#She smacked herself in the face while trying to smack the phone out of my hand for the middle selfie. Hence what looks like a wink.
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wileys-russo · 2 days ago
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ingrid, “how long was i out?”, living room. thank you! 🫶🫶
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squeamish II i.engen
you frowned hearing the commotion, trying to turn and push your way into the pack of players crowded around vicky, only a hand grabbed your bicep and tugged you away.
"ing what-" you looked on confused as your girlfriend practically dragged you off the pitch, the team dispersing slowly as two of the medical team arrived and seemed to shoo them all away, the session done for the afternoon.
"she has a nose bleed, pina kicked her in the face with the ball." the norweigan explained, letting you go and walk of your own accord once she'd deemed the two of you were far enough away.
"so?" you frowned, confused as to why she'd been so determined to pull you away, all you'd wanted to do was make sure the young spaniard was alright. "so?" ingrid mocked with a roll of her eyes.
"you faint at even a drop of blood kjæreste." your girlfriend reminded sternly, holding the door open for you as you wandered through with a scoff.
"i am not that bad ingrid, i can handle a nose bleed!" you argued, the two of you bickering back and forth until ingrid was too tired to continue, leaving you to pack up your belongings as she moved across the room to do the same.
"ay amiga!" you looked up from your bag with a raised eyebrow, cata slinking over with a grin that you should have known meant trouble. "want to see a funny video?" the goalkeeper asked as you shrugged and she darted closer, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
what you failed to see was ona and pina subtly recording from a few feet away, however your eagle eyed girlfriend clocked it straight away as frido nudged her, sensing something was about to happen.
you waited patiently while cata tapped around on her phone for a moment before turning the screen toward you, a tiktok of some sort of surgery shown but all you could focus on was the blood dripping from the open wound.
and then like clockwork, down you went.
the three younger girls roared laughing but this quickly ceased as frido and ingrid arrived, frido shooing them all away with a glare as your girlfriend carefully propped you up into a seated position, a few of the older girls hovering nearby as irene took off to go yell at the culprits.
"what happened?" you asked as you blinked slowly, it normally didn't take you very long to come to after you'd fainted which was something ingrid was grateful for, as well as the fact most of the time you seemed to have a knack for avoiding head knocks as you fell.
a water bottle placed in your hand you pushed away ingrids own which pressed against your forehead, mumbling you were fine in between small sips as the taller girl insisted on fussing over you as if you weren't.
"pide disculpas!" irene returned and ordered, marching cata, ona and pina with her who slouched over with crossed arms like scolded toddlers.
"lo siento." all three murmured in sync, sent to pack up their bags as alexia smacked pina over the head who whined and pointed to cata claiming it was her who was the ring leader in all this.
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"ingrid. min kjære i am fine!" you chuckled as your girlfriend draped a blanket over you, tucking in the ends as if you were some sick elderly individual with the flu. "hey!" you protested as the can of coke you intended to crack was snatched out of your hand and replaced with a water.
"i don't have a concussion!" you groaned, though you'd been with the raven haired beauty long enough now to know there wasn't a point in arguing as any and all attempts would fall on deaf ears.
"can i have my phone at least? vær så snill?" you begged, knowing it was tucked away in your girlfriends bag where she'd put it a few hours ago, insisting it was bad for your head to stare at a screen after fainting, as always.
"you do not need a phone søtsaker, you have me!" the girl announced happily, gesturing for you to sit up as she slid herself behind you.
ignoring your over dramatic sigh you both wiggled around for a second to get comfortable, your body now wedged between ingrids long legs as your back rested against her front.
"no! since i am apparently the patient, i pick." you were quick to grab the remote out of her hand, flicking on the tv and browsing through a few different streaming services, ignoring ingrids complaining that you always took a million years to choose something.
"vi har sett dette!" your girlfriend groaned in both your native tongues, palm smacking against her forehead as you huffed and exited out of your initial choice.
"maybe you will choose something by kick off tomorrow, no?" the girl faked a yawn and checked an imaginary watch on her rest as you reached up and bonked her lightly on the head with the remote in response.
"not this." ingrid disagreed again as you picked something else and now you groaned. "why? we have not seen it." you argued as she firmly shook her head. "you do not do well with action movies kjæreste, blood?" ingrid prompted causing you to scoff.
"fake blood, is fine!" you insisted as once again your girlfriend was too tired to argue, gesturing for you to click play as you did so and settled down, stretching an arm up to tangle a hand in the taller girls hair, nails scratching against her scalp rhythmically.
bar the odd shared kiss or commentary you seemed fine for the first half hour of the movie, though a lot of that was just build up to the main fight scene which was about to happen.
"hva da?" your girlfriend questioned groggily as you pushed up off of her, readjusting the blanket to drape across her midsection as you stood. "popcorn, keep watching i can hear it." you insisted with a flick of your wrist as you hurried to the kitchen.
tossing the packet into the microwave and getting out a bowl you moved to stand behind the couch, not bothered to sit back down for a whole two and a half minutes while the kernels popped away and all the action kicked off.
ingrid didn't even realise you were there as she watched on, until someone took a chainsaw to someone elses face and blood splattered at the screen, she heard a loud thump.
shooting up and peering over the back of the lounge your girlfriend couldn't help but let out a small snort of laughter, quickly finding her own feet and rushing around to help you.
when you came to it was not in the same place you'd fainted, now laying on something much softer than your living room floor as you blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to your dimly lit bedroom.
"velkommen tilbake." you felt a pair of pillow soft lips press against your forehead with a chuckle as a ring clad hand sweeped a few loose strands of hair out of your face.
"how long was i out?" you questioned tiredly, blinking and rubbing at your eyes with a stretch and an exhale. "long enough for me to carry you to bed." ingrid grinned as you groaned, rolling over and hiding your face in her shoulder.
"i told you the movie was too much min kjære." ingrid hugged you tightly with a smile as you grumbled something inaudible into her jumper. "i have a medical condition don't bully me." you repeated at her request, rolling onto your face with a scowl.
"better it happen in our own home than on the pitch in a final!" ingrid teased as you whined and covered your face with your hands. "you promised to stop bringing that up!" you kicked your girlfriend who laughed and pulled your hands away, peppering a few apologetic kisses to your puckered lips.
"you know this is almost as good as the time you insisted on watching greys anatomy my love." "baby that was not my fault. fridolina told me it was a cooking show!"
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satans-knitwear · 2 years ago
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She will happily squish me and smack me with her mammoth baby paws for attention but she will not sit still for a selfie.
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poguelandiarafe · 21 days ago
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you’re my person - rafe cameron
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pairing - rafe cameron x bsf!reader
warnings - fluff, mature language
summary - rafe’s your person, your best friend. so when you feel the need to rant to him early in the morning, you won’t hesitate to kick out the girl in his bed to get his attention. (i’ve just watched the first episode of grey’s anatomy s11 and thought of this)
masterlist
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it’s not even sunrise yet, but you find yourself unlocking rafe’s door with the spare key. letting yourself in has become second nature now, knowing exactly where the key is; under the plant pot next to the front door, which probably isn’t the best place. you head straight to his room, knowing the layout of his house like the back of your hand.
it’s peaceful, the only sound being the birds chirping and occasional creaky floorboard. you push open his door, unfazed when you see blonde hair spilling onto the pillow, a girl curled into rafe’s side, barely visible underneath the covers.
“great,” you mutter, moving closer to the bed, “come on princess, up you get.”
when neither of them stir, you try again, loudly smacking your hands against the bed for added effect.
“let’s go, come on. get up.”
the girl stirs, rolling over onto her side to face you. her eyes go as wide as saucers when she sees you standing over her, eyebrows raised and arms folded over your chest.
“who the fuck are you?” she asks, instinctively pulling the covers up to her neck to hide herself.
“doesn’t matter,” you wave your hand dismissively, “get up. you need to leave.”
at the sound of voices, rafe is pulled out of his deep sleep. he groans against the pillow, instantly recognising your voice as the cause.
“what time is it?” his voice is muffled as he speaks into the pillow, “and what’re you doing here?”
“wait, you know her?”
you quickly check your phone, ignoring her, “it’s six. anyway, rafe, i need to talk to you. she needs to leave.”
the girl sits up, not understanding what’s going on. she’s surprised rafe is so calm about someone being in his house, especially this early in the morning.
“rafe…” she whines, shoving his arm for some sort of backup.
“uh, yeah you should probably go.” he mumbles, voice still thick with sleep.
“excuse me?” she sputters, eyes flickering between the two of you, “it is six in the morning!”
“sorry.” rafe says, not sounding sincere in the slightest.
a scoff leaves her lips as she dramatically throws the covers off her and grabs her things, slamming the door on her way out.
before slipping into the spot she just left, you can’t help but double check something.
“are you naked under there?”
“no, underwear is on.” he confirms, giving you a half-arsed thumbs up.
“okay, good.” you laugh, pulling back the covers and climbing in.
once you’re comfortable, rafe rolls onto his side, lazily throwing his arm over your waist and resting his head on your chest. sleep keeps threatening to pull him back under, but he doesn’t let it, knowing something must be on your mind for you to come over this early.
“it’s so early, y/n. i was sleeping.” he complains, blinking up at you in annoyance.
“i know but i need to talk to you,” you reply firmly, already knowing how to get back in his good books, “you’re kinda my person. plus, if you let me rant about it i’ll make you waffles… and i’ll let you sleep on me for a while considering i woke you up and you look super comfy?”
“okay deal. what’s wrong?”
you launch into your rant, rafe letting you know he’s somewhat listening by humming every so often and mumbling out responses when you ask him something.
“i can’t believe you.” rafe cuts in when you take a breath.
“what?” you ask, confused.
“you come to my house at the crack of dawn to rant about some girl gossip and how you’re not sure who’s side to be on.” he huffs out a laugh, unable to find it in him to be too annoyed at you.
“like i said, you’re my person, who else was i gonna go to?” you argue, “plus, you have no idea what it’s been like. it’s like a cat fight everyday, at least with you i won’t get my head bitten off.”
you feel him smile against your skin at the reminder of being ‘your person’, knowing how much he loves it even if he doesn’t admit it out loud.
“i was about ready to bite your head off when you barged into my room at six o’clock.” rafe joked, playfully squeezing your waist.
grinning, you nod your head in agreement, “that’s totally fair.”
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puddinrin · 10 days ago
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IDIOTS EVERYWHERE! >TEAM THANOS X F!READER
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summary: being the babysitter of literal grown men with your gorgeous wife se-mi
pairings: se-mi x f!reader (wlw because we all wanna be her bitch), platonic! thanos, nam gyu, min su & gyeong su x f!reader
warnings: man children
a/n: (name) is a fashion designer!
part one: lady boss! here
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literal man child. all of them.
you think min su at least is more responsible than the other three
but no, boy can literally be utterly clueless sometimes
namgyu at 11.40 am
min su ask lady boss if we could bring allen into the apartment
dw u cute she wont get mad at u
"(name), nam gyu asked if they could bring the german shepherd from downstairs into the apartment." min-su asked, looking up from his phone after reading the message that was sent to him.
"sure. tell them to get its dog certificate from the owner and it can sleep in my room too." you replied, full of sarcasm as you and se-mi, who let out a snicker at that - prepare the coffee table for lunch.
min-su perked up, shocked that you agreed without any arguments. "really?!" you looked at him, baffled, searching for any signs he realised that you were just being sarcastic.
spoiler alert, he didn't. god bless this man and your patience.
thanos has a habit of holding the handle of your bag when going through a crowd
his brain shut down at random times
so he needs you or nam gyu or anyone else to make sure he don't face plant into a pole or smth
while nam gyu holds you by the back of your neck while he walks behind you
leading you to wherever you guys are going
you and se-mi love to spite the others by being lovey dovey with each other
can't help with how se-mi can't keep her hands to herself too
while you walk with the others, she has a hand on your waist or hip, keeping you close to her
she love holding your hands too
keeping your intertwined hands in the pocket of her black leather coat when it's cold outside.
"your hands so cold, baby." se-mi frowned as she held your hands, caressing your skin. she then intertwined your fingers together before putting it in the pocket of her black coat.
you smiled giddily as you couldn't help but feel flustered from her action. "let's get some warm soup later, the one you like." she suggested, rubbing your knuckles with her thumb.
"okay." you nodded, before holding her arm with your other hand, hugging it.
from behind, nam gyu dramatically gagged at the scene in front of him. "gosh, couples."
thanos groaned, slinging his arm around min-su's shoulder, pulling him to his side. "min-su, cutie. come on, hold my hand too."
"i refuse." he replied, trying to push him away.
you have to hold back se-mi from killing them
however, se-mi doesn't bother holding you back from jumping them whenever they get on your last nerve
she encourages you to send them to hell and have the devil personally give them a tour of it
especially when you're taking measurements for their outfits
"su bong, hold still!" you groaned, smacking his stomach. he let out a playful 'ow', holding his stomach dramatically. "so fierce, senorita."
nam gyu chuckled as he watched the scene before him, snacking on a bag of lays chips.
"don't blame me if your pants drop in the middle of your performances because i couldn't get the right measurement." you threatened lightly, circling the measuring tape around his hips.
thanos gasped, grinning as he clapped his hands. "the fans would love that, wouldn't they?!"
gyeong-su cackled, looking through the designs of outfit that you had planned for them on your ipad. "nah, you would blow up on X."
nam gyu laughed, brushing his hands against each other to get rid of any chips dust. "that would be great publicity for black stones wouldn't that?"
"oh my god, no one wants to see your weeny, choi su bong!"
se-mi didn't have to hold you back from killing them
but she had to hold you back from strangling yourself with the measuring tape hanging around your neck
they love taking pictures of you
they your personal paparazzi
especially thanos, nam gyu and se-mi
it could range from you looking like an utter goddess that graced the world to the most mememable picture of you.
their birthday posts and instagram stories of you is whole rollercoaster ride
> thanostone4u
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thanostone4u happy birthday to my highness
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caption: came to support us or to make yourself at home?
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caption: girl complains i don't take enough candid pics of her 😒
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semilw my princess
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moonstruckme · 6 months ago
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Hii i have a request for doctor!remus or maybe emt!marauders (whichever you think goes best) with clumsy reader who is constantly covered in mystery bruises and maybe she bumps her head a lot in a just a few days between them and they find out bc they feel or see the bump or they see her bump her head and maybe gives herself a concussion ?? This is kinda what happened to me a few days ago when i smacked my head really hard and then yesterday at an appartement sighting right infront of the previous tenants and the real estate agent 😩 and i remember walking home and seeing like these white spots you see after hitting your head, you know?? And thinking oh if the boys where here they would be scolding me soo hard but also the coddling i just wanted to be wrapped up by them 😭
Oh god sorry for the long unnecessary and embarrassing backstory 😅
And ofcourse you only have to write this if you want to !! Hope you have a great day 💗🫶🏻
Thanks for the request lovely, hope your head is okay!!
cw: concussion
emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 658 words
Sirius watches you, nearly falling asleep against Remus’ side at one in the afternoon. You’ve been in a funny mood all day, only wanting to lie around with the curtains drawn and watch films you hardly seem to be paying attention to. It’s not very much like you, but your boyfriends are more than happy to go along with it. Remus has been half drifting off too, while James keeps going back and forth between the kitchen to make more snacks and Sirius sits with your legs across his lap. 
“Is your head still hurting you, lovie?” James asks as he sits down again, probably only for another ten minutes. 
You hum discontentedly. 
Remus responds by holding you to him as he leans forward, taking your water bottle from the coffee table. “Drink some more,” he tells you, voice rough with drowsiness. 
Sirius watches vigilantly as you take a few slow sips. You look tired and put out, but your expression eases into something closer to contentment when Remus pets your hair approvingly. Sirius sees the moment your boyfriend’s brow furrows. His frown as he looks down at your head, moving his hand over the same spot again. 
“Dove, what happened here?” 
“Hm?” You look up at him, but then Remus must press down slightly because your expression pinches. “Ow.” 
“What is it?” Sirius scoots closer. James leans forward in his chair, too.
“There’s a bump on the side of her head,” Remus says worriedly. He’s trying to part your hair to see better. “Can you lean forward for me, love?” 
Sirius sets a hand on your shoulder, encouraging you to bend over and murmuring a thanks when you do. While Remus tries to turn on his phone flashlight, he brushes his fingers gently over your head. You inhale, and his heart flinches. 
“Sorry.” He kisses your hair consolingly. “Do you remember bumping it?” 
“Yeah,” you sigh, as though the mere memory exhausts you. “I knocked it on a cabinet yesterday at work.” 
“You knocked it hard?” James stands up, peering over Remus’ shoulder as he inspects your head. 
“It felt hard at the time, yeah.” 
“Angel, why didn’t you say anything? You ought to have called us after a bump like that.” 
You shrug. Sirius can see you looking sheepishly into your lap. “It was embarrassing, and it didn’t seem very bad. It’s fine now, just a bit sore.” 
“But you have a headache,” Remus says dubiously, “and you’ve been tired ever since.” 
You hesitate. “Yeah, but…” 
“Can you look up here for me?” Sirius touches under your chin, prompting you to sit back up. He holds up his flashlight, making sure you see it before clicking it on. 
Though it shouldn’t be a surprise, you flinch hard, your face scrunching with the force of your squint. Sirius clicks the light off. 
He kisses the space between your brows. “I think you’ve given yourself a mild concussion, sunshine.” 
“Really?” you ask, bemused, at the same time as James makes a horribly dejected sound and leans over for a hug. 
“Our poor sweetheart,” he laments, bent over awkwardly with his arms around you. “No wonder you’ve been feeling so odd today, hm? We really shouldn’t be letting you watch TV while your brain’s trying to recover.” 
“No, we shouldn’t,” Remus agrees, reaching for the remote and switching it off. “How do you feel about a nap, dovey? You’ve seemed sleepy.” 
“That’s a good idea.” Sirius mushes another kiss into your temple. “It might help a bit with your headache, and I know Remus would nap with you.”
You hesitate. James tightens his hold and Remus strokes the hair near your injury, each of your boyfriends desperate to dote on you in their own ways. “Sure,” you say. “That could be nice.” 
“There you go, lovie,” James says approvingly. “If you hadn’t wanted to cuddle with our Rem, then we would’ve had to really worry about your head.”
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prettygirl-gabi · 9 days ago
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Title: Wash Day
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Rating: General Audiences
Warning: none
Paring: Paige Bueckers x fem reader
Fandom: Women's basketball
Summary: Letting Paige help you with your hair.... call in reinforcement.... right now
Tag: @starlighttsv
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It was wash day, and I was already regretting not starting earlier. The coils of my hair were stretched and dry, practically begging for some love. As I sat cross-legged on the floor of Paige’s dorm, surrounded by products—conditioners, leave-ins, oils, and detangling brushes—I sighed. Paige stood above me, hands on her hips, looking at the scene with mild panic.
“Babe,” Paige started, crouching down to my level. “I love you, but I don’t think I’m qualified for this.”
I gave her a tired smile. “You said you wanted to help.”
“I did! I do!” she quickly corrected. “But this… this looks like a full-time job. Are you sure I can’t call in backup?”
I rolled my eyes, pulling the spray bottle closer. “I’ve got it. Just—pass me the wide-tooth comb.”
Paige did as I asked but couldn’t resist adding, “If things go south, I’m calling Kayla. Or Azzi. Maybe even Ice. Someone who actually knows what they’re doing.”
“I’m right here, you know,” I teased, spraying water onto a section of my hair.
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Twenty minutes in, Paige had convinced me to let her detangle a section. Big mistake.
“Okay, so… I just start at the ends, right?”
“Yes, *gently*,” I reminded her, wincing as she yanked a little too hard.
“Sorry! Sorry! This stuff is like a jungle!”
I smacked her arm playfully. “It’s not *stuff,* it’s my hair. And you’re supposed to be helping, not clowning.”
She grinned sheepishly, then held up her phone. “Alright, I’m calling Kayla.”
“Paige, no—”
“Too late!” she interrupted, already FaceTiming her.
Kayla’s face popped up on the screen, and she immediately burst into laughter. “Oh my God, what is happening over there?”
“I tried to help with wash day,” Paige admitted, flipping the camera to show the mess surrounding us. “And I think I’m failing.”
Kayla shook her head, laughing. “Yeah, no. I’m coming over. You need professional help.”
“Bring snacks!” Paige added.
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About fifteen minutes later, Kayla showed up with not just snacks but KK and Azzi in tow. Ice and Aubrey were close behind, and it was clear they had *all* come to clown Paige.
KK was the loudest, pulling out her phone the moment she walked in. “Y’all, look at this!” she said, going live on Instagram. “Paige tried to help her girlfriend with wash day and almost ruined the whole operation!”
“KK, stop!” Paige yelled, trying to grab the phone.
“Too late,” KK said, laughing as the comments rolled in.
Azzi sat beside me on the floor, inspecting my hair with an approving nod. “You’re doing great, by the way. Paige, not so much.”
“Azzi!” Paige groaned, while Kayla pushed her to the side and got to work.
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With Kayla leading the charge, the atmosphere turned into a mini hair care seminar. Azzi and Kayla worked on sectioning and detangling, while Ice handed them products like she was the hairdresser’s assistant. Aubrey and KK were still making jokes in the background, much to Paige’s frustration.
“See, you have to take smaller sections,” Kayla explained, showing Paige how to work through my coils without yanking.
Paige nodded solemnly. “Smaller sections. Got it.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at how seriously she was taking the lesson now. “You’re really invested in this, huh?”
“Of course I am,” she said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “If I’m going to help you, I want to do it right.”
KK made a gagging noise from the corner. “Y’all are so soft, it’s disgusting.”
“Hush, KK,” Kayla said, throwing a hair tie at her.
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By the time we were done, my hair was clean, detangled, and styled in chunky twists. I felt lighter, and the soreness in my scalp was worth it. Paige sat beside me, looking proud of herself despite not doing much.
“So, how’d I do?” she asked, grinning.
“Honestly?” I teased. “You’re better as moral support.”
“Rude,” she replied, pulling me into her lap. “But fair.”
“Next time,” Kayla said, packing up the hair products, “just call me first. It’ll save everyone some time.”
“Noted,” Paige said, stealing one of the snacks Kayla had brought.
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Later that night, as Paige and I cuddled on the couch, she played with one of the twists in my hair.
“I really do want to learn, you know,” she said softly.
I looked up at her, my heart melting. “I know. And I appreciate it.”
“Even if KK clowns me for the rest of my life?”
“Especially then,” I replied, kissing her cheek.
She smiled, pulling me closer. “Good. Because I’m not giving up.”
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lunarlando · 6 months ago
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girl dad lando doing his babygirl's hair (she has his curls for sure hehe)!! he struggles a little but does a decent job at the end ~ maybe following a tutorial video or wifey is guiding him but creative freedom to you ❤️
so cute, thanks for the request! x
feel free to request more :)
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“You’re in charge of one thing before we have to leave for brunch with your family.” 
Lando glances up from where he's laid out on the carpet tickling a wildly giggling Estelle to see you with your hands on your hips. 
You’re still one of the many shirts of his that you’ve resorted to using as pajamas since your currently seven month pregnant belly has popped, and you’re looking at him very pointedly, but he still smiles fondly at the sight of you. It’s just an unconscious thing that his face does, that it’s been doing since the day he met you. 
“Mama!” Estelle squeals, pointing at you excitedly. 
“Hi, my darling!” You wiggle your fingers at her, beaming at your little girl with enthusiasm.
“What’ve you got for me, babe?” 
“Be the best husband ever and do your daughter’s hair.” 
“Pretty sure I already am the best husband ever, but alright. Reckon her hair looks just fine the way it is, don’t you think?” He aims a sideways glance towards the toddler. Estelle’s hair is an exact replica of her father’s, tight curls that like to do whatever they want, as evident by the tornado of brown framing her chubby cheeks at the moment. Lando smacks his lips together, bobbing his head understandingly. “Yeah, okay, I’ll try my best.” 
“Thank you, love.” 
He scoops Estelle off the floor with an over-exaggerated grunt, climbing to his feet with her slung over his shoulder the way she always loves to be held by him. She shakes with peals of cute toddler giggles, patting him on the back surprisingly firm for a one year old, making him groan. “Woah, you’re getting so big and strong, Stell! C'mon, let’s go do your hair.” 
You press a grateful kiss to his cheek as he passes you, booping Estelle’s nose playfully before they make their way down the hall to the bathroom. 
Lando sets Estelle down on the bathroom counter, squinting at the items you’ve left next to the sink for him. A few combs, a small brush, a tiny water mister thing that he has no idea what to do with. 
As if you sense he’s confused, you call from the bedroom, “D’you need some help getting started?” 
“No, no. I’ve got this,” He calls back, grabbing a comb off the counter. “Dada’s got this, doesn’t he, lovebug?” 
Estelle is too preoccupied with looking at herself in the mirror to hear him, though if she did, she probably would’ve said no. He has no idea how to do her hair. Sure, he knows how to do his own hair (barely), and hers is similar to his, but it’s different. 
He pulls up the photo album he’s got on his phone of pictures of Estelle—ones he’s taken, ones you’ve sent him whilst he was away—hoping one of them will help him draw inspiration for today’s look. 
One that particularly catches his eye is a photo from the mini holiday you all took during summer break a few months ago, where Estelle’s springy curls are pulled into two bunches towards the top of her head. From what he remembers, those bunches quickly ended up smeared with applesauce, but they were adorable while they lasted. 
“Think this might be the one, how ‘bout you?” Lando turns the phone towards Estelle, showing her the photo. She aims a gummy smile at him, wiggling around happily. “Yeah, s’cute, innit? Alright, here we go.”
“Babe, would you c’mere for a second?” 
Lando’s voice rings out from the bathroom after twenty minutes of silence, save for the occasional giggle. You’re all done getting ready, and as much as you want to pop your head in to see what’s happening, you’ll give your husband the benefit of the doubt. You pad down the hallway as fast as your pregnancy waddle will let you, not knowing what to expect. 
“How’s it going in here, my loves?” 
Lando stands back with his hands propped on his hips, head tilted. “I think I did pretty decent, no?” 
Estelle’s got two tiny sort of space buns on her head, a little messy, but better than you were expecting, given Lando’s inexperience. She leans in your direction upon laying eyes on you, making grabby hands at you until you scoop her up. You shift her in your arms so she can see herself in the large mirror. 
“Look, baby! Who’s that over there?” You coo encouragingly, pointing at her in the mirror with a big smile. Estelle mumbles something unintelligible, patting herself on the chest happily. “That’s right, it’s you! Dada did a fantastic job with your hair, didn’t he? You look so cute!” 
Lando tosses the comb he’s holding behind his back and up over his shoulder, catching it and pretending to run it through his own curls in one smooth motion. “Call me Stell’s personal professional hairstylist.” 
He’s serious about it too, giving a straight face until you manage to come up with a response. 
“Is the racing not working out for you? Had to find another job?” You joke, chuckling lightly. He scoffs, bumping your hip with his. You reach up to give him a kiss on the cheek, then hold Estelle up too. “Give dada a kiss?” 
Estelle knows the word kiss very well. Execution, not so much, but she tries her best as she plants what has to be the world’s wettest kiss to Lando’s cheek too. A younger Lando might’ve wiped the slobber away immediately, but dad Lando has no problem with it. He’s changed a lot since his younger days, especially since becoming a first time parent. 
You’re both still navigating that journey together, but you’ll have a year and then some more experience once baby girl number two makes her arrival in t-minus two months time. But for now, you’ll cherish every moment with Estelle before your focus is split between two kids. 
“Oh, thank you for the kiss, lovebug!” Lando chirps, booping her nose gently. “Usually I’d charge top dollar for a mint hairdo like this, but I’ll take that as payment since you’re so cute. You get it from your mum, don’t ya?” 
“I dunno about that,” You hum, leaning into him. “Her dad’s pretty cute too.” 
You don’t have it in you to tell him one of Estelle’s bunches sits higher than the other, not when he’s smiling down so proudly at the two of you like you’re his world.
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minnietrys · 27 days ago
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Determination
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◯ Cho Hyun-ju x Fem! Reader
△ Alt!Universe— Setting her determination as first she manages to call in hopes of your promise
▢ just a cute phone call :p (give me date ideas)
Cherish
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Thank you for all the support on cherish so here is the longer await part two ^^
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Deep breath, you’ve got this. Hyunju thought as she stared at your phone number, she can call you she can definitely do it. But what stopping her? Is it the thought you of not answering? Or what if you’re busy and she calls at the wrong time? What if you think she is a scam caller and block her?
Groaning in frustration she buries in face into her hands rethinking the wonderful moment you shared yesterday. Bringing a smile to her face she peeks though her fingers and get one more good look at your number but while scanning the paper her eyes land on the heart again.
Blushing and biting back her smile she sighs in delight. This is a good thing your finally coming out of your shell she thought to herself while she reaches out for her phone yet again.
Pushing in your digits she decides to put her determination first. Her determination of cherishing you. Her determination of finally and hopefully being happy.
Press call…it’s ringing…
“Hello?” A tried but delicate voice answers. It’s the voice she remembers from the coffee shop that said she was going to keep her sugar hostage if she didn’t text.
Trying to form words she lets the most embarrassing thing come out.. “Your sugar right?.”
“Huh?!?!” Hyunju immediately slaps herself on the forehead upon hearing your shock…what did she just say..?How can she mix up your name with sugar? How do you feel? Because basically someone you probably don’t remember just called you sugar…
“Umm…did you maybe get my phone number from a hooker called sugar?” She could hear your giggles but she won’t steep that low to get a hooker’s number.
“I’m so sorry..it just you told me to text you if not your going to keep the sugar hostage but then I asked if I can call you and you yes if I did I can buy you coffee but then the sugar stayed in my mind so I called you sugar.. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean that.” Hyunju rapping that out of mouth with a cry of embarrassment in her voice. She wanted to bury herself six feet under right now.
“Ohh Hyunju Unnie!” You said with excitement and relief wait did she just say she didn’t mean it…
You hear a hum on the other line but you quickly cut it off “So I’m not sugar..?” You asked in a teasing tone in hopes of getting the reaction you want.
“Yes ofc your sweet and kind like sugar but It’s just that I didn’t—” you can hear her panicking over the other line but she stops once she hears you laughing… smacking her lips she asks “are you teasing me?” You could almost hear her expression drop.
“Oh of couseee NOT! “ she can basically she your nose grow like Pinocchio though the call, though she may not know much about you. You’re not a good liar, you’re by far one of the worst and that makes her happy. Because everything that went down yesterday seems to not be a lie.
“Hmm if you say so, but say your the best kind of sugar” Hyunju couldn’t help but bite her lip as she tested the water with that tho you couldn’t help but smile and giggle “You are way more flirtatious than I thought” you had to admit.
“So you been thinking about me?” She couldn’t help but smile while holding but a small screech.
“Oh…I guess it’s my turn to be embarrassed.” you couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to your cheek but continued “Though your one of my best thoughts I do have to say.”
It’s was now Hyunju turn to feel the blood rush to her cheeks and she just froze meanwhile you screamed into your pillow scaring your roommate.
“Y/N! What happened” youngmi came running in with a broom looking like she was go attack if needed but she just saw you yelling into your pillow about admitting something.
Trying to catch your breath “I just admitted to someone very very pretty that’s she my best thought” you whined out “isn’t that a good thing?” She questioned while her face scrunched up. “I don’t know maybe! I mean I just met her a few days ago.. and I don’t wanna be pushy you know?” she saw your lip trembling again so she just threw the broom at you tried of your shit and snatching your phone.
“Hello, I’m so sorry my roommate y/n is stupid when it comes to people her type. Though I should mention please take her away, you can keep her.” wait ‘her type’ does that mean Hyunju is your type? Is that why you’re thinking about her?
Trying her hardest to not overreact Hyunju thinks fast for a reply “Um I can’t promise you that? What if she doesn’t want to?” Like come on Hyunju just can’t keep you because someone told her though she won’t mind. What is it that you want I mean if you want her to keep you she will.
“Oh trust me, she does…” youngmi says while side eyeing your overreaction. “You would be supporting a great cause!”
“What cause?” Hyunju said with curiosity like what in the world can that benefit. “The youngmi stress free cause!” She said out loud aimed at you to hear but all that happened was more screaming from you.
“I don’t think I’ve heard of that cause but I can for sure take her out for coffee, lunch, or dinner.” She might have been too scared to mention “date” cause who knows if it’s too early for that word.
“YOU HEARD THAT STUPID YOU GOT A DATE!” Well so much for too early. But what Hyunju heard next bought a big smile to her face.
“What!! Really?!?! All that manifesting work!”
“Hey stupid, guess what” youngmi said with an evil smirk causing your smile to drop.
“Is this another joke..?”
“Nope, you still on call with your soon to be girlfriend and you yelled all that” youngmi couldn’t contain her laughter anymore and passed you back your phone as she left your room.
“So um..about that date? This weekend?” You asked with hope of her not canceling after that whole ordeal. But all you heard was a beautiful giggle “you’re so cute, but yea this weekend.”
You both spent the next few hours getting to know each other bit better before your big date but when it was time to say goodbye the only thing you both could do was pout and promise to text each other till the weekend once you see each other again.
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Pass me those date ideas >.< did I proof read no… so if you saw any mistakes I’m not sorry I was enjoying watching hyunju edits
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thanosscross · 24 days ago
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Fake Girlfriend, Fake Boyfriend, Silly! - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader part 2
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Summary: Taking a day off from tour, the boys and you make the most of it, going out to party Seung Hyun ends up saying more than what he means too
Warnings: A very drunk and sensitive Seung Hyun
In between shows were always your favorite, it gave you time to enjoy whatever town you were in, this time, it allowed you to relax with your favorite guys, too worn out to really want to do anything other than lay around. As you walked into the shared hotel room you noticed the messy empty room, not a single person to be found.
The boys sat on the couch in the conference room laughing as they answered another question "So, T.o.p, You're now officially on tour with your girlfriend, Y/n, that's got to be exciting, where is she?" The woman asked kindly watching as the boys started to coo at their older friend causing his cheeks up "Y-Yea, it's amazing, Y/n's a really talented artist and being able to work with her has definitely been a change of pace from these weirdos" Seung Hyun teased before glancing at the small clock mounted to the wall, furrowing his eyebrows as he noticed it was almost noon and you still hadn't tried messaging or calling any of the boys yet. "As for where she is...She is sleeping upstairs, waking her up is harder than any tour" Ji-Yong added on, leaning over as Seung Hyun checked his phone, Dae-Sung laughing loudly as he saw a message come through
'I swear if you boys left me here alone, I will shave each and every head of hair while you sleep'
"She's so violent!" He laughed loudly as the others leaned over laughing and giggling as they read your message, Finishing up the interview the boys raced to their hotel room, the boys wanting to tell you all the sweet things Seung Hyun said about you, Seung Hyun wanting to get to you before them. You stood cluelessly in your own hotel room, trying to get your hair to lay flat "Y/n!!" You heard their shouts before you saw them all trying to rush through the doorway together "Seung Hyun said you're very talented!" Dae-Sung "He also said he loves his girl!!" Tae-Yang shouted, Seung Hyun stood behind them, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck "I was just acting like a boyfriend" He mumbled following the others into your hotel room "You're very sweet, Aein" You smiled softly, turning to face them all, they all just chose different spots to sit as they sighed "So, what're the plans for today?" You asked sweetly, sitting down next to Ji-Yong on the bed "I would say club, but last time darling over here almost got herself and Seung Hyun in a scandal getting caught grinding on a different guy one night, in reality there wasn't really an issue other than Seung Hyun's jealousy, but to the fans who genuinely thought you and Top were together, they saw it as cheating.
"I didn't mean to!" You shouted throwing yourself onto the bed "Listen! I learned my limit that night!" You added on in protest causing the boys to laugh loudly at your defensiveness "Dalkomi, if you want to go out, I'll go with" Seung Hyun offered.
Which is how you ended up tipsy with a drunk Seung Hyun, you weren't sure how he was so drunk until you noticed one of the V.I.P waitresses refilling his glass anytime it got low. You were having fun though, the boys somewhere on the dance floor other than Ji-Yong, who volunteered to help you make sure nobody went to extreme tonight considering you had a show tomorrow night. "Seung Hyun! You can't grab her like that!" Ji-Yong laughed out watching as his friend very easily moved you around him as he danced, his hands planted firmly on your waist. You just blushed giggling loudly, you liked drunk Seung Hyun, it wasn't often you saw him, but whenever you did, it was always fun, it was always so silly and even flirtier, all while being incredibly sensitive. You squealed as Seung Hyun lifted you into the air, smacking your ass, if it weren't for the fact you were so comfortable with him, you most likely would've smacked him square across the face. "Seung Hyun! Put her down!" Ji-Yong laughed rushing over to you both to keep his hands over Seung Hyun's not wanting to see you get hurt. Placing you on your feet Seung Hyun shot a glare to his friend "She's myyy girl, I would never hurt her!" He slurred, protectively hugging you as he pulled you closer by your hips. You were a flustered mess, between your own alcohol consumption and the high you got just from being around Seung Hyun you were a mess, and Ji-Yong noticed. "Y/n! You want to take him home?" He asked, leaning closer to your ear so you could hear him closely, you nodded in agreement turning your attention to Seung Hyun "You're so pretty" He mumbled admiring the way your eyes were shining under the club lights "Thank you, handsome...Why don't we go back to the hotel?" You asked, taking his hand in yours "I don't want to leave yet, though" He frowned, you just giggled in reply taking his hand into yours gently before leading him to the car that sat waiting outside "I love you, y/n" He slurred as you helped him into the car "Awe, I love you too, you're my best friend" You smiled, squeezing his hand, frowning whenever you watched his face fall "No. I love you, y/n, you're so pretty..and nice..and you always take care of us whenever we need it" He emphasized, turning his head to look at you, you couldn't help but blush, reminding yourself he was always flirty when he was drunk. "You're very sweet, Aein..But let's worry about getting you inside" You offered, taking his hand slowly scooting out of the car as it came to a stop outside of your hotel, getting him inside was nothing, it was getting him to stay in his room.
It had been a good three minutes of not seeing or hearing Seung Hyun which made you worried, as you walked into the connecting room, your heart broke, Seung Hyun drunkenly cried into Ji-Yong's arms who just rubbed his friend's back "She loves you, Seung hyun, but you are drunk, so now is not the time to try and tell her-" He was cut off by his friend "She's just...so nice to me" He sniffled, holding his friends shoulders as Ji-yong laughed softly, remembering an almost similar between you and him a few months after coming out with your fake relationship "I understand that, and she is very nice, but you are going to regret not shutting up in the morning" He replied, trying to help his friend lay down, Seung Hyun just let out another flood of tears fall "Ji-yong..I've got this, love" You said softly making your way to your friend taking his hand in yours before offering him a sympathetic smile "Come on, you can crash with me" You offered helping him to his feet as he smiled at you "See? She's so nice!" Seung hyun cried out as you pulled him to your hotel room, shutting the door so the others could go to sleep as well. "Dalkomi" Seung Hyun called as he fell back onto the bed "Yes?" You asked walking over to help him take off his belt and shoes "Do you want to change?" Your voice was soft, forcing Seung Hyun's attention to it as he took in every little feature of your face like he had done plenty of times before.
Seung Hyun stopped thinking for a moment, even drunk he wasn't sure about taking his clothes off, he knew you'd never be rude towards him or his body, but his mind couldn't stop throwing different situations at him. He was pulled from his racing thoughts by your soft hand cupping his cheek "Seung hyun...You don't have too...or I can step out for a moment?" You offered softly, Seung Hyun wished you'd just stop, stop being so nice to him and making him fall in love you, but you just kept going, even whenever you were grumpy and angry at him, he still liked it. "I love you" He said, holding your hand in both of his, pressing it against his lips gently "Seung Hyun..why don't we talk about this..in the morning?" You hesitated, were you really about to have this conversation with him? "I love you too, more than you know...but Ji-Yong is right, now is not the time" You explained, watching his eyes glisten with excitement for a moment before he nodded "I'll change" He stated after a moment, standing up making his way to your bathroom, pulling his shirt off as he turned to enter the room. It took a few moments, but once Seung Hyun got his night clothes on, he looked in the mirror, taking in his state.
You nervously let your knuckles hit against the bathroom door softly "Aein..Are you okay?.." You called, worried something might've happened, instead the door just slowly opened, you cheeks Immediately heated up with a blush as you noticed his bare chest right in front of you "Yea..yea, I'm okay" He smiled, you took his hand helping him walk properly back to the bed, helping him lay down before going to get changed yourself. It wasn't long before Seung Hyun saw you shyly emerge from the bathroom "U-Um I can't get this..undone, will you?" You asked walking over to him, before sitting down in front of you friend, showing him the dress zipper that was caught in the fabric. You felt a shiver run down your back as your felt his hands brush against your skin, feeling him struggle with the fabric before you felt the dress start to slide down your body, the zipper finally giving up it's hold on the dress fabric setting you free. You quickly caught the fabric holding it to your chest as you rushed back into the bathroom to finish changing, as Seung Hyun laid back down he couldn't push the image of you sitting in front of him with your dress half way down, out of his head, the way your beauty just sucked all of his attention amazed him in the best ways.
You made your way back to the bed, wearing only a pair of night shorts and Seung Hyun's hoodie as you crawled underneath the covers next to Seung Hyun. Glancing over taking in his lost in thought expression, you wrapped your arm around his shoulders, pulling him to closer to lay his head on your shoulder "I promise..We'll talk in the morning, if you still want too" You assured, resting your head on the top of his as you started to doze off.
The next morning you woke up hopeful, but as the day passed on, the more you got a nerve wracking feeling in your chest, Seung Hyun was acting as if nothing had happened the night before, you knew he was drunk, but he couldn't of been that drunk, right? You stood back stage, waiting for the cue to begin you looked at Seung Hyun, he was joking around pushing Dae-sung off of his mark, getting pushed back in return. Hearing that you'd be delayed by five minutes you took your chance to step towards your friend looking up at him "Seung Hyun..what are we?" you asked quietly, hoping the others wouldn't hear, but unfortunately for everybody, they saw exactly what was happening. "What're you talking about? We're fake girlfriend and boyfriend, silly" He chuckled, his face dropping whenever the props started to move suddenly, the screams of the fans getting louder, panicking knowing neither of you were on your marks, Seung Hyun quickly wrapped his arms around your waist dipping you down as he pressed his lips to your cheek, holding you there until the music started.
You'd all be lying if you said this performance wasn't different than the others, there was something between you and Seung Hyun and everybody could see it, you tried to keep your feelings shoved down as you preformed, as soon as your show ended you were quick to go to your hotel room, locking yourself in not wanting to do anything other than sleep and mentally kick yourself for being so hopeful and stupid.
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You like? Also per requests, Up next on the posting schedule is part four of in my club! And then possibly part two of There all along! So keep your eyes peeled for those! <3 Excited to hear from you lovelies!
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sugurusfavemonkey · 21 days ago
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CALL IT FATE - PROLOGUE: KNOCKIN' ON HEAVEN'S DOOR
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summary: your roommate left and the bills were staring to pill up when three knocks to your door bring you Ino Takuma: say hello to your new roommate. The easygoing boy quickly worms his way into your life and heart. pairing: Ino Takuma x reader word count: 1.3k contents: college AU, short series, afab!reader, fluff, some crack, cursing, miscommunication (you think Ino is gay), strangers to friends to lovers (and they were roommates!), smut to come in future chapters (MDNI)!
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"What do you mean you're moving?!" you bellow, throwing your hands up in disgruntlement as you walk back and forth through your living room.
"I know it's sudden, but-" your roommate tries to chime in from her spot on the couch, shoulders hunched as if trying to make herself look smaller and hands splayed together on top of her thighs.
"Sudden is right. I'm not saying I'm not happy for you, but you could at least have let me know in advance, you know? I mean, a little room to breathe would've been nice." you keep on rambling.
"I'm so sorry! It's just... we've been dating for a few years now and when she asked me to move in with her I just- what was I supposed to do?"
"Say yes?" at that you finally stop, one hand running over your face, "and then ask for a little time so your roommate doesn't get swarmed in debt."
Utahime has the chagrin to stay quiet while you let your frustration out. Glancing at her from between your splayed fingers, your own shoulders fall, defeated. You walk to the couch and let yourself fall down beside her with a deep sigh, head lazily lolling back against the worn-out cotton.
"I can't afford this place on my own and we're in the middle of the semester, how am I supposed to find anyone?"
"I'm sorry." she tries one more time, softly.
You turn your head to face your ex-roommate and reach for her hand, a small if not bittersweet smile on your lips.
"I really am happy for you, Hime."
"I know."
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"Ugh! The commute back and forth to campus has been taking me ages. I haven't had the time to skate in... forever!" Ino Takuma whined to his aloof blond friend, head falling down against the table wooden top with a smack.
Nanami scowled in disgust, who knows how many people have done god knows what against that same table top but showed no other reaction to Ino's dramatic display. He kept on politely munching on the surprisingly good sandwich he had just bought at the campus cafeteria.
The unlikely duo had come to be when Ino had been a freshman at Jujutsu Tech and desperately needed help in one of the general courses. With the pending prospect of failing his class, he finally sought out tutoring. Cue in Nanami Kento, a junior with one of the highest GPAs in the school who offered tutoring lessons for extra credit.
Takuma had instantly latched onto Kento, his admiration and high regard evident through his constant praise of the slightly older man. And Nanami try as he might couldn't help but cave in under Ino's unrelenting enthusiasm because, as cold as he may seen, he has a soft heart underneath.
"You think maybe I could get a spot in one of the units closer to the campus?" his voice comes out muffled.
"We're in the middle of the semester, Ino. I doubt there's anyone interested in-" Nanami cuts himself off when an abrupt memory flashes in his head.
"You're right." Takuma lifts his head up and sighs, taking a large bite of his own sandwich and chewing thoughtfully.
"No, no. I just remembered something. Believe it or not a friend recently had her girlfriend move in with her. Her roommate could be looking for a new tenant." Nanami puts his sandwich down and reach for a napkin, meticulously cleaning his fingers before picking up his cellphone and scrolling through it.
"You're joking?" The brunet visibly perks up, his entire demeanor shifting, eyes wide and lips splitting into a wide grin.
"Not at all." Nanami replies mindlessly as he starts typing on his phone.
Meanwhile, Ino's eyes grow distant as his head spirals into different thoughts and plans, "that's like... it's gotta be destiny or something like that, right?!"
Just then Nanami's phone chimes with three consecutive pings.
"Yes. Very fortuitous indeed. They are in fact looking for a roommate. Here, I'll send you the address."
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After your roommate left for good, everything seemed to be going downhill.
Five out of the six jobs you applied to had reached back out only to let you down, you missed the deadline to an important project in one of your classes, you accidentally washed a red pair of panties along with the white clothing ending up with a bunch of pink pieces instead and, to make matters worse, the heater broke down just as the temperature started dropping.
You were in the middle of a break down when there were three knock to the door.
Your spine went rigid, cold sweat running down your back, immediately assuming the worse. Murphy's Law has been theorized for a reason after all.
"Well, better nip it in the bud." you mumbled before lifting yourself up from your laid out position on the floor with a grunt and some joints popping.
As you open the door you're surprised to find a boy you're pretty sure you've seen in passing across the campus standing with his hands in his pockets. He is handsome in a boyish way and you can't help but appreciating his big dark eyes and disheveled brown hair.
"Can I help you?" you ask after a few seconds of awkward silence as he stares at you with wide eyes.
"Uhm... yes! Yes. I, well, you see, I was complaining about the loooooong time it takes to and fro from my apartment to campus and how I no longer have time to do anything, it's really annoying because I like to skate and chill with my friends sometimes, you know? And then Nanami, who's whip-smart, reminded me we're in the middle of the semester so chances were I would be stuck there at least until it ended. But suddenly he remembered a friend of his had just had her girlfriend move in with her so now her girlfriend's roommate could be seeking another roommate! So he reached out and turns out, she is! I mean, was. If she takes me, that is. No! Wait, I mean, if you take me."
You blink owlishly as your brain struggles to comprehend the influx of words being thrown at you at breakneck speed, "what?"
"Damn," he sighs and looks down, wincing at his own frenzy, "I'm sorry, I got ahead of myself. Let me start over," the boy fixes his posture and tries again, "hi, I'm Ino Takuma. I heard you were looking for a roommate and I wanted to apply for the position!" He punctuates his sentence with a charming smile that had no business being as cute as it is.
You introduce yourself with a chuckle.
"I am looking for a roommate. You said Nanami sent you? The blond guy with the glasses and a penchant for weird patterns?"
"Yes! That's definitely him."
"We may not be close, but I know for sure that's the most trustworthy guy on campus."
"He really is. Nanami is like the most amazing guy I ever met. He's so smart and cool. And handsome too!" Ino says dreamily, a bit too dreamily for it to pass as only admiration and you feel yourself growing a bit less tense, letting go of the door you were halfway hiding behind.
Sharing your housing with a man would be a risky venture at the very least but if said man played for the same team? maybe that could work.
"I'm not gonna lie, you've come at the right time." You admit, glancing at him from below your lashes. He seems to falter for a second, but recover just as quick.
"See! It's like fate!" his overexcited reaction has your smile growing, Ino has this endearing quality to him that immediately lowers your defenses.
"Fate." You nod your head, lost in your own head.
"So?"
"Oh, yeah! Right! Come on in. Let's chat about this."
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nayaesworld · 2 months ago
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The Beast in the Woods
Warnings:SMUT,breeding,supernatural situations
Aaron Pierre X OC!Willow
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Part 2
In which the lion and lamb fall deeply in love with each other and bind their beings as one…
Life felt truly and utterly complete for Willow. The handsome man that harbored a beast deep inside him had swept her off her feet and made her feel so bubbly and warm inside. Even though most days she felt obsessed with him, he assured her he felt the same way as she did maybe triple fold. The two were connected at the hip, when one moved the other moved. A graceful display of love. Her scrapbook in her living room now filled with pictures of them taken from her digital camera, pictures that somehow captured how they truly felt in the moment they were taken. Willow was at peace, happy, and in love… she said the last part a lot to herself sometimes it didn’t feel real. She loved this man, loved everything he stood for and loved how he worshiped her. She was a goddess to him.
Draped in one of Terry’s shirts she crept into her kitchen where she heard him rustling around.
“I can hear you my love… you couldn’t ever hide from me.” She smacked her lips as he laughed aloud at her attempt to creep up and scare him.
“You’re no fun… you never met me get you.” She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest giggling as he reached out for her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She sighed to herself as he sucked and licked at her neck, his large hands groping and palming her cheeks through her black boyshorts.
“Mmm.. but I always get you, and I get you good every time” And get her he did, Terry had managed to completely turn Willow out. She was eager to learn how to please him, and he was eager to teach her.
They fucked often. On every surface and every position. Everytime she thought she had been put in every position possible, he’d bend her body a new way. Willow was severely surprised that she hadn’t fallen pregnant yet. Would it be so bad if she did…?
“It’s not fair… you have your hearing and smell. I could be down the road and you’d still hear me before you ever saw me!” She exclaimed and giggled as he tickled her against her butcher block island.
Her hands found his warm face and she caressed him, peering into his ever expressive eyes.
“Did I tell you how much I love you today?” She playfully questioned him while trying her best to jump into his skin. Close was never close enough for her and she needed to touch him whenever he was near her.
“Mmm… you did my baby… but I’m never tired of hearing it. If I said I loved you more would you believe me… girl I’m obsessed with you..” He squeezed her into him, soft and content was it anything better?
A heavy downpour covered the cozy cottage and the woodlands, hard white rain coming from the sky in angry spurts of water. Willow loved the rain though, the sound would serenade and calm her. It nurtured her plants and everything around her, she was grateful. But this weather called for something hot and hearty, and her vegetable garden had sprouted nice juicy tomatoes and a tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich sounded divine.
Opposed to getting her freshly washed curls wet again, she sent Terry out to snatch a few tomatoes from their green vines. She laid her tomatoes,garlic,onions,and bell peppers onto a baking pan to prepare to roast them in her oven. She cracked black pepper and salt on top and slid them into her preheated oven, setting a timer on her phone she glanced around for Terry.
“Baby?…where did this man go so quickly” She chewed her bottom lip as she looked all over the house for him. For a man of such size and height he always managed to evade her, quiet as a church mouse and cunning as a panther.
Finally the sound of running water led her to her bathroom. Pushing open the door her dark brows scrunched as she finally made out his massive form fully clothed and sitting against the shower wall soaking wet as his head laid in his palms and he breathed heavily.
“Terry baby oh my god..Are you ok?!” She rushed to fling open the glass door, ice cold water stinging her hand.
Not caring about the icy water raining down onto her, she grasped his head into her hands and gasped. His skin was searing hot and his usual soft green eyes had been replaced with honey gold ones with blown pupils. He breathed heavily and raggedly in her presence, scaring her.
“Willow baby…please move away.. I-I don’t trust myself right now… you need to leave me be.” His words came out rushed and she was confused on whether or not she’d be able to leave him in this state as he requested.
It took everything in her to turn away from him and rush to her kitchen to shut off the oven, she didn’t need a fire starting.
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Terry didn’t see this coming. He thought he’d get away with loving Willow and his instincts would sit on the back burner while he restricted himself. A joke was what it was, because he had known better than to suppress his nature, yet he couldn’t bear to put it all on her. His feelings for her were raw and real. Deep inside him he knew this day was coming, but primal instincts didn’t follow the human calendar so he had no time to prepare.
Heat had came for Terry. All of his kind had to experience it one day but none of them were ever truly prepared for the carnal experience. A Lycan in heat was a Lycan in love, a Lycan bound so tight by their mate that they could only see them; and no future without. Terry had felt all these things for Willow times infinity, he looked back often at the dull life he lived before her and realized he was never actually living; just existing.
Terry being in heat symbolized everything he truly felt for her and everything he wanted them to be, a husband to her; and a father to their future children. She was his soulmate and his supernatural soul had solidified that. There was no life for Terry without Willow and tonight he’d make sure she knew and believed that.
“Baby?… I know you wanted me to leave you… but I can’t, I need to know for sure if you’re ok!” His keen hearing allowed him to hear Willow’s honeyed voice over the loud shower.
Gathering himself his legs shook as he stood to his full height to turn off the water.Peering through the partition glass of the shower he watched her grab him a large fluffy white towel to dry off with.Stepping out of the shower he felt his hot skin cool off in her presence, she was the one; the only one.
“Let me help you please…you’re scaring me baby” he let her help him out of the soaking clothes he breathed in her sweet scent and let it take him away. Standing fully naked he grabbed the towel from her and wrapped it around his waist.
“Your eyes.. I’ve never seen them look like this before, does this have anything to do with what you are, being a Lycan?” Her curious hands ran up and down his body, seemingly checking for signs of harm on his body.
“I’m not afraid, I accepted you fully and completely a year ago when you showed up near my house… nothing is keeping me from you.” She continued on talking but stopped when she peered up into the intense gaze of his.
“I’ll tell you everything… starting with the fact that this is even happening to me right now is your fault.” A sly smirk graced Terry's face as he backed her into her room.
“My fault…bu-but how… what did I do?” The little gasp she let out made his dick swell just a little; he knew he would explode at the lightest touch.
“You little sneaky vixen… look at how you just seduced me and fucked up my head..and I just let you. This that you see in front of you is my body’s raw reaction to you.. I crave you so badly baby, I’m in love with you .” Terry watched as her pretty brown eyes seemed clouded by his words, and he burned to touch her.
“It’s all on you baby…you make me feel like this, it’s all solidified now…there’s no going back. I’m in heat, baby…my body is begging for me to make what we have a lifelong love…to marry you and give you my babies..” He let her slide her soft palms along his bulky arms and felt the tingles that were left behind. She leaned up on her tippy toes and kissed him beneath his ear and whispered.
“So do it..”
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Terry engulfed Willow into his heated embrace and began to slide his hands underneath his shirt that she was draped in. He felt her plump nipple pebble up under his touch as he tugged on them and ran the pads on his fingers over them.
“Hold the shirt up, let me eat my pussy.” Terry grumbled and sank down onto the plush cream carpet on her bedroom floor. He tugged down her boyshorts and she placed her hands on his shoulders to step out of them.
He placed her leg onto his built shoulders and let his pointer finger and thumb open the lips of her vulva. His plump lips gave open mouth kisses and he slowed his slurping and paced himself.
Willow was sweeter than any fruit or any treat he’d ever consumed, and he found it hard to control himself when they often tangled in the sheets.
“Ouu baby fuck…why are you eating my pussy like this?” Willow threw her head back and grinded her pussy across Terrys face.
“Mmm fuck mama feed me my pussy…I want you to nut.” Terry wagged his tongue back and forth as he sent Willow to another dimension with French kisses to her clit.
“Tell daddy you love him…I said tell daddy you fucking love him!” He nipped her inner thigh and stood to his feet.
“Ohh I love you..I-I love you so damn much!” Willow squeaked and held onto Terry as he carried her to her king sized bed.
“You about to get your money's worth out of this bed…I hope you know that. Might fuck you into the mattress mama..” Terry grabbed up a few plush pillows from her bed and placed them between the headboard and the wall, he didn’t want damage to the walls or paint.
The location of something very special came to the forefront of Terry’s mind; a ring. A pear shaped ring with a green quartz gemstone, a dazzling engagement ring that captured the beauty and love for greenery and nature that Willow held. A true embodiment of what Terry truly felt for her every passing day.
The ring normally sat in its box nestled in her nightstand, he had to move it often to be sure she never stumbled upon it and most days he just resorted to keeping it on his personal. He wanted the proposal to be huge and elaborate but today had taken him completely by surprise and his instincts urged to do it as soon as possible.
“Willow baby… forgive me for not giving you the absolute best when it comes to what I’m about to ask you, but I-I just couldn’t wait any longer. You know how much I love and care for you; how strongly my heart beats for you. Would you grant me the privilege of loving and caring for you for the rest of both of our lives…Willow will you marry me?”
He watched her big eyes fill with tears and she nodded her head quickly. “Yes yess I’ll marry you, I’ll marry you in every lifetime!” He hurried to grab the ring and hit onto his knees to place it onto her slim finger; it fit perfectly.
The shiny celadon green ring clashing with the creamy smooth brown skin of her hand was the perfect contrast, and she beamed internally and externally.
“You ready for some loving Mrs.Richmond?”
With a flirty smile and a bite of her lip she pulled him closer “Always ready Mr.Richmond !”
Promises of a 2025 baby had Terry flipping and tossing Willow every which way but loose,and the pillows behind the headboard? Useless. The bed squeaked and groaned under the ravenous couple who were hell bent on going straight through it. A permanent dent in the shape of them would be sure to form.
Hands locked with hers Terry rutted into her. “You want my babies… you want me to make you a mommy..hmm?” Expecting Willow to give him an answer right now was pure insanity as she shook and shuddered beneath him, the girl was literally dickmatized.
Rising slowly out of her stupor she locked her Legs around his hips. “Please daddy..yess I want you tooo, I want you to nut in me so badly!” Willow’s tongue slithered into the shell of his ear, nipping and sucking.
“Fuck me baby…harder. Uhn daddy my pussy…you’re so deep!” Opening his eyes to finally look down into hers he watched tears of pleasure cascade down her pretty face,her lip wedged between her teeth trying to quiet the loud screams in her throat.
“Mm mm let it out my baby… let daddy hear how good I’m fucking you…FUCK I can’t wait until you all swollen with MY babies!” Terry’s vision blurred and the veins in his neck protruded like they would pop from his strong neck. A loud sigh slipped from his mouth as his dick pushed out more cum than he’d ever thought he could produce, he was spent and he let his weight drop onto Willow.
He picked up her hand where the ring sat and kissed along her ring finger; his wife,his mate, and the future mother of his offspring. He lifted from her after some time and let his hot hand come down between them to press his palm onto her lower belly, almost like he was putting a spell on her womb to quicken her body into a pregnancy. His forehead sat in place of his hand and he pressed feather-like kisses to her soft belly, in a few weeks there’d be a baby forming inside.
“Thank you Willow. A lifetime of solitude would be worth fighting in every dimension if you were the end goal every time…I hope as your husband to one day pay you back tenfold for all you’ve made me feel and see in our time together.”
“What if I feel everything you just said? Before you I would’ve never imagined a love so sincere and sweet, it just didn’t seem possible for a girl like me…and yet here I am a wife to be with you by my side. It’s safe to say I’m the real winner here.”
The newly engaged couple stepped into the shower together high off of each others presence. They cleaned each other and washed each others face with their matching skincare products. Dressed in cozy holiday clothing and thick socks Terry insisted on finishing the tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches that Willow had abandoned earlier.
Once the food was ready the two cuddled on the plush sofa sharing a bowl,dipping the buttery cheesy sandwiches into the savory and herby soup. They coordinated hand feeding each other scraping the bottom of the bowl quicker than they’d like to.
A cheesy hallmark movie played in the background meanwhile the two sat lip locked for a second time since exiting the shower. Throw cover thrown over them and their wooded paradise turning into a mini water oasis, pure content rolled over them as a new brewing need for each other captured them. As long as Willow had Terry and Terry had Willow, the fast paced and ever changing world around them would never penetrate the shell their love provided.
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A/N:Heyy guys (tucks hair behind ear)this is the end of my little beast in the woods fic. I really do hope yall enjoy and stick around a while if you’d like,for future updates with our favorite guy, I’m not done with him yet 🫦
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disneyprincemuke · 1 year ago
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long story short * fem!driver
the aftermath of best dress
(series masterlist) | (📂 a day in the life)
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the door swings open, revealing the girl in her pajamas, hair in a ponytail with her makeup completely wiped off. “seriously? you couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?”
“nope,” logan says, pushing past her to enter the hotel room. he slips his shoes off and immediately jumps into her bed where the phone is. “what do you think they’re serving? think they’ve got nachos?”
“no,” oscar shakes his head.
“why not?” logan frowns. “what kind of food will they have?”
“it’s 2 in the morning,” oscar rolls his eyes, “normal people don’t order room service for food at 2am.”
logan simply shakes his head before looking at the girl again. “you didn’t invite him up with you?”
“we’ve got a race,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes as she closes the door behind oscar. “and hey, i’m not like that on the first date!”
oscar shrugs, grinning at her. “we never assumed that. why are you so defensive?”
he kicks his shoes off and rips the duvet from her queen size bed, crawling under before he takes a pillow into his arms.
she stands back, absolutely shocked at her friends. even after being friends for almost a decade, their audacity never fails to throw her offguard.
“well, this is my room,” she mutters, pushing the boys’ legs to separate ends of the bed. “make some space.”
she crawls in the small spot between them, only for oscar to reach forward and push her back gently. “you sit at the foot of the bed. you’re doing the debrief,” oscar giggles, wrestling away her hands fighting him back.
“you wish!” she shrieks, reaching forward to flick his forehead.
she squeezes herself between the two, climbing under the duvet and resting her head on logan’s shoulder. logan adjusts slightly, trying to slowly read the menu in the dim environment of the room.
oscar just sits back, eyes closing. “i’m going to fall asleep if you don’t start talking.”
“he’s very sweet,” she beams, largest smile on her face that they’ve seen on her in a while. “a gentleman.”
“that’s good,” logan mutters.
“and very tall,” she sighs. “he’s almost too tall.”
“for you,” oscar corrects her.
“for me,” she agrees with a small nod.
“anything for you guys?” logan offers, holding the menu out to the other side. “i’m getting chicken wings.”
“chicken tenders.”
“just a coke for me,” she answers.
logan swiftly turns, reaching for the phone, dropping her head in the process. she frowns at the sudden movement, shuffling around to comfortable rest her head on oscar’s arm now.
“seeing him again?” oscar asks.
logan’s whispers consume the dimly lit room with her breathing steady and soft. oscar lifts his head, looking at the girl staring into the room blankly.
“no,” she says just barely above a whisper, shaking her head.
“i’m sorry, kid,” oscar sighs. he reaches over to pat her head and ruffles her hair. “how come?”
“i don’t have the time to be dating around right now,” she shrugs, pressing her lips together. “i’ve got more important things; i’m too busy.”
logan puts the phone down, lying back down with them. “did you at least have fun?”
“of course,” she grins. “it was a long distance relationship, anyway. i don’t have it in myself for that. i need me a wag who can follow me around.”
“that’s not a wag, that’s a personal assistant,” logan states, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“okay, then retire faster so i can hire you as my pa,” she jokes, smacking his thigh lightly. “can’t leave you without a job.”
“how considerate,” oscar mutters. “seriously, though. i’m sorry it didn’t work out. there’ll be better guys than jacob elordi.”
she nods as silence now engulfs them. oscar slides down the bed, resting his head on top of hers as he slowly drifts off the sleep. logan’s now on his phone, scrolling on instagram while she’s stuck underneath the australian’s heavy head.
the decision to reject jacob elordi’s prompt for a second date wasn’t easy, but it’s a much expected response. with her rookie career finally kicking off in formula 1, the added pressure of upkeeping a relationship is too much.
she feels a weight on her arm, logan taking it upon himself to rest his head on her.
“if harry styles were younger, i bet he’d date you,” logan mutters suddenly. “just like if i’d been born earlier, i’d definitely be megan fox’s boyfriend.”
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luvnoirs · 1 year ago
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caught
paring: paige x fem!reader synopsis: reader walks in on kk and paige during a tiktok live and accidentally exposes their relationship warning(s): none ! (sfw) word count: 742
a/n: shoutout to oomf for giving me this idea lmao
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"hey guys. where's p?" you question after you opened the front door to one of the team's shared apartment.
you had first stopped by your girlfriend's shared apartment which was next door, only to find out that she wasn't there. confused, you had sent her a text that had gone unanswered for ten minutes. so then you decided to go next door to see if her other teammates knew where the hell she was.
you were first met with amari as she held a jar of pickles, half of a pickle being chewed in her mouth while she held the remaining half in her hand. aubrey sat on the couch cheering on aaliyah as she wildly danced in front of the tv playing just dance 4.
amari was the only one who actually noticed your presence and she nodded towards the back of the apartment where the rooms were located since her mouth was still busy chewing on the salty pickle.
you thanked her as you made your way out of the common area and into the hallway. you could already hear loud chatter accompanied with the sound of music playing. you instantly knew one of the voices belonged to kk, so you decided to open it because paige was known to keep kk by her side most times.
your assumption was proven right once you finally opened the door and laid your eyes on kk and paige goofing off in front of an iphone camera. their backs were faced towards you while ice laid on the bed playing fortnite so she noticed you first. yet, her eyes widened a bit before they quickly cut towards kk and paige's direction. but before ice could say anything you had beat her to it.
"babe, seriously?"
kk paused her dancing while her and paige both turned around to the sound of my annoyed voice.
you watched confusedly as kk let out an 'oh shit!", scrambling to grab her phone and tap the screen quickly. before you could question it, paige was walking towards you with a surprised expression.
"y/n?" paige questioned. "i thought you said you couldn't come over tonight?"
you smacked your teeth and shook your head at her. "i texted you saying nevermind. then, i showed up to your dorm but you weren't there and when i texted you again you never responded. where is your phone?"
"it died so i had it on the charger while kk and i went live…" paige scratched her head, glancing back at kk who was now sitting on ice's bed biting the inside of her cheek.
"oh shit, you were live? i thought you were making one of those stupid tiktok videos-- ice! why didn't you tell me?" you whacked the side of her leg as she yelled out dramatically.
you and paige haven't exactly made your relationship public yet and you literally avoided the girl as if she was the plague whenever one of the girls went live. it was honestly all your decision for it to be this way because you didn't want the media to focus on who paige was dating rather than her actual talent and love for her community. you also knew how many fans she had and you could only imagine what they would say about you if they had found out that you were dating the paige bueckers.
"hey, i tried to warn them!" ice defended herself, still trying to concentrate on her game.
"they probably screen recorded the live, too" kk added, looking back and forth between you and unbothered paige.
you groaned as paige wrapped her arms around you, resting her cheek on top of your head. "nah it's fine… you weren't in the camera anyway so they can speculate all they want about it."
laughing, you hugged her back. she had practice earlier tonight so she smelled like fresh clean clothes and the lavender soap she uses. you inhaled and relaxed against her body. "your fans aren't dumb, paige…"
paige pulled back a bit to look at your face. "i don't care. i'm tired of hiding you-"
"um, not to be rude, but can y'all do this lovey-dovey shit somewhere else…" kk feigned disgust and held her stomach as if she was sick.
paige rolled her eyes and you let out another laugh. you said goodbye to her two teammates as your girlfriend grabbed you by the hand and walked you out of the room.
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ziggyzolch · 10 months ago
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Queen Bee-atch Ⅵ (Regina George x Reader)
Warnings: Mentions of eating disorders, nothing explicit. Also almost smut.
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“I have a callus on my middle finger, but you can’t really see it unless I do this,” Janis and Damien’s eyes widen as you stick out both middle fingers, completely unaware. Janis jumps forwards to put your hands down, glancing at the teacher passing behind you. “Fucking idiot.” Janis mutters while taking the pencil you borrowed from her back. Shrugging, you glance at Cady, who was entranced by herself in her pocket mirror, then back to Janis while slapping her shoulder.
“Dude!” Janis grabs your wrists and holds them together,
“I bet you 10 dollars she wouldn’t notice us staring at her,”
Letting go of your wrists, Janis turns to look at Cady, “She used to live in Arkansas, dude. She must have some self-preservation skills left.”
“Africa,” You correct, “So what, you pussying out?”
Janis rolls her eyes, sticking her hand out for you to shake.
With a timer set on your phone, you and Janis stared at Cady. “Any second now,” Janis mutters, before announcements distract you both. You and Damien cheer when Janis’s name is announced for her art competition, while Cady’s still applying lipstick. Damien rolls his eyes, turning to Cady, “Oh my God! What shade is that?” Cady finally looks up, and you stick out your hand to Janis as she hands you a 10. “Oh it’s an elf,”
You raise an eyebrow, “Just ‘elf’? Is your eyeshadow ‘Santa’?” Janis slaps the back of your head, “So, you coming to my show?” Looking back down at her mirror, Cady puts on a sad face, “I can’t, I have tickets in Madison with my Mom.” Janis raises her hand to your face before you could mutter ‘I told you so’.
“You seem real bummed about it.” Janis mutters, turning back towards the front of the class.
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“Why do you have that?” Regina had invited you over after school, insisting that it'd be easier for you to go to the event together. You pulled a Lebanese flag out of your backpack, “It’s for Janis!” You push past her into her room, “Are you okay, by the way? Cady was a total bitch.” She drags you to her bed, “It’s nothing, they’ll probably be humping my leg tomorrow.” She points at a pile of clothes, “That’s your outfit, I’ll be in the bathroom.” She had picked out a band t-shirt and short black skirt for you. You were honestly impressed at how well she knew you, and shocked that she even had these.
After you finished changing, you turned to find Regina standing at her bathroom door, looking at you with a smirk. Her face drops slightly when you wrap your arms around your stomach and turn back around. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She approaches you and places her hands on your hips. “Nothing, it’s stupid.” You push her hands off you, moving towards her closet to find shoes. Walking up to you, she places her hands on your shoulders before you shake them off. Regina sighs, she knew she couldn’t fix everything in one day, but being confronted by it directly was different. She sits on her bed, waiting for you to come out, before patting the spot next to her. You avoid eye contact while approaching her. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you speak up, “Do you only like me now because I lost weight?”
Regina’s eyes widen, “No! I’ve always liked you.”
You scoot away from her, “You didn’t give me the time of day when we were freshman. Even if you did like me then, you only started being nice after I lost weight.”
Regina sighs, “I didn’t want to like you. Not because of your weight or anything! Liking girls was just something I never expected from myself,”
You raise an eyebrow, “Says the girl who literally used boys just to make other girls jealous,”
She smacks your shoulder before continuing, “The only thing I could think to do was…be horrible. When I finally realized who you were this year, I felt horrible thinking that you lost weight because of me.” She takes a deep breath, “I figured that if I couldn’t reverse what I’d done, I could at least try to make up for it.”
You place a comforting hand on her shoulder, “Regina, you weren’t why I lost weight. You may have contributed a little, but I was sick. I am sick.” You offer a comforting smile to Regina, “It was my choice to turn to unhealthy coping mechanisms, not yours.” Regina was shocked. If she had been in your place she would’ve held a grudge till the day she died.
You turn away from her suddenly, “So all of this was out of pity, basically?” Regina sputters, attempting to deny it before you fall back in laughter. “Asshole!” You attempt to jump to the other side of your bed before she pulls you back, straddling you and holding both your wrists above your head with one hand.
You stop laughing, eyes going wide when her other hand starts trailing down your body. Heat started creeping up your neck, your gaze locked onto her hand. She’s getting so close to where you need her, her hand going beneath your skirt. You whine as when grazes the apex of your thighs, before she pulls away completely.
“We need to leave soon.” She smirks. “No! What was that!” You get up, following her to the bathroom. “Payback. Go do your makeup, pretty girl.” She taps your cheek then closes the door in your face.
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You and Regina pull up to the gallery in her pink convertible. She shook her head in disgust when you suggested getting a cab. Walking hand in hand, you enter, perking up when you spot Janis. “Hey! I’m so glad you made it- Regina?” Janis approached, looking at you for answers. You scratch the back of your head, “I should’ve told you she was coming, but more importantly, Regina has something to say!” Regina turns to you, wide eyed and shaking her head before you push her towards Janis.
Janis looks at Regina expectantly, growing irritated. “I’m sorry, Janis. I really did value our friendship and it was stupid of me to ruin it for a boy. Also sorry for making you out to seem like an arsonist, and that one time I told everyone about the time you-”
“Alright, alright. Jeez.” Janis laughs. You run up to them, bringing them both into a, probably, uncomfortable hug. Baby steps.
You find Damien already seated, having saved seats for you and Janis. Before you could protest Regina taking your place, she pulls you into her lap. Janis and Damien look at each  other with raised eyebrows, making a mental note to ask you about it later.
You and Damien stand up, pulling Regina with you and cheering as they announce that Janis won first place. You raise the Lebanese flag as high as you could while Janis walks back to the group. “Uh, why do you have that?” You look down at your flag then back up at her, “You’re Lebanese aren’t you?” Damien pats your shoulder, “Bless your soul, baby.”
“I am a lesbian, not Lebanese.” Janis starts laughing, Regina and Damien following after her.
You groan, “I spent ages looking for this flag! How did I not know this?”
“I came out in 6th grade. Remember?”
“Oh. I guess I misheard you.” You scratch your head, realizing you misinterpreted the whole story between Regina and Janis.
You turn to Regina when you see her pulling out a Kälteen bar. “Why are you eating those?” Regina sighs, “These are all I’ve been eating, I need to lose like 3 pounds.” You raise an eyebrow and ignore Janis and Damien's hand gestures, “What? My mother made me eat those to gain weight.” You slap your hands against your mouth when you realize why Janis and Damien were trying to stop you. Regina crushes the bar in her hand, “What.” She says with a mouthful before spitting it out and stomping away.
Janis slaps the back of your head, “I didn’t mean to!” She rolls her eyes before dragging you and Damien out of the gallery, her artwork in hand. You were adjusting yourself on Damien's lap on his motor scooter, figuring that Regina had gone home already, while Janis took her spot standing in the back. Taking out your phone while Damien starts driving, going through peoples stories. You squint your eyes at a story someone posted of a house party, “Hey, you recognize this house?” You point the phone towards Damien and Janis.
 Janis clenches her jaw.
“That’s Cady’s house.”
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A/N: The middle finger thing is actually something I did once, or twice i think. I'm spoiling you guys w these chapters smhh. jk thank you for reading!
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year ago
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Your Mark On Me, Part 6
Summary: you become his
Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, squirting, cockwarming, humiliation, edging, dry humping, pinching, mirrors, teasing, slapping, multiple orgasms, gun kink, squirting, tears, begging, choking, spanking, D/s dynamics, pain kink, forced marking, tattoos, fight, Steve Rogers, me (sorry guys. No I’m not), 18+ ONLY
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“Mmm,” Bucky moans from in between his now fiancé’s thighs.  Her eyes roam around the bedroom before looking over to his phone on the nightstand.  She is unable to fully enjoy Bucky feasting on her honey because she’s too in her head.  
Bucky pops his head up, watching his sweet neurotic love of his life be anywhere, but present.  Playfully he rolls his eyes before crawling up her body, and leans down to pepper kisses on her mouth, “Shy, what’s the matter, darling?” 
“I want to talk to Steve,” Bucky leans back, letting his eyes narrow while he tries to read her facial expressions. 
“Why?” Finally her vision settles on his handsome face, but she shrugs.  “No.  Until you tell me why, I won’t be giving you his number.  Why do you want to speak to him?” 
“I want him to let you come back home,” sighing, Bucky flips over on the bed, pulling her onto his chest.  His hands brush up and down her back while he presses his lips against her forehead.  “It’s not fair that you are going without sleep watching that girl.  Alpine misses you.”
“Alpine does, huh?  You’re bringing our daughter into this?” Bucky knows that when you blame Alpine for things like this, it’s also what you feel deep down as well. 
“What happens if we have a human daughter?  You’re still going to blindly listen to what Steve says?” Bucky starts to speak, but she covers his mouth with her hand.  “I’m just saying the job you’re doing is what someone else should be doing.  You are the second in command and he’s got you doing stupid shit.”
“Okay,” he whispers, kissing over her face, “But you have to be prepared for Steve not to listen,” she gives him a pitiful little pout, and all he wants to do is bite her kiss swollen lips.  He had been starving for her, and didn’t stop kissing her, except when she was asleep.  Her lips are still bruised.  “Shy, the reason he wants me to watch her is because he trusts me.”
“And he knows you won’t fuck her,” Bucky rolls his eyes, and she gives him a playful smack on his chest.  “I’m serious.  I know you’ve seen him fucking.  It’s his weird kink.  He doesn’t want you to touch, but he gets off on the humiliation of showing them off in front of his men, mostly you.”
“I’ve seen fuck many times.  I’m immune to his fuckery.  Fine.  Call him.”
“You are changing the subject.  You’ve seen her pussy, haven’t you?” There is no point in arguing with her, so Bucky just nods his head.  “Whose is prettier?” She asks, smirking and reaching for his phone.  Sitting up, she straddles his body, giving a little grind on his stomach.  “Tell me.”
“The cunt that is slippery on my stomach is the prettiest puss I have ever seen.  No puss feels better than yours when you got me in that gorilla grip, and nothing is sweeter.  Shy, darling, you know that the only cunt for me is…stop that,” he slaps her ass when she starts rolling her hips on him.  “I was making my declaration of love to that pretty pussy, and you’re trying to get me hard.  Call Steve.  Tell him what you need.”
“Not while you’re here,” she giggles.  Bucky moves his arms quickly, and pinches both of her nipples at the same time, “Bubba…”
“I want you to call Steve right now.  Use your strong voice that you use with me sometimes,” she takes a deep breath, pulling herself out from a lustful state, and giggles.  Attempting to push Bucky’s hands off her.  “No, I want to play with these,” he coos, rolling his fingers.
“Then stop pinching.  It kinda hurts.”
“Then why are you getting wetter?  Did you forget, I feel you?” Her hands soothingly rub up and down Bucky’s arms, loving the feel of his flesh and metal.  His hands flatten out, and he cups each breast in his hand, “Better?” 
“Give me your phone, Bubba,” Bucky cocks up an eyebrow, and she knows he’s not dropping his hands.  Instead she reaches over to grab his phone.  Unlocking immediately when her face comes into view to unlock the phone, she takes a deep breath.
“Shy, you’ve got this,” Shy had grown so much since the first time he met her.  She still kept to herself, and still didn’t like confrontation, but anything for Bucky.
“I know.  Be quiet, you.  I’m going to put this on speaker, so shush,” she waits patiently as the phone rings.  Using her free hand to cover Bucky’s eyes.  Lost in a sweet moment when she flinches.
“What do you want now?  I gave you your time off, enjoy your shy pussy,” his voice is so much harsher than Bucky.  Annoyed the moment he answers.
“Uhh…Steve?” 
“Is this the illusive girlfriend?” 
“Fiancé,” she informs him.  It did just happen, but she needs Steve to realize that Bucky was serious about their relationship.  
“Fucking hell.  He finally fucking did it.  He told me he was going to put a rock on you.  So he’s good to come back, and take care of business?  You got your ring, and he’s got his pussy locked down,” Bucky’s hands tense on her chest, and she gulps, trying to figure out what to say.  
“No…I — uhh…I don’t want Bucky to be gone for days at a time.  He should be allowed to come home every night, and…”
“Are you trying to tell me how to fucking command…”
“He’s not yours to command!” Her chest heaves as she blinks away her angry tears.  The hand covering Bucky’s eyes runs down his face to cup his cheek, and she uses her thumb to brush over his lips. 
“Steve, you’re using his loyalty against him.  Bucky has a home, and…maybe he could watch her during the day, and — a-a-and then she goes home with you,” Steve’s end of the phone goes silent, and Shy bites at her lip.  Her thumb is still caressing Bucky’s mouth before she slowly slips it past his pout.  He gives the appendage a little nibble, smiling up at her.  Bucky is so proud at how she’s handling the situation, even though he wants to throw Steve across the room.
“That’s not a bad idea.  I will need her to be with me soon anyways.  I won’t be able to keep my hands off her once my cock has finally…”
“Steve, I don’t need to hear how you’re going to take your girlfriend’s virginity.  I just need my fiancé to come home every night.  It’s what I need more than anything.  You know I need him, and…and he needs me, too.  We’re kinda co-dependent.”
“Huh,” he sits silent.  Kicking his feet up on his desk, while his hands run through his beard.  “I just need my little bird to be dependent on me.”
“Oh…well okay.  I hope she is then.  Uh…bye?” She receives her answer with a prompt ending of the call, and she looks up at Bucky.  “You’re coming home tonight.”
“Yep, and since I’m coming home, I’ll only take a shower with you.  We don’t have time for sex.”
“There’s always time for sex, Bubba.”
“Nope.  But when I come home, my sweet little Shy Violet, I’m going to make sweet love with you, and I’m going to put a baby right here in this belly,” his finger pokes her belly, and he holds on tight to her.  Lifting both of them off the bed.  “For now, we shower.  Tonight, I stuff you full!” 
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You walk down the steps of your school, pausing as everyone else pushes around you.  It was the weekend, and they were ready to get it started.  You stand there staring at Steve smirking from the backseat of the SUV.  His hand rubs up and down his thigh while he waits on you.
When you make no attempt to walk towards him, he lifts his hand, curling his finger to wiggle at you.  Somehow, like a good girl you respond.  Once you get close enough, he opens the door.  Instead of scooting over, he holds out a hand to you.  “Wouldn’t it be easier for me to walk around the car and get in my own seat?” 
“No,” he smiles, still holding his hand out to you.  “You’ve got a new seat right here in my lap.  Let’s go.”
You take a moment to look around campus, making sure no one is watching you before you crawl in.  His hand immediately runs up your thigh, and pushes apart your legs.  Flattening his hand, he palms your covered core.  Biting on your lip, you refuse to let out any sounds.
“Those sounds belong to me, too,” you shake your head no.  Still in this weird tug-o-war game with him.  He enjoyed your spitfire ways, even if they annoyed him.  “Yeah, they do, little bird.  This slick that you have gathering in this cunt belongs to me just as much as those whimpers.”
“What — what are we doing?  Going?” 
“I’m glad you asked,” he smiles, pushing aside your panties.  He stuffs three fingers into you, and you try to raise off his lap, but he pushes you back down.  Squirming around, you try to take a deep breath, attempting to adjust to his fingers, “Stop that.  I’m not going to finger you.  I just want to feel your walls flutter around me, while you keep them warm.  They’re cold,” he would be the one to find an excuse to have himself inside of you. 
“Where are we going,” you whisper, still refusing to give him any form of enjoyment.
“Bucky doesn’t want to watch you sleep anymore, so you’re going to my place.”
“The cabin?” His fingers curl into you, and he holds them right over your g spot, and you become annoyed with the lack of friction.  
“No.  My place.  Some nights I sleep upstairs in the club, but I don’t want them to hear you,” you gulp while you look at him.  Lip starting to tremble.  He had plans to make sounds scream out of you, “Are you ready to beg?” 
“No,” you answer with as much sincerity as you possibly can.  Gritting his teeth, his fingers start fucking into you.  Still curled, and still pounding over a spot that has stars that light up your vision.  “Steve, I said no!  Oh god!” 
It isn’t only squelching sounds, it is a waterfall as your cunt gushes out onto his lap.  Legs starting to tremble with your release.  You aren’t sure how he can make things happen so fast, but he always finds a way.  
“Steve!  Ahh,” both hands grab onto his arm, attempting to shove him out of you but he just goes harder.  Laughing when your pussy releases more arousal.  “Steve!  Steve!  Fuck!  Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” 
A gagging noise releases from your throat when his drenched hand circles around your throat.  “Steve, please…please, I didn’t mean to.  You were in me!” 
“You know very well what I fucking meant when I said I needed to be inside of you when you want to open that filthy fucking month.  Get on the goddamn floor,” your eyes look up to the front, and Sam rolls his eyes.  “Don’t look at him.  Get in the fucking floor, Dovey!” 
You scramble into the floor, and he rips open your shirt, pulling each tit above your bra.  Pinching on both nipples, he pulls you towards him.  “Take out my cock, and just hold it in your mouth.”
“What?” If you weren’t wet before, you are sopping wet now.  Could feel your slick sticking to your thighs as you twitch around.  His grip on your nipples is rough, and you want to yelp, but it would only make things worse.
“Did I stutter?  Take out my fat cock, and just hold it in your mouth.  If you suck on it, I will conduct a meeting with your legs spread wide, and my dick resting in your ass.  That way everyone gets to see your virgin cunt clench around nothing at all.  Do you understand?” It takes you too long to respond to him.  
His fingers grip your sensitive buds harder, pulling your face right over the hardening bulge in his pants, “Do you fucking understand, Dove?” 
“Yes, sir.  Yes, I understand,” tears cloud your vision as you unzip his pants.  Whimpering when your fingers come into contact with his heated and heavy cock.  
“Do not suck, Dovey,” he gives your nose a tap with his finger, letting you open your mouth wide, and you take as much of him as you can.  Kneeling on the floor, and waiting to get to your destination.
“Steve, you don’t think you’re being too mean to her?” Sam looks in the mirror with concern.  Everyone worried about your wellbeing more than Steve. 
“No,” he chuckles.  Adjusting his position, and pushing himself deeper into your.  “Make sure you breathe through your nose, little bird.  Sam, you know as well as I do I could be a hell of a lot meaner.  How do you like keeping my cock warm, Dovey?” You glare up at him, and he gives a quick swat to your cheek.
You didn’t mind giving him head but this just sitting here with his throbbing cock in your mouth is torture.  “If you’re gonna look up at him with your mouth so pretty and stuffed so full your cheeks hurt, at least look like you’re enjoying it.”
“You’ve got her stuffed in the floor of the car, and drooling in your lap, not to mention, you made sure her cunt made a fucking mess in my car — again.”
“That is my cunt, and it was beautiful.  I love that she’s extra sloppy.  Could you imagine pumping up that pussy until it’s good and swollen, and then pounding the shit out of her?  My god, she would just be a soaking fucking mess.  We’ll try that one day, Dovey.”
Humiliating.  And still your leak arousal.  This shouldn’t turn you on being treated like an object for his pleasure, but it did.  “Maybe you should take her out on a date,” Sam’s deep brown eyes look into the back, and Steve is actually smiling down at you.  “She might beg.”
The moan you release has Steve’s head tilting back.  He tries not to fully let go, but that felt fantastic.  “Is that what you want, little bird?  You want a date?  Moan twice for yes,” such an asshole.  He could have said once, but no.  He wants to make sure he gets as much pleasure from this as possible.
Still glaring up at him, you moan.  Wiggling a bit, trying to make yourself comfortable before moaning again.  “Well, we’re laying low right now,” your moan is more of a growl.  Dribble drifts down onto his lap, and you give him a little pout.  Both arms wrap around his leg, and you cling to him.  He seems to like you needy.  And what you need is relief, or for him to taste you.
“We’re not fucking going out, and that’s final.  Sam, make sure that Loki is at the house before you leave,” who the fuck was that?  Loki?  And why is Steve asking if you want a date, and then refusing?  Prick.
“Suck!” His hands plant themselves on the back of your head, and he forces you to take every bit of him.  Crying from lack of oxygen, and gagging with his cock shoved down your throat.  You couldn’t suck if you wanted to.  Steve just wants to push your limits.
Your nose presses up against his skin, and the feeling of your drool and tears just makes him hold you more.  “Yeah, Dovey, that’s a good fucking girl.  Can take every bit of my cook.”
“Steve.”
“Mmm, my god, that cunt is going to feel amazing,” your vision starts to blur, and you try to push yourself off him, but he clings tighter.
“Steve.”
“You can take every bit of me, sweet little bird.  I’ll reward you later,” terrified, you smack at the seats.  If screaming was an option, you’d be doing that.  Clawing at his legs, slapping him, just anything to get his attention.
“Steve!” Sam slams on the breaks, and turns around to glare at him.  “She can’t fucking breathe!” 
His heavy load spurts down your throat, before he lets you go, and you gasp for air through his sticky cream.  Your lungs burn almost as much as your throat, and you look up at him terrified.  “I wasn’t gonna kill you, sweet Dove.  You won’t die a virgin.  I want you on your knees, so I can stare at your cunt.”
“Why?” You tremble, wiping off the mess on your face.  Smeared saliva and cum spreads around your soft skin, and Steve wants nothing more than to paint your entire face with his seed.
“Because, I need to see how wet you are,” your head only shakes back and forth once, but it’s enough to annoy him.  “Get on your damn knees before I shove my fist in your cunt.”
Without readjusting your clothes, you get onto the seat on all fours.  Laying your head down as Steve lifts up your skirt.  “You're such a slut for me, Dovey.  Your legs are just as soaked as your pussy.  What is it that you want?” 
“I want you,” you whisper.  Biting on your thumb nail when you look at him. 
“Why?  I am your worst nightmare, am I not?” 
“Uh huh.  But…” your look towards Sam; he has his eyes back on the road.  Ignoring everything that is going on just inches behind him.  “I like being scared.”
“And that’s why you piss me off?” He spreads slick to your puckered hole before spitting down to your hole that has never seen any action.  “You piss me off because you enjoy being scared?” 
“What are you doing?” He is just staring at your muscled hole.  He is ready to devour you.  Sink into your truly virginal hole, and feel you clench around him in a different way.
“Making sure you’re scared.  Answer my question,” his thumb slips into your soaked channel before his finger teases around your asshole.  “Am I scaring you, Dovey?” 
“Yes, sir.”
“You know I will own all your holes right?” You squeak when his finger breaks the barrier of your tight channel.  Pushing yourself even more into him as his thumb and finger fuck into two holes.  “I will own you.  I will destroy you, and I’m getting fucking tired of your games.  Do you piss me off because you get off on the fear of what I’m going to do to you?” 
“Yes.  Yes, sir,” you sob.  Your body starts to rock into him while he just sits there.  Smirking at how much you are enjoying both holes being played with.  Taking his entire fingers and desiring more.  
“You like this?  You want a second finger in your ass?” 
“Uhh,” you hesitate, but Steve didn’t care.  A second finger breaches your walls, and you scream out his name.  There is a feeling of fullness that makes you want more.  You have no doubt that Steve is going to push you to your limits, but you wanted him to.  Wanted someone to make the decisions for you for a change.  
“You close, baby.  You right there?  I feel your pussy fluttering around me.”
“Yes!  Yes!”  It feels so good that it is blinding.  Euphoria starts to quickly drift through your body, and you know that your peak is just on the precipice.  Breathing unsteady, and desperate for more of Steve.  
“Good,” he growls, removing his fingers, denying you that sweet release.  “We’re here.”
“Uhh!” You slap on the seat of the car, and Steve smacks your ass.  “I didn’t get to come.”
“Oh, I know.  Go ahead, and run inside.  Wash your face off.  Get in the shower.  I’ve got a pretty little present for you to slip on.  Quit your fucking pouting.  You already came once.  You don’t need another.”
“Yes, I do!” Another swat to your ass, and you sit up, glaring at him.  Steve could be unusually cruel at times.  But refusing you to come is the worst.
“Once was plenty.  You need to learn to not be so fucking greedy.  Now, go wash up.  Your face is a fucking wreck.  And when you look in the mirror, you just remember that I was the one that made you that way.  Get out of the fucking car.  I’ll see you inside in a minute,” you puff out irritated, and crawl out of the car.  Like the cabin, it didn’t have neighbors.  But this time you aren’t scared.  You’re pissed.  
If Steve wanted you to beg, you wouldn’t.  Not now.  Now you want him to suffer.  You want him to want you just as much as you wanted him.  It was beyond desperation.  It is an obsession of needing him inside of you.
“Steve, this is a bad idea,” Sam warns his friend as Steve starts to get out.  Sam knew how Steve was.  But this is very different.  He was even scaring him, and Sam isn’t sure what Steve’s endgame is.  Was this his way of showing any true feelings? 
“It’s perfect.  If she wants to belong to me, it’s time for her to prove it,” there was no changing of Steve’s mind.  Tonight would be the night, and he’ll deal with the consequences of his actions later. 
“And this could be something that makes her retreat into herself.  You’re doing too much.”
“Go home to your wife and kids, Sam.  Dove will be fine.  She’ll love it.  And everyone will know exactly who she belongs to.  They will know whose cock stretches her open every fucking day.  It will happen.  And no one can stop it.”
Sam looks at Steve through the rear view mirror.  Nothing could change his mind when he was like this.  He just hoped that Steve wouldn’t later regret it.  “Does Bucky know?” 
“Bucky wants to go home to his fiancé every night.  What I do isn’t Bucky’s business unless he’s here.  He’s not here to stop me.  Dove is mine.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a girl to ruin,” you are his, and no one could stop him.  It was what had to be done.  And it will be done. 
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You look at yourself in the mirror, trying to cover yourself up.  He had to be joking.  Steve is a menace, and he proved it daily, and this isn’t any difference.  You can hear the tv on, and even smell food being cooked, but you didn’t want to walk out of this bedroom.  Steve did remove your reason to think.  He did decide everything for you.  Down to this ridiculous outfit.  But sometimes you did want to, and this is one of those times.  Especially since you knew he was going to be fully covered. 
“Dovey!” He shouts from another part of the house, and you open the bedroom door, wrapping your arms around your chest.  “Dinner is ready, come on.”
“What is this?” Walking out into the house, you realize that you are alone with Steve.  No guards.  Just you and him.  “What do you have me wearing?” He turns to look at you.  His hungry eyes looking you up and down as he walks closer.  Spreading your arms out wide, he spins you around.  “Steve.”
“Oh, stop whining.  You think I haven’t seen your tits before,” just to drive home his point his hand smooths over the sheer lace that makes up your top.  Making your nipples pebble up with stimulation.  You are ‘covered’ but only in material.  The lace reveals every bit of your top.  The shorts at least are solid around your core.  
“You look beautiful,” he whispers behind your ear, and your arms relax, leaning more into him, his musky scent wafts up to your nose, and your body sets on fire.  Becoming more comfortable with his tiny little praise.  “And I like looking at what is mine,” ruined.  “Don’t cover yourself up.  Let’s eat.”
“Did you cook?” It seems like a silly question when you realize that there is no one else here.  It’s obvious that he cooked.  And even cleaned the kitchen up along the way.  The table is even set, but it’s for one.  His house is impeccably clean, and it’s something you should have expected with how particular he is.  
“Yeah, surprise, I don’t just sell drugs.  My tongue also can do more than lick your cunt,” giving you a wink, he grabs your hand, pulling you towards the table. 
“Where are you sitting?” 
“At the table, in a chair,” he looks at you with confusion painting his eyes.
“What about me?” 
A devilish smirk spreads across his face as he leads you into the dining area.  Sitting in his chair before rubbing his hand on his thigh.  “I’m a seat now, Dovey.  Come on, darling, let's get you fed, and we’ll watch a movie before bed.”
“We’re just…just going to sleep?  And I’m wearing this?” Why would he have you on display like this just to eat and get in the bed?  He wanted to make sure you gave him very little to his imagination.  He could see everything.  Keeping it cold in here, so your nipples are hard and poking through your top.  
“Well, what did you have in mind?” Steve guides you to sit in his lap, and he picks up a forkful of food, holding it up for you to take a bite.  “If you want something, little bird, you have to ask.”
“I thought — why am I wearing this?” 
“I like the view,” he’s being a bit too coy, and definitely too innocent at this moment.  There is more to his game, and you couldn’t figure it out.  Except for that question, are you ready to beg.  
“What if I want,” biting at your lip, you turn to look at him.  Running your hand up his chest before giving him a sweet peck on his lips.  “What if I want you?” 
“You have me.  Here I am,” he’s annoying, and knows exactly what you mean, but still he teases.  “And you need to eat, and drink plenty of water.”
“I’m ready to beg.”
“And yet, still you’re not.  Eat, Dovey.  This isn’t a discussion.  It’s what you will do, and then you’re going to let your stomach settle, while you continue to hydrate, and then maybe I’ll see if you’ll actually beg.  And you don’t have to say you’re ready to beg.  There’s other ways to ask that you want my fat cock in your sweet little pussy,” he takes a bite of food himself, grinning as he watches you try and figure out what to say.
“But you won’t let me say the F word.”
“Mmm, making love?  Having sex?  Taking your virginity?  Not everything has to be filthy fucking.  One day you’ll understand,” like Steve would ever do anything but fuck you like a filthy whore.  “Eat,” he gives you a smile, and his hand that’s behind you, slowly caresses your back.  
You shudder at how soft and tender it is.  Gulping as you take another bite from his fork.  He could be tender.  Loving almost.  Slick floods to your core with every soft touch that Steve gives you.  Tonight would be the night that you beg and give yourself completely to Steve Rogers. 
If this man can show this amount of softness, while still telling you what to do, he could have you.  Every part of you.  You would let him destroy and own you.
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Steve looks down at you, snuggling up to his chest, and your hand rubs along the lowest part of his stomach.  It feels somewhat normal, although foreign.  As much as he tried to break you, there is still this soft innocence to you.  You reveled in his debauchery, and still craved this sickeningly sweet moment of watching a movie, and touching him.  Cuddling up against him.  
You are so relaxed, a leg was thrown over his lap.  You laugh at the appropriate times.  And fuck, when you look up at him seeing if he was paying attention, it drove him mad.  It isn’t sexual, but it’s intimate.  It’s something Steve has never felt.  Never had in possession, and you are giving it to him freely.
Sure, he’s fucked more women than he can count, but they were all disposable.  They never got past the sex before he was shoving them out of his bed.  You were showing him who he was before, and what he craved the most.  Refusing for far too long to try and get it because it made him soft.  
He stiffens underneath you, realizing that you were making him soft.  He didn’t mind keeping you with him, but this wasn’t sexual.  This seems normal.  Healthy.  And since when was Steve healthy or normal?  When did he allow himself to have this?  It was when he realized he didn’t want you hurt.
Working for your innocence made him want you that much more.  You wanted it, and feared it.  You need him and hate him.  You want to learn more, but not too fast.  You trusted him, and still had that tiny sliver of hesitance.  
You wiggle in closer to him, and he glances down, to see he’s petting you.  His hand literally moves up and down your back in comfort.  Keeping you warm, and you are wanting more.  This isn’t who he is.  He isn’t the boyfriend.  He’s the owner.  And yet you are controlling him just by being you.  He didn’t hate it.  But he fears it.  Fears your power over him.  
“Dovey?” 
“Mmm?” You sit up excitedly.  Your eyes are half lidded, and he can see the desire and lust in the deep pools of your pupils.  No wonder your hand slipped under his pants earlier.  You have the sweetest way of initiating sex. 
“What is it Steve?” Curiosity and nervousness laces your voice.  “Steve?  Sir?” Little minx, trying to entice him even more with that pet name.  Trying to switch into subspace.  If you wanted him, you had to prove it.  He cracks his neck, ready to get the long night started.  
“I want to try something with you, okay?” 
“Okay,” he pulls you onto his lap fully.  Your legs straddle him, and he forces you to grind on him.  Backwards and forwards, moaning with the feel of his throbbing bulge under you.  “Stevie?” He growls, gripping tighter to your ass.  Giving your jaw a little nip.  “I don’t like calling you sir.”
“Stevie is not very threatening.”
“So it’s just for me to fear you?” 
“Do you not?” He tilts his head to the side, searching your eyes.  His grip loosening, and your body is fully grinding on top of him.  You have settled your core closer to him, and he feels every bit of your warmth.  Cursing himself for not just making you walk around naked.  “Dovey, do I scare you?” 
“Sometimes,” you answer in earnest.  “I don’t know what parts of you scare me anymore.”
“Explain, and don’t stop doing what you’re doing,” there is something different about Steve right now.  You aren’t sure if he’s playing a game, or if he’s being sincere.  Maybe while his cock is being stimulated, you get to see the real him.
“I’m scared of you hurting me.”
“Physically or…?” 
“Physically, I enjoy it,” you shouldn’t.  It’s wrong, but you can’t help how the terror he gives you turns you on.  Makes you crave him more.  “You’re gonna leave me once I give you that part of me.”
“No.  I told you, Dovey, I want to own you.  Knowing that I am the only man that has ever corrupted you.”
“But that’s just my pussy.  What about my heart?”
This is not where he wanted this conversation to go.  He didn’t want to think about your emotions right now.  He couldn’t.  Not yet.  Maybe not ever.  “You’re…what we have isn’t love, little bird.”
“But…it could be?” Steve responds with a shrug.  Things are getting too deep.  It was nearly time, and he couldn’t have things go in this order.  “I guess that’s good enough.”
“I promise no harm will come to you.  And I can promise that I will satisfy you in ways you’ve only ever dreamed of, but if you need me to be your Prince Charming, I’m sorry to disappoint you.  I’m no knight in shining armor.  I’m a drug lord with a short temper.”
“But you want me?” 
“No, darling,” he settles back into the couch, his hands go up your shirt, and he fondles your breasts.  Deep laboring breaths while he stares up at you, “I need you.  Not having you isn’t an option.  Call me, Captain.”
“Captain,” you whimper, circling your hips so hard over him.  He moans.  Squeaking out your name, and heat bursts onto your core.  “Steve?” 
“Don’t stop calling me Captain, until I’m finished with you.  Yes, your filthy little show made me come in my pants.  I won’t be fucking you right now,” your lip trembles as he stands up.  Holding onto you when he walks you into an almost empty room.  A massage table set up with some form of contraption you didn’t recognize, and in the middle of the floor lays a long mirror.  
He stands you up on the floor, and tugs at your shorts.  Holding your hand for you to step out of them before removing your shirt.  “Down on your knees, and straddle the mirror,” you stare at him for a moment, but when he snaps his fingers you do as he says.
“I need you to understand your body, Dovey.  I’m going to have some fun with your cunt, and you’re going to watch it.  Stop whining.  You see that tight little hole in between your legs has got me in a chokehold.  I can’t think properly when I’m around you, and you’re not begging,” he gets down to his knees, and his hand goes in between your legs.  Spreading out your lips so you can see the innocence that he wants to own.
“Don’t take your eyes off your cunt, okay?” 
“It’s yours, Captain,” Steve moans as his hand flows down to your entrance, smiling at your reflection before he pushes in three fingers.  You may sniffle, but you keep looking.  Watching the way he stretches you out.  How simple motions make your arousal drip down onto your reflection.
“You were made for me, Dovey,” he moans, his motions going faster.  “You’re so reactive for me.  You want me?” 
“I need you,” you mewl, and he drives in harder.  Deeper.  Curling his fingers to hit that magical spot.  Pressure tightens up in your core, and you can’t hold on any longer.  Your pussy gushes out below you.  “I need you, Captain!  Captain!” No amount of screaming was making him fuck you.  Only his hand.  Forever his hand.  
“I need more!” Steve pounds harder, and your body heats up.  Sweat beads around your face, and you start dipping lower.  Legs going weak.  “I need more, Captain!” 
Reaching into his pocket, you start crawling away.  “No!  Steve, don’t!”
“Shh, Dovey, you wanted more,” Steve hums, holding tight to your leg.  Pulling out his gun, he runs the cold metal around your backside.  “Stay very still.”
“Is it loaded?” 
“Do you think I’d have an unloaded gun in my pocket?” You hold yourself still as he drags the piece through your folds.  “Tonight, you’re going to prove just how fucking loyal you are to me,” you would prove it.  You would make him proud.  “And if you didn’t like it why are you so wet?” He grunts, the tip rubbing your clit.  He pulls the pistol away from you, and your sticky honey creates strings of slick to the tool.
Slowly he eases the gun back to your center, pulling it back to your entrance.  “Count to three.”
“One,” Steve bites his lip, watching your reflection.  You are terrified, and still submitting to his sick fantasy.  Willing to do whatever he wanted to prove you are worthy to be his girl.  
“Two,” without warning he pushes the gun inside you, and you let out the most surreal moan.  Your velvety walls stretch around the piece, and you cry out at the intrusion. “Aww, look at you.  You can see where it is inside of you.  You see it?” 
You couldn’t miss the bulging line up your belly.  Why did this feel good?  Why did you want him to go harder?  “I’m gonna be deeper,” his hand traces the bulge, going up further before pressing up against your belly, “I’m gonna be right here.  Rearranging your fucking insides.”
“Captain!  I need you!  I’m begging!  Please, please!  I wanna feel you!” Steve fully settles himself behind you.  Keeping a hand on his gun, but positions his crotch right at the handle.  “Captain!” 
“Fuck yourself.  Pretend it’s me.  How are you going to handle me, Dovey?” You start rocking yourself back onto him.  Taking the gun even deeper, “Keep watching.  Don’t stop.”
Pushing yourself back into him, you can almost envision that you are taking him.  Having him.  All of him.  But he’s going to be deeper.  Settled so deep into you that you feel pressure in your belly.  “Good fucking girl.  There ya go.  You like that?  You like fucking my gun?” 
“Yeah.  Yes,” you start panting out.  “I need you.”
“You have me.”
“All of you.  All!” You push back harder, smiling when you spill even more onto the mirror.  Each movement makes Steve more feral and needy for you.  “All of!” It shouldn’t feel this good.  You had taken all of his gun, but it still wasn’t deep enough.  Even though your toes are curling, and you feel the ultimate high of release, you wanted him.
“All of you!  Captain!  Captain!” 
“Fuck yeah,” he moans, watching your cream coat his gun.  “Tell me, you’ll do anything for me.”
“Anything, I just want you!” Dropping his gun on the mirror, he stands up.  Picking you up off the floor, he walks over to the bed.  You had hoped you’d be in Steve’s giant bed for the first time, but maybe he didn’t want the mess.  
Laying you down, he crawls over your body.  Locking your arms down by your side with his thighs.  Straddling you in a way to trap you.  “Dovey, this is going to hurt.”
“What are you doing?” His hand turns your head to the side, and he kisses a spot between your neck and collarbone.  His tongue paints circles over the sensitive area, and you allow him to hold you even tighter.
“If you hold still, it’ll go faster.  Loki!  She’s ready.”
“Steve?” A tall man walks into the room, and flips on the machine.  Sitting on a stool, he scoots closer.  “Steve!” 
“You got her?  The tattoo will be raised if I go too deep,” what?  Tattoo?  Steve holds tighter to your head, cooing down at you.  “Well, ain’t that sweet?  Buttering her up before you make her wear your mark permanently.”
“Don’t!  Please, Steve, don’t!” Even though you kick your legs, your upper body doesn’t move.  Not with Steve’s weight keeping you in place.  Tiring yourself out, but you didn’t know what else to do, but to fight.  “Please!” 
“You said anything, Dovey.  Go on.  I’ve got her.  It’s happening whether you like it or not.  Hold fucking still, Dovey.  Prove you’re mine, and I will give you the fucking world.  Loki!” The hum of the tattoo gun starts, and you scream out when the needle pierces your skin.  Marking you up for all to see.  Claiming you as Steve’s once and for all.  You didn’t mean this.  He was going to get to walk away, but you were forever going to be seen as his property.
Screaming, crying, grunting.  Nothing could have ever prepared you for this pain, and the physical pain didn’t feel as bad as the deep betrayal you feel.  The fear is no longer sexy like before.  It is you completely giving yourself up to him.  Like you were never going to see another light of day without his permission.  
Your screams turn into sobs of agony as Loki shades in your tattoo.  You didn’t ask for this.  Didn’t ask for him.  He forced his way into your life, and all you wanted was to stay awake to study.  “You’re almost finished, darling.”
You didn’t care.  No soothing words could ever make up for this.  “There, there,” he sighs, watching Loki clean you up, and cover the tattoo.  He leans down to kiss up your tear stained cheeks.
“Let me go,” you say calmly.  “I don’t want to look at you.”
“Dovey, this is what you agreed to.”
“You didn’t give me a choice!  Ever.  I can’t look at you, Steve.  Let me go.  Let.  Me.  Go.  Let me go!  Let me go!” 
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, but you start flailing around.  “You belong to me.  Go in the bedroom, and pitch your fit.  You’ll understand once the adrenaline has worn off.”
“I am naked, and tired, and I’m in pain!  And you think I’m pitching a fit?  Let me go, please!” All it takes is that word, and Steve crawls off you.  Standing in front of Loki while you dash to the bedroom.  Slamming the door shut, and locking it.  You spot his phone, and run to it.  He would have his number.  And he would pay.
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Bucky bursts through the door of Steve’s house, and marches right to Steve who is sitting in a sofa chair, watching your door.  Lifting him up by the collar, he throws him up against a wall, and Steve chuckles.  “You fucking marked her?” 
“She’s mine.  Now everyone knows.”
“You put a permanent mark on her skin, and you fucked her with a gun?  What the hell is wrong with you Steve?  That girl is willing to give everything to you, no questions asked, and…”
“She did!  She told me anything, so it was my right to show her and everyone else who she fucking belongs to.  She is mine, and I can do whatever the hell I please with her.  Look at it,” he flicks his head towards a table, but Bucky doesn’t take his eyes off him.
“Her cum is dried on my gun.  She came on my gun.  She loved it, and watched every disgusting second of it.”
“You used her in a vulnerable state!  You…”
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do with her.  She is mine!” Steve doesn’t have to try and fight back.  He lets Bucky think he has this moment.  For now.  
“Yeah?  And where is she, Steven?” Bucky flattens his forewarn against Steve’s neck, laughing.  “You have her, and she’s so terrified of you that she locked you out.  Used your phone to call me.  You sick fucking bastard!  She was right there, willing to give you everything.  She lets you use her and lets others watch you do it.  But this is too fucking far.  I can’t…”
“Then quit,” Bucky’s weight shifts slightly, and Steve pushes him off.  “No one wants you here.  All you care about is your basket case,” Steve’s head slings to the side, and he rubs his cheek where Bucky backhanded him.  The metallic taste of his blood fills his mouth, and he grits his teeth as he turns back to look at Bucky.
“Don’t talk about my fiancé like that!”
“I no longer want you watching Dove.  I’ll have Loki assigned to her, or she’ll be with me.  Your services are no longer needed.  Whatever is left at the club belongs to me.  You wanted your life with your neurotic freak show, have at it.  Don’t come near me or mine ever again.”
“You’re gonna regret this, Steve.  You just remember who was loyal to you.  And you know what?  Fuck you,” spinning on his heels, Bucky stomps back outside, flipping Steve’s house off for good measure before he goes home.  Where he belongs.
Steve wipes at his mouth before turning towards the door, giving your current room a knock, “Dovey?” 
“Go away, Steve.”
“You can’t stay mad at me forever.  You eventually have to eat.”
“I’d rather starve than to see you again,” you hug your legs up against your chest, letting your tears paint the pillows with smeared mascara.  It was the first time Steve would ever put this amount of fear on you.  He would never get the chance ever again.
“Fine.  Die a fucking virgin.  You’ll come out though.  And I’ll be waiting.”
You didn’t care.  He could wait forever.  Let his empire crumble.  You would never look at Steve Rogers ever again.  You’d never forgive him.  Never ever. 
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Day 23 : anal
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With Shota Aizawa
Y/N was a very well respected hero and teacher. She was very well known and everybody in the building loved her , but she had her eyes out on someone else , the sleep deprived teacher with eyes bags and messy hair always had her soaking wet.
She couldn't help herself around him , having to excuse herself to the bathroom for a quick orgasm with her mini vibrator. Everybody thought she was so innocent but little did she know the teacher and fellow coworker she was masturbating too knew her secret. Aizawa was a very good hero and teacher and that means he notices everything , the sweat on her neck , her squeezing her thighs together when talking to him and the fidgeting gave it all away.
Today Aizawa was in a very pissy mood , so much paperwork , very troubled students and no coffee. He thought his mood couldn't get any worse until you walked in , halfway buttoned up shirt showing all your cleavage just trying to get him hit and bothered , nice tight fitted pencil skirt showing off the hump god blessed you with . He groans as his dick hardens. 'Hi Shota! , hope I'm not interrupting?' you ask , and Aizawa and he wanted to scoff at your innocent act.
'Nah nothing but paperwork...can you come here? ' he asked . He peeped how your legs were shaking and how sweaty your face was , you looked shocked but walked over to him . He stares at you again more closely this time and you get goosebumps feeling his eyes on you.
'Do you wanna fuck me Y/N?' he asks and you gasp at the blunt question and you try stuttering out a sentence 'Why would ? I - you - what even made you think that?' you finally push out and he raises a brow. 'Maybe I'm getting mixed signals or your not using your vibrator while talking to me ' he asks and your eyes widen , you were caught in the act , he waves his hand telling you to come closer and you slowly inch your way towards him , when you get in his range he pulls you in by the waist causing you to fall into his lap.
He can feel the vibrations on his lap and smirks . He lifts your pencil skirt up and looks at your drenched panties 'Let me see the remote ' he asks and you fumbled and hand him your phone controlled remote . You had it on the lowest setting and he slowly cranks it to the highest earning a shocked moan . Your legs clench together but he puts them apart again he watches as your panties get more wet and starts to press firm circles on your clit . 'O-Oh my godd! You squeak out frantically slapping at his forearm.
He flips you over with the vibrator still inside and pulls down your panties watching a string of arousal connect the two . He rubs his hand from your pussy to your ass , rubbing his thumb around your rim . 'Have you ever been fucked here' he asks and you shake your head ' I have played with it though ' you say looking back at him with doe eyes .
He spits on your hole and rubs it around the time before pushing a finger in , you moan loudly and he smacks your ass to sush you . Once you're properly stretch you hear him unbuckling his belt . You feel his thick tip line up with your hole before he bullies his way inside bottoming out and you groan. This was a different feeling of full , you thought you could feel him rearranging your stomach. You groans as he brushes against your g spot.
He spreads your ass more with his hands before pounding into you keeping your vibrator in your sticky cunt at full speed too . You babble nonsense feeling so cock drunk and he suckles hickeys onto your neck 'Fuckk your so deep!' you groan putting a hand over your stomach .
'You're such a cock hungry whore , playing with yourself while thinking of a coworker and now getting used like a cum dump by him' he says before smacking your ass and you yelp. Your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure and you feel him hitting every little spot you weren't even aware about . You pussy clenches around the vibrator as you feel yourself reaching your high you whine as he starts to play with you swollen clit before squirting out your cum. You cry out in overstimulation as the vibrator continues at high speed and his thrust in your ass doesn't slow . Tears dropped from your eyes as you hiccup and moan gripping at the desk . His thrust becomes more sloppy and he pulls out before cumming on your ass , he turns the vibrator off and you sigh in relief.
'What is it you came in here for?'
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