. “Yet you thought I’m a thief?!” She looks at you surprised of your answer, not expecting that at all.

“Yeah, you are cute but hey, looks can be deceiving. So now tell me who you are and why are you here?!!” She asks you.

You open your mouth to respond but then you hear footsteps running inside. You look and see the twins and their parents running inside upside down since you’re still pinned to the floor.

“What’s going on here?!? We heard yelling.” Nick said.

“Hey guys, I’m here for your piano lesson and got tackled by this strong but beautiful woman.” You said cheerfully. The twins looked at each then looked at Cheesy pinning you down and you calling her beautiful and they grin.

“Piano lesson?” Chessy says.

“Ya it’s alright Chessy, she’s our piano teacher and here for our lesson, sorry we forgot to tell you.” Hallie says.

You look up at her. “Chessy? Oh you’re the nanny! Hi, I’m y/n, I would reach out to shake your hand but they’re kinda pinned down at the moment.” You tell her and she lets go of your hands, gets off of you and helps you up.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” Chessy says, a bit embarrassed, you wave her off.

“Don’t worry about it, good to know this house has a great bodyguard.” You tell her with a wink and her cheeks go pink. You see her wearing beige khakis, a pushed in pink shirt and a denim sweater. “You look cute too by the way.” You tell her and she looks down at the ground a bit embarrassed and puts her hands in her pockets.

“Maybe I could make you a snack or something, as an apology.” She offers and you could tell she feels guilty.

“Oh you don’t have to make me anything, I already told you it’s fine. It’s honestly been awhile since I was pinned down by a woman.” You say and she looks right up at you. “But if you really want to make me something then I won’t say no.” You tell her and she smiles. You smile back at her then turn to the twins and clap your hands once. “So where’s your piano?” You ask them. They smiled at you then run up and grabbed one hand each and pull you to the living room with a ‘woah’ from you.

“Careful girls, don’t want to hurt her.” Elizabeth yelled after them. Chessy looked at the parents with an airy “ok” then went to the kitchen to make a snack for you and the twins.

An hour later, you were trying to teach Hallie the first part of ‘Twinkle twinkle little star’, surprisingly Annie got it almost right away but Hallie was struggling a bit. You were sitting beside Hallie on the piano bench and she was finishing the first part of the song when Chessy came into the room. As soon as Hallie finished, both of them asked for a small break to which you gave them. They both ran off and you were alone with Chessy.

“Hey Chessy.” You said to her happily.

“Uh hi” she replied nervously. You look at her with a confused expression.

“Do I make you nervous? Cause if I do then I’m sorry, I don’t want you to feel nervous around me.” You told her.

“No no it’s not anything you did.” She said and you saw the food in her hand.

“Is this still about earlier? Cause I already told you that it’s alright, I’m not mad or annoyed about it at all. I never was. More offended that you thought I was a thief in a dress. Cause honestly if you were a thief, it probably wouldn’t be the best to wear a dress.” You said and she laughed.

“Maybe you could have been the pretty distraction, who knows.�� She told you and walked over to you a bit.

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked with a quirked eyebrow and her cheeks turned pink.

“I… I- I brought food.” She said, changing the subject.

“I’m sure the twins will appreciate that when they come back.” You told her with a smile.

“One of them is for you.” She said and you looked confused.

“You brought me food?”

“I told you I would.”

“I guess you did.” You tell her with a giggle. She still looks nervous so you did something that might ease her. “Come here.” You told her and patted the spot next to you on the bench. She looked stunned but then put the plates on a small coffee table near the couch and joined you. “Have you ever played piano before?” You asked and she shook her head. “Well try this.” You said to her and played a few notes. She looked at the piano and didn’t know where to start and you pointed to the first key to play. She tried to repeat it but she kept messing up. “Here.” You said and got up and went behind her and placed your hand on top of hers. You moved her hand over the keys to play and you felt her start to shake. “Are you ok?” You asked her. “I feel you shaking.”

“Ya I’m alright. Just, I heard you playing so beautifully and here I am messing up a few notes.” She said with a laugh.

You snorted. “Chessy, it took me years to be where I am now. I started the same way, messing up a few notes. But then I got better.”

“Can you play a song? Just any song, just to hear you play more.” She asked nervously and you nodded.

“Sure.” You said to her and started to play a song that you thought she might know. She smiled as you started to play and sing the song ‘my heart will go on’ by Celine Dion. “Near, far, wherever you are, I believe that the heart does go on.” You sang and she looks at you with soft eyes and a warm smile. Everyone else seemed to hear and walked in to watch as well. Nick and Elizabeth came in from the backyard and the twins came from somewhere in the house. Not only did they watch you play but they saw how Chessy was looking at you and they knew that their nanny has a crush. “You are safe in my heart and my heart will go on and on.” You finish and look at her with a smile only to find her already looking at you, neither one of you noticed the other people in the room.

Not until the twins started clapping and startled both of you. “I guess you’d want to continue your lesson.” Chessy said to you and the twins while getting up off the bench.

“I’m not sure, you looked pretty comfortable there.” Hallie said and Annie grinned beside her. Chessy rolled her eyes at them. “I made you guys some snacks.” Chessy said and showed the plates.

“Who’s the third plate for?” Annie said.

“The third one is for y/n.” Chessy said and they smiled. “Don’t be saying anything, she’s a guest here.” Chessy said, knowing they were about to say something that might expose her crush. The twins went back to their lesson while Chessy went back to the kitchen to make some tea. “Do you guys want tea?” Chessy asked Nick and Elizabeth.

“No, I'm good.” Nick said and Elizabeth said the same thing before going back outside.

Chessy continued watching you give the twins a piano lesson from the couch, pretending to be reading a book, with her glasses on and everything. You kept looking back at her and every time you do, you see Chessy turning a page. You must have amazing timing, you thought. Every time you look, Chessy notices and turns a page to keep up her pretending.

After 2 hours, the twins asked for another small break and that again leaves you alone with Chessy. You decide to skip a bit to her, the few feet away that she is and lean on the back of the couch, right behind her.

“Whatcha reading?” You ask and she looks back at you then shows you the cover, she was reading the first Harry Potter book. “Ah. That was a good book. Did you hear they’re turning it into a movie?” You ask her and she shook her head. “Ya I heard it’s coming out next year sometime.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Well maybe we could go see it together.” She says before she could stop herself.

“Ya we could.” You tell her. “Do you still work on the weekends?” You ask her.

“Ya, but I get a lot of breaks. Like right now, I’m just reading, but I do have to start making supper in about 30 minutes.” She says and you go around the couch to sit beside her. Chessy places a bookmark, as if she was reading, then faces you. “So what made you become a piano teacher?” She asks you.

“Well I love the piano and always felt like teaching it would be a lot more fun than being in an orchestra or a band or something like that.” You told her. “And I love watching the progress of people, it’s always amazing to watch how happy they get when they make progress.” You add and she smiles. “You’re really pretty when you smile.” You say to her and she quickly frowns and cheeks go pink. “Not that you’re not pretty when you don’t smile, cause you are.” You quickly add, thinking that was the reason for her quick facial expression change. “And, I’ll just stop talking now.” You say.

The twins enter at that moment and you hear Chessy take a breath, you think of relief and you think that maybe she doesn’t like you being close to her or talking to her. And you think back to your conversation and realised that maybe when she said she had to make supper soon, was her telling you to leave her alone to read. On Chessy’s end, she breathed a sigh of relief cause she almost just admitted her crush to you. She has no idea if you even like women, sure you’ve called her pretty and beautiful but it could just be who you are, she wants to get to know you more.

After the lesson was done, Chessy was in the kitchen, finishing up dinner, when you and the twins walked in.

“Hey you two, did you like the lesson?” She asked the twins and they both nodded and grinned, then proceeded to tell her what they learned. She really tried to pay attention to them, but kept staring at you every so often. You were looking at the twins talking and caught Chessy staring at you a couple times. I guess it was your cue to go, you thought. Chessy on the other hand was wondering if you’d stay for dinner. Just then Nick and Elizabeth came into the kitchen.

“Hey everyone, oh you made Chili, how wonderful.” Elizabeth said. “Y/n are you staying for dinner?” She asked you.

“Oh, I should probably get back home now actually.” In truth, you wanted to stay but kept thinking that Chessy didn’t want you there. “But I’ll see you 2 next Saturday.” You told the twins and they all said their goodbye to you.

A week passed by and you came to the house again for another lesson. You were greeted by Elizabeth and yelled at the twins to come down for their lesson. You entered the house and saw Nick on the couch next to the piano and didn’t see Chessy anywhere. You began the lesson and about half an hour in, you hear the front door open and close and someone carrying bags to the kitchen. You carry on with the lesson then see Chessy cleaning up a bit a few minutes later. You continue on to try and ignore her presence since you still think she doesn’t like you, but it’s hard when she looks so good. Her look you think is simple yet beautiful.

The twins asked for breaks a couple of times, and instead of talking to Chessy like you did last time. You continued with the song you were making in your notebook. Chessy noticed the change in you from last week and thought that maybe something happened but didn’t want to pry. Or maybe you were writing something important and that’s why you didn’t talk to her. She got close enough to you to actually see what you were writing without being obvious. You were writing music notes and what looked like a music sheet, were you making your own music?

Once the lesson was over, you did the same thing as last time, pretty much left right away. Chessy didn’t like that she couldn’t talk to you as much but thought maybe next week she could. She was wrong. You did the same thing as last week, and she was starting to miss you, somehow even after only talking to you a hand full of times, she missed talking to you after you stopped talking to her.

On the fourth week she decided to say something. When the twins went to take a break, she approached you where you were writing in your notebook. “I couldn’t help but notice that you’re writing music.” She says to you and you look up at her confused.

“Um ya, I write my own songs here and there. No big deal.” You tell her with a shrug.

“I think it’s cool.” She simply says and you’re wondering why she’s talking to you.

“Well thank you.” You tell her then go back to your notebook. Chessy notices that you basically just tried to block her from conversation but she wants answers.

“Why did you stop talking to me?” She asks and you freeze then look up at her.

“What?” You ask and she explains.

“The first time you were here, you kept talking to me and then all of a sudden you stopped. You still talk to Nick or Elizabeth if you see them but not me. Why’s that?” She says.

“Because you don’t like me.” You tell her with a shrug before going back to your notebook.

Chessy looks at you surprised. She begins to look back at your sudden change in behaviour towards her and when it started and what she could have possibly done to make you think that. But she couldn’t think of anything.

“What makes you think that?” She asks you.

“Because of the way you act towards me. You kept brushing me off that first day so I stopped talking to you. Then you didn’t say anything to me after so I figured I was right to stop talking to you.” You tell her and look up at her surprised face. “It’s ok if you don’t like me. Not everyone does, for some people I seem too happy or energetic.” You tell her and she looks at you confused.

“I never disliked you.” She told you, you don’t really believe her. You think maybe she’s just saying that to be nice. “I’m sorry if you thought that I did. I didn’t mean to.” She told you and you could see she was being genuine. But she never said that she liked you, just that she didn’t dislike you, so you guess that she tolerates you then..? She really confuses you. You don’t really know how to respond to her so you just smile at her. Chessy sees you smile at her for the first time in 3 weeks and that makes her happy again and hope to finally get to know you now. “Did you want to stay for dinner tonight?” She asked you. “Nick and Elizabeth won’t mind, they’re always asking you to join us but you never do.” She tells you.

Chessy always wants you to join as well, she makes a bit extra every time but it always ends up being put into a container for whoever later. She sees the fight you’re having with yourself over the question and she thinks that you really did think that she didn’t like you, then it clicked. She was the reason you never stayed, you thought that she didn’t want you there. Which was the exact opposite, she wanted you there more.

“I would like it if you joined us for dinner tonight.” She told you and you froze.

“Are-are you sure?” You ask and she knew she was right in what you thought.

“Of course. I always make extra in case you decide to join.” She tells you and you look down and blush a bit.

“I just don’t want to inconvenience anyone.” You tell her. She just waves you off.

“Hun, I don’t think you could do that even if you tried.” She tells you and you smile.

“Well alright then, I can stay tonight.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Alright then. Do you have any allergies?” She asks and you shake your head. Just then the twins come back. The twins were listening to the entire conversation and hoped you two would talk. They know about their nanny’s crush which is why they usually ask for breaks when Chessy is around the room or not doing anything.

After the lesson the twins get super excited that you’re staying for dinner and run to tell their parents. You are left alone in the kitchen with Chessy.

“Here, you should taste this.” She tells you and holds a spoon with some sort of spaghetti sauce on it. You wrap your mouth around the spoon and taste the sauce as you pull away from the spoon.

“Wow, that’s really good.” You tell her and she beams. You two talk for a couple minutes before the twins and their parents enter.

“Hey, we heard you’re staying for dinner.” Nick says.

“Um ya, if that’s ok with you.” You say to them.

“Of course, you’re always invited.” Elizabeth says. They also caught on to Chessy’s crush and that’s why they always invite you to stay for dinner, so Chessy can spend more time with you and get to talk to you.

At the dinner table, the twins were on the ends of the table, Nick and Elizabeth on one side, you and Chessy on the other. You all dived into the spaghetti that Chessy made and you loved it.

“Omg Chessy, you’re an amazing cook.” You tell her and she blushes.

“Thank you.” She says

“Hey y/n, are you dating someone?” Hallie asks.

“Nope, I’m single.”

“Are you wanting to date?” Annie asks.

“Ya, it’s just hard to date these days, especially if you’re someone like me who doesn’t date men.” You say and Chessy immediately whips her head at you. You’re single and into women??? She almost couldn’t believe it.

“Oh wow, what a coincidence, Chessy is also single. Since she stopped seeing Martin.” Annie says and everyone looks at her.

“Who’s Martin?” You ask her.

“The butler mom had for me, but he switched careers last year.” Annie says.

You think about what she just said, Chessy dated men. Of course, you always have a crush on the straight girls. You were starting to flirt with Chessy but then stopped right there, you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself.

After dinner you thanked them for letting you stay for dinner and thanked Chessy for the amazing food and then you left.

The next week, you woke up not feeling too great but just thought that your period was gonna start so and it was gonna be a bitch. You showed up at the house for the lesson as usual and Chessy could immediately tell that something was off. You didn’t have your usual excitement behind your words and in your eyes, you still smiled but it seemed more forced right now. She decided to keep a close watch on you today. So she decided to read a book again on the couch while you give the lesson. She knew again you were off when you kept messing up the song. About an hour into the lesson, the twins had a break as usual and you took a deep breath and rubbed your eyes.

“You ok?” Chessy asked from the couch. You turned around to face her.

“Ya, I don’t know what’s wrong, I haven’t messed up this much since I was learning.” You told her. Chessy closed her book and stood up and put the book down on the coffee table.

“Maybe you need something to drink or to eat.” She offers and you smile.

“Maybe.” You say and you get up and immediately get lightheaded. Chessy notices and walks up to you.

“You sure you’re ok?” She says while grabbing your upper arms so you could look at her.

“Ya, maybe I do need something to drink more than I thought.” You said, you attempt to take a step down and then immediately collapse. Chessy catches you since she was right there and shouts your name.

“Y/n!!” She yells at everyone comes running in 10 seconds later and sees you on the ground in Chessy’s arms. “She just fainted.” She tells them and feels your forehead. “She’s hot, I think she has a fever.” She tells them.

“Oh dear.” Elizabeth says.

“Do you need to take care of her Chessy?” Annie says. And Chessy looks at all of them conflicted. She wants to but doesn’t know if Nick and Elizabeth will let her stay in the house if you’re sick and technically she’s the nanny so she has a job to do as well.

And as Nick can sense the struggle inside of Chessy from knowing her for so long, puts her at ease. “We can bring her to the guest bedroom and Chessy can take care of her there. If that’s ok with you Chessy.” He says and looks at her, she immediately nods. Chessy picks you up bridal style and carries you to the guest bedroom. Hallie and Annie were surprised of her strength.

“I’m a nanny you guys. I’m always picking up heavy stuff.” She tells them. After placing you on the bed, under the covers, she goes to get a thermometer, medicine and wets some face cloths with cold water. She immediately puts the thermometer in your mouth and has to hold it there so it doesn’t fall out. After a minute she looks at it and it’s confirmed, you have a fever. She places a face cloth on your forehead then goes to get you a glass of water and some soup for when you wake up. The twins keep an eye on you and are instructed to let her know when you wake up.

20 minutes later, Chessy is almost done with the soup when you start to stir. You start waking up and then you open your eyes and Hallie immediately yells to Chessy that you’re awake.

The twins walk over to you and you look at them confused.

“What happened?” You ask them.

“You fainted on Chessy! Apparently you have a fever.” Annie says and you look at them surprised.

“What?”

“You’re sick.” Chessy says as she enters with a bowl of soup and kicks the twins out. “Here you go, I made you some soup and got a glass of water here for you, and you’ll have to take some medicine.” She says and she can tell that you’re still not following what’s being told to you. “You got dizzy and fainted.” She starts and you nod. “Luckily I caught you and brought you up to take care of you.” She says.

“Shouldn’t I leave then? So I don’t get anyone else sick.” You ask.

“Nick and Elizabeth were pretty insistent that you should stay here until you get better.” She tells you and just then you start sneezing. “Hmm, you might have more than just a fever.” She says as she brings you a box of Kleenex. After you blow your nose, Elizabeth comes in holding some clothes.

“Hey dear, I brought you some comfier clothes that should fit you.” She tells you. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great.” You tell her.

“I think she might have a cold instead of a fever.” Chessy says and you sneeze again.

“I see.” Elizabeth says.

“I should go so I don’t get you guys sick.” You say and start to get up. Both Chessy and Elizabeth stop you.

“Are you crazy? You fainted and you immediately think you can drive?” Chessy says and pushes you back on the bed.

“You should stay here until you get better.” Elizabeth says and then she leaves so Chessy can tend to you. “Oh and Chessy.” She says and bops her head into the room and Chessy looks at her. “Don’t worry about the rest of us, just focus on y/n ok?” She tells her.

“Thank you.” Chessy says with a smile and Elizabeth winks at her then leaves.

Chessy gets you to eat the soup then drink some water, then tries to get you to take some medicine, to which you refuse.

“Noooo, that’s the yucky stuff.” You say and then cough. You definitely sound congested now.

Chessy laughs at your reaction. “You sound like the twins.” She says and you pout. “Aw” she says at your pout. “Are you going to continue to act like a 13 year old or like an adult?” She asks you and you cross your arms with a huff. “Don’t make me force this down your throat.” She tells you and then leans in “I’ve done that with Hailey many times so I know how to do it.” She says and you look at her unimpressed. She does actually force it down your throat as you kept refusing to take it. You give her a glare after but she just giggles. “I warned ya. Now get some rest.”

You do fall asleep about 5 minutes later and she just stares at you. They brought up a chair for her to sit on while you were sleeping to which you were grateful for. When you begin to wake up, you hear two people talking and decide to keep pretending you’re sleeping to not interrupt them.

“Do you plan on telling her how you feel?” Elizabeth says.

“No.” Chessy says. “Why would I?”

“Because she might like you back.”

“But she might not as well.”

“When Annie said you broke up with Martin, she looked disappointed.” Elizabeth states

“Why would she be disappointed at that?” Chessy asks confused.

“Because he’s a man. She probably thinks you’re straight.” Elizabeth points out. You don’t get to hear Chessy’s reply as you start coughing. They get startled as they think you wake up coughing.

Chessy takes care of you over the next 3 days and you start to feel better. Chessy thought about telling you how she feels many times but kept to herself as you were falling in and out of consciousness and might not remember or not understand what you’re saying.

One time you did tell her “you know you like just like this pretty girl I have a crush on but of course she’s straight, every girl I’ve had a crush on is straight.” She just looks at you, not knowing what to say. She has no idea if what you admitted is true, cause if it says then you have a crush on her.

On the third day, you’re fever is gone, you coughing and sneezing is down to almost non existent, you’re not congested anymore and you stay conscious for the day.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“You’re welcome hun.” She tells you as she tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. You stare at her eyes and Chessy can’t help but lean in and kiss you. You immediately kiss her back and Chessy smiles into the kiss. You suddenly pull back and look at her, with your hand on her chest.

“Aren’t you straight?” You ask her.

“Nah, I’ve gone out with a couple men but women is what I prefer.” She says and you smile at her before kissing her again.

You and Chessy pull back after running out of air and then you look stunned while looking at the door. Chessy goes to look at what you are and sees why you’re stunned. At the door there’s Nick, Elizabeth, Hallie and Annie all looking at you two and smiling. Then Sammy barges through and goes up to you and you pet him.

“You attention seeker.” Chessy says to Sammy and you laugh. “Did all of you know that I liked y/n?” She asks everyone at the door and they all nod.

“It was obvious.” Hallie says.

“It really was.” Annie agrees.

“Did you really need all those breaks?” You asked them and they shake their heads.

“We just thought you two would talk if we left you alone.” Hallie says and Chessy snorts.

“You two sure like to meddle.” She tells them. “But thank you.” She adds then looks at you and smiles.

“I’m just glad you found someone.” Nick says and Chessy looks at him and blushes. She holds your hand and smiles at you again.

“Ya, I’m happy I did too.” She says while looking at you and you smile at her.

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Little Dove 2/?

Check part 1 for story triggers, though none really apply here.

Part 3

You frown at the text. It’s from your bother’s number, but it’s clearly not him. You don’t know if you should respond or wait to talk to Keigo about it. But who knows when that will be.

>Where should I drop this phone off?

>Your the only contact outside the HPSC

>hello?

You didn’t realize that. Surely, Keigo had other people— sidekicks or… then again, he had multiple phones. He said it was easier that way; he could ignore calls from one phone, but keep the other on in case of emergencies.

You should probably respond, right?

<Who is this?>

>I asked you first

You scowl. This is getting you nowhere. There must be some question you can ask that this person will answer. 

<Are you a hero? What agency are you with?> 

>I’m not with an agency. I’m more underground

Whoever this is must be a contact. Keigo does all kinds of work for the commission, to include intel gathering. 

>You bird brain’s gf?

<Ew no lol>

It’s such an automatic response that you type it out before you can help yourself.

>You gotta be a little sister then

“Shit.” No one outside the HPSC is supposed to know about you. You stare down at the screen in your hands, your heart pounding as your mind rushes to find an excuse.

>Don’t worry I won’t tell

<Hero families get threatened a lot> 

>I understand completely

>I still gotta know where to drop off this phone tho

You’re not dumb enough to invite this stranger to your home, not that they’d get through the door without being vetted.

That begs the question of what you can do. You can meet them somewhere, maybe at a cafe or something, a public place. You roll your lip between your teeth as you consider. That might be the best option.

<Do you know XYZ? The cafe?>

A minute passes. You approach the black car awaiting you outside the school and hesitate to open the door.

>sure

You release the breath you weren’t aware you were holding and open the door, climbing inside. 

<Meet me there in ten?>

>you got it dove

“We need to make a stop before home,” you tell the driver. “It’s not too far, so I can probably walk from there.”

XYZ is a small cafe only three blocks from home. You’ve been allowed to walk there on your own a few times, usually on weekends where you decide you want a sweet pastry. The driver sets up and you pull outside the cafe only a few minutes later. Nervous hands waffle your phone as you find a seat and cross your legs under the table. You’ve never met another hero, let alone one who works with your brother. Something tells you itt’s a guy and you wonder what he’ll be like, if he’ll judge you for being a highschool girl, or for having such a weak quirk compared to your brother.

“You like coffee, little dove?” You didn’t even notice the person approach. His smoky voice makes you jump and you blink up at him with wide eyes.

He’s a little taller than Keigo, with black hair and the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. They’re familiar, but strange above the black mask that covers the bottom of his face. Maybe if you could see his whole face you could put a name to him, but you’re lost at the moment.

“I’m not allowed to have coffee,” you admit awkwardly. 

His eyes crinkle at the corners in a hint of a smile. “I won’t tell if you won’t. C’mon, it’s a caramel latte.” He sets the steaming cup in front of you and slips into the other seat at the tiny round table.

You can’t see all of his hands from beneath the cuff of his jacket, which is buttoned up all the way to tickle at the bottom of the mask. His fingers are long and pale. There are half-moon scars beneath his eyes, though the mask covers a bit of that, too. And his ears are similarly trextured and lined with silver piercings.

“Thank you.” You wrap your hands around the mug and bring the steaming cup to your lips. It’s sweet with just a hint of coffee bitterness beneath. You like it. It must show on your face, because the stranger chuckles.

He leans against one fist. “I don’t know what I expected, but not anyone as cute as you.”

One of your wings flutters at the compliment and your cheeks burn. You hope he didn’t notice, but something tells you he sees everything. “You have Kei— Hawks’ phone?”

He pulls out the red-cased cell and taps it gentle on the table. “I could just leave it as his agency or something, but when I saw your contact, I was intrigued. Seriously, why isn’t he sharing you with the world? He should be taking you to galas and shit.”

“He’s more concerned with my safety.” Your face is so hot you’re sure he can feel it from across the table. No one talks to you like this. At school, you’re so shy that no boy has ever confessed to you. The adults in your life are typically all business. Keigo calls you pretty and says you’re perfect, but he’s family. 

He nods. “Your boyfriend probably shows you off though, right?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You almost choke on the words. Keigo has told you it isn’t safe to date either, not until you’re a little older. Once you have your own place, it’ll be different.

“No way. A cutie like you? Have you ever been on a date?” You shake your head. “So you don’t have a boyfriend and Hawks never takes you out.” He sighs and his eyes bore into you as he seems to consider something. “How about I take you out some time?”

“What? You? Really?” You’re lost for words.

“Sure. Why not?”

You gape at him. “But you’re a hero. And I—I’m…” 

One of his hands crosses the table to lay over yours. You’d expect it to be cold given how pale he is, but it’s warm, almost hot. “It’s not like I’m famous. Your brother and I mostly just pass intel.”

“I’m not really allowed…” You shrug. The weight of his hand is nice on yours and he gives it a little squeeze.

“So don’t tell. It’ll be our little secret, like the coffee.”

You smile brightly. “Okay.”

“I’ll text you, pretty bird. Enjoy your coffee.” He stands and you suddenly realize something.

“Wait! What’s your name?”

He glances back at you and says, “Call me Dabi.”

want to be added to the taglist? lemme know

#darkfic #yandere #mha #hawks #my hero academia #yandere dabi #dabi #dabi x reader #yandere hawks #hawks x reader #smut

[ghostgirl101]

random brainbomb of a headcanon blurb thingy, but I'll write proper realtionship hcs soon and order this properly lmao- enjoy this while you wait 🙃

Sure, Feyd-Rautha's a freaking sadistic mad mess Harkonnen, but after watching how he responded to Margot Fenring, you cannot tell me that he's incapable of some form of admiration and awe and... love? when he meets the right person who can somehow, somehow, manage him.

Let's say he wasn't completely mentally manipulated or seduced if you are a Bene Gesserit, because he's not drawn to you by any kind of force or external influence. It's the simple fact that he can't understand how and why you're different amongst the thousands of people who cower and flinch in his presence. Why do you look at him like he's not an abomination? What do you know?

I feel like he'd treat you like one of his prized possessions after suddenly and randomly deciding and declaring that you're his now, lucky lucky you, and the best pet he's ever received... maybe for his birthday, if that's when you met? Hands-on, grabby Harkonnen with no boundaries, no limits. All at your disposal.

He just has to learn every little thing about you - how you react to everything he says and does, little things obvious things. If your eyes light up in excitement or in fear when he slashes countless throats for you because their heads kept turning in your direction when you walked into the room. Or how you'd like to be given the best of everything, dressed in beautifully sleek black robes as a rare Harkonnen beauty.

And being the only person he'll stop mid-cut through when you ask him not to hurt someone so badly, not to lose all sense of reason just because he's bored. It's that moment of hesitation that makes the Baron stop in shock and bewildered wonder, because his nephew will answer to no one. Yet, here you stand.

And you stand with him by choice? You don't run away as soon as you're given the chance, don't betray him or curse his name if there's a chance he'll be removed? Paul is shook 😐: that's literally his face lol

So when he goes to stand against him and challenge him on behalf of opposing Emperor Shaddam, don't think you're not in the young Atreide's line of sight now, because even though he plans on securing his position by taking the hand of Irulan, he'll be the Emperor, and he can bend the rules however they please him if there's something he wants to understand and take rightfully, away from the filth and bloodstained hands of your Feyd Rautha.

^^ the guy's late reaction is too funny to me

#feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha #feyd x reader #feyd oneshot #feyd x you #feyd rautha harkonnen #austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #dune x you #dune x reader #feyd rautha fanfic #house harkonnen #dune two #lady margot fenring #feyd rautha imagine #feyd #dune 2 #feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha smut #austin butler x you #paul atreides fanfic #dune headcanons #dune fanfiction

[five-miles-over]

Hi Mun 👋🏼 just found your blog off some tags lol

I would love it if you could do an age gap hc for joker? How would Arthur deal with developing feelings for a partner who is 10 or even 15 years younger than him?

Thank you so much!

Thanks for your patience, anon! I truly appreciate it. Also, Arthur's head canon turned into a bit of a fic, so I apologize for that.

Headcanon: Arthur Fleck Having an S/O Younger Than Him

"ID Please."

While Arthur accompanied you to the grocery store after your shift at work, you bought a bottle of wine to enjoy with the dinner you planned to cook for Arthur. He was coming over to your apartment for the first time, and you wanted to spoil him with a recipe you saw on a cooking show. So you bought all the ingredients, and a bottle of red.

The cashier glanced at you. "You're twenty-two huh? You look like you should be in high school."

You shook your head, flustered. "Um...thanks?"

After paying, you quickly left the store with your bagged groceries. But just when you reached for Arthur's hand, he flinched.

You didn't think much of it at first, but when you tried to talk to Arthur about something, he simply shrugged it off and said it was nothing

The truth is that, Arthur was still processing the fact that you were in your early twenties.

He knew you were a young beautiful woman, smart and kind. A total catch. And that part of Arthur, the part of his mind that told him he was an outcast and fed him nothing but negative thoughts, constantly said, "She could do so much better than you. You don't deserve her at all. She's the whole package, and what are you? Just some guy who can't even take her out to dinner."

He tried to hold it back as he saw other, bigger guys in Gotham walking with their partners, giving them bouquets of flowers wrapped in shiny plastic and other gifts, telling himself that someday he would do exactly that with you. But knowing that you were at ten years younger than him? That was just more fuel to the fire burning inside him.

"She's got her whole life ahead of her. She's going to find someone better, wait and see." The negative thoughts materialized again. "She's just with you out of pity. Date the sad clown, maybe she just wants to fool around. Wait and see. She's going to meet someone with a lot of money, a lot of status...She'll marry him, and when they're all sitting around at cocktail parties, she'll laugh about the time she dated a sad clown. And say she dodged a bullet."

"Arthur?" You tried to get his attention, and repeated his name a couple of times. "Arthur?"

Arthur, seemingly lost in thought, didn't respond until you stood in front of him, stopping him from crossing the street. "What happened?"

"Nothing," he lied. You crossed your arms, not having any of it. And this made Arthur laugh a bit, not out of amusement but out of fear. "Nothing, really," he lied again between laughs.

"Just tell me."

After a few moments of silence, Arthur simply asked. "Are you really twenty-two?...You're twenty-two."

"Yes. I am."

"That's young."

You shifted your weight to one foot. "I know that."

Arthur mirrored your gesture and swallowed. "So...well, I don't care. It's just young."

"I'm not that young," you rebuffed.

"Young enough that the cashier thinks you're in high school."

You put your hands on your hips, still carrying the bags of groceries. "Is that what this is about? He wasn't hitting on me!"

"No, but someone will," Arthur raised his voice a little. "You're young, what the hell do you know?"

"I know that you're my boyfriend and I love you. I don't care what some cashier says about me, and neither should you."

He shook his head. God how he loved the way you'd get so stubborn about your opinions. It was one of his favorite things about you, but right now, in this moment, it made him even more annoyed. How could you say such a thing, lying through your teeth? And with those three special words? "Bullshit," Arthur muttered, walking away from you to cross the street.

You followed him, huffing with your groceries. "Arthur Fleck, what is wrong with you?! Can't you just...Why are you so mad? Nothing happened! I'm still the same person I was twenty minutes ago."

"No. You're twenty-two." He turned around and lashed out. "You're twelve years younger than I am. What the hell's wrong with you? Hanging around with some old clown, waiting until some rich guy makes you his wife and you can leave me behind!" Your eyes widened. "Is that what you think of me?" Your lips quivered and tears formed in your eyes. "Is that seriously what you think this is, just...hanging around? Oh my god." You looked down as you felt a tear roll down your cheek.

Arthur visibly softened, reaching his hand out but stopping himself just before he could touch you. "I'm such an idiot," you sniffed. "You're right, what do I know?" "I'm sorry," Arthur sighed. "I didn't mean to make you cry." Arthur looked down, into your eyes. "I...was just shocked that you were younger. I thought it would...I don't deserve you. You're great, you're a perfect girl and I don't deserve you." He added, "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too," you looked up. "And I don't want to leave you." He laughed for a few moments with pain in his eyes, and bit the inside of his cheek to quiet down. "I'm so sorry," Arthur repeated and put his hands on your shoulders. "Oh my god, please don't cry. I'm so sorry." He took your grocery bags in his hands. "Let's go."

You and Arthur went back to your apartment, and didn't talk about your age for the rest of the night. But you did spend the evening together, telling each other - and showing each other - how much you really loved each other.

Joker Having an S/O Younger Than Him Would Include...

In complete contrast to Arthur, Joker finding out you were ten or fifteen years younger than him would excite him

He'd turn it into a complete kink, calling you his "personal little baby doll"

Whenever you'd go out, you'd be on his lap, him stroking your thighs and your hair.

Unless you were absolutely against the aesthetic, Joker would love to dress you in coquettish clothing - plaid mini skirts, knee-high white socks, white and pastel blouses that he would ruin with grease facepaint while making out with you, and corsets he would rip off you before having his way with you

And if you ever called him "daddy"? Watch out and be prepared to be dragged into the most private area by the Joker. Hope you didn't have any plans for the next...hour

In general, the Joker would be extremely protective of you, keeping his arm around your waist while you walked.

He'd spoil you with anything you ever wanted, acting almost like your sugar daddy while you window shopped.

And when it got cold, he'd put his red suit jacket over your shoulders saying, "Daddy's not going to let his baby doll freeze."

#Arthur fleck #Arthur fleck x reader #Arthur fleck imagine #joker movie #joker x reader #Joaquin phoenix joker #joker 2019 #joker imagine #joker #the joker #dc joker

[fullmetal-angelgrace]

deadass stunned anakin into silence for a few seconds lmao

#tcw 2x07 #tcw legacy of terror #star wars tcw #tcw #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #*hides behind wall as i tag this next one* #obikin #screenshots #screencaps #dont try to tell me that the zombies making noises stopped anakin from responding immediately because he could've talked over them lol #naomi watches tcw #naomi's post tag

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Oh jesus wait! Only now that something might finally be starting with Carol and Daryl did I suddenly think.. what if Daryl was aroace tho. and now I'm just-

#I'm sorry but why did this massive big-brain thought come to me NOW. #after I've been holding out for Caryl #and now that it seems to be actually becoming a thing finally #BECAUSE LISTEN #It was always just one-sided joke flirting from Carol #and he'd always respond with a 'lol. stop.' They're clearly best friends I mean they used that exact phrasing themselves. #but I was taking that as 'for now..' #and look Daryl is the only adult main character who don't be fuckin. At any point ever. #but yknow what! either way this turns out I'm happy #Besties? hell yeah. Dating? hell yeah. #*I'm* aroace. the hell is the matter with me what was I thinking- #twd liveblog #the walking dead #the walking dead spoilers #their friendship bracelet scene got to me ok. #look I know this'll never be anything but a headcanon because. c'mon. like this show would even acknowlege aroace people. #let alone for the leading man #but if he and Carol don't end up together that's my hc and I'm sticking to it

[munch-mumbles]

ive been a little upset about it all night so i need to write out all the things that happened at work today and are bugging me so i can TRY to get it out of my head and actually RELAX bc i just keep pacing in circles around it instead of just accepting it and moving on

#for context i was working frying chicken today. ok so i arrive and literally all the chicken out expires within ten minutes of each other #meanwhile to remake everything takes about an hour 20 #tried my best to get everything out and replaced and make sure i have enough of everything and then take my break bc with chicken there are #few narrow windows to take your break in you have very little control over when it is #get back and while im getting ready for my next fry one of the assistant leaders comes back and passive aggressively asks 'everything ok?' #and when i say yeah shes starts saying how shes 'just checking' because apparently i didnt have enough chicken out for her liking and went #on about how we're in a chicken drive (I KNOW. I WORK CHICKEN SHE NEVER HAS.) #etc etc. i just say ok and she leaves #like 20 minutes later she comes fucking back to rag on me again about how i need to choose my break times better and i need to have more #chicken out there as back up (extremely difficult bc there is literally only so much room in the fryers. the batches i usually make already #nearly completely fill them up) blah blah and then when i try to explain how i WAS making pretty big batches people are just snatching them #up fast she keeps trying to walk out the door right away and keeps stopping and looking over her shoulder to just stare at me while i try t #finish my sentence #and she just. doesnt say anything in response when i do finish she just leaves #so clearly she didnt want a conversation she just wanted to rag on me #then later for cleanup the timing of everything just kept lining up inconveniently so i kept having to get in and out of raw cleaning gear #and slowing myself down and i end up having to stay almost 15 minutes late to finish cleaning #during cleaning i have to go grab a key to the back door to take out my trash and this one coworker i have was standing in the way of the #door. i say excuse me and she just stares at me and goes huh? #and i say i need a key and she barely moves out of the way without responding and she has a look like im bothering her #why are you acting like im being douchey. i just need a key. thats something she does a lot she acts like im inconveniencing her by asking #basic favors . ive stopped asking her to help me open the back door (sometimes needed if i also have raw garbage to take out and therefore #cant touch the key myself) for some reason she takes it upon herself to almost completely close the door after i walk out so when i come #back i have to awkwardly use my foot to reach around and pull the door open #ive asked her before not to do it and she just ignored me #GRAH GRAH. and then like i said in my last rb i realized while i was drivign home i forgot to wash a damn pan #im mostly worried about it because ive forgotten a couple times in the past too . in my defense its a pan i personally dont use but it just #gets left behind from first shift sometimes and then second shifters end up having to make sure its clean #im just irritateddd and im mad im worried about it all. its all little things piling up on each other #LOL I WROTE A LOT MORE BUT THE REST GOT CUT OUT IG I HIT A TAG LIMIT. tumblr voice ok dude quit your bitching !!

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Hey, my friend. From me to you, happy holidays. I’m grateful for your presence in my life and in my Notes. Hope 2023 treats you well, and that your holiday is as survivable, thriveable, and as tf2-spyable as you could hope for. Best, ~Tim

aw shit thank you for being in my notes! i hope your holidays are kind and as dog filled as you desire, even if you did just cite tf2 spy at me lmfao

#asks #voice of god #im awful at responding to nice messages but this made me smile so yknow. had to give it my best shot #doesnt help that im a little bedridden rn but what can you do lol #my illness ridden state may prevent me from forming coherent paragraphs but it cant stop me from bein glad youre here #here in the metaphorical sense since youre on the other coast but the sentiment stands #hope you know that i thoroughly enjoy seeing you around be it notes or messages or dashboard posts #also #sorry i always end conversations early or waaay after they should be over lmfao #from me to you thank you for being a homie and one of my only mutuals who can share the weight of homestuck #''thank you for being a homie'' sounds stupid as hell actually but its ok some things dont need to be coated in 7 layers of irony #ok gotta wrap this up before the year ends cmon #happy holidays! heres to tumblr mutuals and (one more week of) crawling through the year lmao :)

[somuch-4-stardust]

something that peeves me is like. i dont even know how to explain this but sometimes people will try to comfort me when what im saying isnt meant to be all boohoo sad im just like. being realistic. like i appreciate the effort like genuinely so much but like. it almost feels patronizing? and like disingenuous?? to make it easier to understand like. im wasian! if i said 'i am wasian and it sucks sometimes' and you say 'nooo yr not wasian stoppp dont say that abt yrself!' that just DOESNT MAKE ANYSENSE!!! like its litearlly just a fact??

#and OBVIOUSLY no one is saying this abt me being wasian. which btw is white-asian mix idk if yall know that #anyways no. okay FIRST OF ALL. i understand like. people who are constantly self deprecating are like a lot. and that can be so draining #and i totally get that but im being sooo serious i try so hard to not be that but like #when i say like. im a hard person to care abt. LIKE THATS NOT me being all 'oh guys throw me a pity party :((' like #im just trying to state a fact! i am just aware that it is a fact about me!! like its okay!!! i get it! #and I KNOWWW it still comes across how i dont want so i need to just stop saying it but GRRRRRRRRR #esp when it just comes up in conversation. like 'oh actually i dont rlly have any super close friends' is not self deprecation guys #it is LITERALLY just me stating a fact. like I JSUT DONT HAVE ANY SUPERLCOSER FRIENDS I DONT NEED YOU TO COMFORT ME ARRGGGHHH #and again i do appreciate it it makes me feel very cared for when people try to comfort me at times like this. but at the SAME TIME. #ITS SOOO ANNOYING!!!! #okay while im treating my blog like my personal diary again. and on this same thought process like #one of THE MOST AWKWARD THINGS!! as someone who is genuinely like. a very unlikable person #(as you can probably tell from my blog) like........ i feel like a lot of people dont get it #and like!! all my friends say things and im like. no that literally has never happened to me because as a general like #most people dont like me!! i dont have those experiences!! #ALSO LIKE NO THE AWKWARD THING i lost my train of thought IS TRULY LIKE #THE FACT THAT I CANT BE LIKE. 'yeah so im like. inherently unlovable or damn near close !' BECAUSE ITS ACTUALLY SO AWKWARD #like even i can filter myself out enough to never ever say that because people do not know how to respond at all. #WHICH. IS TOTALLY FAIR but honestly like again!! i dont want you to try and comfort me i know its a fact i dont like #well it still upsets me and all. but you're not gonna change it lol like. its okay i promise LMAO like im okay #(side note i literallydont know what the number of tag limit is anymore so if any of this gets cut off. so sad!!!)

[aropride]

mutual 1: just got engaged lol <3 #slash serious

mutual 2: i know its been 3 years but i cant stop thinking about bloingo's arc in season 2 :(( my baby my baby youre my baby say it to me

mutual 3: This world is sweriously so fucking beautiful #Just had a snickers bar. effervescent

mutual 4: https://open.spotify.com/track/2P5yIMu2DNeMXTyOANKS6k #yeah...

mutual 5: [gerard way image] #i miss her thighs i mean her music

mutual 6: [this post contains filtered content: blood, gore, guts, wound, nsfw]

mutual 7: if bloingo was a deer he would have chronic wasting disease

mutual 8: [responding to the most insane anon hate you've ever seen] they anon on my askbox til i block #fslur girl slay

mutual 9: Next person to Fuck with mutual 8 has To go through me..... I Will Protect You

mutual 10: get me OUT of the fucking midwest bro #CANNOT take it anymore im srsly at my limit

mutual 11: [poll] should i get boba [yes] / [no] / [button for me]

mutual 12: i think i have a disorder

mutual 13: [rapidly reblogging gerard way images from 2010 with 6 notes]

mutual 14: dude i just got hit by a fucking car im not even joking im waiting for my uber to the hospital rn i think my legs are broken why does god hate me

mutual 15: JUST GOT MY NEUROSCIENCE PHD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

mutual 16: [this post contains filtered tags: #[fandom you hate but you love ur mutual so much anyway]]

mutual 17: [reblogging bloingo fanart at a rate previously thought physically impossible]

mutual 18: One of the guys in my head ate my fucking ham sandwich

#text

[dragon-in-the-tardis]

had the emotional equivalent of getting smacked over the head with a cartoon frying pan o7

#therapy is cool bc you can apply things you learn across the board to help you randomly come to Good realizations o7 #i have been on an upswing the last day or two which is nice but now i'm feeling way better. i sorted out a lot of the anxiety i was having #with communication/talking to people and i feel way better and a lot more regular now #that was by no means my biggest or only issue BUT it was a very small and persistent and draining one and to be feeling better about it?? #hell yeah lol. the tldr is that i was forcing myself into lonliness and isolation because i was trying to set boundaries for other people #but i can't decide on behalf of someone else if they think i'm annoying or weird or frustrating or bad they have to decide that themselves #they have to set the boundary and i can't respond to perceived subtext or assumptions. they have to tell me and make it clear #and trying to decide on their behalf that i should stop talking or reaching out is only going to hurt us both #because it's not fair to assume others are harbouring cruel thoughts about me! that makes them out to be a villain! #and there's no evil in reaching out to start/continue conversations. at the end of the day the people who want to talk to me will and #spending time on people who are present and happy to talk to me is always better for mental health than just never reaching out to anyone #something something genuine human connection/interaction comes from a willingness to be brave and vulnerable and shameless. the worst that #will happen is someone tells me what they really think of me LOL #so anyways!! i have [checks notes] A Lot of people i will send messages to this weekend hehe and i hope it goes good!! #SILENCE BOY - let's get this bread - the time will pass anyways - le soleil levant se couche mais je prierai pour un matin clair #and now a word from your dragon