#I could never play this game it would break me.

[lifeisbutadream444]

Playing Games

Aaron Pierre x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: A passionate yet complicated friends-with-benefits arrangement unravels as you finally confronts Aaron about his inability to commit.

Warnings: 18+, smut, edging, overstimulation, p in v, bdsm themes

A/N: First thing I've ever posted, mostly porn with a crumb of plot.

The hotel suite is dimly lit, city lights flickering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Your skin is still warm, the sheets tangled around your legs, the scent of him lingering in the air. Aaron lies beside you, bare-chested, arm draped lazily across his forehead, his breathing steady but not quite asleep.

"You good?" His voice is rough, sleep-laced, breaking the silence.

You hesitate. "Yeah."

He turns his head, studying you. "Liar."

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for what you're about to say. " I don't think we should do this anymore."

Aaron's brow furrows slightly at your words, his striking blue-grey eyes searching your face. He props himself up on one elbow, the sheet slipping dangerously low on his hips.

"Hey now, what's all this about?" His deep voice is soft, almost concerned, but there's an undercurrent of tension. 

"Talk to me, sweetheart." He reaches out, fingers brushing along your arm, touch feather-light. It's a gesture meant to soothe, but you sense the calculation behind it. Aaron is always aware, always assessing.

"I thought we had something good going here. No strings, no bullshit." A slow smirk curves his full lips. "Or am I mistaken?"

You sigh. "I need to focus on finding someone to build an actual future with Aaron. We’ve been doing this for over a year. I obviously love fucking you, but watching you constantly flirt with other women at every event, seeing them leave your apartment at 3:00 am on TMZ, it gets old after a while."

Aaron's hand stills on your arm, his expression shifting - surprise, then a flash of something harder to read. He sits up fully, running a hand over his face. "Shit..." He sighs, the sound heavy in the quiet room. "I didn't realize it was bothering you that much. I've always been straight up about... my preferences."

His gaze finds yours, intense and searching. "But I get it. You're looking for more than just a good time these days." There's a note of understanding in his tone, but also regret.

He reaches for you, cupping your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin. "I care about you, you know. More than just as a friend with benefits or whatever we are. But I'm not sure I'm built for that whole 'forever' thing yet."

"I understand Aaron, I really do." I sit up too, pulling the sheet around myself like armor. My heart aches but I force myself to hold his gaze steadily. This is important. I need him to truly hear me.

"I want to respect your boundaries and your current lifestyle. But I also need to respect my own needs and desires. And right now, those are leading me in a different direction. I hope we can still be friends though."

Aaron's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he listens to your words. When you finish speaking, he's silent for a long moment, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, slowly, he shakes his head.

"You say you need to find someone to build a future with, but baby, look at what we have." His other hand slides from your cheek to tangle in your hair, tilting your face up towards his. "The chemistry between us is off the charts. I make you feel things no one else ever could."

“How would I know if I don’t even try?” you say, voice steady. “I haven’t been with anyone else since we started whatever this is.”

Aaron's eyes flash with anger and hurt at your flippant words. His grip on your hip tightens, fingers digging into soft flesh. "Don't fucking joke about that," he snarls, voice rough with emotion. “You're not like me. You're better than that shallow shit."

He looms over you, naked and powerful, muscles coiled with tension. But there's a vulnerability in his gaze, a crack in his usual confident facade. "Is that what you really want? To be just another notch in someone's bedpost? Because I can tell you from experience, it's a lonely fucking road."

His thumb brushes over your lower lip, touch almost tender despite the intensity smoldering in his eyes. "We can’t end things like this. Let me show you how good we can be together, outside the bedroom too."

You pull back slightly, meeting his intense gaze steadily, your own eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Aaron, please... don't make this harder than it already is.” Your voice wavers slightly but you push on. "I appreciate everything you're saying, I do. But I can't keep settling for less than what I truly want and need."

I place my hand over his on my hip, squeezing gently. "We have an incredible physical connection, yes. But I need more. I need a partner, someone to build a life with. Someone who chooses me completely and exclusively."

A single tear escapes, trailing down your cheek as you continue. "As much as it hurts, I have to accept that person isn't you. We’ve been doing this for over a year now, and that would definitely be enough time to know if I’m worth that commitment. In your eyes, I’m obviously not considering you’re still fucking other women every week."

Aaron's eyes blaze with a storm of emotions - fear, anger, desperation, and beneath it all, a flicker of something deeper, more vulnerable. As the tear traces down your cheek, his expression crumples.

"Fuck, baby, don't cry," he rasps, voice thick with feeling. His hands move to cup your face, thumbs brushing away the moisture. "You are worth it. You're worth everything." He takes a shuddering breath, clearly struggling with his next words. 

"I know I haven't shown it well, but fuck, you mean more to me than anyone else. Than all the other women combined." Aaron's forehead comes to rest against yours. "I'm scared, okay? Scared of fucking this up, of losing you completely."

You sigh, "I think that if you were really scared of losing me we would’ve progressed into something more by now. Surely you didn't think I was just gonna be your fuck buddy forever, right?"

Aaron pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that steals your breath. "You're right. I should have done something sooner." He swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing. 

"But I'm done being afraid. Done letting my own bullshit fears push away the person who matters most. Losing you is a lot scarier." One hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb stroking softly as he continues.

"Baby, I... I love you. Have for a while now. And I know I don't deserve you, but I'm asking anyway - give me a chance to be the man you need."

You stare at him in shock, hardly daring to breathe. Those three little words hang in the air between us, heavy with promise and possibility.

"You... you love me?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, trembling with a fragile hope. "Really?"

Tears well up again, but this time they're tinged with joy rather than sorrow.

 "I love you too, Aaron. So much it scares me sometimes. But I know you too well. You love women. You love attention. You hate commitment. I feel like you’re only saying this as a last resort because you think it’s what I want to hear.”

You start removing the sheets from your body, moving to get up from the bed. Aaron's eyes widen in panic as you start to rise, his grip on your shoulders tightening. 

"No, wait! Don't go, please." Desperation colors his deep voice. He shifts, using his body weight to gently but firmly press you back onto the mattress. His gaze bores into yours, blue-grey eyes blazing with sincerity and barely restrained emotion. 

"I'm saying this because it's true, because I can't bear the thought of you walking out that door and out of my life." One hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he holds you close. 

"I know I have a reputation, and I can't change my past. But I want to change my future. With you."

Aaron's heart clenches painfully as he sees the tears streaming down your face, hears the hitch in your breath as you try to pull away. He knows he's caused this pain, this doubt, and the realization guts him.

"Shh, baby, please don't cry," he murmurs, voice raw with emotion. Gently but insistently, he keeps you in place, one strong arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand cups your face, thumbs wiping away the tears.

"I know I have to prove myself to you. And I will, every fucking day if that's what it takes." His eyes search yours, pleading and determined. 

"Give me a chance to show you how serious I am. Stay with me tonight, talk to me in the morning. I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust, your heart."

"It's just too late Aaron,” you reply through your tears. “It kills me, but I have to go."

Aaron's expression darkens, a flash of possessiveness and desperation in his eyes as he tightens his arms around you, holding you in place on the bed. 

"No, you don't have to go anywhere," he says, his voice low and insistent. “Not like this, not when we're finally being honest with each other. He shifts, hovering over you, using his larger frame to pin you gently but firmly to the mattress. One hand slides up to cradle the back of your neck.

"I know I've fucked up, that I've made mistakes. But I'm trying to make this right, baby. Can't you see that?" His eyes bore into yours, blue-grey irises swirling with emotion. "Don’t leave me, please."

Inside, your heart pounds—he’s finally refusing to let you go. But you keep up the act, teasing the edge of goodbye, waiting to see if he’ll chase you, if he’ll prove just how much he cares.

"Sweetheart, stop fighting this," he growls, the words rumbling through his chest and into yours. 

"I'm not letting you leave until you understand how much you mean to me." One large hand splays across your lower back, holding you flush against him while the other tangles in your hair, tugging your head back slightly to expose the column of your throat. Aaron dips his head, lips brushing the sensitive skin there as he speaks.

"I'll do whatever it takes to keep you here, to show you that you're the only woman I want, the only one I need." His lips graze your pulse point. "Tell me you'll stay."

You whimper softly, your body betraying you as it melts into his touch despite my resolve to leave. The heat of his skin, the strength of his embrace, the desperate need in his voice - it's all so overwhelmingly tempting.

"A-Aaron... you breathe, voice shaky. I want to believe you, I do. But I'm scared. Scared that this is just an empty promise, that you'll go back to your old ways as soon as I give in." Even as you speak, your hands come up to rest on his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat. Tears still leak from the corners of your eyes but t

"How do I know this is real? That you're not just saying these things to get me to stay the night?"

Aaron's eyes flash with determination and raw, unfiltered emotion. He leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours as he speaks, voice low and fervent.

"It's real, baby. Every word, every feeling. I may not have said it before, but I've loved you for so long." His hand in your hair gentles, fingers combing through the strands almost reverently. 

"I know I have a lot to prove, that actions will always speak louder than words. But I'm ready to put in the work, to be the man you deserve." He pulls back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze head-on.

Your voice shakes, a mix of anger and something more painful. “How can you say you love me while you’ve been out fucking other women constantly? I haven’t even been able to think about anyone else since I’ve met you. I know we're not in a committee relationship and you have every right to sleep with whoever you want. I do appreciate you always being honest about it, but that definitely doesn't feel like love to me. ”

Aaron's expression contorts with guilt and frustration at your accusation. He shakes his head vehemently, dark hair falling into his eyes. 

"No, baby, it's not like that at all." His grip on you loosens slightly, but he doesn't release you entirely, as if afraid you'll slip away. 

"Those other women, they meant nothing. They were a distraction, a way to avoid facing my feelings for you.” He takes a shuddering breath, eyes pleading. “Please give me a chance to make this right. "

You wipe tears from your face. "Let me go, Aaron."

Finally, with a heavy sigh, he slowly releases his grip on you. His hands fall away from your body as he sits back on his heels, giving you space even as his eyes remain fixed on your face, drinking in every detail as if committing it to memory.

"If that's truly what you want, then... I won't stop you," he says quietly, voice rough with emotion. "But please know that I meant every word I said. I love you, and I'm going to spend every day proving it to you, whether you're here with me or not."

You tell yourself you have to leave. That if you don’t walk away now, he’ll never take you seriously, never realize what he stands to lose. You want him to fight for you, to prove that this is more than just convenience, more than just a game he always wins.

As you move to leave, Aaron leaps up from the bed, his tall, muscular form blocking your path to the door.

"Baby, wait!" he calls out, voice cracking with urgency. In two quick strides, he's in front of you, one hand coming up to grasp your wrist gently but imploringly. 

His grip on your wrist tightens fractionally as he pulls you a step closer, using his free hand to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away the remnants of your tears.

Aaron captures your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up passion and desperation into the heated caress. His tongue delves into your mouth, claiming you, tasting you, as his strong arms wrap around your waist to lift you effortlessly as you wrap your legs around his waist instinctually. In a few swift strides, he carries you back to the bed, laying you down on the rumpled sheets.

He looms over you, eyes dark with lust and determination. "I'm gonna remind you exactly why you belong with me." His hands make quick work of your clothes, tossing them aside carelessly as he exposes your skin to his hungry gaze. Calloused fingertips trace the curves of your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Aaron settles between your thighs, pushing them apart to grant himself unrestricted access to your most intimate area. He inhales deeply, savoring your intoxicating scent before diving in, his skilled tongue delving between your folds to lap at your essence.

"Mmm, you taste divine," he rumbles against your flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. He focuses his attention on your sensitive clit, circling and flicking the bundle of nerves with practiced precision.

As your moans fill the room, he reaches for the vibrator you kept in his nightstand, turning it on to a low hum. "Let's see how many times I can make you come undone," he purrs wickedly, dragging the toy along your slit teasingly before pressing it firmly against your aching clit.

Aaron works you relentlessly with his mouth and the vibrator, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. Just as you teeter on the cusp of climax, he pulls back, denying you that final push.

"Not yet, baby," he murmurs, voice husky with desire. "You don't get to come until you say you’re mine. Until you promise to give us a real chance."

He kisses his way up your body, pausing to lavish attention on your breasts, suckling and teasing your nipples until you're writhing beneath him. His hard length throbs against your thigh, a testament to his own arousal, but he ignores it in favor of focusing solely on your pleasure... and your compliance.

"I can do this all night, sweetheart," he warns playfully, nipping at your earlobe.

You’re trembling, your body wound tighter than a bowstring, desperate for release. I look up at Aaron, his handsome face blurry through the haze of lust.

"P-please, Aaron," I whimper brokenly, hips bucking futilely against the cool air. "I can't... I need... Fuck!"

He grins wickedly, clearly reveling in the power he holds over you. "What was that, baby? I didn't quite catch what you said." He circles your clit with the vibrator, applying just enough pressure to keep you teetering on the knife's edge of orgasm.

Aaron drinks in the sight of you, sprawled out beneath him, trembling and desperate, your tear-streaked face a beautiful portrait of need. He feels a surge of masculine pride, mixed with genuine tenderness, at the effect he has on you.

"That's it, sweetheart," he croons, voice a low, seductive rumble. "Just say the words. Tell me you'll stay, that you're mine, and I'll give you everything you crave."

He increases the pressure of the vibrator, holding it steady against your throbbing clit as his free hand slides down to tease your entrance. His eyes bore into yours, dark with lust and challenge. "I can feel how badly you need this, how much you need me. Don't fight it anymore, baby. I’m tired of arguing with you.”

Aaron’s frustration mounts as you continue to resist despite your obvious desperation.

"You're so stubborn, baby girl," he growls, equal parts exasperated and aroused. "But I'm more determined than you are. I'll keep you right on this edge until you surrender to me completely."

To emphasize his point, he suddenly plunges two fingers knuckle-deep into your soaked channel, curling them just right to stroke that special spot inside you.

At the same time, he sucks hard on your clit, the dual stimulation threatening to overwhelm you. "Last chance, sweetheart," he pants against your flesh, eyes glinting with challenge and dark promise.

"Or what?" you challenge. Your body is on fire, but you’re not giving him what he wants so quickly.

Aaron's eyes flash dangerously at your defiant question, a predatory grin spreading across his face. He withdraws his fingers from your aching core, ignoring your whimper of protest, and flips you onto your stomach with ease.

"Oh, baby girl," he purrs darkly, draping his larger frame over your back, caging you in with his arms. "If you keep testing me like this, I might just have to punish that sweet little ass of yours."

One large hand slides down to grope your rear roughly, kneading the supple flesh. The other tangles in your hair, tugging your head back to expose the column of your throat. He nips and sucks at the sensitive skin, determined to mark you as his.

You gasp and moan as he manhandles you, your body responding eagerly to his dominant touch despite your lingering resistance. The threat of punishment sends a forbidden thrill racing down your spine, even as a part of me rebels against being so thoroughly conquered.

"P-punish me?" You manage to stammer out between shaky breaths, trying to inject bravado into your voice that you don't quite feel. 

"And what exactly did you have in mind, big boy?" You arch your back slightly, pressing your ass more firmly into his groping hand, torn between the desire to submit and the need to maintain some semblance of control. Your inner walls flutter weakly, still aching for the fulfillment only he can provide.

"Mmm, such a naughty girl, taunting me like this," he murmurs approvingly. "I think I'll start by turning this pretty pink ass a nice, deep red. Maybe that will get your attention..."

To punctuate his words, he delivers a firm spank to your right cheek, the sting quickly melting into warmth. His palm rubs the abused skin soothingly before repeating the action on the left side. All the while, he rocks his clothed erection against the cleft of your ass, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal. "And if that doesn't convince you to behave..."

Aaron leans in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers, "Then I might have to tie you up, spread you wide open, and tease this needy little body of yours for hours. Keep you right on the razor's edge, begging so sweetly for release, until you're ready to agree to anything just to cum."

His hand snakes around to your front, fingers dipping teasingly through your slick folds. "Would you like that, baby girl? Being completely at my mercy, helpless to do anything but feel?"

You shudder and moan, your body following your true desires even as your mind struggles to hold onto its reservations. The spanks send jolts of painful pleasure radiating through you, stoking the flames of your arousal.

"Ahh...f-fuck, Aaron..." you pant, your voice thick with need. "You can't...can't just...ah!" Another spank cuts off your weak protests, the sensation making your toes curl. The image he paints - of being tied up, spread out, and teased mercilessly - sends a bolt of liquid heat straight to your core. "Yes I want that." you admit.

Aaron smiles triumphantly as he hears the breathy admission fall from your lips, your body's reactions telling him everything he needs to know.

"That's my good girl," he praises huskily, rubbing your ass. "Admitting what you really want. And we both know what that is, don't we, sweetheart?"

True to his word, Aaron secures your wrists above your head with soft ropes, the silky material a delicious contrast to your sensitized skin. He takes a moment to admire the view - you, splayed out and vulnerable, flushed with arousal and anticipation. His eyes rake over your body hungrily, drinking in every dip and curve.

Aaron starts with feather-light touches, tracing the delicate folds of your labia with the tip of his tongue. He laves at your slit, savoring your unique flavor, before zeroing in on your aching clit. A single, purposeful flick of his tongue against the sensitive bud has you keening, your back arching off the bed.

"Mmm, so sensitive," he murmurs appreciatively, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. "I could make you cum just like this, couldn't I? With barely any effort at all."

To prove his point, he seals his lips around your clit and suckles gently, alternating with quick, pointed flicks of his tongue. Two fingers plunge deep into your weeping channel, curling to stroke that special spot inside you.

Aaron works you over with single-minded focus, determined to push you to the brink of ecstasy again and again. He varies his technique, switching between broad licks and targeted flicks, alternating suction and pressure on your clit. His fingers pump steadily, twisting and curling, finding new angles to stimulate your innermost depths.

Your thighs tremble and quake around his head as he feasts on you, the obscene sounds of your arousal filling the room. He can feel you tightening around his invading digits, your body coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Just as you teeter on the very edge, he pulls back, denying you that final push. "Not yet, baby, he admonishes playfully, blowing cool air over your drenched folds. You haven't agreed yet."

You writhe and moan, tears of frustration leaking from the corners of your eyes as Aaron edges you relentlessly once again. Your body is wound so tightly, every nerve ending screaming for release, but he denies you again and again, keeping you balanced precariously on the knife's edge of climax.

"Please, Aaron!" you beg, voice raw with need. "I can't.... Ahhh!" Your words dissolve into incoherent cries as he suckles particularly hard on your clit, the pleasure bordering on pain. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" You tug desperately at her bonds, craving something, anything to ground yourself. But there's no escape from the exquisite torture he's inflicting.

Aaron notices your continued resistance, even as your body screams for release. A wicked gleam enters his eye as an idea takes shape. He reaches into the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a sleek black anal plug and a small, soft-bristled brush.

"Let's see how long this stubborn streak of yours lasts, baby girl," he purrs, voice dripping with dark promise. Without warning, he presses the tapered tip of the small plug against your tightly furled rosebud, applying gentle but insistent pressure.

The cool metal contrasts deliciously with the scorching heat of your skin as he slowly works the toy deeper, pausing to let you adjust. Once seated fully, he gives a subtle wiggle, sending sparks of new sensation radiating through your core.

You gasp as the foreign object invades your ass, the stretch and fullness sending shockwaves of sensation through her body. You feel impossibly empty and aching, yet stuffed so deliciously full at the same time. The anal plug shifts with every movement, keeping you hyperaware and on edge.

"Aaahh! Aaron!" you cry out, back arching off the bed as he wiggles the toy teasingly. Tears of overwhelming stimulation prick at the corners of her eyes. "It's too much, I can't-" But your protests are cut short as he dives back between your thighs, that wicked tongue of his lashing at your swollen, throbbing clit again.

He laps at your clit with broad, flat strokes of his tongue, reveling in how sensitive and responsive you've become. The addition of the anal plug seems to heighten every touch exponentially.

He picks up the small, soft-bristled brush, the fluffy head barely an inch wide. Teasingly, he runs the delicate bristles along your slit, catching on your engorged clit with each pass. The light, tickling sensation is maddening, keeping you poised on the knife's edge of orgasm without allowing you to topple over.

You're practically sobbing with need now. Every brush of the soft bristles against your aching clit sends lightning bolts of pleasure zinging up your spine. Combined with the constant pressure and stretch of the anal plug, you feel like you might shatter into a million pieces at any moment.

"P-please, Aaron," you whimper brokenly, voice hoarse from crying out. "I can't... I need... Fuck, I need to cum so badly!" Tears stream freely down your face now, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations consuming her.

Aaron pauses his torment, lifting his head to take in the sight of you - tear-streaked face contorted in agonized bliss, chest heaving with ragged breaths, muscles pulled taut as a bowstring. He drinks in your desperation like fine wine, relishing the power he holds over you.

"Shhh, I know, sweetheart," he croons, voice low and soothing despite the wicked glint in his eyes. "I can see how much you need it. How close you are. But you know what you have to do to earn that release."

He leans in, hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "Tell me you're mine, baby. Give yourself to me completely, and I'll let you cum harder than you ever have before. Keep fighting it, and I'll leave you like this, aching and unfulfilled."

Aaron watches your anguished pleas with a mixture of dark satisfaction and growing impatience, shocked that you haven’t used your safe word yet. He can see the war raging within you - the desperate need for completion battling against your stubborn refusal to surrender completely. It's a delicious sight, but he's tired of these games.

"Enough," he says sharply, voice brooking no argument. In one swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, the sudden change in position making the plug shift inside you deliciously. He drapes himself over your back, one large hand splaying across your shoulder blades to pin you down. His other hand snakes around to your front, fingers delving between your legs to circle your clit with ruthless precision.

"Listen closely, baby," he growls in your ear, hips grinding against your ass. "This is your last chance."

Your body suddenly seizes with the force of a life changing orgasm, Aaron curses under his breath, equal parts frustrated and impressed by your lack of control. He doesn't let up his ministrations, fingers continuing their merciless assault on your clit as you thrash beneath him, lost to the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

"Didn't I tell you not to cum without permission?" he growls, voice thick with disapproval even as he grinds against your spasming body, prolonging your peak.

"Such a naughty girl, disobeying me like that." Despite his stern words, there's a note of dark satisfaction in his tone. Your loss of control is a testament to how thoroughly he's unraveled you, brought you to the brink of madness with desire.

Your body trembles and jerks as the aftershocks of her climax roll through you, leaving you boneless and spent. You've never felt so utterly owned, so completely at someone else's mercy.

"I'm sorry," you whimper. "I couldn't help it." Even in the aftermath of your orgasm, your body aches for more, craving his touch like a drug. The anal plug shifts inside you with every shuddering breath, keeping you acutely aware of your own arousal. You've never felt so desperate, so willing to submit to another person's every whim.

Aaron's expression softens slightly at the genuine remorse in your voice, though the hunger in his eyes remains undiminished. He gentles his touch, fingers slowing their frenzied pace to languid circles around your still-throbbing clit. His other hand slides up to cup your cheek and tilt your face towards his.

"Shh, it's alright, baby," he murmurs, voice a low, soothing rumble. "I know it was too much to resist. You did so well holding on for as long as you did." He captures your lips in a deep, claiming kiss, swallowing your whimpers and moans. He flips you on your back again, his gaze is intense, boring into yours with smoldering intent.

Aaron's eyes flash with sadistic glee as he reaches for the vibrator, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He knows exactly how to push you to your limits, to make you scream and beg and plead for mercy. And he intends to do just that.

"Since you seem to enjoy cumming without permission so much," he purrs, turning the toy to its highest setting, "I think it's time for round two of your punishment."

Without further preamble, he presses the buzzing head directly against your throbbing clit, holding it steady despite your bucking hips. The intense vibrations send shockwaves of pleasure-pain ricocheting through your oversensitized body, forcing a strangled moan from your throat.

Aaron watches with dark satisfaction as you writhe and convulse beneath the relentless assault of the vibrator, your body no longer your own. He can feel the tension building in your core, the way your walls flutter and clench around nothing, desperate for something to fill them.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes, voice a low, seductive rumble. "Cum for me again. Show me how much you love being punished, how much you need my touch."

“I can’t, Aaron!” your scream. Aaron ignores your anguished pleas, keeping the vibrator pressed firmly against your abused clit. He revels in the sight of you, so beautifully broken, tears and sweat mingling on your flushed skin as you fall apart in his arms once again.

Even after another orgasm, he doesn’t relent, keeping the vibratior on your swollen clit no matter how hard you buck your hips to avoid it.

"Shh, just breathe through it, baby," he croons, voice deceptively gentle even as he continues the torturous stimulation. "You're doing so well, taking your punishment like a good girl."

His free hand strokes down your trembling thigh, almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the brutal pleasure he's inflicting. Suddenly, he stops the vibrator.

"Ready for more, sweetheart?" he purrs dangerously, eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

“No, I can’t take anymore, please.” you reply, your voice raspy from screaming.

Aaron hilts himself inside you with one powerful thrust, groaning at the exquisite tightness enveloping him. He sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against yours as he pounds into your sensitive flesh. Each drag of his cock against your inner walls sends sparks of pleasure-pain shooting up your spine.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" he growls, leaning down to nip at your earlobe." To have Daddy's big, fat cock all to yourself? To be the only one I fuck, the only one I give attention to?"

One hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose the column of your throat. He latches onto the delicate skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, to brand you as his. The other hand grips your hip bruisingly tight, holding you in place as he rails into you.

You whimper and moan, overwhelmed by the intense sensations "Y-yes, yes, I want you all to myself!" your nails dig into his back, clinging to him desperately as he claims you thoroughly, chasing his own release.

"Okay baby," he whispers, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts. "I'm not gonna fuck anyone else again. Only you, okay?" He grinds against your cervix with each snap of his hips, determined to stake his claim on your very soul. His teeth graze the shell of your ear as he pants harshly.

"I’m serious Aaron... I can't take anymore!" Your hands fist in the sheets, knuckles white with the force of her grip. The anal plug shifts with each movement, adding to the cacophony of sensations assaulting your nerves.

"That's it, baby," he encourages darkly as he pounds into you relentlessly. "Let me hear those pretty sounds. Cry for me, beg for me. Show me how much you need me."

"Please," you rasp, voice little more than a broken whisper. "Please, Aaron. I... I won't leave you. I'm yours, okay?" The words fall from your lips like a prayer, a desperate supplication.

In that moment, you know you'd agree to anything, give him anything, if only he'd put an end to this sweet torture. Your pride, your stubbornness, all the walls you've built around her heart - they crumble to dust in the face of her all-consuming desire.

Aaron slows his thrusts, grinding deep inside you as he gazes down at your face intently. His eyes bore into yours, dark with possession and barely restrained lust.

"If you want to come one last time," he says, voice a low, dangerous purr, "tell me you love me. Tell me you'll never even think about leaving me again." He rolls his hips deliberately, stirring up your insides. "Tell me."

Shaking, you finally say, "I-I love you, Aaron. God, I love you so much. I'll never leave you, never threaten to go. Please, please let me come!"

"Those are the magic words, baby," he growls in satisfaction, eyes flashing with triumph and dark desire. "Come for me then. Now." With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, grinding against your cervix as his fingers attack your clit.

He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your screams of ecstasy as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. He follows you over the edge moments later, flooding your spasming pussy with his hot seed, marking you as his inside and out.

Collapsing against the sheets, utterly spent and satisfied, "Wow, I think that was your best work yet. I need time to recover." you say, panting between words.

He chuckles lowly, nuzzling into your neck as he pulls you close, still buried deep inside you. "Mmm, I aim to please, sweetheart.”

He presses soft kisses along your jaw, your cheek, finally capturing your lips in a tender, loving kiss unlike any before. He unties your hands gently.

When he pulls back, his eyes are warm with genuine affection. "I meant what I said, you know. About not seeing other women anymore. I can't believe you thought I was just gonna let you walk away."

Aaron’s forehead rests against yours, his breath unsteady, his grip unrelenting—like if he lets go, you’ll disappear. His hands tremble slightly where they hold you, his fingers pressing into your skin as if to memorize the shape of you.

He leans in, his voice a hushed whisper against your lips. “Go to sleep, baby.”

And just like that, the fight is over.

Because you were never going anywhere.

[centaurianthropology]

'EXU: Divergence' is the Series I Didn't Know I Needed Right Now

I’ve now watched ‘Exandria Unlimited: Divergence’ fully through twice, plus the cooldown multiple times, and from the beginning to the end of the first episode it hit me like a sledgehammer. It's probably the most brutal EXU to date, and it is also somehow the most uplifting.

It's such a departure from the other Calamity-era EXU series in the best possible way, and I wish we could have an entire longform campaign with this cast in this time and place.

Spoilers for episode 1 of EXU: Divergence below the cut.

‘Calamity’ was a tragedy in the most classic sense: powerful people at the height of their strength who damn the world in their hubris. ‘Downfall’ was also a tragedy in a different way, a family of gods coming together briefly to save themselves, but at what cost?

But ‘Divergence’ is a story about ordinary people. As the gods play their family games, and the powerful vie for even more power than they could ever use, and hoard wealth and resources beyond what they would ever need, these are just five people trying to get enough food and water and rest. Trying to survive in a world that acts first as an oppressive prison and then in indifferent chaos as the gods fight above them.

They're not even Level 1 adventurers. These are level 0 nobodies. NPC stat blocks. They don’t have classes; they have jobs. And in each of these people, we see the true heart of what good people can do in desperate and damning times.

I want to talk about all these characters, because I love them so much. I love the story they and their rolls are telling.

Nia isn’t a cleric with magical healing; she’s a nurse with some herbs and bandages and a little knowledge. Hell, in a world where misery is endlessly and pointlessly perpetuated by the games of the powerful, she’s not even a healer. She’s a repairer of bodies. She keeps feeding them back as grist in the mill, because what else can she do?

She can hope. She can believe that change is coming. But more than believing in it, she can act toward it. She can enact tiny acts of rebellion and kindness. Because maybe she is just repairing bodies, but she will desperately overreach and overplay her hand to try to buy them a little more time, a little more comfort, a little more light in the darkness.

She's young and naive, but her hope is still chosen at every terrible moment. Even when she falls into exhaustion, having prayed over her sister's locket and received nothing in return, Nia still chooses to act. She chooses to get up and, if water isn't coming to her, to go looking for it instead. She is doing better than the others, even if she's not doing well. And so she goes. She looks. She sees a friend die, wishing with his dying breath to see the rain.

And it rains. Not, to her mind, because a god walks across the world before her. Even if she sees the god, she's not looking there. She knows that Starmian made the rain. She sees the acts of people good and bad. She sees the power in hope.

Garen isn’t a fighter or a druid; he’s a stonemason with one arm and a hammer. And he’s a man who has spent so long under the boot of oppression, so long being ground down into nothing that he’s learned never to hope except when exhaustion takes him so fully that he forgets not to hope. That's when he can still see the faces of his family, instead of the prison he's lived in for so long he built most of it.

He is a character we meet in complete despair, but he's also the first to move past it. As soon as the opportunity for action arises, as soon as there are people in need, Garen takes his old and tired body and makes it work for people he’s never met, simply because an injustice is being done to them. Because he’s been waiting for longer than he can remember to stand back up after being beaten down. When he brings his hammer down on a guard’s head, when he breaks through a wall to save a bunch of dragonborn he’s never met, when he insists that they will not leave children to die. This is a man remembering what it is to stand up.

He wants to save everyone, well beyond what he's currently capable of, because once hope is rekindled he clings to it. He believes firmly that if people who can help others don’t do so, then what is the point?

Fiedra isn’t a rogue; she’s a gang leader with the ability to talk her way out of trouble. She also isn’t nearly the altruist that Garen and Nia are. She acts out of self-interest because that was how she’s survived as long as she has. She has a roach tattooed on her arm. She is a survivor, someone who can worm her way into a position of slight privilege even in the worst prison imaginable. And when she’s starting to feel the effects of exhaustion from their march north, she sneaks a meal from their dwindling food stocks that no one else gets. Because that is what a survivor does, even if it hurts others.

But she's also not so simple. She only eats the cheese after she checks to make sure her friend isn’t becoming exhausted as well. Because as much as she knows how dangerous it is, Fiedra cares. She shows it again and again in her interactions with Crokas, how she drops everything including her position of privilege and relative comfort in the prison to try to break him free.

Crokas is her family; her gang was her community, and she cared for them fiercely. And now all she has is Crokas (because the dice tell an amazing story, and those terrible rolls were incredible for her character development). So she looks after him. She jumps to his defense when it’s revealed that his breath weapon doesn’t work. She talks him up, tells everyone how great he is, explains things to him when he doesn't understand.

She’s not to the point where she’s capable of expanding that compassion out beyond the two of them (“The best I can do, kid” was a hell of a line). But she’s making steps in that direction. She survived a hellish march with these people. When she and Crokas found Starmian’s body she was the one who immediately asked where Nia and Erro were. Sometimes, when the shit hits the fan, all you can do is care for yourself and those you love. Learning to care for more than that tiny sphere is part of part of reclaiming the best of one’s personhood in the worst of times, and part of finally building a future instead of just surviving now.

Crokas isn’t a barbarian; he’s a massive bodyguard in way over his head. He has no idea what’s going on most of the time. He has an intelligence stat of 6, and he’s stuck in a world that keeps upending itself on him. Maybe he understood how life worked in a city with his gang and with Fiedra guiding him. Even in Rybad Kol, the worst prison imaginable, a man as massive and imposing as Crokas probably did all right, especially with Fiedra talking the Roaches’ way into running the Slop.

And then every dragonborn in the prison was taken to be carted off to die for a goddess he’d never heard of, purely because they were dragonborn. He can barely even understand that he’s part of a singled-out minority group, and certainly can't grasp the machinations of gods.

But he can see that, in the cart with him, there are children. And when they escape he might not understand how this happened. But he understands that this long march toward some hope for a future is currently killing them. They don't have food or water. Their feet are damaged for the rest of their lives by this endless walk north. It is SO BAD.

But he notices when those children start to become exhausted, so he walks like a monitor lizard with them riding on his back.

Because that's what strength is for.

Not to rule. Not to hurt. To lift up those who can’t stand, and carry them. Crokas may not understand what’s going on, but he understands what needs to be done, and what he can do. And the fact that he starts carrying those children, taking penalties against his constitution saving throws at the end of every bad day on the road, right after Fiedra ate that cheese in secret? The look on her face says it all.

Erro is not a ranger or a druid; he's a mapmaker who has survived for far too many years seeing far too many horrors. He is clearly almost as old as Garen, and is far more stubbornly jaded. Their lives have both been destroyed, but all of Erro’s travels, everything he’s done has ground him down to basic survival. He is practical, but still not cruel. Liam said in the cooldown that he’s been on a teeter-totter between simply surviving to live another day, and the thought he could even hope for a better world.

He’s not there yet. He’s more like Fiedra in his fatalism, even if he's not as openly cynical. And yet he still follows Nia when she goes out with Starmian to find water. He still looks after her, just like Fiedra looks after Crokas. And like Fiedra, he sees in Nia the hope he tries to smother in himself. Starmian dies, as Erro knew he would, because he’s seen dozens of Starmians.

But then the rains come. The gods give and take and take and take and give and take. The world is a cruel place, but he still watches a younger, more hopeful person fall to her knees with the rain in her hands as she cries in thanks.

I am immediately and completely enamored with these ordinary people living through extraordinary times. I can’t wait to see what becomes of them, how the world shapes them and breaks them and how they might lift one another and a community up out of the rubble.

I didn’t know how much I needed this right now. Because it’s SO BAD, but the very first word in the very first episode is hope. And more than hope, these people are embodying acting in tiny ways to build a better future. I know that myself and a lot of people have been watching the enshittification of the world around us and feel like ants under the feet of uncaring, cruel tyrants and gods. Like their games always lead to suffering, and they either don’t care or actively enjoy that part of it. And it's so easy to give in to despair, to become convinced that there is absolutely nothing that can be done.

But we are all level 0 ordinary people too. And we can still hope. We can still take acts of defiance and kindness, great and small. We can stand up again when we’re knocked down, even when it hurts. We can help those we love to live day to day, even while we can take what steps we can to build and lift up a larger community. We can live through hell, because even in that hell there will be moments of exquisite beauty and joy.

Because maybe all of us can find the rain.

[kyunniebuns]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 062 - E-Rank! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: First Date ◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Just say my name || Speedin' to you baby switching lanes ] ¡! ❞

"Jinah, do I look alright?" Jinwoo sighs, seemingly a bit stressed as he tries to fix his unkept hair.

"Nah, you look as stupid as ever" She teases, laughing at her brother who retaliates by pinching her cheek. "Ow, ow!"

She wriggles out of her brother's hold, lightly smacking a throw pillow on his arm, "Ugh, you're just going on a date and you're this nervous? Man, you're hopeless"

"I'm not buying you chicken wing anymore with how insolent you are to you big brother" Jinwoo teases, ruffling up her hair just to piss his little sister off even more.

"Hey, don't be like that" She grits her teeth, pouting at her brother who only smiles innocently as if he does no wrong. "Just don't piss yourself trying to get a girlfriend."

"... And I better not be coming home with mess all over the house" He simply deflects her insult, not entirely sure if even he can keep calm during his first date (but surely he wouldn't get that bad, right) "Do you laundry at the exact hour, I want this place spotless by the time I come back or I'm forcefeeding you salad for the next three weeks."

"What a jerk, taking out his anger on me when he screws up his date"

Her jokes were met with deaf ears as Jinwoo put on his shoes and went out the door.

It took him a total of 7 attempts on asking you out for a date. He was supposed to do the 7th one before his double dungeon raid that actually killed him but backed away last minute because he was too nervous to actually form words.

He doesn't know how he did it this time, but he did and got to ask you out on a date on some stroke of luck that he didn't fumble (well he did a few times) to say it aloud. Actually, he nearly yelled too.

But nobody will talk about it, surely you will forget about his stutters.

Anyway, he fixed his hair again by looking at his reflection on his phone screen before shoving it into his pocket. He waited for a few minutes near the station until he hears the familiar taps of your footsteps coming his way.

As weird as it is, Jinwoo started recognizing footstep patterns ever since he got the system. Though he's only arounf level... 50? He had a ton of upgrades, it's no surprise his senses will pick up on the oddest things.

"Sorry, am I late?" Your soft voice breaks through as he was a bit lost in his train of thoughts.

"Ah, huh? No... No, I just arrived" He pushes himself off of the wall he was resting on, trying his best not to show how flustered he is at the moment. "How about we get lunch first?"

"Sure!" You beam, accepting the hand he was awkwardly holding out.

꒰ .... ꒱

Jinwoo swore to himself he wouldn't be too nervous today, but he ended up biting his own tail with how antsy he was all day. He never went out on a date before, but he wanted today to be the best day for you to some extent.

It's his first date, who would want to screw it up? He could only really wish for the best. But with your adorable expression right now, he could atleas tbe a bit relieved right?

"How cute" You say, looking down on the claw machine holding a bunch of plushies. "They're huge too."

"Well, they look like they are half your size" He said as he looks down on the machine. "It even looks like you"

"Hahah" You softly shove his arm before pointing at a black kitty plush inside. "That one looks like you, now I kinda want it"

"Pfft...." He shakes his head, knowing you're making fun of him since the cat had a rather sleepy look to it's face. "Alright, stay here"

You waited for a little while and he returns with a single token in hand.

"I used to play this game a lot for my little sister when we were kids, I think I can win you that one." Jinwoo says, pretending he absolutely wont use dominator's touch to save time and let you enjoy the plushie sooner than later.

Of course, he keeps a close eye on you as you waited in baited breath as he catches(cheats) to get you the plushie. Well he won. Of course he does. Dominator's touch is surprisingly so handy even outside of combat. (As if he doesnt also use it when he feels too lazy to reach for the the tv remote)

Jinwoo merely hands you the plushie, smiling as if he didn't use dirty tricks.

You wont know anyway, with how cute and bubbly you are right now— You totally don't even realize, so it's fine really. He'll just keep it a secret as he fondly watches you gush over the cute plushie you consider as a mini him.

"I'll name him Jinwoo" You beam proudly, skipping in your steps as Jinwoo himself merely chuckles and shakes his head.

"So I'm a dad now?" He asks as you nod your head. "Hahah."

"Well, it looks like you so?" You only smile, making his heart flutter even ore at the sight of your happy and pretty face nuzzling against the little thing.

"Then Jinwoo jr will be in charge of making sure mom doesn't get any nightmares and keep her pretty little head full of blissful dreams" He gently pokes its tiny nose, deciding to play along with your game. "And you, should be going home now"

"Already?" You pouts as he gently guides you back to the train station. "But I'm having way too much fun"

"I know, but we're both busy tomorrow, so you need a lot of sleep" Jinwoo shook his head, before throwing another smile "I take it you will say yes when I ask you for another date?"

"...."

You ponder for a little while before standing on your feet and kissing his cheek, "That answers your question, right?"

You then turn away to go up the station, leaving the poor hunter frozen on his spot to process what the hell just happened. Jinwoo's heart raced at an impossible speed as the gears in his brain were seemingly put on a screeching halt.

It took him a while to recover but eventually he turns around and silently hums to himself, his fair cheeks dusted with a faint hue of pink as he revels in his victory.

Who was that goddamn ahjussi who said E-ranks cant get into dates and be succesful? He hopes to see that bastard again and throw him a middle finger because that is a total lie.

After all, the unfortunate E-rank him who has nothing much to show has gotten your heart. Isn't that a win?

In a way, he wanted to know too. Will you, who is just a normal person— Accept the him today who has nothing much to show? And today answered his doubts.

Now Jinwoo is completely sure of his decision of falling for you. Since you are here for the him today, he'll make sure the him tomorrow will be at your mercy once he gains the right and capabilities to be an S-ranker.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: a fluffy sung jinwoo fic because I am feeling particularly more in love with him as of late. I'll try to do hsr content I swear heheh.... But for now I hope you are alright with just me gushing over my main hubby woowoo<33. ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[mysteriousxgirls]

Aida's eyes darkened with excitement, her lips curling into a slow, wicked smile as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. She didn’t break their intense gaze, her fingers trailing lightly over his chest, the tension building with every passing second. “Oh, Leo,” she purred, her voice low and teasing, “you’re starting something you won’t be able to finish, unless you can finish in 5 minutes?” She could feel the heat between them, the thrill of their shared danger, and it only fueled her desire. Her fingers brushed against the fabric of his trousers again, a deliberate touch that sent a spark of electricity between them. “I warned you,” she whispered, lips brushing against his ear as her body pressed closer, “I don’t play by the rules. And if you want to finish this little game… you better be prepared to take it all the way.” The challenge was clear in her eyes, the thrill of the forbidden dancing behind them.

Aida’s lips curved into a mischievous smile as she shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She turned toward the driver, her voice smooth and teasing, “Tell me, darling,” she purred, the question hanging in the air, “would you mind if we... made this little ride a bit more interesting?” The driver’s eyes darted nervously to the rearview mirror, and Aida could see the hesitation flicker in his expression. He gasped, clearly taken aback by her boldness. He hadn’t expected her to be this direct—this brazen.

He stammered, “I-I... uh, no, miss, I—I’d never thought... I mean, that is, I...” Aida’s smile only deepened, savoring the driver’s flustered reaction. Her gaze flicked to Leo’s, a silent challenge in her eyes. “Well,” she purred again, her tone laced with a hint of mockery, “you are the one driving us, after all. Just wondering if you'd mind the... detour.” She leaned back into her seat, fingers still tracing circles on Leo’s arm, her attention half on the driver, half on the fire burning between her and Leo. The game had just shifted, and she was thoroughly enjoying the play.

When she mirrored his excitement for public affection, Leo felt an unexpected tightening in his chest. It was as if they were two halves of the same wild, burning desire, a perfect storm of wants and instincts that mirrored each other in a way that almost hurt. The way their desires aligned so seamlessly—so dangerously—was both thrilling and terrifying. It was what made them so intoxicating, so perfect, and yet so utterly doomed. They were inevitable, drawn to each other with an undeniable gravity that neither of them could resist. If they both wanted this—whatever this was—there was nothing that could stand in their way. Not now. Leo wasn’t the kind of man to say no, and from the fire in her eyes, he was beginning to believe she wasn’t either.

His gaze never left hers as his fingers traced the curve of her body, the weight of the moment pressing against them both. The way she closed her eyes made his lips curl into a smirk, a silent victory that thrilled him, but then… the sound—soft, almost imperceptible—escaped her lips, pulling his attention even tighter. His breath caught in his chest, his hand faltering, heart racing as the air seemed to thicken around them. A sharp gasp from the driver broke the spell. Leo’s eyes darted toward the rearview mirror, catching the brief flicker of the man’s gaze before he quickly looked away. How could Leo blame him? The heat in the back of the car was almost unbearable. Maybe the driver would let them be, but who in their right mind would? Leo let a dry chuckle escape, the amusement heavy in his tone.

“Oh, what a shame, babe,” he said, his voice laced with a blend of mockery and teasing, almost cruel in its delivery. “You started this little game, and now you’re not sure you can play it any longer?” His words were sharp, like a challenge wrapped in a soft taunt, leaning into the tension between them.

[uceyliyahh]

FRIENDS

Summary: “Heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved,” After being in an abusive relationship Imani decided to close herself off until she gets drafted over to the Raw Brand bumping into her best friend Jimmy as she started to catch feelings for him, but will her heart let her fall for him?

Jimmy Uso x Imani Blackwood

word count: 5232

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

Again mdni you have been warned.

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FLASHBACK 2 Jordan repeatedly called Imani's phone, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration as he noticed that all her clothes and belongings had vanished from their bedroom. It was as if she had finally reached her breaking point with his behavior. In a fit of anger, he began to toss things around the house, shouting at the top of his lungs, until his eyes landed on a note resting on the kitchen table.

'I've made the choice to walk away. I can't handle this toxic situation any longer. I'm ready to pursue my dreams of becoming a wrestler, and I need to do that without you in my life. Please don't try to reach out; I'm truly finished with us. Jordan, your controlling nature and narcissism have taken a toll on me, and it's time for me to prioritize my own happiness.'

from Imani.

After he finished reading the note, he crumpled it into a tight ball and tossed it into the trash can, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips.

"She thinks she could just end us like this?" Jordan said.

"Well she got another thing coming, don't worry my love imma come find you,"

"And imma have my boys find out where you're staying at and no one will save you from me,"

Jordan made the choice to step out of the house and go to his friend's place. He wanted to discuss how to find Imani and share his strategy for bringing her back, especially since she seemed to think this situation was just a game.

He was indifferent to her desires and aspirations; if she didn't allow him to be part of her life, he threatened to turn her existence into a nightmare until she agreed to take him back.

He was on the verge of shattering her dreams, unaware of how his actions were perceived. He couldn't see himself as the controlling and narcissistic person she described; in his eyes, he loved her deeply and felt misunderstood.

He was determined to win her back, regardless of her feelings on the matter.

FLASHBACK OVER

OMNISCIENT Imani had just wrapped up her match against Raquel, emerging victorious. As she organized her belongings in the locker room, preparing to head over to Jey and Jimmy's parents' house, she noticed a familiar text from Jordan, playfully teasing her as always.

As she went through the message, it momentarily unsettled her, leaving her momentarily frozen in place, prompting her to read it once more.

J💔: I know where you staying at baby girl you cannot hide or run from me anymore, you forget that I have people that can track yo' ass in a heart beat since you wanna keep playing these cat & mouse games with me imma show you something, once I have you in my grasp again you'll never leave me again

Imani felt a deep sense of fear for her safety, realizing that Jordan was aware of her whereabouts and her home address. Overwhelmed and uncertain, she struggled to find a way to protect herself, feeling vulnerable even in the supposed safety of her own space.

She felt hesitant to share this with anyone, particularly Jey, as she knew he would likely gossip about it with his friends. Wanting to shield herself and keep the situation under control, she decided to keep it to herself for the time being.

After gathering her belongings, she sent a message to Jey, letting him know she would arrive in about an hour. As she made her way to her car in the garage, she couldn't shake the feeling of fear that gripped her. The thought of Jordan potentially appearing out of nowhere filled her with anxiety, making her acutely aware of her surroundings. She felt vulnerable, worried that he could disrupt everything she had worked so hard to achieve.

She climbed into her car, tossing her belongings into the backseat as she turned the key in the ignition, making her way to Jey and Jimmy's parents' house.

Upon reaching the house, Imani noticed a cluster of cars lined up outside, which sent a wave of anxiety through her. However, she took a deep breath and found a way to soothe herself as she switched off her car.

She picked up her purse and keys, making her way to the door. As she knocked, a wave of anxiety washed over her, her palms clammy and a lump forming in her throat. She felt uncertain about how they would respond to her after such a long time apart.

She suddenly heard footsteps approaching from behind the door. As it swung open, she found herself face to face with a tall man holding a red cup. Their eyes met, and a warm smile spread across his face.

"Hey! Imani! Girl it's been so long c'mon in," Roman said as him and her hugged each other.

Imani stepped into the house, and as she did, she heard someone call out, "Hey everyone, Imani's here!" She looked around to see everyone waving at her, and she happily waved back.

Roman patted her on the back, "you can take your shoes off here don't be shy girl, you want something to drink?" He asked as Imani nodded her head.

Roman led her into the kitchen, where Mama Talisua and Zilla welcomed her with open arms. She embraced them both warmly, and Mama Talisua remarked on how beautiful she had become over the years.

"I heard you're wrestling now Miss Imani?" Mama Talisua said.

"Yes Ma'am all because of Zilla right here putting me on with Booker T," she said as she smiled at them.

As she glanced down the stairs, her gaze landed on a familiar figure. He was dressed entirely in black, sporting a pair of panda dunks and a striking Cuban link silver chain. The alluring scent of his cologne wafted through the air, making the moment even more captivating.

Imani and the boy exchanged a brief glance before she turned to speak with Zilla. In that moment, she noticed his girlfriend lean in to kiss him on the lips, followed by a bright smile directed at Imani. It appeared he was genuinely happy, or perhaps just putting on a facade, as Jey had suggested to her.

Imani paused to take a sip of her drink when she heard Jey calling her name. The sound caught Jimmy's attention, and as he listened more closely, he turned to see Jey approaching her. With a warm hug, Jey greeted her, and Imani was delighted to finally see Jeyce by his side.

"Hey Girl! It's good to see you here! this is my son Jeyce," Jey said.

Jeyce and Imani embraced each other warmly, both smiling brightly. He truly resembled his father, almost like a mirror image. As she and Jey engaged in a lively conversation about work and various topics, she caught sight of Jimmy casting furtive glances her way, seemingly confirming that it was indeed her.

She simply dismissed it, not giving it much thought. "Are you still with that guy, Jordan?" When she heard his name, her eyes went wide. She felt a mix of emotions, unsure if she should reveal that she was now single, all because of Jordan.

"Um, no we aren't together anymore, we like broke up after I left to become a wrestler." Imani said.

"Damn, for real?"

Imani gave a slight nod, fabricating a story for Jey about her relationship with Jordan. She mentioned that he was aware of her current whereabouts, all while trying to shield his family from any added worry or burden regarding her situation.

As she took her phone out, it buzzed with a call from Jordan. Jey noticed and, sensing something was amiss, quietly stepped outside to take the call. He felt a need to gently join the conversation, curious about what was happening.

OTP Mani💫: why don't you just leave me alone J? J💔: Mani you're mines forever don't you understand that? I'm not finna let this go yk I love you Mani💫: well I don't love you after the hell you done put me through I was glad I left your ass I couldn't take it anymore J💔: I only beat you so that you could act right Mani💫: you're such a piece of shit Jordan and you know it don't fucking call my phone anymore J💔: you keep on forgetting baby I know where you stay I can just easily swoop you up and bring you back home with me Mani💫: over my dead fucking body leave me tf alone Jordan I don't need this why can't you let me be happy? J💔: if I'm not apart of that happiness then I'll just make your life miserable simple Mani💫: you're fucking insane all because I left you so I can have control over my life and you couldn't handle it you were losing control over me it was just slipping away from you. J💔: shut the fuck up you whore probably getting some samoan dick huh? He's not better than me I'll tell you that Mani💫: I'm hanging up Jordan don't fucking call me anymore.

CALLED ENDED

Imani let out a heavy sigh, her fingers tangling in her hair as she heard a throat clear nearby. Startled, she turned to find Jey standing there, arms crossed over his chest. In that moment, she realized he had overheard her conversation with Jordan, and the weight of the truth settled in; there was no way to deny it any longer.

"Is there something you wanna tell me Mani? C'mon you know we've been best friends since we were teenagers, what's happening?" Jey said.

"First off you can't be scaring folks like that and secondly...I don't feel safe Joshua...a lot has been happening, and I mean a lot," she said.

"I got time Mani tell me what's been happening," Imani took the time to share her story with him, detailing the struggles she faced over the past few years, particularly during her relationship with Jordan. She opened up about the abuse she endured, how he would physically harm her and attempt to control her, preventing her from pursuing her dreams of becoming a wrestler, all in an effort to keep her focused solely on her music and singing.

Jey listened to her with great care, his gaze gentle and warm. Unbeknownst to him, this moment was unfolding with his closest friend as he wrapped her in a comforting embrace. "Hey, when we track him down, it's done. You know Jon and I are here for you, Mani."

"I know, you think he'll recognize me?"

"Mmcht, girl yes he will probably gotta catch him when he not around his girl though she be trippin a lot I promise you," He said causing Imani to chuckle.

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Imani was in the living room catching up with Roman, enjoying their conversation after not having seen each other for some time. She had always been like family to them, almost a daughter in their eyes. Mama Talisua often expressed her desire for Imani and Jimmy to be together, but with Imani moving away, that dream seemed out of reach. Still, she held onto a glimmer of hope for the future.

She stood up from the couch and made her way to the kitchen, feeling a bit thirsty. As she opened the fridge, she reached for a Jack Daniel's country cocktail, bending down to grab her favorite flavor: Lynchburg Lemonade.

She had just grabbed a drink when she turned around to apologize for bumping into someone, only to find a man standing right behind her, holding a drink of his own.

As their eyes met, she took a moment to appreciate how handsome he had become over the years. Imani smiled at him before deciding to walk by, hoping to avoid any tension with his girlfriend. However, he gently caught her arm, bringing her to a halt.

"Hollon now little girl, you ain't just finna walk past me and not say nothing," Jimmy said.

"My fault did Mr Fatu say something to me?" Imani teased as him and her began chuckling at each other.

They embraced warmly, and as his hand rested gently on her waist, a wave of warmth washed over her, filling her with a delightful sensation before they finally parted.

"How you been mamas, haven't seen yo' ass since high school,"

Her heart raced with joy when he called her mama, making her instinctively tuck her hair behind her ear. "I've been good you know, I'm on the Raw Brand with yo' brother," she said.

 "I've heard that you're a singer as well? Wow, it sounds like you're really enjoying life!" Imani smiled and nodded, taking a sip of her drink as they kept chatting and connecting with each other.

Imani found herself captivated by his striking features and the pleasant scent that surrounded him. It made her ponder why their mothers wished for them to be together. She couldn't help but think that she and Jimmy would have made an adorable couple.

 She and Jimmy sat together on the steps, reminiscing about their high school days, sharing laughter over the amusing memories they created.

The cocktail Imani had prepared enveloped her in a cozy warmth, making her feel all fuzzy inside as she listened to Jimmy speak to her.

"Can I be honest with you Mani?"

"What's up?"

Jimmy gazed into her hazel eyes, then shifted his focus to her lips before returning to her eyes, all while wearing a warm smile. "You pretty as hell girl fasho," She felt a rush of embarrassment from his words, turning away with a soft laugh. In response, he playfully poked her on her left side, asking, "What's so funny?"

Imani punched him in the arm, "you saying all of this to me when you have a whole girlfriend what's up with that sir?" She said in a teasing tone.

Jimmy shrugged, feeling a bit frustrated. "Why can't I compliment my best friend just because I have a girlfriend?" he said. He had a point; after all, we were just best friends and nothing beyond that.

Imani shrugged her shoulders, "aye, I just don't want shawty trippin and cussing at me thinking I'm going to steal her nigga you feel me,"

Jimmy took a sip of his drink, smacking his lips and rolling his eyes playfully. He found himself lost in Imani's gaze, admiring her beautiful features, completely captivated. Just as he was getting lost in the moment, they were interrupted by the sound of his girlfriend's voice.

"Who is this?"

"Don't start trippin Trin this my best friend Imani, Mani meet Trinity my girlfriend," he introduces them.

Imani smiled at her before taking another sip of her drink. She noticed Trinity's expression souring, which left Imani feeling puzzled. She hadn't done anything wrong; she had simply been chatting with Jimmy.

Imani was doing her best to steer clear of any tension with his girlfriend. As she rose from the stairs, she informed Jimmy that she was heading to the living room, offering him one last warm smile before departing. Just then, he halted her, causing her to pause in her steps. "You good Mani, she ain't finna start trippin right Trin?" Trinity had sighed in exasperation at him before turning to Imani with a serious look on her face.

"Whatever, when are we going home? I'm tired," she said.

"We'll leave in a little bit I'm just catching up with my people," Jimmy responded, noticing Trinity arching an eyebrow in his direction. "When you say people you mean her?"

Imani noticed him let out a heavy sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair, a clear sign of his frustration with her. She could sense that he was bracing himself for the trouble she might stir up at the family gathering.

"Trin, c'mon don't do this shit here we'll go home after aight?" He cast her a serious glance, noticing her lips forming a pout as she made her way to the living room.

Imani let out a soft laugh as she took another sip of her drink. "you wanna go out on a walk for bit?"

As she and Jimmy stepped outside for a walk, she nodded her head, unaware that Trinity was watching them with a hint of bitterness at the sight of the two of them together.

Imani and Jimmy were outside, playfully shoving each other as if they were siblings. Jimmy had Imani on his back, spinning her around while she playfully tapped him, laughing and asking him to stop.

 By this time, they were feeling a bit tipsy as Jimmy gently set her down on her feet, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and sharing a laugh to lighten the moment.

"You're so fucking annoying I promise you," She said.

"You love it either way mamas, ion wanna hear no complaints," Imani laughed softly at him as they strolled side by side.

The nickname he used for her flowed from his lips so effortlessly that it stirred something special within her.

"You still dating ol' boy?" He noted Imani's head shake as she replied, "No, I'm not with him anymore." Her voice faded slightly, and he picked up on it, sensing that something was amiss.

Imani paused for a moment, looking up at him, searching his face for clues. "Did something happen when you two were together?" he asked. She shook her head once more, reluctant to share or explain the challenges she faced while with Jordan.

Knowing how crazy he and his people are.

She was taken aback as she felt his arms encircle her waist, and in that moment, she found herself lost in his warm brown eyes, a wave of nervousness washing over her unexpectedly. "You can talk to me mamas, I'm right here."  The richness and calmness of his voice had a magnetic quality, making her feel an undeniable pull towards him.

Imani observed a shift in his attitude as she recounted the events that had unfolded. Hearing about the struggles his best friend faced seemed to affect him deeply. Jimmy held her close, his arms wrapped around her waist, his gaze fixed solely on her, as if nothing else mattered.

"Why didn't you call us or something mamas?"

"I didn't have nobody's phone number and I didn't want to be a burden so I just figured it out on my own Pooks," Imani said avoiding his eyes.

Jimmy gently held her chin, urging her to meet his gaze. He found himself captivated by her striking features, a feeling that puzzled him. Perhaps it was the drinks that stirred these emotions, but he couldn't quite pinpoint the reason. "You need to hear me, you're not a burden, sweetheart. I assure you, he won't come anywhere near you, or he'll face the consequences. Do you understand?" Jimmy reassured her, and Imani nodded in response.

 After he spoke, a profound silence enveloped them as they locked eyes, taking a moment to appreciate each other's unique features and the warmth of their presence. Jimmy gently bit his lower lip, tucking it in, while his thumb softly caressed Imani's lips.

He leaned in and kissed her unexpectedly, surprising her at first. But soon, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, and they lost themselves in a passionate embrace.

Imani experienced a rush of sensations as Jimmy's hands held her firmly, while his tongue danced within her mouth. Her fingers found their way into his hair, but the moment unfolded so swiftly that her body couldn't respond in time to create distance between them.

He shifted his lips to her jawline, planting soft kisses there until she gently pushed him back by his chest, looking into his eyes with a hint of worry.

"Jon, this doesn't feel right, you're with Trin." She said softly.

Imani's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as they gently separated, the weight of the moment lingering between them.

"You, right. That's on me."

"It's okay, let's just keep this between us aight?" Jimmy nodded his head as they began walking back towards the house.

1She found it hard to deny that he was an exceptional kisser, far more experienced than she was. It felt as if he understood her body language better than she did herself. She just hoped that their encounter wouldn't create any awkwardness between them.

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Imani stood in the backyard, lost in thought about the kiss she and Jimmy had just shared. It had taken her by surprise; she never expected such a moment to unfold between them. The intensity of the kiss was unlike anything she had experienced since her time with Jordan. The way he explored her mouth and caressed her body sent waves of sensation through her, leaving her feeling a mix of excitement and longing that she hadn't felt in quite some time.

They had enjoyed a few drinks and decided to keep their feelings to themselves. Still, she couldn't help but long for the taste of his lips once more. However, she was determined to stick to her promise of not diving into anything too intense, especially when it came to love.

She suddenly heard the sliding door open and footsteps approaching her. "Are you okay, Mani?" It was Jey, coming out to see how she was doing.

"Y-yeah I'm fine Joshua," she responded to him.

"You sure? What happened between you and Jon? Yall both came in looking awkward as hell," he asked.

"We made out Joshua..." His eyes widened in surprise as he chuckled, prompting her to playfully shove him while pouting. "It's not fucking funny Joshua, we were tipsy and I'm not looking for anything right now I made a promise to myself,"

He raised an eyebrow at her, "what you mean you made a promise to yourself?"

"I told myself that I would keep myself closed off from finding love again, I mean ion think I'll get lucky anytime soon," Imani let out a deep sigh as she gazed at the moon illuminating the night sky, accompanied by the twinkling stars.

"Imani, don't let that fool make you change for who you are if I'm being honest you and Jon make a perfect couple I mean you hear our mama talk about it nonstop," Jey had a point, but was she truly prepared to face that situation once more? She was determined not to betray the commitment she made to herself.

"I just really want to focus on my career for right now Josh, I don't know if can allow myself to fall in love again," she said.

"Look, I understand but just think about it Jonathan ain't like that I know he ain't happy with Trin for real but he play pretend in front of the folks but when I saw how his face lit up when he was with you I just knew,"

Imani listened intently, nodding as he spoke. Just then, they heard footsteps approaching outside—it was Jimmy, naturally, with his hands tucked into his pockets. Jey quickly sat up, giving his brother a friendly greeting before stepping away, leaving Imani and Jimmy to sort things out together.

"Hey, I'm sorry about what I did earlier. That was wrong of me," Jimmy apologized.

Imani felt a strong desire to gently stroke his cheek, her smile radiating warmth as she looked at him. "it's okay you don't need to apologize for what happened we were tipsy that's all," Imani responded, sensing his hands on her waist once more.

He chuckled at her, "yeah, we were tipsy as hell not goin' lie mamas but..." his voice trailed off for a second. "I  wanna taste them lips again,"

"J-Jon...we can't with all of these people here and especially when Trin is in there too that's so wrong,"

"Just one more time, I promise it felt too good." He swiftly led her to a secluded spot, away from the crowd, pressing her gently against the wall. As he looked down at her, she felt a wave of vulnerability wash over her, making her feel diminutive in that moment.

He gently cupped her face with both hands, leaning in to kiss her deeply. This time, she surrendered to the moment, allowing their connection to unfold. As he lifted her by the thighs, she found herself pressed against the wall, completely lost in the intensity of their embrace.

She could sense his rigid form against her as she embraced him tightly, feeling an overwhelming craving for his touch—an intensity she had never experienced with anyone else, not even with Jordan. The song "Escapism" by Raye played softly in the background, adding to the atmosphere within the house.

He pressed his lips against her neck, showering her with gentle kisses while softly sucking, which made her whisper his name in pleasure.

"J-Jimmy...W-wait..." she moaned.

"Yeah, keep saying my name like that..." he groaned.

Just as they were about to move forward with their moment, a sudden scream pierced the air, halting them in their tracks. They exchanged worried glances, and Jimmy gently set her back on her feet before heading over to assess what was happening.

As they were about to step into the house, Imani suddenly froze, her heart racing at the sight of him standing there with a smirk that sent chills down her spine. How on earth had he tracked her down?

As Jimmy turned to see why Imani wasn't following him, he spotted Jordan by the door, gun in hand, advancing toward her. Imani stood frozen in place, fear gripping her as her breaths quickened, each one feeling more labored than the last.

Jimmy and Jey, along with the rest of the family, formed a protective barrier around Imani, standing firm against Jordan, who laughed at their efforts.

"You think I'm scared of yall niggas? I can have a killing spree over her, she needs to come home right Mani?" Jordan said looking towards her way.

Imani quickly shook her head, feeling overwhelmed by the unfolding drama surrounding Jimmy and Jey's family. A tightness gripped her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Jimmy noticed her in distress and instinctively moved to help, while the others continued to follow the established protocol.

"Jon, take her upstairs please," Mama Talisua said as he nodded his head carrying her bridal style up the stairs.

"Is yo' ass gonna step up or get the fuck out?" Jey said.

"I'm not going to leave until Imani comes home to me and you know how she is Josh c'mon dawg," Jey scoffed at him while folding his arms around his chest.

"Don't think we is cool, we was never cool from the beginning so imma ask yo' ass again, is you gonna step up or get the fuck out like I said?" Jey confronted him directly, seemingly unfazed by the fact that Jordan had a Glock in his hand.

Jordan raised his hands in a defensive gesture and began to walk away, but then he attempted to strike Jey. In response, Jey lifted him effortlessly and slammed him to the ground. Meanwhile, Roman handed his Glock to Zilla, while Jey continued to deliver powerful punches to Jordan, who was pinned beneath him.

Before he could even go crazy Zilla had pulled Jey away from him hearing Jey breathing heavily while looking pissed off. "Get him the fuck outta here now,"

Roman and Jacob took hold of Jordan's arms and gently pushed him outside, closing the door behind them. Meanwhile, Jimmy sat beside Imani, watching her sleep soundly in bed as he tenderly stroked her hair.

He then heard the door creak open and saw Jey standing there, looking in on Imani.

"She okay Uce?" Jey asked.

"Yeah, I managed to calm her down. She just fell asleep," He said wiping his clothes down.

"A'ight then, mama said she can stay here for the night, but we can't let that motha-fuka near her Jon. He know where she stay at."

Jimmy nodded his head glancing at Imani, "I'll take her home in the morning once I get everything done aight?"

As he and Jey exchanged friendly gestures while leaving the room, Jimmy took a moment to look back at her before trailing behind Jey. When they reached downstairs, they found their mom tidying up, and they chose to lend a hand.

"How is she doing Jon?" she asked.

"She doing aight mama, she's asleep right now. I'll take her home in the morning," Jimmy responded while replacing the trashcan with a trash bag.

"I noticed the way you two were exchanging glances tonight, and while I understand you're with Trin, I can't help but feel that Imani would be such a great fit for you." Jimmy laughed softly, a smile spreading across his face as he replied to his mother, "You've been saying that since we were kids, Mom. I really don't think she's interested in anything serious at the moment." He went on to share more.

"I understand son, I do but I'm saying just don't miss out she's family,"

 Jimmy nodded in agreement as he assisted his mother with the cleaning, while the rest of the family was getting ready to go out for the evening. At the same time, Imani stirred from her nap, finding herself in Jey's old room and glancing at the clock to check the time.

It was midnight, and she was taken aback as she prepared to rise when Jimmy entered the room, holding some clothes and catching her off guard.

"You good mamas?"

"Yeah, I'm fine I guess your mama wants me to stay here huh?" Imani spoke while Jimmy nodded, handing her the clothes so she could take a shower.

"Yeah, you're family after all. But imma take you home in the morning after I get some things done if that's cool with you?" Jimmy said.

"Yeah, that's fine Jordan probably messed up my tires so that's fine," He smiled at her showing off his grill's glistening in the light. "A'ight I'll see you in the morning,"

Jimmy approached her and wrapped his arms around her, feeling her head rest against his chest. She listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat and inhaled the scent of his cologne. When they finally separated, they locked eyes, and a wave of memories flooded Imani's mind—moments of them kissing. Overwhelmed, she averted her gaze, focusing on her feet.

"Look at me baby," She looked up into his eyes, feeling his hand gently hold her chin as he smiled at her. "fuck, you're so fucking pretty mamas, I didn't expect you to be this pretty you know?"

"J-Jimmy..."

"What baby?" His voice lowered several tones, sending a shiver through her as she felt her panties grow damp. "You gotta go Trin must be looking for you."

He nodded his head placing a kiss on her temple before pulling away from each other.

"Goodnight mamas,"

"Goodnight Jimmy," Imani spoke as he closed the door, just as she experienced a moment of panic.

What on earth just occurred? What happened tonight that left her feeling this way? Why was he making her feel like this?

Whatever situation he and she are dealing with has really affected her tonight, but she's determined not to let it interfere. She made a promise to herself, and she intends to keep it, so she'll set it aside for now and wait for a better time to address it.

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[paladin--strait]

soulmates part 6

luke hughes x reader

tw!!: angst, use of y/n, reader can be depicted as any body shape/size, female reader. this story moves kinda fast, since I want it to only be a couple of parts long. this is a complete work of fiction. I am in no way saying or implying that these people act the way they do in the story. I am open to any sort of constructive criticism! thank you!

series masterlist here!

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i wake up in between jamie and trevor, sweating. i sit up, looking around and realizing it's still late at night as a random movie now plays on the tv. i carefully untangle myself from their arms and legs, trevor's snores filling the room as i step out.

i carefully make my way downstairs, my throat dry and in need of hydration. i cough, but it's covered by my shirt, making it quieter. i step down the wood stairs, the boards creaking below me.

i walk into the kitchen to grab some water, soothing my dry throat. once i turn to go back upstairs, i notice a dark figure standing at the end of the dock. i squint, recognizing the fluffy hair underneath the beanie that sits on their head. i silently make my way outside, walking down the dock. my feet pattering as i step. the figures head never turns, but i can see them tense, they know i'm there.

"quinn?" i whisper, kicking off my slippers and moving to sit beside him at the edge of the dock, our legs swinging off the end. "what are you doing out here? it's cold and dark, you'll get sick."

he's silent, until he speaks. "i always called you sweetheart."

"what?" i ask, tilting my head in confusion. "what are you talking about?"

"luke. he calls you sweetheart. that was my thing." quinn says quietly, his gaze never leaving the water.

my expression drops a little, remembering he overheard my conversation with trevor and jamie earlier in the hallway. "quinn..."

"how did you not see it?" he whispers, his tone filled with hurt and almost anger. "y/n, i love you. i love everything about you. the way your face crinkles when you smile, the way your whole body trembles when you laugh, the way you cheered me on at my games, the way you would come over when i was feeling sad to put your arms around me and make me feel better. everything about you, i love."

"i'm sorry quinn..." my face drops the more he talks, along with my heart. i truly never knew he felt this way, and my heart is filled with guilt. "why didn't you tell me?"

"i didn't tell you because i didn't even know what i was feeling until deep into our friendship. it would've ruined everything, and i'd rather keep you as a friend over losing you completely." quinn says, finally looking up to make eye contact with me.

"quinn, i don't know what to say...this is all so sudden." i shake my head in almost disbelief. "one second you're telling me how much you want me to be with luke, and now you're telling me how much you love me. i don't know what you want me to do."

"i don't know what i want you to do either." he says, looking back down at the water. "but i know one thing, i can't control what you do or who you love. all i want...is to see you happy." his voice trembles as he speaks, and i'm left speechless.

i look down at the water as well, trying to find the right words. my mind and heart are filled with confusion and guilt. if i had known quinn liked me so much, things could have ended so much differently, but i didn't know, and now my heart pounds with a fear like feeling. normally at a time like this, i would ask myself what quinn would do, but i can't ask myself that this time.

we sit in silence for what feels like hours, until the silence is broken. a hurt "i'm sorry." fills the air, our heads snapping to look at each other after we spoke the same words. my eyes are wide when i see his face, his face is red and swollen, eyes tired and sunken in. i wasn't able to see it earlier, but since the could have moved away from the moon, his hurt face is illuminated by the moonlight.

"quinn..." i whisper, my heart breaking as i see the state of my best friend. "what's happening to us..." my voice cracks, a tear slipping down my cheek.

his head shakes and his hand slowly raises, carefully wiping away the stray tear. "please don't cry..." he whispers back, "i'm sorry, this is all my fault."

"but it's not, quinn." i say, placing my hand on top of his as it lingers on my cheek. "i should've seen. i should've known how you felt. we were together everyday, rarely apart, and i never noticed...i feel terrible."

he looks into my eyes and i stare right back. it's like we're both searching for something. his eyes filled with regret, and mine filled with guilt and confusion. my heart pounds even faster when i hear his next words. "i'm sorry, sweetheart."

ah, there it is. the nickname he gave me the day we met.

i can feel my lip tremble at the word, my eyes welling with tears. i just want things to go back to the way they were, but i don't think that'll ever be possible now. my chest hurts, desperately holding back tears. but he whispers once more, "it's okay to cry..." and the dam breaks, sobs racking my body as my shirt dampens from my tears.

before i can even process what's happening, i feel a strong pair of arms wrap around me, pulling me close. "listen to me, i want you to be with luke. i can see how happy you are with him, and that's all i want for you. i want everything to go back to normal, because i see how much it hurts you, and it only hurts me more. i'll get over this, i'll be okay. we'll be okay..."

i lean against him as he speaks, my tears soaking his sweatshirt. after a while, my sobs settle down, and i'm left a sniffling mess. he wipes my eyes with the bottom of his sleeves, "why don't we go to bed? yeah?" he stands, helping me up and putting my shoes back on me.

he carries me upstairs, the silence hanging over us. he walks me to luke's room, pulling me into a tight, warm hug before he opens the door for me. i step in, watching as the door shuts quietly behind me.

i look at luke's sleeping form on the bed, and smile softly. i kick off my slippers, getting into the bed with him and snuggling up beside him. he grumbles, his brows furrowing. "y/n...?" he whispers.

"i'm here, lukey..." i whisper, feeling his arms wrapped around me. we lay in silence, my mind constantly drifting back to quinn and i's conversation as luke sleeps in my arms, my fingers slowlt raking through his curls.

i don't know if i just needed a good cry, but i somehow feel a sense of peace, like everything really will be okay. maybe when i wake up in the morning and walk downstairs to eat breakfast with everyone, it'll have just been a bad dream.

[princessmaeee]

The Sweet Taste Of your Jealousy

Hello ! Sorry for not posting those days, I have a lot of ideas but not energy, first and Second I start drawing again cause the motivation came back so I focus more on this, but I Got the this for a Little Thangyu cause I'm obssess with them. And as much as I wanted to writhe a S M U T I didn't had energy for it so it's just a little... fluff ? It's not super long or super incredible but I hope you will still Like it. And If you have some Thangyu Story ( with smut too, cause I like smut eheh ) let me know

Inhaling the smoke from his joint, he kept it in his mouth for a moment, listening to the conversation around. They were a little group of friends who decided to do a little ‘’party’’ in Mina’s cave while their parents weren't hoping, but it wasn't the kind of party Nam Gyu was used to. He only decided to come cause of his friend, Thanos. Mina invited him cause she definitely has a crush on him and probably hopes this little game they are playing will make him get closer to her ; True or dare. He hates that game, such a Childish little thing just to impress the others or make a move on someone and put the blame on the game. Probably exactly what Mina had planned. Pathetic.

He exhaled the smoke after he felt a good part goes in his lung as he let a little laugh be eared as he hear.

‘’ - Okey, Thanos, True or Dare ? Asked Gyeong Su with a little smile. -Go for the dare. Nothing can scare me.’’

Gyeong Su pretends to think about something. Mina’s a good friend of his so of course she probably asked him to plot something.

‘’-Kiss the person on your left. ‘’

The purple haired turned his face to look at the host who smiled as she played in her hair. She smiled at him, almost ready for this moment. Nam Gyu looked at her with disgust as his friend gently put his hand on her cheek and lay down to kiss her on the lips. Everyone here knows how Thanos is. He's the kind of guy to flirt with every beautiful girl but never really get serious with Anybody and Nam Gyu felt really hard for that guy, even if he will never admit it.

As their kiss deepen, Nam Gyu exhales another puff of weed and get up from the couch.

‘’ -Okey, enough of that stupid game for me.’’

And he left the cave to go on the balcony. Seeing his friend like this makes him feel uncomfortable. For a little moment, he imagined himself instead of Mina and he wondered how could taste Thanos’s lips.

Leaning against the railing, he takes another puff of weed, making sure to inhale it as much as he could before releasing it into the cold hair of the Night. His mind raced, asking himself why He accepted to come ? He hates everyone at that party anyway and any of them like him anyway, they’re only Thanos Friends and him, what he is ? Just the lost dog the rapper found and kept with him. Nam Gyu never knew what Thanos liked about him or what made them friends. All he knows is, he would like to be more than just his friend, but he knows it’s not possible. Thanos likes girls and him, he’s not.

‘’ Fuck, that shit Sucks, he said as he run his hand across his face, why do I have to think about that. ‘’

Things could be so simple. He could just go back in the Cave and play the game just like Mina did. He could just ask Thanos to kiss him as a dare and See if he will really do it, but no. Never Nam gyu would do something that Stupid even if he really wanted it. What If he just looks like a fool ? What If his friend wants to be his friend anymore after that ? He will just come back to his normal and boring life of being a Stray dog, hoping someone else could love and accept him.

When he came back to the cave, he was heavily sighted. They were still in each other’s arms, making out shamelessly in front of everyone. But no one seemed to care. The three others was playing mario kart on the Tv and Nam gyu lazily sat down in front of the screen, with the others.

‘’ - I was out for a good Ten minutes. Have they even taken a break to breathe ? -Nop, answered Semi, that’s why we gave up on True or dare. Wanna Join the game ? ‘’

Semi holds out a controller to Nam Gyu. He was surprised but took it and accepted to play with them. Whatever the life offered him to make him forget about the two lovers in the back, is good to take.

After two-three games or maybe more, Nam Gyu started to feel annoyed not because beating everyone’s ass wasn't fun but because Thanos and Mina were still making out on the couch behind. Looking at his phone, he decided it was time to leave.

Getting up, he approached the two lovers, hands in his jeans pockets.

‘’-Bro we should go. It’s almost 2am.’’

Thanos pulled away from Mina and looked at Nam Gyu. Mina still had her arms around the rapper's neck, kissing his jawline and cheeks to have his attention back.

‘’-You mean It’s just 2Am. -Well, I’m tired, so can you bring me home ? -You can Ask Semi or Gyeong Su ? Or even Take a Taxi, I don’t know, men. -Are you fucking Serious right Now ? You know How broke I Am, I can’t afford a Taxi.  -You can Stay here for the Night, offered Mina. -And be at the first row to ear you fuck all night ? No thank you. -Sound you are Jealous Nam Su, wanna join maybe ? ‘’

Thanos just teased him about that, but Nam Gyu wasn’t in the mood to play or be nice anymore. Su Bong's behavior pissed him off.

‘’ -You know what, get fucked, I don’t need you, I just gonna Walk. ‘’

And He turned around, took his bag and left the cave. Thanos was surprised by his reaction. Nam Gyu’s normally always calm and chill with everything. He wondered what could have happened this time. He looked at the others, confused and seemed to realise just now what he did. He chose the girl over his best friend. Nam gyu didn’t want to come at the first place and accepted because Thanos asked him many times saying it could be a good occasion for him to make friends. Nam Gyu accepted just because Thanos started to be annoying about that and he just wanted to shut him up.

‘’-I’m sorry Mina, I think I will go. He really seems to be in a bad mood… -Oh, it’s okay, text me if you want to continue this another day, she said with a Flirty smile.’’

Thanos nodded and left the cave to join Nam Gyu upstairs, but he had already left. He grab his keys in his pocket and left his friend's house, got in the car and started it. He noticed Nam Gyu walking alone in the street and drove to him, going slower when he was next to him. He rolled down the passenger seat window and looked at nam gyu.

‘’-Get In.’’

Nam Gyu didn’t answer and continued walking, ignoring him. Thanos Sight again and continues driving slowly to go at his friend’s pace.

‘’-Nam Gyu, please, i’m sorry…get in, it’s cold outside.’’

Nam Gyu stopped as Thanos. He was still mad but accepted to get in the car. Thanos made a Point, it was freezing outside and he hasn't planned a warm coat since they were supposed to come back together. The rapper smiled and once his friends put on his seat belt he started driving again.

On their way to Nam Gyu’s place, Thanos didn’t talk and so Nam Gyu. The black hair guy just lit up a cigarette and smoked it, exhaling the smoke out of the car by the window he had let down. Thanos felt the tension between them and hated it. Nam Gyu always talks or says shit especially when he’s high, but he doesn't seem to be. Which is also really rare.

Tired of this silence, Thanos stopped the car in the middle of nowhere. Nam Gyu gave him a confused Look but didn’t talk.

‘’-What’s the problem Tonight ? I told you I was Sorry. -Do you even Know why you’re sorry for ?  -I..because I almost chose a girl over my best friend ? ‘’

Nam Gyu exhales another puff of smoke and let a sarcastic scoff out of his mouth.

‘’-You should really shut your mouth Sometime, oh wait… you actually did it, almost all Night, congrats. -I see, so that’s why you’re mad. I’m sorry I just…Mina’s hot, can’t you really blame me ?’’

Silence again. Nam Gyu didn’t really know what to answer but the look he gave to his friend said everything. He wasn’t into her at all so yeah, he could blame him.

‘’ - Are you jealous or what, seriously ? If I knew You liked Her I would have- -Ew, dude, gross. I’m not jealous you kissed her, I don’t even Care about her. -Oh so, what’s the problem ? Is that really just because I let you alone with the others ? You seemed to have a good time. -Yeah, fantastique. You were the one who wanted me to come with you at this shitty party and you threw me away to makeout with a bitch. -Well would you have preferred that I makeout with You instead ?’’

Nam Gyu felt his cheeks burning and quickly looked away as he inhaled another puff of his cigarette, inhaling it outside.

‘’-Nevermind. Can you just bring me home? I’m tired… ‘’

Thanos was surprised by his answer and reaction and he’s getting confused.

‘’-Nam Gyu… would you have preferred that ? -I said Nevermind. Please… drive me home.’’

His last words were softer, like he was about to cry and Thanos  felt his heart clench. If his friends have feelings for him, it will make more sense about why He reacted like that Tonight. I couldn't help it but felt more curious about it but he knew Nam Gyu will not open up about it. Removing his seat belt, Thanos removed the cigarette from his friend's hand, making him turn his face to look at him.

‘’-Hey Give it Ba- ‘’

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence as Su Bong’s Lips were already pressed against his. Nam Gyu’s eyes widened from the surprise as his heart started racing in his chest. His first reflex was to push him and break the kiss. 

‘’-W-what was that for… you didn’t had to-’’

Again, he couldn't finish his sentence. Su bong lips came back on his as his hand came in the back of his neck, preventing him from pulling away again and this Time, nam gyu accepted it and let himself go through that kiss. Thanos lips had a light taste of Vanilla. He probably took a puff of his vape before getting in the car.

Nam Gyu’s hands gripped Thanos Shirt, pulling him closer as his own back slammed against the car window. The Hand Thanos had on Nam Gyu’s neck was now against the window, maintaining him still, the other on the dashboard as he deepened the kiss, passing his tongue on his friend's lips who opened it for him.

They both seemed eager for each other, their kiss was passionate, hungry, hot and wet. Their tongues fought each other until they had to pull away from the lack of air, letting as their only connection, a little sting of saliva.

Nam Gyu’s cheeks were bright red, lips swollen, part opened as his chest heavily went up and down as he caught his breath. Thanos smiled from the view and whipped the saliva in the corner of his lips and on his chin.

‘’-Fuck, you should have asked me to kiss you way before now. That was… -Shut up and kiss me again, dumbass. ‘’

This Time it was Nam Gyu who reached for him, pressing his lips against his. Thanos pulled away and went back to his place in the driver seat.

‘’-Let me drive you home first and I Gonna give you all the kisses you want once there, MR.I-am-not-jealouse.’’

Nam gyu’s face goes red as he looks outside, avoiding Thanos look.

‘’ -Shut up and Drive, mumbles Nam Gyu.’’

[rat-club]

I need something with Chris + Josh + reader

Josh and reader are close friends and Chris has a thing fkr her and they end up fucking in Josh's obnoxiously bougie bed ughdh

YESSSS I’d literally die omfg (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)

Josh

Chris

Reader

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You and Josh have been friends for as long as you can remember, nothing more. Yeah you’ve spent the night, but on the couch, y’know? He’s like a brother to you, so you’re a bit thrown off at his nervous demeanor when he asks you to come play video games at his house with him and his friend Chris.

He’s just one of my buddies from English. He’s pretty stoked to meet you.

Oh wow, look at you playing Cupid over here, I never took you as the matchmaking type.

He looks down and laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. You raise an eyebrow, wondering why he’s so out of character today.

You good, man? You seem kind of jittery. What happened to Mr “I’m always confident even when I look like an asshole?”

He shoots you a look and you roll your eyes. You put your hands up and take a step back.

Woah, touched a nerve there.

No it’s just… been a weird day, y’know?

You put a hand on his back, softly rubbing. Normally he’d smile and respond with a simple “thanks,” but now he looks down, his cheeks slightly flushed.

I’m sure we can calm your nerves over some Minecraft with Chris. Hey how about we pick up some drinks on the way back?

He perked back up at the mention of Minecraft and alcohol, seemingly forgetting how strange he was acting a few moments ago.

Y’know what, fuck yeah

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

You’re back at Josh’s house, getting your Minecraft world started while you wait for Chris. You’re sitting next to Josh ,who’s draped over the armrest.

Are you sure he’s gonna be okay with us starting without him?

I think he’ll just be fine as long as we don’t drink without him.

For a moment your eyes linger on him for a bit too long. You never noticed how soft his hair looks. You wonder how it feels. How would it feel to run your hand through it, play with it, tug it-

Uhhh is there something in my hair?

Your cheeks turn a soft shade of pink as you try to look away. Josh catches on, unintentionally staring at your slightly embarrassed form. You can’t help but notice how his eyes linger, studying your body from bottom to top as he takes in the sight of you. The beauty of you. And for a moment, just a money, you stare back. Your eyes lock as if the only thing you can see is eachother. Anything could be happening around you right now, but all you’ll see is Josh. A knock on the door snaps you out of it. Josh clears his throat before making his way to the door.

Hey man, whats up?

We’ve been waiting on you, Cochise.

Josh pats Chris’s back as he guides him to the couch where you’re sitting, beer in one hand, controller in the other. This was your first official impression of Chris. Yeah you’ve have a class or two with him and caught him staring a few times, but it’s not like you guys ever actually had a full conversation.

Hey man, what’s good?

Heyyyyyyyy

He stands there awkwardly, not really knowing what else to say to you. Josh breaks the silence, walking up to Chris to hand him a controller.

Why don’t you have a seat

Uhhh where

His eyes land on the two empty spots on either side of you. Josh walks over and plops down in the spot he was originally in. Chris takes a gulp before following his lead, trying to copy Josh’s chill and confident attitude.

Alright party people, let’s get this game started.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

After a bit of drinking and gaming, Chris finally loosens up. He’s laughing, joking, telling you more about himself as he leans closer and closer to you. Strangely, whenever me moves closer, so does Josh. This goes on until you’re sandwiched between the two boys.

Um guys? Maybe a little breathing room?

Whaaaat? But youre soooo warm.

Josh?

He somehow moves even closer to you, his body now pressed completely against yours. Whenever he pushes into you, you automatically get pushed closer to Chris.

Ok no more beers. For either of you.

Huh? But what about you?

You take a sip from the bottle in your hand, smirking at Chris.

I can handle my drinks. You two can’t. I mean look at you guys, you’re practically smothering me.

I mean, don’t act like you don’t like it.

W-what? What are you-

Oh come onnnn. I’ve seen how you talk about him. What you wrote, what you texted, all of it.

Your face turns even redder as Josh exposes you. You turn to Chris, seeing a look of absolute shock on his face. Shock and… something else? For a moment, you can’t quite place what it is, until you see him staring at your body. Oh lord.

J-Josh I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You’re even worse at lying than you are at gaming, y’know?

Him and Chris nod at each other, as if this was planned or something. Hang out with you, get you comfortable, expose you, then what? Though, you don’t have to wonder what comes next for long. Josh grabs you, putting you on his lap to face Chris as he wraps his large arms around your waist. He goes to your ear, continuing to list the details of every dirty thing you wrote down about Chris. Chris looms over you, nervously staring at you as you rub your legs together, panting in desperation. He takes that as in invitation to move in, starting off by smashing your lips together as his hands roam your body, groping and feeling you.

You let out soft moans and whimpers, fueling their desire for you. You feel something hard poke against your ass before Josh slowly starts to grind against you.

Who would’ve thought you were such a little slut. “God, I just want him to throw me down and use me, ripping my clothes off and grabbing me. Pulling my hair, degrading me, making me feel so fucking good.”

All you can whine at his his words, your current position makes it so that you’re unable to defend yourself in any way. You’re completely at the mercy of these two boys, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Chris’s hand makes its way down your pants at an agonizingly slow pace, slowly rubbing your aching clit. You moan into the kiss, leaning into him. Josh takes this opportunity to attack your neck as he moves his hands from your waist, snaking them under your shirt and under your bra. He cups your breasts, squeezing and massaging one while the other pinches and rolls your nipple. You’re an absolute mess.

Chris stops what he’s doing and moves to take off your pants and underwear while Josh works on removing your shirt and bra. Suddenly, he shoves you, making you tumble off the couch and onto the floor. You lay on the carpet, now completely exposed as the two men look over your shaking form.

You think this is too rough?

You see this? Nothings too rough for her. Just look at her, dripping for us.

Josh crouches down and grabs your hair, yanking you up to look at him.

Come on princess, show our friend here how much you like it.

You nod, crawling up to Chris as Josh watches, a smug look on his face. Once you get to him, you get on your knees, legs slightly spear as you reach up to his pants. You struggle with the zipper, erupting a loud, obnoxious laugh from Josh.

Come on slut, it’s not like you haven’t done this a million times before.

Chris rolls his eyes, moving his hands to help you with his pants. He puts a hand on you, caressing your cheek. You lean into it, gazing up at him before getting back to work. You tug his pants and boxers down, revealing his large, dripping member. You waste no time taking it in your hand and starting to pump. Just then, you feel Josh behind you, snaking his arm around to play with your pussy. Rubbing your clit, dipping his fingers inside, bringing them to your lips to make you taste yourself.

Chris moves his hands to the sides of your head and slowly guides his aching member into your mouth. You bob your head, swirling your tongue around it as he throws his head back, moaning and praising you. Meanwhile, Josh gets on the floor, laying on his back with his head between your legs. Your dripping pussy just inches above him. He hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you down so you can sit on his face.

Hot, sweaty moans and other lewd sounds fill the room. The controllers and beers have been long forgotten. All you can feel is Josh sucking on your clit and Chris’s member hitting the back of your throat. He gasps and whimpers as you take him deeper and deeper, occasionally choking. But that only seems to fuel his arousal. He slowly starts losing control, mumbling soft apologies as he starts face fucking you. Grabbing your hair and slamming into you. You gag and choke as he continues to apologize and praise you.

Fuck princess, I’m sorry, you just feel so fucking good. I’m almost there ok, just a bit more. Can you handle that? Yeah good girl.

Tears prick in the corners of your eyes. It’s all too much. You feel am your orgasm approaching as his member starts to twitch in your mouth. You grind on Josh’s face as he moves a hand and sticks two fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out while he continues to suck on your clit. His other hand roughly smacks your ass, making you squeal around Chris.

With I final thrust, Chris shoves your face down onto him, spilling directly down your throat. He slowly pulls out of your mouth, looking at the mess he made. Drool, cum, and tears adorn your face. You grip Josh’s hair, crying out and making unintelligible sounds. Chris takes in the sight of you sitting on Josh’s face while you feel you scream out.

F-fuck I’m gonna- mmm fuck gonna cum

Your orgasm rips through you. Your mind is completely blank. All you can do is moan and cry out while you put your full body weight on Josh, cumming on his face. When you call to the side, Chris is there to catch you, scooping you up. Josh gets up, licking his lips to taste more of you.

So, how’d you like her?

Chris looks down at you, clinging to him while you’re in his arms.

Don’t worry, we’re not done with her. Let’s go.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟

Chris gently places you on Josh’s bed before he starts to strip with Josh. They crawl on the obnoxiously large bed towards your vulnerable form. Their lustful glares focus on you, and only you as they make their way to you. Josh grabs your ankle, yanking you towards him.

We’re gonna stretch this tight little pussy out now, m’kay? Think you can take it?

You nod, sitting up to position yourself over Josh’s throbbing member. Chris sneaks up behind you, moving his hands to feel you up while attacking your neck. Josh puts his hands on your hips, lowering you down into him. You wince and whimper at the stinging.

I know, I know baby. It’ll feel good soon, I promise.

He slowly lowers you farther and farther down onto him. They both take turns soothing you, getting you ready to take both of them. Once Josh is fully in, he waits, letting you adjust. After a minute, you nod, giving Chris permission to enter. He eagerly presses himself against your pussy, sliding in along Josh’s. He’s a bit more impatient, not waiting for you to stretch to accommodate his size. You let out a yelp and look at Josh with a pined expression. He puts a hand on Chris’s shoulder.

Woah easy there Cochise. I said she likes it rough, not being torn open.

I-I know. I’m sorry, she just feels so fucking good.

He slows down, letting you adjust before pushing in more and more. Finally, both of the boys are buried deep inside of your aching pussy. They nod at each other before slowly taking turns pulling out and pushing back in. You feel amazing. As your moans get louder and louder, they pick up the pace.

It’s like she’s sucking us in.

Yeah, looks like this little slut can’t get enough of us, right princess?

You cry out at their words as they pound you, each thrust hitting a new spot. Josh starts to rub your clit, smashing your lips together to swallow your moans. Chris bites and nips at your neck, making your whole body spasm and twitch. They keep rocking their hips, moving you back and forth between them. You feel another orgasm start to build up inside of you, causing your walls to squeeze and tighten around them.

Cum for us princess. I wanna hear those pretty moans.

And just like that, your second orgasm hits you like a truck. You’re screaming, louder than before. Chris buries himself inside of you up to the hilt, filling you up with his length and his cum. Not long after, Josh is also cumming deep inside of you, fucking you through your orgasm.

They both slowly pull out, watching their cum drip out of you. Chris lays down, spooning you and telling you how well you did while Josh cleans you up with a cloth. Afterwards, they both hold you, too exhausted and fucked out for words. But no words were needed. You knew that they would take care of you.

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Someone take my phone away

[lostintransist]

Hell's Spawn | I Bite.

Part 1 | AO3

CW: Breakups, blood, and men Krueger not respecting boundaries

You had a boyfriend. Well…had a boyfriend. Did you keep him around to soothe the undercurrent of sexual need that wrapped around every facet of your existence? Yes, but it still hurt that he wanted to leave.

“I’m done. You’re never around and when you are you never want to leave the bedroom.” His pretty face has a tear sliding down into his beard.

Stretching your neck from side to side to try and relieve some of the tension tightening your traps.

“And you had to do this while I’m at work?” The words grind, breaks worn down to metal on metal.

“It’s the only time you aren’t studying,” your ex-boyfriend’s nose flared as he sucked in a breath.

You stood behind the cafe, near the garbage. He has popped in a few moments before, all smiles and sad eyes.

His sad eyes had drawn you in first, well that and the reports that he is DTF but doesn’t want more. Between school and preparing for residency you had allowed the label of dating when he asked. Clearly, that has been a mistake because something in you clung to the word now.

“I told you what I could give. Which was time in bed and my body on your couch as you played video games but nothing else. I don’t have the time for emotions or,” you wave your hand as if you could catch the nebulous, “anything else. I am gearing up for some of the hardest years of my life. And I told you that when this started!”

You tripped into yelling. Fuck. Yelling meant you were losing the battle to keep your emotions in check. Sticking one hand out to stop your ex from saying whatever bullshit would be coming out of his face.

Dammit, you were doing so good at keeping yourself from turning back into the hate-filled teenager who kept the air moving. Rage and spite had pushed you day by day for so long that they now fit like your favorite pair of shoes.

Three deep breaths with tightly shut eyes keep you kicking his ass, verbally or otherwise. He is ready though, the moment you open your eyes.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, but I need this to be over. I’m leaving for my trip soon and between that and your lack of…well anything really I can’t keep doing this. I’m sorry.”

He stepped forward as if you hug you. The glare you sent him would have flayed his flesh from his bones if he got too close. Narrowed eyes tracked him down the alley until the darkness swallowed him.

“I can kiss away the pain.”

Krueger. Fuuuuuck you didn’t realize they would be in tonight. There was no note that the room had been booked.

“I bite.”

You sniffed back the emotions bashing against the inside of your chest.

He moves like a phantom. How the hell does a man wearing so many pieces of fabric move without a sound?

“The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else,” Krueger cooed into your ear.

Before you can snap at him rough fabric-covered fingers press into your eyes and dry, chapped lips are against yours. His other hand snakes around to rest against the dip of your hip.

Instead of pulling at the hand at your eyes, you settle a hand on his chest. The firm muscles don’t surprise you, the shudder at your lips does. His lips part with the breath. Snapping your teeth over his lip you bite, hard.

He tries to pull away. The glove over your eyes digging in harder. You respond with equal force.

“Two things,” you say past his lip bleeding into your mouth. “First, don’t assume I won’t leave a scar if I tell you I bite. Second, if you ever wanna get this close to me again quit smoking. You taste worse than a men’s bathroom smells.”

Releasing your shark sharp teeth from his flesh you pat Krueger’s chest twice and wait for his hands to leave your body. The hand at your waist disappears. A whisper of fabric and the cover on your eyes is gone.

Blinking to clear your vision you scan him up and down. One gloved hand is shoved up under his hood, likely applying pressure to his newest wound.

“Better luck never.”

Spinning on your heel you enter the back of the cafe. Rinsing the blood from your mouth the customer service smile replaces the sneer of disgust. What’s another night of men trying to push their opinions? Pretty damn normal.

Hell Masterlist | Masterlist

@demothers-empty-blog

[haylessa]

Bridge to the Turnabout

man do i feel like crying finishing this game.

the way they connected so many past cases to this final one is amazing. seems like everything connects to the DL-6 incident somehow lol. how Misty Fey failed her channeling on that case, Miles's phobia of earthquakes, leading all up to him losing sight of the suspect, which then made a chance for them to swap places with a twin. wow they truly planned this ahead didn't they.

playing as Miles!!! that was really entertaining. his inner monologues are hilarious. he flew all the way to Japan just because of Phoenix okay??? totally normal about this. and Franziska also flew from Germany just to have a chance at battling(?) Phoenix again (not surprised).

not them being in cahoots fooling the judge that Miles is a defense attorney HAHAH yeah siblings. loveee how they both ended up helping Phoenix big time in this case. like "eh since I flew all the way here why not" Franziska showing her kindness albeit being all snarky about it haha who are you fooling you're just a softie inside.

aww are you worried? she just randomly decided to follow Phoenix around welp that's cute... argh i love her she's so precious, they'll never make me hate you Franziska von karma<3

okay first time i saw him my first thoughts was that he's a relative of Diego. not being Diego himself. damn i thought he actually came from the depths of hell. as in like, zombies. there's spirit channeling, so another weird thing would be totally normal right? i was wrong.

people in this game hop jobs like hopscotch from lawyers to prosecutors to detectives (talking about lana) it's so unserious (i love it).

tbh this case was quite confusing even when there's all sorts of evidence. it would be very helpful if they explained the whole timeline of the murder in order at the end. because with all the channeling it was confusing who's body is who and where everyone actually is, or was that again, just me? they said Iris betrayed Dahlia when she planned the fake kidnapping? or when she killed her stepsister? or both? how did she betray her, i mean how exactly did she run away??

Godot said he contacted Misty and Iris. so Misty and Iris were in cahoots right? so she lied that she didn't know Elise was Misty then. god so many questions i should open up wiki later.

their story was such a tragedy:( and Maya oh Maya....... she probably only figured out Elise was her mom after she got killed right in front of he. but she had to be strong for Pearl. my poor little girls....i wanna hug them so bad. this whole fiasco is very fucked up. also did Misty refuse Maya to help cook because she might find out it's her mom?

Maya probably held deep in her heart on the fact that her mom, although missing, is still alive out there somewhere. and now... she's really gone.

i'm glad she's got a home with Pearl and Phoenix now. there's also Detective Gumshoe, Edgeworth, Franziska, and all the friends they made along the way who'll always look out for her. I wish we could see Maya and Franziska slowly becoming friends, they're nineteen! they should be at the club!!

this pic of little Mia and Maya is so cute:((( busted breaking the sacred urn even before Pearl did. and no one said a thing looking at it😭

i'm gonna miss them all so much... i haven't played the other games (yet) but i'm pretty sure nothing can top the original trilogy. quirky characters with personalities, unmatched goofiness, emotional sibling bonds, and overall a really really good story. it will stay with me forever<3

[narcissisticsmoker]

thinking ab you following me all over campus and taking unsolicited photos of me for you to jerk off to at night, until you realize it isn’t enough and follow me to my dorm just to stuff me full of ur cum and steal my virginity.

i can’t let yk i like it though. it’d be scandalous for a quiet, well behaved and almost pathetically untouched student to like how roughly her cunt is being fucked by her stalker’s cock.

The first time I saw you, you were just another fleeting figure in the crowd, until you weren’t.

There was something about you. Maybe it was the way your fingers traced the rim of your coffee cup absentmindedly, lost in thought, or how you bit the inside of your cheek when you were concentrating, your lips parting slightly. Maybe it was the way your skirt swayed just enough to make my pulse quicken before I even realized what was happening.

So, I watched.

Not all at once. No, that would be too obvious. It was in passing, in glimpses, in stolen moments where you seemed to exist in slow motion while the world blurred around you. At first, it was casual. Coincidental. I just happened to be there when you were. The library. The café. The quiet courtyard where you always sat, fingers turning pages you never seemed to finish.

But then it wasn’t coincidence anymore.

I started mapping your habits, your patterns, learning your rhythm like a song only I could hear. You take your coffee with just a splash of milk. You play with the hem of your sleeve when you’re nervous. And, my favorite, you always glance over your shoulder, as if you feel me there.

You do.

Because you’re not stupid.

You noticed. You always noticed. And yet, you never stopped me.

It became our game, didn’t it? A dance neither of us acknowledged but both of us performed. I followed you without following you. Close, but not too close. Seen, but never caught.

Until tonight.

Your dorm door was open. Just barely. A sliver of golden light spilled into the dark hallway, illuminating the floorboards like an invitation.

Or a test.

I linger in the threshold, my fingers hovering over the frame. One push and the illusion shatters.

Then your voice, low, steady, teasing.

“Took you long enough.”

My breath catches.

You’ve been waiting.

The realization is a wildfire, scorching reason, unraveling control. This isn’t just a game to you, it’s a challenge.

And me?

I’ve never been one to back down.

I step inside.

The door clicks shut behind me.

You don’t move.

You sit on the edge of your bed, one leg crossed over the other, the curve of your calf peeking through the slit in your skirt. The soft lamplight flickers over your features, casting shadows that dance along your skin. Your lips curl at the corners, just enough to make my pulse thunder in my veins.

I take a slow step forward. You don’t flinch. You don’t shrink away. Instead, you tilt your chin up, locking eyes with me like you dare me to break first.

I won’t.

I let the silence stretch, let the tension tighten like a rope between us, fraying at the edges. You’re breathing heavier now, just a little, but I catch it. I feel it.

I don’t need to ask if you want this.

I already know.

“You like this, don’t you?” My voice is barely above a whisper, but I know you hear it.

You exhale, slow and steady, but there’s a flicker in your eyes, a spark of something delicious.

“And if I do?” You counter, your voice laced with defiance, with something dangerously close to surrender.

I smirk.

You have no idea what you just invited in.

And I intend to show you. ;)

[shizuturnspages]

The poor child reader khaenri'ah since she was unlucky to meet her new yandere caretakers, they have her locked in her new room and restricted of her abilities, it will be possible that the Member fatui or Knights Favonius, (bennett?) (Razor) (Columbine?) (arlecchino?) (pulcinella?) (¿childe and teucer?) (Signora?) (dottore? Sounds crazy, but you might be interested in his experiments) (mika?) , (sacarosa?) (diluc?) or (Klee? ) (There are quite a few options and scenario) meet reader by orders or chance escape and feel bad with her, play with her or manage to at least establish a relationship (such as teaching her something or reading her a story) ??? Being locked up would eventually drive her crazy xD. Basically the yandere who have been trying to get along with her for months or years? They observe how suddenly out of nowhere the reader stops causing chaos and obeys, years of effort just for nothing. Are they jealous? Bad influence? Or will they use it against you??

The Light That Found You, The Shadows That Cling

Synopsis: You had fought them for so long. Kicking, screaming, resisting—you never surrendered. Every locked door was a challenge. Every restriction was a test. They thought they had all the time in the world to break you down. But then, one day… you simply stopped. You didn’t try to escape. You didn’t fight back. You listened. You obeyed. At first, they were suspicious. Then they realized—it wasn’t because of them. It was because of someone else. And that? That was unacceptable. Pairings: [Separate] Yandere Dainsleif, Pierro, Kaeya, Albedo, Capitano x Khaenri'ahn Child

Diluc – The Unintended Saviour

He hadn’t meant to get involved.

He didn’t agree with how they treated you, but interfering? That would make him an enemy to powerful forces.

But when he saw how lifeless you had become, he couldn't ignore it.

He started small—slipping you books, warm meals, quiet moments of freedom in the dead of night.

He expected you to be wary… but you accepted his kindness so easily.

Too easily. As if you had been waiting for someone—anyone—to treat you like a person.

That realization made his blood boil.

Klee – The Little Spark That Lit Your Soul

Klee was never supposed to meet you.

But when she did? She saw a lonely child.

You weren’t mean like the adults said. You weren’t dangerous.

You were just sad.

"Let's play, okay?" she had said, pulling you into a game of knights and treasure hunts.

And for the first time in years—you played along.

You smiled.

And Klee never stopped visiting after that.

Bennett – The Unlucky Hero Who Became Your Light

He met you by accident. (Or maybe his bad luck led him to you on purpose.)

"Woah! You’re the kid everyone keeps locked up? That’s rough, buddy."

He expected you to snap at him. Instead, you just stared.

You weren’t scared of him. You weren’t angry.

You were just… tired.

And that? That wasn’t fair.

"Hey, I’ll tell you an adventure story! Ever heard about the time I fell into a pit of slimes?!"

You didn’t react at first…

But then you laughed.

And for Bennett? That was worth every bit of bad luck.

When the others saw how you changed—how you smiled for him but not for them?

They hated it.

Columbina – The Softest Lullaby in the Dark

She always found you fascinating.

But this? This was something new.

You let her brush your hair, sing you to sleep, and never once did you flinch away.

It was almost too easy.

"You trust me so quickly, little star." Her voice was honeyed, but her mind was calculating.

Who had made you like this?

And how could she use it to keep you forever?

Signora – The Moth Drawn to a Dying Flame

She had seen the worst the world had to offer.

She knew what cruelty looked like. She had lived it.

But you? You were just a child. A lost thing, full of broken pieces and sharp edges.

And yet, despite everything, you had fought.

Fought them, fought fate, fought against becoming another forgotten tragedy.

Until, one day… you didn’t.

At first, she thought it was a trick.

But then, she saw the way you lingered near Diluc, smiled at Klee, softened around Columbina.

And she realized—you had given up.

Not because of fear. Not because of submission.

But because you had found warmth somewhere else.

That was dangerous.

That was a weakness she would not allow.

"Don't be a fool, little ember," she says one evening, tilting your chin up with one gloved finger. "They won't always be there. But I will."

Her voice is gentle, but her grip is iron.

She won’t let you leave. Not now. Not ever.

The Ones Who Watched It Happen

They had tried for years to tame you.

To break you. To mold you into something manageable.

And yet, the moment you found kindness, you changed.

Not for them. For others.

That stung.

That infuriated them.

That made them desperate.

Dainsleif – The Guardian Consumed by Guilt

He had tried to be patient. To give you time.

But this? This wasn't supposed to happen.

You weren’t supposed to choose someone else.

You were supposed to trust him.

"Did I fail you?" he murmurs, watching you from the shadows.

He doesn’t know if he should feel regretful… or jealous.

Pierro – The Chessmaster Who Lost His Piece

He had calculated everything.

Your resistance. Your defiance. Your inevitable surrender.

But this? This was a variable he hadn’t considered.

"It appears I underestimated the influence of simple kindness."

His expression was unreadable.

But inside? He was furious.

Kaeya – The Smiling Mask That Finally Cracked

He had teased you, pushed you, manipulated you…

And you never broke.

But now? You willingly let someone else in?

"I thought we had something special, little star." His tone was light, but his hands were clenched.

He had to get you back.

Albedo – The Experiment That Yielded the Wrong Result

He had watched you, studied you.

Your patterns, your resistance, your growth.

But now? You were no longer the same.

And that was unacceptable.

"I must correct this anomaly," he murmurs to himself.

You were his greatest creation.

And he wouldn’t let you slip away.

Capitano – The Warrior Who Lost His Battle

He respected your defiance.

He had thought it would take years for you to submit.

And yet…

A few moments of kindness undid everything he had worked for.

That? That was a weakness he could not allow.

"You are still mine," he tells you, his voice heavy with finality.

And he meant it.

[genericpuff]

Life updates!

Got my new driver's license with my updated legal name change which allowed me to change my name on my bank account and Paypal. Had to call Paypal support because my birthday was wrong on my account which caused an automatic rejection of my name change request (as it didn't match with the birthday on my ID), I can only assume it was younger me skirting by the age requirements at the time so I could make that Deviantart commission money LMAO (more shockingly, the Paypal support guy was really nice and we had a good laugh about it). Thankfully the fix was quick and easy :>

Only thing I'm waiting on now is my new provincial health card so that I can FINALLY book a bloodwork appointment. Once we're over that one hurdle, it's (hopefully) HRT time! <3

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Psuwis is doing much better! He was on a round of various medications for a week to treat his jaundice / liver problems, and in between medications we got him eating as much as we could, swapping out foods and trying new things until we figured out what would stick. Unfortunately he has already gone back to being his picky self, but he's put on weight again and his jaundice has finally cleared. I'm incredibly relieved, and thankful to the vets at the urgent care clinic who were so good with him. I'm hoping this means we're still stuck with him for a few more years, as much as he drives me crazy with his antics he's still my boy and the fear of losing him really put into perspective how much of a positive impact he's had on my life and how much I need to appreciate him being here in whatever limited time he has. I love owning pets, but man, it's hard during those times when you're reminded that you're gonna outlive them 😭

Even now as I'm typing this, I can tell he just went to the bathroom because I can smell the stench of his frigging POOP emanating from his butthole five feet away. But dammit, he can stink all he wants, because at least that means he's still here <3

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I've started playing Red Dead Redemption 2. Or rather, I had started playing it a while ago, but stopped shortly after the opening tutorial of the game. Since then, I've switched primarily to PC for most of my gaming outside of Nintendo Switch games. So I recently bought it again while it was on sale for practically dirt cheap, and finally took another crack at it.

I'm not sure why I stopped playing it the first time around, going into the PC versions I had vague memories of dropping it as soon as the opening section was over and I had access to the camp. All I could feel vaguely in hindsight was a sort of confused boredom and reluctance to try and get back into it. But I'm glad I gave it another shot, because honestly... I have no clue why past me struggled to get a sense of it, I love the first RDR (I've beaten it multiple times, easily one of my favorite games from the PS3 era) and RDR2 isn't exactly that much of a departure from it as far as gameplay philosophy goes.

Now that I'm actually progressing through it, I'm having a great time! The writing is as clever and hilarious as its predecessor, and the attention to detail in the worldbuilding is phenomenal. It's so silly but what I really appreciate most are just those little mundane moments of going into a grocery store, picking up a tin of hair gel or a stick of butter, and just... looking at it. Like damn, they really invested a lot of time and care into ensuring that I could interact with just about every item in this game and get some trivia out of it.

The game runs exactly how it should, if not leagues better than it did on the PS4. It still has the usual Rockstar bugginess, but unlike Bethesda's brand of jank, Rockstar bugs are just MSG, they provide that extra lil' kick of indescribable flavor. They're never game-breaking, always hilarious.

Assuming the game's performance won't be affected by it, I'd love to stream it sometime. Maybe get my husband on the mic with me as co-host. After all, as much as these games are primarily sold as single-player story-driven experiences, they really are at their best when you have someone to experience it with. I can't express to you how much I wish we had been streaming during the bar scene with Lenny. Truly an iconic moment I wish I could forget just to re-experience it all over again LMAO

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The other day I got an ask inquiring about Kore's planner. I hadn't really thought much of it at the time, probably because I'm so used to Rekindled being an obviously non-profit project, but someone pointed out to me that I could theoretically make the planner as a digital notebook.

And boy howdy, did my ADHD run with that, because I spent like 3 hours after this making exactly that! Here's a little preview!

Obviously it's been buffed up a bit compared to the original, but I really wanted to build upon its brief original appearance and make it feel like a genuine notebook that someone like Kore would own, with little dedicated tabs and sections for different things. As a baseline, I'll be formatting this for PDF so that it can be imported into most major drawing software - including Clip Studio and Procreate - however I'm also gonna be fiddling around with the Goodnotes app (which I used to use a lot of myself) and seeing if I can make a Goodnotes compatible template with hyperlinks and other clickable parts.

Overall I've had a lot of fun making this, it took a lot of initial work in designing the base look and feel of it, but now it's coming together pretty smoothly! I'm hoping to have it ready in the next few days <3 Once it is, I'll be selling it as a digital download on my new Ko-Fi page! :> So if that's something you're interested in, give that page a bookmark/follow and check back in a bit! It'll be fairly inexpensive, within the $5-$8 range depending on how much gets included (i.e. if I can provide the Goodnotes template or not).

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January was an extremely hectic and chaotic month. It brought about a lot of unfortunate circumstances that were difficult to weather through. Despite this, I'm doing what I can to hold onto my hope that it'll all work out, that there are still opportunities for joy and progress, and that even the worst things that have come to pass will still pass. It's hard, but it's worth it.

[shootingstarrfish]

can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person... I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your girlfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life.

(I rlly love ur art, ur so cool)

who copied the pasta and why is it e dating???????

[averagefungus]

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[hellamorte]

do you ever think about how lucanis keeps losing and losing and losing — his entire life? losing his parents, losing his childhood because of the crow training, losing his freedom, his sleep, and one year of his life due to imprisonment. then the maker smiles upon him, and he's discovering something good (rook, the veilguard team, purpose), acquiring something back (his family, his life, his freedom, his job, his city), finding some peace in mundane things (coffee, cooking, taking care of others). it feels like the scales are finally moving, balancing — only for him to lose again. he loses caterina, he can lose his city to blight, he loses at weisshaupt, he loses grip on himself (thanks to spite), he loses control — he loses himself, piece by piece. rook can help lighten the load on his chest (thanks to spite), he gets caterina back, and breathing feels a little bit easier. but loss is not done with him. he loses illario, and it feels like losing a limb, a large piece of himself violently torn away. he's visibly shaken, but no one truly knows what it takes to string the assorted pieces of himself together and keep functioning. and then loss deals what seems like the final blow: some of his friends are dead or lost, and rook is gone, too. he failed; he only knows death, doesn't he? life only takes, and takes, and takes, giving only to tease and take it back. at that moment, he's falling apart completely — until they find rook, and there's a sliver of hope once again. the scales are moving, the team wins, they eventually go back to their lives — and that's when he realizes that the final blow is the life as the first talon.