#PROVE ME WRONG PROVE ME WRONG PROVE ME WRONG

[aghostling]

fortinbras after finding horatio cradling hamlets dead body

Watching ancient danish movies and found this gem

[bytemee]

RECOVERY — YU JIMIN.

“learned a lot through trial and error, tryna make it right.”

synopsis. karina’s been holding onto her pride for so long, but seeing you with someone else? it hits hard. and she doesn’t know how to handle it.

pairing. mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader

warning(s). angst, jealous!karina, she's very toxic, miscommunication, mentions of drinking, and um let me know if there's more

words. 3.6k

authors note. jealous karina!!! everyone celebrates in sync while jumping up and down

part one. part two. part three. part four. headcannons. request. navigation. main masterlist.

being wrong? yeah, karina would never admit it. she always had to be right, even when the evidence clearly proved otherwise. it was frustrating trying to have a rational conversation with her because she would never back down from her stance, no matter how illogical it seemed.

it was the way she crossed her arms and set her jaw like a locked safe. or the way her eyes narrowed into slits and her nostrils flared. it was the way her lips pursed and the way her body stiffened, like she was preparing for a fight.

but with you? you were different. you didn’t argue for the sake of winning. you wanted understanding, compromise. that’s what made it all worse. you had been patient with karina for so long, more patient than she ever deserved. and now, after everything, after all that patience, she had finally managed to chase you away.

who she chased you away to? that was the worst part.

karina saw you walking into the sorority house after months of silence. her heart nearly stopped. you hadn’t been back here since the last fight—the one where everything between you had shattered.

but now you were back for her, right? obviously.

karina’s lips twitched into a smug smile. you finally came to your senses. you must have realized you’d overreacted, that you couldn’t stay away forever. maybe you were here to apologize. maybe you were here to grovel.

her chest filled with anticipation when your eyes locked across the crowded room. that familiar ache bloomed inside her chest—the look you used to give her, the one that made her feel like the only person in the world. she felt her confidence returning.

but then, just as quickly, the air brushed past her.

wonyoung’s dark hair bounced as she skipped up to you, throwing her arms around your neck. she laughed before her lips pressed against your cheek in a kiss that karina felt like a dagger in her chest.

you didn’t pull away. instead, your eyes softened, and your hands came to rest on wonyoung's hips, pulling her close. you spoke, but the music and the distance were too loud for karina to hear what was said. all she could do was watch, helpless, as she laced her fingers with yours before leading you down the hall.

now wonyoung had you.

karina’s sorority sister. the same wonyoung who had run against her for president last year, who always seemed to be just one step behind her—or, depending on the day, ahead. they’d made peace for the sake of appearances, for the sake of the sorority. but there was always an underlying tension. a competition.

you had been karina's loyal puppy for quite a while, and she'd thrown it all away. she was too stubborn to realize what she'd had until it was too late. and now, as karina watched you and wonyoung together from afar, her heart twisted in her chest.

she missed you. she was furious at you. but more than anything, she was jealous. jealous that wonyoung had been the one to steal you away. jealous that wonyoung would be the one who got to keep you.

karina hated feeling out of control. and jealousy? that was the worst kind of chaos.

the next morning, she walked into the kitchen of the sorority house to find you standing at the counter with wonyoung.

you were chopping fruit—distracted, slow, like your thoughts were somewhere else. wonyoung stood beside you, leaning against the counter with her head tilted, watching you with a lazy, amused smile. she kept nudging you with her shoulder every few moments, drawing small chuckles from you.

karina's heart squeezed in her chest. this wasn't fair.

her gaze darkened when wonyoung reached out, snagging a strawberry from the bowl you’d just filled. “hey!” you protested, but she simply grinned before popping it in her mouth. “i spent, like, a whole minute cutting that.”

“and you can cut another,” wonyoung teased.

“morning.” she didn’t mean to sound curt, but the word came out harsh. your eyes lifted, and her heart stopped. you looked good. really good. like the months away from her had done you some good.

then, you went back to cutting fruit like she didn't even exist.

that hurt more than she expected.

“hope you didn’t ruin the kitchen,” karina said tightly, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and leaning into your personal space. your shoulders were tense, your eyes were focused on the cutting board, and your mouth was pressed into a thin line.

wonyoung arched a brow. “you mean we’re not allowed to eat strawberries in here? i must’ve missed the rule.”

the two locked eyes for a long, tense beat.

“i don’t remember anyone asking you to be part of this conversation,” karina shot back.

your brows furrowed, and you turned to wonyoung.

a smirk twisted her lips. the brunette took a step closer to you, her hand coming up to play with a strand of your hair. her voice was light and playful. "do i need permission from the president?"

karina’s eyes narrowed. she had no time for this little game. not today. not ever.

karina turned her gaze back to the fridge, grabbing the juice and pouring herself a glass. then, without a word, she swept past the two of you, leaving the kitchen.

later that week, karina saw you again. this time, you were sitting on the sorority house’s front porch, stretched out on the bench swing with your laptop open. wonyoung sat next to you, head resting on your shoulder while you scrolled through whatever was on the screen.

karina tried not to look. she really did. but her feet refused to keep moving, and her eyes refused to leave the sight of you.

it was supposed to be her sitting beside you.

supposed to be her fingers brushing against yours as you scrolled through playlists, talking about which songs to add to your shared playlist.

wonyoung wasn’t part of the picture. she shouldn’t be.

her fists clenched again, and before she could stop herself, karina stormed over.

"what the hell are you doing?"

you glanced up, confused."i'm not supposed to use the front porch?"

"don’t play dumb," karina snapped, her eyes darting between you and wonyoung. "i’m talking about this."

wonyoung slowly lifted her head from your shoulder, arching a brow. “last i checked, we don’t need your permission to sit here.”

you looked between them, clearly confused.

karina didn't care.

"well, this is the official property of our sorority. and i'm the president. so, if i say no, no one gets to sit here. not even you."

wonyoung leaned back, rolling her eyes. "so, you're the president, and therefore the dictator. is that how it works?"

karina ignored her, crossing her arms over her chest. her eyes landed on you, and her throat tightened. "get up."

you blinked.

"excuse me?"

"did i stutter? i said get up. you're not supposed to be here."

you exchanged a glance with wonyoung. a look that said, what's gotten into her? she knew that look. she'd seen it a thousand times before.

"this is the best spot for wi-fi," you argued, closing your laptop and rising to your feet. "and no one said we can't be here."

"well, i'm saying it now," karina bit back.

"oh, come on."

"i'm serious."

wonyoung rose too, taking a step toward karina. "no one's making you stay. go be the president somewhere else. you're ruining the mood."

karina's lips curled into a smile. "that's cute, that you think you can tell me what to do."

you stepped between them. "look, let's not do this. i'll go inside, okay?"

"no," wonyoung cut in. "i'm not letting her walk all over us like that. why are you letting her tell you what to do? the way she’s bothered is so pathetic.”

your eyes widened.

"pathetic? you have no idea what pathetic is. you've had your foot on my back since the day we met, and now that you finally got the upper hand, you can't stop gloating." karina snapped back.

wonyoung tilted her chin up, defiant. "if i'm so far below you, then why can't you just let us be?"

the words caught in her throat. she didn't have an answer. she wanted an excuse. an explanation.

because this isn't fair.

because y/n’s mine.

but the words never came.

instead, karina felt her cheeks burn. she was humiliated. again. in front of the one person she couldn't afford to look weak in front of.

karina’s silence was louder than any retort she could have thrown back. wonyoung’s question hung heavy in the air, the weight of it pressing down on all of you.

you shifted uncomfortably, watching karina’s face twist with emotions she couldn’t seem to hide. for once, the perfectly composed, untouchable sorority president looked completely lost.

“karina—” you started softly, but she cut you off with a sharp shake of her head.

“don’t,” she said, her voice raw.

before you could say another word, she turned and stalked away, disappearing back into the sorority house. the slam of the door echoed across the front lawn.

“she’s used to getting what she wants,” wonyoung muttered. “let her walk away.”

but you weren’t sure it was that simple. you weren’t sure karina wanted to walk away at all.

the confrontation came two days later.

the study lounge was quiet, save for the soft hum of music in your earbuds. you sat at a small table, flipping through notes and tapping your pen rhythmically on the edge of your notebook. occasionally, you hummed along, lost in thought.

that is, until the chair across from you scraped against the floor. you didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

karina settled down in the chair, tossing her bag on the table. you kept your gaze on the papers spread out in front of you. you couldn't avoid this forever. you didn't look up or say anything.

but she did.

"i thought you were better than this."

her words were sharp enough to pierce through your focus, but you didn’t react right away. instead, you finished writing the sentence you were on, letting the silence stretch out.

"better than what?" you asked, voice carefully neutral.

"wonyoung." karina’s tone turned brittle. “why are you still hanging around her?”

you finally looked up, your brows knitting together. “not that it’s any of your business, but we’re hanging out.”

karina’s eyes narrowed. her leg bounced under the table, restless and agitated. “you think i don’t see what you’re doing?”

your head tilted slightly, incredulity rising. “what i’m doing?”

“yes.” her jaw tightened as if holding back something explosive. “you’re parading around with her like—like—”

your expression flattened, unimpressed. “like what, karina? just say it.”

karina was quiet for a moment. it wasn't like her to hold her tongue. when she spoke, her voice was low, and her eyes flashed dark. "you're trying to get back at me."

it’s funny, you said the same thing to her on that fateful night. and she’s finally beginning to understand how you felt.

“unbelievable,” you muttered. “you can’t stand the idea of not being in control, can you? you pushed me away, karina. you didn’t want me—”

she scoffed, but you continued before she could interrupt.

“—and now, just because someone else might actually give me the time of day, you’re throwing a fit.”

her face twisted. “it’s not like that.”

“then what is it like?” you challenged. “explain it to me.”

karina paused, her hands curling into fists. she looked conflicted. like she wanted to say something but was struggling to get the words out. finally, her gaze dropped, and her voice softened. "i miss you."

you froze, eyes widening. that was not what you expected to hear.

"i miss you, and i want you back." this was the closest karina had ever come to admitting that she'd made a mistake. her confession hung heavy in the air, waiting for a response.

you stared at her.

"oh, you miss me? how long did it take for you to finally admit that?"

karina's expression hardened.

"are you still mad about the videos?"

"how could i not be?"

"it's not like it meant anything," karina snapped.

"it was humiliating," you shot back.

"i was drunk."

"no excuse."

"you disappeared," karina retorted, her eyes narrowing. "you left without a word. i needed you, and you weren't there. what did you expect me to do?"

your throat tightened. "i told you it was a family emergency. i thought—" you stopped, shaking your head. "it doesn't matter. we're done, karina. you made sure of that."

karina's nostrils flared. "don't act like you're the victim. if anyone's the victim here, it's me."

"you're unbelievable."

"i'm the victim," karina insisted, her voice rising. "you're the one who abandoned me when i needed you the most. you're the one who walked away and decided to start over with someone else. i never asked for any of this."

your anger faded, replaced by a heavy, tired sadness. “you treated me like a toy, karina. i was always there when you needed something. and when you didn’t, i was discarded like trash.”

“you were never trash,” karina said through gritted teeth.

“yeah? well, you made me feel like it.”

karina’s anger simmered, but there was something else beneath it now—hurt. “how dare you say that. i never treated you like trash. you’re the one who left me. you’re the one who chose wonyoung.”

“i didn’t choose anyone,” you shot back, slamming your hand on the table. “i left because i was hurt. i’m not going to take responsibility for your decisions. i was done being treated like shit. you have no idea how much it hurts to love someone who turns their back on you.”

you grabbed your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. “i’m done with this conversation.”

she stared at you, speechless.

the valentine’s day movie night was supposed to be a tradition. last year, it was one of karina’s favorite memories—the two of you sharing a blanket, fingers laced under the covers, sneaking kisses when no one was looking. now she was walking into the same room alone; well, she had a bottle of wine in hand to keep her company.

when she spotted you walking in with wonyoung, something inside her cracked. wonyoung was practically glued to your side, her arm looped through yours and her head resting on your shoulder.

she couldn’t even focus on the movie.

all she could see was the way wonyoung snuggled into your side, the way you whispered in her ear and brushed a strand of hair from her face. the way wonyoung reached out, tracing a fingertip over your jawline, drawing a small, private smile from you.

it was almost too much. so she drank.

one glass. two. three.

by the time the movie ended, wonyoung leaned over to yujin, murmuring something about their plans for the next day. the crowd thinned out, but karina stayed glued to her seat, her eyes fixed on the paused ending credits. she stared, unmoving, lost in thought, her shoulders drooping, and her cheeks and glassy eyes made it clear she’d had too much.

it didn't take long for someone to notice.

“karina.” you approached cautiously, your eyes lingering on the empty wine bottle. you didn’t mean to stare, but it was a stark contrast to the poised, controlled karina that everyone else knew. the sorority president blinked, raising her gaze. it took her a moment to recognize you. she didn’t respond.

you stood in front of her, studying her face. your expression was unreadable. she tried not to wince.

karina cleared her throat, straightening up.

"what?" she croaked, her voice rough from disuse.

"you look like you could use some help," you said, reaching a hand out. she didn’t know why, but the gesture felt like an olive branch. her eyes darted between your face and your hand. she hesitated, then nodded, taking your hand.

her body felt heavy, but the touch sent sparks up her arm. your skin was warm—soft, familiar. karina stumbled slightly, and your other hand instinctively wrapped around her waist, steadying her.

her breath hitched.

you guided her to her room, careful to avoid the rest of the girls scattered throughout the house, drinking and celebrating. the lights were off, the room shrouded in silence. karina sank onto the bed, her body slumping as exhaustion weighed her down.

without a word, she reached out and grabbed your hand, her fingers trembling. then the tears came.

“i’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice breaking. “i—i’m so sorry. i was wrong.”

her sobs wracked her small frame as she clung to your hand. “i was selfish. i pushed you away because i didn’t know how to handle how much i needed you. and then i saw you with her, and it hurt so much, but it was my fault.”

you sighed again, softer this time. “karina—”

“please,” she interrupted, her eyes pleading. “please forgive me. i know i messed everything up, but i can’t stand this anymore. i miss you. i miss us.”

before you could even think about leaving, she stood up and buried her face in your shoulder, her sobs muffled by the fabric of your hoodie. your hand instinctively found her back, rubbing slow circles as she tried to steady her breathing.

"please don't go," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. the silence stretched out, and for a moment, you were tempted to pull away and leave her. it would be easier that way. but when you looked at her face, her tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, you couldn't find the will to walk away. “come on,” you murmured gently. “let’s get you cleaned up.”

leading her to the bathroom, you turned on the tap, letting her wash her tear-streaked face. she winced at her reflection in the mirror, eyes swollen and red, but didn’t say anything as you handed her a towel. you stayed beside her while she brushed her teeth, holding her steady when she swayed slightly.

when she finished, you helped her sit down on the edge of the sink counter. for a moment, neither of you spoke. karina stared at her hands. her throat was dry, and her head was still fuzzy from the wine.

“i’m not…with wonyoung,” you said finally, breaking the quiet. “we’re just two people who happen to spend time together. there’s nothing romantic going on.”

karina’s head snapped up, her eyes filled with both surprise and relief. “but you—”

“she’s a friend,” you cut in firmly. “that’s all. no one ever took your place.”

her lips trembled, but she didn’t cry again. instead, she reached for your hand once more. “i’m sorry i hurt you. i never meant to do that. i was scared. i am scared. i don't want to lose you. not to anyone else."

"karina—"

"i'm serious."

"i know."

she squeezed her eyes shut. "i'm so stupid."

"yes, you are." you nodded slowly, if karina wasn’t so tipsy she would’ve shot a glare your way. then you exhaled, “i left because i was hurt. i needed space to figure things out. and i still need time, okay? but… i'm not going anywhere."

her shoulders slumped. "promise?"

"promise." you leaned forward, brushing her hair behind her ear. your thumb caressed her cheek. her heart fluttered. "you're too pretty to cry."

her face flushed. she couldn’t meet your eyes, but she didn't pull away. her gaze dropped to your lips. you could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"come here." you reached out and wrapped her arms around your neck.

"what are you doing?"

"putting you to bed. you need to sleep off the wine."

"but i don't want to sleep," she whispered. her hands slid under your jacket, her fingertips trailing along the bare skin of your lower back. the feeling sent a shiver down your spine. "what do you want?" you asked softly.

"for you to stay," she murmured.

your eyes fluttered closed. "i can't."

"why?"

"because it's not a good idea."

"it's always been a good idea."

you chuckled lightly, opening your eyes to meet hers. they were wide and pleading, and she couldn't hide the hope in them. her gaze softened, but you stayed firm. "sleep first, karina. we'll talk more when you wake up."

reluctantly, she nodded. you helped her lie down, pulling the blanket over her. she shifted slightly, watching you as you slid into the bed beside her. without a word, she scooted closer, resting her head against your chest. her hair tickled your skin.

"this is what you want, right?"

"yes," she murmured, closing her eyes. she snuggled into your side. her body was inviting and light. her fingers trailed lazily across your stomach, drawing patterns on the fabric of your shirt. "can you hold me, please?"

your hand traced along the curve of her spine, coming to rest on her hip. she hummed quietly, nuzzling her cheek against your chest. your heart pounded. her breathing slowed, evening out as sleep finally claimed her. you stayed there, your fingers tracing absentminded patterns on her skin, until the softness of her body against yours and the rhythmic sound of her breathing lulled you to sleep.

when karina woke up, the sunlight streaming through the window made her squint. she reached out, but her hand met an empty space. her heart dropped for a moment, panic settling in—until the door creaked open.

you walked in, hair messy from sleep, wearing a loose shirt and boxers, two steaming cups of coffee in hand. "morning," you greeted softly.

she sat up, pushing her hair back. "you stayed?"

"of course i did." you handed her a cup, settling on the edge of the bed. she took a sip, her hands still a little shaky.

“wonyoung texted you,” you mentioned casually, setting your coffee down on the nightstand.

her brow furrowed. she grabbed her phone. sure enough, there was a new text waiting for her.

wonyoung: she was my stray :(

karina: you must’ve been feeding her cheap treats. she’s back where she belongs. hope you’re doing well!

she rolled her eyes. "stupid."

"hey."

"not you." she smiled at you.

you stared at her for a few moments before humming. “so…we should talk."

she nodded.

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[caesarsaladinn]

I've long said that the greatest American value is "fuck you, got mine" and so far nothing has proved me wrong

[ghoul-icious]

They’re so right cause people hype Docm77 up so much and then you look under the hood and he’s just really petty and good at redstone. Like that man is so unserious he stopped a court case to start talking about the ore snatcher??

Docm77 is only scary when he’s provoked.

In comparison to Doc, Grian is on 10 all the time lmso

"like three years later something's happened and cub has destroyed your life" is so funny

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

YOUNGER, FASTER, BETTER!!

arthur leclerc x male!verstappen!driver!reader

request: hmm. arthur leclerc x verstappen!driver!reader - happy with whatever format :) - @spoonfulofmilo

summary: you and your boyfriend are always compared to your older brothers.

warnings: hate comments, swearing, no written parts, affectionate bullying between arthur + reader, minor mentions of the red bull-ferrari rivalry (lighthearted)

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc in this house we support one (1) red bull driver and we'd support him a lot more if he was a ferrari driver 🥲❤️

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user1 lecstappen > lestappen idc idc

user2 arthur and y/n dating despite their older brothers were karting rivals is so endearing to me

youruser or you could just move to red bull 😁

arthur_leclerc never gonna happen, mon amour ���️

user3 THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT THAT CHARLES AND MAX'S YOUNGER BROTHERS ARE DATING???

user4 they're so cute oh my lord

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youruser mexico, you were a dream 💙

(ft my lovely + insufferable boyfriend)

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user5 i am so soft for them omg 😭

user6 something about y/n winning his f2 race when max's car is on a decline makes me sad :(

arthur_leclerc i am NOT insufferable!!!

youruser you spent an hour arguing with me over the pronunciation of stroopwafel this morning

arthur_leclerc you were saying it wrong!

youruser I'M LITERALLY DUTCH??????

user7 oh yeah i see why you guys like lecstappen now-

user8 i didn't think it was possible for them to be more chaotic than lestappen but they're so funny

arthur_leclerc

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arthur_leclerc autumn would be better with you x

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user9 no mention of charles being on the sprint podium in brazil ...

user10 right, but he talks about missing his "boyfriend" 🙄

user11 this is why you don't get promoted to formula one, you're dating a competitor

youruser how dare you look so Boyfriend when i'm not there to kiss you stupid :( 💙

arthur_leclerc *❤️ and you can kiss me when you get home

user12 genuinely how do they even think they're good together ... they're always arguing in the comments

user13 it's so cute how they always have a picture of the other in their posts

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youruser qatar feature done + dusted, onto abu dhabi for the last round of the season and testing!

bonus: a throwback to my lovely bf and his okay brother in monaco

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user14 it's so obvious that max got all the talent ...

user15 the nerve of calling charles "okay" when he can't even get into f1 🙄

arthur_leclerc always love seeing you on the top step of the podium, mon amour ❤️

youruser only a matter of time before you're back there too 💙

user16 he's so ungrateful, posting a f*rrari win when red bull are literally the only reason he has a seat

user17 all the people in the comments acting like you can win races with money and talent isn't involved bffr

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redbullracing and scuderiaferrari THAT'S OUR ROOKIES!!

Arthur Leclerc and Y/N Verstappen set the exact same fastest lap time in the first session of post-season testing here in Abu Dhabi! Also known as the first drivers to race against each other while dating, the boys have proved once and for all that they are more than just the younger brothers of F1 stars Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen.

We look forward to their continued development and can't wait to see the greatness they inevitably achieve 💙❤️

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user18 we got a joint post between rbr and ferrari before gta6??

user19 congrats to the best boyfriends on the internet!

user20 glad to see their teams finally standing up for them ... even by formula one's standards, the hate towards them was getting out of hand liked by maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc, and others

youruser younger, faster, ...

arthur_leclerc better 😉

user21 future WDCs 💪

user22 if they ever have kids ... imagine rocking up to a karting competition and seeing the name VERSTAPPEN-LECLERC 😭

user23 good for them

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[imsofreakingtired]

your fics are ✨️✨️✨️ ! So.. a fluff one of comforting Sevika on her period, you know she's in pain, but she refuses to tell that, but you find her in the fetal position almost crying of cramps on the bed

hope u doing well ! xoxo

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oh my god thank you sm for giving me the chance to take care of our sevi 😭🙏 i'm honestly dying on my period rn so this req was perfect 💙

and i'll make a cup of coffee

content warning(s): none, fluff and hurt/comfort...soft sevika <33

don't stay awake for too long don't go to bed i'll make a cup of coffee for your head i'll get you up and going out of bed

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This is the thing about Sevika: she will rather subject herself to torture than admit that, like many other human beings on this tired green planet cursed with a uterus they have no use for, she gets period cramps. 

You’d think anyone else blessed with a wife as caring and gentle as you would melt willingly into their arms, milk the pain of their period for all it’s worth. You’re certain Sevika knows that you’d fly off at the drop of a hat to get her anything she needed if she just gave the word. Chocolate, tea, a hot water bottle, hell, an oversized teddy bear. But no. Not this woman. It’s like she considers the limitations of her body a personal challenge from mother nature. 

So you’ve grown attuned to the smallest signs.

“You got your period, didn’t you?” you say. 

Sevika looks at you, grey eyes widened in surprise. “No.” 

The morning is overcast, the sky promises rain; you see the clouds gathering outside the kitchen window. 

“Liar.” You pour the boiling water over the coffee grounds, breathing in the aroma of the dark blend. “I can see it plainly.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You move out the filter, reach for the jar of sugar. “You feeling okay? Maybe you should take off work today.” 

“I’m fine,” she grunts. 

Fine, my ass. She had been irritable and sluggish all week. Every time she snapped at you peevishly, or grumbled she was too tired for sex, you’d mentally marked down the days until she finally got her period. The woman’s cycle was like clockwork. 

“You’re due for a day off anyway. You haven’t used any of your sick days.” 

“I can’t take off,” she says shortly. “There’s a meeting I can’t miss today.” As she takes the mug you hold out to her, you see a wince cross her face, and she bends over slightly so the coffee sloshes around in the cup. 

“I saw that, missy,” you tell her. 

She snorts at the pet name. “You saw nothing.” 

She leaves the coffee on the counter and walks out of the kitchen. 

You assume she went to change, but when some ten minutes go by without any sound from her, you grow suspicious. 

“Vika?” You call. “You headed to work or what?” 

No answer. 

“Vika?” 

You go into the bedroom, where you see her clothes strewn out on the dresser, as if she got as far as choosing them and laying them out, then gave up at the stage of putting them on. Sevika herself is curled up at the edge of the bed, still in her shorts and tank top. For a second, you feel a flash of panic. 

“Fuck. Sevika. What’s wrong?” You’re at her side in a heartbeat, brushing her hair out of her eyes, feeling her forehead. “Are you sick? Where does it hurt?” 

She pulls her head away from you and you notice now that she’s clutching her abdomen. Burying her face into the pillows, she says in a muffled voice, “it’s not…usually this bad.” 

Then it dawns on you. “Cramps?”

She lets out a defeated groan. 

“Poor baby,” you murmur, rubbing her back. “What do you need? I’ll get you a hot water bottle.” 

“No,” she says into the pillow. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay, just…give me a second.”

You sigh impatiently. “You’re on the verge of tears, you think you can fool me with that?” 

“I’m not.” She tries to straighten out her body to prove her point, but gives up and pulls you closer to her by the waist instead.

“What—” 

Even bent double from cramps, Sevika has the physical strength to pull you down into a sitting position onto the bed beside her. Before long you understand what she wants you to do. 

Shaking your head, you lie down with your back to her and let her spoon you with her warm body. She hums in contentment against your shoulder. 

“This is better than a shitty water bottle,” Sevika mumbles. 

“I’m assuming you’re taking the day off, then?” 

“’Slong as you don’t get up.”

“I’m always here, Vika,” you promise, kissing her forearm. “You know that.” 

The rain patters gently against the window as Sevika’s breathing slows and she drifts off to sleep, holding you tightly. In the kitchen, the coffee grows cold. It's alright, you think.

You can always make her another cup.

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notes: ugh i just want to take care of her the world is sick and mean :(

[strawberrynull]

──☆💋 to my valentine,

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | Nishimura Riki

──Pairing: fwb!Riki x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff, highly suggestive

──Synopsis: You weren’t expecting anything for Valentine’s Day but your friend with benefits, Riki, wanted to prove you wrong

──Warnings: fwb, eventual relationship, y/n is a VDay hater, kissing, making out, hickeys, biting, skinship, highly suggestive, proofread!!

──WC: 1.6k

──A/N: this is late but it’s whatever. I tried finishing this yesterday but I fell asleep lol

master list:

Today was February 14th. Valentine’s Day. The day where couples got all cheesy, giving gifts and posting about their super perfect relationships.

You hated it. It was like a punch to the gut. Rubbing it into your face that everyone else was in a relationship besides you. So on this day, every year, you sat in your room with a tub of ice cream, watching tv to drown your sorrows.

You weren’t expecting anything since all of your friends were busy either with their partners or hosting galentines get-togethers. None of which you wanted to go to.

Sure, Valentine’s Day wasn’t just about relationships but the fact that it was everyone’s main focus made you feel extremely lonely. You just wanted someone special to spend time with on a day like today.

You were already watching your third drama of the day when a knock came from your apartment door. Your ears perked up and you quickly paused your show. You wondered who it could be since all of your friends seemed busy today.

Peering out of the peep hole of your door, you saw only somebody’s neck and the collar of their shirt. Whoever was outside was tall. You stood back and cracked the door open. There you saw your friend, Riki. Well… you were a little more than friends but not quite… it’s complicated.

“Oh Riki, what are you doing here?” You asked, opening the door wider.

He stood there, anxiously chewing on his lip. He was clearly hiding something behind his back. “I came to give you something since it’s Valentine’s Day.”

You tilted your head at his words, confused why he would be giving you something on this specific day.

Then he slowly and carefully brought a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back. It was a beautiful assortment of red roses and small delicate white flowers. In the other hand he held a small box. “I got you these.” He mumbled shyly.

You quickly looked up at him with wide eyes filled with surprise. “These are for me?” He nodded and extended his arms toward you, wanting you to take the gifts. You took the pretty bouquet from his hands and moved your attention onto the small black box. “What’s in the box?”

“Open it” I said, nodding his head.

With flowers in one arm, you used your other hand to carefully open the small box. Inside were two silver bracelets, both with a half heart charm.

Riki reached into the box, taking out one of the bracelets. “Give me your arm” he instructed, opening the bracelet and putting it around your wrist when you extended it toward him. You smiled as his fingers grazed the skin of your wrist, carefully closing the clasp of the jewelry. Then he quickly placed the matching bracelet on his own wrist and held it up to show you.

“See. Now we match.” He smiled, holding his wrist up to yours until the magnets connected, creating a full heart.

“Riki, I love them.” You said with a pout.

His eyes flickered down to your lips.

“I’m glad. I was worried you would get mad since you don’t like Valentine’s Day” he explained, scratching the back of his neck.

“Of course I’m not mad if they’re from you.” You said with a soft chuckle that made his heart skip a few beats. “Come inside.” You moved to the side, motioning for him to enter your apartment. He stepped inside, slipping his shoes off at the door while you ran off to find a vase to display the flowers in.

Riki followed you into the kitchen with a gentle smile. “I uh… actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

You quickly stopped what you were doing to turn toward him, giving him your full attention. “What is it?”

He swallowed nervously before speaking. “Well I wanted to tell you how I’ve been feeling recently. It’s hard to explain but…” he mumbled, not completely sure how to express his emotions. “I don’t think we should be friends anymore”

“W-what?” Your smile dropped and you felt your heart begin to shatter.

“There are two ways to go about this and neither of them end in us being friends…” he said, biting his bottom lip.

Your heart sank further and further with each word he spoke. Why would he be breaking things off after giving you flowers and matching bracelets? “Riki… what are you saying?” You asked nervously.

“Y/n… ‘friends with benefits’ just isn’t working for me.” He admitted, shuffling his feet in anxiety.

“I’m sorry Riki. If I took it too far, I really didn’t mean to. We can go back to being just friends. I-“ you ranted on before he cut you off.

“I want to be with you.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. You just stared at him in pure shock while he stared at the floor, unable to look at you.

“I want to be together.” He repeated, finally lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“You… you mean you want to be in a relationship?” You asked, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. You hadn’t expected him to want to take your… ‘situationship’ any further.

He nodded shyly, stepping toward you slowly and giving you a pleading expression that made you melt. “Please… can I be your boyfriend?”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his words. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He really wanted to be your boyfriend? He was so hot, he could go out and pick up any girl in the world but he wanted you? You searched his eyes for any sign that he was joking but you only found sincerity and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Riki… I-“ you stuttered. You weren’t sure how to respond but your heart definitely knew the right answer.

You caught the way his eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second before coming back up to look you in the eyes. You also noticed the way he licked his lips before whispering a soft “please” one more time.

Your self control snapped and you quickly attached your lips to his in a sweet soft kiss. The kiss was short but meaningful. When you pulled away, he looked down at you with half lidded eyes, already melting from your touch. “So… you’ll be my valentine? And… let me be your boyfriend?”

You nodded “yes to both of those” you said with a grin. Your words made his cheeks flush and a soft smile spread across his face. And then you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips back onto his, this time in a longer, deeper kiss. He reciprocated, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling your body toward his.

“Thank you Riki” you whispered over and over again between kisses. It was sweet and gentle…

Until it wasn’t.

Riki let out a satisfactory moan, just proving how much he truly wanted this. Now spurred on, you smiled into the kiss, hands finding their way to rake through his soft hair.

The air around the two of you was already becoming thick and heavy. Your bodies were beginning to heat up and your breathing became fast and labored. Upon feeling your hands in his hair, Riki’s hands came to grip your hips harshly. His kisses became aggressive and hungry rather than tender and careful.

The tall black haired boy bit down on your lower lip, forcing your mouth to open enough for him to slip his tongue inside. His pants seemed to tighten at the way you let out a surprised yelp.

With his hands still on your hips, he pulled you closer until your bodies were flush against each other. He pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. Looking down, he could see the way your tits pressed up against his chest from how close you were.

When he smashed his lips back onto yours, he started getting handsy. He would slide his hands down slowly to feel your backside before bringing them back up to your waist as if he hadn’t done anything. Then, he got bold. He squeezed your ass, making your back arch slightly, pressing your body onto his even more. He groaned hungrily, beginning to kneed your ass in his hands.

You pulled away from the kiss, leaving him pouting. It wasn’t for long though because you quickly dragged him to a nearby couch in the living room and pushed him backwards, forcing him to sit down. You climbed onto his lap, straddling him before starting to trail open mouth kissed from his jawline to his neck.

He groaned at the feeling of your lips on his neck. Hickeys began to form where you were sucking on his skin. Mark after mark, his chest swelled with pride. Riki was so proud to finally be yours (and to be able to show it off.) Before, when you two were just friends with benefits, you wouldn’t leave marks on him or let him leave marks on you. But now… his neck was already covered in dark purple splotches. He was sure to be questioned by all of his friends tomorrow.

Feeling more confident, he put his hands on your hips, guiding them to rock back and forth against his own.

“Even though we’re not friends anymore, do I still get those benefits?”

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[fightorflightamiright]

I knew there was something about him….

jack kelly i know what you are 👁️👁️

[ang3ltine]

"𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠" - Ellie Williams x Jealous freader MDNI!! 18+

𝖲𝗒𝗉𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌: Having a crush on Ellie wasn't easy, especially when she had her eyes set on Dina. Does that make you jealous? Very much, but Ellie was determined to prove you wrong. Even if it means fucking the truth into you.

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: slight angst and adult themes, so please scroll if you're a minor!

Despite the Tipsy Bison being pretty full tonight, you couldn't help but feel lonely.

Your eyes were following a certain brunette in the middle of the dance floor, Dina. As much as your heart ached from seeing her flaunt around with Ellie with that sickingly sweet smile on her face, you couldn't stop staring.

Much to your disappointment, you weren't Ellie's type. Dina on the other hand, seemed like the perfect girl for her. You wanted to reject the idea of them being a couple so bad but that was the ugly truth. You didn't look like Dina but the way that Ellie looks at her made you wish that you did.

Stirring the drink in your hand, you hastily chugged it down your throat before slamming it down on the counter in front of you. You were at the bar, already getting drunk after a few rounds.

"Hey, you good?", you snapped out of your trance and turned to face Jesse. He stepped away from your sudden movement with his hands up in the air, chuckling slightly. "Woah! Not a threat, calm down." You gave him a forced smile and told him you were OK.

"I'm fine... just not feeling the party vibes right now."

Looking down at your hands, you saw dark crescent wounds appear on your palms from how hard you were clenching your fists.

"Doesnt sound like your ok. Your smile gave it away bubba," you snorted at the nickname and gave him a 'are you kidding me' look. He started calling you bubba after your obsession with bubbles as a kid and hasn't stopped teasing you since. You were the same age as Ellie, just a few months older. But that didn't stop you two from being close.

That was until she started talking to Dina. After her and Jesse broke up, it seemed like the pair started getting closer than usual. Up to the point that Ellie barely came by your place anymore.

Taking a deep breath then slowly turned your head back to the couple in the corner of the room.

"I was that obvious huh?" You sighed while you turned around fully to face away from the counter and leaned on it instead.

"Kind of yeah," Jesse laughed as he grabs your glass before you could take another sip. "By the way, your girlfriend over there hasn't stopped staring at you the whole night. I'm guessing from how much you've been drinking you haven't noticed yet."

You furrowed your eyebrows as Jesse nods towards the table where Dina and Ellie were sitting on.

Just like Jesse had said, a pair of dark green eyes locked with yours. Suddenly you felt exposed under her intense stare.

She was eyeing your outfit, which was a simple white cami dress with a lace trim paired with your usual leather brown jacket.

Considering that there were kids in the party too , you wore something appropriate but pretty nonetheless.

Ellie gave you a small smile before looking back to Dina to carry on their conversation.

"She's not my 'girlfriend' ", you sighed while rubbing your temples with your fingers. "Besides she looks like she has her eyes set on Dina..." you rambled on while walking with Jesse to a free table near the entrance of the bar.

A small frown was apparent on your face, catching the eye of a certain brunette just a few tables away. She noticed how you didn't smile back at her. Walking beside Jesse like you never even acknowledged Ellie's presence.

"Dina does have a way with words," Jesse grimaced as he poured you another drink. Realising there was no stopping you and saw how upset you were.

"Nah she's not for me, you on the other hand. You have a chance with Ellie, she clearly likes you -" before he could say another word he catches something that he thought he'd never see.

You noticed how Jesse froze with the beer bottle in his hand and followed his nervous gaze towards the couple behind you.

Dina... was kissing Ellie??

Suddenly the room started to spin and a painful throb formed in your throat. Jesse's voice became muffled as he tried calming you down, feeling your heart quicken and your palms becoming sweaty.

You had to get out of there. Fast.

That's exactly what you did, despite being pretty tipsy from the drinks. You found the strength to make it towards the door and a frantic Jesse followed after to make sure you got home safely.

After dropping you off he muttered an apology and a long hug before leaving. Knowing you had a rough night and wanted some alone time.

Half an hour had gone by before you heard knocks on the front door. You had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room and quite frankly, didn't want to get up to answer.

But after another set of frantic knocks, you got up with heavy steps and opened the door lazily. Lucky for you, you sober up quite quickly, but it didn't mean the throbbing on your head had gone away yet.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. Ellie felt you tense up but soon relax under her touch as her hands slide to your waist, looking down at you with worried eyes.

"Hey... I'm sorry you had to see that. Dina, she uh - wanted us to be thing, but I turned her down. Are you ok though?"

"I'm fine just...I dunno honestly-" you internationally groaned from how pathetic you must look right now.

"You're jealous of me and Dina?"

"You've been with her all night." You sighed while messing with the band of her jeans, sticking your finger through one of the belt holes.

"Hey" her finger slipped under your chin, tilting your head up slightly to meet her eyes. "Why didn't you come over?"

"I didn't want to bother you. You were having fun -" before you could say more, Ellie cut you off.

"Yeah, well I would've had more fun with you and not seeing you sulk with Jesse." She snickered as she sees the flicker of a smile on your face.

"So you were watching me the whole time and you didn't think to come over yourself?" You pried with a smug look on your face.

"With the dress you're wearing? Who wouldn't stare? Plus I didn't want to ruin your conversation with Jesse."

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at her comment with a dopey smile on your face.

"So we're just both idiots?"

"Yup" she stated, emphasising the p. You moved towards the mirror that was in the hallway to see how bad you looked after a rough nap on the couch. In your eyes you looked like an absolute mess.

Your dress was all ruffled from you constantly moving in hour sleep, the same with your hair. The makeup you wore was starting to fade , making the outer rims of your eyes dark.

Ellie then wrapped her around your waist, meeting your eyes in the mirror, her breath fanning your neck.

"I know what you're thinking. But you still look gorgeous in my eyes ," you wanted to say something back but your breath got caught in your throat. Her hands had snuck down to your torso. Rubbing slow but comforting circles into your hips.

"What are we Ellie?" You finally breathed out.

"Hm I thought it was obvious," she drawled as her fingers made their way down to the band of your denim shorts.

"Last time I checked, you and I had a pretty good time last night. Guess I have to prove it to you again, huh , princess?"

Your face warmed up again, memories flicking back to last night. A faint ache pulsated in your shorts as you finally caught her hand messing with the button on the flap. "You're very confident tonight."

"Had a few drinks, oh and trust me. You being jealous is just fueling my desire."

It was then that you could smell her favourite liquor on her breath. Hastily unzipping the small zipper between her much larger fingers as she started to kiss your neck then your jaw.

"I just - I feel bad...let me make it up to you." She says in-between kisses.

Knowing you couldn't really talk her out of it, you let her do her thing. Turning your head to press a soft kiss on her cheek as she left sloppy kisses down your neck.

Her heart rate had increased as you turn around fully and looked up to see that her eyes had begun to dliate.

"See this? This is how you're making me feel right now. Absolutely crazy," Ellie pointed out as her voice goes on octave deeper. Leaning down, she lightly grazes your lips with hers as your breath hitches. She glances into your eyes, silently asking for your permission.

Seeing as there was no way out of this, you gave in. Pressing your lips against hers with fervent as you reach up to entangle you fingers into her hair. You tug at it gently, pulling out a low groan from Ellie as she deepens the kiss.

Her lips were slightly chapped but it didn't bother you as much, they were still soft. Tasting the liquor on her tongue as she slowly backs you up to the couch behind you.

Yelping as soon as she picks you up behind your legs and plops you down onto the soft cushions. It was slightly messy but that wasn't really on your mind right now. Ellie had crawled ontop of you to pull you in for another heated kiss. Whispering sweet nothings againgst your lips while you let out soft moans. Bucking up mindlessly against her hips.

She carefully removes your shorts and hiked up your dress revealing your dainty pink underwear.

"Oh? What do we have here..?", she drawls as her slender fingers crept over your throbbing cunt.

You're not sure when it happened but you only grew more wet just by her painfully hot touch.

Quickly stripping you, she left you in just your underwear. Burying her face into your neck to leave harsh kisses and bites all along your supple skin. She rips off your bra before attaching her lips onto your erected nipples, sucking and swirling around both buds carefully.

Her hand reaches down towards your heat, already feeling a wet spot on your underwear. "Huh.. that wet for me already? Just from a few kisses?" She chuckles darkly as she removes the dainty piece of clothing onto the floor beside you.

You feel her push in her index finger into you, slowly, making sure you would feel every inch of her girthy finger. The feeling of her fingers stretching you oh so deliciously got you drooling - fuck even Ellie seemed to be enjoying this more than you. Picking up the pace, she was practically fucking you with her rough fingers. Abusing your sopping wet cunt while mindlessly sucking your boob's, taking turns on each one.

Her pace never once faltered, not when you looked so good when throwing your head back in pleasure and moaning out her name. Ellie, sucked and bit each and every inch of skin she could reach, while her fingers remained curled inside you. You were so close.

"Shit Ellie! Gonna cum - please I'm gonna..-"

"Do it. Cum all over my fingers baby" she hissed as she looks down at you through her lashes. Admiring your ruined form with a lazy smirk.

Still drunk from the alcohol and the buzz from being horny.

You grab the hem of her shirt and pull her into a seering hot kiss. You couldn't let her have all the fun.

Tugging at the ends you asked for permission to take it off. She tuts and guides your hand towards the nape of your neck.

"Uh I don't think so. I'm in charge right now so you just lay back like the poised princess that you are ..", her voice going an octave deeper as she only became more amused at your reaction.

God you hated her.

An hour into the session, she has you in her lap as you lay your head on her shoulder. Already becoming exhausted from the constant thrusting from Ellie's slender fingers.

"Fuck", Ellie hissed as the grip on your hip tightened. Almost certainly leaving a bruise mark on your supple skin.

You keen, long and guttural as she continues hitting at your g-spot. Your pelvis unkowngly bucks into her hand, wanting more than you could take.

Ellie nuzzles into the crook of your neck, leaving a series of dark hickeys all over down your bare chest. Your nipples perked as she has one mound in her mouth and the other between her unoccupied fingers.

After a while she let's go with a pop and grabs your ass making you rise up and slam back down on her fingers. You cried out and instinctively reach for her shoulders for balance.

"I" slam "Still hate you", you sneer slightly despite being in a euphoric state.

"Oh, rude aren't we?" She snickered as your breath caught in your throat, you would've retorted had she not stuck another finger in. Twisting and going deeper than before to make you more dumbed out.

A dirty cheater for sure.

"Ugh...!! I-- did you have to ruin my dress too-?", you managed to hiss out while you peered down at the smug women beneath you.

You were an absolute mess, mascara stained tears ran down your cheeks. The curls of your hair unravelled and cascaded down your shoulders and your perfect pink lips, swollen and slightly bleeding.

"Don't worry babe, I'll get you a new one", she cooes while she moves a stray strand of hair away from your face.

It was one thing to fuck a pretty girl, but another thing to have a partner so smart yet bossy as you, being desperate for her to ruin your cunt.

"Shit babe!! Right there--!"

She had you fucking on her fingers for so long you couldn't even check the time on the clock, your vision blurred from your tears. At last you finally burst, unleashing a wave.

Helping you ride through your orgasm until the only thing heard in the room was lewd , wet noises coming from your sopping cunt.

Ellie, was stuffing your own juices back into you at this point, you couldn't really tell if it was that, or her fingers were just too filling.

You both were panting, one more than the other as you reach up to caress her cheeks. Nuzzling your nose against hers and whispered "I love you."

"I love me too," you scoffed and tried scrambling out of her grasp. She was laughing while trying to get you back on the couch.

"I'm fucking with you ok? I love you too dummy."

With that, Ellie lifted you up, carrying you bridal style. She softly placed a kiss on your damp forehead as she makes her way down the corridor, heading for the washroom to give you a nice warm bath.

"Still think I like Dina?"

You lightly hit her arm playfully and rolled your eyes.

"Shuttup and just take me to the bathroom already."

[agoddamneddelight]

college fiddauthor but they’re women… do you see my vision

[lvnleah]

the boss | bug’s adventures.

The tactical analysis room was your favourite place to be before training. It was warm, full of voices you knew, and best of all, you got to run around and say hello to everyone before settling into Lotte’s lap with your daily smoothie.

You were only three, but as far as you were concerned, you were just as important as anyone else in the room. Maybe even more.

“Alright, who let the little troublemaker in?” Beth teased as you ran past her chair, your little trainers squeaking against the floor.

You stopped in your tracks and gave her the best glare you could manage. “I not trouble!”

Beth smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Oh, really?”

You pointed at her accusingly. “You is.”

The room erupted in laughter, and Renee, standing by the screen at the front, just shook her head fondly. “I don’t know she any of you even try arguing. You know She always wins.”

You grinned and took a dramatic sip from your smoothie which was just like Lotte’s, but without the weird protein stuff. Just fruit. Because you were very clear that the other stuff was, in your words, yucky.

“Careful, bug,” Renee added, watching as you took off running again. “We don’t need any injuries before training!”

“I’m fast,” you declared proudly. “Faster than all of ‘ou.”

That earned some amused scoffs from around the room.

“Oh yeah?” Alessia grinned, reaching out to tickle your side as you ran past her. “Faster than me?”

You giggled, swatting at her hand. “Yep.”

Alessia gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Wow, just like that? No hesitation?”

“Nope.”

Emily, sitting next to her, snickered. “She’s got no mercy, Less.”

“None at all,” Alessia agreed. “I might cry.”

“You big,” you pointed out matter-of-factly, tilting your head at her. “You can’t cry.”

“Hey bug, be nice yeah?” Lotte reminded you, “It’s okay for anyone to cry, we need to be nice to everyone, okay?”

“I always nice, Mummy!” You huffed, arms crossed over your chest, “It’ okay to cry, Lessi!” You said, patting her knee. 

“Thank you for your permission, bug,” Alessia laughed, shaking her head. 

Lotte, watching from her chair with an amused smile, patted her lap. “Alright, Bug, come here before you actually take someone out.”

You made one more dramatic sprint across the room before clambering onto Katie’s lap first, because she always let you get away with things like stealing her hat. You plopped it onto your head, adjusting it until it sat just right.

“Oi, that’s mine,” Katie pointed out. “Yer’ a little devil!”

You crossed your arms. “Mine now.”

Katie smirked. “Oh yeah? And what if I take it back?”

You narrowed your eyes, gripping the hat tighter. “I’ll tell Mummy.”

The room erupted in laughter again, and Lotte raised an eyebrow. “What am I supposed to do about it, Bug?”

You thought about it for a second before shrugging. “Dunno but you fix stuff.”

With that, you wiggled off Katie’s lap and made your way over to Leah, who lifted you easily onto her knee. “Oi, what about me little miss? No hello?”

You grinned. “Hi, Le.” Then, very seriously, you added, “Mummy’s smoothie is still yucky.”

Kyra burst out laughing. “Tell her again, I don’t think she heard you.”

You turned in your seat, looking right at Lotte. “Yucky smoothie!”

Lotte sighed dramatically. “You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

Emily leaned over, grinning. “What’s wrong with it, Bug?”

You wrinkled your nose. “It’ got bits and it’ green.”

Alessia laughed. “The spinach?”

You nodded furiously. “Yucky.”

Beth leaned in with a teasing grin as she tickled your stomach. “But what if that’s what makes Mummy strong, huh? Maybe you need some ‘yucky bits’ to get as fast as you say you are.”

You squealed. “No! I don’ need bits to be fast! I’m already fast!” You turned to Renee, who was still standing at the front, arms crossed and watching the chaos with a fond smile. “Tell ‘em, you the boss!”

Renee chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, I believe you, Bug. But maybe you should prove it, yeah?”

Your eyes lit up, and before anyone could stop you, you wiggled off Leah’s lap and bolted across the room, dodging between chairs and weaving past legs like a little whirlwind. “See? Fast!”

Lotte just sighed, watching you bounce on your toes, clearly ready to take off again. “Bug, come here before you knock someone over.”

You sighed dramatically, because everything you did had to be dramatic, but made your way back over to Lotte, climbing onto her lap with a huff. She adjusted you easily, one arm wrapped around you as she took a sip of her smoothie.

You wrinkled your nose again. “Still yucky, stinky too!”

Katie reached over, tapping your nose lightly. “You know, for someone who says they’re nice, you’re very passionate about Mummy’s smoothie.”

“I am nice!” you insisted. “I just tell the truth.”

Beth laughed. “Can’t argue with that.”

Renee clapped her hands once, bringing the room’s attention back to her. “Alright, enough distractions. You lot have training, and I’ve got things to go over.”

You sighed again, clearly unimpressed by the change in focus. “Boring.”

“Hey,” Renee scolded lightly, though her smile gave her away. “You like it in here, don’t you?”

You nodded, taking another sip of your smoothie. “Yeah. ‘Cause I get cuddles. I be the boss today?”

The whole room laughed, and Lotte pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Alright, little miss Sassypants, time to behave while Renee talks.”

You huffed but snuggled closer, resting your head against Lotte’s shoulder. “Okay… but after, I wanna race.”

Renee raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And who are you challenging?”

You grinned, eyes scanning the room before pointing directly at Alessia. “Lessi!”

The room exploded with laughter. “Oh, so first I’m not allowed to cry, and now you wanna embarrass me in a race?” Alessia laughed. 

You nodded. “Yep.”

Emily leaned in, grinning. “Better warm up, Less.”

You beamed, wiggling excitedly in Lotte’s lap. “I gonna win.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Alessia teased. “I might have to drink a special yucky smoothie to make sure I’m fast enough.”

You scrunched your nose in horror. “No, Lessi, don’t do it!”

The room erupted in laughter again, and Lotte chuckled, squeezing you tighter. “Alright, that’s enough troublemaking for now.”

You giggled, leaning back against Lotte’s chest, content as the chatter settled and Renee started talking again. You were a little whirlwind and no one minded your little personality. 

[aarohisingh25]

@jagritimaurya7

*Crow conversation overheard on the streets of Ketterdam*

Inej: *shivers* hey Kaz, I'm a little cold do you think you could, you know

Kaz: of course *snaps fingers*

Jesper: *takes off coat and hands it to Inej*

Inej: thanks

Wylan: wait. what if I'm cold too?

Jesper: oh, well then *snaps fingers"

Kaz: *fans fingers out magician-ly, reaches inside coat to pull out, you guessed it, another coat that he hands to Wylan*

Wylan: *visibly confused* thank you? I think?

Inej & Jesper: *clap enthusiastically*

Kaz:*bows dramatically*

*Meanwhile trailing a little ways behind them*

Nina: *snorts* lol can you believe those dorks

Matthias: HoLy sHiT Nina did you see that!?!?! He pulled that coat out of NOWHERE!!!

[neovillains]

DEATHBED | PART FOUR.

( BILLIONS : SUKUNA RYOUMEN ) why worry about finances when you could have a man do it for you? when a girl friend of yours shows you the ropes of an app dedicated to finding a sugar daddy/mommy, you thought it'd be easy as pie. however, yours makes you work for it. | watch time: 4.5k words.

── sugar daddy!sukuna ryoumen & college student!reader, high age gap, fem-bodied!reader (s!her), rough sex, grinding & dry humping, making out, manhandling, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl, one (1) clit pinch, biting, mean dom!sukuna ryoumen, slight degredation, hair pulling, anal play, squirting, cream pie, features maki zenin, etc.

notes. it's the final chapter yall ! thank you so much to everyone who indulged in this short series ! it was very fun to write each chapter. hope you like this one, too. it was so much fun writing it!

gojo satoru | nanami kento | toji fushiguro

“I don’t know, Maki…” your voice trails off. “I need the money, but I don’t know if I want to get it through giving it up to some old guy.”

“Yeah, but would you rather delay your graduation for your morals or would you rather graduate on time?” Your best friend tries to reason with you. “Plus, who said anything about giving it up? Just send a little nip slip and it will do. At least, for me it does.” 

You grimace. Even that feels wrong to you. And Maki can tell. 

“Listen,” she starts with a sigh. “I felt the same way you did when I first started, but I really want to walk down the stage with my best friend. You’re working a job, but I’d be damned if you take up any more hours. You’re practically killing yourself now. If you work yourself any harder, I feel like the next time I’ll see you, it’ll be in a coffin.”

Maki was right. You had been overworking yourself, barely having any time to simply sit down and relax. Even now, while she was talking to you, you had your laptop out, alongside your notebooks with black ink and highlighters staining every page. When she had first started appearing with things that she couldn’t afford on her own, you didn’t decide to question it— you didn’t have the time to. You figured that, maybe, they were some knockoffs that looked extremely accurate. However, the packages started to come and on the labels were the brand names itself that led your curiosity to get the better of you and leading yourself in your current predicament. 

You can’t lie to yourself completely. The prospect of earning money without hard labour sounded appealing. If you start to accumulate and save up enough, you can cut down on the hours you’re currently working and get the rest you need. 

Maki was waiting for your full approval, though she had already completed the majority of the sign up page already. Her finger hovered over the red ‘SAVE’ button as her brown eyes stared into yours, a silent plea behind those pupils. You squirmed, shoulders rising up before letting out a deep exhale. 

“Okay,” you give in. You shut down your laptop screen as you scooted closer to her, peering over her shoulder to watch exactly what she was putting. With your phone in her possession, it was easy for her to access your camera roll and choose one of your most flattering selfies as a profile picture before completing the small questionnaire about yourself. 

“I can complete it myself, you know,” you try reaching for the device, but Maki held it tightly in her grip and gave you a pointed look. “Yes, but this is fun, so I want to do it for you.”

Rolling your eyes, you let the girl continue. She knew practically everything about you, able to mimic exactly what you’d put if you had just done it yourself. She smiled in triumph when she showed it to you and you gave your approval on anything. Giving you more liberty with going through the current candidates of sugar daddies and mommies, you proved yourself the most critical person as you didn’t find the majority of men appealing.

“Ooh, how about this one?” Maki would ask, only for you to grimace and swipe left. 

“Or him.” Swipe left.

“Her?” Nah, swipe left. An hour and a half of going through profiles and finding faults with every man and woman you came across that the girl was about to leave your side when your eyes started lighting up. You didn’t mean to make an audible noise when you saw him, an ‘Oh’ falling from your lips before you tilted your head just slightly. 

Maki, who was now standing on her feet, was now leaning down to look at the phone screen, eyebrows lighting up at the fine piece of specimen right in front of their eyes. The first thing that she noticed was how big the man was. In the nice black and buttoned-up shirt, his biceps seemed like they were trying to escape. A few buttons were undone, revealing the silvering curls across his chest as well as the dark strokes of tattoos that had been there for plenty of years prior. 

He had crimson eyes that were hooded in an expression of boredom and the scowl on his face told it all— at least for Maki. This was a man she wasn’t sure you’d be able to handle. She hummed, a bit apprehensive on letting you swipe right. You were experienced, that was for sure, but you weren’t as active as she was. “Are you sure about him? He looks a bit intimidating.”

“You think so?” You asked with a sense of naivety. The first thing you noticed about him were his eyes, the exhaustion within them. Something that you felt very connected to yourself. Within those silver hairs, there were shades of pink that had your fingers twitching in a desire to comb through them. The size of him seemed soft and while some part of you was timid, a side of you wanted to hug the grizzly bear he is. 

Maki’s eyes widened at your interest in the man, never taking you to go for that type. However, if she thought back to it, this all should track out. 

“O–kay!” She smiled. “Swipe right and send him a message.”

You did as told, but the moment the keypad popped up, you became apprehensive. What were you to say? Looking through his pictures, you figured he’d like someone bold. So, in your best attempt, you typed up and sent:

I’d love to comb my fingers through your hair. 

—

A month of talking via messages— shameless flirting and sweet nothings thrown in your direction. Multimillionaire, Sukuna Ryoumen, had made you a flustered woman every time you received a message from him. It was no longer about the cash, but enjoying how this old-timer had managed to make you swoon. You figured that you were the one who had to do that, but he always came down on you ten times harder. Your tame attempts were nothing like his. 

In the beginning, you found it embarrassing. He was in his late seventies telling you about the fantasies he’d like to indulge in with you, but as time passed and he showed a sliver of him outside of his sexual innuendos, you started becoming more comfortable. Maki started to wonder if you had gotten attached, seeing how you always responded how he hadn’t given you any money as of yet. There was a twinkle in your eye whenever she or you mentioned him and your friend was alarmed. 

“I’m wondering if I should’ve listened to you when you first said no,” she voiced out on one occasion. “Now you’re getting attached to an old man who hasn’t even paid you.”

“Why would he, though?” you retorted. “I haven’t sent him any pictures or even met him yet.”

“That’s the issue,” she pointed out. “It’s not a dating app. It’s a sugar daddy app. It’s supposed to be a transactional relationship.”

“Don’t worry,” you sighed. “We’ve made plans to meet in a week.”

“W–What?” Maki choked, eyes widened. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “He’s going to take me to dinner and we’re going to see where this thing goes from there.”

“That’s what the app is for,” Maki frowned, face palming before she calls out your name. “You’re doing this entire thing wrong.”

“Your sugar daddy’s fine with you just sending him pictures and that’s fine,” you started, “But…”

Your face started heating up as you remembered previous conversations with Sukuna. When you brought your current circumstances with him, he made it clear that he wanted something physical. And maybe it was because of the dry spell that you were currently under, you didn’t really think about it properly when you said that you were fine with that before setting up your own boundaries. You cleared your throat before letting out a breath, “Him and I decided that it’d be best if we met each other first. To see if we’re… compatible with each other.” Maki immediately understood the implications of what you were saying, taking a moment to gawk at the fact that you didn’t take the more conservative approach that she had. “Are you serious? Had you taken into account that he could be a criminal? Have you looked him up?”

You nodded. “I did a deep dive shortly after matching with him.”

“He’s rich,” Maki points out. “He could have bribed the cops to cover his tracks.”

“I was going to send you my location and message you at any point I felt uncomfortable.” Maki didn’t like how you’ve already taken every little thing into consideration. Your posture straight and your tone serious, there was no uncertainty within you. It scared her, but she knew you. When you had your mind set, you’d go through anything. She never really worried about it because they were usually reasonable and safe goals, but this. This? “Are you sure about this?” 

“100%,” you nodded. 

—

He’s even more attractive in person, is your first thought the moment you approach the table. He’s wearing a navy blue button down and charcoal gray slacks that hug to his skin tightly. When he looks up at you, he stands and his towering height makes your heart skip a beat as you realize that, no, he in fact, was not lying about his height. 

He’s giving you a once over himself, but he’s more blatant with it. Vermillion eyes that seem to tinge with a sparkle as they squint down. He holds on his hands, veins protruding his skin, from his knuckles down to hide underneath the long-sleeved shirt. “Well, aren’t you cute?”

You don’t know how to take his comment, trying to decipher if he’s being genuine or condescending. Nonetheless, you take his hand, feeling his icy grip in your rather warm ones. It makes your spine shudder as your smile stammers just the slightest. “Thank you.”

Sliding into ypur seat, your eyes linger all around. Having done research on the restaurant beforehand, you knew it would be a high-end place, but you also knew that you didn’t have any nice dresses that would fit such a scenery. Everyone was dressed nicely, in garments that seemed to cost hundreds while you had bought this silk dress on discount. You knew that you were thinking too much about it, but you couldn’t help the way you started to feel so self aware about your attire. And Sukuna watched you silently, how you seem to be more timid in person than you are online. Though, he should’ve detected that with how tame your comments were in comparison to his. You had also let him know that this was your first time ever on the app.

He had ordered a bottle of champagne to start off the evening. The waiter hands him a bottle before giving you the slightest greeting. “Are the two of you ready to order?”

Oh. You had completely forgotten to look at the menu. “Uh, can you give me another minute? I haven’t had a look at anything yet.”

“No problem,” the kind gentleman nodded before shifting his attention to Sukuna. “What about you, sir?”

“I’ll order when my date finally decides,” he says, voice deep and gruff. It makes your heart skip a beat. The waiter leaves the two of you when finally Sukuna says something more. 

“How’re your classes going?” Sukuna asks, trying to get you to lighten up. You look so tense. “You’re in school for Psychology, correct?”

“Yeah,” you nod, perking up just a bit. “I took my last final earlier today, and I think I passed it. It was one of my easier classes—”

Time had passed with the two of you talking. Though, you did the majority of it. You’d ask Sukuna about the business he used to run and whatnot, but he would always manage to divert the conversation right back to you. If he didn’t care for a word that you were saying, he did a very good job at faking it. He managed to break down those walls that had you so rigid in the beginning that it was refreshing to talk freely.

When your food arrived and you had already taken a few bites from your plate, Sukuna started to become more serious. “So,” he forks up a spoonful of food. “You’re satisfied with us continuing or you wanna hitch it up for the next old guy you meet on the app?”

Eyes flickering up to him, your heart starts to race as you divert your gaze. Though you were sure of your response, you wanted another moment to really think about it. With your gaze low, you had the man on the edge of his seat before you nodded. “I think I’m fine with sticking around for a bit.”

A smirk cascaded his features, eyes twinkling in challenge. “You sure? I’ve been watching you and you seem… fragile.”

“What?” you gain more confidence. “You don’t like me, is that what it is? Are you trying to make me run off?”

“If I wanted to,” Sukuna chuckles, “you’d have left the moment you sat down.”

“Then,” you let out a breath. “I’m sure—” Your eyes hold in deep sincerity. “—I want this.”

His smile is wide and maniacal. It should have you running away in fear, but you’re a big girl. You stay in your seat. 

“Great,” he says. “Though, I should warn you. I’m not going to just give you easy money. You’re gonna have to work for it.”

You’re no stranger to hard work and labour, so with confidence, you say, “That’s fine by me.”

—

The original plan was to call it a night and text Maki the moment the two of you bid each other your farewells. However, the bulky man had more manners than he let on, asking you if you’d like a ride home rather than waiting for a Lyft to drop you back to campus. And while he asked for your address, he never told his chauffeur before pulling you into the backseat with him. He had his hands against your inner thigh, rubbing smooth and slow circles into your skin. There was a thick silver ring around his index finger that tickled your skin, making you trap the palm of his hand. 

And like a rubber band, he snapped, dragging you onto his lap with such ease that it made you elicit a soft gasp before he clicked a button to pull down a dark fixture to hide your soon to be naked body away from the driver. With your dress hiked up over your waist, the only thing to conceal your bottom half was the flimsy laced panties that matched your bra. You could feel him underneath you, beneath the wet patch of your underwear and through his dark slacks. He pressed you down against him for you to make sure that you could, adoring that sweet little moan that slipped from your lips. 

Throughout the entirety of the car ride, he kept you like this. Pulling down the straps of your dress and flinging down the bra somewhere in the car, he kept you grounded against his clothes erection. Teasing you of what you’d take tonight and paining himself from withholding what he so desired. The moment the vehicle stopped moving for good, settling into a parking spot, the man was eager to lead you out. Your eyes were in a lust-blown haze as he led you inside. You didn’t even have a moment to take in account the beauty of the architecture before you pushed against the wall.

Veiny hands that traversed and explored your body. They were rough and calloused against your skin as the older man found solace in the smoothness of yours. He didn’t treat you with gentleness, pulling you into him with greed. He grounds his hips into you, pressing his erection to you as he leads the way towards his bedroom. He moved quickly for an older man, swinging the door open with a bang and hastily pushing you down to the bed. You squeak with a bounce, eyes widened at the abrupt action but stay put.

Your heart rate has accelerated greatly as Sukuna prowls in your direction. You take this moment to take him in. How his skin isn’t smooth like the younger men, little dots of melanin that cascade his skin as his tired red eyes hold a deep expression in them— hunger. He’s like a tiger on the prowl the way he moves slowly. And when his knees hit the edge of the bed, his hand wraps around your ankle. He doesn’t spare a moment before dragging you to him and pulling the air straight out of your lungs. Your ankle, he doesn’t let go of, wrapping your one leg around his waist as he presses his need to your core. 

His next hand goes to press nicely against your clit. Uncaring of the hindrance that is your panties, he applies pressure to your nub with his thumb. Your breath quivers as you gasp, his eyes flickering down to you. That same maniacal grin coating his features, his teeth pointed as he continues to rub your clit, daring to create a path down to your folds. 

“Oh?” his deep voice echoes through the room, the simple word making more of your juices seep through the flimsy fabric. “Already so wet and I haven’t done much to you? Tell me, do you typically find yourself so turned on being used by old men for money?”

You shake your head, a low “no” falling from your lips as you feel his thumb snake underneath the crotch of your panties. He hums, “Hmm, you did say I was your first, but I don’t know… Women are such filthy liars.”

His thumb, thick and pressed against your wet entrance, glides between your lips. Your slick sticks to his digit as he hears the faint bubble of arousal build up. You clench in desperation as you shake your head in denial. “I’m… not.”

Then, his thumb is gone. You’re not even given a moment to mourn the loss of his touch before you let out a sharp cry. His nails dig into your sensitive bud as he pinches your clit. Back arching off the bed, you squirm in his hold as you wail out in pain. “Wait! Stop!”

While your words say one thing, your body does the next. Your next leg comes to wrap around him and pull him closer while he still has a hold on your clit. Your tears come quickly, pricking the corners of your eyes as you let out a sob. All he has to say is, “I told you that I’m not going to be easy money.”

“That’s…” you breathe. “That’s fine!”

His hold on your clit lightens. “Are you sure you don’t want to stop?”

“Yes,” you whimper. “I’m sure.”

He grins, dropping your legs down to the bed. A break that you’re willing to savor in, your eyes fluttering open as you feel the dip of the bed. A shadow cascading over your figure and you can feel his body heat reverberating against you. He grabs ahold of your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “I’ll certainly be keeping you for a while. You sure you won’t get bored of an old man like me?”

“With the way— With the way you’re treating me right now,” your eyes dilate with a certain level of need you don’t think you’ve ever felt before. “I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave.”

You think you’ve awakened a monster within him, the way his eyes seemed to have darkened at your admission. You barely hear it, the great that he breathes out before he falls down right beside you. He slaps his leg, motioning for you to get on top of him. “Do me a favor and take off my clothes for me, dear.”

You’re such an obedient thing, crawling onto his lap and resting your weight on him. You’re slow when you unbutton his shirt, grinding yourself softly against his pelvis as you hear the faint groans that leave his lips. With every button that you undo, you take a moment to run your hands down his chest. There’s evidence that in his younger years that he was much more fit— a burly man that could do much more destruction in his youth. His chest hairs are wavy, making you pull at the soft curls of them before you hear a deep grumble bellow from the depths of his chest. “You’ve had your playtime. Get to it.”

You don’t want to press his buttons, and you don’t want to continue to deprive yourself of what you’re anticipating. Hips rising upwards, you move to undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants, dragging down the expensive-looking fabric below his knees before he’s kicking them off himself. You find your place back on his lap as you look down to the rising length hidden underneath his underwear. Realization strikes harder as you take into account the size of his erection. Hands come to wrap around your waist as Sukuna drags you closer, seemingly reading your mind. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you can take every inch of me.”

And you trust him, dragging your dress over your shoulders and leaving yourself almost naked before his eyes. Your breasts bouncing as he takes one into his mouth, sucking around the dark pebbles of your nipples. Tongue swirling around the nub while he gropes at the globes of your ass, massaging the fatty flesh before reaching down to pull your panties to the side. Exposing your cunt to the cool air, you clench down in anticipation as he drags your hips against him. Slow and gradual as a faint hum that so closely resembles an animal leaves the man. And like a helpless prey, you succumb to him as your arms wrap around the expanse of his shoulders. 

The bite should have been expected, but you still cry out in pain when you feel his teeth sink into your flesh. Sharp and stinging, he enjoys hearing your whimpers and whines die off before pulling away. In a low voice, he says, “Turn around.”

With your back now turned away from him, you can’t see him pulling down his underwear, his cock springing out. So heavy that it falls. Dark shaft leading to a dusty pink tint, when he wraps his hand around his length, he shivers. Precum is already leaking from the tip as it twitches in need, his grip on your waist is tight as he motions you closer to him. Your head turns to watch him, to watch his length— so big and so thick— enter inside of you. Even with your arousal, you have no doubt that it’ll be a painful entrance, but you’re ready to endure. 

Craning your neck, your mouth falls open into an ‘O’ when he presses the head of his cock to your entrance, pushing himself into you. He’s no gentleman, never giving you sweet words of reassurance and never telling you that it’s going to be okay. Simply the animalistic grunts and groans as he pushes each inch in at a time. He ignores your choked sobs, basking only in his pleasure until he’s bottoming out inside of you. And it’s the only act of kindness, him giving you a moment to adjust before saying, “C’mon now. Move.”

Fixing your posture, your hand moves to support your weight as your hips rise. A short absence of being full of him before dragging yourself back down. Slow and languid movements of yourself, fucking yourself on his cock. Your hair, what you had done so nicely and put in a lot of effort into, was being pulled at. You squeal, your neck being craned as Sukuna pulls you back. “Is this what you call working for it?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“You want your money’s worth, right?” You nod. “Then show me that you deserve it.”

Picking up the speed, you bounce on his cock, a speedy tempo that fills the room as skin claps against skin. Your moans fall into rhythm with the beat as your breasts bounce. Sukuna explores your body, calloused fingers trailing against your skin before falling to your waist. Falling back into the headboard, his mouth falls open as he basks in this pleasure. And, you feel so full. You ignore the quick exhaustion that your body feels, determined to do what Sukuna asks of you as you ride his cock. 

“You’re doing so well now,” he praises, but you can hear the condescending tone within. “You must really want the money, huh?”

Nails digging into your waist, he takes control. Somehow going deeper than you have, his tip kisses your cervix with every thrust. “That’s all you young girls care about nowadays. Making money without doing all the hard work. Always need a man to do the big jobs for you.”

Your sobs echo the room along with the slaps of his thrusts. You can’t bring yourself to rebuttal with him, only taking what he gives you. He spreads your ass cheeks, revealing your untouched puckered hole. With the same thumb that teased your folds, he presses down against it, ignoring higher-pitched wails that escape you when he forces it in. Both holes clench.

And when the pain ripples through, you feel a coil in your stomach as he keeps the same killer pace. You don’t have to say a word for him to know, the visceral grip of your sweet cunt is the only detector he needs. He can feel his coming, too. “You liked being used, huh? G’nna cum all over my cock after treating you like nothing?”

“Mhm,” you mewl out. “Fuck!”

It’s all that you cry out before you feel your body tremble, a pleasure so euphoric that you can’t feel anything else. You feel something so wet spurting from between your thighs, dampening his bed sheets as he curses from underneath you. 

“Shit,” he curses, his ego inflating and leading to his own orgasm. Your orgasm settles down as you shortly come back to your senses. Your pussy pulsates over his length, milking the older man inside of you and taking his seed. You pant and moan out as your pussy’s still enveloping his cock. His thumb leaves your asshole as he pulls you against him, your back pressed against his large chest. Your head falls against him in exhaustion, but your ips continue to grind, clenching around his length as your body silently asks for more. The corner of his lips twitch upwards. Finally, a woman worthy enough answered his calling.

—

Maki is jealous when you show her the notification. Sukuna’s first payment: 1,500,000 yen.

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[sorrydetka]

helena watching mark leave for the day… no way the dick was that good

[ms-boogie-man]

☦︎17TolucaLake☦︎

That trollop in the video is either lying or ignorant One thingy for sure though… she is leading you down the wrong path

I thinking you guys are s'posed to be taken in by her German accent speaking out against nazis, and her soft hairs an nicely painted nails

Coming from a Roman (jerks her thumb at herself), who has chipped nails polish… Nazis were censors, banning TikTok would be censorship, and at no time in human history have censors ever been the good guys

Tip: MAGA first hinted at getting rid of TT due to it (a) being a Chinese (CCP) surveillance tool in your fōn, and (b) to troll liberals into showing their true colors by demanding a ban on the app. The surveillance issue has been resolved, and to the best of my knowledge, though I do not use the app, it is now fine for use by the public

Again, Ms Thingy up there in the video is wrong, she is conflating that which cannot be conflated, and banning TT would be censorship

… of course, if you think you can prove me wrong you are welcome to try. But before you respond, consider the following:

Don't fall for it

[scoupsakakitty]

can you pls do a part two for like cotton? it was so good i need more 🤲🏾🤲🏾

Like Cotton pt.2 | idol!Mingyu x Reader | fluff

The days following the live broadcast were filled with an undeniable shift between Y/N and Mingyu. It wasn’t anything obvious—at least, not at first—but the others noticed the subtle changes. The way Mingyu always seemed to be near her, the way his gaze lingered a little longer than before, the way Y/N’s laughter grew softer whenever he was around.

It was Seungkwan who addressed it first. “You two have been acting weird,” he declared, arms crossed as he stared at them across the practice room. “Like, really weird.”

Y/N nearly choked on her water. “What?”

Mingyu, who had been stretching beside her, froze. “We’re not acting weird.”

Seungkwan scoffed, pointing an accusatory finger at them. “You are! It’s like, there’s this… this tension! You’re both giggly and flustered all the time. It’s suspicious.”

Jeonghan, ever the opportunist, leaned in with a smirk. “Are you in love, Mingyu?”

Mingyu immediately turned red. “Wh-What? No! I mean—no!”

Y/N’s cheeks heated up just as quickly. “Stop teasing us.”

Hoshi clapped his hands together dramatically. “This is just like a drama! Two best friends falling for each other after realizing how adorable they are together.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face, while Mingyu let out a nervous chuckle. “Alright, alright, that’s enough.” He grabbed Y/N’s wrist gently and pulled her toward the door. “We have somewhere to be.”

Seungkwan gasped. “You’re just proving my point!”

Ignoring the laughter behind them, Mingyu led Y/N out of the room. He didn’t let go of her wrist until they reached the quieter hallways of the building. Once they were alone, he finally spoke.

“They’re not wrong,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/N blinked at him. “About what?”

He hesitated before sighing. “About us. About me acting weird.”

She felt her heart stutter slightly but kept her voice steady. “So… you have been acting different?”

Mingyu nodded slowly, eyes meeting hers. “Yeah. And I think I know why.”

The silence between them stretched for a long moment. Y/N didn’t dare to speak first, afraid of what he might say next. But then Mingyu reached for her hand, much like he had during the live broadcast, turning it over in his palm as if memorizing every detail.

“I like you, Y/N.” His voice was soft but certain. “And not just as a friend.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She searched his face for any sign of hesitation, but all she found was sincerity.

“You…” She swallowed hard. “You do?”

Mingyu let out a small, breathy laugh. “Yeah. I think I have for a while, but I only just realized it.”

Y/N felt her pulse racing. She wasn’t sure what to say, how to respond. But then she looked down at their intertwined hands, and something inside her clicked.

“I like you too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu’s eyes widened slightly before a wide grin spread across his face. “Really?”

She nodded, squeezing his hand gently. “Really.”

His smile turned into a laugh—one of relief, of excitement, of something new and thrilling. And before Y/N could process what was happening, he had pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground slightly as he spun them around.

The sound of their laughter echoed in the empty hallway.

When he finally set her down, Mingyu cupped her face in his hands, brushing his thumb across her cheek just as he had before. But this time, there was no hesitation.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s breath caught, but she managed a small smile. “Yeah.”

And so he did.