#I’ll be so butthurt

[sexynetra]

S17 potential cast spoilers below the cut!

Guys if the rumors are true and Arrietty is actually on s17 I am going to become the most insufferable person you’ve ever seen she is one of my favorite drag queens of all time I almost cried real tears the first time I got to see her perform live If she has no fans I am dead

[thepunkmuppet]

mcr might be a surprise band at download…. the weekend before my birthday…. here in the uk…. this is fine it’s fine I’m fine

[placeinthisworld]

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[myfriendthedictionary]

i am adding onto this because i’m so disgusted by the things im seeing where people joke about not coming to help florida if there’s another hurricane and so on and so forth. if that’s you, what the fuck is wrong with you. more than four million people in florida voted for harris. and that doesn’t even include the literal children who live there who weren’t able to vote and are now watching you say that everyone in their state can actually die in a natural disaster. if you have the luxury of living in an area or state that voted blue, congratulations! you also have the luxury of acknowledging that you’re less likely to be effected by policies that will almost certainly be enacted in these next four years.

and for anyone who wants to argue with me that it’s just a joke or it’s not that serious: it is that serious. even if you’re joking, you’re still implying to millions of people who are already in danger from conservative policy that you won’t come help them, either. that you don’t consider them important. the people who voted for trump in those red states are not reading your jokes about them, but the people who voted blue there are. that’s who sees what you post, when you talk about giving up on the places they’re from. there are people in red states who mobilized for months to get other people like them to turn up for harris and for liberal policy, and it took you less than 24 hours to give up on them. and you expect them not to remember this, the next time you ask for their vote?

in the midst of your anger, please do not forget the brave people who came out to cast a blue vote in those red states. not just the swing states, but the known red states. i have seen so many people writing off entire areas in tones like ‘of course it was going to be red’ or ‘of course trump was going to get it’ and overlooking the fact that there are hundreds of thousands of people who voted blue in these red states. who showed up in the face of overwhelming odds, oppression, and active voter suppression and who still voted. people of color live in red states. women live in red states. queer people live in red states. they exist, and they voted with you, despite everything around them. there are people who waited in line for hours to make their vote count. there are people who drove across the country to return to vote in a state where their rights have already been encroached upon. so i am begging you, do not abandon them now. do not imply that these places are lost causes. do not let the results justify a ‘nothing can be done’ approach on your part. fight for these people, too. fight harder and more fiercely than ever before.

[galariangengar]

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[adrienneleclerc]

Jealous

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles gets easily jealous when his girlfriend fawns over her fictional or celebrity crushes

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: all the characters and celebrities mentioned are people I find attractive. If you don’t have a crush on them, that’s fine, to each their own

Y/N and Charles were watching American Assassin because Charles wanted to watch an action movie and he has never seen it.

“Ugh, Dylan O’Brien could get it.” Y/N said and Charles turned so fast to look at her.

“What?” Charles asked.

“Dylan O’Brien could get it, he is so fine, I already thought he was cute as Stiles but as Mitch Rapp? Ooh, so fine, I’d let him choke me.” Y/N said, eating chips and Charles just looks at her. “What?”

“Were you always this unhinged?” Charles asked.

“A little, but have you seen his veiny arms when he was being held at gun point? I wanna bite them.” Y/N said and Charles looked at his arms and back at the screen.

“Mon ange, my arms are veiny, you could bite mine.” Charles said.

“I bite yours all the time when we’re not in public. There’s just something about Dylan O’Brien playing Mitch Rapp that does something for me. Like look at those abs.” Y/N said and Charles immediately retaliated with

“I have better abs than him!” Charles exclaimed, making a point by taking off his shirt and standing next to the TV to compare him and Dylan O’Brien

“Ay muñeco, Im teasing, don’t take it too seriously.” Y/N said, pulling him back to the bed and kissing him.

The next time Charles got “jealous” was when Y/N was on TikTok and she saw a video of The Drivers Era performing.

“Ross Lynch es tan guapo, no wonder when he performed in Mexico, todos le estaban diciendo que se encuere.” Y/N said and Charles was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Charles poked his head out to see Y/N in bed. “What? Ross is 6’1, our height difference is literally perfect.”

“Are you trying to hurt me, Mon ange?” Charles asked before spitting into the sink.

“Of course not muñeco, he’s just a celebrity crush, it’s not like anything will happen.” Y/N commented.

Then it happened again when Charles and Y/N were out with Pierre and Kika. They saw a movie poster for the ministry of ungentlemany warfare.

“We should see this movie, the trailer looks amazing.” Kika said.

“And so does Henry Cavill, I love how curly his hair is.” Y/N commented.

“Just once I would like to go out and not listen to you talk about other men.” Charles said.

“Whats happening there?” Pierre asked

“Charles gets butthurt when I talk about my celebrity crushes.” Y/N said.

“What do they have that I don’t?” Charles asked.

“Well Ross and Henry are 6 feet tall, Ross plays hockey and I LOVE hockey boys, Henry played field hockey, but you’re taller than Dylan O’Brien, I’ll give you that.” Y/N said and Charles stared at her.

“You weren’t supposed to give me a list!” Charles exclaimed while laughing at how ridiculous this conversation was.

“You literally asked!” Y/N exclaimed. “But I also want to see the movie for Eiza Gonzalez, totally support her making it big in Hollywood.”

“Yes! Loved her in Baby Driver!” Kika said and her and Y/N started talking about movies.

Y/N was watching Supernatural and eating ice cream.

“God I love this episode, he looks so good.” Y/N said. Charles looked at the screen and back at her.

“Really? The Winchester brothers in prison? Isn’t the guy who plays Dean like 50?” Charles asked.

“Um, he’s 46, and he looks good for his age considering he’s white.” Y/N said.

“Cant believe you love Dean Winchester. Why not Sam?” Charles asked.

“I love both Winchester brothers, I just relate to Dean more. And in the later seasons, I don’t like Sam’s hair. But Sam’s hair in season 1 and 2? LOVE.” Y/N said.

“What about my hair?” Charles asked.

“Muñeco, you know how much I love to pull on it when we’re kissing and other stuff.” Y/N says, kissing Charles, running her hands through his hair to make a point, he pulled away.

“Mm, I love when you do that.” Charles said smiling.

“I know you do.” Y/N said, continuing to play with his hair. “There’s no reason to be jealous of my celebrity crushes, okay?“

“I’m not convinced, how about you show me that you’re mine and mine alone.” Charles said, hand wrapped around Y/N’s throat, not applying pressure.

“It would be my pleasure.” Y/N said, holding Charles’s hand to run to their bedroom.

The End

Hope y’all like it!

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

I.T. -Oneshot

Word count: 3082 *Took some inspiration from Garcia & Morgan from Criminal Minds.

“Get me in there, babygirl,” Bucky grunted.

“Yeah, yeah, give me a second sweet cheeks,” Y/N said, her fingers clicking away on her keyboard.  She could hear Bucky’s metal arm pounding into the door, trying to break in to free Sam from a trap that he’d accidentally fallen into.  The building was rigged to blow within just a few minutes, and they needed to get out fast.  She glanced at the screen, showing him scowling at the door then looking towards the camera, like he knew she was watching him.

“Quit staring at my ass and open the damn door!” he griped at the camera.

Y/N smirked as she typed the final code in and the door slid open.  “But it’s such a great looking ass,” she whined teasingly.

“Would you both knock it off and help me, please?!” Sam yelled.

Bucky ran into the room and undid the straps holding Sam down to the chair he was in, helping him get his wings back on before they both ran out of the room.  “Turn right,” Y/N said.  They turned right and booked it down the hallway toward the nearest exit.  “The Quinjet is ready but cloaked, so run straight out the door about 50 yards then step up.”  They both grunted in affirmation.  “God I love hearing men moan in my ear,” she smiled.

“For fucks sake, Y/N,” Sam groaned, but Bucky laughed.

“Don’t give me any ideas, babygirl,” Bucky said lowly.

“Shut up!” Sam yelled at him before they both jumped into the hidden Quinjet, the door closing fast behind them before it lifted off then headed back to headquarters.

“What’s wrong, Sammy baby?” Y/N said in a sing-song voice.  

She could see through the camera in the Quinjet as Sam looked up at it and flipped her off.  Bucky knocked his hand down, making Sam huff indignantly, then looked at the camera with his signature, dead sexy smirk.  “Take us home, Mama.”

“Mmh, I love it when you call me Mama,” Y/N replied.

“Stop it!” Sam screamed.

***

“Hey, babygirl,” Bucky greeted her later that night.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” Y/N greeted him back, turning in her chair.  “Hey Sammy baby–”

“No,” Sam said, holding a finger up to her.  “Just check my wings, please.  I’m not in the mood for this weird, flirty banter right now.”

“Jeez, you get caught once and you’re all Mr. Grumpy Gills,” Y/N frowned at him, taking the pack from him and setting it on her desk.

Sam rolled his eyes.  “I’m going to bed,” he groaned, turning from the room and quickly walking out before anything else could be said.

“What’s up his ass?” Y/N asked Bucky offhandedly, her hands opening Sam’s wings and checking them over for any issues.

“He’s just butthurt he had to be saved,” Bucky scoffed.  “He’ll be fine.”  He walked around the desk to stand next to her, his metal arm flinging over her shoulder.  “So, have you thought about my offer?”

It was Y/N’s turn to roll her eyes.  “Buck, what do I need training for?  I’m I.T., just sitting here, behind a desk, far away from the real action.”

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know how to defend yourself,” Bucky retorted for the hundredth time.  “Please, babygirl?” He squeezed her shoulder and made her turn to face him, giving her his best puppy dog-eyed, pleading stare.  

Y/N tried not to be swayed, but his big, baby blue eyes were too much for her.  She whined again, stomping her feet.  “Alright, fine.”  Bucky’s bright smile blinded her.  “But you have to make it worth my while,” she said with a wicked smile, her eyebrow arching at him.

“Mmh?  And how’s that?” Bucky said, his smile matching hers.

“I’ll train with you as long as you wear that way too tight tank top,” Y/N smirked dangerously.  She and Bucky had a teasing, flirty relationship from the beginning, but lately it had been pushing a lot of boundaries, both of them seeing how far the other would go.

Bucky leaned down, nuzzling her nose with his.  “Just for you, babygirl,” he said quietly.  She gasped as he kissed the tip of her nose, then squeezed her one more time before releasing her and walking out the door.  “See you tomorrow, 7:00 a.m. sharp!”

“Seven?!” Y/N scoffed.

***

Y/N regretted the training the moment it started.  Now she was four weeks of sessions in, and as much as she could tell she was getting a little stronger and getting the moves down better, the real endurance came from her sanity being tested each time as Bucky walked in with his Winter Soldier swagger, workout joggers and the tight tank top she had requested.  She was kicking herself now for that request, since it did nothing but distract her, building a pool of jittery, sexual tension in her gut that was exacerbated by their flirty banter.

“Come on, babygirl, strategize.  How do you get out of this?” Bucky asked as he pinned her arms behind her back, his weight on top of her as she lay on the floor.

“Ugh, I don’t,” Y/N grunted, squirming against his hold.  “I think you just like manhandling me.”

Bucky laughed then leaned down to her ear.  “You have no idea,” he whispered suggestively.  “Now think.  What can you do?”

Y/N squirmed again, then got a scandalous idea.  She relaxed the upper half of her body, her hands twisting to grip his hands holding her and squeezing them, while she arched her back and pushed her ass up and into his groin, grinding against him.  Bucky gasped, his hands loosening enough that she was able to pull them out of his grasp, twist around and maneuver herself to flip him onto his back.  Her hips sat squarely on top of his hips as she straddled his lap, her hands grabbing his wrists and pulling them above his head, putting her full weight on him.  She grunted and smiled when she finally overpowered him.  “How does it feel being manhandled, huh?” she panted above him.  

Bucky’s eyes were wide, his mouth agape and his own breathing heavy as he stared up at her.  Y/N suddenly realized the position she had put them in, and her triumphant smirk fell as she started to panic.  She let go of his wrists and started to sit up, which only made it so she could feel something hard against her core.  Before she could try to move off of him Bucky quickly hoisted himself up and pushed her onto her back, his hips settling in between her legs as he laid on her front and pinned her wrists above her head with his metal hand, his flesh elbow keeping him hovering over her.  “As much as I love you manhandling me, I can’t keep doing this anymore,” he huffed, his gaze flickering across her face.  

“Doing what?” Y/N whispered.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his eyes focusing on her lips.

As much as her heart was pounding with her anxiety, she felt herself nodding.  “Do you want me?” she asked.

Bucky smirked and slightly rolled his hips into her, pushing the proof of his desire into her, making her lightly gasp.  “Fuck yeah,” he answered.  He leaned down and kissed her deeply, pulling another gasp from her.  Y/N felt like she was melting as his lips seemingly injected a deep calm through her skin, overriding the anxiety and letting her relax into the desire she had been feeling for so long.  Her legs instinctively lifted and she hooked her ankles behind his hips, pulling his lower half into her firmly as she kissed him back.  He hummed against her lips, letting go of her wrists so he could wrap his arms around her, and she took the opportunity to cup his face in her hands, her fingers scratching at his beard gently.  

She angled her head to deepen the kiss further, opening her mouth to lick at his bottom lip.  Bucky smiled and opened his mouth to her, letting her taste him, his tongue indulging in hers.  “Fuck, babygirl,” he groaned, slightly pulling away so he could start kissing her cheek and down to her neck,  sucking a spot just beneath her jaw as he dry humped into her.  “I wanna have you.  Can I fuck you?  Huh?  Please babygirl I can’t–”

“Take me to bed, sweet cheeks,” Y/N said, her fingers scratching up into his hair, making him moan.  

Bucky pulled them both off of the floor, carrying her out of the personal training room they were in and walking down the hall to the elevator.  Y/N took her turn kissing, licking and sucking along his neck, her legs wrapped tight around his waist.  When it finally opened up to the personal quarters floor he marched out, holding her tight.  If there was anyone there, neither of them noticed or cared.  He reached his room and shut the door loudly, locking it then caging her against it, his kisses incessant and needy.  Now that they were in private his hands started to roam more, feeling down her back, her sides, then kneading her ass cheeks.  “God, you feel so good,” he groaned.  “Taste so good,” he said, licking at her jaw again.  Y/N whined at the urgency she could feel building in her belly, her nails scratching at his back.  “Fuck, you sound good, too.  Hearing you flirt with me in my ear during missions.  Your voice getting breathy and sexy, calling me all kinds of sweet things.  Jesus, you drive me crazy!”

“Can you blame me?” Y/N breathed with a smile.  “With your sexy ass?”

Bucky huffed a laugh, his breath fanning her collarbone before he pulled her away from the door and turned to walk to his bed, laying her down on it gently before he started pulling off her clothes.  Y/N helped him as best as she could until she lay naked beneath him.  He stared at her in awe, his hands slowly and gently feeling her up.  “So beautiful,” he whispered reverently.  Y/N smiled sweetly at him, then tugged at his shirt.  Bucky quickly undressed himself, and her eyes widened.  The tight tank top didn’t do him justice, and getting to see him in his full naked glory was almost overwhelming.  

“Goddamn, Barnes, you need a license for that thing,” Y/N said, looking at his cock.

Bucky doubled over laughing before climbing up the bed to hover over her.  “Only you could turn some sexy time into a joke,” he chuckled, kissing her chest and massaging her breasts in his hands.  

“No joke, I’m actually a bit afraid you won’t fit,” Y/N said, smiling but genuinely feeling hesitant and worried.

“I’ll take care of you, babygirl, don’t stress,” Bucky murmured as he lazily kissed and licked at her nipples, making her squirm.  His flesh hand felt down her stomach, over her hips until he nestled it in between her legs, his fingers stroking over her lower lips.  His breath stuttered when he felt how wet she already was, and his thumb rubbed at her clit as his other fingers prodded at her pussy, dipping in one slowly, then after a while another.  

Y/N’s breathing quickened, her stomach flinching at particularly deep thrusts of his fingers and at how his tongue flicked over her nipples.  She started to grind her hips into his hand, her hands holding his head against her breasts, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.  She could feel the orgasm building rapidly.  “Buck…I…oh my god!” she nearly shrieked.

“I’ve got you babygirl, cum for me,” Bucky grunted against her breast, sucking her nipple harshly into his mouth.

He added a third finger, stretching her to get ready for him, then as her pussy relaxed his fingers curled inside her and his thumb flicked her clit just right, making her stiffen then moan loudly as she finally fell apart, her hips trembling as he helped her ride out her orgasm.  Bucky moaned as well, his deep voice vibrating into her breast.  When she stopped shaking he gently pulled his fingers out of her and brought them to his eye level.  He stared at her slick on his fingers, then looked her in the eyes as he stuck them in his mouth, sucking her off of himself.  He groaned and she exhaled sharply, her desire coming back full force.  “You’re delicious, babygirl,” he said quietly.  He hauled himself up and positioned himself between her legs, his flesh hand gripping his cock and pumping it as he rubbed the tip through her pussy lips.  “You ready?” he asked, glancing up at her.

“Yes, please sweet cheeks,” Y/N begged, her hands reaching down to his hips and pulling him forward.

“So desperate for my cock,” Bucky smirked.  “Fuck, you gonna be let me fill you up, babygirl?”

“Yeah,” she nodded frantically, her ankles hooking behind him again and trying to pull him in.

“Whose pussy is this?” Bucky asked, slapping his cock on her clit.

“FUCK!  YOURS!  It’s your pussy!”  Y/N yelped, her breathing getting more erratic with how desperate she felt to be filled.  “Please, Buck, don’t tease me anymore.  I’m gonna lose it.”

“Good,” he said, his voice getting lower and raspy.  “That’s just how I want you.”  Without warning he thrust into her, shoving all of himself in.  Y/N’s back arched at the mix of pleasure and slight pain from the stretch, sucking in a deep breath like she’d just come up for air.  Bucky shuddered above her, his flesh arm slightly shaking as his face twisted in deep desire.  “Holy shit,” he breathed.  “You feel amazing.  God…fuck…how do you feel this good?”

Y/N was jittery again, still shaking from how much the pleasure was rippling through her lower half and up her spine.  She’d never felt so full, so whole before.  Her hands slid up his back, feeling every dip and curve of muscle.  “Bucky,” she whined.

Bucky shivered again, his head hanging low.  “Babygirl, if you keep saying my name like that, I’m not gonna last,” he said, his hips rutting into her.  She whined low in her throat, and he finally braced himself differently and thrust again.  He set a hard but steady pace, each snap nearly making her eyes roll back in her head.  He leaned down and hugged her tight against him again like down in the training room.  He kissed her deeply, immediately tasting her again, making her head swim.  Y/N felt delirious.  The fact that she was here, in this moment, surrounded completely by everything him, was overwhelming in the best way.

Her arms wound behind his back, her nails digging into his shoulder blades as the pressure built in her belly again.  She tucked her face into the crook of his neck.  “Sweet…ungh…cheeks, I’m gonna c-cum,” Y/N slurred, her mouth opening wide in a silent moan.

“Fuck yes, please, babygirl, cum on my cock,” Bucky huffed against her cheek, his hot breaths in her ear.  He nibbled her earlobe as his metal hand traveled down her side to her leg, hiking it up just a little higher over his hip then giving her ass cheek a hard slap.  She cried out as he hit that spot deep inside with the new angle, shaking against him as she teetered on the edge of the cliff of her pleasure.  “That’s it, Y/N, my baby, my girl.  My sweet pussy.  Let me have it!”  He pounded into her and she finally fell, screaming as she came, biting his shoulder as she spasmed and her pussy gripped him strongly.  Bucky whimpered then shuddered hard, moaning loudly in her ear as he came.  She could feel his hot cum filling her, and it made the aftershocks more intense, making her shiver violently against him.  Her eyes rolled back as he continually rutted everything he had into her, slowing to a stop when he finished.

Bucky panted above her, trying to breathe normally again as his forehead rested against her cheek.  “Holy fucking shit, babygirl, that was…god, I can’t even think straight,” he chuckled, kissing her face until he pulled away to look at her.  Y/N was gone to the world, her eyes shut  with tears streaming from the sides, her head lolled lazily to the side, her mouth agape and a small line of saliva dribbling down the side of her face.  “Jesus, Y/N, did I fuck you dumb?”  Bucky huffed a laugh in surprise, adjusting himself so his flesh hand could reach up and wipe her mouth and eyes.  He tapped her cheek lightly and she hummed.  “I’m sorry, babygirl, I didn’t mean to–”

“Don’t ever apologize for making me cum so hard I nearly fainted, sweet cheeks,” Y/N said, her voice gravelly from how hard she screamed.  “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before in my life.”

Bucky laughed, kissing her face again and cupping the side of her face to look at him.  She peeled her eyes open to see him staring at her with an adoring smile.  She smiled back at him, her hands reaching up to run through his hair again.  He hummed then kissed her lips sweetly.  “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he confessed, his eyes looking hopeful but a little scared.

“Me, too,” Y/N replied.  “I-I know we joke and flirt a lot, but I really like you, as more than just friends.”

Bucky’s smile widened and he let out a soft sigh.  “Thank god,” he said.  “I like you, too.  A lot.  Probably way too much.”

Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes.  “So obsessed with me, sweet cheeks.  I mean really, get a hobby.”

Bucky laughed, dropping his forehead on her shoulder as they both shook from laughter against each other.  “Well, you’re my new hobby now, babygirl.  So you better get used to me being utterly,” he kissed her neck, “and ridiculously,” he kissed her jaw, “obsessed with you.”  He kissed her deeply again, pulling a low hum from her.  

When he pulled away she smiled, then it twisted into something conspiratorial.  “Sam’s gonna be so sick of us.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, making her laugh harder.  “Fuck him.”

[pupyuj]

[cw: g!p yujin, hate-fucking OOOH, bratty dom yuj bcs i love it when she’s annoying, daddy kink, degradation, overstimulation, breeding kink (are we.. noticing a pattern here 😭), edging]

jock!yujin as promised bcs these pics unlocked something in me 😍😍 SHE’S TOO HANDSOME 😞💘💘 this is reminiscent of the very first yuj drabble i did so look away if it’s practically identical I SWEAR I HAVE FRESH IDEAS 😭😭 she needs to drop the jorts outfit pics ya’ll know i’ll be all over those 😣 ineedhersobadit’snotajokeanymore

yujin as one of the members of the opposing swimming team that’s always hitting on you during every meet 🤭 but ugh she’s not at all amusing! she taunts you, teases you, and used to pull pranks on you but now that the two of you have grown and she is much much more… well, attractive, all that tension has turned into… something else!

yujin was lucky you’re merely a courtside cutie supporting your friends who are on your school’s team, or else you would have kicked her ass to the pool every time she whispers something dirty in your ear 😒 still though… you could never look away from her or completely reject her advances bcs hello?? has anybody seen that face?? that body?? those abs?? that dick??! gosh!! knowing ahn yujin, she’s tease you to no end bcs this would all mean that her flirting and catcalling is working.. and your pride was way too big for you to just let yujin think that she has you under her spell 🤭

it was yujin’s own huge ego that made her want to start a stupid bet with you! if she beats her record, then you’ll let her take you out on a date! you were torn between taking this opportunity to embarrass yujin in front of your friends as well as her team or not even give yujin the idea that she can score with you but alas! you just had to feel like you had to take her down a notch 🫢🫢 and so you accept the bet… and ofc that was the one time the gods of fortune did not bless you 😨 yujin won! and there her annoying friends go teasing you and pushing you towards yujin as if she wasn’t drenched 😒 you were butthurt and annoyed so ended up storming off to the showers bcs now your shirt was wet and oh how you wish you could just knock some sense into yujin and her stupid friends and—

“one date isn’t going to hurt you, baby!” you really should’ve known yujin was going to follow you 😭

“date? what date?” you asked as you exited a stall with toilet paper in your hand, furiously dabbing on your shirt,, which just so happens to be a see-through shirt so now there yujin was, checking you out while biting her lip. how subtle 😒 "i'm not going anywhere with you, ahn. you're annoying, you're arrogant, and you don't know how to take 'no' for an answer."

"and you're a terrible liar, (y/n)," unfortunately yujin knows exactly what you're hiding behind your cold words and your bitchy stares and sickening side-eyes! see, sometimes you're not exactly subtle either, and yujin was surprisingly observant so yes, she has seen you stare at her hard-on multiple times before, she has seen the way you lick your lips when she enters the room, and she has absolutely seen you smile ‘in secret’ after she shoots a flirty comment your way 😋😋 “you want me.”

but you weren’t going to go down easily! “to get out of my sight maybe.” sigh as much as you try to put up a fight tho, those pretty eyes are always going to be a weakness of yours!! bcs somehow.. attempting to walk away from her only resulted in you being pulled back into her, and that was where yujin finally kissed you 🫣

shower sex?? shower sex!! yujinnie forcing you to go down on your knees as soon as she has stripped you completely naked, and she’s slapping her thick, throbbing cock on tour face with a mocking smile.. she won after all, why not celebrate it? 😋 “come on, (y/n)… isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for?” she’d tease while pressing her tip against your lips knowing damn well how much you want her cock down your throat 😣 this was humiliating.. her being so big that you can barely take all of her inside your mouth :(( but god, the sound of your gagging and broken moans were such a pleasure to hear that yujin really didn’t care that you were struggling! she’s using your mouth at a steady pace, hands on your hair, both praises and insults escaping her lips amidst her own moans…

jerking her off at the same time and forcing your eyes open just so you can see that adorable look on yujin’s face… the one where she’s squeezing her eyes shut at the pleasure.. sucking the air between her teeth every time her tip touches the back of your mouth… her noises only getting louder and louder once you’ve gotten used to her size and came up with tricks of your own: making use of your tongue by slowly dragging it across her slit, letting her watch as you play with your nipples knowing it pisses her off that she can’t touch you at the moment… fuck, yujin was obsessed with you and your pettiness and you have no fucking idea just how much 😵‍💫😵‍💫

ughdhfhdhfjcn playing with the head of her cock so much that she cums unexpectedly.. but what yujin really liked was how her cum spilled out of your mouth and how she painted your face with the hot, white fluids—you looked so much prettier!! 🤭🤭 and oh how yujin wished she could take her camera and take a picture of you right now: looking up at her expectantly with lust-filled eyes and her cum just all over your face.. something she’d jerk off to every night along w your insta pics but you don’t know about that yet 🫢

any sign of that pride of yours being gone as soon as yujin picks you up and fucks you against the wall 🫣 her dick penetrating you at a rapid pace, your moans and the slapping of skin against skin echoing throughout the empty locker room.. wouldn’t be surprised if your guys’ friends hears you bcs yujin was merciless! fucking you like it was going to be her last, marking you up just how she likes it..

“s-see..? you’re just a f-fucking whore… mmhn..! aren’t you, (y/n)??”

“fuck you—ah! i hate you.. i hate y—fuck!” you can’t deny that it all felt too good 😵‍💫😵‍💫

“f-fine.. insult me more, see where it gets you. do you.. hah… do you not want to get filled up?”

having no choice but to give in to yujin bcs you were so close :(( between her cock ramming inside you and her sneaking her hand in between your legs and toying with your clit, it was becoming too much 😣 “come on.. you know how to beg, don’t you? how fucking else a-are you an honour student? huh? teacher’s whore.” she was so fucking wrong but this was the one time her insults turned you on more than they angered you 😵‍💫 you whine, you claw at yujin’s back, you tug on her hair, but you don’t ever utter a word—you wouldn’t please her that easily but oh she just knows the way she can break your guard down even more! 😤

yujin denying you of your release multiple times.. she wants to cum too but she has no problem holding it all in and dumping it all inside you… seeing you cry and glare at her whenever she slows down was more entertaining than actually getting to pop inside you 🤭 “we can do this all day if that’s what you want, (y/n).. i know i’d fucking love to break you.” and yujin was serious! she wasn’t going to let up until she hears your magical voice cry out her name 🫣🫣

another orgasm stolen from you and you finally completely gave up.. “s-s-stop it..! stop it.. please, please, daddy, l-let me cum…!” you begged and begged as you sobbed, aww ☹️ yujin wasn’t even expecting so much pleading, let alone that nickname.. she almost felt bad that she was making you cry so much but she has to hear that again 🫢 the idea of you calling her ‘daddy’ every time you touch yourself to her.. god, the things yujin could do to you..! 🫣🫣

“louder. they can’t hear you.”

and so louder you scream yujin's name 😳😳 she whispers both praises and insults in your ear, having so much fun at the hold she has on you.. you could literally just cum on your own but instead, you're holding it back for until yujin tells you that you can! "you fucking whore... i can get you pregnant right here and you wouldn't care, huh?" she loved taunting you🤭

"no.. no, i don't... please, fill m-me up.. ah!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore 😵‍💫 you just wanted to be relieve of all this.. and that yujin gives you after another minute of denial; groaning sweetly as she spills her load deep inside you, also watching as you creamed all over her cock.. ugh you looked so pretty with all the marks she left on your chest and neck.. your eyes were burning and red from crying, but they still held desire for yuji.. well this was going to be a long shower now 🤭 she knew the two of you were perfect together!

[kideaternomnom]

JJK’s god forsaken fandom has done lots of characters dirty. Whether it be downplaying Nobara’s backstory, some calling Maki a “Toji copy,” you get it. However literally no other JJK character has been done as dirty or bad in the fandom than Megumi:

His trauma and his damn FATHER leaving him gets downplayed by the fandom, saying how “he said he didn’t care.”

He gets called bland, yet if his insecurities are explored along with his inferiority complex it either gets ignored or he STILL gets slandered.

When he is appreciated he either gets sexualized or watered down to his long eyelashes.

Good fights that show his INCREDIBLE smartness along with fighting the curse, Reggie, Kirara, etc get ignored or get credibility taken away.

The scene where he literally gets Yuji back up at the campfire is ALSO ignored. (Without Megumi or Todo Itadori would’ve given up. It’s no debate.)

Gets sexism from toxic masculine wannabe “alpha” boys who are butthurt he isn’t your typical “cool powerful badass.”

(MANGA SPOILERS) His body when taken over by Sukuna gets touched inappropriately by Yorozu, which can practically count as SA. However literally NOBODY notices this.

His dynamic with Tsumiki and how much he cares for her is undermined.

Literally almost all scenes that show his mind and depth gets undermined.

Some people say his backstory “wasn’t that bad” just because he had Gojo take him in. ☠️

He gets victim blamed for what happened with Sukuna in the manga.

(MANGA SPOILERS) He gets blamed for being depressed and giving up when his LITERAL REASON for becoming a Jujutsu sorcerer and living is gone, along with his body being used to kill his own mentor and taking billions of hits.

There’s literally so much more but I’ll stop there. The way Megumi aka a literal TEENAGER is treated in this god awful fandom is actually so disgusting, and reeks of major apologism along with victim blaming. It’s sad because Megumi is easily VERY well written and complex. He just had to be in this illiterate fandom. Seriously, f this fandom. 😭

[leighlew3]

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THE MARVELS.

But I’ll refrain from direct spoilers for now. It’s mildly spoiler-y maybe but very generalized and I’m gonna talk around some stuff. 😅

The nutshell?

It’s legit SO fun. It’s a fun, funny as hell, really ENJOYABLE time at the movies. I laughed. Got misty. Felt feels. And wow… THE CAMEOS!!! 🔥

This movie is for everybody. Families should have a great time. But fangirls especially will LOVE. Highly recommend for a SMILE. 😸

Cool action. Great music. Lovable cast (I will adore Iman Vellani as Kamala Khan forever). Laugh out loud moments. I loved it. It didn’t unnecessarily waste time nor stretch anything out. It’s just under 2 hours and it WORKS.

Look, yeah it’s blah blah random plot lore lore etc but it opens up for the future while giving a blast of a ride in the present (and nods to the past). 😉

Go. Now. 👍

And stay for the mid-credit scene!

Lastly, IMO, it’s all very queer coded. Baity even. THAT 🎶 scene was the one iffy thing for me. Kinda silly, and really felt like a “no homo” for the straights but a wink wink and super coded for the LGBTQs. “Marriage of convenience” … 🤐💀 Anyway it’s pretty clear Carol and Valkyrie definitely hooked up. And we all know Maria was so totally her partner before, because come on already… Monica is her dang daughter, that “Aunt” shit ain’t flyin’. And Kamala is hardcore CRUSHIN’ on Carol. 😂

Also one of the cameos at the end. Of all characters they chose the one people are also shipping with another female character, played by an actress beloved by the sapphics for her previous queer roles? And the cats?! So many cats. 💀 Plus Valkyrie in a suit? SAPPHICS RISE.

This entire movie was a whole fruit basket but in a way that slides past heteronormative audiences so “families can still enjoy” (🙄) but that’s a whole other ramble (or rant) for another day.

In the meantime… it’s so fun, y’all. Please GO. It’s important to support projects like these or they’ll keep pulling back on women and POC in these things. Even though the strike impacted promotion and the butthurt fragile misogynists are trying to review bomb (as always). It’s legit a fun time and if you hated it I have to just assume you hate fun, so. Go. See it. Spread the word. 🙏

[blackdollette]

‎‎ㅤㅤ‎‎10.10: DOUBLE PENETRATION! - rafe cameron

જ⁀➴ pairing: brat!female!reader x rafe

જ⁀➴ word count: 1.6k

જ⁀➴ contents: public sex, fingering, fighting, dirty talk, blood, slight violence

you were way out of his league.

you were just about as far from the submissive, good girls that he played with and threw away on repeat.

you wore your skirts too short, your shirts too low, and you just didn’t know how to keep a good attitude around him. a hot mess was the best way to describe you. your mouthiness, carelessness, and the way you were just a royal pain in the ass would’ve been the perfect turn-off for rafe…

but damn it all to hell if your fiery spirit wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

but even then, your relationship with him was a train wreck waiting to happen, even when you’re having a cute little outing at a restaurant.

dragging you into the nearest public restroom, rafe whips the door open before shoving you inside. he storms in after you, shutting the door behind him and making sure to lock it.

while you nearly stumble onto the cold, marble floor, rafe pushes you to the wall by your chest, pinning you there as he begins to seeth.

“what the fuck was that in there, huh..?!” he whisper-shouted right in your face, his breath hot against your cheek.

you waste no time swatting his hand off of your chest, eyes narrowing in a bitter glare. 

“what was what?” you spat back at nearly twice the volume. “one second i’m talking to the waiter and the next, you’re all butthurt about something! so you tell me: what the fuck is the matter with you?!”

that damn mouth of yours. rafe thought.

“don’t fucking play dumb with me, princess!” he swiftly grabs your arm, hard enough to make you wince just a little. “you just have to pull out the whore-card whenever you don’t get what you want, huh? i deny you one fucking glass of champagne and you start showing off your tits to the waiter!”

you roll your eyes as a slight smirk spreads across your face. 

you couldn’t deny the truth of his statement. you didn’t even want to. you had had one too many sips of alcohol already that night, and he knew how stormy you could be when you were hungover.

but frankly, you couldn't care less. 

you had warned rafe many times that if you couldn’t get what you wanted from him, you’d take your trouble elsewhere. 

because you knew just how afraid he was of losing you.

“so that’s what’s got your panties in such a twist?” you pout mockingly, reaching out to pat his cheek. “poor baby. i’ll tell you what. if you suck it up and act like a good boy, i’ll let you be the little spoon tonight.” 

your taunt rubbed him in the worst way, just as they always did. hearing those bitter words come from those perfectly glossed lips always did something to him.

rafe takes a fistful of the assortment of expensive necklaces around your neck, all courtesy to him, and pulls you closer to him, speaking each word with razor-sharp precision.

“listen here and listen good, bitch. we are gonna walk back into that restaurant, and you’re going to sit your bratty ass down on my lap and be good for the rest of the night, y’hear..?!”

your chests pressed together and you could feel his rapid heart beating against yours. his cheeks were flushed with rage, nostrils flared and breathing erratic. you’d never admit this to him, but you adored seeing him get all riled up.

you inhale a deep noseful of his cologne-adorned scent, gazing up at him with those big doe eyes that he loved so much when they weren’t gazing at other men.

you go up on your tiptoes to bring your lips to his ear, placing your hands gently on his broad shoulders and you whisper warmly to him. 

“well, sweet boy, you can kiss my bratty ass goodbye.”

now more than ever, he wanted nothing more than to shut you up for once and for all.

in one swift movement, you knee him in the crotch, knocking him ever-so-slightly off balance as you saunter off.

blinded by an overwhelming abundance of emotion, rafe’s fist connected with the bathroom’s long mirror in a forceful punch. the echoing sound of glass breaking stopped you in your tracks, giving him just enough time to pull you back into his grip, this time his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

the quick movement of his bloody fist was enough to push your highly risque top even lower, a sight that not even the most disciplined man could resist. 

“let go of me, rafe. goddamnit, we can’t go anywhere without you embarrassing m-!”

you were cut off as rafe pressed your lips into a rough but hungry kiss, his teeth finding your bottom lip and biting on it hard enough to send a bolt of heat through your body.

you couldn’t help but let your lips glide against his. his technique had always been hypnotic, and you were helpless to deny him.

his big arms scooped you up, making your legs wrap around his waist as he pulled away, panting as he whispered to you.

“...you’re so fucking pretty, baby… too bad you talk so damn much. but i’ll fix that for you…”

before you could blink, he put you down, spun you around, and bent you over the cold, porcelain sink right in front of the shattered mirror.

as your short skirt lifted from the motion, a harsh slap landed on the flesh that made your whole body jump.

you hiss, wincing as he uses his other hand to pull down your skimpy top, freeing your tits and staring at you through your reflection.

“you wanna be bratty tonight? talk now, bitch.”

rafe’s bloodied hand reached forward, gripping your jaw firmly and shoving his middle and ring fingers into your mouth. the iron tang of the blood filled your tongue in an instant, but you couldn’t help but suckle on his fingers as his other hand roughly tore away your thin little panties, dangling them in front of your face before tossing the discarded fabric into the neighbouring sink.

as the cold bathroom air hit your sodden pussy, you began to throb as he teasingly trailed his finger up and down your slit.

skipping the foreplay, something he never believed was necessary, he stuffed your hole with three fingers, stuffing you with his calloused digits.

you choked out a moan around his fingers, strings of your drool beginning to drip down his palm. you couldn’t scream, you couldn’t talk, and you absolutely didn’t want him to stop.

his fingers wasted no time pumping in and out of your painfully tight pussy, using your cum as the perfect lubricant. to him, this was heaven. having your fat lips swallowing his fingers whole. and both pairs, at that. 

“still want to fuck around with that waiter, princess?” he cooed tauntingly, curling his fingers inside of your cunt to make you shrivel. 

you could already feel your guts submitting to his overwhelming dominance, your back arching with each pump.

you shook your head frantically, choking out desperate sobs around his fingers as the swirling solution of spit and blood trickled into the sink. 

you watch rafe sneer through the reflection of the mirror, his words absorbing right into your mind as he speaks. 

“i spoil your ass rotten daily and you repay me by eyefucking any bastard you stumble across. you’ve got it too fucking easy, kid. getting whatever you want with one bat of those eyelashes of yours. but that’s just the way you like it, huh?”

tears begin to dribble down your puffy cheeks as your hips back against his fingers, black streaks trailing down your face.

if only those gorgeous, teary eyes of yours didn’t work him up even more.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, using his thumb to wipe away the black, smudgy tears on your face.

“yeah… that’s my princess… you know you’re my girl, right..?”

you sniffle, nodding as he slowly pulls his fingers out of your dripping, puffy cunt, giving it a few rough slaps before gently standing you back upright.

catching a reflection of yourself in the mirror, you cringe slightly. your mascara is running, your lipgloss is all smudged, and you probably won't be able to get your top to sit right for the rest of the night. not to mention the painfully conspicuous trail of cum dripping down your inner thighs.

gently, rafe places his jacket on your shoulders, the oversized material going perfectly with your outfit. he grabs a handful of paper towels, using them to carefully fix up your makeup the best he can. and he does a pretty good job, though you’d never admit that.

he holds your face in his hands, pressing another kiss to your swollen lips, this one notably softer than before. he pulls away after a long moment, gazing down into your eyes.

“your ass is mine whether you like it or not, pretty girl. now let’s get you that glass of champagne.”

rafe wraps his arms around your shoulders, using his blood-stained hand to unlock the door of the bathroom.

you look up at him, pouting just a little.

“...can you buy me some new panties too…?”

you plea shyly, all smugness and confidence from before gone like it was never there.

rafe gazes down at you once more, a smirk on his face as he witnesses the much less-commonly known side of you.

“whatever you want, princess. whatever you want.”

[fixing-bad-posts]

what is (was?) lore fm 😭 any why's everyone talking about it

omg i didn’t expect so many people to actually care about my tags and send me asks about this lmao. i have to run some errands so i’ll respond to them in detail re: the gift economy of fandom when i get back home, but in answer to your question, anon:

lore.fm was an app for mobile, in beta, being advertised on tiktok as “audible for ao3” which has just shut down due to fannish-author backlash. the spokesperson for lore.fm was presented as a small fannish creator running a passion project to improve accessibility of fanfic, but reddit sleuths discovered that she was/is backed by a larger tech startup with a history of releasing and developing apps which leverage generative ai.

ao3 artists were/are understandably upset about the idea of having their works hosted outside of ao3 (despite lore.fm’s spokesperson claiming that the app would not host their works—which she called “content”—publicly) without their permission. they were also upset about the idea of their works being scraped for ai training data. some writers were also upset about the idea that their fics being made available outside of ao3 would reduce their number of hits/kudos/comments (personally, i think this is the least of our concerns, but i understand why people would be distressed).

there was a general lack of transparency around the development and release of the app, and the spokesperson on tiktok basically responded to all criticism by calling detractors “ableist” and “classist”, and then a few hours later announced that the app (which she called a “product” – which, why was she calling it that when she claimed it was supposed to be a free access tool?) was shutting down due to author backlash—backlash which she then reduced to butthurt authors being thirsty and selfish for kudos/comments/hits.

now people on tumblr and reddit are celebrating its shutdown and people on tiktok are upset that this accessibility tool is no longer in development/slated for release. but personally, i’m sure that there were plans for monetization down the line so i’m glad it’s gone.

[sohnric]

BIGGER BOYS AND STOLEN SWEETHEARTS — K. SUNWOO

pairing: kim sunwoo x fem! reader

genre: fluff. platonic but also not really 👀 jealous sunwoo that is also very delusionally in love with the reader. sunwoo plays the electric guitar but also he's kind of shit so yn has to help him

word count: 1.8k

warnings: swearing, jealousy, the reader is basically half naked and sunwoo ogles a bit

a/n: this fic is my way of battling writer's block. uni is kicking my ass but also i thought of this in the train omw home so i guess its also good for something. this is very much inspired by sunwoo wanting to learn how to play electric guitar, me remembering i own one, and also miri @/satoruly associating bigger boys and stolen sweethearts with me and making me forever insane because of it. also reblog and comment pls its so quiet here its depressing.

once again thank u so much @csenke for beta reading this fiesty baby and thank u @from-izzy for helping me with the flirty bits i owe you my life.

“You have to leave by 5, because I’m hanging out with Mark later,” you call for him as you enter the room, eyes catching a glimpse of Sunwoo sitting on your bed, an electric guitar in his hand. The boy furrows his brows at your words, a bitter taste on his tongue making him roll his eyes as he focuses his attention on the instrument in his lap, fingers aimlessly playing with the strings.

“Okay, alright,” he hisses, clicking his tongue. If you notice anything odd about his behavior, you don’t mention it to him– and if he was self-aware enough to recognise the acid aftertaste your words leave in his mouth for what it really was, he’d be even glad for your sudden blindness to his infatuation with you.

“We’re going to the new bistro that opened downtown,” you hum, as if to only fuel the boy’s frustration further. If all you wanted to do was talk about the guy, why did you invite Sunwoo over in the first place? This was starting to feel like a trap.

“I told you about that place,” he huffs.

“Thank you for the recommendation,” you smile at him ironically, and when your eyes finally meet, Sunwoo recognises the playful glint in your eye– you’re 100% aware of the tension in the air, enjoying the way you have the boy completely under your spell, ready to be torn into pieces. It’s that look you have on your face every time a guy hits on you– the one that mirrors victory, the slightest kick it gives your self-esteem making you grin to yourself as you twirl your hair on your finger and satisfy the man with the slightest touch on his arm. You play into it– you always do– but you never quite let anyone sweep you off your feet completely.

“I thought we would check it out together,” Sunwoo says, fingers plucking at the E string of the guitar, making a dull sound resonate through your room as the background to your conversation.

“We can do that later,” you say, shrugging, “I’ll give you all the recommendations.”

“Traitor,” Sunwoo hisses, glaring at you with a tinge of hurt behind his orbs.

“Don’t be so butthurt.”

“Don’t be so merciless, then,” the boy counters, averting his gaze from yours. “Is he picking you up? I bet he doesn’t even have a car.”

“That’s an unusual way to express jealousy, considering you don’t even have a car, Sunwoo,” you grimace, chuckling at the emotional outburst of your friend. “Besides, his dad owns a car bazaar. I think the possibilities of him not owning a car are quite close to zero.”

Sunwoo stays quiet at that, the call-out making red splotches appear on his cheeks from shame. His eyes quickly move to the guitar again, hypnotizing it with his gaze, fingers clamming at the strings. 

Do you like torturing him? Is this what it’s all about? Just a few days ago, he thought he had it all– sneaking his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as he was dropping you off, receiving a ruffle to his hair after you pulled away from his hug, sending a flying kiss to him as you disappeared behind the front door. Today, all you’re talking about is Mark, Mark’s car, Mark’s family, Mark’s school, Mark’s fucking hairstyle, and all Sunwoo can do is either rip out all of his hair, or fantasize about ripping out Mark Lee’s instead– strand by strand, slowly, mercilessly.

“Whatever,” he comments, shaking his head at you. After many months of being friends with you, he should be immune to your charms. The more time he spends with you, though, the more unarmed he seems to be to your enchanting magnetism. You’re not nice to his heart, but up until this moment, he kinda liked the tug of war over yours.

The moment drags itself along before he hears you sigh from somewhere in front of him, frustration so evident in the sound. Sunwoo doesn’t really know what you have to be so infuriated about, since as far as he’s aware, he’s the one left cold and unwanted in the comfort of your room that smells deadly of your perfume (that’s so hard to shake off sometimes, yet he can’t find it in him to hate the sweet scent), but as he looks up to meet your eye, he chokes on his own spit at the image that meets his eye.

“You still don’t know how to play that riff, do you?” you click your tongue, shaking your head. It’s not the action that leaves Sunwoo feeling warmer than before, sweat almost comically appearing on his forehead– the image of you in only last remains of your school uniform does, though, as his eyes unashamedly scan the lengths of your now uncovered legs up your thighs to the curve of your bum, visible as you stare at him sideways, soft skin only slightly covered by the tinge oversized white button-down, red lace peeking out, piercing his gaze.

The boy silently shakes his head, licking his lips in a scattered manner. “Nope,” he admits, letting the last syllable pop in the now silent room, blood rushing to his ears as you stride forward and reach his position in your bedsheets.

“It’s really easy,” you huff, “you just– wait, let me show you,” you start, almost making the boy offer your own guitar back to you, before he watches you climb into the bed behind him, making his breathing hitch in his throat.

This is not at all what he expected you to do, he recognises when he feels your breathing on his neck as you lean over him, thighs straddling his back and pressing into his sides when you kneel on the mattress behind his back in order to have the best vision of the guitar. Sunwoo’s hands slip off the instrument when he finds your head next to his, your arms sneaking around his figure to press the chords down with your digits instead, strumming the strings and caging the boy into your scent and the flush of your muscles, forcing him to watch the little tutorial from first point of view. Your fingers move skillfully against the strings, having played that exact riff many times before (which is also why Sunwoo decided to pick it up, for it reminded him of the afternoons spent in the comfort of your room, laying on the rug in the middle of the floor as you played him your favorite songs), and he can’t help but feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up when your breath meets the side of his face.

“Clearer now?”

“Mhm,” he gulps, nodding. He’s too afraid to turn his head, too scared to see your face so from up close and not instinctively trail his gaze to your lips (of which curves have been sculpted in the heaven, he thinks), and so he only results to taking ahold of the guitar again, battling the reality of having your naked legs pressing into him from behind, fighting the image of your underwear out of his head to the best of his abilities.

He tries to mimic the position of your fingers on the guitar, but the fact that he remembered it wrong (or just was too distracted by his surroundings to really take the information in) is set out to him when you quickly take ahold of his hand, left palm glazing his to move his ring finger to the right position. “Here,” you hum, “that’s the problem. You keep pressing it on the 3rd fret instead of the 4th and that’s why it sounded so weird,” you laugh, the vibration of it against his back making Sunwoo feel like he’s being pumped with pure electricity, fireflies filling his stomach.

“I think it’s too fast for me to keep up with,” he complains, managing to drag a coherent sentence out of his mouth.

“I’ll pluck the strings for you,” you offer, voice saccharine right in his ear, “just try to get the chord patterns down.”

The boy nods, forcing the snapshots of the chord placements to the front of his brain, both begging to get it right so you end your little intimate tutoring session and also hoping he messes up again just to have you scold him and forcefully dragging his fingers to the correct strings– having Sunwoo pathetically yearning for the slightest of your touches. The heartbeat ringing in his own ears serves him as a metronome, and as he chews on the inside of his cheek when he starts, his head spins with the intoxication of your scent, making it hard for him to focus on the tune. 

“You got it wrong again,” you hiss into his ear, making goosebumps appear all over his skin. Oh, how mean you are– completely aware of the effect you have on the boy. He’s starting to think you love the idea of torturing him. It must be fun to have someone so under your spell, so drunk on your bare existence. 

“I’ll practice more until our next tutoring,” he gulps, laughing airly as you let go of him and move away, letting the poor boy finally breathe.

“You better,” you snicker, standing up and walking back over to your opened closet, bending over to pick up your discarded skirt off the ground and offering the boy a clear view of your bum from where he’s sitting on your bed. Now, there’s no denying you like to tease him. And Sunwoo is aware he might get burned, but like a little boy, he kind of enjoys playing with fire. “Or I’ll start to think you are enjoying my lessons a little too much.”

“Only the ones where you get all angry with me,” he notes, placing the guitar next to him on the bed, his palms now too sweaty to continue playing. “You’re kind of hot when you scream at me.”

Throwing a playful look over your shoulder at the boy, making the first two buttons of your blouse undone, a chuckle leaves your throat. “You’re not the first one to tell me that, sweetheart,” you note. “Now leave my room, you pervert. It’s almost 5 and I have to change.”

Defeated, but still obedient, Sunwoo stands up from your bed and takes slow steps towards the door, dreading his departure. The idea of Mark Lee getting to enjoy this side of you makes Sunwoo particularly green, but the feelings quickly fade when he remembers the moments from a few seconds ago, when he thinks back to the softness of your skin. Before he has the chance to leave, though, a tug on his tie yanks him towards you– the school uniform still covering his body from when he walked home with you two hours ago, carrying both of your bags,  proving as an effective attire for your afternoon hangouts.

Pulling him down so your faces are on the same level, the tips of your noses almost touching, has Sunwoo’s shocked eyes grow comically wide and his cheeks burn a crimson red. He feels your breathing fan his lips from the proximity, heart once again running a marathon in his chest when your voice purrs out in a feline-like manner, riling him up. “Always tugging on those strings, but I'll have you know, Sunwoo, you tug on mine all the time,” you grin, gaze only momentarily slipping towards his chapped lips.

Oh, you’re not nice. You’re pretty fucking far from nice– from how you’re playing with his heart, leading him on. 

Or are you not…? He guesses he’ll have to find out. 

You're a far better guitar player than Sunwoo is, but if you ever wanted a new instrument to perfect, he is more than willing to offer you his body to practice on. 

[diorsluv]

feather , part 17

“ like whatever, you’re a waste of time ”

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→ _alexturcotte dammit ur right

→ yourusername what why? am i the only clueless one here

adamfantilli i take it lil drizzy hasn’t seen it yet

→ edwards.73 BRO

→ markestapa DELETE THIS RN

→ yourusername seen what?????

→ dylanduke25 it’s too late now theres no point in deleting 😔

username26 NONONO GUYS WE HAVE TO KEEP HER FROM SEEING IT

username10 another war is brewing

username6 it’s the end y’all

username59 okay but like why should she care if she’s in a relationship

username70 well it was nice knowing all of you

username35 lord you’re all so dramatic SHE HAS A BF so it shouldn’t matter

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missseraphina we messin around or nah? 💘

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username3 yall this is kind of embarrassing!

username85 LMFAOOOOO

username23 i swear to god this is luke hughes

→ username74 who?

→ username59 i mean he did like the post

username14 oh. my. god. is this why all the guys were panicking on jack’s post???

username32 aw i’m happy you found someone!!

→ missseraphina not official yet haha

username50 so… dryshughes is never happening is it

→ username61 the ship has officially sunken 😔

lhughes_06 maybe

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→ username75 NOOOO

username97 this is it yall. i cant live knowing theyre both in separate relationships.

→ username46 BUT HOLD ON NOW, HERS IS FALLING APART AND HIS ISN’T EVEN OFFICIAL YET

→ username17 uhh who r we talking about lmao

yourusername oh

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next chapter notes ) how are we doing yall.. ik ik it’s chaotic and shit BUT YOU’LL GET WHAT YOU CAME HERE FOR SOONNN and yall kept complaining abt bookmark but yall should really b complaining abt misssera whats her name HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONEEE (i originally didn’t plan to post this on jan 1 but it is what it is 🫣), sorry for starting the new year off with even more drama lmfaooo

tags: @aliaology @hockeyboysarehot @absolutelyhugh3s @jackquinnswife @freds-slut @love4ldr

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Red Lips and Rosy Cheeks

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

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Everyone’s late. 

Despite the five reminders before and after practice, everyone’s still late getting to the bar. 

You’re usually a stickler for punctuality, but for tonight, you find that you don't really mind everyone’s tardiness that much actually. Especially since the lack of their appearance has allotted you more cuddling time with Alexia without having to endure your teammates’ constant teasing.

Sometimes you wish you could stay like this forever.

Wrapped up in Alexia’s arms, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. Alexia’s hugging you from behind, chin resting upon your shoulder. Though there’s no reason she really needs to hold you this close, in this manner, you find yourself not bothered at all. This is just the way it’s always been. 

You shiver when Alexia brushes her lips softly against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 

Giggling, you give Alexia a soft push. “That tickles.”

The midfielder pouts, tightening her arms around you. There’s another series of kisses as you squirm with laughter.

“Ale,” you whine, secretly enjoying the way she hangs on even tighter. But as much as you love the physical contact, Alexia did promise you some drinks. 

When you remind her of that fact, Alexia lets out a long, good hearted sigh. Grumbling under her breath, she presses a kiss to your cheek before extricating herself from you. “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone.”

“I’ll be counting the seconds till you’re back,” you wink, trying not to blush when she blows you an air kiss over her shoulder.

It’s been fun so far. Despite still being teammate-less, the two of you have been entertaining yourselves with the constant stream of individuals coming over to chat and such. And yeah, maybe you enjoy the way Alexia seems to press herself closer to you whenever someone’s eyes linger on you for too long, but you’re only human. Most people would kill to be in the position you always seem to find yourself in. 

But speaking of the countless individuals coming over to talk…

Frowning, you sit up a little straighter. Lost in your thoughts, you haven’t realized how little people have actually come your way since Alexia left. Just the realization alone has you feeling a little butthurt. You’re definitely not as famous as Alexia, but really? No one? At all? You even get more than a couple weird looks by people walking by.

You’re just about to resolve yourself to a lonely existence until Alexia returns with your drinks when a familiar tattooed arm comes into view. 

You turn around, face brightening. “Mapi! Ingrid! You guys made it!”

For a second it’s silent. Ingrid’s eyes have grown wide while Mapi’s mouth has dropped open. 

You blink slowly, not expecting their reactions. “Erm, you guys alright?”

Ingrid elbows Mapi, almost as if she wants her girlfriend to say something. 

Wrong move. 

Mapi instantly breaks out into laughter, doubling over as she tries to catch her breath. 

“What?” you groan, now a little peeved. 

Thankfully Ingrid steps in, giving her girlfriend another hard nudge. Mapi puts her hands up, trying (but failing) to muffle her laughter.

Ingrid herself looks a bit amused, but her words come out soft and gentle. “You have a little bit of…”

You frown, confused when the Norwegian mimics wiping at her cheek. And then the corner of her mouth. And then her neck. 

When you get no other hints, you give your cheek an experimental swipe. There’s a soft dusting of red coating your fingers when you pull it away. 

“What the--” Fumbling for your phone, you quickly turn on your camera, trying to get a clear look at your own face. 

What you see makes everyone’s reactions make more sense. 

Namely, you’re covered in lipstick stains. 

The burn from the ghost of the kisses leaves no imagination to who these marks come from, but you’re still surprised to see them. Usually Alexia wears smudge proof lipstick. Never has she once stained your skin when giving you a kiss. 

(You pretend it doesn’t mean anything that she kisses you. A lot.)

You meekly mumble out a thanks when Ingrid hands you a makeup wipe, trying your best to rub off the marks.

“What, Ale can’t go grab drinks without a bit of pizzazz now? She has to mark her territory first?” Mapi snorts, ignoring the look Ingrid sends her way.

“I’m sure she just didn’t realize her lipstick stains.” Your defense sounds weak even to you, but you’d defend Alexia until the day you die, today not excluded.

Once you’re lipstick stain free, the three of you fall into light conversation. Ingrid had gotten you into one of the books she’s been reading and the two of you have been trying to convince Mapi to join your little book club. So far it hasn’t been working, but you know all it’ll take is a little time. It’s not like Mapi can ever say no to Ingrid.

So caught up in conversation, you don’t even realize Alexia has gotten back until she’s nearly right on top of you. 

Eyes focused on you, Alexia seems to falter for a moment when she realizes you’re not alone. But as quick as the disappointment comes, she’s schooling her features. 

“Mapi, Ingrid, glad to see you guys could join us!”

Mapi smirking is all the warning any of you get. “Feeling possessive today aren’t we, Putellas?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Alexia huffs, not fooling any of you. She plops down into the seat next to you, making a grin break out on your face.

Now that Alexia’s close enough, you wrap an arm around her waist, giving her a light squeeze. She relaxes into your arms, lulled into a false sense of security. “As much as I love this color,” you pretend not to notice Mapi choking when you brush your fingers against Alexia’s lips, “I much prefer it on your lips than on my skin.”

To your amusement, Alexia raises an eyebrow in challenge. “I don’t know, I think the red really complements your outfit for tonight.”

You roll your eyes. “Ale, there are much better ways to add red to my outfit than decorating my skin in it.”

“I’m open to suggestions,” she shoots back, wiggling her eyebrows.

Shrugging, you do as she asks. Alexia’s lips are soft when you lean forward. The midfielder freezes, not expecting you to kiss her, and you let out a quiet chuckle when you hear her little squeak of surprise. 

“There,” you grin, mentally patting yourself on the back at Alexia’s dazed expression when you pull back. “I’ve got all the red I need now.”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, the beginnings of a smile breaking onto her face as well, “I feel like you could--”

“I swear to god if you say something about making her lips redder as an excuse to make out some more,” Mapi starts, ignoring the way Alexia instantly groans and tries to hide herself into your neck.

“I mean… I could just tell Ale straight up that I want to make out with her. That work better for you, Maps?”

Mapi’s glare is totally worth the way Alexia starts cracking up.

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Hi! I was wondering if you might do 86 for a lee!scanlan pretty please? I don't mind about the ler! Pike or Vax might be good but just do whatever you feel! Thank you I love him your honour

Absolutely loving reading all your summer prompt starter fics, you have a gift 🥹

Prompt 86 - “Crap. Wait. I didn’t mean that.”

A/N: I went with ler!Vax and lee!Scanlan and them being silly annoyances to each other, hope you enjoy! Hehe.

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“You have a better chance of turning into a dragon than you do of making me laugh.” Scanlan rolled his eyes, stepping ahead of Vax on the road as they headed to meet their friends back at the tavern inn. 

“Seriously, you gonna be all butthurt just because you’re not funny?”

“Really don’t think I can make you laugh?” Vax stared him down, then wiggled his fingers menacingly.

“Crap. Wait- wait! I didn’t mean that!” Scanlan yelped, realization dawning on him. “No! Get away! Shitshitshitshitshitshit!”

He sprinted into the inn and straight up the stairs to his room, ignoring his friends where they sat at a table enjoying fresh brews. 

Panting as he slammed the door shut behind him, Scanlan shrank down against the door. “Crap. That’s not good.”

“You’re right it’s not.” Vax’s voice came out of the shadows as Scanlan only now noticed the open window to the room.

“No! Spare me!” Scanlan pleaded, sliding against the wall away from his partymate. “I-I take it back! You’re hilarious! Funniest guy I know!” 

“How about we prove it, hm?” Vax snickered, lunging forward to grab for Scanlan’s side. 

The gnome was quick, but not quick enough. Vax managed to grab hold of his ankle and drag him up upside down. “Fuck! Dohohohon’t!”

“Laughing already are we?”

“Fuck yohohohou!” He flailed, trying to conjure up a spell to get him out of here. 

His hope was short lived as Vax pulled off one of his boots and plucked a feather from the wings he still had at his back. The damn, soft, black feather twirled easily between his toes as Vax tormented him with ease. 

Scanlan pleaded, attempted to bribe and bargain, and shrieked his little heart out before Vax finally stopped, setting him back down on the floor of the inn room. 

“So you take it back, right? You think I’m funny?” Vax sneered.

“Yes, yes, you’re hilarious- you fucking monster.” Scanlan waved a hand dismissively, panting for breath on the ground beneath him. 

“Well, when you’ve calmed down, come get a beer with us, hm?” Vax suggested, sliding his way into the doorway. “Maybe I’ll tell you another joke.”

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