#I DID NOT KNOW THEY WERE GOING HERE UNTIL LAST MONTH !! <- stupid

[sincerelystarry]

( ☆ ) . * before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea . . . imagine being loved by me !!

f!victor!reader x finnick odair — finnick odair masterlist

starry’s sweets — order #012

ask : “hey loveeee, can i have a medium strawberry tiramisu with oreo crumbles and chocolate chips?” — anon

summary : visits to the capitols for parties and events as a victor is something you’re used to. having to share your hotel room with the capitol’s golden boy is something you never thought you would have to do. you know finnick odair’s reputation as a man who takes many lovers. you never realized how none of his lovers ever really loved him.

warnings : suggestive content! they have sex but i dont actually write that part, really sweet though, but also a little sad, mentions of beauty standards/slight body shaming to conform to beauty standards, mentions of forced prostitution

word count : 1.8k

You hate the Capitol. At least, you hate most things about the Capitol. You hate what it all stands for, you hate the Hunger Games, you hate your stupid fucking president. You hate the parties and events that you’re made to go to, to be the face for as one of the “prettier” victors. Your stylist dresses you up in silks and chiffon, bedazzle you with jewels and glitter until you’re indistinguishable from a sparkling mirror ball. 

Sometimes you drink your sorrows away. Other times you take as many treats and hor d’oeuvres as you can without getting caught and reprimanded by your Capitol escort to eat away your frustrations, because as much as you despise the Capitol, the food is amazing. You have to stay in the Capitol for days at a time for some events. You’re given an apartment for your longer stays, the ones that last weeks, up to a month. On shorter ones, like this, you get a hotel room. A nice hotel room, but still one of glass and too many cameras for your comfort.

You’re returning to your hotel room one night after some sort of fete or ball, wobbling in your stilettos. The only thing on your mind is your goal of taking a shower as soon as possible, to wash off the body glitter and the feeling of the creeping hands of the older men at the lavish parties. 

You open the door into your room, only having been there earlier in the day to drop off your scarce luggage, expecting to find an empty room and your suitcase. Instead, you see a man you recognize: Finnick Odair. You knew he won his Games only a few years before yours. You’ve seen each other at parties, each year when you had to mentor new tributes. You never talked, hardly acknowledged each other. You were never sure why, but you didn’t ever really like Finnick that much. He seemed cocky, too self-assured, as if he knew everything, and, if he didn’t, that he would know everything soon enough by flashing a smile at the right time or winking at the right person.

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” you ask, having no more care for decorum. 

You’re exhausted, your feet hurt, and the dress your stylist and prep team stuck you in is too small, as they wanted to suck you in a bit to make you look prettier. You wanted to slap them. You did slap one of them. You lost the fight, unfortunately, as clawed fingers seemed to be the growing trend in Capitol citizens, and you earned various scratches not unlike the ones you gained from the alley cat you found once as a child.

You don’t give Finnick any time to answer, just continuing to interrogate him. “Are you here to sleep with me or something? Because that’s a new fucking low for you, Odair,” you say. “I expect this shit from creepy Capitol guys, the ones with the fucking— clunky rings and caviar-breath that think they can buy me or something, maybe even from the women, but a fellow victor? I mean, why me, even? Why not one of those pretty girls that keep throwing themselves at you? That one girl that has the big hot pink beehive for a wig is pretty, isn’t she? I’m sure she’d be willing to fuck you.”

Finnick doesn’t seem angry or upset with you as you go off on him, instead looking amused, still just sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you done?” he asks, giving you a tired smile, nothing like the ones you’ve seen him give to Capitol ladies or Caesar Flickerman. 

“No,” you lie, arms crossing across your chest.

“Then, please,” he gestures for you to keep going, “be my guest.”

You stare at him for a moment, a pissed off expression on your face. You don’t have anymore actual words for him, but you’re hoping the death-stare you’re giving him can convey what the English language can’t.

Finnick presses his lips together, clearly holding back a laugh, before saying “I’m not here to have sex with you.”

“Then why the fuck are you here?” 

“Well— I mean, I’m here because I’m supposed to have sex with you. But I don’t want to,” he starts, then backtracks. “Not because I don’t want to, I mean, you’re pretty, extremely pretty. But that’s not my intention. Even though it’s the reason I’m here in the first place—”

“For Panem’s sweetheart you’re a lot worse with girls than I thought you’d be,” you scoff, still glaring at him.

Finnick laughs at your jab before starting again. “Right. Okay. I’m supposed to ‘have sex’ with you,” he says, miming air-quotes around ‘have sex.’ “Apparently, Snow wants it to look like we’re having this whole secret affair and it’s all dramatic because we’re from different Districts and I’m supposed to never be committed and all of that. But technically, no one will know if we have sex or not, so if you don’t want to, we don’t need to do anything. I can sleep on the settee. I just need to be ‘caught’ leaving your hotel room in the morning and we can fake it.”

“And I should believe you why?”

“You could always ask Snow,” he says. “I honestly thought he told you and you were also in on this whole ridiculous scheme.”

“I guess he didn’t think I should know the own details of my fake love life,” you huff, finally walking further into the room and sitting down on the bed next to him, the mattress making a flumph sound. 

“I’m sorry,” Finnick offers.

“Why are you apologizing?” you ask. “It’s not your fault.”

“Someone should apologize. It’s not my fault but I am involved.”

You only shrug. The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, you fiddling with one of the gaudy bangles on your wrist before you speak up. “Do you want to have sex?” you ask.

“Do you want to?” he asks back.

“I asked first. You answer first.”

“I want whatever you want,” he says simply.

“You know you don’t have to lie,” you say, looking into his eyes. You expected his trademark cockiness, maybe some sort of lust in them. All you got was an underlying sense of fear, worry. 

“Who says I’m lying?”

“I do,” you say, reaching out to grasp his hand in yours. It’s shaking, ever so slightly. “You know you can’t just agree to sex because the other person wants it.”

“I know that,” he argues. “It doesn’t mean that’s how it goes, though.”

You don’t respond verbally, but you nod in understanding.

“Do you want to?” he asks softly.

“You haven’t answered my question yet,” you say. 

“I did.”

“No. You lied, it doesn’t count,” you argue. 

“I didn’t lie. I meant it. It’s whatever you want. You’re attractive and I’m not ashamed to admit that. We’re supposed to be having sex anyway, so no consequences. And if you want, I’ll take care of you. But only if you want it.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of,” you start, and continue before he can butt in, “but I think you do.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, looking genuinely confused.

“I see you during the Games each year,” you say. “Always taking care of your tributes. Taking care of Mags as she gets older each year. Always serving the Capitol ladies who you keep flirting with. You’re always giving. And I know that because I have to give too. I’m not another Capitol citizen, Finnick. I’m like you.”

“So?”

“So let someone else take care of you for once,” you say softly, hand leaving his and instead moving to cup his face, your thumb tracing over his cheekbone. 

Finnick looks at you for a moment, his eyes softening as he shakes his head. “I don’t know how,” he admits.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask him. He’s taken aback at your question, as if no one had ever asked before. Finnick nods but it’s not good enough. “Words,” you prompt further.

“Yes,” he breathes out, eyes closing.

You tilt your head up and kiss him, it’s slow and gentle and nothing like what he’s used to. Your fingers tangle in his hair but you don’t tug. You kiss down his neck but you never bite. You grip tightly onto his shoulders but you’re careful to not let your nails dig in. You let him lead, let him tell you what he wants, but you do most of the work as you trail your lips down his throat, down his body. You listen to him. Even if he doesn’t outright tell you to stop or slow down, you manage to determine it from his body language, reminding him that it’s okay to say no, that it’s okay to ask to stop. For once in his life, Finnick Odair lets someone take care of him.

“Are you alright?” you ask him afterwards, as you’re tangled up next to each other in the sheets.

“I don’t know,” he says honestly.

“It’s okay to not know,” you say. “It’s okay to not be okay.”

“I don’t think I’ve been okay since I was 14,” he says bitterly.

“I know,” you say, sighing. 

“But I feel like I can pretend everything is okay right now,” he admits. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Here, in this room, with you. Closed off from the world for a few hours. Everything feels okay.”

“Will it be?” you ask.

“I hope so. One day, in the future.”

“What are we doing, Finnick?” you ask. “What is this going to be.”

“What do you want it to be?”

“What do you want it to be?”

“I asked first,” he says, repeating your words from earlier that night. “You answer first.”

“I want it to be us. I want it to be real and not something made up by Snow to stir up drama for the Capitol assholes to eat up like some sort of movie or romance book.”

“I want that too.”

“Do you really?” you asks, slightly doubtful.

“Yeah. I don’t know how much I really want it yet, since we’ve just properly met maybe an hour ago. But I’ve seen you every year since you’ve won your Games. I see you at the parties, how you are with your tributes, especially the younger ones,” he says, pulling you closer. “I see you. But I want to know you.”

You smile, eyes closing, melting into his touch. “I want you to know me. And I want to know you.”

“Then I’ll let you.”

“The real you,” you say. 

“I know,” he murmurs. “You will.”

“You promise?” you mumble, starting to fall asleep now.

“I swear it,” he says, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “On everything I have. On everything that I am.”

a/n: lmao sorry if this is lowkey unhinged and also bad i wrote this in like 2 hours i started at 2:16am according to google docs version history and stopped at 4:26am so like yeah.

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[teru-byte-dev]

I know who the anti-willo anon is.

I’m already dreading how long this post is going to take to write. Gonna try to do as much as I can before I have to board my plane. But after this, it will all finally be over. 7 months of harassment, 217 days to be exact, finally blamed. After collecting data for five months, I can finally, finally prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Much will be claimed in this post that I do not currently have the energy to find the primary source to substantiate. Maybe tomorrow or the next day. If you’re unsure about any piece of evidence, ask anyone who’s been active in #syscourse in the last half year and I’m certain they’ll confirm they witnessed it.

So yes I’m sorry this is going to be extremely long and unpolished, I’m literally writing one draft of this, somewhat streamofconsciousnessy and yeah just some of the first things that come to my mind in the order they come to my mind, and then I'm sending it off to explode everything. My condolences.

Part 1: Radendo

So those of you who already know what this blog is may be wondering, “Did you just use your faulty little program to decide who to blame for months of bullshit?”. The answer is no. That would be very stupid. You can’t know who’s sending anons. Many, many of them were very obvious, but even the possibility of other actors would pollute the dataset too much, and that possibility has already been confirmed on multiple occasions.

I think it’s better if we work backward. So let’s start with the first clue: “radendo”.

This word never existed in English until mid-April, when it was first sent in an anonymous ask to @okiimii. And then to everyone in this god forsaken Tumblr tag #syscourse. I’m sure everyone who was active then remembers this well.

Except that’s not entirely true. It was used precisely once before then. A coining, if you will. Budget screenshot drowning because I’m not on mobile.

I would like to make it clear that I have nothing against @starstruck-sillies or @celesystiasys. It was just a one-off linguistic game that probably a one-digit number of people saw and then forgot about.

One of those people was the root poster, who I cropped out for dramatic effect.

Here’s the full screenshot.

@lion-queen.

For those who weren’t active in April, @lion-queen was a bait blog that interacted with as many posts as possible, roleplaying as a psycological brick wall. They claimed to be anti-endo, but had a unique quirk. Unlike all other anti-endos on this website, they believed that there could be valid systems that are traumagenic without having a CDD. They also made a particularly big stink about created systems. Please keep this in mind as we move forward.

Only 11 days after @celesystiasys’s radendo post, @sandstorms-syscourse deleted the @lion-queen blog and confessed to and apologized for running it (prompted by nothing in particular but the goodness of their conscience, surely) and promised never to do anything like that ever again.

A few days before that, a blog had popped up talking about how horrible “radendos” were. This blog was @pro-endo-dino. According to them, a “radendo” was a pro-endo who supports created systems. They claimed to have absolutely nothing to do with the anons in everyone’s inboxes, and that “radendo” had existed as a term since 2019. They faked Discord screenshots to prove this, and were caught for an anachronistic use of “radqueer”, which was coined in 2021. The anons and @pro-endo-dino continued for several weeks.

Now at this point, one could make the argument that it could be a separate person. There are some minor things here, like @lion-queen and @pro-endo-dino having somewhat similar intro posts (“this character from decades-old media is literally me” -> discourse stances -> mental illnesses), but come on, @sandstorms-syscourse super duper promised never to do anything like that again!

So anyway, among a flurry of alt blogs talking about “radendos” that all claimed not to have anything to do with each other (skipping over @unprofessional-shapeshifter) came @radendocringe. That one was part of a batch of 3 blogs that lasted less than 48 hours, but thanks to Tumblr’s beautiful eternal reblogging, we have this crucial post.

Ah... 3 weeks... what innocent times.

Thanks @casscourse, now we have the radendo person who is very obviously @pro-endo-dino beautifully framed confirming that they definitely saw that coining post. “radendo” and “endoqueer” both in the same screenshot. Excellent.

So this drastically reduces our potential candidates. And another thing is that @pro-endo-dino went on to talk about other origins. Yes, their main nitpick was with created systems, but any origin that didn’t have to do with some level of stress was a dangerous invader. Protogenic, spontaneous, didn’t matter.

Astute observers may note, and indeed a few have noted (without completely connecting the dots), that this is the same extremely unusual discourse stance as @lion-queen, just repackaged. @lion-queen folded stress-origin plurality into traumagenic, while @pro-endo-dino calls it endogenic, and indeed the only valid type of endogenic system (more on that later), but in terms of which systems they consider valid, they’re identical.

So, quite a suspicious chain from @radendocringe to @pro-endo-dino to @lion-queen to @sandstorms-syscourse to @driaderg (the main account behind @sandstorms-syscourse), but certainly not conclusive.

I’ve got plenty more hard evidence, but I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge the prediction of the main purpose of this blog, @teru-byte.

The front-end’s gotten all messed up since I made some optimizations yesternight and I don’t feel like fixing it right now and I’m definitely not revealing the back-end, so what I will say (and yes you will just have to take my word for it, sorry) is that @teru-byte the sockpuppet detector thinks there’s definitely a connection between @sandstorms-syscourse and @pro-endo-dino, about a 47% linguistic fingerprint match which is remarkably high compared to other pairs. Percentages in the 40s is usually what I see for publicly known sideblogs. A slightly closer connection is @sandstorms-syscourse and @princess-auklet, another alter in the same system (this is public knowledge). More interestingly, @lion-queen and @pro-endo-dino are slightly closer to each other than any of driaderg’s system, after which there is a steep drop-off. So it would seem that @driaderg has a consistent “troll voice” even when playing different characters.

Anyway. Where was I? Right, @driaderg. Well, this was not the first time that @driaderg had admitted to doing anti-created systems trolling.

Part 2: My Alter Did It

“almost all of it”. More on that in a moment.

I’m not going to get into the specifics of the January arc and in general I’m going to just scratch the surface of stuff going forward because otherwise I have no hope of finishing this. You remember if you were there.

So, basically, bunch of people got anons bashing created systems. This was the first wave of mass harassment, though it was relatively short compared to the endless tidal wave we’ve had to deal with for the past 4.5 months. Notable events include the anon claiming to be a medical professional and trying to pin the blame for the anons on @luckyclovercollective.

Now for that “almost”. What wasn’t included?

Ah yes, the most eggregious ones. Of course. Full responsibility and pathetical groveling for most of it, but anything that could connect them back to the other anti-created systems person...

Ok, I’ve beat around the bush long enough. It’s time to address the elephant in the room.

@translucent-system.

Sorry for jumping around the timeline so haphazardly. A few days after @sandstorms-syscourse’s confession, @pearlite-blues put the pieces together and was the first to publicly accuse @driaderg of being the “pro-endo anti-created” blog haunting the tags, @translucent-system.

I don’t think all of their points were bangers, but some highlights were:

@translucent-system and @princess-auklet being seemingly the only people ever to use the phrase “nothing is impossible with systems”

identical signoffs (bullet points like i'm doing now)

very uncreative alter name selections that gave away participation in certain fandoms

Now with my gargantuan 700MB dataset, I can now surpass Tumblr search and confirm that no other user ever said “nothing is impossible with systems” aside from @translucent-system and @princess-auklet (@driaderg).

One thing I would like to point out is that the all-lowercase transid thing was a dud. @driaderg’s blogs regularly used both capitalizations so the point is moot.

But even though they were wrong about which word, paying attention to idiosyncratic capitalization will bring us another silver bullet.

I would like to make it clear here that I hate @sophieinwonderland. When I started this project far too long ago, I genuinely wanted to find some other bread crumb trail leading to someone else, maybe even @sophieinwonderland herself. I hate that this post is going to give her a win and crazy levels of smugness rights during her freefall. But it is what it is.

Anyway. The magic word.

TransPlural

“nothing is impossible with systems” is memetic. On its own I would feel comfortable ignoring it because as sus as a repeated 5-word phrase seems in the abstract, this is something that I think could easily be repeated. Similar to something like “silly guys in my head”

TransPlural is not that. Who the fuck capitalizes words like that? (Well, a Warrior Cats fan, that’s who.) This is anti-memetic.

Out of over 650 blogs (basically everyone who’s interacted with syscourse in any capacity in the last year), only 5 have ever used “TransPlural” with that capitalization:

@sandstorms-syscourse

@princess-auklet

the REAL elephant in the room, @system-facts

@prettypog-imust-say (only 1 instance, was quoting @system-facts)

@teru-byte-dev, just now

I have intentionally avoided bringing up @system-facts until now due to the fact that their blog claimed suicide shortly before deletion and there are a lot of strong emotions surrounding that. However, with all of this evidence piling up, I hope I have depoisoned the well enough to make it obvious that there is only one person who could possibly be behind all of this. There is no universe where radendo, endoqueer, TransPlural, and “nothing is impossible with systems” all recurring together is a fluke. It has to have been @driaderg, ever since December.

But ok, if we were to be delusional levels of “charitable” here, one could argue that the evil evil super evil mastermind @translucent-system planted these seeds in a big brain move that they would somehow be found. And to that I say: why hasn’t @driaderg been directly accused/admitted to being the anti-willo troll? They clearly love the strategy. @system-facts tried to send blame and hate to @princessofendos. Totally Not Lotus accused @luckyclovercollective. And now just recently, “anti willo anon” has dropped into @luckyclovercollective’s partner @sky-forest-inn’s inbox (innbox heha) to accuse them of... being @system-facts!!

And wow would you look at that, @sky-forest-inn just happened to be one of @driaderg’s recent publicly admitted targets!

This is Big Apology #3 within 6 months, by the way. At a certain point, and I would say that point is at #3, the apologies are bullshit, it’s clearly a pattern of behavior that will not soon change, and anyone familiar with internet drama knows that when someone repeatedly makes a big show of being super sorry and revealing everything multiple times within a relatively short time span, they’re definitely absolutely still hiding shit that will have to be forcefully pried from their disgusting slimy hands.

If it was a fluke, @driaderg should’ve been an easy target. They already had the biggest system blog on Tumblr on this hypothetically innocent person, imagine how much hate could get sent if they timed a fake apology post just right! But no, they didn’t do that, because it’s the same phucking person.

I’m still far from done and it’s already so blindingly obvious oh my GOD how has the majority stayed on driaderg’s side for this long

Part 3: Bounce Forward

Ok, so we’ve hit the origin point of @system-facts, we now have the full context (maybe I don’t know I’m aware how scattered this all is, I’m probably skipping over important context for those not in the know, but this is really for those who are in the know so they can fill in the gaps), what other missing pieces are there.

Mostly tidbits I guess. Did you know that every single anti-created blog ever has used “directional quotes”? The kind I’m using now, that look different depending on if they’re at the “beginning of a word, or at the end”. On some devices they display as curly, others as slanted, but what they definitely aren’t is straight vertical. I’m not sure why keyboards are different about this or what causes it, but based on my analysis, only 25% of blogs use directional quotes instead of simple quotes. So whatever you had for the probability of all of this stuff with @driaderg being a fluke, divide that by another 4. 16, if you want to pretend that there was a single point in time ever where it even seemed likely that @system-facts was an actual independent person. Or is being anti-created correlary with having a keyboard that types directional quotes?

And there was The Spreadsheet that showed @driaderg and @pro-endo-dino posted at similar times. Honestly not sure if that was actually enough data to be conclusive, but that’s already where the mountain of evidence is pointing, so fuck it! It also is likely what prompted @driaderg to admit to the smaller crime of running @lion-queen, presumably in an attempt to save face. The blog was deleted, maybe to intentionally try to hide the evidence, but unfortunately this is the worst website to try to do that on.

Speaking of getting back to that connection, let’s talk about this ask. Maybe could’ve led with this as it’s quite strong evidence. I am so sorry for how much of a disaster this post is from a writing perspective. I really can’t put more energy into this because thinking about this for this long makes my blood boil. One draft takes long enough.

So if you remember from the beginning of this ungodily long post, we know for certain that this is a lie! @driaderg was one of the very few people to hear about radendo before this, they received a direct notification! Great to catch @driaderg in something so blatant, because accusing them of being all of these blogs necessitates the claim that they are a habitual liar. Honestly, admitting to running @lion-queen was definitely their biggest mistake. That was the start of this whole chain reaction. Though, it’s a shame that this lie wasn’t caught immediately upon the admission. Would’ve been a great followup to The Spreadsheet.

Anyway, let’s once again imagine the completely unrealistic scenario in which @driaderg is innocent of everything they haven’t admitted to. Imagine you are a struggling system who has been accused of, among other things, faking a suicide on a “pro-endo” anti-created blog. A new pro-endo anti-created blog pops up. What would you do?

Option A: Engage with it, associating yourself with what you know is a ticking time bomb that could lead to even more hate

Option B: Stay a million billion miles the fuck away

Obviously, an innocent @driaderg would choose Option B. But driaderg is not innocent, and we know that because of the CONTENT OF THE ASK. It’s obvious why this ask was sent.

Part 4: oaiw4htgjndgfkj

All of that speedran and yet I guarantee there’s still more evidence I haven’t thought of. More sources maybe coming in a few days, but everyone who would be enough in the know to care knows that all of the baseline facts I’ve stated are true because they witnessed them firsthand.

If you spent time out of your finite life defending @driaderg, good fucking luck justifying that to anyone on the outside of this. “Oh how could I have known that the person who had previously admitted to sending dozens of anti-willo anons and running an anti-willo bait blog for weeks was the person who was sending the anti-willo anons and running anti-willo bait blogs?”

Now for more speculation time, since there are no consequences on the internet ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡ )

I don’t think there are multiple committed anti-willos. I think a few anti-endos may have briefly joined here and there, but I believe that at least 95% of those posts made in the last 217 days were written by driaderg. I simply don’t think it’s possible for two people to be this insane and not eat each other alive much sooner than that. Especially with the recent @sophiesopposite “Mod B” bringing up Sophie’s “suicide denial” with seemingly no prompting, it doesn’t make sense for a different person to hold that grudge and be as persistent as “Mod A”. They are at best two different alters in the same system.

I also think the Discord server leak was fake. Remember, the only thing that gave away the radendo screenshots was the anachronism of radqueer. This server leak had all of the same suspicious elements, but people ate it up like candy because it fit what they wanted to believe or whatever. That some of the anons were being abusively forced? idk. Anyway, that was just one attempt of many to trick people into thinking there are multiple people behind this. There weren’t and there aren’t. They tried many ways to get people to believe there was a group of operatives here to seem more threatening, some more successful than others, I am not buying any of it. I am pushing my poker chips all in on this entire 217-day operation being entirely the doing of driaderg.

Here’s every major blog that I think driaderg was behind in the last 7 months:

@driaderg

@princess-auklet

@sandstorms-syscourse

@system-facts

@translucent-system

@pro-endo-dino

@unprofessional-shapeshifter

@fuckradendos

@radendocringe

@radendo-blocklist

@pro-endo-miku

@sophiesopposite

probably more i'm forgetting

Even if I'm wrong about my ultimate bet on singularlity, and that is the one thing I think is reasonable for the readers to disagree on, there's no possible doubt

So @driaderg, since I know you're reading this because I know you've been much more online than you let on, I don't want an apology. If you were Pinnochio, your nose would be long enough to be a metereological device by now. No one would be fucking stupid enough to believe a 4th Big Apology. It would be forced and insincere, the two worst things for an apology to be.

I want answers. I want to know why you did all of this.

I want to know why you hate created systems so much.

I want to know why you spent so much time on this.

I want to know why you were so stubborn about the bait, only bothering to switch out a word or two every several weeks.

I want to know why you hate @okiimii so much.

TLDR/Summary

Everything that would have to be a coincidence for driaderg to be innocent of what I’ve accused:

@lion-queen (confirmed @driaderg) and @pro-endo-dino having the same ideology is a coincidence

“radendo” being coined in a reply to @lion-queen (confirmed @driaderg) shortly before it was adopted by @pro-endo-dino is a coincidence

“endoqueer” being coined in a reply to @lion-queen (confirmed @driaderg) shortly before it was adopted by @radendocringe is a coincidence

“nothing is impossible with systems” being used by @princess-auklet and @translucent-system and no one else ever anywhere on the internet is a coincidence

“TransPlural” being used by @princess-auklet AND @sandstorms-syscourse, and then also @system-facts, and no one else ever, is a coincidence

@driaderg conveniently forgot about radendo and thought it was a good idea to be one of the first and only people to unanonymously engage amicably with @pro-endo-dino

@sky-forest-inn out of everyone who could’ve possibly been targeted, including @driaderg themselves, being accused of being @system-facts shortly after @driaderg had already harassed them for weeks is a coincidence

@driaderg and @pro-endo-dino having similar posting schedules is a coincidence

@teru-byte has absolutely no merit and it just happened to identify linguistic similarities*

more I’m not remembering right now, for sure. I may have even forgotten a point I brought up in this very post

*ah shit i was supposed to post the author comparison chart before all of this. yeah i did a whole thing where i compiled books from a bunch of famous authors as a test for teru-byte but forgot to do the last 5% of making it look decent enough to post before writing this monstrosity. sorry i promise that’ll get beautifully substantiated sometime within the next week. have a whole graph and everything

Well, that’s all I have externally pressured time for, and all I have internally pressured health to deal with. There are so so many gaps that will need to be filled in later, but for now I’m going offline for at least several hours and will be back later to engage with the ensuing pandemonium.

Now explode

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[ninisdollie]

summer bummer - jake sim 𓈒ིུ ❤︎

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“In which reader and Jake see each other only in the summer, finding themselves between tangled sheets and filthy words. But this year, it’s not just sex anymore.”

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fem! reader x jake, friends with benefits! to lovers, fingering, dirty talking, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m rec), riding, multiple positions, spitting, porn with a little emotional plot idk.

word count: 7.0k

hate comments will be deleted and blocked, likes and reblogs are appreciated !!

The field by the lake hadn’t changed, same driftwood benches, same cooler of cheap beer half-buried in the dirt, same old Bluetooth speaker trying its best to fight against the crackle of the fire. A few faces had grown older, a few new ones floated in from the city for the summer, but the rhythm was the same.

You always traveled back to your hometown for vacation, where you could forget about your city girl live, where most of your childhood friends still lived, where you spent the days tanning under the burning sun and drinking margaritas.

You were perched on a log near the flames, cold drink in hand, sweat beginning to bead at the nape of your neck despite the breeze off the water, despite the thin fabric of your short flower dress. Your friends were around you, Jay had brought his guitar like always, Heeseung was already tipsy, throwing rocks into the lake and yelling about something stupid. It was light, fun and meaningless. But you couldn’t stop checking the curve of the dirt road, waiting.

He was coming tonight, you knew it. Jake Sim.

It was never official. Not a relationship or a fling. It was almost like a summer tradition, like fireworks and iced tea and peeling sunburnt skin. You came back every year, and so did he. Like gravity, something written in body. No goodbyes, no promises, just heat and hands and stolen nights that left you wrecked until fall. You’d known him for years at this point, same boy who almost drowned in your parent’s pool at twelve, same boy who kissed you in truth or dare, same boy who knew your body much better than yourself.

The thing is, you barely spoke the rest of the year. A couple likes on Instagram. A birthday text, maybe. But no late-night calls, no long conversations. It was easier that way. If you talked too much, it would start to feel real. If it felt real, you’d both ruin it.

But still, you knew what it meant when you saw his name light up your phone two weeks before summer.

Jake Sim: you coming back this year?

Your fingers trembled over the keyboard.

Me: of course, always.

Because it didn’t matter how much time passed. The second your eyes met again, everything came flooding back, the way he kissed you like he was starving, the roughness of his voice when he begged to stay inside just a little longer, the way your bodies fit like puzzle pieces designed by the sun itself.

You weren’t in love. But it was close enough to hurt when you had to go back to your city every year.

So you both kept a silent deal. You didn’t ask who he fucked in the winter. He didn’t ask if you missed him in the spring. You only cared about the here and now, the sticky, sacred months of July and August. You only cared about sweat-slicked skin and beach towels and his hand gripping your throat like it was the only way he knew how to say I missed you.

Your stomach twisted when you heard it.

Tires crunching over gravel, laughter, car doors slamming.

You didn’t even have to turn to know because you felt it.

He was here.

It had been eleven months, two weeks, and six days since he last fucked you against the wall of your aunt’s bathroom at the end-of-summer party. You’d cried after. Not because of him, but because leaving always felt like peeling your skin off and flying back to a world where Jake didn’t exist.

But now he walked in like he owned the night, as always, that soft and chill aura like he didn’t care about anything in the world. Sun-kissed and cocky, rings on his fingers, black tshirt clung to his chest like it was begging for your attention. Ni-ki was beside him, already tossing a grin toward the group by the cooler, but Jake?

Jake looked straight at you.

The air left your lungs like a punch. You hated that it still did this to you, turned your insides to syrup and your thighs to heat. One look, that’s all it took. You didn’t smile, or wave. Just sipped your drink and looked back like it didn’t matter, letting the breeze wave your hair against your face.

“Finally decided to show up.” Heeseung dabbed him up, but his eyes were still locked on your face.

He stopped a few feet away, slow steps bringing him just close enough to let your body register him, his smell, his shadow, the ghost of his hands already on your skin. His voice was casual when he finally spoke.

“City girl had the time to come this year” he said, the exact same thing he said last summer. The same damn line.

Your lips curved around your drink, glossy and shining under the warm light of the fire.

“I always come, Jake.”

He smiled like he wanted to say something filthy about that. Like he remembered every single time. Then his eyes trailed down your body, slow and intentional because of course he wanted you to notice. You squirmed a bit, flipping your hair over your shoulder.

The fire was crackling between you two. Ni-ki called his name, someone handed you another beer, which you rejected with a smile, Sunghoon yelled something about “going crazy this summer”, but it all blurred. The music was loud, but your heart was louder.

“You look good,” Jake added, voice low enough that only you could hear it.

You smiled softly, tilting your head, took in the curve of his arms, his thick lips, the gold chain glinting at his collarbone, the heat in his eyes.

“I always look good” you whispered back.

He chuckled, stepping back, walking away like he hadn’t just lit every nerve in your body on fire.

But you knew how this would end.

Because he was here looking at you like he hadn’t had a decent orgasm since the last time you moaned his name.

After a few hours, the fire started burning low. People had thinned out, some stumbling back to their parents’ houses, others crawling into tents by the lake or paired off under trees in the dark. The music had died to background static. Your drink was warm and half-full, forgotten in your hand. The air was still thick with smoke, beer, and heat that clung to your skin even after sundown.

You’d been sitting on the edge of a blanket, legs stretched out, staring into the dying embers and the star-full sky, when Ni-ki wandered over, car keys dangling from his finger, hair a bit messy.

“You need a ride?” he asked, voice lazy, smile crooked. “I’m sober, Jake’s coming to.”

You hesitated for only a second before you saw Jake trailing behind him.

One glance from him was enough. That slight tilt of his head, that litlle smile on his lips, the way his eyes dipped down to your mouth just for one second before biting his lips. He didn’t say anything. Just leaned against the side of the car, one hand in his pocket, eyes still on you.

“Yeah,” you said, too quickly. “Thanks, Ki”

Inside, Ni-ki’s father’s truck smelled like weed and cologne and dried lake water. The windows were halfway down, the music low and thumping with bass. You were pressed against the cool leather, the hem of your dress creeping up your thighs with every shift. Jake climbed in right beside you, not even pretending to leave space, it wasn’t even necessary for him to sit besides you, and his thigh brushed yours, firm and warm.

Neither of you said anything.

Ni-ki started the car and chatted from the front, his voice a cheerful hum against the dark. Something about the girls by the cooler. Someone puking behind the dock. You nodded, made a sound of agreement, but every nerve in your body was tuned to Jake. His arm was stretched lazily across the back of the seat, fingertips just grazing your shoulder, his touch already setting your skin on fire. He smelled like smoke and sweat perfume and him. Familiar and dangerous.

“Is school going well?” he asked under his breath, close enough that his mouth nearly touched your cheek.

You turned toward the window.

“Yeah, it’s been nice. You?”

He didn’t answer. Just smiled again and let his hand drop, light and casual, until the side of it was resting against your bare thigh. It wasn’t even obvious. Ni-ki didn’t notice, too busy driving and still talking, and Jake didn’t move. His fingers didn’t trail, just a slight pressure. But it was enough to remind you of every time he’d had you spread out in the back of a car like this before, drunk off each other, reckless and flushed.

The road dipped, and the jostle made his palm shift higher on your leg.

You bit your lip.

“Cute dress,” he murmured. “Little short, though.”

You pulse started to rush, and it was suddenly so hot inside the car. Then his fingers crept under the hem of your dress, brushing the inside of your thigh, higher and higher, until you felt your whole body clench.

“—right? So I told Heeseung not to piss his girlfriend off—” Ni-ki kept talking in the front seat, totally oblivious, laughing at his own story.

Meanwhile Jake’s fingers brushed against the thin cotton of your panties, and exhaled through his nose.

“You wore these for me?” he whispered, dragging one finger slowly over the damp seam, right where you were already pulsing for him. “Or did I get you this wet just now?”

You swallowed hard. Your head hit the back of the seat.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Can’t wait to taste you this summer”

You squeezed your legs shut instinctively, but he just pushed his hand between them, forcing them apart again. His fingers slid beneath the fabric, hot and greedy and slow, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you. His middle finger circled your clit, gentle but focused, rhythm cruelly steady. Your hips twitched. You tried to keep your face blank, heart racing as Ni-ki kept talking about girlfriend drama and god knows what else. Jake leaned back in the seat like nothing was happening, laughing and his friend’s jokes, keeping the conversation, like he wasn’t making your thighs shake under the cover of your dress.

And all you could do was clutch the edge of your seat and pray your breathing didn’t give you away.

“Hey, Y/N” Ni-ki said. “You think your parents will let us throw the pool party this year?”

You could barely hear him, you couldn’t even answer. So you just hummed, but it came out more like a moan, and Jake chuckled besides you because he had two fingers inside you now, slow and shallow, more teasing than satisfying.Every twist of his hand dragged against your sweet spot and pulled a silent scream from your throat.

His lips brushed your ear again.

“You’re so tight, baby. You miss me?” he asked like he wasn’t knuckle-deep inside you, like this was all small talk.

You nodded once, shaky and pathetic, and he smiled.

Ni-ki pulled up in front of your parent’s place, headlights sweeping over the front porch.

“You want us to walk you up?” he offered, turning in his seat.

You jolted, heart hammering.

Jake’s fingers slipped out of you just in time, slow and slick, leaving your panties soaked. He brought his hand to his mouth casually, like he was stretching, and sucked the tips of his fingers clean while staring you dead in the eyes.

“Nah,” Jake said smoothly, voice casual. “She’s good.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m good. Thanks for the ride, Ki.”

But you weren’t. You were literally shaking.

You stepped out of the car on trembling legs, your thighs wet, your panties ruined, and Jake’s grin burned into your memory.

Your parent’s didn’t allow you to host the pool party this year, since the damages of last summer were still ghosting in the house. So Sunoo, being the good friend that he was, offered his pool.

The party was already in full swing by the time you showed up, loud music, wet footprints all over the tile, floats bobbing in the pool, and a cooler full of drinks that had long since lost their ice. The heat was sweltering. The sky was cloudless. And everything felt like it was pulsing with that hazy energy.

You found your friends by the pool, and smiled at them. You slipped off your sandals, dropped your towel on a sun chair, and waded straight into the pool, cool water wrapping around your body like a sigh.

Jake was there too.

He was across the pool, shirtless in red swim trunks, tan skin glistening wet, a beer bottle tipped to his lips as he leaned back against the edge with that lazy, devastating smirk. His hair was damp, curls pushed back, and he had that look in his eye. The one he only wore when you were in the room.

You hadn’t spoken since the night in the truck. Just a few glances, a look across the lake. He was busy this summer too, you knew that, his father needed help in his job, so you weren’t seeing him that often. But you still felt him every second since.

And now, he was watching you float through the water like he already had you pressed up against the pool wall, hand between your thighs, making you come so hard you’d choke on his name.

You kept your face blank, kept swimming. But your heart was going wild.

Everyone else was drunk and loud. Sunghoon was doing cannonballs, Jungwon was begging someone to make more margaritas, Ni-ki was DJing from the patio like his life depended on it, but your whole world narrowed every time Jake’s eyes dragged over your chest, your stomach, the way your bikini clung to your hips.

At one point, you reached for your drink from the edge and felt his presence behind you before you even heard his voice.

“You trying to kill me in that bikini?” Jake murmured, chest brushing your back in the water. His voice was low and close, mouth inches from your shoulder. “Or is this just for attention?”

You didn’t turn around.

“We both know i don’t need to ask for your attention.”

He chuckled, dark and quiet.

“You know i love when you get cocky.”

You don’t even remember who touched who first.

One second, Jake was behind you in the pool, his breath grazing your neck like a threat, and the next, your fingers brushed his underwate, just enough to say now. You didn’t look back, it wasn’t necessary because he followed.

You climbed out slowly, water cascading down your legs, your bikini clinging to your curves like a secret. Jake was only a step behind, eyes locked on the drip of water trailing down your spine. No one noticed, or maybe they did and didn’t care. This was how it always happened. One second, you were mingling, the next, you were gone.

Inside the house, the music got muffled by walls and closed doors. You walked past the kitchen, past the hallway, past the laundry room, and Jake’s hand caught yours. Pulled and turned. He shoved open the bathroom door and you stumbled inside, your back hitting the wall, cold tile kissing wet skin.

Then, his mouth was on yours.

He tasted like alcohol and fresh fruit and he kissed you like a man unhinged. His hot mouth devouring you, breathless and not giving but taking. Tongue deep, wet and sloppy, teeth sharp, pulling your lower lip and sucking it, no space between you. The kiss wasn’t sweet. It was months of repression, of thinking about this exact moment, of remembering how tight you were around him, how loud you got when he hit just the right spot.

Your back hit the wall with a thud, and his hands were everywhere, palming your ass through your bikini bottoms, gripping your waist hard enough to bruise, sliding up your spine to twist in your wet hair and tug your head back, like he was scared you’d disappear again. You felt his hard length beneath the damp fabric of his shorts, grinding into you like he couldn’t hold himself back.

Jake pulled back just long enough to look at you.

“You look fucking unreal right now,” he breathed, eyes blown. “I’ve been losing my mind all fucking year thinking about this pussy.”

His voice was hot and low and filthy, his hand sliding down your stomach, slipping under your soaked bikini bottoms without hesitation.

“You missed me?” he murmured, middle finger dragging through your slit. “Huh, baby? You missed this cock?”

You moaned, too breathless to lie. Head spinning, eyes hazy and brain already shut down.

He grinned like he already knew.

“Of course you did. This pussy was made for me.”

He shoved your bottoms down, let them fall wet to the floor. Then, he dropped to his knees like it was instinct. You barely had time to breathe before his mouth was on you. Tongue hot, fast, messy and desperate. Jake moaned into your cunt like he’d been starving all year. You moaned into your hand and let your head fall against the wall as his tongue licked a wide, greedy stripe up your slit, then circled your clit, sloppy, shameless and relentless. His fingers dug into your thighs in case you’d pull away and he ate you out like this was his last meal.

“God,” he groaned, voice muffled against your heat. “always so fucking sweet.”

You rocked your hips forward into his face, already breathless from how deep he was buried between your thighs. Your pussy dripping on him, pulsing and hot. His hair was damp from the pool, and now from sweat, his working like he was worshiping you.

Your fingers laced through his curls, pulling.

“Jake—oh my God.”

He didn’t stop. Just growled into you and pulled you closer, spreading you wider, tongue fucking into you as if he couldn’t decide whether to tease or devour. Then, his thumb slid up, wet from your slick, pressing soft tight circles against your clit as his tongue fucked in deeper.

You gasped, back arching.

“Jake, please—”

“You gonna come on my mouth?” he asked, almost sweetly. “You gonna make a mess on my face, baby?”

He was smiling against your sex, completely obsessed, like your shaking thighs and broken voice were exactly what he wanted to ruin. Like he wouldn’t be satisfied until you fell apart right here in the bathroom with his tongue buried inside you and your moans echoing off the tile.

You whimpered, trying to hold yourself up, but your knees were already buckling.

“Please, Jake—don’t stop—”

“Oh, I won’t,” he muttered against your clit, voice low and wrecked. “Not until you’re dripping down my chin.”

Then he sucked again. Hard, wet and loud. Totally obscene and shameless, his tongue flicking fast, his thumb grinding into your clit in tight circles, dragging your orgasm out of you like he was starving for it. You gasped, hips jolting forward as heat crashed through your spine and exploded in your belly.

Jake groaned into you, tongue lapping up every bit of your mess like it was his job. His arms locked around your thighs, holding you in place, making sure you felt every second of it, felt how messy you were, how wrecked, how much he loved it.

You came hard.

Your thighs clamped around his head, your toes curled, your hands scrabbling for the sink behind you as pleasure split you in half, hot and dizzying. Your whole body trembled, mouth falling open in a silent cry as your pussy pulsed around nothing, empty but aching, soaking his mouth and chin.

Jake only pulled back when your legs gave out.

He caught you, barely, arms around your waist, eyes heavy and glazed as he looked up at you, his face glistening with your slick, lips red and shiny, hair messy from your hands in it.

“So fucking good” he said, voice ruined.

Then he kissed you again, messy, open, licking into your mouth like he wanted you to taste yourself on him. In one movement, he shoved down his trunks and grabbed your thigh, hiking it up against the wall.

“You ready?” he said, lining himself up and thrusting in all at once, bottoming out. You gasped. “Gonna fuck you just how you like it.”

He was thick and deep and so fucking hard, stretching you open like your body had been waiting for him all year. His length throbbed through your soaked walls, still senstive but still wanting more. You cried out, back arching as Jake buried himself to the hilt, brutal thrusts that knocked the air from your lungs.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice low and ruined in your ear. “You’re so tight around me. Like this pussy’s been waiting all year, just for my cock.”

You clenched around him at the words, helpless, already overwhelmed. Your nails dug into his biceps as he held you pinned between his chest and the cold edge of the bathroom counter, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread wide open. He moved deep, dragging strokes that made you choke on your breath. His cock hit that spot inside you perfectly, rubbing against your slick, sensitive walls, making you tremble with every push.

Your head fell back, lips parted, completely at his mercy.

“God—fuck, I missed this,” he groaned, hips snapping faster. “Missed how you squeeze me. Missed these pretty fucking sounds. You make me insane.”

He grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto him harder, faster, skin slapping against skin as the bathroom filled with the sounds of filthy, frantic sex, wet, breathless, obsessed. The air inside was so hot, the mirror foggy, your body wet not only with water but with sweat and spit, every inch inside of you burning for him.

You wrapped your legs around him, holding on tight, body jerking with every thrust.

“Jake—oh my god—yes—fuck me, please—”

“I am, baby,” he growled, pounding into you. “Fucking you like you need.”

He kissed you, teeth and tongue and bruising need, before pulling back to spit the next words right against your mouth:

“That’s right. This pussy’s mine when you’re here. Mine to fuck. Mine to ruin.”

A loud groan left his mouth, losing rhythm for a second, driving into you harder now, ruthless, like he wanted to fuck you so deep you’d still feel him tomorrow, his thrusts pounding into your soaked pussy, his body smacking against yours in loud, wet sounds that echoed off the walls. You moaned loud at that, barely holding back from coming again.

“I’m gonna fuck you all summer,” he hissed in your ear, fucking you harder. “Every night. Every morning. You understand?”

His hand slid between your bodies, fingers finding your swollen, aching clit, rubbing tight circles that helped the pressure on your stomach start to build with so much force.

“You wanna cry on my cock again like you did last year?” he taunted, thumb dragging up to your clit as he pounded into you harder. “Huh? Gonna make a mess for me like a good fucking girl?”

Your body didn’t hold back anymore. You came again, gasping, clenching around him so tight he cursed into your neck, hips jerking as he came with you with a thick moan, hot, deep, full. He spilled inside you so familiar and warm and good, and you whimpered at the feeling. God, you missed it so much.

You collapsed into him, slick and shaking, still pinned to the wall as he caught his breath, mouth dragging across your collarbone like he couldn’t stop touching you.

“God,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “I’m not letting you go a single night without this dick.”

Jake then pulled out slowly, the loss making you whimper again, and his eyes lost between your legs watching how you dripped him down your thighs, he bit his lip at the view. Then kissed you again, fast but hot, helping you put on your bikini bottoms again, still a bit dazed from the strong orgasm.

“You never do, anyways.”

He chuckled softly, putting his shorts on and hissing at the sensitivity on his cock, then placed a kiss on your forehead, winking an eye.

“Summer’s just getting started, baby.”

The days passed with not much happening. Parties, nights by the lake, fishing, movie nights in someone’s old basement. Almost every night ending the same way, everyone either passed out or going home.

Except you.

And Jake.

It always started with a look. That same look. Then a brush of his hand at your hip while you were helping clean up. Then a muttered, “Come with me,” while the others weren’t looking.

And ended with the two of you tangled in the backseat of his father’s car, windows halfway fogged, leather seats squeaking under the shift of your weight. You straddling him, panties shoved to the side, Jake’s hands gripping your waist tight as you rocked your soaked pussy over the thick, heavy length of his cock. Him fully inside you, buried deep, sweat dripping from his hairline as he hissed through his teeth. The night quiet except for the sound of your skins slapping together.

“Fuck, baby—” his voice was hoarse, raw. “You feel so fucking good. Always so tight for me.”

His nasty words always making you come even harder around his length.

“I’ve been thinking about this since you left,” he whispered, grabbing your ass and helping you move faster, harder. “Jacking off in my room like a fucking loser, imagining you bouncing on my cock just like this. Every fucking night.”

“Every summer,” he whispered. “You’ll always be mine.”

Other times were lazy sundays in his room, after a wild night, makeup still on your face, mascara smuged, but he always told you you looked beautiful that way. The sheets clinging to your bodies thanks to the sweat and the heat, Jake leaning his back against the bedframe, legs parted and you between them.

Still lazy, but hungry.

His cock already hard. Thick, flushed, glistening at the tip like it had been waiting for your mouth since the second he pulled you into the house.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed when you kissed the head, feeling him throb in your hand “You trying to ruin me, baby?”

You smiled, slow and wicked, as you licked a fat stripe up his shaft.

“I thought I already did.”

Jake’s head dropped back against the pillow, his hips twitching when you spat on his length, tongue swirled around the tip again, tasting the salty precum. You took your time, pressing kisses all over, teasing him, dragging your mouth down to his balls, licking and sucking until he was breathing through clenched teeth, abs tensing with every shift of your tongue.

“Shit—fuck” he gasped when you finally wrapped your lips around the head and sank down.

You moaned around him in response, and Jake swore, one hand flying into your hair.

“God, baby—your mouth is so fucking perfect.”

You bobbed your head slow, letting your tongue slide along the underside of his cock, eyes locked on his face the whole time. You loved watching him fall apart, how his brows pulled together, how his lips parted in these breathless, broken moans. His whole body went tight under you, muscles flexing, thighs trembling with every stroke.

“You’re gonna make me come already,” he panted, voice shaking. “You’re so fuckin’ nasty, just—shit—look at you.”

You pulled off with a wet pop, breath hot against his cock.

“Then come,” you whispered, stroking him slow, tongue flicking at the tip. “I want it. In my mouth. On my face. Wherever the fuck you want.”

Jake groaned.

“God, I almost forgot how filthy you are,” he muttered, hips lifting, fucking into your fist as your lips wrapped around him again.

But when you both were drunk, it was even more messy.

Laughing too loud, bumping into the hallway walls on the way upstairs, hands already all over each other before the door even closed.

Jake’s breath hot in your ear, mouth on your neck, his fingers tangled in the hem of your dress as you shoved at his chest, stumbling backwards into the room.

“I fucking want you,” he slurred, lips grazing your jaw, voice ragged. “I want you so bad it’s fucking sick.”

“You always want me,” you whispered, giggling breathlessly as he kicked the door shut and you both tripped into the mattress like lunatics. “You’re obsessed with me.”

He grabbed your wrists and pinned you down into the bed, kissing you hard, messy, open-mouthed, teeth clashing, tongues tangling.

“I am obsessed with you,” he muttered against your mouth. “I think about you all year. Think about your moans, your thighs, your fucking cunt—”

“Jake—”

“I jerk off to the sound of your voice,” he hissed, already yanking your dress up over your hips. “To the memory of you riding me. You fuckin’ haunt me.”

You gasped when he tugged your panties down fast and rough, mouth hot on your throat. He didn’t even wait to undress himself properly, just unzipped, shoved his pants low, pushed your legs open and spat on your pussy like he couldn’t take it one second longer.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned. “Fuck, baby—this pussy missed me, didn’t it?”

He shoved into you in one brutal thrust, no teasing, no warning, just full length, all of him, thick and throbbing, slamming into your soaked heat like he was making up for lost time. And you screamed, legs wrapping around him as he rutted into you without rhythm, just hunger and need.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he panted. “You feel fucking insane. I’m gonna lose my fucking mind—”

His hands were under your ass, lifting you into every thrust, bed creaking under the pressure. His forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged, sweat dripping down his temple.

“I’m gonna fuck you stupid,” he whispered. “Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own fucking name.”

“You already do,” you moaned, nails dragging down his back.

Jake slammed deeper, taking every inch of your insides, pussy walls clenching around himc swallowing him like you were made for him, the room spinning not just from the alcohol but from the heat.

“You want it rough tonight, huh? Want me drunk and desperate, just using this pretty pussy ‘til I can’t even move?”

“Yes—fuck”

“You’re mine,” he spat, gripping your face, thumb sliding into your mouth. “Say it.”

“I’m yours—” you whined around his thumb, eyes rolling back.

He cursed, pulled out halfway, then slammed in again so hard you gasped.

“Say it louder.”

“I’m fucking yours!”

The air was thick with sweat, your bodies slick and tangled, the whole room smelling like sex and tequila and the kind of hunger you don’t come back from.

It was routine, it was habit. It was everything you could ask for. Because Jake didn’t just fuck you, he worshipped your body. Every thrust said mine. Every kiss felt dangerous. Every time he came inside you, it felt less like sex and more like surrender. He knew you so well, knew exactly what to say, where to touch, which speed to use. No other man had ever satisfied you the way he did.

And lately, he looked at you like you were a secret. Like you meant something. His touches were softer, his kisses more tender. He laid on your back and trailed his fingetips in slow circles and hummed songs in your ear.

But it scared you. You knew things with Jake wouldn’t be easy. He lived here, he belonged here, away, moving through calm days and quiet nights. You were different.

You were a city girl, you went to college, went to parties, woke up hangover on your friend’s penthouses.

It would never work. And never seeing him again, that really scared you.

So you kept your feelings tucked behind your tongue, hidden in the back of your throat behind every moan. You kissed him hard and pulled his hair and begged for more, but you never said please don’t fall for me.

Because sometimes, you thought maybe he already had.

And sometimes you thought maybe you had too.

Those thoughts were still consuming you days later, one morning in Jake’s bed.

You could hear the birds outside. The fan humming above. His slow, steady breath against your collarbone. Jake was still tangled around you, warm and heavy, like he’d melted into your skin overnight. His leg between yours. His arm around your waist. His hand—God, his hand—resting just under your breast, like it belonged there.

You wanted to stay there forever. In that golden, sleepy silence. Where nothing had to be said. Where everything could still be just sex and tequila and tradition. Where the feelings hadn’t spilled out yet.

But then he spoke.

“I don’t think I can do this again another year,” he said softly, voice hoarse with sleep.

You blinked slowly. Your body stiffened, but only just.

“What?”

He didn’t hesitate.

“This. Us. Fucking for a month and then going back to acting like we don’t know each other the rest of the year.”

You lifted your head, your heart already thudding in your chest. Jake was looking at you. Hair messy, lips still kiss-bitten, eyes swollen with everything he hadn’t said until now.

“I know we said this was casual,” he continued. “I know that’s what you want. But it’s not casual for me anymore.”

Your mouth parted, but no sound came out.

“I don’t want to wait eleven months to touch you again. I don’t want to only be yours in July. I want to wake up like this every day. I want to know what it feels like to take you out, not just sneak around.”

“Jake…”

“I want to know what it feels like to love you without pretending it’s just about sex.”

That word.

Love.

You sat up, pulling the sheet to your chest even though he’d seen every inch of you a thousand times. Even though he had your come drying on his stomach, your moans still in his mouth.

“Don’t say that, Jake” you said, voice suddenly cold.

“Why not?” he asked, brow furrowed.

“Because this wasn’t supposed to be that. That’s not what we do.”

Jake sat up too, confused, bare chest rising and falling as he tried to read your face.

“You can say everything to me when my cock’s inside you,” he said, eyes narrowing. “But the second I say I want more, you run?”

“I’m not running.”

“Yes, you are. You’ve been running since last summer. And the one before that.”

You stood from the bed, searching for your underwear like it was some kind of armor. The same scary thoughts in your head, the reality of it all hitting you.

“It’s not going to work, Jake. I told you since the beggining”

“No, you told me you didn’t want more.” He leaned forward, voice tighter now. “And I believed you. Until you started kissing me like I was the only thing keeping you breathing. Until you started holding me after like it meant something.”

You paused. Still facing the wall. Too afraid to look back.

“It’s safer this way,” you said quietly.

He laughed, bitter and humourless.

“Safer for you, maybe. But I’m the one who’s been waiting all year like a fucking idiot, hoping this time would be different.”

You turned to him finally, heart in your throat.

“I never asked you to wait.”

“No,” he said. “But you made it impossible not to.”

There was silence for a moment. And then Jake stood too. Naked, wrecked, still beautiful in the morning light. His eyes softer now. But sad. So fucking sad.

“I would’ve given you everything,” he said. “I still would.”

You didn’t answer.

You just grabbed your dress, your phone, and walked out of the room with tears in your eyes and his name like a stone in your throat.

The city felt bigger than usual.

You stood in the middle of your room in a t-shirt that wasn’t yours—his, oversized and worn-in, somehow ended up in your suitcase, probably from the night you threw up in his lap—sleeves pushed up to your elbows. It smelled faintly of saltwater and sweat and the faded remnants of Jake’s cologne, like a scent memory you were scared would disappear the second you washed it.

Your suitcase was still half-open on the floor. You hadn’t unpacked.

Outside, the city roared like it always did, sirens in the distance, someone yelling two blocks away, a motorcycle growling past, but all you could think about was the way the crickets used to sing by the lake. How the air back there tasted like bonfire and beer and warm skin. How the quiet meant something when it was wrapped around Jake’s voice and his breath on your neck in the dark.

You padded barefoot to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water with shaking hands, but your stomach felt like it was folding in on itself.

Everything was fine.

But then you opened your phone.

And scrolled.

And there he was.

Jake, half-naked on the dock, laughing with Ni-ki, holding a beer, dripping wet from the lake. Jake, driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on your bare thigh, sunglasses low on his nose, smirking like he owned the world. Jake, leaning over you in the backseat after Sunoo’s pool party, whispering filth into your mouth while everyone else was drunk and distracted.

Your heart twisted, sharp and slow and sick.

You hadn’t seen him since that morning. Since you ripped yourself out of his sheets and out of his arms and walked away with your pride held like a shield across your chest.

He didn’t come to Sunghoon’s goodbye party, he didn’t come to the last movie night in Jungwon’s basement.

He didn’t text. He didn’t call. He didn’t even look at your story.

And you didn’t reach out.

And now, in the dim hush of your apartment, with the AC buzzing and your body wrapped in his old shirt, the weight of it crushed you.

You slid to the floor, back against the bedframe, phone in your lap, eyes burning.

Because you wanted to be the girl who could let go. The girl who could take the pleasure, take the heat, take the memory, and walk away untouched.

But this time you weren’t her.

This time, you wanted more.

You wanted mornings. You wanted winter. You wanted him.

But you were too scared to say it.

So now you sat in the silence you chose, surrounded by his ghost, with nothing left but a hundred memories that all smelled like sex and regret.

You hadn’t turned on the lights, letting the soft blue glow of the television flicker across the room, even though you weren’t really watching anything. Just letting sound fill the silence.

And then… A knock.

You blinked. Stilled. For a second, you thought maybe you imagined it.

Then it came again.

Three gentle raps against your apartment door.

Your heart flipped. Your chest tightened. You stood slowly, like moving too fast would make it disappear. And when you opened the door…

Jake was there.

In the hallway, under the soft yellow glow of the broken light overhead, hair messy, hoodie half-zipped, eyes rimmed with exhaustion and something worse, like maybe he hadn’t slept in days. Like maybe he’d replayed that morning in his head a hundred times, and it still broke him every time.

“Hi,” he said softly.

You stopped breathing.

He looked… wrecked.

And beautiful. Standing in front of you like he had no idea what he was supposed to say now that he’d actually come.

“I didn’t know if you’d open the door,” he admitted, voice quiet.

You swallowed, gripping the edge of the door like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

“I almost didn’t.”

Jake let out a soft breath. Nodded. Then looked up at you, eyes shining a little too much.

“I had to see you, i booked the cheapest ticket” he said. “I couldn’t just let it end like that.”

You said nothing. Just looked at him, bare, faced and trembling, still holding the doorknob like it was a weapon.

He took a tiny step forward.

“I fucked up. I should’ve let you have your space. I should’ve waited. But I couldn’t. I’ve been losing my fucking mind thinking about you.”

“Jake…”

“No,” he said gently. “Let me say it.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his voice thick now. Full with honesty and feelings.

“I meant everything I said. I meant it when I told you I wanted more. I meant it when I said I couldn’t keep doing this once-a-year bullshit. Because it’s not just summer to me anymore. It’s not just sex. It hasn’t been for a long time.”

Your chest ached. He looked straight at you, no shields, no teasing smile, just a boy standing at the edge of something terrifying, begging you to take a step toward him.

“I’m in love with you,” he said, barely a whisper. “I think I’ve been in love with you my whole life, since the first time i fucked you. And I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

You blinked fast, heart beating so loud it hurt.

“I didn’t know how to… I thought if I said it out loud it would ruin everything.”

He nodded.

“So did I.”

“But it didn’t,” you said, voice trembling. “It ruined everything not saying it.”

Jake gave the softest smile. Sad, but hopeful. Like he still wasn’t sure if you were going to slam the door or fall into his arms.

So you reached for him. You grabbed the front of his hoodie, pulled him inside, shut the door behind him. And when your mouth crashed into his, hot, desperate, full of all the things you hadn’t said, Jake knew.

You were his.

Not just in summer or just in bed.

Just completely his.

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Good person - Choi Su- Bong x pregnant! reader

Summary: After leaving Thanos, you encounter him again in a serious death game, only this time the stakes are lot higher

Warnings: Not much, just your usual squid game gore

A/n: Sorry it's so short! I'm going to try and start adding some length to my stories again especially my Thanos stories so stay tuned for those longer stories, trust me they are coming, they're just takin a lil time

You had told yourself whenever you signed up, you'd be as careful as possible, and that it was all for your baby, after leaving their father and being disowned for choosing to be single mother, you were left with little to nothing, so of course you took the chance to get money.

As you woke up in the giant room you soon came to regret your decision, seeing your sperm donor just a few feet in front of you, focused on the screen reading off debts "Y/n L/n, 25 million won" The guard shouted, showing you getting smacked across the face, quickly holding an arm over your stomach afterwards. Almost like he knew, as soon as your name was called out, his head snapped to yours "Senorita! You're here!?" He shouted in shock "No Way!" He shouted as he walked closer, you attempted to curl your body up away from him, but due to the six month pregnancy belly, you could only bend your legs closer to you slightly.

"Please leave, Thanos" You grunted, trying your best to keep him at a distance, for all he knew you had taken a plan B after your last hook up and that was it. Instead he just kept approaching until he was standing in front of you "What're you doing here!?" He asked excited, you just shook your head "trying to get my family and I money after my sorry excuse of a boyfriend convinced me to buy stupid ass crypto?" You said like it was obvious, it wasn't like you were entirely lying, you just didn't specify what family.

Going into red light green light, you were cocky at first, knowing you could do this easy, until the shooting started, players falling left and right, while your baby dad just skipped and danced his way to you down the field "You never answered me, Senorita" He repeated, placing his hands on your hips, terrified of what he might do, especially after watching him shove other players to win "I-I'm pregnant" You blurted, you couldn't help it, between your fear of dying by Thanos or the game was too much, you just wanted to get out of this alive, you didn't think it'd be this serious, if you did, you never would've done this. "Haha" He laughed sarcastically before looking at your face as the doll called out red light, he was in front of you now, and you were visibly shaking, Thanos using his body to try and shield you from the sensors "for real, flower?" He asked, his tone a lot more deep and raspy, you could tell he sobered up quick upon the realization you weren't joking. "I-I forgot the pill after hooked up a few months ago! a-and I left because I knew you couldn't be a responsible dad" You blurted, unable to contain your emotions as the hormones in your body were on overdrive.

Thanos was frozen, staring at you in shock before finally snapping out of it as the doll called green light, he grabbed your arm holding you behind him as he followed the others past the red line "Just stay behind me" He whispered, your words stung, how could you be so sure of how he'd be as a dad if you never gave him a chance? As you made your way back to the giant main room, you took notice to Thanos's hand on your back leading you to the bed "Sit, you don't put yourself through too much" He explained softly, helping you over to your bunks before eyeing Nam-Gyu "Give her your bed, man" he demanded, his friend stuttering before giving up and giving you his bed that was floor level, him taking your third bunk bed. "Thanos" You warned, not wanting him to make it a huge deal "What?! You're huge! You don't need to be climbing!" He shouted before catching his tone, apologizing quietly "Okay, well One, that was very very rude, two, I can do whatever I please, if I feel like I can't do something, I'll tell you" You stated poking him in the chest with your finger, he just smirked at you, biting his bottom lip slightly "Have I ever told you, it's hot whenever you yell at me" he asked, trying his best to charm you, but instead you just flicked his forehead in annoyance "Get away, freak" You replied, he just smiled at you, sitting at the foot of your bunk "So it's my baby?" He asked smiling pointing to your stomach "Well, if not I'd be concerned" You said raising your eyebrows at him "Can I..touch it?.." He asked nervously "it's not an it, it's your daughter" you glared, before grabbing his hand slipping it under your jacket, pressing his finger down in just the right spot to get the small baby inside of you to move around "Woah..weird" He said grimacing as he pulled away in disgust "Really!?" You gasped in shock laughing loudly, somehow forgetting you were in a death game for a moment "Yea! You have a whole human inside of you! That's weird!" He laughed, resting his hand on yours "You put it there, Su-bong!" You argued, you swore sometimes you got with a completely dumbass.

"Y/n..If you'll let me...I wanna be there..I don't want to be like my dad" He frowned, squeezing your hand gently "Please?" He begged "I know I fucked up bad, but, I want to try again, please" He continued, you glared at him for a moment before sighing "How can I trust you? And you'll have to get clean, for real clean, not how you're usually clean" You added on, you just watched as he nodded his head, no faces or complaints "You're actually serious aren't you?..." you asked sweetly "I want to be a good person for you, y/n, please" He whispered, pressing his lips to your knuckles "I guess..but you only get one chance" You offered, he just nodded before flopping himself next to you "Thank you!" He cheered pressing multiple kisses all over your face as he chanted his thank you's, not realizing the next 18-19 years were going to be hell for the both of you.

The rest of the games, Thanos was always on you, making sure you didn't over do yourself or risk hurting yourself or your baby, charming you right back into his arms.

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Stay Stay Stay Pairing - Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader Summary - Until you met Tyler, you'd only had shitty boyfriends who would leave at the first sign of trouble or when you started to get too attached. Tyler Owens however is there to show you that he's in it for the long run, even when he finds out you're pregnant with his child. Word Count - 4.5k Warnings - Pregnant Reader, but this is just 4k words of pure fluff based on Taylor Swift's Stay Stay Stay ngl.

You woke up feeling miserable. You had barely gotten any sleep, staying up most of the night crying, and all you could think about was how stupid the fight you and Tyler had seemed now. You glanced over at the clock on your bedside table, and shot up when you realized how late it was. Tyler might have already gone, and now you wouldn’t get the chance to say how sorry you were. The fear of that gripping your chest had you rolling out of bed and out the door. What you saw in the hallway however, had you stopping in your tracks. 

 As soon as you shut the door behind you, Tyler jolted awake from his spot on the floor, rubbing his eyes. He was still in his clothes from last night, the button up and jeans, complete with cowboy boots. “You stayed out here all night?” You asked, emotion tight in your throat. 

Tyler looked up at you, brushing his hair back from his face. “Of course I did. Didn’t know if you might need me or not after those nightmares you’ve been having.” 

“But - but I threw something-”

“Your phone.” He informed you. 

Heat rushed to your face in embarrassment. “-My phone at you.” 

“I don’t know if I’d really say ‘at me’. If so, your aim was pretty off for someone who used to play baseball.” He said, and he started to move so he could stand up. 

Before he could though, you bent down and scrambled into his lap, wrapping your arms and legs around him as the tears fell down your cheeks. 

He let out a surprised grunt, but put his arms around you as well. “To be honest, not the greeting I was expecting this morning.” He said in a strained voice, probably because you were squeezing him so tight. 

“I thought you left already, and I didn’t want you to leave mad at me, because if something happened to you out there. . .” You wondered if he could even understand you with the way your tears messed with your breathing, but you had to tell him. The thought of him leaving while the two of you were mad at each other made you feel sick. 

“Hey,” Tyler started running a hand through your hair, the comfort of the motion easing into you. “I wasn’t about to leave without talking to you. I told them I’d catch up.” You closed your eyes as you felt his lips against the side of your head. “And you know I can’t leave without my good luck kiss.” 

You pulled back so you could look at him when you said this. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I got so mad. I’ve just been all over the place lately, and I feel like I’m losing my mind. I’m mad one second, the next I’m sobbing, then I can’t keep my eyes open, and the next second I feel like I’m going to die if I’m not jumping your bones-”

Tyler reached up and brushed your tears away with his thumb. “That one’s my favorite.” He said with a smirk. 

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. “I think I’m going crazy.” 

“Baby, you chase tornados in your spare time. Pretty sure by most people’s standards you are crazy,” he said, putting some hair behind your ear. 

You shook your head, and playfully smacked him in the chest. “I’m serious. I mean I know I get a little crazy around-” the thought hit you like a freight train. “Tyler, what’s today?” 

His brow furrowed, his smirk turning into a frown. “Sunday . . .”

“No! I mean what day of the month?” Were the calculations you were doing in your head right? Had the time passed that quickly? 

“It’s the 11th. Why?” 

Oh god. You gripped his face in your hands. “Ty, I’m late.” 

Tyler squinted at you. “Did you have somewhere to go . . . ?” 

You shook your head, your eyes wide with panic. “No, Tyler. I’m late.” You grabbed one of his arms and put his hand on your stomach, giving him a significant look. 

It was funny, how you could almost see the gears moving in his mind. It was like when he was trying to decide what storm to chase. You could tell the exact moments your words and actions landed. His eyes widened, and he glanced down at your stomach, then you. “You’re late . . . For that?” 

You nodded, watching his face for his reaction. It was an accident of course. The two of you tried to be careful, but one night a couple of months ago after an insane chase . . . The adrenaline got the better of both of you. While you had known you could get pregnant, you thought the chances of it happening the one time you didn’t use protection couldn’t be that high. Well, the universe might be proving you wrong. You weren’t sure how you felt about the possibility, but you were damn sure terrified of what Tyler might be thinking. 

You didn’t need to be. 

A slow grin started to spread on his face, and within seconds you found yourself hoisted over his shoulder and into the air. 

Letting out a little shriek, you grabbed a hold of his shirt. “Tyler! Put me down!” 

“Can’t! Got to go buy a pregnancy test.” He said, giving you a smack on the ass that made you squeal again. 

“We can’t! I’m not wearing pants!” 

“You don’t need pants to take a pregnancy test!” He said. 

A laugh left your lips at that, but then you smacked his back to get his attention. “Ty, what about the crew? They’re waiting on you. I can take the test, and call you-”

He put you down then, his hands holding your face and making you look at him. “If you think there is anything more important to me right now than this, you’re wrong.”  

It almost embarrassed you that you had thought for even a second any different. “I might not be, you know? I could actually be losing my mind.” 

Tyler shrugged. “Either way, there’s no place I’d rather be right now than here with you.” He said, sliding his hands down to grab your own, then leaned forward to give you one of the sweetest kisses you’ve ever had in your life, all gentle and tender, enough to almost bring tears back to your eyes. “Now, there’s my good luck kiss.” He said once he pulled away. 

“And what do you need good luck for, huh Owens?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. 

He smirked at you. “I’ll tell you later.” 

And he did. In about five months after he shot fireworks up in a tornado to reveal you were having a boy, just like he wanted. 

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“Ty! I can pick up potatoes. I’m barely showing.” You said, shaking your head at him as he dived in front of you to get the sack of potatoes before you could. 

He put them in the grocery cart, leaning over it and crossing his arms. “See, I know that, but the gentleman in me won’t let the woman carrying my son do something as lowly as pick up potatoes.” 

You rolled your eyes. It was sweet, but you knew it was also going to drive you crazy. “If you don’t let me do some things I might murder you in your sleep. I hope you know that.” 

Tyler raised his eyebrows at you, pretending to look confused. “Then who would reach all the stuff on the top shelf?” He asked, his expression morphing into a smirk as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“I guess I’ll have to find another tall, handsome cowboy. Shouldn’t be too hard.” You teased, and then grabbed the cart, pushing it past him. 

He stopped you, grabbing you around the waist, holding you back against his chest and pressing a kiss against your neck. “Unfortunately, you’ll find I’m very hard to replace.” He murmured against your skin. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, elbowing him in the side. “All right cowboy, if you’re going to not let me pick anything up heavier than three pounds, go do me a favor and get the water. Lily said you guys are running low, and the weather conditions for the weekend look rough.” 

Tyler pressed another kiss against your neck, and then let you go. “Whatever you say ma’am.” 

You watched him walk away, a sight you always enjoyed in those jeans, then hurried up to get as many of your groceries as you could before Tyler came back to not let you do anything again. 

“Well, look who it is.” 

Oh god, you knew that voice. It was one you hadn’t heard in years now, and one you hoped never to hear again. You almost didn’t want to turn around so you could pretend it wasn’t there, but you knew this person wasn’t going to allow that to happen. It would hurt his ego too much. Turning around, you let out a sigh at the familiar face. “Hey, Charles.” 

Your ex was a dick. In fact almost all of your exes were dicks. Until you started dating Tyler, you hadn’t known what it was like to date someone that put you above themselves. Charles was no different. In fact, he was one of the worst, and the way he was looking at you right now made you want to throw up. Or maybe that was the morning sickness . . . 

“I’ve got to say,” he looked you up and down. “You’re looking good.” 

Nope, it wasn't morning sickness. “Thanks.” You replied, moving your cart so you could go around him. Hopefully you could make a quick escape and pretend this whole interaction had never happened. “It was good seeing you.” Lies. 

He grabbed the cart, stopping you in your tracks. “Wait a second. Don’t you think we should catch up some? I mean it’s been-”

“Five years.” You answered, your hands squeezing the handle of the cart. 

He smirked. “You kept track?” 

You wanted to smack that expression off his face, “to celebrate.” 

The nice facade faded upon your words. “You know, I thought maybe you’d changed over the years, but it seems like you’re still a-”

“Got the waters!” You breathed a quick little sigh of relief as Tyler came to a stop beside you, carrying not one, but two packs of water. He placed them in the cart, flipped his baseball cap around backwards, and put his hand on the small of your back. “Who’s this?” Tyler asked with his charming grin. 

You took a step closer to Tyler, not because you were scared of Charles, but because you liked the comfort of his presence. Something you never felt with the douche in front of you now. “You remember me telling you about Charles? This is him.” 

To Charles, Tyler showed no response to the name, but you felt the hand on your back press a little harder against your skin. Tyler turned to look at you, and there was a little glimmer in his eyes when he spoke. “I don’t actually. Are you sure you’ve mentioned someone named Charles before?” 

You had to bite back a smirk once you realized what he was up to. “Yeah, I think so.” You played along. 

“Hmmm, I must not have thought it was that important. Anyway, Tyler Owens.” He held out his hand to Charles, and you watched Charles’s face with delight. Not only had Tyler made him feel unimportant, something you knew from experience he couldn’t stand, but Tyler was . . . a big man. At least a foot taller than Charles, and more muscles on him than this guy could ever hope to have. You didn’t however expect the look of disbelief that crossed his face. 

“Tyler Owens? The tornado wrangler?” He asked, almost too shocked to shake his hand, but then he collected himself and reached for Tyler’s. 

“The very same.” He said. “Though I’ve got to say, I think my favorite title is her future husband.” He said, nodding his head back to you. 

Heat flushed straight to your face at the bold statement. Tyler and you hadn’t talked much about marriage. You had thought that might be the logical next step, but you also didn’t want to bring it up if it scared him away. With past boyfriends, including the one in front of you, it always had. You should’ve known by now though that Tyler was nothing like that. You leaned into him more now, smiling as his arm went around you and his hand rested on your stomach. 

“Her future-” Charles looked dumbfounded, and you also didn’t miss the wince when Tyler shook his hand probably more roughly than necessary. 

“Got to lock her down, you know? Plenty of other idiots have already let her go. I’m not going to make the same mistake.” Tyler replied, giving you a smile full of mischief. 

You placed your hand on top of the one he had on your stomach. “Ty, I’m having your baby. I don’t think you have to worry about that.” You assured him, your smile widening as he kissed your cheek. 

“You’re - you’re pregnant?” 

You’d almost forgotten Charles was there with Tyler’s sudden proclamation, but his words pulled your attention back to him. Turning to the side, you let him see the slight curve to your stomach. “Yep. Four months to go before we meet our baby boy.” 

As soon as you said the words, Tyler’s face lit up with genuine excitement like it always did. “I can’t wait.” He turned back to Charles, putting both of his arms around you protectively now. “How do you two know each other again?” Tyler asked, and once again you had to fight back a laugh. 

“It doesn’t matter.” You said, looking back up at Tyler with a soft smile. “We need to be getting out of here anyway right babe?” 

“Yes ma’am. Well, it was nice to meet you, Chuck.” Tyler said, stepping back from you so he could grab a hold of the cart with one hand, taking your hand in the other. 

You couldn’t hold your laughter back anymore at that point, entwining your fingers together as you followed him to the register, leaving Charles standing dumbfounded in your wake. 

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It was the thing you had been the most scared of happening. You had no one else to blame other than yourself though. You were the one who had insisted that Tyler go on the chase. It was supposed to be a large storm, and you reminded him that it was the last one he’d probably go on for a while since the season was ending, as was your pregnancy. You had faith that he would be careful, knowing that he wouldn’t risk anything that would endanger him from meeting his son. 

What you hadn’t expected however, was your water to break three weeks early. 

It was safe to say you were panicking when you called your sister to come get you, and by the time they wheeled you back to your room, you were close to a full blown meltdown. “I can’t do this without him.” You told her, holding your stomach as if that could keep him in, tears streaming down your face. “And he’s at least five hours away! What if I don’t have that long?!”

Your sister, who was more calm than you, grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze. “He will make it, I’m sure. You’ve texted him right?” 

You bit your lip, and when your sister gave you a look, you blurted. “I didn’t want to ruin his chase! I thought I’d wait to see if the doctor was even going to take me!” 

“Oh my god.” She reached into your bag and grabbed your phone. You held out your hand for it, but she was already texting away. “There, done.” 

“What did you say?” 

But she didn’t answer, instead she waited about ten seconds and said, “he said he’s on his way.” 

You nodded, watching as she put your phone back in your purse. God you hoped he was going to make it. The thought of doing this without him was terrifying. You were already scared enough that something was wrong because of how early he was. Having to have this baby without Tyler by your side, reassuring you the whole way, seemed impossible. 

A few minutes later, while you were lost in your thoughts, the door to your room opened and a nurse walked in. “Hey, honey, how’re we doing?” 

“She’s panicking.” Your sister replied for you. 

You glared at her. “My boyfriend, he’s - he’s not going to be able to get here for a few hours, do you think I have that long?” 

She gave you a sympathetic smile. “Well that’s according to him I’d say, because I speak from experience when I say babies don’t wait for no one.” She said. 

Oh god, he wasn’t going to make it. You just knew it. He wasn’t going to make it in time, and you would have to try and do this without him, and you didn’t think that you could. You needed him. You needed him so badly it added to the pain you were already in, and the worst part was that it was your fault. If you hadn’t forced him to go on that chase - 

“I’m here, I’m here!” 

To your complete and utter shock, Tyler came sliding into your room, taking his cowboy hat off and hurrying to your side. 

“Ty?” Was all you could think to say.

“Did I miss anything?” Tyler asked, taking your hand in his own and looking at your nurse. 

“Dad, I assume?” The nurse said with a smile. 

Tyler beamed at the use of the word. “About to be.” 

“In that case, you haven’t missed a thing yet. We’re about to take some vitals and get this show on the road.” She informed him. “Glad you could make it.” She said, and left your room. Your sister, sensing the two of you needed some alone time, followed close behind. 

Once they had both left, your thoughts caught up to your brain, and you squeezed Tyler’s hand. “Tyler Owens, I’ve never been more happy to see you in my entire life, but how the hell did you get here so fast?” 

He gave you an affectionate smile, and reached up to wipe away the tears you didn’t even know you’d still been crying. “Yeah, so about that chase . . . I never went.” 

“You - you what?” 

He started stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “You were less than a month away from having our son. I knew you’d blame yourself if I didn’t go, but I also knew if something happened while I was away . . . You’d blame yourself too. So I just . . . stayed at a hotel the past couple of nights.” 

You couldn’t even be mad. He knew you too well, and the relief you felt that he was here to help you was too much to be upset. “I was so scared you were going to miss it.” 

“Not for the largest tornado in the world baby.” Tyler said, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. “You ready to do this?” He asked as they started wheeling in the equipment. 

Not five minutes ago you were horrified. The effect of Tyler’s presence on your emotions was remarkable. With him by your side, you had no doubts that you could do this. You could have this baby. “Now that you’re here? Definitely.” 

Tyler leaned forward to give you the last kiss the two of you would have before you were parents, the smile on his lips unmistakable. 

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“He looks so much like you it’s like you birthed him.” You said with a tired laugh. It was god knows how many hours later, you had never been more tired in your life, and somehow you and Tyler had squeezed into your tiny hospital bed. You were leaning against his shoulder, eyes glued to the baby he held in his arms that was looking up at you both curiously. 

“Not completely. I know that nose anywhere.” He said, gently tapping your son in the nose. Then, for the first time since his son had been placed in his arms, he looked at you, the unmistakable glint of tears in his eyes. “He’s perfect.” 

You knew that you were already emotional. You were exhausted, overwhelmed and a million other things at once, but the way Tyler was looking at your son, then at you? Your whole body seemed to light up with warmth. It was love all over his face, pure, intense love, and you didn’t think you’d ever be able to forget what it looked like again. You felt too choked up to speak, so you slipped your arm through his to curl your hand around his bicep, and turned your head to kiss his shoulder. 

A smile formed on your face as Tyler looked back at your son, that adoring expression not fading for a second. “This is the best day of my life so far.” 

“So far?” You said curiously. 

“Well, you haven’t agreed to marry me yet.” He replied, grinning over at you. 

Your smile widened, giving his arm a little squeeze. “Ty, you haven’t asked.” 

“I haven’t?” Tyler said, pretending to look confused. “It’s a great proposal. You’ll just have to wait and see.” 

You rolled your eyes, but the thought of Tyler proposing to you made you feel giddy. “Does it involve fireworks in a tornado?” You teased. 

He shook his head. “Nah, been there, done that. Boone would love it though.” Tyler shifted your son, who cuddled right against his chest. “By the way, the crew’s waiting outside with your sister.” 

You sat further up, wincing when you moved too quickly. “Jeez Tyler, how long have they been out there?” 

“Since they dropped me off.” He admitted. 

“You mean none of them went on the chase either?” You said in shock. 

Tyler shook his head again, “They said this was going to be better than any tornado.” 

Your throat clogged with emotion again, and you really hoped this crying at the drop of a hat wasn’t going to last long. “Go get them! They deserve to see him!” 

He reached up, brushing a tear away from your face. “Are you sure? I know how tired you are, and I can tell them to come back tomorrow.” 

“I can sleep when they’re gone. Right now I want them to see what they gave up a chase for.” You said, holding out your arms for the baby. 

Tyler leaned forward, giving you a kiss on your forehead and handing your son over as gently as if he was made of glass. You smiled as he snuggled right up to your chest, and knew that there was no better feeling in the world than this right here. When you looked up, Tyler was staring at the two of you as if he was trying to memorize this moment. “I love you.” He said finally. 

You felt like you could float at that moment, so light and loved. “We love you too.” You told him, and the softest smile formed on his face. “Go,” you told him before you started crying again. “We’re not going anywhere.” You joked. 

“You better not.” He played along, giving you a mock stern look, and then he went outside the door. 

Not ten seconds later you heard a cheer from outside your door, and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at their enthusiasm. Of course, they were shushed by nurses, and then Tyler brought them all in. 

You smiled at them as your sister, Lily, Boone, Dex and Dani’s eyes all went straight to the baby in your arms. Lily, Dani, your sister and Dex rushed forward to get a better look and started cooing over him, the biggest smiles on their faces while Boone hung back, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe the baby was a real thing.

“We got you guys something.” Dex said, holding up some familiar looking material as Tyler got back into the bed with you. He handed him the shirts, and Tyler unfolded them, letting out a laugh before showing them to you. It was similar to the normal shirts, but instead of Tyler’s face, it was a baby with a cowboy hat. That would have been hilarious enough, but instead of saying, “not my first tornadeo” it said, “this is my first babeo.” 

“Oh my god, it’s so cheesy. I love it.” You said with a laugh yourself. 

“We also got little man . . .” Dani held up a little onesie that said, “mini wrangler” on it with their tornado logo. 

You grinned, looking down at the bundle of cuteness in your arms. “It’s perfect.” You said, turning your smile to them. “Thank you guys for bringing Ty by the way, and staying. I would have understood if you all went on the chase.” 

“Are you crazy? We weren’t going to miss this.” Lily said, giving your son a little wave. 

Your eyes went over to Boone though, still standing back a little ways. The man who had gone into tornados and helped shoot fireworks and rockets up into them was looking at the baby in your arms like it was a bomb. “Hey Boone, you want to hold him?” You asked. 

“Oh, I don’t - I wouldn’t even know how-”

But Dani was already pushing him towards you. “It’s all right Boone, you got this.” You reassured him, sitting up a little more to hand him your son. 

“Make sure you get the back of his head.” Tyler said, watching with the eyes of a hawk as you gently placed him in Boone’s arms. 

“Woah.” Boone said, as he looked down at him. 

Tyler wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and now that your arms were free, you curled into his side, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arm around his stomach. 

“T, man! He looks just like you!” Boone said, and you smiled at the excitement in his voice. 

“Except for the nose.” Tyler said, and you found your eyes closing as Tyler pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

He was so comfortable, and you were so tired. You felt yourself starting to drift off as his thumb brushed up and down your shoulder. It was hard not to when you felt so safe and loved, surrounded by your family, your new baby and the love of your life. 

Tyler could sense it, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You want me to kick them out?” 

You shook your head, tightening your grip on him. “They can stay.” You murmured, nuzzling into him. “Make sure Boone doesn’t get too excited and drop our baby.” You joked. 

“Yes ma’am.” Tyler responded with a chuckle, pulling you closer. “You go ahead and rest. I'll be here when you wake up.” 

“I know.” You mumbled sleepily with a soft smile. “You always stay.”

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ 10:32

You tell Bakugou once that you don’t know how to take the train home, and he almost blasted your ears off with semi-yelling (or full-on yelling at some point) insults. 

“Hah?” He scoffs, eyes narrowing. This information is new to him, and a surprising one at that. 

You? The nerd that always bested him when it came to academics, which pissed him off the first few months in U.A.? The person who was not only book smart but was street and people smart as well? 

The whole goddamn package doesn’t know how to take the train?

Really?

He’s calling bull.

“What do you mean you don’t know how to take the train home? What kind of idiot doesn’t know that?”

“I just—“ you’re abashed and really don’t know what to say, “I didn’t really— I’ve never had the chance to take one until now!” For a consistent honors student, you can’t really have everything, can you?

“How’ve you been getting to school and back, then?”

“We had a driver—“

“Fuckin’ course—“

“But hey! Listen—in my defense—my schools were usually a walking distance from our house.”

“And now what? Gonna stand here and wait for a miracle to happen?”

You nudge his side with a frustrated frown (more like a pout, Bakugou thinks.) “Quit it, asshole.”

He backtracks briefly, though you could barely tell at this point. And it’s clear enough that he takes your words into consideration. It could be the fact that you actually look scared shitless right now, something foreign to your typical lax and carefree persona.

“C’mon.” Bakugou grabs you by the arm.

“Ow— hey! Where are we going?”

“You have to learn somehow, or else you’ll look fuckin’ clueless and dumb, nerd.”

You don’t argue because you really just wanted to get home, and while you could just call in your driver, you considered that this was important information that would help you in the long run. Besides, you do agree with Bakugou that not knowing how to commute like this is embarrassing, especially at your age.

“What’s this?” 

Bakugou hands you a card. It’s decorated with a minimalist logo of Musutafu’s native flower, whose color is your favorite.

“An IC card,” he simply answers.

It’s cute, you thought. You noticed how the other commuters had the standard design, so Bakugou must've gotten it personalized to your preference. How thoughtful.

“You could’ve just helped me get a ticket, though,” you murmur. You fiddle with the card in your hand, glancing at him with a puzzled expression. “I don’t think I’ll be using this card that often. It’ll be a waste.”

“Then try and use it as often as you can, nerd.”

“I’ll pay you back for this—how much was it?”

“Forget it.”

“Really, Bak—“

“Forget it,” he barks. “Keep up, you shitty extra. Or else you’d miss the last train to your station.” Bakugou starts walking, and you follow suit.

You can load your IC card at the ticket machines or the nearest ATMs. Different stations call for different ticket gates that obviously have different fares. The expiration of cards usually depends on what provider you got them from—

“What do I do now?”

You’re hesitantly in front of the ticket gate, with Bakugou on the other side. You’re like a kid who’s lost their mother in the mall.

“Just—“ Bakugou had to take a deep breath and not make a scene in the train station. He pinched the bridge of his nose, calling for all his ancestors to give him the strength to remain patient.

“Place your shitty card on the card reader. That’s it.”

You do as you’re taught, and you awed when the gates opened and let yourself walk through with a stupidly big smile on your face. “I did it!”

Bakugou thinks it’s fucking stupid of him to think that your enthusiasm for mundane things was cute. But fuck, something must be wrong with him because suddenly he feels a flurry of butterflies lodged in his throat, his heart beating ridiculously fast. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” 

He gives you directions, how to navigate through Musutafu without getting lost, and the basic stations you’ll be passing by to get to your station. He sees you type most of the things he says on your phone, and the way you were so eager to learn was a sight to see, really.

Boarding the metro, people were just as eager to get home as you two. So you two stood, not that there was much room to do anything about it.

“Hold onto the handle unless you want to fall on your ass,” Bakugou says. His tone is hushed to not disturb the other passengers. At least he followed basic commuting etiquette. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you breathe out. The passing buildings were as huge as those of U.A.’s, if not bigger. With the golden hue of the apparent descent of the sun below the horizon, Musutafu just became more beautiful in your eyes.

He scoffs.

“What’s so interestin’ about a buncha tacky buildings? Never seen one before you came here?”

“Of course I have; they’re just not like this.”

Bakugou follows your line of sight, and he thinks about it carefully. He couldn’t see what you saw, but maybe it’s because he grew up looking at this scenery. It doesn’t amaze him as much as it did when he was younger, he concludes. To you, this was a first. 

An experience that could become a core memory in this city. And he’s with you as you live through it. The thought causes a familiar feeling of pride to exude from his chest.

Maybe he’ll learn to appreciate more mundane things with you too in the future.

The train stops at another station, and the people scurry out. Once in motion, you were surprised by the speed when it took off, and the motion had you stumbling back. You stumble against Bakugou.

“What did I say about keeping a firm hold on the handles, you shitty extra? That’s what those are for.” Whether it’s by instinct or unintentional, Bakugou guides your hand to hold onto the support pole. He doesn’t let go, and you didn’t make a comment about it.

“Sorry! Still getting used to it,” you quietly laugh. “I hope the people here don’t think I’m really that inexperienced when it comes to taking the metro home,” you told him. “It’s embarrassing to think that I haven’t taken one until now.”

Bakugou thinks it’s alright because you were actually on set to learn. No matter what those other extras say or comment, no matter if they give you unimpressed glances, he’s there to grant them one of his own spine-chilling glares if they had the balls to do so. 

A passenger who appeared to be around your age stood up from his seat. “Excuse me, you can take my seat. I get off at the next stop,” he says. You’re a bit hesitant to take the offer, but he reassures you that it’s fine. It’ll be an awkward death for you if you don’t accept it, because now he’s standing. “Please, I insist.”

Unknown to you, Bakugou had an obvious scowl on his face until the stranger left.

“You look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

“Shut up, I’m not.”

“Jealous?”

“Hah? Why would I be—”

“Shh!” you kicked his shoe with yours.

“Quiet, remember?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, still frowning. You hold his free hand, cheekily smiling when he tries to free it from your hold. And in the end, he lets you do whatever the fuck it is that you want, but he would never ever admit that he was jealous of some nameless extra. He’s too far into liking you to help you board a train, get you a personalized IC card, miss his stop two stations ago because yours was still three stations after his, but he doesn’t think he’d be vocal about it anytime soon.

He’ll leave it to you to confess.

Then again, you already knew.

Bakugou Katsuki would not go above and beyond like this for anyone else, but he unknowingly does for you.

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

[whre4wanda]

Snap A Few Photos

*Mature content ahead*

G!P Natasha (not sorry), Dom!Natasha x Sub!Reader, unprotected sex, edging, oral (both), overstimulating, breeding kink, spitting, picture taking, brief fingering, praising, degrading, masturbation, teasing, rough sex.

Summary- Natasha thinks she's smart for participating in 'No nut November', so you get back at her by making it pure hell for her.

Your pov:

The avengers squad was crowded on separate couches, some still sipping on the drinks they had from the party that was just buzzing a few hours ago while others just sat with bottles of water. Tony and Thor were currently arguing about something that amused both you and your girlfriend who you were currently cuddled up against on one of the serpate couches. You sighed in content, enjoying the warmth she provided and the useless banter from your teammates and friends.

"Yeah well it's a stupid concept. Why would you want to partake in that."

"To see if you can last man." Tony grumbled and Thor shook his head.

"I just think that this human thing, what do you call it again?"

"No nut November."

"Yes that, it's stupid. Why would you want to go without sex for thirty days just to win a bet or to partake in some dumb trend. You humans are weird" You laughed at Thors expression, yet you agreed with what he said, he did have a point.

"It's called having self control, you demigod."

"I agree with Tony." Natasha said and you turned to her with a raised brow.

"You do? Why?"

"I don't know, I guess it's to see if you have self control. I mean not everything is sex right? Besides, it can also give some couples that emotional connection that they didn't have before."

"Yeah I mean I get it, but thirty days, seems excessive to me, don't you think?"

"It's not that bad." She shrugs while taking a sip of her drink. You snort and the redhead arches her brow.

"As if you would last." You mumble and she furrows her brows.

"Oh? And what does that mean?"

"You know very well what I mean Nat. I doubt you'd last thirty days." Natasha let's out a throaty chuckle while placing her drink down.

"Oh detka. I could very much last a month, in fact care to make this interesting."

"Sure, let's make this interesting."

"One month. No sex at all. And if I win -no actually scratch that- When I win, you'll do as I say for a month."

"Okay and when I win, well you know what I want." The redhead smirks at your offer before nodding her head.

"Deal."

"See Tony, see how stupid this is?" Thor remarks but Tony shakes his head.

"Stupid? This is a miracle. Our ears can finally catch a break from all the excessive noises."

"Hey don't be jealous man, at least we don't go for 7 minutes only." Tony's jaw slacks at your comment, which causes everyone to break out in laughter.

"Seven? Make that three." Pepper mumbles which makes the entire team, except Tony, laugh.

"Ha ha. So funny." He responds sarcastically before Steve pats his back apologetically.

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Now, you had formulated a great idea in your head. If Natasha was going to participate in "No nut November" then you were going to make it hell for her in payback for all the teasing she's done to you. It was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine, and you weren't planning on going easy on her.

Which is why you had dragged your best friend, Wanda, along with you to the mall.

"Why are we doing this again?" She asked as she watched you pick up very revealing sets in the Victoria's secret store.

"Payback."

"I thought you two were doing the challenge."

"Oh no, she is. I am not. And this way, I get to play with her until she cracks, which I know she will."

"You seem pretty confident with your idea."

"I am." you placed one final set into her hand before picking up a set of crotchless panties.

"Now you see, this is how I get her to crack." You mumble, more to yourself as you examine the red underwear.

"And what exactly is your plan here? Walk around with these lingerie sets?"

"That and I was thinking about boudior photos since our anniversary is coming up soon."

"Boudiour?" You hum, while you examine the thin material that was in your hand.

"We once spoke about it. Nat said she was into it but after that we never really spoke about it again. She must have forgotten about it. Besides, I might as well take inspiration from Sabrina Carpenter's song 'Juno' right?" Wanda snorts before placing everything down onto the counter.

"You know, I also heard that pheromone perfume helps." She jokes but you nod your head.

"See, now you're catching my drift." You say which makes Wanda shake her head with a grin.

_

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"Alright y/n, I want you to get comfortable on the pillow and just do any pose for me." Larry said as he wiped the lesne of his camera. You situated yourself down onto the floor, laying on your side with your legs parted, one knee bent while the other was stretched out.

"There we go, that's perfect! Lift your leg up a bit and yes perfect!" He snapped a couple of photos, before you got up to change into a different set.

Now situated onto your back with a different set of lingerie on, you placed yourself onto your back, while lifting your legs up into the air.

"Try and arch your back just a little bit more for me. Yes, that's perfect doll." You did as he said before you changed into a different position, then a few more afterwards. The afternoon was filled with continuous laughter as you changed into different sets. You felt comfortable and confident with Larry as he cheered you on and gushed about how perfect you were.

"Honey, with a body like that, you could quit avenging and get into modeling." He joked as you stood up after the final shoot. You smiled at his remark, rolling your eyes too before stepping out to chanage into more comfortable clothing.

_

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"Alright, how do they look?" You asked as you fixed the sweater you had just put on before standing next to him to get a peek from the camera.

"Honey please, Nat might be stubborn at times, but she definitely won't know what hit her once she sees these." You let out a small laugh while shaking your head.

"I don't know."

"Trust me. I know what I'm talking about."

"Since you're so sure of yourself, I trust you then."

"You can come pick them up a week from now."

"Alright thanks again and say hi to John for me." You grin widely before giving your friend a hug and leaving the studio.

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Walking into yours and Natasha's shared bedroom, you placed your bag down before walking further inside the quiet room. Upon not seeing your girlfriend, your only assumption was that she was in the shower, which to you was an opportunity presenting itself. So quietly, you stepped into the en-suite bathroom, before stripping out of all your clothes.

Natasha was still oblivious to your presence, so you slipped into the shower with the redhead before wrapping your arms around her waist. Natasha hummed and you kissed her shoulder blade.

"Where were you today, I missed you."

"Just went out to the mall." Natasha hums and you move all of her hair to the side, so you could place your chin on her shoulder.

"And what were you up to?"

"Mission reports, which by the way I'm goi-"

Natasha is cut off from finishing her sentence once she feels your hand gently stroke her cock.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."Natasha bites back a moan, her firm hands placed on top of yours to stop any further movements. The redhead turns around, before giving you a dangerous look, one that could have you six feet under. You bat your eyes innocently while tilting your head to the side.

"Whats wrong Natty?"

"Whatever you're planning won't work."

"Whatever do you mean Natty?" She huffs, and you slowly get down onto your knees. The woman swallows harshly, hands grabbing onto the wall for support.

"Y/n." She says warningly, but you knew her all too well. How dumb would she be to pass off getting some head from you?

"Yes?"

"Don't."

"Don't what?" You say, hand already stroking her length before licking the tip. The woman moans, head thrown back in pleasure as her hands pull your hair. 

"Y/n, s-." You lower your head down before you begin bobbing your head up and down while your hands stroke the parts that your throat couldn't reach. The woman bucked her hips and you gagged around her before removing your mouth but still stroking her cock. Your lips attach around her tip, where you continue to lick and suck it before lowering your mouth onto her length once again.

"Fuck." Natasha is now panting and you moan once you see the blissful look on her face. The hot water running down the both of you, her moans, and the room fogging up even more is enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing.

"This isn't fair." She mumbles while her hips unconsciously thrust up into your mouth.

"You said no sex, I'm not giving you sex." You tease before going back to sucking her off.

Just when you know she's close, you part from her before smiling and getting up.

"I'll let you get back to your shower then." You grin, especially at the state your girlfriend was currently in. All disheveled and desperate, but it was her idea in the first place.

"What a fucking tease." The redhead mumbled as she watches you sway your hips once you left the shower.

_

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You walked into the gym with your bag and water bottle in your hand. Your girlfriend had already been working out, and it seemed like she was about to start another set of exercises. You placed all your stuff onto the nearby bench before you walked over to the treadmill.

For a while, you watched Natasha excwrise. The look of concentration on her face, the sweat that was trailing down her neck and god her muscles! You were surprised you didn't fall off the treadmill. One would assume that Natasha was the one suffering but you were in fact worse than her. I mean, Natasha had composure, you didn't. And even though you could still technically fix the ache in between your legs, it just wasn't the same if your girlfriend wasn't the one doing it. Man you were horny.

"Hey do you wanna spar?" You asked once Natasha finished a set. She moved a strand of hair away from her face, before nodding.

"Sure." You walk over to the ring, your girlfriend following just behind you before she gets in the ring too. You then slipped off the jersey you were wearing, and you smiled to yourself once you got the reaction you wanted from the redhead.

"Okay, what should we start with?" You asked innocently, as if your cleavage was not in your girlfriends face. Natasha cleared her throat, darting her attention anywhere but on your breasts.

"How about the normal routine? Let's see if your form has improved." She says and you get into fighting position.

Natasha managed to knock you down which causes you to topple over. You huff before standing up and sending her a glare.

"You're pulling your punches." She warns and you only scoff.

"Let's just go again." So you both went again, she manages to knock you over a couple more times, and same goes for you until you both end up tumbling onto the floor, with you on top of her.

"Well doesn't this just bring back fond memories." You say as your hands plant themselves onto her shoulder.

"Y/n, get off of me." She warns and you smirk, hips already moving in circular motions.

"Oh come on Nat, don't pretend like you don't miss being inside of me. Just let go and I could take you to a whole other world." You tease with a seductive grin and Natasha could already feel herself hardening.

Even with a lust clouded mind, Natasha still had enough control to move you off of her body, setting you next to her before standing up.

"You're no fun." You huffed out and she sent you a glare before walking out of the ring. Damn, she was going to be a tough one to crack.

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Natasha sat on the bed with a book in her hand. Her reading glasses perched up just above her nose while she paid little to no attention to you. Sure, she wondered why you just disappeared into the bathroom for so long but she decided not to pry too much on it, instead, she was too focused on the passage she was reading.

The only thing that manged to pull her attention away from her book was the sight of your legs covered in the sheer fabric of panty hose along with the very expensive heels she had gifed you a long time ago. Keep your eyes down. She muttered this mantra in her head, knowing that if she dared to look up, she'd be captivated and seduced by you.

"Like what you see love? You can always look up you know." The sound of your voice was so devious, so cruel and yet so seductive. This was all carefully curated, she thought to herself and the sound of your voice coaxed her to finally look up. Big mistake.

"What do you think Natty?" You asked in that innocent voice of yours. Natasha's mouth went dry. Absolutely dry.

She looked at the new purple set that adorned your skin. god you looked so  edible. Natasha darted her tongue out to lick her lips as you walked closer to her. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you, to have you whimpering for her, to put you in your place but she couldn't. She'd brought this upon herself and she was going to have to stay strong to prove her point.

But the way you flicked your hair to the side, and the way your skin glowed under the light, it was so alluring. You turned around to give her a show and you were clearly enjoying it with the big grin that was plastered on your face. Everything looked so good and your entire body was practically calling for her. From your tits, to your pretty face and to your ass. Natasha bit on her lip before looking down at her book.

"You look nice." Was all she muttered, as she tried to pay attention to the words. But she couldn't. Not with the sight of you imprinted in her mind.,

"Seriously Nat? That's it. Nice?"

"I don't know what you want me to say." She shrugged her shoulders and you scoffed before heading into the bathroom. Natasha let out a sigh, she was so needy. At this point, one touch from you would send her tumbling over the edge.

"Just one more week."

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"These look fucking great." You exclaimed as you eyes scanned through the photos.

"Tell me something I don't know." Larry smirked and Wanda peeked over your shoulders to see the pictures that were in your hand.

"My god where have you been hiding your ass y/n?" You laughed as Wanda grabbed the pictures out of your hand. She examined the pictures for a while before you took them back from her with a small chuckle.

"Alright, that's enough."  You turned to your friend and gave him a warm hug before smiling.

"Thanks again Larry. I love them."

"No problem. And tell Natasha I say hi."

"Will do. Bye." You led Wanda out of the studio before you both made your way back to your car.

"Now what?"

"Now, since Natasha is going on her mission, I place these in her bag so that whenever she opens her bag, she's got a glorious surprise waiting for her."

Wanda sits back in her seat while shaking her head and you arch a single brow.

"What?"

"I hope whatever you've planned works."

"It will, trust me."

_

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Natasha groaned as she trudged through her room, a hand pressed against the now forming bruises on her hip. She let out a relieved sigh as she finally sat down onto the bed, her shoes falling off soon after. She needed a shower to wash off all the dirt that had been gathered from the mission. She reached for her backpack and she ruffled for a while before pulling our her towel and toiletries before placing them onto the bed.

She was about to zip up her bag until she spotted a book inside the bag with a small note.

Have fun on your mission ;)

She gathered that it was from you by the handwriting and she wondered what the book contained. With all the strength that she had left, she pulled the book out and opened the first page.

"Enjoy and don't be afraid to let go baby." She read the words with a small frown before paging over.

And there you were, ass up in the air, a mischievous smirk plastered on your face as you looked back at the camera.

"Yebat." Natasha mumbled as she scrolled through the various steamy pictures. She could feel all the blood rushing to her cock, and christ she wanted nothing more than to be inside you right now.

Her eyes stayed focus on your face. Oh your beautiful face that was so expressive whenever she fucked you, your eyes that would roll back when you were cumming or your lips. Oh your lips. The sweet sounds that would tumble out of your mouth or the warmth that would envelop her whenever you sucked her off.

And then her eyes drifted down to your tits, one of her favorite parts of your body that she truly cherished. And your ass? Another of her favorite. The older woman closed the book with a huff. Now it made sense.

"Ty khitraya devchonka, ne tak li?"

(You're a sneaky girl, aren't you)

She thought to herself and at that moment, her phone had started ringing. With her thumb, she swiped the answer button before she spotted your face.

"Hi Natty." Your mischief filled voice rang in the quiet of her room.

"I see you got my gift." You teased and she rolled her eyes.

"You're going to be sorry once this is over."

"Really? Huh." You blinked a couple of times, feigning innocence as you spoke again.

"I don't regret it though, besides you liked it, didn't you?"

"Of course I did." She answered, wearily of the position of your phone.

"You know, I miss you." You started as you positioned your phone, so that your top half was showing.

"A lot."

"You do don't ya?" She teases to which you reply with a hum.

"Mhm." But what catches Natasha's attention is the way you pull a string that unravels your shirt and before you know it, your chest is bare in front of the camera.

With a hum, your hand disappeared down to in between your thighs but Natasha couldn't see anything. But with the raise of your chest and the flutter of your eyes, she could tell what was happening.

"god I miss your mouth on me, your fingers in me...you fucking me, just filling me up to the brim." You say as your fingers work inside of you.

Natasha swallows, her own heart thumping as she listened to you go on.

"Don't you miss being inside me Natty? Don't you miss the feeling of just letting go and cumming. On me or in me." You tease and Natasha watches in silence as you bring yourself closer to the edge.

"I'm so close Nat, fuck do you hear that?" You ask referring to the wet sloshing sounds of your pussy. Normally you'd be too embarrassed whenever your girlfriend teased you about it but now you couldn't even be bothered, not with the way she was looking at you.

"I'm so wet for you. So fucking wet." Natasha's lips part and she can imagine all of it. Her fingers inside your wet pussy, the taste, the warmth.

"Fuck, fuck!" A loud moan falls from your lips as you near your orgasm. And soon you pull your fingers out, bringing them up to the screen and sucking them clean.

"Bye." And just like that, you hung up the phone, leaving the redhead to deal with the image of you fucking yourself.

2 more days.

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Natasha was bummed to say the least. After her mission ended, she had to come back to an empty room because you had to leave for a mission of your own. To add on to that, you would only be back on the second of December. Heart-wrenching. She thought to herself as her eyes wandered around the room.

The sound of knocking on the door caught her attention and Tony opened the door before peeking inside.

"Thought I'd mention that I'm having a party tomorrow." He mumbled and she nodded her head.

"Cool."

"I must say, I'm surprised you lasted thirty days." He mumbles and Natasha arches her brow.

"Why?"

"With all the countless teasing, and the eye fucking, I'm surprised we didn't find you two at it like a bunch of rabbits in the training room or the pantry like last time. You're not bad Romanoff."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Take it how you want to take it. Just go easy on us after tomorrow night."

"No promises. Now get out of my room." Tony raises his hands in surrender before walking out of yours and Natasha's room.

_

_

The party was bustling, people socializing with one another while Tony made a fool of himself near the bar area.

"And I say boom you looking for this." Rhodey says while laughing and Natasha gives him an unamused look.

"You know, l-like boom looking for-"

"Was that supposed to be funny?" She cuts him off from finishing his ridiculous story and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Why do I even bother with you." Rhodey sighs before leaves an unamused Natasha and Clint together.

Natasha takes a sip of her drink as her friend watches her.

"You all right Nat? You seem oddly quiet."

"Yeah I am, I just... Hold on let me get this." She says referring to the phone that was currently vibrating in the pocket of her suit jacket.

"Hey baby."

"Hey Nat, could you do me a favor please?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I need you to go up to our room and get me a file in my drawer. I think I left it there and it's really important."

"Alright, sure." She hands Clint the half filled drink before walking off.

Taking the shorter route to your shared room, Natasha asks you a couple of questions about the mission which you gladly answer.

"Are you almost there?"

"Yeah, just a sec." She mumbles and you give her a second.

When Natasha opens the door, she's stunned. Beyond stunned to see your figure sitting on your shared bed.

"Surprise." You say with a grin plastered on your face. The woman's mouth is agape as she stares at you.

"Well I must say I'm not surprised you lasted thirty days. Might as well come claim your prize, right? It's only fair isn't it baby?" You ask as you spread your legs slightly and the woman is ready to pounce on you as she stares at the red lingerie set and a red robe that adorned your body. Her favorite color.

And remember when you bought those specific crotchless panties about three weeks ago? Well with the look the redhead was currently giving you, it was definitely worth all the money you spent.

Natasha's pushes the door of your bedroom with her leg shut before she makes her way over to you. You look up at the woman, giving her a dopey grin as she lowers her head down to kiss you.

"Well isn't this the best sight to be met with." She says and you chuckle. Your hands wrap around the redheads neck as you deepen the kiss, the both of you moaning at the ferocity of the kiss.

Natasha has you leaning onto your back but you stop her by pushing her back and standing up. She gives you a questioning look and you smirk before you pull her by her tie and push her back onto the bed so she is lying down. Natasha licks her lips, watching as you take her pants and underwear off. You then grab onto her cock, rubbing the tip slightly which has her sighing in pleasure.

You don't waste any time. Soon your mouth is on her, giving her the sloppiest head that has her groaning and clenching the sheets. You can tell she's close to cumming so you pull away from her which makes her huff.

"Can't cum Natty, it's not twelve am yet and you wouldn't wanna lose the bet just when you're about to win, would ya? Just four more minutes."

Again, you tease her, your hand stroking her length as you lick her tip. She shudders as you take her fully before repeating the motions.

"Mhm so close. Just one more minute." The seconds are driving her insane but when she feels your hand fasten it's pace, she can't help but grab your hair into a ponytail to fuck your mouth.

"Fuck." You hum around her, doing the best you can to take her and the woman throws her head back as she cums into your mouth and fuck it felt so so good. You hummed again, relishing in the taste of her. You missed it. All of her and she missed you. All of you. You separate from her, a string of saliva still connecting you to her and you smile.

"Guess you win Nat." you exclaim and Natasha flips the both so you so easily, so that you're laying on the bed.

"You have been so bad." She starts as she discards herself of her suit jacket and dress shirt.

"All you did was act like a whore for the past four weeks. Walking around with these." She pulls the strap of your bra before letting it go so it snapped against your skin and you let out a small gasp.

"Touching yourself and sending me those slutty pictures."

"But you liked them."

"I'm talking detka." She tuts disapprovingly and you look away.

"Sorry daddy."

"Sorry won't get you out of this one. Besides I did win right. So I'm going to enjoy my prize but first I think I need to fuck that attitude right out of you."

Natasha's hands pry your legs apart before she lowers her head down to your pussy. She's not wasting a single second, instead she dives right in, eating your pussy like a starved women. And indeed, she had been starved from your sweet nectar.

"Oh fuck!"

"I missed how you taste. So fucking sweet." She rasps, her tongue licking up your slit before moving to suck your clit. The way she was handling you was so... intoxicating, borderline animalistic.

She gripped onto the flesh of your thighs, pulling your closer so that she could eat you out better, tasting you, just feeling you whole. Natasha moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of her moan shooting up your body like a bolt of electricity. Natasha lapped at your cunt, relishing in the sweet taste of your pussy. She spread your pussy apart, spat on it then inserted two fingers inside of you. You let out a scream that had her smirking from in between your thighs.

"That good huh?"

She fingered you for a brief amount of time because soon your legs were shaking as you were nearing the edge.

"Cum for me baby, come on let go." Your eyes rolled back as you were overcome with this overwhelming orgasm. She continued to fuck you with her tongue, greedily licking all of your juices until she slowed her movements. You really really missed the feeling of her mouth and fingers. You gave Natasha a hazy grin which she returned with a peck on your lips. The moment was short loved because soon she was flipping you onto your stomach, pressing her body onto yours.

"Four weeks of your torture. You thought I'd let you get away with it. But I didn't and now I'm going to fuck you until you're begging and crying for me to stop." You wiggle your ass, purposefully moving against her length and she delivers a harsh slap onto your ass.

"Impatient aren't you? You are so lucky I don't have time to edge you and tease this pussy of yours but we'll have enough time for that tomorrow and the many days after."

Natasha's hands finally remove the robe that you were wearing and her eyes widened as she looked at the brand new tattoo on your lower back.

"Pretty right?" You asked, feeling her fingers trace over the ink.

"You really want to kill me, don't you?" You let out a half hearted chuckle before Natasha pulls you back by your hair so that your back is pressed against her front.

"You're so fucking beautiful." She mumbles in your ear and she can feel your wetness dripping onto her cock.

"I'm gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours so good." You let out a muffled sound as she slowly inserts herlsef inside of you, slowly stretching your pussy out.

"You're so tight baby, fuck, spent thirty days without being in this fucking pussy. Won't ever do it again."

"Nat-"

"You missed me? You missed me fucking this pussy huh?"

"Yes!"

"Say it."

"I missed you fucking me dumb Nat."

"Yeah?" You nod as you feel her move her hips, hitting the right spots inside of you.

"Mhmm fuck, you feel so good Nat!"

Natasha speeds her movements inside of you and all you can do is take the way she fucks you while letting out small moans.

"Yes yes yes! Please don't stop-" The woman let's go of your hair, and you fall down onto your stomach feeling Natasha dig into your pussy. Her hands find your hips while her thrusts speed up. The sound of skin slapping and the both of your moans bounces off the walls of the bedroom.

"So fucking sexy." She mumbles as your ass moves while she fucks into you. She can't help herself when she grabs her phone, pressing the camera app to take a picture. You can feel her slowing down her movements which makes you whine in frustration.

"No, no, no detka, continue doing that, you're doing so good. Fuck yourself for me so I can record every single thing. Yes, keep moving just like that, fuck. So gorgeous."

Natasha is mesmerized to say the least, with the way your ass is moving against her, the feeling of your velvety walls taking her cock, suffocating it, she's hooked and she can't help but snap many photos and a little video of you fucking yourself against her like a pathetic little bitch in heat.

"I'm c-cumming." You croak out and she pulls out before thrusting into your pussy, hitting the deepest depths of your cunt.

You cum around her cock with a cry. Natasha pulls you up by your hair again to press kisses against your neck before biting the flesh there. She then sneaks her arm around your waist, pulling your tits out of the confinement of your bra.

"So pretty." She husks in your ear as she plays with your nipples. You can feel yourself getting sensitive but you don't want her to stop. Not yet.

"I want you to ride me baby, think you can do that f'me?" A slow nod and Natasha smiles before placing herself next to you. You position your hips over her body before aligning your soaking wet center with her length.

"Shit." A shuddered breath escapes your lips as you lower yourself down onto her cock.

"You're so big Nat."

"Uh huh, but you can take it. I know you can, it's your dick right?" And you do take her, your hips move on their own accord and you ride her with so much determination.

"god I just wanna breed this pussy. Just fill you up until all you feel is me. You'd like that wouldn't you baby? To feel me for the next few days?" You can only nod your head, too fucked out to talk before you lower down to kiss her. The kiss is nothing short of passion. Teeth clashing as your hands wrap around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. All you just wanted was to feel Natasha and you were. Everywhere. Even in such steamy moments, you could still find the linger of passion and tenderness from her longing looks and her movements. You really loved this woman.

Natasha's hands grab your ass as her own hips thrust upwards and you bury your head into the crook of her neck.

"Listen to that, you're just so wet.". She chuckles referring to the wet sloshing sounds of your pussy and you don't look up, your head still buried in her neck.

"Oh malysh, don't be so embarrassed, it's the best sound ever." You can feel another orgasm approaching and this time Natasha's finger rub against your sensitive clit.

"Nat please-"

"Please what baby? What are you begging for. Tell me." Tears are streaming down your face as you continue to ride Natasha and soon you cum again.

Natasha pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. At one point she picked you up and led you over to the side table, where she bent you down and fucked you mercilessly. Then you were pressed against the wall with Natasha on her knees, eating your pussy out again until you were literally shaking.

She made it her mission to fuck you dumb on every surface of the bedroom. And whenever she says something, she does it. She fucked you against the wardrobe, in front of the mirror then in the shower where she held you up with her strong arms and kept thrusting into your wet pussy while groaning into your ear. Your nails clawed at her back while her lips sucked and nipped at every inch of your skin.

The water dripped down both of your bodies, creating a steamy ambiance between you two. And there after she picked you up and set you down onto the bathroom counter. And she just kept fucking you, hitting your G-spot countless times while you kissed until you needed air. It was late at night, hell you were certain that it could be three am but you two didn't care. You were making up for all the lost time.

And somehow you had found yourselves on the floor, making out as you slowly rode the woman, not wanting to stop even though your legs were begging you to stop. You just couldn't, you missed Natasha that much, you needed her that much and you loved her that much.

The next morning, well, hours later you two woke up in a tangled mess of sheets. You chuckled slightly, body practically aching from the nights activities.

"Good morning Moya lyubov' " Natasha's voice woke you up and you smiled lightly.

"How do you feel?"

"Sore but so great." She chuckles lightly before sitting up.

"Well we shouldn't have slept on the floor."

"Not my problem, you're the one that fucked me on it."

"And I suppose its my fault?" She asks in a joking manner and you only nod your head.

"Join me for a bath?" You asked and she hummed.

So you two took a bath together, the both of you basking in the peaceful bliss of being in each other's arms. And when Natasha's fingers slowly slid across your pussy to fuck you slowly, you let her make you feel good, throwing your head back onto her shoulder, letting her fully control your body.

_

_

When the two of you finally emerged out of your room later that afternoon, you found the team huddled up in the kitchen, just having useless banter as per usual. And when Tony spotted you two, he whistled lowly making you roll your eyes.

"Break the bed didn't ya?" He joked and Natasha shot him a glare. Rhodey walked past Natasha and he eyed her  back that was filled with many scratches.

"Your back." He mumbles and the woman arches her brow.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Never mind." He backed away once he saw the serious look on your girlfriends face and you just pulled her arm.

"Damn did you suck the life out of her neck too." Carol exclaims as she examines the hickey you failed to cover up. You scoff before pushing her hand away from your neck.

"Can't walk without Natasha holding you up huh?" Rocket teased and you turned to look at him.

"Nothing will stop me from throwing you into that trash can over there."

"With what strength sugar, you can barely walk yourself." The team laughs and you two just roll your eyes before Natasha walks over to get a cup of coffee.

You sit down next to Wanda and opposite from Thor before he looks up at you.

"I must know, was it worth the thirty days lady y/n?" Thor asks and you glance at Natasha with a big grin plastered on your face.

"Totally worth it."

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[moonstruckme]

hi mae! please can i request steve x reader where r sees steve being really good w the gang of kids (like max, dustin etc) and just being so in love and joking about having kids one day

i really love your writing and ik it says in your request rules that you don’t do rqs w/ reader or character w/ kids so u can take the last part out if u want :) thank u <333

you are so talented and your work is so comforting btw

Thank you sweetness!!

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 969 words

It was shaping up to be a slow, easy day. Grocery shopping, followed by a date with Steve, followed by an afternoon spent making out on your couch. Simple, satisfying. Routine, after a little over a month of dating Steve. That all went out the window when your doorbell rang and you broke Steve’s kiss to answer it.

There were six kids waiting outside. Too young to be missionaries, too many boys to be selling girl scout cookies. Loud and gesticulating and talking over each other and all asking for Steve.

You didn’t have to call for him. He came like their chaos drew him, appearing at your side with an exasperated look on his face.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?”

They all began talking over each other again. Somewhere in there, Steve introduced you, rattling off a bunch of names you’re trying very hard to keep straight, and eventually it becomes clear that they came looking for him because Dustin got gum stuck in his hair and they can’t agree on how to get it out.

“Just cut it out,” Max insists, with the long-suffering air of someone who’s repeated themselves more than once. “It’s the only way.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” Mike throws up his hands.

“I can’t cut it out, it’s right by my scalp!” Dustin practically squeaks. Tilting your head, you can see that there is, indeed, some white gummy residue sticking to the edge of his baseball cap and the hair above his ear. “Do you know how long it took me to grow it out this much? Do you have any idea?”

Max throws Steve a droll look, arms crossed. “You made him vain.”

“Hey, we’ll see how you like it if you get gum stuck in your hair,” Steve says back. He asks Dustin, “Did you try peanut butter?”

The kids go quiet.

“You didn’t even try peanut butter?” Steve sounds appalled. He sighs, tenting his fingers over his brow like an overwrought parent. You fight a smile. “That’s the first thing you try! Look, you go find a jar of peanut butter—creamy peanut butter, not that nutty shit—"

“Hey!”

“I don’t care what peanut butter your mom uses, Henderson—use the creamy kind, and it’ll come right out. Okay? It’s the oldest trick in the book.”

“I have peanut butter,” you say.

Everyone turns to look at you. The kids like they’ve forgotten you were there, Steve like he’s trying to convey a warning with his eyes.

“You can use mine,” you go on anyway.

They all look at Steve as if for permission. After a second, he sighs. “Okay, yeah, come on.” He waves them inside.

It’s sort of funny watching Steve interact with this band of teenagers. Sort of sweet, too. He’s all sighs and eye rolls, fondness hidden under the veneer of annoyance, but he’s not rough as he works the peanut butter into Dustin’s hair. As he does it, he gets the story for how the gum wound up there in the first place.

“I was seriously just trying to chew my gum—“ Lucas starts.

“No—no, you were blowing bubbles with it, which is distracting when someone’s trying to read—”

“Do comics really take all of your concentration, Dustin?” Max asks sardonically. “Do they really?”

“Fine, I was blowing bubbles, and Dustin wouldn’t shut up about how he wanted me to stop—”

“You wouldn’t shut up with the bubbles!” Dustin counters.

“So I started blowing them by his ear, and when one popped it got stuck.”

Steve’s face wrinkles. “Ew. What the hell, Sinclair?”

“It was funny!”

“It was funny,” Max agrees.

Quietly, as though to himself, Will mutters, “It was stupid.”

They go on like this, bickering and forging alliances and then breaking them, until the gum is out and Steve shoos them all out the door.

He shuts it with a weary exhale. Checks to be sure it’s locked before coming to join you on the couch again, setting his hand on your hip like you’re just going to carry on as you were before the doorbell rang. You’re smiling like the cat that got the cream.

“Sorry about that,” he says, leaning towards you.

You lean back. “How many children are you friends with?”

Steve sighs. “You’re actually not the first person to ask me that,” he mumbles. “It’s not like we’re friends friends. I’m more like their babysitter.”

“They look, like, fourteen.”

“Most of them are actually fifteen.” He runs a hand through his hair, cringing. “I don’t know. We hang out, I guess. Not in a creepy way. They ask me for advice and stuff.”

“About getting gum out of their hair.”

“Sometimes, yeah.” He eyes you. “You think it’s weird.”

You shake your head, biting your lip to control your grin. “I think it’s sweet.”

Steve looks hopeful. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

He smiles, too, as he leans down again, settling his weight over you. You recline against a throw pillow, finally letting him pick up where he left off.

“I swear it’s not, like, a move I do or anything,” he says as he kisses your shoulder. “I didn’t know they were coming.”

“I believe you,” you reply.

His mouth moves up the line of your throat, your knees tipping outward to allow him to slot in between.

“It’s interesting that they knew to find you here, though.”

Steve hesitates. “I…may have mentioned you,” he admits, somewhere between sheepish and flirting as he kisses the corner of your lips. “That bother you?”

You smile, letting yourself be kissed. “No, that’s alright.”

“It’s okay that I let them in here?”

“I’m the one who invited them in.”

“I know, but. Still.”

“Your kids can come over whenever you want, Steve.”

He groans, landing a firm kiss on your lips. “Shut up.”

[ixequte]

MIRAGE | gojo satoru x reader

He was fine. He was always fine.

The first time Satoru realized you were dying, he didn’t cry.

He didn’t panic.

Didn’t throw a tantrum.

Didn’t start tearing through cursed archives for some miracle buried under dust and blood.

He just blinked behind his covered eyes, that stupid grin tugging at his mouth like muscle memory.

"Funny joke.”

Because it was a joke. Had to be. Because people like you didn’t die. You were a hurricane. A pain in the ass. The only one brave enough to snatch his glasses right off his face and call him a nerd in public.

You were supposed to outlive all of them.

Outlive him.

And even when you started crumbling—

when your cursed technique faltered mid-mission, when you swayed in the hallway and brushed it off like it was nothing, when Shoko pulled him aside with a look in her eyes he didn’t want to name—

He just laughed.

Because if he didn’t laugh, he might crack wide open.

And if he cracked—

if he let even a splinter of it in—

he wouldn’t survive you leaving.

Not again.

Not you.

"You good?" He asked once. Just to hear you call him an idiot.

You were curled up on a hospital cot like you barely fit inside your own body anymore, pale under the fluorescent lights, fingers slipping off your phone twice in a row.

But you still cracked a smile.

“I look that bad, huh?”

He barked a laugh. "Please. You always look like shit. This is just limited edition."

You smiled at him like he’d handed you a goddamn crown.

And he sat there—grinning like an asshole—like he didn’t spend the entire morning eavesdropping outside your room, learning you had weeks, not months.

“You’re allowed to hate this, you know. You're allowed to hate me for it.”

He rolled his eyes. Flung an arm over the back of the chair.

"Hate you? You’re not that important."

You laughed.

And he memorized the sound like a dying man hoarding breath.

Because it was almost over.

And he was going with you.

After that, Satoru started keeping track of you like he was studying for the world’s worst exam.

He didn’t write anything down.

Didn’t trust himself to.

Instead, he promised he’d remember:

The way your cursed energy flickered when you lied.

The way you touched ramen bowls like they’d burn you, even when they were cold.

The way you lit up when it rained, like the whole sky had decided to throw you a party.

The way you always, always, left a light on for him when he came back too late even when you should’ve sleeping.

He thought if he memorized enough of you, he could rebuild you later.

Patchwork you back together when the world finally ripped you away.

As if remembering could save either of you.

One night, you asked him to take you outside.

You could barely keep your eyes open. Couldn’t stand without swaying like paper in a storm. Your breath rattled in your chest like loose change.

He didn’t ask questions. Didn’t waste a second.

Just scooped you up like you weighed nothing, like it didn’t kill him to feel your ribs under his hands.

He told himself you were just tired.

Told himself you weren’t slipping through his fingers.

You blinked up at the stars and mumbled, "If I make it to winter... will you take me somewhere it snows? Like really snows. So much you can’t even hear yourself think."

Satoru snorted. Because that's what assholes did when their world was ending.

"You’ve seen snow, dumbass."

"Not like that." You whispered.

You smiled and he felt something inside him tear.

"Yeah. I’ll take you."

"Liar.”

He grinned like he had a choice.

"Always."

And you smiled like you believed him.

You didn’t make it to winter.

Didn’t even make it to fall.

The last week, you stopped eating.

The last three days, you stopped talking.

The last day, you opened your eyes once—

found him immediately—

and smiled.

That was enough.

He stayed with you until the machines went silent.

Stayed even after the nurses stopped checking.

Held your hand like it still belonged to him.

Like if he squeezed hard enough, he could keep you here.

At the funeral, Satoru didn’t wear black.

Showed up in his uniform. Wore stupid sunglasses.

Because you would’ve roasted his ass for wearing a tie.

You would’ve laughed.

He stayed after everyone else slunk away. Sat cross-legged in the dead grass, sunglasses slipping down his nose.

Waited.

Like maybe you were just late.

Like maybe you’d come barreling around the corner any second, cussing him out for being a dumbass.

When the wind finally stirred, he leaned down over your headstone.

"You missed it..”

"It snowed yesterday."

It wasn’t the right snow.

But he said it anyway.

Because lying to you felt more honest than admitting you were really gone.

That winter, it snowed.

Not a dusting.

Not a polite frosting.

A real storm.

The kind that swallowed whole cities, muted every sound until the world felt abandoned.

Exactly what you'd asked for.

Satoru didn’t visit your grave.

Didn’t lay flowers. Didn’t say your name.

Didn’t need to.

(He needed to.)

He walked the streets like he always did.

Smirking at the sky like he was too good to care.

He told himself he was fine.

That people died all the time. That he’d seen worse.

That if you weren’t strong enough to stay, that was your fault, not his.

He kept moving. Teaching. Fighting. Winning.

(Losing.)

Because that’s what the strongest did. That’s what he was supposed to be.

Untouchable. Invincible.

Not the kind of idiot who looked over his shoulder every time he passed your favorite ramen shop.

Not the kind of fool who half-expected to see you there—

grinning like a menace, waving him over.

(You were gone. You weren’t coming back. He knew that. He knew that.)

But sometimes—

when the world went completely still—

when the snow muffled everything so perfectly it felt like standing in a dream—

Satoru slowed down.

Let his hand brush the side of a bench you once tripped over.

Let his breath fog up the air in front of him, because he's still a human. So breakable.

And he whispered it, just once, because no one was close enough to hear:

"I loved you, you know."

It disappeared into the snow like everything else he couldn’t hold onto.

Didn’t matter.

He said it anyway.

Still did.

Always would.

[chrollohearttags]

hard to breathe • portgas d. ace

seeing your ‘ex’ boyfriend ace one last time for closure..or so you thought. (based off of this song I’ve been obsessed with for months. It’s ‘old’ but I felt like it fit him and the vibe of this fic)

📝: black fem!reader, lots of relationship angst, modern au, heavy kissing, arguing + lots of dialogue, they’re slightly toxic ( y’all both ain’t shit I’m sorry 😭), riding, car sex, dirty talk, breeding, baby trapping (kinda), infidelity, hair pulling, pet names and daddy used, crying

wc: 4.1K

🎙️: I love writing my faves in a bunch of different scenarios, including ones that aren’t typical for their personality. This is in no way condoning toxicity, infidelity or anything of the sort. I just thought it would be a lil fun to experiment.

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“Where are you right now?”

“I should be with you..”

“You know that’s not a good idea..”

“Yeah, but it’s what we both want..who cares if it’s wrong or not?”

3:30am

the deep drawl on the other end of the line luring you in with each word..it always had a tendency to do so, even when you wished you could just ignore it.

“Ace, what the hell do you want from me? Stop this.”

“C’mon, babe. It’s the truth. Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty..what did I tell you? You’ve got to stop giving so much a damn about what other people think.”

“Go to hell. Not everyone can just mistreat people like it’s nothing.”

it was a shame honestly..this type of behavior was so unbecoming of both of you. A sweet girl who didn’t like to make much of a fuss for anyone or over anything. And him, the shining example of a stand up guy. Charming, kind, helpful, a little rough around the edges but what every man should strive to be. Yet here you were..whispering into the speaker of your phone as to not wake the one in the room next to you. A mere replacement to dull the ache in your heart caused by him and his stupidity. Meanwhile, he was chuckling in your ear. Seemingly teasing you because he could sense the tension in your shaky voice. He knew you’d bolt the second you heard a ruffle from the other room…but he also knew you’d never hang up. Knew you couldn’t resist answering in the first place and for damn sure, that you couldn’t resist his offer…

“I want to see you. I can be at your place in ten..”

“Are you out of your fucking mind? It’s late, Ace..and—“

“And what? Afraid your little boyfriend might wake up? I know it’s not because you don’t want to see me either.”

“You’re a piece of work, you know that? How dare you? You ended things, Ace. Not me. So why the fuck do you keep hitting me up?”

the line would fall silent for a moment..only the shallow echoes of your breath captured on the opposite end. That was until you’d hear a sigh and his voice once more. This time with a much less arrogant tone.

“Listen, (y/n)..I get it. I fucked up..it’s my fault things turned out this way and I’m sorry. I know I can’t go back or change anything that happened between us but I can try to make it right. Even if it means someone else gets to do what I couldn’t…I just wanted a chance to apologize. In person…which I should’ve been man enough to do from the jump.”

the things in question? Your relationship..a bond of three years to be exact and a union everyone was certain would end in the two of you walking down the aisle. However, life has a funny way of throwing even the biggest of curveballs. This man had all but swept you off your feet one night a few summers ago..both out with friends and enjoying the night life as young singles should. Drinking, laughing and having a blast. Even though you were a bit more on the reserved side, he still managed to spot you out of all the beautiful women in that club that night. And trust, a fair share of them had been vying for his attention. Even so, he couldn’t focus on anyone but you. That was one of Ace’s many wonderful qualities. In a room full of people, he managed to make you feel special..as if you were the only one there. Which wasn’t exactly intentional..his biggest issue was that he tried to be friendly, trying his hardest not to hurt anyone’s feelings anymore. He struggled with his anger quite a bit when he was younger, taking next to nothing to set him off and if he was in the midst of conversation with one person, it was best that no one else tried to interrupt. However, he realized that only caused trouble so he always tried to greet someone regardless. It just didn’t fare very well when it came to women. No girl wants someone that it seems everyone can access to!

But alas, you sat in that section next to him; nursing your drinks and exchanging pleasantries. He was so easy to talk to. He had this awkward yet charming charisma about him. Almost as if despite his good looks, he wasn’t the ‘ladies man’ you’d peg him to be off first glance. Somehow though, he managed to get your number and the rest was history. You began hanging out, going on a couple dates..even spending a weekend together after a bad storm trapped the two of you inside of his apartment. You really enjoyed being around him and as time passed, the bond grew stronger. Six months later, you came over to visit and found yourself greeted by smoke and an obviously frustrated Ace covered in soot..a result of him attempting to cook a dinner to formally ask you to be his girlfriend! It was those goofy yet sweet gestures that made you adore him.

perfectly flawed was the best way to describe him in your book…maybe he made mistakes and maybe he didn’t come from this picturesque family but he was a damn good guy doing his best to be better than what he was used to. He was a hard worker and willing to fight for what he wanted.

You cherished every moment you guys got to spend together and at one point, you even got matching tattoos of half hearts on each of your hands..however, things began to crumble in the once ideal world you had curated together.

going from laughing all the time to petty arguments that seemed intentional. From spending late nights together..making love until the sun shines over your bodies..now you were blowing up his phone to see where he was. You began to suspect that he was cheating. Perhaps somewhere with another woman. But you were wrong..truth be told, he was running.

running away from a healthy home and relationship because he didn’t know how to handle it. Didn’t know how to process being loved unconditionally without expecting the worst to happen…he never figured himself to be good enough for you to begin with but here you were..constantly showering him with affection; buying him gifts, making his favorite meals and even surprising him with massages after long, stressful days at work. You were everything he didn’t deserve! Hence why..he felt the need to blow it up before it could escalate. He couldn’t let you continue treating someone like him as if he were special. Three weeks later, he texted you asking to break up and to say you were devastated? Was an understatement. You loved this man so damned much, you had already begun looking at wedding dresses and contemplating baby names, figuring you guys were in this for the long run. But fairy tales don’t exist and you weren’t getting the story book ending. Instead, you were left heartbroken..trying to piece yourself back together and figure out what went wrong.

“Just one last time, that’s all I’m asking. I want to say I’m sorry and then I’m out of your hair for good, I promise. I won’t bother you ever again..”

a solid compromise, you supposed. Besides, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to look him in his eye and tell him to go fuck himself for how he fumbled you. He’d plead, calling your name until he got a response and finally:

“I’ll be in the lobby, call me when you get here.” Before disconnecting the line and releasing a heavy sigh. You fought back tears but in order for the next chapter of your life to begin, you had to finish this one. But the funny thing about some books…

is that they refused to remain closed!

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“..it’s nice to see you again. You look beautiful as always—“

“Enough of the small talk. State your business and make it quick.”

the two of you sat parked outside of your luxury apartment complex, downstairs in the desolate parking garage. Your arms folded across your chest in a defensive manner and his stretched across the steering wheel..that goofy snark on his face as he kissed his teeth. He knew you were fighting so hard to stand firm in your boundaries, something you struggled with in the past. And truthfully, he hated to disrupt that peace…but he was selfish, gluttonous even. He wasn’t always this nice guy everyone saw him as. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too and if that meant he’d leave your head a mess once again then so be it. A fucked up sentiment but the truth nonetheless..

“…damn. It's like that then? Fair enough..”

turning in his seat, Ace shifted and focused his attention directly on you. It was hard to maintain eye contact because how could he face you after such a betrayal? Even so, this was his bed he made and it was time to lie in it.

“The truth is...I was afraid. One day, you’d wake up and realize that I wasn’t what you thought I was. That I was broken and I didn’t have my shit together. It’s like no matter what I did in my life, I found a way to fuck it up. Make a mess of things..I’m not like you, (y/n). Honestly, what could you possibly see in me? Don’t you want someone who’s your equal?”

by this time, tears were beginning to swell in his eyes as well. The more he spoke, he realized that these feelings of insecurity were always within him. You promised yourself that you were just going to give him a piece of your mind, storm out and never have to see him again. But it was never that easy with this man.

you knew he was genuine and not just trying to victimize himself. He honestly felt like you could do so much better. But he also knew by the look in your eyes that you were not going to let him get away so easily.. You didn’t hate him, hell, you couldn’t even bring yourself to fully get angry with him for what he did. Looking down, Ace would begin to chuckle; a weird coping mechanism for him in times of stress and uttered the last words you wanted to hear.

“And after all this time, all the bullshit I put you through..you still love me, don’t you? That’s the only reason you’re still sitting here..the only reason you didn’t hang up. When you’re done with something, you never give it a second thought.” sitting cross armed, you’d begin to laugh. Not at his hurt but at the fact that for the first time in almost five years of knowing him, you saw him show genuine, raw emotion. You saw him finally let down his guard and be himself…as sad as it was, it was a bit cathartic.

“Wow…so you are capable of communicating your feelings and there isn’t a ten foot wall of bullshit in that head of yours.” Poking the side of his temple playfully..

“Of course I love you. I never stopped, you inconsiderate jackass. What did I ever do to you? That’s all I could ask myself. You keep talking about me deserving better and all of this bullshit..who gave you the right to decide what I wanted and what I deserve? Shouldn’t I have a say too? You left because it was easy, Ace. Instead of working through it with me, you ran because you don’t want anyone thinking you’re weak. That’s not how relationships work..we’re supposed to see each other at our worst, our best..good and bad days. If you feel insecure about anything, you did it to yourself because you were perfect to me and you know damn well I never made you feel anything less than.”

those words stung like none other. And honestly, no matter what he said, there wasn’t a good enough excuse for any of his behavior. You said it best..he was selfish, immature and didn’t think clearly. Ace had a knack for marching to the beat of his own drum and damn the consequences.

“..you’re right, (y/n). It’s my fault..and I can’t take any of it back…” suddenly, you’d feel his hand clutch the top of your own, intertwining your fingers as he stared you in the eye.

“..but I can try to fix it. Fix us..let me make this right. Please…if you’re happier with someone else, then there’s nothing I can do. But—“ In that moment, (y/n) had finally heard all that you could take. Reaching over the console, you’d clutch his face in your palm and shove your lips together. The sensation of that warm kiss sent a surge throughout your body..a spark you hadn’t felt since the day he left.

“Are you done? God, I swear you talk too damn much.” Prompting him to laugh as you held the side of his face. He was a little taken aback by your sudden dominance. Not knowing you to ever take control like this but he wasn’t mad about it one bit..

“..why’d you kiss me? What about your boyfriend?” A question as disrespectful as it was rhetorical.

“You’re as dumb as you are cute sometimes. You think I came all the way out here at three am to chit chat? Nut uh, you owe me..also, you’re a greedy bastard. No way you’re letting me go back in that apartment unless it’s with you." By this time, your hands were roaming his chest and your faces were only inches apart. His lips would curl into a sheepish grin before his palm snaked to the back of your neck, tugging your head towards him.

“..what can I say, babe? I’m just too damn stubborn..I always have to get my way.” And with that, you’d find your tongues joined together again. Twirling around one another with heavy whimpers mixed in. Suddenly, you’d find yourself crawling into the driver's seat and onto his lap. Just as you’d suspected, he’d worn those gray sweats you’d always loved to see him in and a black tank top to display his muscles, along with a newly acquired tattoo.

This man was not slick at all! Even so, his little tactic worked because all those memories of late nights and early mornings with him came rushing back. When you’d find yourself sneaking out on lunch breaks at work just to come eat his dick up or when he’d show up at your apartment around midnight because he’d work the closing shift again. With a bottle of wine and the intention of putting you through the mattress in every position after two glasses got you turned on. It was always exciting and spontaneous with Ace, something your ‘new man’ lacked. Slowly winding in his lap as you continued to make out, (y/n) caressed his torso..missing the familiar touch of his skin, taking in the scent of his cologne and immersing yourself in him. He’d run his thumbs across your throat, gently squeezing as you took his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You’re so beautiful..I missed you.” “Yeah? You missed me, baby?” Teasing him as you bounced your ass against his crotch, subtly twerking on his visible bulge. Caressing your gentle fingertips across his freshly shaven jawline. You could feel him growing harder underneath him and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Even kissing on his neck and licking on his jugular. “Mmmm..fuck. Pull that dress up and I’ll show you just how much.” Without a single bit of hesitation, you lifted the hem and allowed your bare cheeks and slit to graze him. Shuffling around underneath you, Ace slid his thumbs into the sides of those sweats, letting them pool around his waist. Meanwhile, he couldn’t stop marking your neck and lips with tender kisses..or apologizing for how stupid he was! Being here with you again brought back a flood of memories and emotions..ones that he never wanted to lose again. He needed this to be real once more. However, you weren’t much for talking right now..if he wanted to win his girl back, all you needed were actions.

“Why are you still talking? Just fuck the shit out of me before I grow a conscience and change my mind.” Your command being heard loud and clear; forcing him to grip your waist and balance you above that aching tip. Swollen red and seeping with precum, he was eager for you and that warm cunt was welcoming him in.

“Yes ma’am..whatever you say.” Following up his remark with a toothy smirk so you knew he was going to deliver and give you exactly what you were looking for. (Y/N) reclined against the steering wheel for a moment as he slowly infiltrated that entrance. That core drooling as he made home inside of you. Both of your heads fell backwards in a haze of pleasure…enjoying the all too familiar feeling of being one!

“Shiiit..why are so fucking tight? Oh my gosh..” those breathy moans and whines escaped his mouth the second he began thrusting. Not even two pumps in and he was trying to maintain his composure. With you though, he failed pretty quick. Reacclimating to the warmth that was your insides was going to be a challenge. Even so, he’d continue to guide you up and down on his shaft, letting that thick cock stretch open those wet folds.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Take this dick…just like that..” Meanwhile, (y/n)’s mouth fell ajar, overstimulated by the sensation already. You’d paw at his chest, holding onto him as he maneuvered you to his liking. Using your body like that of a flesh light. “’s so good. Missed this big fucking dick.” Hearing those words elicited another chuckle from Ace, prompting him to cradle the back of your neck in a dominant manner, pulling you close. “Yeah? Your little boyfriend ever fuck you like this?” Questioning through clenched teeth as he continued guiding your lower half..

those soft insides wrapping around him with each stroke. You’d then feel the tight clutch of his hand on the back of your head, tugging at those freshly styled wefts coursing down your back..he was aware of the minute fortune you spent each month to upkeep your beauty. From the thousand dollar hair appointments, nail salon visits and waxes..even so, he didn’t give a damn! Turning his gorgeous girl into a sloppy slut was his favorite pastime. A toothy grin on his face, watching your swollen tits bounce and drool seep from the corners of your mouth, along with the loud moans following suit.

“..I’ll take that as a no. You’re squeezing me like you haven’t come in ages, babe.” Those taunts harbored more truth than you’d care to admit. As shameful as it was to be cheating, you’d never be happy with someone who couldn’t give you a nut! Hypocritical as it was abhorrent, you too would never be satisfied until you got what you desired. And that desire was the guy slamming balls deep up inside of you at the moment. Pounding that sensitive little core..letting that fat mushroom tip split you open and begging for that sweet cunt to siphon him for every last drop of cum he had. “You’re fucking dripping..you must’ve needed this bad. Goddamn..” referring to the creamy release you had drizzling his cock. Making a mess of his lap. “Y—yeah..you’re the only one who can make me cream like this.” Cock drunk and giggling as he catapulted you up and down. The vehicle began to sway due to the heavy activity taking place and the windows also began to fog up as a result. That’s when you’d feel his palms colliding with your asscheeks, egging on your bouncing. It was in the midst of those heavy handed smacks that he’d begin pleading his remorse. Telling you how sorry he was for how he mistreated you. As cute as it was, you weren’t interested in any half assed apologies, but rather….

”…if you’re really sorry, you’ll nut in me. This is your pussy so act like it..” Uttering those words with a wide smile on your face whilst meeting his strokes with heavy bounces..nearly made Ace convulse. He loved when you spoke to him in such a domineering manner. You’d feel a sudden twitch inside of you and his hands guiding you as you slammed down on that cock. Your cheeks grazing the outer rim of the steering wheel..both of you so close to your peak that you’d claw into one another’s skin.

Covered in a sheen of sweat and saliva..begging the other to get you there and revealing all of your deepest confessions for one another..including the fact that he wanted you to be his forever and that you weren’t leaving this parking lot without him. You’d clearly chosen who you wanted to be with.

“…damn right it’s my pussy, princess. I don’t care who you bring home. You belong to me and I belong to you..no one else can come between that. Ever again.”

not to mention..you were begging for his cum yet again. You’d often divulge in the throes of pre-climatic bliss that you wanted to have his kid..be so full of his seed that there was no way you weren’t pregnant and Ace certainly had no objections to it. Maybe it was the sensation of being cream pied or the fact that you really wanted a family with him. Either way, he constantly fantasized about seeing you full with his seed; how adorable you’d look with a bump and he just couldn’t maintain his composure.

“Yes..please come in me. Want your baby—“ having to laugh again at how cute and pathetic you were becoming. But alas, there was no room for shame right now. You’d plead with your last breath to feel that womb stuffed again.

“That right, gorgeous? Does my pretty girl want me to get her pregnant?..” “Yes, nut in this fucking pussy, daddy. Please!” certainly a far cry from the headstrong woman who was yelling at him before. Now, you were reduced to a desperate little cumslut, pleading to be bred. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long. After experiencing your second orgasm in close succession, Ace would pin you down and force his cock up into you, going as fast as he could muster. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna take every drop. You’re going to have my baby and I’m going to take such good care of you both. Gonna marry you—be a better man this time around..” That soft flesh ricocheting as a result..loud grunts and curse words filling the car as he prepared to do the same to you.

“M fucking coming, babe! Hold still—shit!—“ in that moment, that orgasm would rip through his body and just as you requested, all of his warm seed coursed through your insides and didn’t stop for a solid two minutes..having not had a proper orgasm since you guys split up. He was still twitching inside of you, holding you to his chest as you both cried from how amazing it felt. Tears on both of your faces as a result of ecstasy.

“Damn, I guess I wasn’t the only one who needed that.” Teasing him amidst your cute giggles. Leaning up, (y/n) kissed the tip of his nose and caressed his cheek..unable to believe that you were here with him again. He’d gently stroke the side of your face as well..glaring at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I love you, (y/n)..so much. I never thought I’d get the chance to tell you that again. Feels so good.” And you shared his sentiment. He was the only one it ever felt genuine from and damn sure, the only guy you meant it to. Any guilt or shame had long since absolved and you knew this was exactly where you should’ve been. ”I love you too, Ace. I’m so glad you showed up.” It was going to be a long day, as you had some explaining to do. But for now..

“Shit..he’s calling me.”

“Ignore it..let me hold you a little bit longer, okay?”

you wanted to remain in this moment for as long as possible. After all, this is where you were happiest and there was no one who’d give you the high that he could.

[prettygirl-gabi]

What’s so funny

Pairing: KK Arnold x Reader

Fandom: UConn’s Women’s Basketball

Summary: While visiting home for summer, you are caught in a storm of jealousy and assumptions after a picture with an old friend gets back to KK.

A/N: thanks for being my pawn again @thatonesuschix

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @cowboybueckers , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @elswhore , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom , @let-zizi-yap , @latenighttalkinqwp , @fairyblossomsav , @liloandstitchstan , @kaliblazin

I hadn’t been home in months.

There’s something about coming back to your old stomping grounds that makes the world feel smaller, familiar, even when you’ve outgrown half of it. A

few days into my summer break, I let myself unwind — no press, no schedules, no facetime calls to reschedule missed ones.

Just sunshine, the ocean, and some good drinks with people who knew me before the spotlight hit.

That’s how I ended up barefoot in the sand, hair still damp from swimming, dancing around a bonfire like a teenager. The music was too loud, someone passed me a bottle I probably shouldn’t have taken, and I laughed harder than I had in months.

I didn’t even know the picture existed until it hit my phone the next morning — or more accurately, until KK sent it.

KK [9:12 AM]:

Where were you, last night?

I wiped sleep out of my eyes and squinted at the screen. Her name already made my heart sink a little. I hadn’t texted her last night, but we weren’t officially on bad terms. We were just… distant. Busy. Whatever.

Me [9:14 AM]:

Was hanging out with some friends, why?

A minute passed. Then two.

KK [9:17 AM]:

She doesn’t look at you like you just friends, lol

My brows furrowed as I sat up in bed, the air suddenly thick.

The picture came through right after: Me laughing, head tilted back, while my friend — Lena — was doubled over, face practically in my chest. I knew the moment.

I’d said something stupid, she’d tripped trying to twerk on sand, and we’d lost it.

But of course, out of context? It looked wild.

I stared at KK’s message again.

Me [9:19 AM]:

What’d you just say?

KK [9:20 AM]:

She doesn’t look at you like you just friends.

No lol.

I scroll to her contacts in my phone and hit call.

She answered on the second ring. “Hey.”

“What did you say at the end of that sentence?”

She paused like she didn’t know exactly what I meant. “I don’t know… nothing, really. Just said she—”

“No, the end, KK.”

Another pause. Then, like it was no big deal: “Lol?”

My jaw clenched. “What is so funny about what’s happening right now?”

“Nothin’s funny.”

“Then why the fuck are you ‘lol’ing?”

I didn’t wait for a response. I ended the call and tossed my phone onto the bed like it had burned me.

Two days passed.

I didn’t text her.

I didn’t post.

I barely looked at my phone, trying to stay unbothered while lying on pool chairs and watching sunsets with the same people who used to sneak beers behind gas stations with me.

Until I walked back from the pool, towel over my shoulder, sunburn on my nose, and heard someone go, “Damn, Y/N… who’s that?”

I followed their gaze and my stomach dropped.

KK.

In jeans and a hoodie — in the middle of a hot-ass summer day — standing by my porch like she belonged there. Her arms were crossed. And she was looking directly at me.

I blinked and tried to play it cool. “What are you doing here?”

Her eyes flicked down to the shirt I was wearing.

It was Lena’s. Oversized, soft, white with a faded logo on the front. I’d spilled something on my tank top and Lena tossed it to me without thinking. Now I saw the way KK looked at it. Like it was a scar.

“You wearing her clothes now?” she asked, not loud, but not quiet either.

I could feel everyone watching us — a mixture of nosy concern and oh-this-about-to-be-messy curiosity.

“I spilled something. It’s just a shirt,” I replied.

“You always hold hands and laugh like that when it’s ‘just a shirt’?”

I crossed my arms. “Don’t start with this.”

She took a slow breath. “Can we talk? Inside?”

I looked around at my friends, trying to give them a quick smile. “I’ll be back.”

The second I closed my bedroom door, it was like a dam broke. The air got heavier, my pulse louder.

“You just flew out?” I asked.

KK didn’t sit. She just stood near the wall, eyes still on me. “You weren’t answering. You looked like you were having the time of your life with someone whose face was in your boobs.”

“It was a joke,” I said, voice tighter than I wanted. “It wasn’t anything. You think I would cheat on you?”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” she said quickly. “You don’t call, you don’t check in, and then you’re laughing with some girl who clearly wants you.”

“She’s gay and she’s my friend!”

“She looks at you like she’s in love with you.”

I didn’t mean to step closer, but I did. “You think that’s funny, too?”

Her jaw clenched. “I wasn’t laughing at you.”

“Then what were you laughing at?”

“I don’t know,” she snapped. “Maybe because it’s easier than thinking about someone else touching you.”

And that broke something open.

I stepped toward her again, voice softer but still sharp. “I’ve been trying, KK. But you don’t trust me. You assume the worst and then you act like you’re above feeling anything about it.”

“I’m not,” she whispered. “I’m not above anything when it comes to you.”

My breath caught. Then, without warning, she stepped forward, grabbed my face, and kissed me.

Hard. Needy. Like she had something to prove. Like she didn’t want me to disappear.

I didn’t push her away. I couldn’t.

Her mouth moved against mine like an apology.

Her hands framed my jaw like she was trying to remember every inch of me.

And when I melted into her, when I let her press me back until the backs of my knees hit the bed — neither of us broke the kiss.

We just dropped.

Onto the mattress, onto weeks of distance and unspoken things.

She was above me now, kissing slower, deeper. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her closer, moaning softly into her mouth. When her lips left mine, they trailed down — to my throat, my collarbone, the edge of Lena’s shirt.

She sat back just enough to tug it off of me, her eyes dark.

“You mad about the shirt?” I whispered, smirking faintly.

“Yeah,” she murmured, leaning down again. “Wanna erase it.”

Then her mouth was back on me — lower this time. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of my swim bottoms, and I lifted my hips for her. She kissed the skin there like she was worshiping it.

I let out a shaky breath. “KK…”

She didn’t answer. Not with words.

Her mouth did all the talking now.

Slow.

Soft at first, then deeper — like she wanted to remind me exactly who I belonged to.

My fingers tangled in the sheets, then her hair.

My breath hitched again, and I swore I saw stars.

I gasped her name again, and she hummed against me. It sent a shiver through me so sharp I thought I might float.

When I finally came down from my orgasm, chest heaving, thighs still trembling, she was kissing her way back up, hand cradling my face again.

I looked up at her and whispered, “That why you flew out here?”

She nodded, forehead resting against mine. “That… and I missed you.”

I smiled through the afterglow. “Could’ve just said that instead of lol’ing through an argument.”

She huffed a small laugh. “Yeah. I’ll work on that.”

I cupped her cheek. “Good. ’Cause next time? I’m flying to you.”

And this time, we kissed like we meant it — with no room for miscommunication, no audience, no tension.

Just us.

Finally on the same page.

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                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[meadowfics]

movie setting

thanos x f!exactress!reader

you run into your ex boyfriend during the squid games

warnings: death (not thanos, its his bestie instead sorry), some changes in the original plot, angst, reader is a blacklisted actress, one use of "bro" towards reader, even though reader is intended to be female.

you were once one of the most promising actresses in korea, starring in a hit drama that still lingers in people's hearts.

your career was supposed to skyrocket, but a scandal ruined everything.

the scandal wasn’t even your fault. the media twisted the story, painting you as the villain.

companies cut ties, contracts were ripped apart, and soon, you found yourself blacklisted from the industry.

millions of won in debt piled up before you could recover.

with no way to earn money, since you did not need to go to college because of your acting career..your world crumbled around you.

to make things worse, you and your longtime boyfriend, thanos, broke up right before everything went to hell.

you loved him.

maybe you still do.

however, you couldn’t drag him down with you, not when his rap career was still holding on by a thread.

he wanted to fight for you, but you wouldn’t let him.

“i’m not going to be the reason you sink too.”

after that, you disappeared from his life.

thano's drug addiction got worse when you left, but that is something that you did not know about until later.

just three months after suffering, you sat at the subway station after missing the last train of the night.

someone finds you..

the salesman.

he offers you the game. an escape. a chance at redemption.

you hesitate, but when you see the money, you know you don’t have a choice.

that’s how you end up on the colorful, dystopian stairs, walking toward your first game just five days later...

you don’t see thanos first. he sees you.

his breath catches when he spots you a few steps below, dressed in the same green tracksuit, looking just as lost and desperate as the rest.

he almost doesn’t believe it.

his ex, the woman he once held at night, the woman he let go of but never truly moved on from, is here.

“no fucking way,” he mutters under his breath, eyes burning into your back.

you feel it...

the weight of someone staring

when you finally turn, your stomach drops.

thanos.

your ex-boyfriend, the man you broke your own heart over, is right there running up the stairs towards you.

for a second, you do not move, holding up the line.

when he comes closer, you turn away, gripping the railing tightly as you climb the stairs faster.

he’s not stupid. he knows you’re avoiding him.

outside on the field..people notice you.

“wait… is that—?”

“holy shit, it’s her! from (drama series)!”

players start murmuring, pointing, whispering excitedly.

some of them grew up watching you on tv, still nostalgic over your most famous role.

“i can’t believe it! i had the biggest crush on her when i was younger!”

you try to ignore the attention, but it’s hard when people are outright gawking at you.

some are obsessed, borderline unsettling.

“you’re even prettier in person…”

you feel their stares, their fascination.

it makes your skin crawl.

thanos notices too.

his jaw clenches as people circle around you like vultures, bombarding you with questions.

usually, this is outside of his personality quirks.

however, he does not like people messing with his girl.

“so, is the scandal real?”

“did you really do it?”

you keep your head down.

you don’t owe them an answer.

thanos watches, expression unreadable as he stands next to namgyu.

he doesn’t step in. not yet.

when the first gunshot goes off, everything changes.

you’re frozen in place, watching blood splatter as bodies drop like flies.

people scream, run, beg for help, but it’s useless.

panic surges inside you, but you force yourself to keep it together.

“green light.”

you move.

you don’t think, don’t breathe,

just follow the rules and survive.

somewhere behind you, thanos does the same.

he sees you up ahead, your body tense, hands trembling at your sides.

he wants to call your name. tell you to focus.

he doesn’t.

he keeps jumping around like a joke..

its the drugs.

he kind of has a feeling that you will be fine.

thanos watches you as he jumps around in joy, pushing people down as if their lives wouldn't be taken too.

“red light.”

after surviving the massacre, you’re still shaken.

everyone is.

you sit in a corner of the room, trying to calm your breathing, when a shadow falls over you.

you don’t need to look up to know who it is.

“señorita,” thanos says, voice lower than you remember.

“you’re really here.”

you keep your eyes on the ground.

“leave me alone.”

he scoffs.

“yeah? and how’s that been working out for you?”

you don’t answer.

“you should’ve told me,”

he mutters after a beat.

“it’s not like that,” you whisper.

he tilts his head.

“really? really bro? ‘cause it sure seems like you wanna be near me again.”

he’s smug. a little too smug.

his ego inflates when you don’t deny it.

you glare at him.

“i’d rather be near you than anyone else in this fucking place, su-bong.”

thano's smirk fades slightly.

nam gyu watches the whole thing unfold.

he sees the way you and thanos look at each other..

the tension, the unfinished business.

it makes him sick.

“you two have history,” nam gyu states one night, arms crossed.

you shrug.

“so?”

“so,” he huffs,

“it’s fucking annoying.”

you raise a brow.

“why do you care?”

he doesn’t answer.

thanos, overhearing, just smirks.

“someone jealous?”

nam gyu scowls.

“shut up.”

despite your best efforts, you start gravitating toward your ex again.

you tell yourself it’s survival.

safety.

being where you are most familiar with..

deep down, you know it’s more than that.

every time you look at him, you remember what it felt like to love him.

you also remember why you left.

he notices the way you linger near him, even if you don’t say much.

“you’re not good at pretending for an actress señorita,” he says one night.

you glance at him.

“pretending what?”

“that you don’t want me back.”

your throat tightens.

you shake your head.

“it’s not like that.”

“sure,” he mutters. but he doesn’t look convinced.

the games are brutal. relentless.

you don’t know if you’ll make it out alive.

one thing is clear:

no matter how much you try to fight it, thanos is a part of you.

and in a place like this, maybe he’s the only thing keeping you sane.

when all of the men went to the bathroom, the dorms were eerily quiet. until the sound of chaos started coming from outside the doors. sounds of metal banding, fists colliding with flesh, grunts of pain, bodies slamming against the walls.

it was impossible to ignore. every player still in the dorm room heard it, heads turning toward the source of the violence, but no one dared to move.

you sat on your bed, your hands clenched into fists against your lap. your whole body was tense, your mind racing.

thanos was in there. so was nam-gyu. you didn’t know what the fights were about, but you knew it wasn’t good.

honestly, you would not have been surprised if your out-of-pocket ex started it all with his bestfriend.

se-mi sat beside you, watching the entrance anxiously. the minutes stretched on like hours, and with every second that passed, the pit in your stomach grew deeper.

one by one, men began filtering back into the dorms, beaten and bloodied. some limped, some had swollen faces, and some had fresh bruises forming under their eyes.

you scanned every face, searching for him.

no thanos.

you exhaled sharply, fingers tightening around the fabric of your pants. se-mi shifted beside you, glancing over with hesitation before asking,

"do you still love thanos?"

the question caught you off guard. your head snapped toward her, eyes wide in panic.

"do i love thanos?" you repeated, almost scoffing. then, without thinking, you blurted out, "no shit, se-mi!"

se-mi flinched at your sharp tone, and the realization hit you instantly. your expression softened as guilt settled in your chest.

"i'm sorry," you muttered, shaking your head.

"that was mean, you're one of my friends here and I shouldn't have spoken to you that way. I'm just stressed."

se-mi shrugged, offering a small, dismissive smile.

"it's fine." she glanced toward the entrance again before sighing.

"i wouldn’t care if something happened to nam-gyu though."

you huffed a quiet, amused breath.

despite the tension, you silently agreed.

then, finally, movement at the entrance.

your breath caught when you saw him...thanos, limping back into the dorms, looking bruised but very much alive.

"su-bong," you breathed, already on your feet before you could process it.

you didn’t care who was watching. didn’t care about the whispers, the eyes on you.

you ran straight to him, wrapping your arms tightly around his body, holding onto him like he might disappear if you let go.

the rapper's arms came around you just as fast, his grip firm, as if reassuring himself that you were real.

somewhere in the distance, you heard someone murmur, "that actress and the rapper are dating?" but it didn’t matter.

you buried your face against his shoulder, inhaling his scent, letting yourself feel the relief washing over you.

he is okay.

thanos pulled back slightly, just enough to press a lingering, warm kiss to your forehead.

you closed your eyes, savoring it.

"see," he mumbled against your forehead, his voice teasing but laced with something deeper, something more tender.

"i know you wanted me back, baby."

you giggled, shaking your head.

"shut up and go sit down."

you slipped an arm under his to help him walk back to the beds, your focus entirely on him...so much so that you didn’t process the absence of a certain someone.

not until the speakers crackled to life, and the robotic voice echoed through the dorms:

"player 124, eliminated."

silence fell over the room.

your body stiffened.

nam-gyu never came back with thanos.

masterlist

[myownwholewildworld]

DARKEST DESIRES ― a Boston QZ!Joel oneshot

main masterlist | ao3 pairing: Boston QZ!Joel x f!reader. summary: you promised Joel something he's been thirsting after for a while ― your ass. so you decide to make good on said promise. a/n: am i sick? probably. undoubtedly, really. this is a sequel to A Dark Summon, but it can totally be read independently. this was prompted by this kind ask (love you, nonnie). also, do you remember that post about frankie morales saying "big stretch"? WELL, YEAH (sorry, meant to tag it but i lost it!). anyways, please heed the warnings! comments and reblogs appreciated to keep the thots thotting <3 take care! x warnings: 18+, mdni. sexual roleplay (cnc). mind the hefty age gap (reader is 19, joel is 56, oopsie). pet names (kiddo, daddy's girl, little girl, etc). sir/daddy kink. dom!joel, sub!reader (possibly some ddlg dynamics). slut shaming. unprotected piv. squirting. sleepy blowjob (consensual somno). breath play. sex toys (dildo, butt plug). mention of rimming. joel (the birthday boy) fucks your virginal ass, anal sex (faked painal). reader is a blank slate with no backstory, has hair. dual pov. no use of y/n. w/c: ~5.4k. divider by @\cafekitsune

You were so nervous, your hands were shaking with excitement.

Living in Boston’s QZ was not easy, and trading was even worse. Because you were young―just turned nineteen a couple of months ago―dealers tried to take advantage of you, asking for more than they would to other people. But you were smart and the moment you learnt that dropping Joel’s name in conversation would actually give you a discount, you used that tactic frequently.

Most people in Boston were too preoccupied with life to be gossiping about the age difference between Joel and you, but there were some that would scan you from head to toe several times with disdain. Some with jealousy, others with horror.

“She’s too young, could be his daughter.”

“He’s too old, bet he can’t keep up with her.”

“She’s too young, it’s indecent.”

“He’s too old, I’m sure that little girl can’t satisfy him like I would.”

“She’s too young, no wonder why she’s always cheating on him.”

“He’s too old, I don’t know what he’s seen in her.”

You had heard it all. And you couldn’t care less. Joel, on the other hand, was a bit more sensitive when people criticized you ― like a guard dog protecting its prey. The relationship between the two of you was private, except for the times that you would hook up with a random guy in an alley with Joel attentively spying on you from the shadows.

He liked to watch, and you liked being watched. In your eyes, it was a match made in heaven. It never went further than a hand job, and you never let them touch your pussy ― Joel was extremely possessive of her. He enjoyed the look on their stupid faces whenever you pulled away, leaving them dumbfounded in the brink of an orgasm, and you would run to him, all giddy and ready to finish him off right there and then.

It was lewd, obscene, but you loved it. And so did he. Joel had shown you a whole new world when he took your virginity almost a year ago. Since then, you had been insatiable, too eager to be fucked stupid by your old man. Your daddy.

Every day you would sneak out and come over to his place to be pumped full of his cum, to have him drill you until you forgot your name and your legs wouldn’t keep you upright. And then you would go back home, spent yet satisfied, with your pussy full to the brim and your panties drenched with your mixed arousal.

Today though you were planning on spending the night here. It was Joel’s birthday and you had planned a special surprise for him. One that had cost you, but the price was definitely worth it.

You knew how avid Joel was about fucking your ass ― he almost reminded you daily. He had been preparing you for when the time came, some mild anal play to get you going. Last night, as Joel ate your asshole out, you promised to yourself that you wouldn’t postpone it anymore and today would be the day. What better present for Joel than your virginal ass?

So here you were, all naked and squeaky clean for him. You had draped a red ribbon around your waist. A big, scarlet bow laid low on the small of your back, making it obvious what his gift was. You also had a smaller parcel, all wrapped up with some old newspapers.

The moment you heard the front door creak, your heart jolted with anticipation and your stomach flipped. Turning around to face away from him, you dropped to your knees and leaned forward until your forehead rested on the floor and your knees touched your chest ― your ass on full display for him.

“Kiddo?” he called.

Joel’s brows furrowed deeper when he didn’t hear a reply. He knew you were here, your recognisable scent betraying your presence. Confused, he walked the small hallway and entered the living room.

His eyes immediately fell to where you were positioned, and a rush of hot blood coursed through his veins like liquid fire, all the way down to his groin. You had knelt and bent over, your perky ass up in the air for him to admire. A red bow topped your ass cheeks, the meaning of all this becoming instantly clear.

With a sly grin, Joel rubbed his palms together, taking a step forward.

“You’ve not forgotten about my birthday, have you, sugar?” he croaked, raspy and hoarse.

“No, sir, I haven’t,” you murmured, wiggling your ass a bit for him.

Joel groaned, the tension in his pants growing tighter, while he knelt behind you. The offer was irresistible, the way your flesh jiggled commended him to smack both of your buttocks. You whimpered, your back arching some more and your crack pulling further apart.

His fingers twitched with need, grabbing a handful of your meat. Joel was mesmerised by the view ― your puckered entrance so very inviting, and your beautiful seam glistening with slick right below.

Unable to refrain himself, his index dipped in the warmth of your damp pussy, tracing it entirely until the pad caught on your beating clit. You sighed heavily, melting under his digit.

“Why are you all wet already? Have you been playing with yourself?” he questioned, voice laced with lustful anger.

“Yes, sorry, sir. I was thinking about you, about what is gonna happen tonight, and… mhmm…” you hiccupped when he flicked your clit, “I did finger myself, but I didn’t come, I promise.”

Joel’s chest rumbled, frustrated. His orders were clear ― no touching yourself, nothing at all, even if you were horny. He wanted you needy and ready to take his cock when he came home from a rough day of patrol.

“How many fingers?” he barked, pinching your hooded clit between his index and middle fingers. You wailed in mild pain, your hips bucking up and away from his touch, but Joel didn’t release your thudding button.

“Just the one. Just the pinky, I swear. I know you like my pussy tight and unstretched, sir,” your sob transformed into a moan when his thumb found your trapped clit.

“Attagirl,” Joel rasped. “I don’t want your cunt all used and loose, you’re too young to feel like an old hag around my cock.” His thumb pressed tight circles on your pebbled nub before he removed his hand from your pussy. “I will let it slide. This one time.”

The warning in his tone made you nod vehemently, as you looked over your shoulder to him. Your bottom lip was trembling, your doe eyes pleading.

“Do you forgive me, sir?”

Joel gave you a stern look before he slapped your ass cheek, and you winced in response.

“I’ll think about it, kiddo,” he already had, but wouldn’t tell you yet.

“What can I do to help you make up your mind, sir?” a single tear skidded through your cheek, bottom lip still quivering.

Joel loved how easy you would tear up, you were a natural when it came to acting.

“There’s this one thing I have in mind,” Joel muttered, his thumb ghosting your butthole. “So clean, sugar. Can’t fucking wait to dive in.”

“I washed myself really well for you, sir. I used an enema too,” you whispered, averting your eyes shyly.

“So no messy sex?” Joel almost sounded disappointed, but he was just toying with you.

“No, I couldn’t, sir,” you bit down your bottom lip, eyes shut and the apples of your face burning with shame, when the pad of his thumb gently pressed the tight ring in your crack. “Oh…”

“You like that, don’t you? All this time denying me my right to fuck your ass, and now look at ya, begging to have your butthole impaled. Did rimming your tight ass yesterday change your mind?”

You shook your head yes eagerly and pushed your hips backwards until your ass was resting on his lap, thumb still stroking you right where you needed. You rubbed your buttocks against his jeans, your weeping seam sliding on his zipper.

“I-I loved it. I’m s-so ready now, sir,” you stuttered, pouting when he stood up.

“You poor little thing. Let’s break this seal then, shall we? But I need you to work me hard first.”

Joel moved towards the couch, and you followed him, walking on all fours behind him as if you were his little doggy. Next time, he would get you a collar and a leash, he thought as he sat down, and the old cushion gave way under him.

He coaxed his legs apart to make room for you between his thighs. You didn’t need any further instructions: you were already unbuckling his belt, your tiny hand dipping in his underwear to release his flaccid cock. His dick was still soft, just started to harden a few minutes ago.

Leaning forward, you pulled back the skin on his shaft and kissed the reddened tip. Then your tongue twirled around his cockhead, slurping sloppily as you bobbed your head down his length. Joel felt his dick growing harder, bigger in your warm mouth, and he groaned with satisfaction.

You loved how Joel’s soft cock would slowly stiffen between your lips, how his weight would grow heavier on your tongue as you sucked him off. Although you played to be submissive to him, this was a reminder of the actual power you held over him. Not only a reminder to yourself, but also to him. Despite being fifty-six, you were able to work Joel hard in a couple of minutes with the brush of your tongue and the seal of your plump lips. You were proud of it.

“What’s all this?” Joel asked as he leaned over, his chest pushing your throat further down on his now throbbing cock.

Your partner grabbed the box you had wrapped from the coffee table, along with the ashtray and a cigar you almost had to sell your soul for.

“Your other present, sir,” you managed to mumble, mouth full of his hard erection.

Your saliva skidded down his veiny shaft, pooling on the thick, dark curls at the base of his cock.

“I didn’t say stop. Keep sucking, kiddo,” his reproach scolded you, and quickly resumed your job.

You heard him lighting the cigar and then tearing the newspaper apart, while you took in as many inches as you could. Now that you had felt a few cocks on the palm of your hand, Joel’s had no rival. He was so gifted, and you felt lucky you were the one getting it all for yourself.

He’d been training you to swallow him whole, and practice made perfect. So after a couple more dives, your lips reached the base as the underside of his cock dragged easily along your tongue.

Your eyes welled up due to the strain and you suppressed the gag reflex, the fluttering of your throat around his girth making Joel moan. His left hand landed on the back of your head, pushing you down.

“Your mouth was made for me, sugar,” he praised you and you revelled in his compliment, swaying your hips sideways.

He placed the box on your back and opened it. You couldn’t see him but knew his face expression would light up with a sinful smirk.

Joel cackled and smacked one of your round globes, careful of not messing up the cute bow.

“Oh, you dirty slut.”

Joel pulled you off his erection by tugging at your hair. By the way his brown eyes took you in, you had to be a pretty picture ― messy hair and makeup, swollen lips, your skin glistening from your nose down to your chin with his precum and your spit.

One of his hands was holding a small butt plug. It was made of black silicone, pointier and ridged. It had four inches of insertable length, and the diameter was one inch thick.

Joel let out a whistle.

“You traded for this?” you nodded, batting your eyelashes at him. “Good fucking girl.”

He leaned forward to kiss you, his lips demanding and fierce. Your tangled tongues fought with each other, but Joel always won, subduing you quickly.

Both his hands roamed your bare body, rough calloused palms caressing your cold skin, which bristled under his touch. Joel traced your underboob, then suddenly pinched both of your taut nipples and pulled.

You flinched, a thunder of pain radiating from your tits all the way down to your pussy. Wet, sticky heat pooled between your thighs, clit pulsing and hole clenching around nothing. How could pain turn you on so fucking much?

“Move your pretty ass to the bedroom, kiddo,” Joel commanded.

Springing to your feet, you obeyed, leading the way to his bed. The room was dark and bare, with no personal items anywhere to be seen. Joel kept to himself, sharing little snippets of his life when he felt like it. You never pushed for information, knowing that he would open up at his own pace.

Putting on your best innocent gaze, you turned around to face him once you were at the foot of the bed.

“Can we play rough… daddy, please?” the term slipped from your tongue accidentally.

You covered your mouth at the realisation ― you’d never called him daddy, not out loud. In your mind you had done so several times, but you were not able to gauge how Joel would react if you did.

You were about to find out.

Joel growled at you, one broad hand wrapping around your throat ― his fingers dug on the sides of your neck. Tilting your chin up, you gasped, your hips lurching forward until they pressed against his erect dick.

“Who’s your daddy, kiddo?” Joel groaned, grazing your chin with his teeth.

“Y-you, daddy,” you replied, slowly understanding that despite his aggressive reaction, he actually liked it. “Joel Miller is my daddy.”

“Damn right I am,” he snarled like an animal. He hovered the anal plug over your mouth, “Open.” Joel slotted it between your lips. “Suck on it, daddy’s girl needs her pacifier for what’s to come. Don’t want the neighbours coming over to check if I’ve killed someone.”

When he turned you around and pushed you towards the bed, you knew the game was on. Your shins hit the metal bedframe; with another push from Joel on your shoulders, you fell face first on the unkempt bed.

“No, daddy, please, no,” you began whimpering around the plug, squirming as he sank a knee into the mattress.

Joel grabbed both of your wrists with the span of one broad hand and pressed them onto the small of your back. He tilted forward, his weeping glans gliding on your sticky slit a few times. He tapped your clit four times with his cockhead, the last tap harsher than the others, and then he stabbed your clenching hole.

You writhed under him, audibly crying now, when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. You forced tears to fall down your cheeks and mouthed a scream around the butt plug in your mouth.

“It hurts!” you feigned a painful wail, when in reality your pussy was fluttering around his gifted circumference with delight.

Joel groaned above you, buried down to the hilt, and placed his free hand on the back of your head. Then he pushed your skull down into the mattress, almost smothering you as you tried to gasp for air.

“Shut up, you bitch. Take it,” his hips snapped back, cock almost sliding out of your cunt, and then forced his way into your pussy again.

Your old man picked up a relentless pace, the nasty, sucking sound of your wetness reverberating in the room as Joel fucked you stupid, drilling you into the bed like a man possessed.

Joel freed your wrists for his left thumb to find your empty rimmed hole. He started stroking it slowly again, and you squeezed your sphincter at the touch. Unhurriedly, he worked your butthole until your muscles relaxed, then took the opportunity to ploddingly insert the first phalange in your ass.

Seeing stars behind your eyes, your hips involuntarily jerked up, swallowing the second phalange of his thumb. When Joel began pumping your tight ass with his digit, your pussy palpitated around his cock.

“You like that, don’tcha? Nasty, stupid little girl,” Joel groaned, his thrusts unforgiving whilst his thick finger twirled inside you.

You hummed loudly around the butt plug, feeling lightheaded and dizzy due to the lack of oxygen, but also to the intense pleasure, one you had not felt before.

“Mhm-mm-mhmmm-mhmmmmm,” the crescendo in your mumbling plea peaked, your lungs now burning.

Then Joel released his purchase on your hair, and your neck snapped back as you mouthed for air. Your heartrate spiked, even feeling it in your gums. Joel’s unabating shoves along with his devilish thumb finally sent you over the edge and you jumped off the cliff of your pleasure blindly. Your throbbing pussy clamped around his cock like a vice, the wave of your climax drowning you as Joel fucked you through it.

With toes curling, eyes glassy and drool falling off the corners of your busy mouth, all your muscles went suddenly limp. Your spent cunt still quivered around Joel’s dick, who hadn’t stopped jackhammering into you with renewed vigour.

Hastily, Joel pulled back and out of the heat of your tight pussy, digging up his thumb in the process too. One more second and he would have spilt inside. While he was sure he could have another erection, even at fifty-six, he rather not risk it.

His rough hand wrapped around his cockhead, reining in the need to come.

“Fuck, you almost got me there, sugar,” he cackled, running his hand down his face.

You didn’t reply. You were sprawled across his bedsheets like a fuck toy, your thighs still trembling with the aftershock of your orgasm. Joel was sure that even without the butt plug in your mouth, you would not have been able to string two coherent words together.

His lustful eyes lingered on the red bow crowning the swell of your buttocks. He was dying to untie it, to unwrap his most precious present and make good use of it. But first he needed you ready.

“Gimme that,” he uncurled his hand in front of your mouth, and you spat out the butt plug.

Standing firm behind you, he teased your pursed hole with the silicone tip. You stirred at the touch but were so out of tune with your own body, you didn’t fight him. He twisted the plug around, circling in your orifice. Slowly it went in, and when it bottomed out, your eyes snapped open, and you grizzled.

“Stay put,” he ordered you, stepping back.

Joel admired how the handle stuck out, peeking between your round globes. With a huff, he stroked his length as he walked towards the nightstand. Opened the drawer and pulled out your favourite pink dildo. It was slim and slightly curved ― you loved how the tip always hit the right spot inside your pussy.

He retraced his steps back to the foot of the bed and slid the toy between your clammy flaps, wetting it with your juices. You squirmed at the cold touch but relaxed when you realised what it was.

“Gonna have both holes full to the fucking brim, babydoll,” he mocked you sneeringly, wedging the dildo in your crying pussy until it snugly sat inside. “She’s so greedy.”

“Daddy, please, I can’t. I’m hurting,” you pleaded, sobbed even.

“I don’t fucking care. I’ll fuck your ass through the pain. A gift is a gift, kiddo,” he mumbled darkly.

Joel followed along and would not stop unless you said, “you piece of shit.” That was the agreement, the safe words you would use if you really started feeling insufferable pain. So far, you hadn’t spoken the words, giving him free rein to do with you as he pleased.

Looking at you with your perky ass up with the satin bow on top, a dildo in your weeping cunt and the butt plug poking out of your asshole, he knew himself a lucky bastard. How you fully trusted him, giving in to his darkest desires and coming up with your own. The last year had been a revelation for both of you ― you matched his freak so well.

To hell with what people thought, you were everything he had been looking for.

Fisting the base of his thudding cock, he slowly removed the anal plug, the pop sound enticing. Joel watched your open hole squeezing again until it puckered in your fold. He was mesmerised imagining how your walls would feel around him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, biting down his bottom lip.

Hypnotised, Joel pushed the plug back in your butt, slowly and steadily, watching eagerly how your rimmed entrance swallowed the beads.

“No, daddy, it hurts. Please, take it out,” you begged him with a small, breathless voice.

“Shut the fuck up,” he warned you.

With one hand he pumped the dildo, dragging the pointy tip along your anterior wall to hit the spongy spot of your pleasure, and the other performed similar motions with the butt plug.

You mewled like a kitten, your passion ringing in his ears like he was high on drugs. Seeing you like this, all pliable and surrendered, had him on the brink of coming ― teetering on the edge, precum sliding down his shaft.

When you started humping the bedsheets, causing friction in your unattended clit, Joel knew you were close to another climax. Feeling considerate, he let you chase your own high, both of his hands working the sex toys in your holes.

“I― Good fucking lord, I’m… com… I’m coming, daddy. C-can I…?” you asked for his permission, his chest swelling at your request.

“Yeah, kiddo. Come for daddy,” he rasped, feeling drunk on your ecstasy.

You finally let go again, your whole body quivering like a leaf falling off a tree. He saw your inner labia squeezing the dildo and for a second Joel regretted it wasn’t his cock ― how good it would feel to have your fluttering pussy hug him tight.

But he had to persevere. The gift was worth it.

As your body still adjusted to the aftermath, Joel pulled out the butt plug carefully. The toy slid out easily, and he watched again how your hole stretched back to its normal size.

Throwing the plug to one side on the bed, Joel untied the red, satin bow on your lower back with steady fingers, taking in the moment. He felt like a mayor inaugurating a new building, presenting it to the press. This building was only his to dilapidate. The ribbon fell through his fingers.

Joel slipped one hand between your thighs, caressing around the dildo to gather some of your slick and gently buttering it into your rimmed opening. You said nothing ― eyes shut and mouth agape, it was almost as if you were peacefully sleeping.

He repeated the process a few times, but felt it wasn’t enough. Bending down, he spat in your ass until his mouth was dry. Then positioned his weeping cock right in the fold of your ass and pressed your buttocks together to hump your butt crack. Again, you didn’t react, your drool pooling on the bedsheets.

“What a fucking sight,” he said under his breath, the tip of his girthy dick finally hitching in your asshole.

Slowly he pushed the glans in, then back out, then back in, testing the waters. You squirmed a little, your brows furrowing innocently and your nose scrunching.

“Biiiiig stretch, kiddo,” he managed to groan between gritted teeth, jaw painfully clenched as his cock finally burrowed in your puckered entrance.

That was when your glassy eyes snapped open, and both your hands fisted the bedsheets.

“DADDY!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

It was hot and tight inside, very soft too, sweat gathering on his brow in concentration. Your sphincter crushed his hard cock and Joel felt like losing control over his own actions.

Another piercing shriek from you brought him back, his hips slowly working your hole with his length. He was only halfway in, you still had a few inches to take.

“You pie― Ohhhh, ah, mhmm…” his hand was quick to find the pebbled nub in your slit, petting it gently, pressing tight circles.

The distraction worked, because soon enough his dick was fully sitting in your ass. Joel pulled back, then back in, guiding your movements by pressing his free hand on your belly, holding your waist up and moving you with him. His right ring and middle fingers stroked your pearly clit relentlessly ― you were melting again.

This was heaven. Fucking heaven, he thought. How the muscles in your ass contracted around him, making him feel woozy. How you keened. How he just knew your pussy was fluttering around your pink dildo. How your clit was extremely wet, his fingers almost slipping on your velvety skin, almost unable to catch on your button.

It wasn’t painful, it was extremely overwhelming. Your mind felt like a spongy cloud, completely blissed out. Your soul had literally left your body, that was how empty your brain was. You were so full ― the dildo cozily inside you, Joel’s girthy cock blasting your entrails without a pause. Having him fully seated in your asshole was the most euphoric experience you had ever lived ― your pulse adjusted to his, two hearts beating as one.

It was too much, but it could be even more. Slithering one hand between your body and the bed, you found the dildo. Slowly you rocked it in and out of your damp pussy ― when Joel pulled out, you pushed in.

Elated, little, pathetic sobs escaped your mouth ― real, blissful tears wetting your cheeks, whimpering as your puffy lips wolfed down the pink toy. Your clit felt on fucking fire, Joel’s fingers fondling it to a point where you thought you might actually die.

You were coming again ― Joel could fucking feel it in his bones. Only this time, you squirted all over him, the warm liquid running down his thighs like a cascade whilst your whole body quaked uncontrollably.

“Oh my! Daddy! DADDY!” you wailed as he fucked you through it, hips almost stuttering now. “I can feel you in my guts! OH, FUCKING HELL!”

That was fucking it. With a guttural groan, Joel finally came, thick, sticky ropes spilling in your ass, painting your walls white. For a minute, he kept on filling you with his cum, cock maddingly twitching inside you. He closed his eyes and heavily sighed, as if the biggest weight had been taken off his shoulders.

By the time he was done, Joel was heaving, his chest rising in quick succession. That had been the best sex he’d ever had, and he was no novice like you. God, even his legs were trembling with effort.

Joel smacked both your ass cheeks as you plummeted onto the bed, a stupid grin curling the corners of your sinful mouth. You rolled to your side to look at him ― a fucked-out expression, your eyes hazy, sweaty hair sticking to your face.

The way you lazily smiled at him made his heart skip a beat.

“That was… something else,” you whispered, half asleep, totally spent.

Joel couldn’t help but chortle.

“I told you, kiddo,” he said, manoeuvring you back onto your belly so he could watch his semen gushing out your ass. “Squeeze your butthole for me, babydoll. Get it all out.”

You obeyed, all his cum slowly trickling out until your ass was empty.

“Good girl,” he praised you.

He admired the view for a hot minute ― you were a dewy mess, tangled in his bedsheets, with the pink dildo still poking out your sweet pussy. So tight, he thought, your slick cunt wouldn’t release it even when he gently tugged at it. Joel didn’t have the heart to take such comfort away from you yet, so he left the dildo in.

Joel disappeared into the bathroom after that to shower quickly. Then grabbed some wet towels and went back to the bedroom, naked as you were, to find you soundly asleep in an odd position.

He cleaned you up ― first your sweaty face, then your upper body. Joel coaxed your legs apart and couldn’t resist the urge to bow down and press a sweet kiss to your clit, slowly extracting the dildo from your pussy.

You hummed in your sleep, jaw slack and snoring lightly.

“The best daddy’s girl one could ask for,” he purred before resuming the task of rubbing your cunt and your ass clean. Joel was extremely diligent with your hygiene and care.

There was a big puddle on his bedsheets, right where your pussy had been leaking all along. He’d deal with that in the morning, didn’t want to wake you up now ― you needed the rest.

Joel sauntered towards the living room, seizing the forgotten cigar and the ashtray. Then returned to bed, and dragged your body up the bed until your head was resting on his lap. You unconsciously nuzzled his soft dick, your hot breath fanning the thick curls at the base.

Joel raked his fingers through your hair as he took a puff, the cigar crackling.

“You’re gonna be the end of me, kiddo.”

In your sleep, you stirred ― your plump, cherry lips caressing his base. Joel’s head slacked back against the headboard as he smoked.

“Fuck,” he cursed himself, feeling his dick harden again.

You were giving him no option ― there was nothing worse than going to bed with a hard-on. Joel knew you wouldn’t want that for him.

His fingers left your scalp, took one more puff and placed the cigar down on the ashtray. Joel cupped your chin, tilting your head up and back, while his other hand guided the slick tip of his cock to your lips. The moment your mouth was in contact with his dick, instinctually you suckled on his pearly glans.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Joel gritted, voice gravelly. “That’s it, be a good little girl for daddy.”

Joel gently rocked his hips under you, only the tip disappearing between your sinful lips ― he didn’t want to wake you, not when you looked like an angel right now.

This was a recurrent dream of yours. Most nights, you found yourself drifting away and thinking about your old man’s beautiful dick. It was soothing when you latched onto his glans, just like you were doing right now ― unbeknownst to you.

In your dream, your tongue pressed against the slit on his throbbing cockhead while your lips would seal around it to suck on it. Then his underside would slide along your tongue, kissing your palate gently. Sometimes you would stop, glans sitting warmly in your mouth, and the hand resting on his thigh would find the soft balls underneath to massage them delicately. Then your tongue would resume its petting.

Heat peaked inside your mouth, and that made you scowled slightly. Smacking your lips together, sleepily, you realised that there was something warm and sticky pooling in your mouth.

Your eyes fluttered open, still drowsy, and found Joel’s darkened ones. Your head was resting on his lap, the palm of his hand caressing your cheek while his thumb stroked your chin. Sluggishly, you smiled at him, rubbing one eye with the back of your hand.

“Sorry to wake you,” he apologised before he took a drag of the cigar. “Swallow daddy’s gift, sugar.”

His words made you realise that what you had in your mouth was his cum. Your grin grew wider as the tasty seed of Joel slid down your throat. You liked it when he took what was his without asking.

“Attagirl. Now back to sleep, kiddo. It’s past your bedtime,” he commended you, and you nodded absentmindedly.

Nudging his dick and tucking your hands under his thigh, you pressed a soft kiss on his cockhead, then closed your eyes.

“Thank you,” you sighed contently, to both Joel and his dick.

[pupyuj]

dubcon pervy! g!p gym trainer yujin who touches you on parts she’s not supposed to?🤤 you’d be bent over the equipment and she’d press her hard cock against you with her fingers ghosting right above your breasts but that’s ok cuz she’s only correcting your form, right? right??!? it goes on for many sessions but you were a bit dumb to realize her advances :( so one day as she instructs you to do a stretcg that bends you over and gives her a delicious view of your ass, she loses all self-control, pushes your head against the yoga mat, and fucks you from behind hard and nasty like a rabid dog😫she’s been restraining herself for soooo long! and poor you couldn’t do anything but take her big cock cuz she was too strong (grabbing both of your wrists behind your back) :( both of you go on fucking in different positions, on every gym equipment, nonstop. and did i mention, you were a dumb virgin :( and it only turned yujin on even more when you were crying and begging her to stop bc you were unfamiliar with this (extremely good) sensation stirring up in your stomach :((( poor reader has never even touched herself before :( and all yujin wanted to do was to corrupt you😵‍💫

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this ask has been rotting in my drafts for months omg apologies 🍒 anon 😭😭💔 as always one can never go wrong with pervy yuj 🤓

[cw: dubcon.]

totally into the idea of this yujinnie here being someone you’ve actually known beforehand like maybe she’s an older sibling’s friend or smth so you feel super comfortable around her and is thus blind to anything weird she does to you 😵‍💫 bcs as far as you know that’s just who yujin is: affectionate and naturally touchy-feely with people that she knows! ofc that made it especially easy for her to get away with doing pervy things such as very very sexual comments about your body that she passed off as either jokes or ‘really specific compliments’, briefly brushing her hands against your boobs, touching your ass, etc. 🫣 and the touching doesn’t even stop outside of your one-on-one meetings! seriously, how could you be so stupid to ignore how her hand always rested so suspiciously low whenever she had an arm wrapped around your waist… she was almost disappointed that it was all too easy but you were still so pretty that she needed to fuck you 😳😳

she was hoping to slowly push you into wanting her back just so nobody can tell her shit about abusing her ‘position’ over you as this mentor figure, but one day you just showed up in a particularly skimpy outfit and that was the last straw for her! all morals out the window 😭 and it didn’t help that yujin hadn’t gotten off for days too.. it was perfect! yujinnie watching with bated breath while you were doing your cute little warm-up stretches, she didn’t care to hide her hard-on anymore because why would she?? you’ll get to see her dick in a matter of minutes anyway 🥰 but as morbidly horny yujin was, she doesn’t get to it right away! she had some manners! 😤 she helps you out with a few workouts as per usual, shares a few jokes and conversations here and there, she even showed you some pictures of her little puppy just to get you nice and comfortable… then you were finally laying on your back on a yoga mat while yujin towered above you, ‘helping’ you with some sit-ups although that wasn’t something that was in your routine before…

ah, yujinnie taking advantage of your exhaustion.. your head seemed to have taken you elsewhere bcs you rlly didn’t notice how she had fit herself in between your legs, her hard cock poking at your clothed cunt, her hands keeping your legs apart without too much pressure so you wouldn’t notice… that was until you blinked and set your eyes on yujin again.. “uhm.. unnie?” oh you were so stupid! really!? that’s all you’ll say about this extremely awkward and frankly, humiliating situation??! yujin couldn’t believe her ears, and her eyes! you didn’t make a single move to scuttle away like she expected you to!

it takes yujin a thrust of her hips for your poor instincts to finally kick in and you attempted to push her off.. only to have your wrists pinned above your head 😣 and before you knew it, your pants have been pulled down and you were taking yujin’s thick cock very painfully slowly.. she doesn’t bother to use her other hand to cover up your mouth, she needed to hear your voice.. hear how you whined and winced in pain but would moan her name at every thrust… and she likes how you got yourself to be free from her hold just to grab at her shirt and claw at her arms.. yk what she liked even more?? how you begged in tears for her to ‘wait’ and ‘slow down’ but didn’t make any attempts to push her away like before.. and ofc yujin doesn’t miss the way you’ve practically wrapped your legs around her waist—you wanted this!

if you ask me she was wayyy too ecstatic to help you with some other kind of workout 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ yujinnie practically manhandles you the entire time you fucked in that room… grabbing your waist tightly to the point she made marks on your skin with her nails then she’d aggressively push you around, making sure you’re in the perfect position to take her cock smoothly… face down, ass up, both of your hands gripping the mat for dear life while she pounds your holes… even making you gag and spit all over her fingers just to massage your clit in a way that makes you bite your lip until it bleeds… everything was painful, but it was also all just too good that you sat there and took it like the good girl yujin kept muttering that you were 😍

yujin’s big on praises for you bcs she always made sure to encourage you in your sessions but she was especially fond of you while she fucked your ass, for some reason! 🥰 so many “good girl”s and “good job”s… her praises only wanted you to be better for her ☹️☹️ so ofc you parted your own ass so she could go all out… literally thrusting into you like she will never fuck anyone ever again, biting your shoulder and drooling all over it like a dog in heat… you have never felt more accomplished in your life until yujin came inside you.. filling you up while you simultaneously squirted on her dick (which she liked very much btw!!) with a sweet moan that will surely be stuck in yujin’s head for daysss to come 😵‍💫

[rambling-at-midnight]

Guide Me Home

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: While walking downtown, you inhale fear toxin. It's up to the Bats to find you before your heart gives out.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Scarecrow attack, (kind of) graphic hallucinations (only a small allude to blood though)

Fun fact: As I wrote this, 'quiet' started to not look like a word anymore.

You rub at your eye, muttering below your breath. Wind has been whipping through the Gotham streets all day, drying out your contacts to the point of discomfort.

The next time you blink, one flips up. Cursing, you cup a hand over the affected eye and blink until the stupid contact rights itself. Digging around your purse, you find your suspicions to be true: after the last time you needed to use your emergency backup contacts, you forgot to replace them. The small bottle of contact solution is missing, lost to the abyss of the purse or somewhere else. All you know is that it’s not here.

The only alternative is your glasses, and those are always a last resort. With an outdated prescription, uncomfortably heavy bridge, and scratched lenses, they’re far from ideal.

It’s fine. You’ll splash some water on your face when you get to the cafe and blink a lot. They’re fine.

Your friend is already sitting by the time you get there, but hasn’t ordered their drink yet. You haven’t seen them for several months, though you used to see each other every day during undergrad. They’re only here for a work conference. They live in Metropolis now, and are wearing an ‘I SURVIVED MY VISIT TO METROPOLIS’ shirt to show it. A couple Gothamites around them are actively laughing into their hands at the sight of it. After all, compared to this city, really nothing is worse.

After the usual greeting, hug, and exclamations over how long it’s been, you say, “Sorry, but my contact’s actually killing me right now. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll watch your stuff,” they say cheerfully.

The bathroom’s about as good as someone could hope for in Gotham. The remains of scrubbed-away graffiti lingers on the wall around the mirror, and a paper towel with a suspicious red stain hangs over the edge of the trash can. Not quite the vibe this place is going for, judging by the painted ivy around the walls and the hanging plants, but oh well.

You blink, squeeze your eyes shut, rub them, and open them again. Much better.

There’s a drink in front of your friend by the time you make it back to the table they found, pushed in the back corner where things are a little quieter. “They have seasonal syrups,” they say, sipping the drink. “Though a lot of them are named after supervillains.”

You scoff and shrug off your coat. “Please. Clayface is hardly a supervillain. He’s just a washed-up actor.”

“That must be nice,” your friend says wistfully. “Did I tell you I had to replace my car last month?”

“No!”

“Yeah! Some alien dictator had beef with Superman. A lot of cars were thrown in that fight.”

“Ugh,” you say wistfully. “We had some good memories in that car.” They’d had it since undergrad.

“Gone but never forgotten,” they say, holding their cup up for cheers, and you both remember that you haven’t ordered anything yet.

Even though you’re on a bit of a caffeine ban—boyfriend’s orders—you order a coffee. One a day won’t hurt you, not when you were averaging at least four during the recent busy season. The pathology lab you work at always has a huge rush of biopsies ordered between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. Now that it’s a little into January, you’re not scrambling quite so much.

With your drink in hand, you head back to the table to keep catching up. Your friend started a new job with a much better boss than their old one. They’re thinking about proposing to their partner of five years. Their dog got into their family’s big holiday meal and they had to order last-minute Chinese takeout instead. And they can’t decide whether to cut their hair or keep growing it out.

Then it’s your turn. You’re four years into your job at the lab, kind of feeling like you want a change, but the generous Christmas bonus is making you think twice. Your apartment is okay but not nice. Your cat is healthy and happy and extremely spoiled. Your family lives across the country, all with separate plans, so you stayed in Gotham for the (surprisingly uneventful) winter.

“What did you do for the holidays, then?” your friend asks, their drink long since finished. Judging by their eyes drifting back to the counter as you speak, they want another.

“My boyfriend’s family celebrates Hanukkah and Christmas,” you say. “Nothing too fancy, of course, none of us are terribly religious. But it was nice to see each other on a regular basis for a week straight.” Jason would disagree, but only out of principle. “We’re all busy people.”

“And your boyfriend? Jason, right? How is he? What does he do for work, again?”

Here comes the hard part. No matter what happens in your personal life, you can’t talk to anyone about it unless they’re in the know. Keeping Gotham safe requires a fairly large system; you and several other scientists or similar professionals are able to contact the Bats through Leslie Thompkins, Lucius Fox, and Commissioner Gordon, but of that number, only a fraction know their identities.

Working overtime at the lab as a new hire, you were the only one Leslie could reach at midnight when Black Bat came in contact with a mysterious substance through an open wound. From midnight to eight a.m., you collected blood and skin samples with hands that shook under the scrutiny of Batman’s white-lensed gaze. Your treatment was a gamble but a success, and after that, the Bats started to come to you more and more. So many of their rogues use biowarfare, after all. Still, it took over a year for Black Bat and Spoiler to take off their masks around you. At that point, you’d only seen Red Hood once, when he brought Robin in and ordered you to never tell Batman that he’d done so. Months after that, he took off his helmet around you, but only because of a nasty cut on his neck, and the domino mask beneath it stayed on. You’d known each other for a year and a half before he spoke more than five curt words to you at a time. Analyzing a new street drug was the first time you two ever worked together, and it was fun. After that, he just kept coming back.

It took so long to gain their trust, and you won’t risk it. But there are so many secrets. How can you explain to anyone else that not only is your boyfriend related to Bruce Wayne—yes, the Bruce Wayne of Gotham, billionaire, CEO, activist, and philanthropist—but he is, in fact, the man’s very publicly dead son?

So you can tell people about your boyfriend named Jason. You can’t introduce him to anyone from outside Gotham; the jagged scar on his cheek and glowing green eyes tend to raise more questions than answers. You can mention that he has a large family. You can’t tell them who his family is. You can tell them that Jason works flexible hours, usually at night, so the two of you see each other often despite your busy schedules. You can’t tell them what Jason actually does for work.

“He runs a not-for-profit community service organization,” you lie, the words familiar and tasteless from how often you’ve had to say them. And he sort of does, but with a lot more violence and criminal cavorting than most other not-for-profits. “He’s really passionate about helping Gotham’s kids that come from low-income households.” The foster system reform laws passed last year were lobbied by Wayne Enterprises, but it was the Red Hood showing up in politician’s houses in the dead of night that really sped up the process.

“I talked to Avery the other day,” your friend says. “They’re convinced you’re making him up.”

You sigh. Avery is another friend from college. You two were in the same friend group for years, but were never particularly close outside of it. “We don’t like to take pictures together, okay?”

Your friend eyes you with a faint air of dissatisfaction. “Well, if you say so. I was actually hoping to meet him while I’m here.”

You try not to let it show how your heart leaps into your throat at the thought. Around the lump, you say, “I’m sure he’d love to, but he’ll be stuck all day at the office.” Lie. He’s at home right now, baking muffins and wearing an apron with the words ‘Kiss the Cook.’ Damian and Tim scribbled over the two ‘S’s with Sharpie to make it ‘KiLL the Cook,’ but the sentiment is still there.

“Right,” they say slowly.

The meetup doesn’t last long after that. At the end of it, you hug and promise to meet up more often, even though it’s unlikely. With a wave, they head off for their conference, and you’re almost out the door when you blink wrong and—

Half the world goes blurry.

You feel the contact fall down your cheek and onto the ground.

“Goddamnit,” you hiss under your breath.

Glasses it is.

You’ve been wearing contacts for so long that you can take out the other one without breaking stride. The wind hasn’t let up in the slightest, and it makes your nose run.

Sniffling slightly, shoulders hunched against the chill, you don’t see the pumpkin until it’s too late.

They’re after you.

It’s not safe, not for you, not for anyone, they want you, they’re grabbing you, hands on your shoulder, people screaming—screaming at you—for you to stop—no—for—for something to stop?

Something is wrong. Dimly, in the back of your mind, you know something is wrong, but your hands are shaking and your bag is ripping, someone is clawing at you, screaming, desperate, they want you to fall back so they’re safe (from what?) and someone else shoves you and you go spinning out, bag in one direction and you in the other and—

They’re changing, the person clawing at you, turning into a monster, and you scream.

They’re after you

(who is after you)

They want to hurt you

(why)

(what is going on)

And you can’t see, something is wrong, you hear glass crunch and then the whole world goes out of focus.

You can’t see.

They’ll get you if you can’t see, and now you can see them, the dark shapes rising from the shadows, claws out and maws gaping, hungry, hungry, hungry for you and your marrow and your heart and they’re going to get you—

You run.

You trip over something (or someone; something like a bone crunches) and your heel slides and your hands catch you but not really, chin clipping the ground so hard your teeth click, and your hands burn, and your chin aches, but they’re still behind you, behind and getting closer—

You run.

You run and they get closer and you see the corner of something dark and blurry, and maybe it’s another monster or maybe it’s a building, and you skid to a stop and throw yourself behind it.

It’s not a monster. It smells awful—a dumpster—and the ground is wet, you hope from rain, but maybe it’s blood

(you’re sitting in a pool of it)

(you’ll be covered)

(the monsters will smell the blood and come running and they’ll hear you shuffling, they’ll hear you panting, they’ll hear your heart pounding, pounding, pounding—)

You scramble to the farthest corner between the brick building’s corner and the dumpster—maybe their clawed arms will be too short to reach you—and hide your face in your hands—you need to stop breathing so loudly—you need to be quiet, quiet, quiet—

People continue to scream. The city, the city Jason and his family try so hard to protect, everyone is dying and you’re going to die and maybe they’ll die, too, or maybe they’ll survive, and maybe they’ll find your dead body and that would ruin Jason, or maybe they won’t and you’ll rot behind the dumpster, smelling just as bad as the trash inside it—

Quiet quiet quiet.

You can’t stop shaking, your teeth won’t stop rattling, and you have to be quiet quiet quiet.

But your heart keeps pounding, faster and faster. It hasn’t slowed down since the monsters came, it’s only getting louder and faster.

Dimly you think you might be having a heart attack.

Everything gets a thousand times worse when one of the monsters shouts your name.

How do they know your name?

Footsteps on the pavement and people have stopped screaming.

Dead, you think. And you’ll be next if you’re not quiet quiet quiet.

The monster shouts your name again. It’s louder—they’re closer. You curl into a tighter ball. They can’t find you.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Your chest hurts; your heart wants to jump out of it.

Jason, you think wildly. Jason will save you. If Jason finds you, he’ll keep you safe. Your hands fish at your side, but find empty air: your purse is gone. There’s no way to reach him, and he can’t even track your location through your phone.

The monster shouts your name again. It has a deep voice.

Another voice joins it, deeper, pitched lower. You can’t quite make out the words.

“They’re around here,” the first monster insists. “B, we don’t have long, this strain is strong—”

“They’re strong,” says the second monster. “Their heart can handle it.”

Something thumps and a third monster says, “Everyone else is clear. Signal had to take two people to the hospital, but they’ll be fine, don’t look so upset, B.”

“You have the antitoxin?” the first monster demands.

“Relax, Hood,” drawls the third monster. “‘Course I do. So you tracked them here?”

“Yeah, I just—” Again it shouts your name. It sounds almost upset. “Please, it’s me, I can help you. Come on. You’re safe. You inhaled fear toxin, I know you’re terrified, but it’s me. You know me.”

It’s trying to lure you in. You won’t fall for it.

You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath. Let them move on. Let them search somewhere—

“There you are.”

A hulking figure is blocking the light.

The monsters found you.

“Stop it!” you yell, trying to sound brave. “Leave me alone or—or you’ll regret it!”

“Please,” it wheedles, “I’m just trying to help you. Don’t you recognize me?” It reaches out with clawed hands and you kick frantically, but there’s nowhere else for you to go.

“Hey, aren’t these their glasses?” asks the third monster. “What happened to their contacts?”

“Don’t come any closer! The Red Hood will get you, I know him, if you hurt me he’ll kill you! Stop it!”

“I’m really sorry about this, honey,” the monster says, and its clawed hand latches around your ankle and you howl. The sharp points dig deep through skin into muscle and sinew, and it hurts and you’re going to die—

“Jason!” you shriek. “Jason, help me!”

“I’m right here,” the monster lies. “Please, I’m right here, look at me—”

You won’t. You won’t do it. You can’t watch while it kills you. “Jason, please!” you bawl again, but it’s too late. The monsters have you, you’re surrounded, he’ll never forgive himself but what could he even do against them—

Sharp teeth dig into your neck.

You’re dead.

“There we go, darling,” the monster says. Strong arms wrap around you—it wants to crush you to death—and you struggle, but there’s no use.

Except—

You can hear now, kind of, the rush of blood in your ears is receding a bit, and something heavy lands on your nose. This time, when you blink your eyes open, the world’s edges have sharpened. And the monster in front of you—

Well, you recognize the dark hair with a shock of white, and the brilliantly green eyes would be visible if not for the white-lensed domino mask, and the jagged scar on his cheek.

“Jay?” you murmur, hand coming up to touch it. He doesn’t flinch away. It took so long for him to stop flinching when you touch his face. Over his shoulder, you see Batman and Spoiler watching with satisfaction and slight worry. “What happened?”

“Scarecrow,” he says grimly. “He gassed the street, but only about twenty people were affected. I was patrolling nearby, and when I saw your purse on the ground—” He grimaces, then fixes you with a hard look. His two hands can span most of your head, and he takes it to press a firm kiss to your forehead. When he pulls back slightly, without looking away, “I want their heart checked.”

“The antitoxin—” Batman starts.

“I don’t care,” Jason snarls.

Your hands loosely hold his forearms, still shaking a little. “How’d you find me?”

“I tracked you,” he says softly.

“But my phone—”

“Honey,” he says gently, “of course that’s not the only one.”

Well. You should have guessed that, honestly.

“I’ll go check on the victims,” Batman says suddenly. “Come on, Spoiler.”

“Glad to see you’re okay,” Spoiler says to you, then dashes after Batman. In a whirl of capes, they’re gone.

“I’m so sorry,” Jason says in a rush.

“Jay—”

“I should have protected you,” he grits out, white lenses turning to slits as he squeezes his eyes shut. “This should never have happened—”

“You couldn’t have known,” you say softly, letting go of his arms and wiggling beneath them to wrap yours around his torso. Your nose wedges against his chest kind of uncomfortably, but now you can smell him, the familiar gunpowder and a little bit of sour sweat, and the faint tremble in his bones that mirrors the one in your hands. He clutches you close, head buried in the crook of your neck.

He croaks, “I’m so sorry, so sorry, so—”

“You saved me,” you mumble into his armor. “I knew you would.”

“I almost didn’t.”

“Jay.” You pull back to look at him seriously. “Even when I couldn’t think straight, I knew you would come. I’ll always know that, no matter what toxin’s messing with my head.”

Judging by the twist of his mouth, he doesn’t quite believe that. He’ll beat himself up internally for days, you know.

But you also know that while Bruce runs his tests in the Cave to make sure there’s no more toxin in your system, he’ll hold your hand the whole time. You know he’ll hold you tight in the bed you share tonight. You know, as long as Jason lives and breathes, he’ll always protect you.

“I love you,” he says thickly. “So much.”

“I love you too.”

“Let’s get you checked out.” He helps you up and holds you close and you know that you’ll be okay.

Jason’s here, so you’ll be okay.

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