#I feel sickened that I bought this
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PAIN. MUCH PAIN. I was so pleased and happy about my new t-shirt. But then I look closer today and it probably is an AI generated image. FUCK. This companyâs (spiral direct) generally been good in the past too! And itâs so blatant! Canât believe how I missed this. URRRGHHHH. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT.
#on closer inspection the head is a little messy/jumbled too.#Iâm just hoping. praying. pleading that this is just the work of an underpaid. rushed. artist#who couldnât be bothered to neaten any of this up#deep down I kinda know though#almost all the other artwork Iâve seen on their t shirts has been good#and t shirts like this have existed for ages. I think?#like. you see them at markets sometimes. plain black t shirts with a print of wolves dragons or angels or skulls on#if you know the 3 Wolf moon one you know the type of thing#so this is a pretty well established printing company using ai art for their work#I really hope the company just bought the image from a scammer#and didnât do this themselves#like I think most of the artworks they use are legit#theyâve printed stuff from Anne Stokes and the like#and the T-shirts last. and I like wearing stuff with dragons on#I know this is selfish but I really hope they stop doing this so I can keep buying my fun t shirts#I feel sickened that I bought this#guess Iâll have to try harder next time to find proper art on the t shirts#pain. suffering. so much pain.#spiral direct youâve gotta get better please#(donât judge my taste in clothing)#pain#god fucking dammit#swearing#(gonna tag that just in case)#ai artwork#also if I wasnât clear enough#anti ai
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NEARLY $19 FOR A SINGLE HAIKYUU MOVIE TICKET... JUST ROUND IT UP TO $20 AT THIS POINT WHILE ALSO KICKING ME IN THE SHINS AND SPITTING ON MY FACE JFC
#WHY ARE TICKETS SO EXPENSIVE OMFG#THIS IS EVIL#oooo amc this is sickening...... this is vile........#I still bought the ticket btw..... I need to see this on the big screen#feeling: robbed#moosh goose
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I NEED A FUCKING HOBBY !!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#đŠ#first thing that comes to mind is crochet which i actually have stuff for crochet HOWEVER. i hate the feeling of knitwear#đ«„#like i would be able to do it obvs but making stuff for myself would be a nightmare.#i wanna customise some of my clothes but im ACTUALLY a pussy and i dont wanna ruin them#i got back into reading which slays but the Pull Of The Phone is sm stronger#so i think i need smth like Actively hands on#i want to paint but my tablets are kinda fucking me right in the creativity muscle rn but i kkinda need them to function so#WHAT I ACTUALLY NEED TO DO IS MESSAGE THE GUY ABOUT BASS GUITAR LESSONS#i bought a bass when i bought my car (TWO YEARS AGO) and i havent learned to play.#anyway. kms attacking myself ripping my hair out#i need to figure smth out bc like 10+ years on the computer is sickening
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strip for me.
part five | lhs.
pairings: hyungline x reader
synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you canât get away from.
wc: 8k
warnings: smut, minors dni, fivesome, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, raw sex (please use protection), dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. this is not proof read.
note: lee heeseungâs solo part. next one will be jayâs. thank you so much for supporting my works and loving strip for me series. also, this doesnât have heavy smut since i want to show the boyâs affection with reader outside the bed even more. anyway, reblogs and replies are highly encouraged.
part one; two; three; four
slutofpsh 2024 © all rights reserved.
you got sick the day after. maybe because your body got overwhelmed and didnât expect that kind of activity. they let you rest for as long as you like until you finally regained your senses.
it was almost 10 pm when heeseung drove you home. both of you silent throughout the drive. heeseungâs glancing at you from time to time, but you refused looking at him.
your mom isnât really skeptical about it. its also a good thing that she didnât wonder why the hell did you get sick the day after because you have no idea what will you tell her.
todayâs saturday. you skipped school yesterday and just laid on your bed the whole time.
your mind is still occupied by the big question: âwhat are you for those boys?â
they did took care of you that definitely ruin the whole concept of you being their toy and made you confused. the switch up is totally odd as well. theyâre always so rude and harsh towards you, then suddenly they went soft and gentle.
that tho, didnât change the fact that you felt used. (name)âs words kept repeating inside your mind like a broken radio.
a faint knock on your bedroom door snaps you out of you thoughts.
ây/n?â its your mom. âyou have visitors. your friends are here.â she announced that draws your brows together.
âfriends?â youâre beyond confuse.
nobody ever visited you, and more importantly, what friends? while feeling a little disoriented, you forced yourself out of the bed then faced the mirror once.
the smile on your motherâs face is bright, looking so delighted. she feels excited by this visit sheâs referring to, you can tell by how she ushered you down the staircase.
âmom, wait.â you tried calming her down because you canât think properly on who those friends sheâs talking about.
âcome on! theyâre waiting.â and finally, you made it to the last step then she almost drag you to the spacious living room.
your lips gapped when you saw them dominates the sofa set by the middle. its just the four of them but it seem too crowded. maybe because theyâre all so tall and now the average looking sofa looks a bit small for them.
they all whipped their heads on your direction the moment you stepped inside. you cannot exactly tell the look on their faces. your mom smiles and tugs your arm lightly.
âthey said theyâve been worried, sweetie. why didnât you told them that youâre sick?â she pouts.
you blinked, pushing the tears back inside your eyes. its a bit annoying. how you planned to ignore them after what happened and now you can feel your heart warms up just by seeing them here. how all the courage to finally end it dissipates along with your anger for the four fine men in front of you.
its kind of sickening. you find yourself pathetic for actually letting them affect you this way. they make you feel worthless, but at the same time theyâre the only ones who can make you feel special.
âiâm s-sorry, it slipped off my mind.â you sniffed and tried to hide the real emotion through a half-smile.
your mom totally bought that reason. she hums and then she can hear a faint ringing from the other side of the house.
âoh! that must be my workmate. iâll leave you guys here, okay? i will order food for you guys.â she coos and then exits the living room, leaving you alone with them.
their eyes settles at you, flashing with an foreign look on it. that made you feel uneasy so you glanced away.
âsweets,â jake was the first one to approach you closer, reaching for your arm.
his heart sank when you yank it back, declining his affection. he looks surprised and he wanted to try again, but he doesnât want to push it.
âwhy are y-you here?â your voice cracks and looked at them one by one.
jay looks concerned, heeseung have his usual calm composure and sunghoonâs brows are furrowed. you canât tell if heâs mad or worried. he stood up, stopping himself to advance towards you. he doesnât want to scare you.
âwe just want to check on you...â sunghoon says in his softest tone. he licked his lips, blinking multiple times to try and calm himself.
your view of sunghoon got covered when jake steps closer, his brows furrowed hardly and eyes glistening with sadness. his hand hangs mid way, attempting to get in touch of you, craving it.
âwe got worried when you skipped class yesterday. we tried to call you, sweetheart.â jake looks desperate. it slightly broke your heart seeing him this way. his mischievous smile long gone.
âbut you ignored all of us...â it was jay who talked this time.
you gave him a short glance. the stare stays for a while before you pursed your lips to sigh heavily. chest tightens and mind all messed up.
âwhat happened, sweets?â jake steps closer.
out of all of them, heâs the most touch deprived. one day without you and heâs all over the place. not to mention that youâve been ignoring all of them. none of their attempts to contact you became successful and its sending him in distress.
you glanced at him then took a step backward. it pinned him on his position, eyes blank. jake looks in pain, but you looked much worst.
heeseung may seem calm, but behind this composed demeanour is his mind being a mess. heâs in panic. he never seen you this way and honestly heâs not prepared. he gulps and tries to gather himself.
âjake...â he calls his friend to stop him from advancing more.
as expected, he didnât listen and attempts to take another step but a tear escaping your eye is what halts him from doing so. they never seen you this bothered and terrified before.
âsweets...â jake almost chokes on air when he softly tries to call you.
âp-please leave.â your breaths heavy, and chest painful from thinking that youâll be ending what you have with them
its messed up. its very wrong. the set up is fucked up, but you canât deny that youâve gained more than you lost from thisâwhatever you call this.
it may sound exaggerated, but you think you saw all of their faces lose color. their eyes flickers fear and shoulders hangs low after hearing what you said.
âs-sweets...â jakeâs voice cracks, trying to earn some sympathy. he never done that. he isnât someone so weak. he always know where he stand and his power he holds over people. but not at the moment, specially not in front of you.
heeseung clenches his jaw to hide his trembling lips. he unclasped his fist, realizing heâs been doing that ever since youâve walked inside the room.
jayâs in shambles. he doesnât know what to feel at the moment. heâs always been the nonchalant one. never shown that thereâs a weak spot in him. but now that you seem to be slipping away from him, heâs lost. he can feel his heart aching, hands shaking and breaths shorten.
sunghoonâs silent. his eyes never left you, fists balled tightly. heâs cursing himself. for being so ruthless and aggressive. heâs blaming it all to him and his friends. theyâre so selfish. and youâre just too perfect. you did nothing wrong. it was all on them.
ây/n,â heeseung licks his lips and this time he trudges closer. jake glances at him, eyes full of hope. maybe his heeseung hyung can fix this mess. he can, right? thatâs what echoes inside his mind.
âangel...â he gulps and you noticed how heâs a little off right now. heâs far from the reserve and calm, heeseung youâre used to.
he looks... anxious. the fear and trepidation flashes clearly through his eyes. something youâve never seen before.
âtell me whatâs wrong, hmm? weâll talk about it.â he says using his calmest tone. âweâll figure things out.â
that caught you off-guard. if thereâs something about these four men have in common is that they love being in control of you. they get off seeing fear and watching you submit to them.
so to hear him saying those words are new for you. talk? will they really listen? what if they just laugh at you if you opened it up to them.
those questions clouded your mind to the point that you didnât notice jake approaching closer. heeseung wanted to stop him, but he knew thereâs no preventing jake from getting close. its either he lets him or heâll completely lose it.
jakeâs warm hands wraps over your wrist is what snaps you back in to your senses.
âsweets...â he calls you. his eyes scanned your face and wait if youâll resist his affection once again.
he gulps, hope igniting when you didnât shove his hold off. he took a step closer and this time cups your face. your cheeks warm that sent comfort to jake.
âtell us whatâs wrong...â he whispers, pleading. he rest his forehead on top of yours and shut his eyes. âplease.â he added.
that made you cry. because you got scared. youâre afraid to confront them because it may end everything.
âwhat a-am i to you, really?â you started that caught them off-guard.
ây-you guys...â they kept their stares right at your face, waiting attentively to what youâre about to say.
âyou treat me like a toy. youâre playing with me like as if i d-donât have feelings.â
if the scene moments ago hurts them, then this surely broke everything in them. they were silent for a while. reflecting to all the things theyâve done so far to you. yes, they were a little less insolent the other day, but what they did to you probably made you misunderstand it.
jake was the first one to retract, âwhat? no, sweetheart.â he licks his lips and cares your cheeks gently. he shakes his head continuously.
âwe...â he gulps, nervous. he locks his gaze at you and softens, tears brimming his eyes. âi love you.â he blurted out that made you hitch your breath.
that obviously is not what you expected to get from him. specially from jake. heâs the player, always have girls around him. youâve never heard him say those words to anyone.
your eyes stares right at his desperate ones, trying to search for any traces of mischief over them. but none. sincerity and desperation is all you can see through them.
a warm hand rests at the small of your back then someone rests his forehead at the side of your head. his familiar manly scent invades your nose.
jayâs eyes are tightly closed when you try to glance at him. his jaw clenched hard as his hand bore onto your back.
âiâm sorry if you misunderstood us, baby. thatâs not how we want things to escalate.â he mumbles so softly. nuzzling close to you, like as if it will help ease those pain away.
it made you sob. heeseung approaches and his friends gave space for him. he grabs one of your hand and caress it. while staring at your eyes, he placed a gentle kiss on it while the other two boys tries to hugs you. jakeâs got his face buries on the crook of your neck, jay remains standing beside you.
âiâm sorry, angel. we...â he couldnât continue right away. he gulps. âwe didnât know this is how you feel.â
tears streams down your face. continuously. and your chest aches, but this time its for a different reason. you didnât expect any of these. you imagined them scoffing and laughing at you for actually catching feelings for them. they basically mistreated you.
jake tightens his hug on you, refusing to let go. his warmth envelopes you. jay has his hand placed at the small of your back, caressing it up and down. heeseung has your hand, kissing it from time to time.
the three of them whispered their sorries. they totally feel bad. as your eyes roams around, it caught sunghoonâs.
heâs still standing at his place. didnât move a step. heâs just there, watching all of this unfold. his heart aches, thatâs for sure. he wanted to come close to you too just like how his friends are trying to console you, but his feet are stoned.
he cannot do it. heâs afraid.
out of all of them, heâs the meanest. he says the most hurtful and degrading words towards you. of course, he meant none of them. heâs just caught up in the moment and to the thought of dominating you.
his heart drops at the sight of your tear stained eyes. all those times heâs been rough on you flashes back through his mind like a montage. he hates it. he hates himself.
heeseung whips his head back to look over his shoulder. he can see how sunghoon has his fists balled. how he looked scared. heâs never seen him this way.
âdude.â he calls.
jake lifts his head to look at his friend, jayâs watching too. sunghoon kept silent, his lips shaken.
âh-hoon?â you called him out, now starting to feel worried by how heâs acting.
sunghoonâs eyes stings as it heats up. he knew heâs tearing up, but he wonât let you see him shed tears. not because heâs trying to mask it ouy, but 'cause he knew it will make you even sadder. heâs scared that he will cause more damage.
his eyes met his heeseung hyung and he nods with a small encouraging smile. the four of them grew up together. theyâve known each other their whole life, so he knew why sunghoonâs not approaching.
its not because heâs mad. heâs being careful. and sunghoonâs never been like this towards someone.
sunghoon gulps then take small courageous steps. your eyes watch him carefully, waiting patiently.
when heâs steps away from you, his eyes softens and you saw how his hand trembles when he lifts it to touch you. he backs out, hesitating to lay his hand on you.
âiâm sorry.â he says in a low voice.
it was such a short sentence but the amount of emotion his eyes shows is enought to let you know that he has so many more that he wants to say.
your eyes scanned his face. slowly, you laid your hand out for him. its a way to let him know that its fine and that you allow him to touch you.
his eyes darts at it. he contemplates, but eventually reaches out. your warm hands sent comfort to sunghoonâs cold ones. it gave him life.
âiâm sorry, pretty. w-weâre really sorry.â he mumbles as he buries his face on your neck. his big figure almost covers you up from heeseungâs perspective.
they watch silently. thankful that youâre just too nice to even let them be this close to you. they exchange look to each other and knew they had to do something to make it up to you.
âforgive us, angel. weâll do better from now on.â heeseung says and rest his big hands on your hip.
you looked at him and kept silent.
honestly, youâve been thinking of ending it between them. the amount of stress and overthinking youâve been going through because of them was unhealthy. you promised that after confronting them and if they confirmed that theyâre just here for the fun, youâll bolt out.
but... this is totally a big turn of events.
your lips stretched a little. a subtle gentle smile, but still visible to their eyes are what relieved them.
âokay.â
jake rushes closer and kisses your cheeks multiple times. âreally, sweets? thank you! i love you!â he excitedly mumbled between his kisses.
you felt sunghoonâs big strong arms wrapping tightly around your waist.
âthanks, baby. we will try our best.â jay caught your attention when he rest his hand on top of your head, giving it light taps.
the corner of his lips lifts before leaning to kiss you on the lips. âi love you.â he whispers, like he doesnât want the other boys to hear. like it was only meant for you.
jake steps in, the sulky boy in him coming out. âkiss me on the lips too!â he argues and pouts his plump lips.
jay snorted and swat his arms. you chuckles and lets him lean in for a swift kiss. his eyes sparkling after that smooch.
heeseungâs hands digs on your hip as he leans silently to drop a kiss on your lips. it was soft and lasts for a few seconds. when he pulls away, he remains close and smiles.
âthank you, angel. weâll be good boyfriends. right?â he says and looks at his friends which they responded with nods.
you blushed, âb-boyfriends?â surprised.
heeseung smirks then nods, âyouâre our girl.â he pinches your cheeks lightly. ânot some toy.â
sunghoon places a kiss on your neck then pulls away. his eyes bores to you. they glisten affection and relief.
âour pretty girl.â he whispers and dips his head to give you a feathery hot kiss on the lips.
your eyes opens when he pulls away.
âwe need to work on our issues in order for this to work. we donât want another misunderstanding like this.â heeseung announces.
âdo you have anything else you donât like, angel? except from us being total assholes...â he cleared his throat.
your mind wonders. âi d-didnât like what we did the last time. its o-overwhelming...â
they all looked at you with cute eyes then jay chuckles. âi mean she did passed out that time. her stamina couldnât handle it.â he says.
heeseung nods, âat least we get to try it once, right?â he smirks, the memories of the night still lingers to his mind.
you blushed and glanced away.
âis that all, angel?â
you look back at heeseung and nodded.
âplease stop being aggressive.â you reminded, ears turning red.
they almost cooed at how adorable you looked.
âwe promise.â they say almost in unison then approaches for a group hug with you in the middle, making sure they arenât squishing you too much.
âbut we can still do threesome, right?â jake asks innocently that made all of you whip your heads at his direction.
âjake!â they all hissed at him for still being horny despite the wholesome situation that only made you chuckle.
âhi!â you shyly greets when you saw heeseung outside of your house, leaning over his black audi.
its monday morning and youâre beyond surprise to receive a text message from him saying heâll be picking you up for school. of course you got excited. this will be the first time.
âgood morning, beautiful.â he smirks and snakes his arms around your waist to pull you closer.
your cheeks blushed at his words then stomach churns when he leans in for a kiss. it seems so natural. like this is your usual morning routine.
âget in.â he instruct and even open the door for you.
once inside, he swiftly walks around to ride the driverâs seat. then off you go. it was a short drive, but it isnât awkward. heeseungâs asking questions from time to time to start a conversation while a low music plays on his radio.
the moment his car enters the parking area designated for the students, you saw familiar boys. jayâs leaning over his car while jake and sunghoon bickers about something.
âoh theyâre early.â you mumble because usually you arrive first.
heeseungâs always on time since heâs the schoolâs president. jay and jake arrives at school just on time. sunghoonâs the one always late, unless he have his morning practices.
their heads whips at your direction once they heard the familiar blaring of heeseungâs car. jake turns his back over hoon then waves like an excited puppy. he for sure cannot see you yet as the car is heavily tinted, but it made you smile. heâs so cute.
heâs on your side of the door once heeseungâs done parking it. he waits until the carâs unlocked and then open it for you.
âsweetheart!â he greets happily then hugs you.
heeseung shakes his head while smirking then unclasped your seatbelt for you as youâre busy greeting jake, returning his hug.
jay and sunghoon walks closer as well then hoon went to grab your things from the backseat. he naturally carries it, letting one strap hangs on his arm.
âhey, baby.â jay greets and placed a kiss on your cheek.
âhi jay.â
âi arrived earlier than both of them!â jake interrupts, proudly letting you know how heâs very punctual today.
âwow, thatâs great jakey.â you complimented him and his eyes sparkles.
âyeah, right. youâre so childish.â sunghoon commented before leaning towards you for his kiss.
all of you walks on the hallways together. sunghoon and heeseungâs is a few steps ahead while jakeâs beside you telling you about his dog. even showing you her cute pictures and bragging how sheâs the smartest dog ever. which sunghoon quickly argues that his dog is much better.
jayâs on your other side, silently listening to his friendâs playful banters. heâs very used to it already and slowly, you too.
curious eyes follows the five of you. thereâs a hint of surprise and judgment through them. some are whispering, some just stares with mouth slightly gapped and others just donât care.
honestly, it bothers you. their eyes carefully watching you is making you uneasy. it felt so weird being watched that it makes you wonder how these boys got used to this.
jakeâs warm hand envelops yours that caught your attention. he smiles, his red plump lips distracting you.
âdonât mind them, sweets. theyâre just jealous.â he whispers, eyes staring straight at yours.
with blushing cheeks, you blinked twice. âw-why? because iâm with you guys?â
he shakes his head and leans closer, his lips grazing your ears that made your stomach drop. âbecause youâre ours.â
to say that your face turns red is an understatement. your heart races and he just winks then continues talking about other things.
when you arrived at the classroom, theyâre all looking curiously. wondering why these boys are acting this way around you. as far as they remember, they used to bully you around. basically why you end up becoming a loner.
âhere, pretty.â sunghoon says and placed your things at the side of the chair. you thanked him and he just smiled before walking to his seat.
jay and heeseung did the same but jake remains near you, pouting hardly.
âcanât i move seats?â he complains.
you chuckle and cares his arm, âgo to your seat now, jakey.â
he sighs and wants to lean to give a kiss but stops himself. you did talked about them not to do pda in public or at least when around a lot of people. not everyone is open for this kind of relationship, you just donât want any issues.
âjake, stop being sulky and sit down.â jay calls him then rolls his eyes.
the said boy just raises his fist and showed his middle finger to his friend. you chuckled and just sat down so jake can go to his chair.
eventually, the homeroom teacher walks inside for morning reminders. she mentioned the upcoming fieldtrip which slightly riles you up. youâre excited to go at the museums and such.
during the breaktime, the boys accompanied you. sunghoon and jake to be specific. the other two are busy on student council so its just the three of you.
âwhat do you want to eat, doll?â sunghoon asks while pulling a chair for you.
jakeâs playing with the edge of your hair while watching you carefully.
âanything is fine.â
hoon nods once, âiâll order for you.â
âthank you, hoon.â with a smile.
he smirks then squeezed your hand before walking off. jake and you sat down at the table.
âdid heeseung hyung told you already?â he starts.
âabout?â
âheâs taking you out on a date later.â he says casually while doing something to his phone. his forehead narrows, very focus.
âa d-date?â
he hums, answering your question with a short nod. heâs not looking at you, still hooked to his phone. âwhere?â
he shrugs, âhave no idea.â
your heart hammered just by the thought of going on a date with thee lee heeseung. yes, they did said that theyâll make it up to you and that confirmed your relationship with them, but sometimes it still donât sink in.
theyâre your boyfriends...
your eyes caught the glimpse of what jakeâs doing and you got distracted. its a picture of you. that was the first time you saw it.
âis that me?â
jake whips his head at you then smiled, âyes! iâm putting you as my wallpaper.â then he clicked something before locking it and opening the screen to show you.
its a candid picture of you. you forgot when it was, but it was obvious that youâre unaware of him taking that photo. youâre focused on something.
âbeautiful, isnât it?â his smug smirk looked adorable. he cocked his eyebrow once, smirking wider. âthatâs my girlfriend.â
you blushed even harder. âstop it.â
he chuckled, finding you adorable. instead of stopping, he stared more intensely making you even more flustered.
âj-jake..â and you glance away.
âfine, iâll stop.â finally, he glances away, his big grin not wiping off.
sunghoon arrives afterwards and the three of you enjoys the time together before going back to your class.
during your vacant, some of your classmates are doing random things inside the room. you find it a waste to just do nothing and remembered about the history assignment.
you stood up and instantly, four heads whips at your direction. when the bell rang and one of the students announced that it was your vacant, they all naturally gathered around you.
âwhere are you going?â they almost ask at the same time.
âa-at the library.â you answered, shy that all of their attention is now directed at you. its slowly becoming a habit, but thatâs something you will never get used to.
âiâll go with you.â heeseung was quick to stand up and fix his uniform slightly before carding his soft black hair once.
you gulped, âo-okay...â and your eyes dropped at the three boys who remains sitting down.
sunghoon smiles, âsee you later, doll. iâm sleepy.â he reasons then leans over his table.
jay just smiled. jake have this pout on his lips. âi really want to coââ his words got interrupted when jay covered his mouth.
âshut up.â
heeseung covers your line of sight from them then flashes this soft smile. âletâs go?â he says and just like being hypnotized by his gaze, you nod your head.
heeseung ushered you to the library, asking what youâre going there for. once informed about the assignment, he said that heâs already finished with his so heâll just help you.
you canât help but to be at awe for this man. can he be more perfect? heâs good in everything.
he find you guys a vacant table and asked you to sit down. he said he will look for the book he used and you thanked him. it didnât took long before you saw him walking back with a handful of books. strangely, he fits this image well.
youâre in complete trance when he walked closer then placed it on the table. he then started pointing the references he used and told you that you can gather information from those articles then summarize it to your own words.
that was plenty for you. considering it will save you time doing this assignment. with a small smile you thank him then proceed on focusing on the task. heeseung sat beside you and watch how your brows draws closer.
his grin grew wider and fingers starting playing through his lower lip. his stares never left you then it slowly trailed down from your brows to your nose and then lips. those damn lips...
he inhaled and licked his lip, cleared his throat in the most silent way.
now, he went here with you with the most genuine intention of helping you. but then his thoughts are starting to wonder into something... inappropriate.
you did said that you only disapprove of them being mean and aggressive, right? being horny is not mentioned. so you probably wonât mind if he fingers you knuckle deep right now.
god, just by thinking of it, heeseungâs already salivating.
besides, its not his fault that you look so innocent and very pretty looking all serious.
he rests his hand on your thigh that made you jolt in surprise. you blinked twice then turns your head at his direction. heâs giving you this lazy look while biting over his lips.
your chest hammered and stomach churns when he started caressing your thighs gently. making sure you can feel his rough palms rubbing against your exposed skin.
âh-heeseung...â
he raised an eyebrow, âyes, angel?â he asks innocently like as if heâs not doing trailing his hands upwards into your inner skirt.
âw-weâre in the library...â and you roam your eyes trying to check if thereâs people near enough to get suspicious of whatâs going on under the table.
âexactly. go study.â he says with a grin.
âw-what are you doing? they might seeââ
âshh, donât worry. just be a good girl and do your assignment, okay?â and he leans to drop a kiss on the side of your head, ushering you to continue doing your work.
after staring at him for a while and realizing he ainât going to stop, you decided to just go with it. besides, you canât hide the arousing feeling that slowly poisoning your whole system. your head starting to get fuzzy, core getting wet as he started to trace the line of your pussy.
you hummed, teeth sunk onto your lower lip in attempt to stop any moans that wants to come out. âungh,â
he chuckles sexily, âtry to be quiet. weâre at the library after-all.â he whispered.
he pulls his hand out then gave it a lick before dipping it back in. âopen your legs for me, please.â he demanded in a very soft tone.
youâre already in deep thoughts, unable to even respond properly and just obliged his dirty desires. once he have a better access, heeseung pushes your underwear to touch you bare.
his fingers are hot and rough. feels so good. he started on your clit, rubbing it in a very delicious way.
âfuck, youâre so wet.â he curses, enjoying how your face contorts out of pleasure. pleasure that heâs currently giving you.
âh-hee..â you calls him.
he smirks, loving the way youâre so needy for his fingers.
âall right, i'm going in angel. focus on your assignment.â he stated like as if its even possible to do that. but you tried to pull yourself together. heaved a sigh then looked at the books in front of you. none of the words made sense, but thatâs not important.
your mouth slightly gaps as he inserted one finger inside you. the stretch felt so good it makes you want to moan loudly.
âshh.â he reminded, chuckling.
heâs enjoying it. heâs loving it as much as youâre loving being finger fucked.
he didnât stopped and put another finger. he let it rest inside, trying to take time feeling your tightness around his long fingers. he wants to imagine it to be his dick and he bet it will feel heaven. he shove that thought right away, he needs to focus on you.
âyouâre so tight around me, angel.â he whispered huskily. âeven after being fucked by all of us, youâre still so fucking tight.â he started talking in nasty way.
the way he say it in a calm tone just hits in a different way. you gulped and breath out, calming yourself.
âp-please.â
he smirks and gave you another kiss on the side of your head. he started moving his fingers that almost sent your soul out of your body. the way his fingers moved in and out in your tight hole just feels perfect.
he continues, slowly catching his pace that just added to your pleasure. one of your hand grips over his thighs, squishing it that he quickly find adorable.
âhow i wish its my tongue inside that hole, angel.â he says that he truly means.
you whimpered lowly and tried to keep your eyes open. the words on the book starting to became blurry. it went on for a while until you feel a knot forming on your stomach. a sign that youâre already close.
âheeseung...â you calls out.
he chuckles then rutt his fingers even faster making you whimper softly. you glance at him and he already knew that youâre close. from the way your eyes are half-lidded and teeth digging unto your lips, you are definitely about to release.
he fucks deeper and just a few moments after you came to his fingers, head hanging low and grip over his thighs tightening. you shake lightly that made him chuckle, leaning his head closer to kiss you by the head.
âyou did so well.â he complimented then kept on thrusting in and out in a slow pace, helping you ride your high.
once you calmed down, he pulls it out making you wine. he stares at you then shamelessly took his fingers over his lips to suck it. your eyes grew and cheeks blushed hardly.
âheeseung!â
he smirks, âi deserve a reward, donât you think?â then he winks at you making you lose your mind. heâs going to be the death of you.
âbye baby.â jay smiles and kisses you gently before moving away to give way for sunghoon. heâs already holding his helmet by one of his hand.
âbye, pretty.â he says with a playful grin over you.
you smiled before pouting, âplease drive safely.â
his eyes soften after what you said and leans in again for another kiss. âi will, i promise.â
you nodded and a sulking jake came into your view.
âbye sweets.â he says half-heartedly that made you chuckle then insisted for a kiss just to ease his bad mood.
sunghoon rolls his eyes then grabbed his sulking friend by his uniform and drag him out of there. jake complains and started to argue, but jay helped to drag him away.
heeseung sighs and snaked his arm over your waist, âletâs go?â
you glance at him then nod your head once before going to his car. he opened the door like always and guides your inside.
âwhere are we going?â
he glances, âiâm taking you to our small vacation house by the lake.â he smiles.
you smiled back, âhmm. okay.â
âi called your mom and told her iâll get you home a little late.â
âyou called her?â youâre surprised he even remembered telling it to her.
âyes. i donât want her to be worried or get you in trouble.â he says while eyes fixed at the road.
you pout your lips and looked at more with so much adoration. that was so sweet of him. you can feel your heart races and butterflies going crazy inside your stomach.
heesueng notices your stares and chuckles, âwhy?â
you shake your head, âits just youâre so sweet. it makes my heart melt.â
his smile grew wider, totally proud that he made you feel more special.
âanything for you.â
he said it will took a bit time to get there so you guys went to drive thru so he can buy some food you can eat while on the way. while on the way, you naturally fall into conversations, giggling and teasing each other.
it feels so good. heeseung used to be very intimidating for you. his serious demeanor and the way he seems so calm about everything just makes you feel agitated around him. but eventually, he starts to feel warm. like someone you can entrust yourself fully. they all feel that way, honestly. but heeseungâs the most reliable one, you must admit.
when he noticed your eyelids looking heavier, he chuckles and told you that you can sleep for a while.
âbut how about you?â feeling a little bad that youâll leave him driving.
he smiles assuringly, âiâll be fine, angel.â
and with that you slowly dozed off. he lets you sleep until youâre already pulling over the driveway of their small vacation house. its not particularly small. its actually above average, but maybe for people like him who probably have many vacation houses, this is small for him.
âcareful.â he mumbled and quickly reaches for your hand when the rocky path greets you.
the house is very cozy and simple. the clear view of the lake can be seen from the big glass windows. it was beautiful.
âyou can go roam around while i set our food inside the fridge.â heeseung says then kisses you at the head before heading to the kitchen.
your eyes wanders around with curiosity and admiration. everything looks expensive. your eyes darted at the table filled with picture frames. with full curiosity, your feet trudges closer.
âwow...â was the first word that came out from your mouth. you can see pictures of their family. his dad and mom. him and his older brother.
âcutie!â you exclaimed when you saw heeseungâs baby picture. he does resembles him that you can tell right away that it was him.
your smiling ear to ear then fished your phone to take a snap of that pic. after getting satisfied with your shots, you slowly head over the small balcony where you can see the lake.
âwow, its so refreshing.â you mumble under your breath then leaned over the railings, letting the wind blow onto you.
you jolted when a pair of arms wrapped over your waist. âenjoying the view?â
ây-yes.â
heeseung kisses your cheeks then place his chin on your shoulder. the two of you admired the view while holding that position. the breeze is kind of cold, but heeseungâs hug kept you warm.
âdo you want to walk around for a bit before we start dinner?â he asks then finally pulls away.
your eyes sparkles, âyes!â
he chuckles, finding you adorable then leans down. âgive me a kiss first.â
your cheeks blushed then blinked twice. the two of your stares at each other for a while until you decided to give in to his request. a big satisfied smile spread across his handsome face then stand back up.
âletâs go.â and he intertwined your fingers.
looking at the lake in a much nearer distance gave you comfort and peace. you never thought watching the soft currence while holding heeseungâs warm hands can make your heart race.
âdo you know when i started liking you?â heeseung breaks the silence.
you craned your neck to glance at him, eyes flashing curiosity. âwhen?â
he stares at your for a while before chuckling lightly then pinching your cheeks.
âyou look adorable, but i have to resist. come on, try to guess.â
his compliment and how he said that using his softest tone soothes something in your heart. it made you blush instantly. despite all of it, you tried to guess like how he requested.
âwhen you started this thing with me?â that was the first one that came in your mind.
you barely remember any interaction with lee heeseung before all of this.
his brows narrowed, âthis thing?â he sighs. ârelationship, angel. thatâs how you call it properly.â he says using a salty tone.
you chuckled and just nods as acknowledgement. he kept his stares, his eyes returning to being gentle and full of affection. a small genuine smile then appears over his lips.
heeseungâs out of words to describe how precious you are for him. heâs usually good on saying the things he wanted to say, but with you his thoughts are starting to be messed up. thereâs just so much he wanted to say yet he donât know where to start.
âit was on seventh grade.â he stated that made your lips gap.
7th grade? but youâre already on eleventh grade. still surprised, you cannot say anything.
âduring that time i experienced my first loss. it may be nothing for a normal high-school kid, but for someone who comes from a perfectionist family who doesnât accept defeat, it is a pretty big deal.â
instantly, you feel slightly bad. of course, youâve heard about his family. they are pretty strict when it comes to him. maybe thatâs why heâs very reserved because he has no time for failure. theyâve put too much pressure on him.
your free hand extends and travels from his arm towards his neck, up to his face. slowly, he relaxes to your touch.
âi remember feeling so worthless while staring blankly at my silver medal.â he resumes telling you the story.
âwhile i stare with despair at it, already imagining the disappointed look from my father, someone approaches me.â he stops.
âguess who?â he smirks. âi'll give you a clue.â then smirk grew wider.
âsheâs very pretty and currently holding me softly right now.â
âme?â you wonder.
he nods. âyou were pretty amazed at my silver medal.â he states, a big smile on his face now.
just the emotion he was showing was enough to tell how delighted he is by reminiscing that moment.
âi was actually annoyed at first because i thought you were mocking me.â he chuckled and you pout jokingly.
âhey, youâre so judgemental.â
he shrugs his shoulders. âcanât blame me, angel. i was still very introverted that time.â
âyouâre still a little introvert now.â
he cocked his eyebrow and you did the same thing, staring back. that made him chuckle.
âokay, maybe youâre right.â he surrenders then drop a kiss on your forehead.
âand then what happened?â you curiously asked.
he smiled. âthen i told you harshly that whatâs so great for second place?â he continued.
you grow silent then tries hard to recall the memory.
âand then you said,â you glanced at him, eyes starting to water a bit.
âthat thereâs nothing wrong with being second place. that it doesnât mean that you failed or you didnât won. that instead of being sad, you should take it as a chance to become better. that it only means you still have a room to grow.â you finished it that made him smile.
âright...â
âhee...â eyes brimming with tears already. âthat was years ago.â you stated, couldnât believe that he started to get interested that time.
his eyes dropped at your intertwined hand and he raised it to gently place a kiss on top of it.
âhee...â you mumbled again, this time voice cracking a little.
he smiles, âsorry if we approached you the wrong way. we just really donât know what to do.â his eyes sparkles, getting a bit teary as well.
âi-itâs okay... i didnât know.â
he chuckles, âobviously. youâre too dense to notice.â
âhey!â you playfully shoot him glares that he just laughed at before leaning in to give you a kiss.
the two of you stared at each other affectionately, enough to communicate what your hearts wants to tell one another.
âi know that with all the responsibilities and the expectation from your parents, it felt heavy. like you feel that you canât be flawed.â you started.
âbut for me youâre just perfect the way you are. with your achievements and failures.â those words tugs his heartstrings, a tear escaping his eye.
the moment you two steps inside the vacation house, heeseungâs lips are attached to you. his kisses are gentle yet passionate. his hands holds you closely to his hot body.
his kisses moves from your lips, down to your chin then neck making sure to suck on your skin making you moan, fingers tangled on his hair.
he slid his arm over your legs then carries you towards the bedroom. he went back to your lips and kisses you once again.
he gently placed you on the bed hovering above you, his hand starting to remove your clothes. and you let him.
when he pulls away, you try to even chase him that made him chuckle.
âwait, angel. iâll just remove my clothes.â
your eyes trailed down his now erect member.
âd-do you want me to...?â
he smiles then shakes his head, âno. today, its just about you.â
then he kisses you again, resuming on discarding every clothing that you still have on you. once fully unclothed, he positions himself in front of you. he started rubbing his head on your now wet core.
your brows narrowed and whimpers sexily.
âiâll go in now, okay?â he glanced at you and a nod is all you gave him.
and while your eyes staring back at each other, heeseung pushes his dick inside. the stretch feels so good, his thick cock making you moan his name. it made him satisfied, hearing you getting comfortable on letting out your moans.
âthatâs right, let me hear you.â he whispered then pinned your hand on the sides, intertwining his fingers to yours.
he lets you get more comfortable with having him inside and connects his lips on yours again, couldnât get enough of your lips. his tongue pushes in, wanting to taste every insides of your mouth.
when he started to move, your head starts to get blank. nothing inside but the man above you and making you feel this good.
he slides in and out. starting with a slow pace then going faster. he thrusts deep and fast sending so much pleasure.
âheeseung...â you moaned after his lips moves away.
âi love you, angel.â he suddenly said that made your heart jumped. you didnât have the chance to say anything as he leans in for a peck.
âi love you so damn much.â and then start thrusting even faster.
âi...â you pursed your lips, eyes shuts as the pleasure from his dick takes away your ability to think and speak properly.
âi..â you attempted again, opening your eyes so you can look at his pretty face.
âlove you too...â you finally finished it.
heeseungâs heart thumped faster and he fucked you even harder. he smiles and leans in for another heated kiss. he loves and adore you.
he continues drilling his cock inside until he felt you tightening around him, indicating the approaching release. he kisses your chin.
âcumming for me, angel?â
you open your mouth, âyes. feel so good.â
he smirks, âi know. pussy so good for me.â and then he rut his cock deeper.
âiâm cumming too..â he announces, feeling the knot on his stomach.
âcum with me.â he orders then attach his lips before going rapidly.
not long after you came around heeseung then he filled you with his hot cum. he pulls away to look at your fucked out face, brushing off some hair. he smiles.
âi love you.â he whispers, still going in and out but in a slower pace. riding both your highs.
you opened your eyes and reaches for his face. this time, you lift your head to give him a sweet kiss with a smile on your face. then you laid back down, staring lovingly at him.
his thrust starts to go faster again and a playful smirk spreads across his handsome face, some of his hairs sticks on his forehead due to sweat.
âround two, angel.â and then you let out a whimper from both pleasure and overstimulation.
the two of you spent the rest of the time just going for each other. heeseung making sure you felt how special you are for him.
lee heeseung is scared of failing. always aiming to be the best and to be perfect. heâs too obsessed on pleasing his parents to the point that he almost lose himself. but with you, he felt at ease. he felt safe and confident knowing that despite all his flaws and just being his true self, heâs still admirable.
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AN: Okay, first of all, I love your mind @machveil. We all know Service!Top!Simon is the best Simon and I love fluff so much. So here <3
TW/CW: mentions of children and some angst, cursing
You walked around the furniture store, practically mourning the loss of that good table. Yes, it was beautiful and you loved it, but half a goddamn million for it? Hell no.
Your husband trudged alongside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. "We can look tomorrow? See if any other stores have whatcha like?" He tilts his head and you shake yours no.
"But I liked that one..." You grumble, before snapping your eyes back to him. "Do not buy that table Simon Riley. It is way too expensive. We can get a new one but...not in the mood to go anywhere else."
He chuckles, shaking his eyes, a few strands of dirty blonde hair falling into his face. Gentle eyes settling onto you. "You know me too well."
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Your eyes flutter open to the sound of Simon pulling into the garage, stretching out your poor muscles you slip off the bed. Bare feet touching the cold hard floor as you padded silently to the stairs.
Rubbing your still sore hickey covered neck and pulling down Simon's giant t-shirt, which you used as an impromptu nightgown, you headed down the stairs.
he hasn't come in yet, which was odd, unless their were groceries which wouldn't make any sense..? Your hand reaches for the door and suddenly it swings open, startling you. Blocking the inside with his body, he stares down at you.
"Simon, honey, are you okay?" You try to peak into the garage. But he moves to block your gaze.
"Its a surprise. Will take a long time so you can't use the garage for a bit. I promise it's worth it hun."
You stare at him, slowly nodding as you raise a brow. "What is it?"
He huffs in amusement. "What does 'secret' mean ta ya sweetie?"
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Your husbands warm rough hand covered your eyes, your own feeling around so you didn't bump into anything. A giggle starts to bubble up in your chest. Down the steps carefully, his gentle voice murmuring in his ear.
"Okay...here we are. Ready?" You nod, his hand falling from your face. Eyes flutter open as you gaze upon a new table settled in the dining room.
"Oh...my God. You bought one?" You turn to meet him, raising a brow. "It's gorgeous but how expensive-"
"I made it." He cuts you off, his chest slightly puffed up in pride. A smile starting to bloom on his scarred lips. Your eyes soften and you turn back to the table.
"Really? Oh my...how long did this take you?" Your hands glide over the smooth wood, it was really beautiful.
"Couple months. Learned how to work with wood and made a few knickknacks for ya too."
You cover your mouth and look at him, trying not to cry. "Oh my God....this is so sweet baby." His lips brush underneath your eye, pecking against your cheek and nose before landing on your soft lips.
"Anything for you." He sticks his hand into his pocket, pulling out a tiny duck sculpture. "Thought-" He paused, a vulnerability settling between you. "Thought I could make our babe a few toys. If you ever wanted to have one."
It's not often Simon talks about children. A deep rooted fear of his father tangled in his perception of family, a sickening bile rising up when he thinks about being like that monster.
Letting you down. Letting your baby down. The thorns of his children digging into his soul, tangled up like ivy leafs, unrelenting and tightening. He tried to hide it, but that empty feeling inside throbbed at the prospect of you, giving up any wants of a family to make him happy.
But the truth was, when his mind wandered, during long missions and saferoom escapades, he imagined you with a bundle in your arms. A scrunched up chubby face sleeping nestled inside. Handing it to him. A little girl.
The hands who held weapons, now cradling new life. The stench of death and blood replaced with newborn smell and baby powder. The ringing of bombs, screams of the innocent, and gunfire, transformed into cries and giggles of someone so small exploring.
You stare up at him, gently cradling the figure in your hand, biting your lip. "Looks real good Si." You murmur, kissing his forehead. "I love you."
"I love you more."
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concubine
a/n: I got multiple drafts, but I saw a twitter post about male concubines so. Idk I think imma dedicate this writing to @adrawinggnome cuz fantasy
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He was much too old to be your pretty little bed-warmer, Phillip fully knew that. You could have tossed him out any time you wanted and replaced him with a pretty boy from anywhere you desired. But he kept begging you to keep him, and so you did.
it was no secret to the courts or to the other concubines of your that phillip was your favorite by far, and he was very proud in showing the fact. Heâd do about anything to keep his lavish spoiled life- and of course, to keep being around you. Every passing day he spent with you had made him more and more desperate for your love, your comfort, and so he did what he could to earn it. Did everything to be praised by you, for that was the best feeling in the world to him. A simple touch and a whispered word would have him chubbing up in his silken robes that you has treated him to years ago.
he was the one you sent letters to while away. He was the one who got to sleep in your lavish bed the most. He was the one to get to be fucked stupid every time you came home from war or bustling social events
and luckily for him tonight was one of said nights. The maids had gossiped and whispered about your arrival and your mood of pent up anger from the moment you stepped inside, by the time it reached phillip? He was scrambling to get himself ready, anticipating you trudging up the steps as he tried in a hurry to clean the wine stain off his robe, to try and look perfect for you, and to make your royal bed made; since he had slept in it for half the day because he had simply missed you too much
he was frantically scurrying around till he froze, hearing the door slam open as you collapsed onto your silken bed, your armor making a sickening crack against the bed frame. You seemed more exhausted than you ever had before. Phillip, being the perfect boy he was, straddled you softly and kissed you all over, leaving pretty little smudged marks of his lipstick- a lipstick you had bought him while at a market across the damn continent of course
he took off each piece of your armor while peppering your jaw and neck with kisses, letting you rest your sore muscles while he got you more comfortable. slowly but surely stripping you down to nothing and humming at the sigh of relief at his pretty lips mouthing at your half hard cock. He truly couldnât get enough of you- your taste, your smell, your look. If he could choose, heâd die happily right in your arms; and what better way to show that then serving you like you deserve?
Phillip mouthed and kissed your tip until you were fully hard, before softly taking you all into his mouth, leaving a bright red ring around your base from his lipstick, his cheeks hollowed out and his throat spasming around your member- he could feel the tears start to dot his lashes, not that he minded.
he desperately grinded against the soft bed as he worked himself up and down, his lips stretched around your erection, teasing you with little licks and kisses on your tip every time he pulled off to catch himself from choking too badly, always wiping the slight drool and pre sliding across his jaw, smudging his lipstick.. a shame really. But at least he looked adorable under you, messy from his blonde hair to his now red cheeks from the soft tears that slid down his face
he whimpered and whined as you tugged his hair softly to rut into his throat, cumming in his silk robes when he felt you tense and paint his throat white, pulling himself off and panting, whining to go again because he âwasnât readyâ
he really was a brat, and one spoiled by you and you alone. And he loved you more then he cared to admit
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pairing: Ginger Spice daughter!reader x Max Verstappen (ex!Harry Styles
fc: Sabrina Carpenter
summary: YN and Max can't catch a break from her past, can they? So when the song is "leaked" another one can be as well. There won't be any consequences. Unless that past will text the unexpected person.
warnings: swearing, probably just that
a/n: Took me some time, but it is here!!!!
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yourinstagram oops! just an inchident on the race (in the studio) nonsense christmas remix somehow available right now???
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maxverstappen1 I've already bought the Santa Claus costume
‷ yourinstagram i'll take you for a ride?
‷ maxverstappen1 I'm available right now.
‷ landonorris not in the public comments, GUYS
‷ yourinstagram go away, lala
landonorris thank you for traumatising me once again... WHY DID YOU DO A REMIX?????
‷ yourinstagram CAUSE MY MAN KEEPS ON GIVING
‷ landonorris I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT
‷ maxverstappen1 You asked, you got an answer.
‷ landonorris go away, charles dickens
‷ yourinstagram you know it's-
‷ landonorris I DON'T WANT TO KNOW
daniericciardo Christmas dinner without Max then?
‷ yourinstagram dad won't hear this one :))
‷ christianhorner Too late, young lady.
charles_leclerc wasn't it supposed to be an album release?
‷ yourinstagram too little of an inchident to somehow release a whole album, wasn't it?
‷ yourinstagram also, can't you keep some secrets, you know, SECRET?
‷ charles_leclerc Oh!
ynupdates WHAAATT????
ynsmybestie what in the hell is this??????
ynsmymama not yn 'leaking' a song just like harry to take the spotlight. QUEEN BEHAVIOUR.
ynshands no tthe inchident
formula1wags someone's coming for that no.1 spot
maxandyn WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THE LAST SLIDE????
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maxverstappen1 Snowflakes in my stomach... Congratulations, shatje
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yourinstagram wouldn't happen without you, my love
‷ maxverstappen1 Glad to be of help.
landonorris your welcome for taking yet another sickening photo of you two
‷ yourinstagram sickening?
‷ maxverstappen1 You were just scrubbed from the New Years' party list. Good job!
‷ landonorris you wouldn't
‷ yourinstagram but i would
danielricciardo how does it feel to be the no.1?
‷ maxverstappen1 The usual.
‷ yourinstagram you're so hot
‷ maxverstappen1 Well, thank you.
‷ yourinstagram bed.
‷ danielricciardo NOT UNDER MY COMMENT. COME ONE GUYS
charles_leclerc when are you singing on a track?
carlossainz55 congratulations yn!
ynupdates how i love them
maxnadyn they are the best couple
ynsmybestie second photo taken after yn got that charles dickens
formula1fan94 not max posting his girl on ig???? who are you?
ynfan49 this is the support a girl needs!
ynfan299 not the stop in responses after yn called max to bed
‷ landonorris and why would you pu those words from your brain, through your fingertips and post here?
‷ danielricciardo are you still in love with yn?
‷ landonorris not that again
‷ ynfan94 LANDO IN LOVE WITH YN????? NO WAY
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redbullracing This is a public announcement stating that Max Verstappen is very suitable for Christmas dinner at Horner's. Big boss please say yes
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‷ redbullracing I love you, YN YSN
gerihalliwellhorner That was a very good try, Max!
landonorris someone's desperate!
danielricciardo i thought you swore to max to never post it??
‷ redbullracing challenging times call for desperate measures
danielricciardo btw! it was filmed month and months ago. mx was learning all the lyrics to impress geri
‷ yourinstagram no way!!!!! maxie
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formula1fan85 26th day without Max win be like:
charles_leclerc when are you releasing an album?
‷ yourinstagram next album: i sing, you play piano, max is background singer and dancer. deal?
‷ charles_leclerc deal.
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maxverstappen1 I liked the host's daughter.
‷ yourinstagram scandalous.
maxverstappen1 You are so beautiful.
‷ yourinstagram falling deeper in love with you with each day
landonorris I made it not only to horner's christmas party but to yn's instagram feed????
danielricciardo jpeg account when?
gerihalliwellhorner I love a full house but never thought that they can cause that much trouble.
‷ landonorris that broken lamp wasn't my fault, ms Geri
‷ charles_leclerc that red stain on the couch isn't from my wine
‷ carlossainz55 i did eat the whole cake
‷ yourinstagram and I frank that 1952 wine
lewishamilton Thank you for inviting me and Roscoe!
sebastianvettel It was a pleasure spending Christmas with you all!
georgerussell63 I've never eaten so good in my life
ynupdates not the whole f1 grid having a Christmas together??? at horner's house???
ynsmybestie oh she looked so beautiful
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ynsfan943 not yn just bringing whole grid home and destroying the house on chritians expense
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a/n: little bit of fluff with some drama and some secrets being kept. do we like it so far??
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heyyyy do you think you could write a James blurb where reader hangs with Severus and Lily (she's a Snape but it's not really common knowledge as she's a few years younger) and everyone thinks James likes to come around for Lily but it's actually for the reader? I love your work btw!!!
yes, of course!! and thank you âĄ
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tw: fluff
snape!reader, james potter x reader
A frustrated sigh escapes Severusâ lips as you flick a petal at him for what seems like the umpteenth time that evening. You can feel the quivers in Lilyâs body from where youâre laying on her lap as she laughs.
O.W.L.S. had just ended for your brother and best friend, so you dragged them down to your usual spot beneath the silver-leafed tree for a picnic. Lily was concentratedly twining vines together, crafting a daisy crown.
The light breeze caused her auburn hair to cover her face as she worked, the sun hitting her face in all the right places. She looked like some sort of heavenly wood nymph, you thought as you stared up at her. She was really really pretty.
Meanwhile, Severus was engrossed in some old, weathered-down potions book - furiously scribbling down notes for god-knows-what. Your legs were propped up on his lap as you threw the petals which occasionally fell from Lilyâs flower crown at him. His expression was growing more cross by the second.
Your brother starts to grumble at you under his breath as a petal drifts straight into his nostril. A giggle bubbles out of you as he sneezes and the petal shoots out his nose, not missing the huff of annoyance he let out.
âIf mother hadnât instructed me to take care of you,â he mutters, a hint of irritation in his tone as he rubs his nose, âI wouldâve tossed you into the black lake already.â
Lily grins, flicking your forehead as you bat your eyelashes at him playfully. âYou love me.â
âLies.â
âYou bought me a whole bag of chocolate last weekend!â
âThat was merely because-â
Your brotherâs rambling comes to a halt, his eyes suddenly narrowing as he glares at something across the field of grass. His mouth twists up into a disgruntled frown.
You follow his line of vision to see none other than James Potter stumbling towards your clique, casting dirty looks at his friends behind him as they urge him towards you.
A sigh escapes you before you can even think about it. It annoyed you greatly, whenever James came crawling after you all like a desperate dog, just for the sake of Lily.
That was all it was, you tried to convince yourself. You told yourself that the acidic burning sensation of your heart in your chest was just because it was frustrating how obsessed he was, how his eyes lit up whenever they landed on Lily, how he stumbled over his words whenever he was near.
He was annoying, a stupidly beautiful wanker with an achingly gorgeous smile and eyes so bright they could rival the stars.
But you knew why you really hated him, and it frustrated you immensely. You despised him for liking Lily, hated his guts for not liking you instead. It was sickening, the way he gazed at her. And it was even more disgusting how envy took ahold of your entire being when that happened.
It gutted you, whenever you saw him looking at your best friend with heart-eyes. But it was obvious why - she was everything a guy could ever want, and she was a perfect girl for the golden boy. How could you even think about rivalling her?
What upset you the most, though, was how Lily always seemed to ignore him, looking away and rolling her eyes when his eyes met hers. You wanted to shake her, yell at her for being so ungrateful and wrack some sense into her brain. But all you did was stare quietly at the ground whenever James was near, zoning out so you didnât have to hear the sickeningly mushy stuff which surely poured out his mouth in front of Lily.
So it was an understatement to say that your heart stopped when you heard your name coming out his mouth. You furrow your eyebrows, snapping back to the present as you press your palms down on the grass to lift your head from Lilyâs lap. âWhat?â
James was looking at you anxiously now, with that glimmer in his eyes and a nervous smile. âY/n, I um⊠I asked if youâd like to go to Hogsmeade with me? Tomorrow?â
You blink, the cogs still turning in your head. It was unfathomable, James Potter asking you out. Surely, it had to be a joke or a dare or something. Or maybe he meant to ask Lily, that was probably it. He had just asked the wrong person and was too nice to go back on his word, right?
âBut you like Lily!â you blurt out immediately, a pang of hurt overwhelming you, for both you and your best friend. Jamesâ eyebrows bunch up in puzzlement, his lips slowly twisting up into an almost comical smile. âLily? You think I like Lily?â
You were sure youâd get whiplash from how fast you turned around to look at Lily, seeing her eyebrows bunched in confusion. âSo, you donât like me, Potter?â
He chuckles, a bit of the tension leaving his muscular frame as he shakes his head. âRedhead, youâre cool and all. But Y/nâŠ.â His gaze flicks over to you, and the affection in his eyes made you want to melt into a pool of hot mush.
Lily starts to smile, before it turns into a full-blown grin and she turns to you, nudging your elbow suggestively.
âMe?â you question slowly, suspiciously. You didnât want to admit it, but your heart felt like it was going to burst even at the prospect of going out with him. âYou like me?â
James immediately nods, turning slightly red at how long it was taking him to get an acceptance from you. But then again, he thinks heâd wait a lifetime for you to say yes, and heâd wait forever even if you said no.
Just then, you hear a loud cough on your left, and turn to see Severus glaring at you with a deadpan expression on his face.
You feel an arm bristle the hair on your head as Lily reaches over from your right, mussing up your brotherâs hair. You laugh as he swats her away, tsking and cursing under his breath. âShut up, Sev. Let my girl have her moment.â
Severus, to his credit, does shut up. Though he still has that bleary, stormy look on his face.
You turn back to James, slightly dizzy as the thought began to plant itself in your brain. The smile on his face was asking a million questions, holding a hundred insecurities. Yet you knew that there was only one right answer to them all.
âYes,â you say softly, your lips beginning to curve upwards. Your heart was beating so loud, you were sure he could hear it.
âYeah?â he asks, starting to grin. He lets out an exhale and scratches the back of his head, smiling at the floor before looking back at you. âAlright, then. Iâll pick you up outside the Great Hall, 5pm.â
âOkay.â
âOkay.â He beams at you, and itâs the most beautiful youâve ever seen a person look before. âBye, Y/n. And redhead, and Snivellus.â
James winks at you before turning around, causing your heart to jump and lodge itself in your throat. He jogs back to his group of friends waiting with wide eyes and bated breath.
A moment later, you can hear the cheers and whoops from across the field.
You turn back to Severus, afraid of what youâd find. Heâs gazing at you with a terse expression on his face as you gulp anxiously.
âIâm sorry. If youâre not okay with itâŠâ
âNo. You are not going to bail out on him,â he says, the firmness in his voice catching you by surprise. âI know how long youâve been waiting for this. And this is something you need to learn to do, getting your hands on the things you want. Youâre a Snape, you always get what you want, you hear me?â
You nod helplessly.
âAnd if what you want is Potter,â he sneers, âThen Potter it is. Just donât expect me to play nice.â
A small smile graces your lips. âThank you.â You know heâd understand what you meant, all the things you were thanking him for.
You can see him start to soften, though perhaps that frown would be etched on his face permanently. He sighs, âYes, yes. Youâre welcome.â
Lily squeals and forcefully turns you towards her, gripping your hands. âThis is awesome.â
âYouâre just glad he doesnât like you.â
âAm not!â she exclaims, but the mirth in her eyes betrays her.
You sigh, smiling bemusedly as you lie back down on her lap, watching her continue to craft the flower crowns. Maybe youâd give James one tomorrow, though you doubt he could look more beautiful than he already did.
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guilty pleasures (part 1 )
m. sturniolo x reader
authors note: this picture is actually sickening, need him too bad đ€
this is all creds to my bae @iheartchrissturniolo thanks for the idea hun < 3 (part 2 including your idea yet to come)
summary: matt has a bit of a crush on his best friend, heâs fantasising ;)
warnings: smut, swearing !!
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she looked heavenly by the pool today, irresistible to the point where my heart ached. i knew i couldnât have her, iâve only been reminding myself everyday for the past 6 years and itâs agonising.
the way the droplets of water fell off her golden skin, the bikini that accentuated her curves, oh so perfectly. and knowing i chose it for her was like the cherry on top of the cake. blue- my favourite colour - and hell she knew it when she bought it, she even told me. âi wonder why you picked this oneâ i remember her slight giggle after she said it, voice like silk, one that plays in my head at night.
she drags her hand through her hair, shaking it a little to get rid of the water, and boy do i wish it was me doing that. for me to be the one to look after her, to do the small things that werenât so small to me. her eyes are closed and even though sheâs been in the water, her makeup remained flawless - not that she needed it, she was absolutely gorgeous with and without.
she didnât think this however, always telling me how she wishes she looked like anybody else. if she could only see what i see, just for a second, sheâd never think that again. sheâs better than any supermodel, the âprettiest of girlsâ according to society werenât a touch on her. plus, they didnât come with her personality- sheâs a real life angel and iâve been blessed with even being in her presence.
i would spend every minute and every hour of my day telling her every little thing i love about her from the colour of her nails to the shape of her lips, i donât care about the dents in her thighs or the stretch marks on her stomach, sheâs perfect.
sheâs walking closer to me with an arm outstretched, my eyes landing on the matching tattoo she has with me and i smile. i sometimes forget we had that done, which almost instantly brings me back to reality that she is and always will just be my best friend. i cannot afford to lose someone as special as her which is why i have to push those feelings to the side, as much as we want to be free.
her being so close to me and looking at me with those eyes, dark eyes that could mean so many things, made my cheeks blush the slightest red and i become desperate to hide this. what kind of friend blushes like a crazed guy in love when they look at them? itâs just a look, god.
âyou got a towel?â there was that voice again, a voice i wish was in my ear forever. it wasnât high - pitched nor was it deep, it was just in the middle, soothing. reminds me of the times where she held me whilst i cried, the bestest friend there is. reminds me of when she was so utterly drunk and slurring over her words, what was it again?
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âmattâ she prods at my arm, waking me up.
âwassupâ she frowns looking at my tired state, moving her hand to push hair out of my eyes.
âiâve got a secretâ i frown now, itâs 3am goddamn.
âwhatâs thatâ
âyou promise you wonât tell anyone?â those little doe eyes drive me crazy, keep looking at me like that and iâll have an accident.
âi promiseâ she leans in closer to my ear, her hot breath on my skin.
âi had a dream about you the other dayâ now iâve piped up. i donât care about the time or the sleep in my eyes, she fucking dreamt about me, iâm wide awake.
âoh yeah? good or bad?â
âdependsâ
âwhatâd you mean, depends?â once again, driving me crazy. she just knows how to do it.
âwell, it depends how you take it.â
âgo on.â iâm begging for this now, i need to know what the fuck happened, itâs killing me.
âwell, we were doing something,â she twirls my hair in her hand, not looking me in the eyes yet all i can focus on is her and her words. âsomething best friends donât do.â
âlike what?â
âfucking.â
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held a chokehold over me. every night when i got in to bed i imagined her sleepy self, squirming about in her sheets to the idea of me pounding into her. suddenly i didnât feel so bad about the hundreds of wet dreams iâve had âbout her, weâre even.
but it only made me more delusional that we could actually be something. she was drunk and it was a dream, i was being dramatic if i thought it was actually something.
âyeah, itâs just there.â i say, pointing to the floor. she bends down to pick it up and i get the best sight of her boobs, pressed against the fabric of her bikini, pushed together ever so slightly. they looked so smooth, so pretty. something i just couldnât take my eyes off..
âhello? matt?â she swipes her hand in front of my face and iâm so utterly embarrassed, knowing iâd been fixated on her tits. what an assy thing to do, how do i even begin to explain something like that?
âi- uh- iâm sorry! i wasnât-â she smiles at me and reaches out to scruff my hair, once again her boobs being directly in my face. is she doing this on purpose? because iâm about to cum in my pants.
âi take it you just really like your choice of bikini, hm?â she laughs, moving the towel to rest it on her hip as she turns around and struts off towards our house. she fucking knows what she does, not just to me but everyone.
iâve been ignoring the poking in my pants for a while but itâs more prominent then ever now and i need to do something about it or iâm gonna come undone right here right now. it might be pervy but i quite literally cannot be around her when sheâs close to naked, my mind travels to the dirtiest of places and to be honest, iâm careless.
if sheâs going to act so calm about riling me up like that, then iâm gonna embrace the way she makes me feel. how she makes my cheeks hot and the wet patch that forms in my boxers when she whispers in my ear or now, shoving her boobs in my face.
praying that my jeans cover my painfully obvious hard-on, i quickly walk into the house, making a bee line for my bedroom, desperate to do something about what was happening in my pants.
âyou okay, matt?â shes looking at me with a frown, the towel in her hair now as she begins to dry it, still wearing that flattering bikini that is just about to tip me over the edge.
âmhm, i- um, just need to do something.â i look around to see if my brothers are anywhere to be seen, something to distract me from this conversation, i so desperately need to get to that bedroom.
âoh? whyâd you look so flustered?â she says with a smug, little smile.
âno reason. i just- i just need a second.â i go to walk away. as much as i would love to stay and talk, right now that is not what i need.
âneed my help?â
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đđđđđđđ: charles leclerc, at the end of the day, is a simple man. so of course, when you show up to the annual f1 dinner dressed like a goddess, it becomes impossibly hard for charles to keep his hands to himself.
đđđđđđđđ: 18+ (minors DNI), established bf/gf relation, reader has a vagina, semi-public fingering, breeding kink (?), cum fetish, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks!), edging, orgasm denial
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"Merde (shit)," Charles swore under his breath as he caught you finishing up.
You raised a brow at him through the mirror of your bedroom. Putting on your earrings, you asked, "What's wrong, Charles?"
You watched through the mirror as Charles walked up behind you. He gave a small smile to you, resting his shin on your bare shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. You returned a warm smile, leaning into him and resting your hands over his.
He pinched the silk fabric in his hands. "Can I convince you to change dresses?"
A small frown made its way onto your face while you mended your brows together. "Why? You don't like it?" You queried while eyeing yourself in the mirror. You thought you looked quite good.
It was a silk dress in pure white. It had its spaghetti straps that connected to the bunch of white silk hanging around your chest as the rest of the silk clung to you body, fitting each on of your curves snuggly. On the right side of your body, the dress had a slit for your leg to peak through. On the back, the spaghetti straps cross over each other as the fabric hung loose around your lower back.
You had paired it with a necklace Charles had got you for your anniversary: a thin gold chain with a small gold plated heart-shaped ruby. Your hair was also down and styled with a few soft curls that complimented your face.
Altogether, it was simple yet beautiful.
Your eyes snapped to your boyfriend who released a soft chuckle. Charles' eyes twinkled in the light. "Quite the opposite. I love it too much," he whispered into your ear as he rubbed the side of the your hip.
Your felt your breath slow incredibly fast, feeling his lips trail up your neck with small kisses. "Charles," you softly warned. You weren't necessarily complaining. You and Charles often had your hands on each other to the point where one might even say it was sickening. You didn't even have a bra on under the dress. But you both had somewhere to be.
Charles let out a small hum, meeting your eyes in the mirror. He bought his hand out, tracing your lips with his thumb. "Yes, mon amour (my love)?" He asked with feigned innocence.
Your eyes narrowed. "You can't start now. We're going to be late if you keep this up."
Charles pursed his lips, pouting as he turned you around to face him. He pushed your hair behind your ears. "Who cares? We can have dinner here. Just you and me. Doesn't that sound nice, amour (love)? I even know what I want for dessert."
You felt him pull you closer into him, his lips hovering over yours as his hand trailed up and down your leg.
You felt a grin play onto your face. You leaned closer, feeling impossibly close to him. "Oh Charles," You trailed you finger over his lip, in which he clearly invited the gesture as he bought your finger into his mouth. "In your dreams," you deadpanned, abruptly taking your finger out of his mouth and placing a kiss on his cheek.
You let out a sigh, pushing aside your own arousal. "Now come on. We need to leave."
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Charles was not a happy man, to say the least. You had practically blueballed him and despite being thirty minutes into dinner, plus the twenty minute drive to the restaurant, all he could think of is you.
You were sat next to him, conversing with Lily, Alex's girlfriend, about her job as a professional golfer. A job that required a lot more training and thought than you had previously thought. Honestly, you were having a such great time that you hadn't realised you were even neglecting your on-the-edge boyfriend until you felt a hand on your right leg.
"Charles, you good?" You asked.
Charles wanted to laugh because you had asked in so much earnest. Like you had genuinely forgot. Of course, he wasn't one to let you forget.
You felt him tug your chair both closer to the table, so the laced table drapes covered you, and to him. His hand moved from your leg to receive the the warmth of your inner upper thigh.
You looked at him almost dumbfounded. "Charles, amour, no," you said through gritted teeth as you gave him a fake smile. It's not that you didn't want to, but how were you supposed to act normal for the whole dinner? Especially when you and Charles both knew what his fingers did to you.
Charles only sported a grin on his face. His fingers continued to creep up your thigh, nearing your white laced underwear, which you had worn for the sole purpose of matching your dress, of course.
Your breathed hitched as you felt his fingers skim over your underwear. Your skin, he could tell, was beginning to burn with heat as it glistened with small traces of sweat. Whether it was out of embarrassment or arousal, hell, or both, Charles didn't care. Whatever was going on, he enjoyed it.
His fingers slid under your panties and found themselves in the heats of your soft lips of your pussy. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip. You were soaked down there. His two fingers already felt drenched. Charles knew that this hadn't just appeared out of nowhere. "Ma belle (my beautiful), be honest with me. You've been wet since you teased me in your bedroom, right? All of this... for me..."
If the slight quiver of your walls near his fingers didn't give you the answer, you sure did with a curt nod. How were you supposed to feel nothing for this blue-eyed, dimpled man who looked good in everything, but especially a suit?
Charles smiled. "That's what I thought. Thank you for being so honest, ma belle. I think that deserves an award," he whispered.
You felt yourself still at his voice as his fingers trailed over your clit a few times before he pushed them into your pussy. You pressed your lips together, suppressing the moan that so desperately wanted to escape your throat.
Charles couldn't help but grin further, darting his eyes from the conversation he was partially in with Carlos and Lando and to the glorious sight underneath the table. He couldn't entirely see your pussy but god could he imagine. You enveloping his fingers entirely as he thrusted back and forth. The trickles of your body running down his fingers.
He cleared his throat, taking a sip of his champagne as he adjusted himself. He was growing hard as every second passed. As much as he loved teasing you and fingering you... he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to watch as his cock entered you... the ring of white you made around him... your hips bucking for more... fuck.
You clenched around his fingers, feeling a pit at your stomach grow. You let out the shakiest and quietest sigh known to Earth. There was no way Charles was about to let cum with some of your closest friends around you... surely...
The answer to that qualm was a 'no' as Charles' fingers started to speed up. Jesus.
You must've been flushed to the max as you had to awkwardly laugh off Pierre's comment to "lay off the champagne". Honestly, that was your limit.
Before you could get any closer to your climax and risk losing it in front of everybody, you placed a hand on Charles' crotch, making him still his fingers and flicker his eyes to you.
His eyes hardened as you slowly rubbed him through his pants. "Charles, if you continue any further, I swear to god, I will blueball you till the end of the week. Let's be patient, okay, sweetie?" The sickly sweet smile on your face was in a hard contrast compared to the harsh whispers falling from your lips.
Charles' tongue darted out his lips and fell to the side. He rested his hand on yours and patted it gently. Although, to anyone, such a promise sounded empty. He was sure you would do it. It happened all the time even unintentionally. He placed a small kiss to your cheek. With a calm composure and through gritted teeth, he murmured, "Okay, mon amour."
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The ride back home was impossibly and scarily quiet. There was a lot of tension in the car. The both of you were still hooked on the adrenaline of risking yourselves in public and still horny as ever. Evident as Charles had applied more pressure to the accelerator and the cars nearby went from blurs to dashing streaks.
You were opening the door to your house as you felt Charlesâ arms wrap around you. "Faster, mon amour, I can't keep my hands to myself," he whispered, starting kiss your neck.
You felt your heart pick up its pace when you heard the door click closed. Soon enough, both of your shoes were off, Charles' lips were crashing into yours, and your hands were in his hair. The fire between you two had reached a new height as Charles relished the moan that had fallen from your mouth. God, he had been waiting to hear that the entire dinner.
Bringing you back into your bedroom, Charles left kisses everywhere he could as he peeled back the straps of your dress, and gently removed the attired off your body, leaving you only clothed in your soaked panties and his necklace.
"Fuck," he groaned, hovering over you to hold the necklace between his fingers. "You look so good, mon amour."
The smile on your lips made his heart race once again. He smiled, planting a firm kiss on your lips before his hands started to trail down to your chest. Your breasts were what he considered a global treasure in his world, you. He loved everything about them; their softness, their plumpness... but especially, their sensitivity.
Charles latched his mouth around one nipple, leaving his hand to the other. His tongue swirled around the pebbled mound as his fingers circled the other.
You let out a sigh of pleasure, arching your back and raising your hand to feel his hair to push more of yourself into him. The obscene slurps of your breasts went straight to your core as Charles released your nipple with a slick pop.
"Ma belle," Charles breathed out, his fingers reaching your soaked panties. He pulled the drenched material away from your heated pussy. "I need to taste you," he spoke, himself drenched in desperation.
He pulled down the panties, revealing in all its glory, the pussy he had been thirsting over at dinner. He let out a moan as he prodded at your engorged lips.
You feel a shiver come over your body when his breath hit your pussy. His tongue took one long strip at your folds. His blues eyes averted back to yours, holding your gaze and blossoming an indescribable feeling within the both of you. "Look at me, love, while I devour you."
You managed to give a small nod as he returned his attention to your folds, all while maintaining eye contact. "Fuck," you moaned out, trying hard to not throw your head back as he dipped his mouth into you. It seemed that was still hungry from the dinner as he was true to his promise.
Charles was devouring you almost as if he were some sort of animal. He groaned in pleasure, sending a sort of vibrations through your core. He continuously lapped at your folds, drunk on the taste of you. "You taste so good," he grunted, bringing his lips around your clit.
You arched your back into the bed, toes curling at the sheets beneath you. "Fuck, Charles!" You bucked your hips into his mouth, giving into the need to roll your head back. When you looked back up, Charles was a sight to behold. His tongue traveled in circles around your sensitive nub. His stubble was soaked in your juices. He somehow even managed a smirk while eating you out.
"Charles... I'm gonna-" you began before cutting out as his tongue darted further into your folds. "God," you moaned out, your grip on his hair tightening.
"Don't say my name in vain, mon amour," Charles quipped, feeling a slight convulsion of your body as he thumbed your clit.
If Charles wasn't about to make you cum, you would've smacked that grin right off his face. But you were so close...
Charles placed a light kiss to your clit, removing his face from your pussy. He felt a sense of enjoyment follow him as a familiar terror spread over your face.
"No. Charles. Please. God, I want to cum," You whined out.
Charles looked at your flushed face, pushing your hair behind your ears like he did earlier this evening. Somehow, you had become even more beautiful. On the verge of a climax, fucked out, skin flushed and doused in arousal and sweat.
"I need to be in you... fuck, to fill you up, Y/N," Charles hissed in pleasure as he thought about his cum oozing from your hole.
"Hurry, Charles. I need you."
That was all you had to said as Charles rushed to finally take off his clothes.
You watched his thick cock hit his toned stomach and let out a small moan. Charles hovered over you, bringing you into a deep kiss. You could feel his cock nudge the sides of the pussy. Purposely, he dragged himself up and down your folds, intoxicated off the edging feeling.
"Fuck, Charles."
God, he loved the way you moaned his name. It was one of those other things that sent him overboard. Knowing that he was making you feel like that. That it was his cock teasing you. His fingers you clenched around. His voice that made you wet.
Charles looked down to your pussy, aligning his cock. He let out a ridiculously low grunt as he watched your folds cover his cock. You fit him so perfectly, it drove him crazy. His cock was snug and tight in you. It felt like one move in you would send him off.
You let out another moan, feeling his thick cock fill you up. His hands gripped your hips, turning you around so you sat on him. "Ride me, love."
There was nothing Charles wanted more than to see you ride his cock, tits bouncing up and down in sync with his your necklace. And you were happy to comply.
You began to move your hips, hearing the room begin to fill with groans.
"Y/N," Charles moaned, hips bucking to dive deeper into you.
You continued to ride at a semi-fast pace. Lewd sounds of your skin slapping and sticking against one another filled the air. You could feel his cock reach into the deepest parts of you.
Charles sunk his teeth into his lips, watching a white ring form around his cock. The twinkle of your necklace shone in his eyes, occasionally hitting your nipples as it swung around. It was all so much.
You could feel Charles' cock twitch in you, telling you he was close. You grabbed his hands and placed on them on your hips. Your own hands latched onto your breast and the other to your clit.
Charles tightened his grip on your hips before starting to thrust at an immense speed. "Merde," he swore, feeling you clench and take even more of him in you. He could catch the slight shake of your hands as you also neared your climax.
"Come with me, amour. Let me fill you with my cum," he groaned.
That dirty mouth of his and his rousing cock... it was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a high-pitched moan, the end almost silent as your orgasm hit you in hard waves. "Fuck, Charles!"
Charles followed you soon. He moaned, bring you down and holding you tightly. This new angle sent you both into a new spiral. His hips stuttered at an abnormal pace, feeling his cum paint your walls. He let out a string of colourful words, letting his orgasm take any extra drops of his cum into you.
Charles smiled, kissing the side of your forehead. "You did well, mon armour."
You gave him a tired smile. "You too, my love," you murmured before bringing him into a soft and lazy kiss.
Charles watched as you removed yourself from his cock. Only resulting him in a moan from the both of you as his cum trailed out of you.
"God," Charles gulped, feeling his cock harden once again.
You smirked. "I thought you were God, Charles," you teased.
Charles narrowed his eyes at you. "I guess I'm going to have to show you again, ma belle."
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đđđ đźđąđ„đđ [gojo satoru]
HC: GOJO JUST CANâT SEEM TO GET HIS SERVANT GIRL OUT OF HIS HEAD.
WARNINGS: fluff! sickening blegh blegh fluff. maybe some undertones of misogyny but thatâs only because i lowkey have a thing for naoya zenin please donât judge me, please donât. and i know, i know, iâm sorry for the late updates, but iâm working on the new chapter of WE as fast as i can, hahaha. just feeling so demotivated lately so i decided to write something new for a bit.
â°â†gojo satoru who falls harder and harder for you everyday as you dutifully help him with his kimono, prepare his bath, and plan out his meals. one day, iâll marry her, satoru vows silently as he watches you brew his hĆjicha just the way he likes it.
â°â†gojo satoru who waits for you at every blind corridor in the gojo estate, hoping to steal a kiss from you while youâre working. âsatoruâ!â what was he thinking, pulling you into a searing kiss while you carried a laundry basket full of his clothes? he finds it cute how you instinctively melted in the feeling of his luscious lips, clumsily dropping the laundry basket on the hardwood floor. âis my little servant distracted? tsk, tsk. we canât have that, can we?â he grins against your lips but before he could lean in for another kiss, he takes a step back. âget back to work, (y/n)-chan~â he waves to you as he struts down the hall.
â°â†gojo satoru is a bold man when it comes to sashaying around his clanâs vast banquet hall, purposefully keeping you within ten feet of him as he speaks to the other clan heads, indirectly showing you off in the new yukata he got for you. though his only concern about the yukata is how troublesome itâll be to take it off of you and he really doesnât want to rip another piece from your wardrobe. as you pour him another cup of sake, he wonders if he shouldâve just bought you a lingerie set instead.
â°â†gojo satoru has gotten used to his mother nagging him about getting married soon. his family has been growing impatient since the day he turned twenty-six for satoru to find an upstanding lady from another one of the big three clans of jujutsu. heâs seen countless women, been forced to kiss the backs of their hands, and heâd pull through outstandingly - charming one bridal candidate after another whoâve no idea that the entire time, satoru is thinking of the little lady he keeps back home in the gojo estate.
â°â†gojo satoru who takes your hand one day and says: âfollow me.â he leads you into the tea room, and finally reveals what the two of you have in front of his elders as he slips an engagement ring, a family heirloom, onto your finger unbothered that the elders whispered among themselves about how shameful it would be for the greatest sorcerer of this generation were to get married to some nobody. âiâd sooner drop dead than see our clan head getting married to this whore!â one of his elders snarls at you, instinctively causing satoru to shield you from them. his face hardens as he speaks his next homicide-coded words. âthat could be arranged, auntie.â
â°â†gojo satoru who purposefully chooses a rainy day for your wedding date, so no one could see the joyful tears streaming down his cheeks as he finally makes you irrevocably his.
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Cherry Red
Warnings: swearing, mean ellie, mentions of sex
A/N: i got this idea from another fic umm. it is proofread, but criticism is always accepted!! this one lowkey hurt. also i made edits to this fic but tumblr decided to glitch and delete them all so if this is bad, my apologies đđ
Plot: ellie is a guitarist and the most popular in her group, but the attention has become too much, especially for you
Word count: 1115
Standing in between hundreds of screaming girls was not where you imagined yourself five years ago, especially not when you got with Ellie. Back then, she was practising guitar, doing small gigs at cafĂ©s and jazz bars late into the night. You attended everyone, thatâs how you met her. Your friends had invited you on a night out, and she immediately caught your eye, playing one of your favourite songs.
From that day on, youâd showed up every night you were free and soon started to get noticed. One thing led to another, going on a few dates, sharing mutual friends, watching them create a band, and finally seeing them achieve their goals, a sold-out stadium. But now was when it set in. You were never claustrophobic, but your position made you think otherwise.
Bodies swarmed around yours, the screaming increasing when Ellie started her solo. You werenât mad at how many people liked her, not at all â even though you were technically her first fan.
Something wasnât right about this concert, but you couldnât put a finger on it. You felt it in your core. A strange, sickening feeling.
Your vision tried to steady on Ellie, who was focused on each chord and strum of her guitar. The guitar you bought her. Despite being a broke college student, you still wanted to show Ellie that you cared and believed in her career, so you bought her the same cherry red guitar she held in her hands at that moment.
It was as if she loved the guitar more than you, funnily enough. It hung on the wall above your shared bed. She would dust it regularly, making sure that the strings were tuned, only using it during concerts. When she practised, it would be her older guitar, the same one she used the night you met her.
Now as you watched her kill the solo, like she did every time, you waited for the end, the moment when she would find you in the crowd during the last chord, almost dedicating the song to you. But it didnât happen. Her eyes scanned for someone else. Her hand reached for another girl.
Up on stage was someone you had seen before, long jet-black hair, dark eyeliner, ripped jeans and a crop top. Her ex. She had brought her ex on stage. The band knew about you, how could they let this happen? How could theyâhow could she embarrass you like that?
Her ex takes the guitar and begins her own riff, something they had definitely planned behind your back. Questions rampaged through your mind. You were at almost every practice and rehearsal. Were they meeting up separately? You choke up, watching the scene unfold in front of you.
Ellie whispers something in her ear, holding her by the waist as she nods in response. The crowd goes wild, screaming and cheering. It was meant to be you on stage. She was meant to hold you. Her ex takes the neck of the guitar, turning it upside down and smashing it into the floor.
You lose count of the number of times they pass it between them, causing more damage than the last. A strong urge to empty your guts washes over you, pushing through the crowd, not caring who gets elbowed in the face.
The dressing room is filled with buzzing from outside, but itâs 100% better than watching your girlfriend smash a prized possession you bought her. Every answer your mind came up with wasnât good enough. It didnât make sense. Why? Why? Why?
Why would she do that to you? Your relationship had been strained for a few days after an argument over rehearsals. You barely spent time together any more, she was always out practising, even missing the dates you had planned.
This started a conversation about whether she cared about her career more than the relationship. You didnât want to believe it but all your worries seemed to come true. Her added fame and success made things more difficult.
The time when she gave a group of VIP fans a tour backstage and bonded a bit too much with one of them sparked through your brain. It reminded you of what was happening on stage before you left. And now the show was over.
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Her bandmates come into the room before her, filling the space with awkwardness when they see you. None of them speak, going through the motions of drinking water, packing away instruments, and checking their phones without so much as an apology.
All of them knew about this but didnât feel the need to tell you. You blamed them as much as you blamed Ellie. To think that you were the reason they were in that position now. If it wasnât for you bringing them together, another band would be in their place.
âSo no one wanted to tell me what Ellie was planning?â
Your question is met with even more silence, everyone looking awkwardly between themselves.
âWe didnât knowââ
The door is pushed, followed by Ellie, now smiling with her ex directly behind her. She senses the tension in the air and motions for the others to leave. The three of you stand in silence for an eternity before Ellie finally says, âI can tell that youâre mad.â
Mad? That was the biggest understatement. Her ex doesnât make eye contact, still standing behind her, hands folded across her chest.
âAre you fucking stupid?â
Maybe it was harsh, but there was no other way to convey your emotions. âCan I explain myself before we start throwing insults around? It was a prank. That wasn't the actual guitar.â
From a supply closet, she brings out the case and unzips it to reveal the guitar, still in perfect condition. No thought formed properly in your mind. Nothing made sense. It was a sick prank, something that made you physically ill.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you, Ellie?â
âThis conversation won't go anywhere if you keep insulting her.â She had the audacity to speak to you. This was her fault, not just Ellieâs. What sane person would do something like that?
âThis conversation is between me and my girlfriend. You know what? You two can have each other.â You push past them, slamming the door in the process.
Why was this happening? Did you piss off God? Were you paying for a mistake you made years ago? Whatever it was, it didn't make sense. What went through Ellieâs head to do that to you?
No one bothers going after you. Fortunately, you're able to grab a cab and go back to the hotel.
Where you were staying with Ellie.
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to be worthy.
and impromptu mother's day fic in the sol-verse it's a difficult day. and a weird day. but it's also a day for family, and for people stepping up to take roles they didn't have to. a day for love, really. angst. but also sickeningly fluffy.
Youâd never second guessed yourself more than you were in that moment, parked outside the flower shop, watching people enter and exit the building. It was barely 7am, and you had been there for almost a half hour already. Just sitting. Just thinking.Â
Motherâs day. It hadnât ever been your favorite day. No matter what you did or bought or made, your mom was never very happy with you. She didnât want anything you could give to her. She didnât even really want you around. She wanted Ingrid with her on the day, and she always made that very clear.Â
This year was obviously⊠very different. Different because you werenât speaking to your mother, and you didnât have to get her anything. You didnât have to write lies down in a card about how much she meant to you, or buy a gift sheâd throw out in a few days anyway. You didnât have to do any of that; there was no pretending this year, and you werenât really sure what to feel about that.Â
It was suddenly a day with no obligations, but then again⊠not really. Because if anyone in the world deserved to be celebrated it was Ingrid, and it was Mapi.Â
Ingrid was your sister. Mapi was your sister's girlfriend. You knew this. It just felt⊠inexplicably wrong to let the day pass without acknowledging all they had done for you, all they were doing for you. There was no⊠older-sister-acting-as-your-parental-figure-day. You were left with this sunday in may, a day that already made your heart ache. Now, you were terribly anxious, too. You didnât want to overstep, nor did you want to⊠understep? Too little, too much. Not enough.
Logically, you knew that Ingrid and Mapi would probably be completely fine with anything you chose to get them. You werenât feeling very logical, though, so you grabbed your phone, and called someone you knew would be.Â
âHi Ă€lskling,â Frido greeted, suppressing a yawn. It was quite early for her to be answering the phone, but she wasnât in the business of not answering calls from you. If you were calling, it was important.Â
âFrido, does Ingrid like flowers?â You asked, nervously cracking your knuckles.Â
âFlowers? Everyone likes flowers, SolstrĂ„le. Why?âÂ
âI just⊠I wanted to get her and Mapi something, and I donât know what to get. I donât want it to be too much or too little, or ugly or stupid or something they donât like and I donât want to make them uncomfortable but-â
The words rushed out of your mouth like someone had turned on a faucet, and Frido sighed, now understanding what you were so stressed about.Â
âHey, SolstrĂ„le, relax.â She interrupted. âFlowers are good. Ingrid likes daisies I think. And Mapi loves pink roses. Itâs not weird, itâs not too much, or too little. Theyâll be happy with anything, really. Donât overthink it.âÂ
âRight. Okay. Daisies and pink roses. I can do that.âÂ
âI know today isnât the easiest for you, but just try to remember-â
âI have to go Frido, sorry. Thank you, I appreciate you.â You said quickly, not really wanting to get into that  at the moment. The Swede sighed, hoping youâd relax a bit as the day went on, and as you got a good reaction to your gift.Â
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Dropping the flowers off at home, along with the cards youâd gotten, and fleeing hadnât been your best idea in retrospect. The idea of being with them⊠when they say what youâd gotten for them and when they read their cards⊠was nauseating. Sickening. Horrifying. You wouldnât be doing that.Â
You set everything up on the counter, grabbed Scoutâs leash and Scout himself, and headed out the door, intending to spend the morning at a cafe just down the street. You had your computer and some school work to finish, which seemed like as good of a distraction as any.Â
Back home, Ingrid was lying awake in her bed, as she had been for a few hours. It was only when Mapi rolled over into her, her head clunking against Ingridâs shoulder, that the Norwegian realized it was probably past time to get up.Â
âMorning.â Mapi grumbled, pressing a kiss to the skin of her girlfriendâs shoulder.Â
âGood morning,â Ingrid replied softly. The single word, dripping with anxiety, was enough for Mapi to lift her head and blink groggily at the other woman.Â
âSomething wrong?â She asked.Â
âItâs motherâs day.â Ingrid whispered, tears inexplicably clouding her vision. Mapi was sitting up in a flash, pulling the younger woman into her chest. Ingrid nuzzled close to the soft t-shirt Mapi was wearing, inhaling the comforting scent of the woman she loved.Â
âMi amor,â Mapi sighed. âI know, itâs a hard one right now. You donât have to call her, though. You donât have to do anything you donât want to. We can cancel lunch with my mom, stay here with SolstrĂ„le. We can pretend it isnât mothers day.âÂ
Ingrid shook her head, wiping at her eyes with her sleeve. âNo, your mom deserves to be celebrated. Weâll go to lunch. I want to give SolstrĂ„le some space today, but Iâm worried about her. And I donât want to call my mom. That would be like⊠betraying my sister. I donât want to speak to that woman. She doesn't deserve it.â
âOkay.â Mapi agreed, running her fingers through Ingridâs thick hair. The Norwegianâs eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, and she relaxed into her girlfriend once again. âWeâll keep an eye on our Sol, and weâll be quick at lunch. And you can have as many hugs as you want.âÂ
âCanât I always?â Ingrid asked with a small smile.Â
âYou have a point.â Mapi chuckled. âI am going to go make you a coffee, be right back.âÂ
With that, she rose from the bed, pressing a quick kiss to Ingridâs lips, heading for the kitchen. Ingrid stayed in bed, worrying about you and how youâd act today, until she heard Mapi call out for her in a strangely choked voice. She was out of bed within a second, rushing down the hall towards her girlfriend.Â
âWhat?! What is it?!â Ingrid shouted, sliding in her socks on the wood floor into the kitchen, looking around frantically.Â
She saw Mapi first, staring with tears in her eyes at a little card that had the Spaniardâs name on it. She saw the two vases next, sitting precisely in the middle of the counter. One with daisies, one with pink roses. There was a card with Ingridâs name on it on the counter, too, and it wasnât hard for Ingrid to connect the dots. Her first concerns were with her girlfriend, though, whoâs lip was wobbling dangerously, as she blinked rapidly down at the card in her hand.Â
âMarĂa?â Ingrid murmured. âBaby, are you-?â
Mapi blindly reached a hand out towards Ingrid, a hand that the Norwegian took. Gently, Ingrid rubbed her girlfriendâs back, reading the card over her shoulder when Mapi tilted it slightly in her direction.Â
MarĂa,
Itâs motherâs day, and it didnât feel right to let today go by without telling you how much I appreciate everything youâve done for me. You allowed me into your home without a second thought. You met my stubbornness and hostility with love and kindness, and I will forever be grateful to you for that. You love Ingrid so deeply, and I couldnât wish for a better partner for my sister. I think Iâll spend the rest of my life trying to be as good of a person as you are. I hope you like your flowers, and I hope you know how much you mean to me.
Love, SolstrÄle.
By the time Ingrid had finished reading, Mapi had turned in her arms, burying her face in the crook of Ingridâs neck, and was sobbing quietly. They were happy tears, Ingrid realized. Emotional, but happy. Ingrid couldnât do much but hold Mapi tightly to her, and press kisses into the top of her head.Â
âShe means every word, you know? And sheâs right. You are the best person I know, the kindest, the most loving. You deserve the flowers, MarĂa.âÂ
That set off another round of tears, bringing a small laugh out of Ingrid, always astounded and impressed by how emotionally⊠healthy her girlfriend was.Â
âDamn you Engens. Making me cry.â Mapi huffed, using Ingridâs shirt to wipe her tears away.Â
Ingrid took her girlfriendâs face in her hands, carefully kissing her lips. âBecause we love you very much.âÂ
âCut it out, Ingrid.â Mapi complained, though she was smiling shyly. âOpen your card, I want you to cry.âÂ
Ingrid laughed, reaching for her own card, though she hesitated before opening it. Mapi had moved to get the coffees going, but turned to glance at Ingrid when she fell silent.Â
âOpen it.â Mapi encouraged, turning away to give Ingrid space to read.Â
It was another little card, in your big handwriting, a bit longer than Mapiâs. Ingrid took a deep breath, trying to stave off tears before she even started reading.Â
Ingrid,
Motherâs day is weird now. It kind of always has been, but Iâm sure itâs weird for you now, too. I hope today isnât too difficult for you. You are a lot more to me than a sister. Iâve always looked up to you, always seen you as a role model. And I still feel that way. Now, though, youâve taken me in and been so patient with me. More patient than I deserve. I feel safe here, with you. For the first time in a really long time. Safe and loved, in a way I had kind of forgotten existed. Ingrid, you changed my life. You saved my life, too. Iâve never felt very worthy of love or care, but itâs so readily available here. And if someone as good as you thinks that I am worthy of your love, your time, your attention, then I must be. At least a little bit. There arenât enough flowers in the world to express how thankful I am for everything youâve done for me. Thank you Ingrid. Really, just thank you. I love you very much, even if I donât always show it or say it.Â
Love, SolstrĂ„le.Â
And now Ingrid was crying, and Mapi was abandoning the coffee to pull her into a tight hug, and you were walking in through the front door at just the perfect time. You had just barely unclipped Scoutâs harness before you were being forcibly pulled upright into some kind of suffocating group hug.
And normally, something like this would have probably made you uncomfortable. You felt yourself melting into the hug, though, before you really knew what you were doing. Embarrassment flooded you. Regret flooded you. Because even though the hug was nice, you felt dangerously exposed. Dangerously vulnerable.Â
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You insisted that Ingrid and Mapi go to lunch with Mapiâs parents and her brother, without you. Both girls tried to explain, while respecting your privacy as much as possible, why you had stayed home, although Mapiâs mother was rather insistent that she wanted you at lunch, too. You were part of the family, after all.Â
It was only when you were home alone, curled up on the couch with Scout, that the reality really hit, that questions you didnât want to consider really started to flood into your brain.Â
Had they really liked the flowers? The cards? There wasnât much time to talk, as theyâd had to get ready for lunch, and both of them had clearly been crying. Maybe⊠maybe they didnât really like what you had to say? Maybe you were putting pressure on them to be something they werenât. It was so easy for you to spiral into self doubt when you were left to your own devices.Â
Should you have called your mom?Â
No matter how much time passed. No matter how many times Ingrid and Mapi told you that you hadnât done anything wrong, that she had been the issue. You were pretty sure youâd always blame yourself, at least a little. Youâd spent so long thinking you were at fault, and that kind of thinking was hard to break out of. Knowing that you werenât to blame, and really believing it were two different things. And something was easier about blaming yourself. Safer.Â
Maybe you should have called. Maybe you should take the first step. She was your mother, after all, and you only had one. You couldnât help the guilt that began to suffocate you, the insecurity, the self hatred.Â
You wished you could just hear Ingrid and Mapi tell you that they loved you, that you were a good person, and believe it. You were kind of afraid, though, that youâd never fully believe that.Â
The best thing to do, the most logical thing, was to shut yourself in your room for the rest of the day. So you took Scout and some snacks and buried yourself under as many blankets as you could, tucked away in your room. A closed door between you, and the avalanche of emotions and feelings youâd let out earlier in your cards.Â
Too vulnerable. Youâd been too vulnerable, and there was no taking it back, and that was terrifying. Being vulnerable in the first place wasnât easy, but not wanting to die afterwards was even harder.Â
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Ingrid and Mapi returned from lunch to find the house dead silent. Your bedroom door was tightly shut, and when Ingrid peaked her head in, you had been pretending to be asleep. So, she headed for the living room, tucking herself into the corner of the couch, thought after thought running through her head.Â
Had she been too emotional with you earlier? Had you not really meant what youâd said in your letter? Were you just trying to be nice? Ingrid had learned not to push you before you were ready for something, and she felt like today, she had. She should have played it cooler, not made it as big of a deal.Â
And, fuck, she should have called her mom.Â
She shouldnât have, but she should have, and there was no correct answer in her head. Either decision made her feel like she was being bad. A bad daughter or a bad sister.Â
And now she was being a bad girlfriend, because Mapi had been trying to get her attention for several minutes, and sheâd been too spaced out to notice.Â
âIngrid!â Mapi said again, this time reaching out to grab onto her girlfriendâs hand and squeezing.Â
âSorry, sorry. I was distracted.â Ingrid said. âWhat?â
âI checked on Sol. She seems upset. You should go up there and talk to her.âÂ
âNo, no, today has been a lot for her, she has to process her emotions.â Ingrid said, shaking her head. âShe doesnât want to see me right now.â
Mapi resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Honestly. The two of you were both hyper aware of the othersâ feelings while simultaneously being too afraid to actually talk about said feelings. You needed each other, today, and Mapi was done trying to get you to figure that out yourselves.Â
âEnough of this. Vamos.â She stated decisively, standing up from the couch, grabbing Ingridâs hand and pulling. Ingrid groaned her annoyance, but went somewhat willingly.
Mapi dragged her up the stairs, knocking on your door before entering upon your response. You were still on your bed, trying to hide the evidence of your almost constant tears, when Mapi entered the room with Ingrid in tow.Â
âAlright. Both of you need the other right now. Sol, Ingrid isnât mad at you. Ingrid, Sol isnât mad at you. Everything is fine. Stop overthinking.â And with that, paired with a small shove to Ingridâs back, pushing the Norwegian in your direction, Mapi looked between you two expectantly.Â
You looked very cautiously, but also somewhat hopefully, up at your sister.Â
Ingrid looked at you similarly, taking a hesitant step closer to the bed. âWhat do you need, SolstrĂ„le?â She asked, determined, at least, that you get better about asking for what you needed. If it was space, she'd respect that. And if it was a hug? Well. Good. Because she really needed one too.
You shifted slightly, lifting one of your arms in a half gesture. âSit with me?â You requested.Â
Relief flooded Ingridâs face as she all but launched herself onto the bed next to you, instantly pulling you into a tight hug. You were relieved, too, that you hadnât been too much for either of them. That your love in return wasnât too much. Your mom had always made you feel like it was suffocating, the way you tried to get her to pay attention to you and love you.
Ingrid and Mapi never did that. They just⊠gave you what you needed, without a second thought. Before anything else. As you sat squished in between the two of them, listening to all the details from the lunch youâd skipped, you realized that all youâd needed today was Ingrid. Being with Ingrid and Mapi made your head go quiet. There wasnât room for doubt when they were on either side of you. Mapi trying ridiculously hard to make you laugh. Ingrid combing her fingers through your hair without a second thought.Â
You fit here, in this family. With them. They told you you fit, that you were wanted, and that was something that was getting more and more believable as time went on. You had a family, and even if you didnât really have a mother to celebrate today, you had two people who put you before anything else. People that loved you more than your mother had. You had a family, again. And that was really something to celebrate.Â
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:) happy mothers day to everyone who celebrates, and to everyone that doesn't.
however you feel is valid. if today is hard, or if today is easy, there will always be tomorrow, and tomorrow will be even better.
<3
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jealous
characters: jouno, fem!reader contains: pwp, shameless smut, collaring, oral (m!recieving), degradation and praise, use of good girl, he gets jealous and fucks you over his desk. i also don't feel like tagging but this one is relatively tame too. minors dni or i'll eat your bones
wc: 2672
a/n: i love writing jouno smut. man is so talkative
âDid you honestly think I wouldnât notice?â
You shake your head at Jounoâs questionâ you knew you could never hide anything from him. You could never lie to him. Still, to be caught like thisâŠ
âI couldnât help it,â you reply meekly, tugging weakly at the leather collar around your neck. The fabric is comfortableâ Jouno picked out something nice and soft for you when he bought it. He switches like that, between someone who considers your every need and someone who pushes you just for the pleasure of it. Right now, he felt like the latter.
ââŠCouldnât help it?â Jounoâs voice is low and smooth, and you swallow, knowing that no matter what you said, you would not be getting out of this situation easily. Your breath catches as he suddenly yanks on the chain connected to your collar, and youâre forced to look up at him from where youâre kneeling on the floor in front of him.
âCouldnât help what? Couldn't help thinking about getting your cunt fucked by another man? Couldnât help thinking about replacing me?â He chuckles bitterly, and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. Thereâs nothing you can say, nothing you can do to make yourself look any better in this situation.
âI heard your heartbeat when you were looking at him. And the smell of yourâ ugh. Sickening. To think youâd get off thinking about Tecchou of all people.â Heâs circling you now, heels clicking against the floor of his office, and you donât dare to turn your head and follow his movements. You stare straight ahead, feeling the sweat bead on the back of your neck as you flush from embarrassment.
âIâm sorry,â you say, and, though he can tell youâre genuine, his lip curls in distaste as he stops in front of you. His fingers twitch around the chain leash.
âIâll make you sorry. Get up,â he orders, and you follow without hesitation, standing and shifting your weight nervously from side to side. He points to a spot by his desk, and you get the idea, quietly shuffling towards it and standing with your back facing him.
âBend over.â
Your face burns, but you comply, resting your elbows on the smooth surface of the desk and bending at the waist. You feel him step behind you, his gloved hand running along your arched back, and you canât help but shudder at the touch. His hand lingers there for a moment before moving downwards, reaching around toward the front of your pants and unbuttoning them. Your breath hitches, but you let him do as he pleases, though your blush does darken as he pushes the fabric down your thighs, leaving you bare and exposed to him. You know he can sense how aroused his jealousy has gotten you, and shame bubbles up in your bellyâ you can hear the resentment in his voice as he sheds a glove and brushes his fingers between your legs, seeing for himself how wet youâve become.
âMy, so excited. So you enjoy this? You enjoy betraying me? Flitting around like a common whore?â You say nothing as you hear him messing with his belt and pants, and your heart rate spikes as you hear the leather drop to the ground. You know whatâs coming, and your legs unintentionally spread a littleâ Jouno exhales in derision at this, mumbling an insult you canât quite hear.Â
A tremor runs through your body as you feel him press closer to you, his cock sliding in between your folds as he prepares to enter you, and your eyes flutter half shut at the sensation.Â
âYou donât deserve an ounce of the pleasure Iâm about to give you, you whore,â he snarls, and with that, he pushes into you, yanking your head back by the collar with one hand and grabbing you roughly by the hip with the other. You gasp out a choked moan, back arching further as he bottoms out inside you, and you barely have time to process before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward again in a rough thrust. It hits inside you just right, and you canât hold back the groan that tumbles from your lips, feeling your entire body lurch forward from how forceful heâs being.Â
The first couple of thrusts are slow and deep, but Jouno was never one for mercy. Within seconds heâs set a pace that has you seeing stars, and your hands clutch at the surface of the desk, trying to find any sort of support as he ruthlessly pounds into you. The air is filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin along with your heavy breaths and stuttered moans. Heâs leaning over you now, pulling your head back by the leash so he can mutter things into your ear as his hips move against yours.
âCould Tecchou ever make you feel this good? Hm?â he says lowly, voice antagonistic, and you only moan out in response, already too fucked out to think. He lets out another displeased exhale before he pulls the chain back and sinks his teeth into your neck, causing you to let out a startled yelp.
âAnswer me.â
Luckily for you, youâre able to form together a garbled no, and he hums in approval, rewarding you with a kiss over the new mark on your neck and another rough snap of his hips.Â
âGood girl. See, you can behave. That wasnât so hard, was it?â
He doesnât expect an answer this time, which is good for you because you donât know whether you could give one right now. Youâre too busy gripping onto the desk for dear life, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock pressing up just right against the spot inside you. Heâs goodâ criminally goodâ even more so when he reaches around you and swipes a finger against your clit, not quite rubbing yet but applying enough pressure that it has you reeling.
âAre you going to be good from now on?â he says, leaning further over you to murmur directly into your ear, and you nod your head, always eager to please. His hands are so warm, and the thought of him adding extra stimulation has you practically whining. Itâs hard to think when heâs so close to touching you like that, still going at a steady pace with his hips.
âMhm, I promise, Sai,â you breathe out, panting at this point, and he coos another good girl, causing your blush to darken as the praise goes right to your core. He rewards you by finally touching you, wetting his fingers on your slick before lightly pinching your clit. You let out a gasp, back arching at the sudden rush of sensation. Jouno chuckles from behind you, and you have half a mind to whip your head around and ask him what he thinks is so funny until he starts rubbing, and that clears any ounce of brattiness from your system. It feels so good you swear youâre about to cum on the spotâ and he can tell.Â
âSo desperate for my touch? Youâre soaking. You really are a whore.â His voice is full of amusement as he continues his efforts to pleasure both you and him, and he reaches out with the hand still holding the leash to fist at your hair and pull it back. Your legs begin to shake, but he shows no signs of slowing down.
âAbout to cum so soon? We canât have that. Hold it in. Youâre not allowed to cum until I tell you to,â he orders, and your eyes shoot open, tears shooting to them as you struggle to hold back your orgasm.
âBut- Sai, I canât, I canât,â you babble, and you swear this man doubles his efforts instead of offering you mercy. Your moans become louder,Â
harder to suppress, and he tightens his grip in your hair. The sounds of skin against skin get more aggressive.
âJouno- Sai, please,â you continue, practically begging at this point, and you can feel his hands twitch from where theyâre holding and pleasuring you. A soft spot of his, perhaps, a weakness for begging? Itâs shameful, but youâre too desperate, too close to release to care as you target and exploit that soft spot for all itâs worth.Â
âSai, please, I need to cum, please, I canât- I canât hold it,â youâre whimpering by now, tears threatening to spill over your lash line, but he just hums in response, still ramming into you and circling your clit skillfully, and soon, the knot in your belly unravels. Youâve lost.
Your back arches to an almost painful level as you climax, and the moment Jouno realizes whatâs happening he lets out a breathy laugh and begins to suck at your neck to overwhelm you even further. The tears really do fall now, and you sob out his name as he pleasures you through your high, never stopping even as your hips twitch and jerk. Your grip on the desk tightens to the point where you feel youâre about to splinter the wood. Eventually, you reach that point where everything becomes sensitive, and a shudder runs through your body. You know he feels itâ still, he doesnât stop, choosing to bite down on the crook of your neck instead, and your eyes squeeze shut as a strangled moan leaves your lips.
âToo much,â you whimper, feeling the hot tears running down your cheeks and dripping off of your chin, yet the man just hums again, choosing to ignore you, getting off to the sounds of your overstimulationâ you canât keep your mouth shut, moans and cries and sobs spilling into the air. You donât know how long he keeps you on that thresholdâ it could have been seconds, could have been minutes, but as he whispers that you can take it you hate that you want to prove him right. You let him mark you up, you let him hold your head back by the hair, you let him fuck you so hard you cryâ you let him do everything he wants to do to you until you hear a satisfied moan slip from his own lips, and he finally slows down. He hasnât finished yet, but as he twitches inside you, both of you panting and gasping for breath, you know heâs getting there. He pushes all the way in and bends over you, turning your head so you can look directly at him.
âMm. Such a shame. Directly disobeying my orders not to cum. What happened to being good?â he clicks his tongue, and your face burns with shame. You move to apologize, but the sound dies on your tongue as he shushes you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss of contact, but he shushes you again, spinning you around to face him. You grab onto him for support, so fucked out youâre off balance.
âIâm not done with you yet. On your knees.â
He regards you with a light smile as you blink up at him, still sniffing and crying from the previous overstimulation, but you drop down to the floor at his command, knowing better than to go against him. You clutch at the fabric of his pants for a moment as you kneel in front of him, trying to regain any semblance of composure, and youâre surprised that he loosens the hold on the chain leash and runs his hands through your hair, letting you get those few precious seconds of rest. Perhaps he knows you need it before he inevitably ruins you a second time. Regardless, you lean into his touch, relishing in the feeling of his nails lightly scratching against your scalp.
As expected, he only gives you a few seconds, but itâs seconds that are appreciated. It mellows you out, and you open your mouth without complaint once Jouno shuffles forward and tilts your head up with a hand, grabbing himself with the other and tapping his cockhead against your lips. Heâs surprisingly gentle as he inserts himself into your mouth, still cradling your head, though you know that wonât last. You place your hands on his body and wait for him to take control as he usually does.
His first couple of thrusts are shallow, slow. He moves deeper, and as his tip hits the back of your throat you gag and whineâ he hushes you, rubbing circles on your jaw with his thumb. Your eyes water again.Â
Jouno pays no mind, letting out sighs of pleasure as he begins to thrust faster, harder, moving the hand not holding the leash to run through your hair again. You look up at him with watery eyes as you allow him to use you, and soon heâs fucking your mouth just as hard as he was fucking you earlier. Though itâs difficult to keep yourself together, though youâre crying unintentionally and drooling and overall ruined, he pacifies you by murmuring words of praise down to you. Itâs satisfying to see him morph from smug to thisâ you watch as his eyebrows slowly knit together, mouth dropping open to let out light grunts, and the more he finds pleasure in your body, the redder his cheeks get.Â
âAh, you feel- youâre being so good for me, fuck,â he pants, and you peer up at him contentedly as he slowly begins to fall apart. A weak noise slips from your open mouth as he tightens the leash, now using it to pull you up and down on his cock, and his head falls back at the added sensation. Heâs holding back his sounds still, though, and you canât have that. You quickly swirl your tongue around his tip when he pulls back again, and that seems to loosen his lips. He lets out the most delicious moan youâve ever heard, breathy and coated in pleasure, and he speeds up.Â
âKeep doing that,â he commands, though it lacks any sort of biteâ itâs more of a whine than anything else. His thrusts are getting sloppy, erratic, and you can tell heâs getting close. You obey eagerly, willing to do anything that lets you hear his wonderful noises again, and as you let your tongue go to work he moans again, yanking you by the collar harder. His thrusts are getting shallower, faster, and you know thereâs only a matter of seconds before itâs over. His voice pitches upâ his hand tightens in your hairâ and with a final thrust deep into your mouth he cums, spilling down your throat with a low groan. He seems done, but you? You continue to gently bob your head and swirl your tongue as you swallow, wanting to coax as much from him as possible, and your efforts are rewarded with a whimper. Itâs the sweetest reward you could ever be given.
Hastily, he pulls out of your mouth, regaining his composure. He holds your head away from him for a moment before he retracts his hand, making sure to stroke your jaw with his thumb a few times before doing so. You look up at him happily from where youâre kneeling below him, hands still on his body, and he lets out a shaky exhale before resting his hands on yours and gently nudging them off of him.
âI trust youâve learned your lesson?â he says, always one to try and remain in control at all times, and you nod, leaning your head against his leg. You hum in affirmation, and he sighs, reaching down to stroke your hair again. It puts a smile on your face, and it widens as his smooth voice praises you again.
âGood girl. Donât do it again or Iâll have to punish you a second time.â
The idea of it sends your heart racing despite yourself. A second punishment didnât sound too bad at all.Â
ââŠDonât get too excited. I wonât be as nice next time.â
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telepatĂa
pairing: idol!jk x model!oc
genre: fluff!
âa kilĂłmetros estamos conectandoâ
âsynopsis: when youâre getting ready for a party and jungkook, whoâs thousands kilometers away from you, wants to video call.
word count: 1,082
warning: ldr, theyâre disguisingly so cute, the word âbabyâ was said for about 1 million times itâs sickening, different timezones, oc dress in front of jk, mention of insomnia, anxiety, stress, mention of an uncomfy situation of oc where other men were being men, protective jk (this jk is not a manipulator, trust), 1st person pov(im so sorry)
authorâs note: my second drabble/fluff!!! this was shorter than I wanted it to be but there will be few (idk how many, it depends to the future me) series of idol!jk x model!oc. <the meaning of âmahal koâ means âmy loveâ in filipino>
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Taking a cold shower after having an intense leg day plus cardio at the gym hits so different. I feel like a brand new person after getting out of my bathroom. I then settle down in front of my vanity table and begin doing my skin care + makeup. As I finished a smooth base of foundation, my phone vibrated.
2 messages received from
mahal kođ°đ€
|| hey baby
|| can we facetime plz? wanna see u
[10:33 pm]
his text was unanticipated at this hour since itâs 5 am in Korea.
me
|| sure bb
[10:34 pm]
mahal ko wants to facetime
drop everything i have with my hands, i swiftly hit the green button, eagerly to see and hear his voice. weâre mostly texting these days because of having different time zones and working schedules to follow. Oftentimes when heâs free and wants to facetime me, I would be either at work or sleeping and vice versa.
âhi pretty!!â he cheerfully greeted me as my phone screen revealed his cute sleepy face. As usual, heâs wearing one of the eight Supreme beanies i got for him when I was in Tokyo. [side story: i was just strolling in the streets of Harajuku when i found this one clothing store that has a lot of stuffs i know jungkook would like and thatâs when i bought those comfy beanies along with other nice things]^_^
âhelloo, my ggukie can't sleep?â i asked while finding something i can lean my phone on so that i can continue doing my makeup
âì.. i'm trying to sleep but canât.â he simply explained as he placed his phone on the side of his bed, moving his naked body to a more comfortable lying position. His arm filled with cool, artistic tattoos is out and on sight, while his other arm were covered with the thick white comforter, so as his entire body.
âWhat's been going on in your mind?â I know that something is bothering him at times like this. i get that having the job and lifestyle he has, isnât merely easy. the pressure, the media, the fans, everything. But although he deals with all these things, I never once heard him complain about them because he knows that thatâs what he signed up for the day he chose to pursue being an idol.
âJust been stressed lately with rehearsals and I'm still jet lagged, maybe I have insomnia? âm not sure but itâs driving me crazy. now i get what u mean when u say ur body is tired and ready to sleep but ur mind isnât.â he further describes how he feels. The worry and anxiety is written in his facial expression.
âmy poor kookie you couldâve call me earlier and i would help you to fall asleepâ
âbut you were at the gym. i know you like blasting reggaeton music while working out.â he pouty responds. well, in his defense heâs right. I love that he remembers small details about me but nothing can top my love for him.
âi do that but I prefer listening to my boyfriendâs angelic voice while working out so that iâll have motivation to do more reps.â replied to him right off the bat. realistically i meant what i said. I usually donât like talking to people when doing workouts but he is an exception.
I received no words but a soft laugh. He must have thought I was kidding. I took a glance at him before I put lipgloss on[his favorite shade].
i can see him covering the blush he has all over his face. i'm very glad to see him having relief.
ââWhere is my pretty girl up to? hmm?â he curiously asks as i put highlights as my last step to finish up the look
âjust going to the club for Sakuraâs birthday party, i'm running out of social energy almost every day because of work and parties but I can't miss this eventâ I explained as I headed over to my walk-in closet.
âhmm âkay tell her i said happy birthday. what are you gonna wear?â
âwell i'm debating on wearing a black leather mini skirt with this asymmetrical black top and for shoes i have this black knee high boots or i just go with this simple black mini backless dress with these red bottoms high heelsâ i say as i show him all the clothes. he and I almost have the same taste in fashion. if we were to combine all of our clothes, they are pretty much all black. whenever itâs shoes, jackets, tops, pants, etc. this is why buying clothes for one another isnât difficult for us.
âWhat did I tell you about mini skirts bb?â oh. i forgot that he allows me to wear mini skirts unless iâm with him since an incident happened when i was in the club and random guys were making me so uncomfortable by giving disguising lust looks and nastily commenting on my skirts. Although he and I know that no matter what a girl wears, guys in the clubs will act like animals regardless. He told me to not wear it because heâs controlling me but rather because he wonât be there to protect me if something happens.
âok then the second choice it isâ i confirmed, putting the first outfit choice back to where they belong.
âhow about you wear that mini skirt when we go on a date? howâs that sound?â he suggests.
âok then ggukieâ
âdress in front of me?â he boyishly asks, using his deep alluring voice. He definitely knows what heâs doing. How can I say no to him?
After dressing, I proceeded to put on the Cartier necklace with his initials in it that he gifted to me when he first came to visit my penthouse in Chicago.
âstill have my oversized leather jacket with you?â he inquire before he yawned
âyupp, why?â I curiously asked
âbring it with you please. i donât want you getting cold in thereâ he softly requested. him and his simple gestures make me fall in love with him deeper.
âi will baby thank youâ
âi love you ___, donât look at other menâ jk murmur jokingly. Well, I hope he said that in a humorous way for the reason that I assure him with my sincere words almost every hour.
â I love you more gguk iâll update you ok?â he just hums, waving his hands leisurely to say goodbye.
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emergency contact
day 1 â angstober !
patrick zweig x reader
note â this is based on that one scene from mr. & mrs. smith (the series) because the show is absolutely fucking amazing and iâm obsessed with it. i def recommend everyone watch if you read this and havenât already.
angstober masterlist
The first time you said "I do," you were standing under a barely decorated arch in a courthouse you barely remember now, wearing a dress you bought on sale. Patrick was late. Of course, he was. But you waited, heart pounding, every second feeling like an hour. Youâd already slipped the ring on your finger in the bathroom, just to see how it would feel. You knew heâd come. He always did. He never had much money in his pocket, and time slipped away from him like water through a sieve, but that was okay. You loved him. You loved the way heâd kiss your forehead in the mornings, his crooked grin when heâd finally show up after keeping you waiting, and how heâd hold you tight like he was afraid you might disappear.
Tashi had pulled you aside a few days before the wedding. You remember the way her voice had softened, the edge of concern in her eyes. âLove isnât enough to marry someone, you know that, right?" sheâd said. But you didnât listen. You couldnât. Your heart was already tangled up in Patrick, knotted so tight it was impossible to separate where you ended and he began. So, you said âI do,â and it didnât matter that the judge looked bored or that Patrick had scrambled in at the last second, breathless and apologetic. It didnât matter that Tashi was right. Love felt like enough.
The break room was bustling with the usual clatter of cups and chatter, the scent of fresh coffee lingering in the air. You were focused on preparing a few snacks for the afternoon meeting, absentmindedly wiping down the counter. In the chaos, you didnât notice the spilled water pooling on the floor. One moment you were upright, and the next, your feet slipped out from under you. Your head struck the tile with a sickening thud, and everything went hazy. The edges of your vision blurred, the world around you dissolving like a faded memory. Distant voices echoed in your ears, warped and muffled, until a sharp cry of alarm pierced through.
When you woke up, the harsh fluorescent lights of the infirmary stung your eyes. The first thing you saw was Patrick, rushing over to your side, his face scrunched up in worry, like a kid trying to solve a puzzle too big for him.
âYour mom called me,â he said, his voice soft, hands cradling yours as if you might break. He cooed over you, kissed your forehead like always, and you let yourself sink into his touch, groggy and too tired to question anything. The scans came back clean; the impact had just knocked you out for a bit, but you'd be fine.
He drove you home in silence, the kind that wrapped around you like a blanket, comforting and warm. But it was also the kind of silence Patrick hated. You could feel it simmering beneath the surface, waiting to bubble up. His mind always spun too fast when things got quiet, overthinking everything until it unraveled.
The silence lingered, grew heavier, until it pressed down on the both of you. He was gripping the steering wheel a little too tight. It wasnât until you were slurping up the soup heâd made. Watery, lacking flavor, but still better because heâd made it, that the clock struck nine like an invisible alarm. He couldnât hold it in anymore.
âDid you call and tell your mom you were in the hospital?â he blurted out, the words crashing into the silence like a wave, startling you.
You looked up, spoon halfway to your lips, confused. âNo, what do you mean?â
He set his bowl down, leaned forward slightly, and his eyes searched yours like he was looking for something you were hiding from him. âWhoâs your emergency contact?â
And there it was.
You could feel where this was heading, a slow, inevitable slide. You licked your lips, buying yourself a second, before carefully placing your spoon down. âMy mom,â you said, voice steady, though your stomach twisted.
His eyebrow shot up, and he scoffed, a sharp, bitter sound that filled the room. The hurt on his face was undeniable. It was painted on every line, etched deep in his features. His jaw clenched, and he shook his head like he couldnât quite believe what he was hearing.
âSo⊠Iâm not?â His voice was low, almost daring, like he was trying to hold it together but cracks were already showing.
You exhaled, rubbing your temples, already exhausted. âPatrick, come onââ
âNo, donât âcome onâ me,â he snapped, pushing his chair back so hard it scraped against the floor. âIâm your husband, right? We said âI do,â we made promises. But Iâm not the one you put down if something happens to you? Why? Because Iâm not reliable enough? Not good enough?â
âThatâs not it,â you said, trying to keep your voice calm, trying to soothe the storm before it got worse. But he wasnât having it.
âThen what is it?â he shot back, eyes blazing. âWhat, am I just here for show? Iâm the guy whoâs late sometimes, who doesnât always have money, but Iâm still here, arenât I? I show up for you. Iâm the one who takes care of you when things go wrong. But your mom gets the call?â
His words struck you with an intensity that left you reeling, each one echoing painfully in your mind. You wanted to fight back, to defend yourself, but guilt had already wrapped its hands around your throat, squeezing tight. He was right, and you both knew it.
âI justââ you began, but he cut you off.
âNo, what am I supposed to think, huh? That you donât trust me? That Iâm not enough?â
You looked at him, the frustration and pain in his eyes, and something broke inside you. âPatrick, I didnât mean to hurt you. I didnât even think about it like that. Itâs just... my momâs always been there. Itâs habit. Itâsââ
âHabit,â he repeated bitterly, his face contorting. âGreat. Iâm not even a choice. Iâm just not even in the equation.â
âIâm sorry,â you said softly, and for a second, he seemed to deflate, the fight going out of him.
He ran a hand over his face, letting out a long breath, the room falling into a tense quiet.
âItâs justâŠâ His voice cracked a little. His eyes locked onto yours. âIâm hurt because youâre my emergency contact. I didnât even think twice about it. I just assumed youâd do the same for me.â
His words lingered in the silence, filled with a sadness that created a distance between you neither of you could bridge. The quiet was stiff and uncomfortable, as if a single wrong word could tear everything apart. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it stayed lodged there, trapping any apology you might have offered. His face, lined with quiet devastation, was harder to look at than any anger he could have shown.
You loved him, always had. But in that moment, staring at the hurt written so clearly on his face, it hit youâlove wasnât enough. Youâd clung to the idea that it could carry you both, but now you knew it never would.
âI love you,â you said, hoping to break through the tension.
âIt doesnât feel like it right now,â he responded, his voice laced with sorrow.
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