#THIS is how u break stereotypes

[hopeisgrey]

women who demand emotional and financial contributions

women who do not shy away from their sexual desires

women who are ambitious and go getters

women who take no shit

women who practice polygamy

women who write and read smut

yes. everyone say thank you No Gain No Love

[volfoss]

downloaded a nonfiction book that seemed promising and then got hit with like absolutely awful section out of nowhere <- my lesson to not always trust the recs on the historians reddit.... it hurts sometimes

[stillsmine]

closed    for    @sclfcare    .

“    boo    ,    you’re    no    fun    !    friends    literally    make    out    all    the    time    ,    no    biggie    !    and    anyway    ,    it’s    just    for    the    cameras    …    then    we’ll    stop    .    i    can    like    ,    spit    promise    if    you    want    me    to    or    something    .    ”

[poems-of-a-lover]

im gonna go lay on the ground somewhere and close my eyes and just pretend im not real for a bit i think

[esote-rika]

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 | 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!BAU!Reader Category: Smut 18+ MDNI Summary: You have several (stereotypical) assumptions about your nerdy coworker; he proves how wrong you are about them. Content: 3.2k, early season dom!Spencer Reid, bratty reader, reader has hair that can be put in a ponytail, brat taming, BDSM dynamics, sensation play (feather tickler hehe), reader is ticklish, spanking, making out, thigh riding, coworkers hooking up (are we even fucking surprised), hopefully still soft and sweet and hot. a/n: Listen I know I keep saying I’m taking a break but unfortunately I’m ovulating HARD; this is the last one for May, but there will be a part 2, I’m already planning it. I wrote this completely piss drunk (my friends can probably share screenshots as proof oops) and then sobered up enough to edit (might have missed some stuff). Based on a request that Tumblr ate 😭 but basically, BAU reader teases Spencer about sex only to find out he's a kinky BDSM dom. Hope u enjoy!

“What would you know about BDSM?” The question, spoken with a carefree laugh and just a hint of condescension, is directed at your coworker, who is currently stirring copious amounts of sugar into his coffee beside you. 

Dressed in a tweed blazer that overwhelms his slight frame, Spencer Reid only tilts his head to the side, honey eyes keen and flashing with something you can’t quite place. You lean against the counter in the pantry, intrigued by his response. You’d expected a blush, chin tipping down, hair falling over his pretty eyes, lips uttering bashful, stuttering words. 

Not… this. Regarding you with a frank, unblinking calm that has you shifting in place.

“Oh, right,” you roll your eyes teasingly, unwilling to let him see how easily his nonplussed reaction has fractured your easygoing facade, “You’ve read about it extensively, haven’t you? What do psychology textbooks have to say about whips and blindfolds, Dr. Reid?”

“Quite a lot,” he replies with a serenity that unnerves, “Some attribute it to the feeling of being safely back inside the womb.”

You scoff, “Right, because thinking of your mother during bondage is so sexy.”

“But,” he presses on, narrowing his eyes at you, patient but warning, “There’s often explanations that go hand in hand with biology. Deprivation of one sense tends to heighten the other. Physical restriction offers the same feeling, which then leads to altered states of pleasure. In a more emotional sense, surrendering your power to a partner communicates the highest level of trust, offering a deeper sense of intimacy for some people.”

So he does know a lot about it. Still, you don’t drop your teasing grin as you reply, “God, how do you manage to make BDSM sound so clinical?”

“Because it is a little clinical, if I’m just explaining it in polite conversation. The communication is better enjoyed if the actions match.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm hmm,” he smiles, dimples flashing, a show of innocence. A mask. 

“And this information is from experience?” you tease.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

His tone carries implication and it settles upon your stomach, heavy and warm. That makes you perk up, but you fight the urge to show your intrigue. Instead, you scoff, “As if there’s anything to know.”

He’s quiet. Sipping at his coffee, honey eyes twinkling over the rim of his mug. It’s infuriating.

“No way.” you huff, finally breaking. The lightness of teasing leaves your voice, shifting to something darker, more accusatory, “You expect me to believe you have experience? In BDSM?” 

“Announce it to the entire office, why don’t you?”

You pause, looking at him almost in betrayal. Really, how could you not? Spencer Reid, who looks like his nose would start bleeding from the slightest sexual attention from a living, breathing person, has BDSM experience? The man who wears sweater vests and slicks his hair back like he’s a seventy year old librarian? You survey him today, in all of his rumpled, mismatched glory, trying to find one hint of his apparent favored pastimes.

He looks almost smug as he meets your gaze, cocking his head to the side.

“No way.” you repeat.

“You possess an awfully limited vocabulary for today.” 

“Shut up, stop pulling my leg,” your eyes narrow suspiciously, still in disbelief. 

“I’m not pulling your leg,” he says, allowing a small, almost imperceptible smirk to curve up his lips for one split second, before his face gets hidden by the coffee cup again.

“Prove it, then.” 

The words startle both of you, but you’re stubborn enough to see it through. Meeting his gaze with a confidence that would seem sincere to the untrained eye, but Spencer has worked with you long enough to know it’s all bravado. 

He looks at you, unsure. “Prove it?”

“Look who's vocabulary is limited now.”

He scoffs and lowers his voice, “I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into.”

“I know what I’m getting into, I’m a grown woman, thanks.” 

“Then I’ll fax you a copy of my rules. If they still seem like something you’d want to try out, come to my apartment Saturday night—that is, if we aren’t called in for a case.”

You shrug, the perfect picture of nonchalance. “Great, sounds like a plan. Don’t forget to fax.” You both know he wouldn’t.

By some universal twist of fate, that Saturday is devoid of any last minute cases. You spend the whole morning poring over the sixteen-page document that Spencer had sent over on Friday, reading through the risks—a lot of which you already know from your own research—his specific set of rules, and what he’d normally allow for a beginner. You don’t have the same perfect memory he does, but you’re sure you’ve memorized everything by the time you knock at his apartment.

“So you came,” he says, offering you a cool glass of lemonade, looking perfectly at ease as he leads you into his bedroom. 

“Of course,” you say, looking around as you sip on the drink, taking it all in, “I was serious when I said prove it.” It’s dim, but nothing else is inside that rouses suspicion. It looks completely normal—a neat bed, a messy desk, haphazard piles of books—until your eyes land on the items on the dresser. 

Silk ties. A paddle. Something that looks similar to a feather duster, but you assume it’s made with a different activity in mind. Your cheeks are aflame.

“You know the safe word?”

“Yes. Jupiter—you’re such a nerd, by the way.”

He laughs, taking you half finished glass and setting it down. “Do you have any objections to the terms I’d laid out? Additions?”

“I just need you to make a promise.”

“For what?”

“That this stays between us.” You face him, searching his eyes for any deceit. It’s always a risk, being a woman and engaging in anything that could be considered deviant, especially in an environment like the BAU, which is honestly a glorified boy’s club.

“You have my word. Everything that we do stays in this room.” he vows, stepping closer.

“And,” you bite your lip, “No sex, right?”

He shakes his head, “None. We’ll focus on sensations tonight, just to let you get a feel for things.”

It seems more intimate, just trusting him to tease and play with your body, but you’re glad that the boundary is set in place. Spencer seems to have gotten a lot of experience at this, and briefly, you wonder just how many other people has been in your place.

You push the thought away and smile at him. “Okay. Then that’s all on my end. I accept all your terms, and I remember the safe word.”

He hums, turning you around. Standing so closely behind you, his heat warms your back like a gentle fire. Long, elegant fingers that carry the lingering musk of old books and coffee gather your hair into a ponytail at the base of your neck. He secures it with a thin elastic, before leaning in, breath whispering goosebumps into your skin. 

“Strip.”

There’s a sudden loss of heat as he steps back. You’re surprised to miss it, already, but even more surprised by his command. “What?”

“I said strip, angel.” he says, walking to your front with an expectant look on his face, “Down to your underwear.”

You sputter, looking up at him incredulously, but his face is serious. Patient, but serious.

“Do you need your safe word?”

You don’t reply, realizing that it’s begun and this is exactly what you agreed to do. To submit to him and his commands. The weight of this reality sinks in, rendering you mute and frozen, and he immediately softens. 

Hands cupping your cheeks, Spencer looks at you with concern, “Hey, we can stop.”

“No,” you reply, forcefully. Stubborn pride pulsing through your veins—no way you’re stopping before you’ve even done anything, “I don’t want to stop, it’s okay. I just—okay. Strip.” you step back, nodding and muttering to yourself, “Okay, yes, I can do that.” Looking down, you fumble at the buttons of your blouse, undoing them with clumsy, unsure fingers.

He steps back to the dresser, retrieving the bundle of feathers, never averting his gaze. Wide brown eyes take you in as you lose your shirt, and then your pants, standing before him in matching lace underwear. A slow grin spreads over his lips, “You dressed up for me?”

You feel your cheeks burn, “No.”

“So you just wear expensive lace sets for no reason, even on Saturdays?”

“You don’t know what I like.”

A step closer, “I’m about to,” he says in a low, smug tone that has your breath catching, “Stay still.”

Stay still. Easy enough. Your eyes follow his movements, the way he brandishes the feathers in his hands. Your head cranes back as he circles you, and he tuts in disapproval.

“I said stay still,” he murmurs, hand cupping your jaw and adjusting your head forward.

“But—”

“But?” 

“Nothing.” you squeak as you look ahead again. Your heart makes itself known, drumming in an exaggerated, hurried way that makes you want to shift. But Spencer said stay still, so you do.

A small part of you wants to scoff—why are you following Spencer Reid’s orders? This is ridiculous. Say the safe word and this would all be over. He’d never mention it to anyone else, like you both agreed earlier. You can get out, and you know for a fact that Spencer wouldn’t judge or protest.

But you don’t.

Because a larger, more significant part of you finds this whole thing incredibly hot.

Several seconds pass. Agonizingly slow. He’s drawing it out, you realize, testing how long he can get you to stay still. Or maybe he left. No, he wouldn’t—couldn’t, you’d hear his footsteps.  Finally giving in, you look over your shoulder, brows knitted in confusion.

You’re met with a disapproving look and a shaking head. “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

“You’re taking too long,” you pout.

“That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed me, angel,” he tuts. The heat of his body envelops you as he steps into your space again, his chest pressing to your back. A hand skims over your side, warm and firm as it finds the swell of your hip, and sits there. A warning. “You know what’s going to happen when you do it thrice, don’t you?”

Your mind flashes back to the conversation and the list, the rules he laid out so painstakingly for you. Thoughtful and attentive, Spencer had made you read through pages of what he expects from this dynamic, the rules you must follow as his submissive, the punishment that will be enforced should you disobey.

Three strikes and you get spanked.

“I do,” your words drift out the most delicate breath, heart hammering even more now. “I remember.”

He hums when you are finally still. Lips land on your bare shoulder, chaste and warm, while his hand travels up your side, featherlight and teasing. They skim up your ribcage and you can’t help but gasp, fighting every cell in your body to keep from moving. Your compliance is rewarded by another satisfied hum, and then finally it touches you. 

The feather. 

Crawling up the back of your left thigh, soft as a whisper. 

Ticklish.

“Fuck,” you gasp, jerking away from his grasp in surprise. You find yourself missing the feel of his hand on your waist before you realize your mistake. 

“That’s the third.” he says, shaking his head.

“I wasn’t expecting it on my thigh!” you snap, suddenly feeling so exposed. To shield yourself, your arms cross over your shoulder defensively, voice lowering by way of apology, “I’m ticklish!”

He considers it for a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed, but his eyes remain trained on you. Gauging your reaction, the same way he’d talk to a skittish witness. You find yourself shifting again, unused to being on the receiving end of such a stare. When he speaks, his voice is calm, as if he’s soothing a ruffled creature, “You’re welcome to say your safe word.” 

The easy way out. But you’ve already gone this far, stripped out of your so-called armor, down to your lace underwear and allowed him to regard you in ways far too intimate for coworkers. It would be such a waste to back out now. Besides, he said the punishment would just be spanking, how bad could that be?

“No,” you reply finally, voice breaking through the silence that settled and swelled in the room, “No, I’m okay, I’ll—I’ll take the punishment, like I agreed to.”

He sits up straighter, “Are you sure?”

A gulp. “Yes.”

He pats his lap, “Come here then.”

You’ve lost count of how many times you felt warmth at your cheeks, but this feels like a wildfire has started now, smoothing over your face before spreading all over your body in an all consuming blaze. Flashes of those kinky magazines and news articles you’d rolled your eyes over flit through your mind, the models now replaced by the image of you and Spencer. He’s asking you to bend over on his lap to receive your punishment.

With a nod, you join him on the bed, your torso draping horizontally over his lap. Your legs are laid on the bed, and you hold yourself up by your elbows. From this position, he has perfect access to your ass, a large hand smoothing over one cheek. 

You squirm, “Your hand’s cold.” 

He laughs, “God, you never stop complaining, huh? I should add another one just for that.”

“Sorry, I can’t help it.”

He sighs, “I know. You’re doing fine, all things considered. I’ll just do three, okay? For every time you moved.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to count.”

You inhale so sharply you almost choke on nothing. That had no business being as hot as you found it. His hand is on your ass again, and you have to dig into your brain to focus and answer, “Okay.”

The first strike comes quickly, a sharp sting followed by a cool, gentle hand soothing over it. You exhale a gasp along with the word, “One.”

“Good girl.”

Jesus Christ.

Another smack, this time on the other cheek. “Two… three.”

It’s over before you know it, barely even lasting three minutes, but it’s still managed to take your every breath away. You find yourself wishing he had added another strike, just so you could feel the sharp sting again. 

“Are you okay?” his voice pulls you from your reverie, hands helping you sit back up beside him, “Do you need a break? I could get you some lotion—”

You tune him out, staring as he offers different ways to soothe the stinging. His hands keep making lazy strokes up and down your arms, eyes completely focused on you. Words are flying past his lips, attempting to reach you through this haze, solutions and probably another reminder of your safe word, but all you can think about is how close he is, how pretty with his earnest brown eyes and pouty lips, but also how hot and since when was Spencer Reid hot? 

A familiar sensation settles low in your belly, slickness between your thighs, and oh my god you just want to kiss him.

So you do.

His lips are soft, pausing mid sentence for just one moment, before he’s kissing you right back, open mouthed and desperate, his hand cradling the back of your head, tilting it up so his tongue can dive deeper into your mouth. You moan, kissing him back with just as much fervor, scrambling forward in an attempt to get even closer. He tastes like mint and cinnamon, the oddest combination that has you sucking on his bottom lip, eager for more.

An arm wraps around your waist, and you find yourself on his lap again—no, on his thigh. Singular, straddling it with nothing but a tiny scrap of lace and his trousers in between your skin. Two degrees of separation. You moan again, biting down hard.

“Wait,” he pulls back, breathless, thrown off, “Wait this isn’t part of the agreement.”

You laugh, “I’m sorry, I don’t really care about it right now.”

Soft brown locks tickle your jaw as he ducks his head. Lips run over your collar, moist and gentle as he speaks, “I wasn’t really prepared for this. I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh.” you seem to deflate in his arms, despite the incessant pounding in your chest, the buzzing at your fingertips.

He looks up, surveys you like a puzzle to be solved. On his thigh, with barely anything on, practically throwing yourself at him. Muscle flexes and shifts beneath you, eliciting a gasp from your lips. It moves again, just as his hands hold onto your hips and keep you in place. 

Your lips fall open, “Oh.” you repeat, but this time, it’s a low, breathy moan. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs, watching you with a small smirk, “Move those hips for me, angel.”

You don’t need to be told twice, pressing down hard onto his thigh. The pressure gives your clit enough stimulation, pulling another moan from your lips. Louder this time. Loud and pretty, as his hands keep you steady, and your arms wrap around his shoulder, fingers finding the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Oh god,” you gasp, staring right at him, at those intense hazel eyes that have turned nearly black. You ride his thigh shamelessly, finding a rhythm that you know will have the pleasure snapping within minutes. Paired with Spencer’s praise, the sweet kisses he’s laying on your jaw, you find yourself trembling in his arms as you rub yourself along his muscular thigh. 

All of the anticipation seems to have built up to a fever pitch, his teasing, the spanking, it all floods back until your orgasm hits you like lightning. Razor sharp, every nerve of your body seems to sing and tremble from pleasure as Spencer keeps his thigh gently moving, helping you come down from your high. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, burying your face into his neck. 

He laughs, wrapping his arms tightly around you, “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.”

Slender fingers card through the back of your head, tangles into your hair, “You did really well. We went a little off script, but it seems like you found it pleasurable, which is always the goal.”

Pleasurable is the understatement of the century, but your only response is a breathless chuckle. At the moment, that’s all you’re capable of. 

“Okay,” you whisper into his neck, losing all ability to extricate yourself from him. He doesn’t seem to mind though, his hold on you just as tight, free hand rubbing warm circles over your bare back. “Okay, you’ve proved your point. You seriously are a dom.”

“Mhm.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“What? You can’t believe it? I literally just gave you one of the most hands on demonstrations anyone could ask for.” he says with a laugh. It rumbles through his chest, and the feeling makes something in your stomach clench pleasantly. 

You lift your head, finally meeting his gaze. Your eyes flash with mischief when you reply, “I don’t know, I might need another one to fully understand it.”

He smiles back, wide and catlike, “Well then, I think that calls for an encore.”

Thank you for reading!!! also if you could give me some encouragement for my thesis that’d be much appreciated i’d give you so much brain kisses MUAH.

[lilpaigeywbb]

okay so i’m thinking likeee paige has like a school girl crush on the new professor so she’s like making excuses to get her help and going to her office hours for stupid questions and like reader can see through it but she plays along and then maybe like paige is in her office because she “needs help” and reader like stands behind her and like does that leaning over the shoulder thing teachers do and like the tension is just so thick that eventually one of them folds and kisses the other and like yeah then they fuck on readers office desk! (hit a blinker everytime i said like…)

anyway thank you!!!

⟡꒰ favorite teacher ꒱⟡

➜ summary: paige finally gets with her hot teacher 

➜ warnings: teacher x student, smut

➜ pairing: student!paige x hot teacher reader

➜ authors note: mind you i was BAKED when i wrote this so yea. kind of proofread??? idk i might make a part 2 if that’s what the people want but this one fucking sucks i’m sorry (also @slutzforbueckers this is for u ☝️)

teaching physics at uconn was NOT in your 2025 bingo card, but alas, they needed a professor and they needed one FAST which is how you got here. 29 years old and teaching a bunch of your peers. it was weird, knowing a lot of them probably had crushes on you or were around the same age, but you began to find your way around. you just tried to focus on your work and your teaching which was enough. your class was boring and you didn’t find any of the students that interesting. sure, having the paige bueckers in your class was cool, but you never thought much of it. if anything, the stereotypical athlete ego made you think that paige wouldn’t even respect you.

but you were WAY off. 

the minute she watched you waltz through the door, her heart stuttered. she wasn’t sure she’d ever seen someone so beautiful in her life, much less a professor. paige watched you every day. she watched how you moved, how you spoke, how you paced when you were nervous. she was infatuated and knew she had to have you. it started subtle. paige would come up to you after class and say thank you for the lecture or she’d ask a question and speak more than others. this went on for around a month before you realized that maybe she wasn’t so bad after all.

after many lunchtime visits, staying after class, and emailing about questions, paige became more than a student to you. she was YOUR student. she never visited other teachers- hell, she barely even spoke to them which was how you knew she was yours. she only gave this amount of attention to you. it was a thursday when paige wanted more. she decided to go to your office after hours to “ask a question”. she stuffed her textbook and notebook into her bag, threw on a compression shirt, and made her way to your office. 

you heard and knock at the door and responded without looking up, “come in!” paige took a deep breath and opened the door, looking at you breathlessly. she was always shocked by your beauty. “ah, paige. its good to see you. do you need help with anything?” you asked, eyes piercing into her own. you couldn’t deny that the way her muscles showed made you a bit squirmy in your twirly chair. “i needed- uh, i just needed some help on problems 12 and 13.” she said softly. you rolled your eyes internally, knowing what she was doing. you knew from the start but this just confirmed it. she wanted to sleep with you.

of course, you didn’t object to the thought but you weren’t gonna make the first move. she had to break if she wanted it. “of course, paige! here- sit down and read it to me so i can help.” you smiled and gestured to the chair on the opposite side of your desk. paige sat and pulled out her books, making something up about ‘not knowing the numbers’. you tried to explain it and watched her pretend to struggle for a while before walking over and placing a hand on the desk in front of her, the other behind her chair. “sorry, i just need a closer look” you murmured, staring at her paper and loving the way her breath hitched. paige nodded and looked straight ahead but then turned, her nose brushing against yours. neither of you moved but your eyes gravitated towards her lips. 

of course, she noticed and looked at your lips as well before pressing them to yours firmly. it was a fight for dominance. she was so desperate for you and was trying to stand up so she could pin you against the wall and have her way with you but you were quick. you held her shoulders to keep her in the chair and moved to straddler her lap. “do you think i haven’t noticed you eye-fucking me? the way you ask me so nicely for help?” paige whined, completely dropping her tough act. she wanted you and she wanted you bad. she didn’t care if she had control or not. you began to roll your hips against hers in the chair, eliciting a whine from her pink lips. she squirmed and began to tug your jeans down with ease, tossing them to the side and bringing her fingers to your clothed pussy. looks like she wanted control after all. 

she placed her fingers in her lap, facing up. “ride my fingers. please.” she begged, as if it would give her pleasure too. you nodded, wanting to obey the younger girl, and pulled your panties to the side, sinking down on your students fingers. you let out a soft moan but paige? paige let out a loud moan, relishing in how your gorgeously dripping cunt squeezed her finger.s you rolled your hips against her, reminding her that she wanted to be in control so she began to thrust them into you, leaving small marks on your neck as she did so. she curled her fingers, listening to her favorite professors moans.

 you began to rock your hips on her again, moaning and whining. she brought her thumb over to graze your clit while she pumped into you. the coil in your stomach was tighter, making you moan and whimper more. paige loved it and just sped up her movements. “fuck, paige… im gonna cum.” you moaned. she whined and nodded, “please- please cum for me” that was when the coil snapped. your hips stuttered against her and she whined, feeling her fingers get coated in you. she pulled them out and licked them clean with a soft sigh. her eyes fluttered open and she looked at you, “i need help, professor. im so wet and i need someone to fix it” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. you got out of her lap and gently moved her so she was sitting on your desk. “it’s okay, honey. you know i can help with anything.”

you pulled down her sweatpants and boxers, admiring them before tossing them to the side. you settled between her legs and guided her toned legs over your shoulder. “you’re so toned, fuck…” you mumbled. no one you knew looked like her and that made you want her more. she whimpered and brought her hands to tug on your hair. “please- mommy, i want it” mommy. you could work with that. it was nice that one of your students not much younger than you worshipped you like that. you instantly ran a stripe up her cunt, making paige moan. she was so proud of herself for being able to get you like this, too. her favorite teacher. “dont stop- just like that.” she whined, holding your head in place with her hands. you smirked against her and slowly slid two fingers in. she swallowed you up just lik you knew she would. 

“you’ve been such a good student all semester for mommy… i think you should get a reward for that” you whispered agains the shell of her ear. your lips sucked her clit harder and fingers hit her spongy spot. she whimpered out and tugged your hair, “oh god- right there… please i’m gonna-” “cum. go ahead… be a good girl for me and cum.” paige gasped and whined loudly, gushing around your fingers. you fucked her through it, whispering words of encouragement to her and slowly kissing her hip. you pulled out your fingers and pressed them to her mouth, making her open and suck them. you smiled and whispered, “come back by my office on friday.”

paige nodded pathetically eagerly and she knew it but she didn’t care. she wanted you in every single way so bad and you knew it. just the way she looked at you like you hung the moon was enough of a tell. once her clothes were all on, she leaned in, silently asking for a kiss. you smirked and hummed, allowing your lips to meet hers. she tasted like your lip gloss. paige pulled away and grabbed her things before waving. “bye, professor,” she murmured, looking at you with heart eyes. you smiled and waved back, “bye, paige."

you were gonna have fun with her.

[saetoru]

Tee…

I’m now on my hands and knees BEGGING for bully Gojo who is (secretly) DISGUSTINGLY IN LOVE over the reader PLEASE ANY CRUMBS I WILL TAKE

(you don’t actually have to write this it was just a nice thought)

idkkkkk if it’s rly bully gojo—but he’s definitely a real cunt for sure.

i just think about an asshole! gojo a lot like he’s ur lab partners or something and he does that stereotypical jerk move where he’s like “seriously ?? her ??” when he’s first paired with you. and he’s just naturally an douche, yk ?? wears sunglasses indoors and makes jokes at the professors expense under his breath that gets him snickers and snorts from his frat guys in his class. has to be asked more than once to “please keep it down in the middle of class” by wtv prof he’s in class with.

and he ofc makes u do all the work bc he can’t be bothered—and on the rare occasion that he is bothered, he just does a poor job that’s the bare minimum and sloppy enough that ur like wtv i’ll just do it myself. and then ofc sometimes u don’t have a choice but to meet up to finish something after class every now and then—he wouldn’t care to, but he actually needs to know the stuff for the final report he has to write individually, so he begrudgingly meets up with you, and sometimes you notice his friends give you an amused look when he walks up with them. they snicker before they leave as he sits with you. sometimes they make a snide comment here and there like “have fun with ur super hot date” that makes him roll his eyes—he doesn’t do much to hide the look of distaste on his face.

but then—and he doesn’t even know when it happens—you start to slowly grow on him. because ur actually pretty snarky urself, sometimes making a dry comment here and there about the professor and his stupid bald headed self. sometimes a girl in the distance laughs too hard a group of guys that u roll ur eyes and mumble how “if i had a voice like that i’d never laugh in public” and it makes him snort a bit without meaning to. sometimes you stare daggers at the person who has their music so loud thru their headphones they can’t help but notice u and turn it down in embarrassment. ur actually not as much of a pushover as he thought—you just genuinely think he’s too incapable to help u out that you’ve just shrugged him off and started doing his part. it’s an easy weekly lab class anyway, you don’t need him—and then he realizes that u rly just don’t care for him. his little snickers at u with his friends and their snide comments roll off ur back bc well…he’s him—an asshole little frat boy and u didn’t expect anything better from him. so it makes him a little intrigued—maybe a little wounded in his pride, deep down, because no one has ever been indifferent to him before. they’re either madly in love, or they hate his guts, or they follow his lead. either works—he still gets the attention he craves.

but u just don’t rly care. and ur actually pretty cool, and kinda sorta funny in a way no one else is. he likes it…and fuck, now he’s starting to like you. he can tell bc when his friends ask how his little date with you went, he starts getting a bit huffy ab it bc they don’t need to talk about you. they don’t even know you…but also….its not a date. and that’s the worst part. sometimes it feels like a date. almost—sometimes you both decide to take a break in between and go get a coffee or a light snack. sometimes he’s even paid (to which you look mildly shocked before politely thanking him) and you both walk back to the library while u make light banter and it’s…well, fun. and nice. and your laugh is pretty. and your smile is kinda cute and he (though he hates to admit it) rly likes it when u laugh because of him.

and then things start to get messy—really, he didn’t mean for it to start this way. he really was meaning to ask you in a genuine manner to see u again once the semester was finished. because he’s actually started pulling his weight—he wants u to see him for someone who’s smart. satoru is actually rly rly smart and no one knows it because he doesn’t rly show it but he is. he wants u to see that side of him—somehow there’s some sick validation he rly needs from you knowing he’s not a dense frat guy who drinks and fucks until 3 am every night. so he starts doing his parts and actually communicates with u about sections. so starts ur texting routine—sometimes a little longer than u rly need to for just doing a lab together. sometimes it’s “did u hear ab that girl in our class getting dumped in front of the kfc ??” and sometimes it’s “god our prof rly needs to get some pussy” and other times it’s “look what the guy who sits behind us just posted on his story” and it leads to a few long convos that admittedly…are rly fun. ur so fun. he likes it. he rly does like u and he thinks maybe….maybe he’s grown on u too and you know what ?? satoru’s always a jerk but ur nice and who’s to say he can’t be nice too ?? just for one person. for u, he can be a nice guy—u carried lab all on ur own long enough that u deserve it anyway.

until he gets swayed in that way only a coward can. in that way you do when ur used to being “the man” around ur friends and ur too pressured to keep up that energy for appearances sake bc u don’t wanna be the laughing stock who softened up for “some nerdy chick who’s a nobody.” so he laughs when they laugh at the fact that ur probably “still a virgin who’s never touched a guy before” and then they’re patting gojo on the back and shoving at his shoulder as they laugh harder and suggest that “y’know what would be so funny man ?? if u took her virginity. you could probably do it.”

the thought is sickening because…satoru wouldn’t want to fuck you like that. god, you have him caring about when and how he fucks you—in fact, just thinking about you lewdly makes him feel guilty. disrespectful, even. you’re more than a fleshlight for his dick. since when did he become so respectful ?? but he doesn’t know how to say no, especially when everyone starts agreeing one after the other—and oh no, now they’re betting on how quickly he can do it….and oh, now it’s not just fucking. now it’s “how long until you think she’s head over heels for you? man, that would be a sight, huh ??”

and….well, satoru decides it couldn’t hurt, right ?? he does want to be romantically involved so that would include you being head over heels. hopefully. fingers crossed. and he doesn’t rly want to seem lame in front of the guys either, so he gets to keep both sides of the coin, so is it really that bad ?? maybe not the right idea but certainly the right execution. he’ll treat you well—that much he’s confident of. so he forces out a laugh and says “gimme a month or two, you’ll see.”

and a month or two they give him. and a month or two it takes—but not for you to be head over heels. it’s him who’s utterly and completely obsessed and fallen head first and whatever else they say to describe love because wow. this must be what it is. this must be that stupid fairytale shit they always talk about because fuck, no one has ever looked at him like that. like he’s some miracle to this earth and some wonder only you know of—like you hope it stays that way and that he’s yours and yours alone and no one else comes in to take him away. satoru really likes being yours, it kinda feels better than you being his. being yours means you hold him like that at night and wake him up to a kiss between his brows and sometimes, when he gets those migraines he’s prone to getting, you always seem to know. always seem to understand when to close the blinds and keep quiet and wrap him up in the covers as you rub your thumbs over his temples soothingly.

he almost forgets about that silly little bet he made two months ago when he’s around you. actually, he forgets everything when he’s around you. he’s only ever thinking about you, you, you. when he comes back to his frat house, on the other hand, they’re all gathered around waiting for the newest details. how you must’ve been so pathetically star struck by him. how you must be embarrassingly bad at kissing. how you must stutter over every other word around him. how you must be making a complete and utter fool of urself trying to impress him and be someone you’re not bc the real you would never pique his interest.

they’re wrong ofc. if anyone’s star struck, it’s satoru bc how the hell are u so…cool ?? and so funny and witty and carefree ?? and you’re good at kissing—have him chasing your lips with a whine every time. sometimes you even chuckle at him when he does and make him blush a bit. he’s the one who stutters over his words when he sees you in your little date night outfits. sometimes he watches you drink from your straw and his brain short circuits a little until you snap at him and ask him in confusion if he’s alright. but the real kicker ?? it’s that if anyone’s pretending, it’s satoru. you’re always just you—unapologetically so, that it’s endearing and beautiful and so unearthly he wonders how he got so lucky. but him ?? he’s always acting like some guy he’s not. some chivalrous guy who opens doors and pushes out seats and kisses the back of hands and waits at least a few dates before even considering fucking. some nice, sweet, genuine guy who’s deserving.

he’s not that—never was. if you knew the real him, you’d leave in a heartbeat. it’s a scary thought. a raw feeling he doesn’t like. makes him feel all self conscious and insecure and all that weird shit he never thought he’d feel.

he tries. so hard, he tries to make them forget about that silly little bet and just slowly drop it and maybe even forget ur dating so he can just stay living this peaceful little fantasy with you—but that’s stupid. that’s naive. it’s been 4 months and enough is enough—the guys need to see the look on ur face when u realize what a fool ur being and satoru is “being a lazy ass who’s too comfortable not having for work for pussy these days.” so then there’s a video going around. it’s everyone gathered around on the couch drunk and talking about you. and satoru. you both, in fact. how it’s been two months and u seem desperate for his attention with the shrill little voice you use to call him toru, baby! it’s so, so fucking embarrassing, they say. how you think he likes it. (he does. god he does so much, it hurts. he loves it, actually, when you call him that. makes him feel special in a way he never has.) but then, the worst, most disgustingly nauseous part of the whole thing is when satoru laughs along and plays into their awful words. just lets them talk about you like you’re some piece of meat. something for him to chew up and spit out after he has a taste or you. not even worth savoring and enjoying. he laughs along and agrees—you’re nothing special and he can’t wait until he’s free of you.

that part hurts. that part sucks the most—when he acts like he didn’t tremble under your touch every time you kissed him. like he didn’t beg you to stay just five more minutes! before walking out the door to go home. he acts one way in front of you and one way in front of them and what’s worse ?? you don’t know which one is real. couldn’t tell even if your life was on the line to decide. because there’s no way he’s that good at pretending to be desperately in love, no fucking way. but there’s also no way he can be in love if he’s talking about you like that. that’s not what love is—that’s not what love feels like. that’s not what it means to someone.

you don’t know which satoru is the real one, but you know that neither is worth your time. not if he can’t stick to it.

it’s terrible thing—the way you break up. it’s messy and teary and he’s begging, he’s actually begging. he never thought he’d do that. but he doesn’t even hesitate to plead for you to hear him out. baby, please let me explain. wait, please don’t walk away—please just listen! i can explain.

he can’t explain, though when you as him to. stands there with a bitten bottom lip and teary eyes that are pleading you to just stay with him. to overlook this and just … ignore it like it’s nothing. like what he did and said was just nothing and you can shrug it off like you’re nothing too. like your feelings are nothing and so is your worth and that’s why you should just ignore the way he absolutely destroyed your pride and reputation and dignity and worse….every ounce of your love.

such deep, raw, pure love—it’s almost enough to heal every dry crack and crevice of this earth and bring it back to life.

you look at him with teary eyes and something so broken, it makes him feel like dirt beneath your feet.

“it’s embarrassing, satoru,” you hiss that night through tears, “you’re in your twenties getting a degree and you’re still just a high school bully. life’s really gonna kick you in the ass some day.”

life’s already kicking him in the ass as soon as you walk out. the air is colder. the world is dimmer. food doesn’t taste as good and fuck—there is just so much loneliness when you have no one to be yourself with. when there’s no you.

but he supposes you’re right though—he is just a bully. it’s pathetic, really. and maybe it’s for the best. maybe you don’t deserve someone who’s only ever known how to feel good because someone else doesn’t.

[leahwllmsn]

toxic till the end

alexia putellas x reader

word count: 3.3k

tw: toxic relationships

You and Alexia are bad news for each other, but you don’t want anyone else.

It’s another day after yet another fight. You already know what’s going to happen next—it’s a routine so ingrained in your life that there’s no room for uncertainty. Alexia will show up at your door, begging for forgiveness, and you will welcome her with open arms. 

This time though, you tell yourself it’s going to be different. You’re going to put a stop to this whole thing.

You’re letting go of Alexia for good.

It’s been years of back and forth and you’re tired. 

You’re on your couch, clutching your phone, battling with yourself about being the first one to text. To break the routine you and Alexia have perfected means breaking this cycle once and for all.

I meant what I said last night. it’s over. we’re done.

Alexia’s response comes not a minute later. How fast she responds gives you more satisfaction than you admit. Her response however… It left an uncomfortable feeling in your chest.

A: if that is what you want

No, that’s not what you want at all. But it’s what you need. For your sanity.

I want you out of my life. goodbye, ale

—

You met Alexia through a mutual friend. You liked to go out to clubs and bars, something to get your mind off the stress at work. It was a wonder that you hadn’t met Alexia sooner, but you later realized it must be her job as a football superstar that prevented her from partying every week like you.

When Alexia came up to you, her chin held high, a smirk permanently etched on her face, you knew she was nothing but trouble. It was the way she presented herself, so full of herself—as if she could get anything she wanted, that got you hooked. You loved a confident woman, and Alexia was the most confident woman on earth.

“Hola.” Alexia was the first to greet you, observing you with a curious look. You took her outstretched hand, and you couldn’t help but appreciate how… strong her grip was. Yeah. 

“Hi.”

“I’m Alexia,” she gave you a smile, one that girls must fawn over. Before you could respond, she continued, “And you must be… the prettiest girl in this room.”

Your immediate response was to roll your eyes, but your heart was a mess. You couldn’t believe that something so corny had your cheeks blush a deep shade of red.

“Got anything better than that?” you replied calmly, taking a sip of your drink to hide the way your lips wanted to form a smile.

Alexia hummed in thought, leaning closer to you until her mouth was inches away from your ear. You could smell her perfume now—it was something from Le Labo, the woody one that people liked so much.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘u’ and ‘i’ together.”

It was so bad that it genuinely worked on you. You let out a laugh so loud, ten pairs of eyes turned in your direction. But you didn’t care because Alexia was looking at you with that glimmer in her eyes.

You couldn’t have known what was to come.

—

Despite your wariness about Alexia, you gave her a chance. You gave her multiple chances.

A few months in and you were inseparable. 

The most shocking thing about Alexia was that she was the most loyal person ever. You thought that she was, well, a playgirl. It was the stereotype that came with being a footballer and how charming she was—she could get anyone she wanted.

But all she wanted was you.

It was a huge boost to your ego, you must admit.

Maybe that was why you decided to test the waters. To see whether Alexia really loved you or she was just playing you.

(Looking back, you realized you were the one who started this whole game.)

You didn’t watch football, you had zero interest in it. Alexia loved that she got to be the one to introduce football to you.

So when you begged Alexia to let you meet her teammates, claiming you found a new interest on the team, she was surprised. 

The first thing you did in that locker room was introduce yourself to Patri. Sexy, funny, tattooed Patri, who flirted back the moment you bat your eyelashes at her. To you, it was exhilarating the way Alexia grabbed your wrist and pushed you to the nearest storage closet.

Maybe that was why you loved to push her buttons so much. 

But that wasn’t to say that Alexia didn’t do the same. She was so much more intense, you learned. Maybe even borderline toxic, but you didn’t think too much about it.

You hadn’t been partying every week like you usually would, spending each night with Alexia instead, living in that lovesick bubble. But one night you were bored, and you wanted to go. Alexia had a game tomorrow so you knew she would be staying at home.

“Where are you going, amor?”

You saw Alexia’s reflection in the mirror as you were putting on the final touches of your make-up. You were wearing a dress so tight that it left no room for imagination. “I’m going to Manuelas, baby.”

“What? No, you are not.” Alexia stated. 

You turned around and gave her a questioning look. “I am? Can’t you see that I’m ready?”

“Well, I do not want you to go,” Alexia crossed her arms over her chest, a frown on her face. “Especially with that dress.”

You rolled your eyes at her, scoffing. “I think I can do whatever I want, Ale. I’m going out.”

“So you are just going to leave me here alone? I need you tonight, amor.”

The way her tone changed almost gave you whiplash. She was no longer commanding; she was pleading, her voice trembled as if you leaving to a club would be the worst thing to ever happen to her.

“Please, cariño?” 

You knew the moment she gave you her best puppy-dog eyes, your resolve was crumbling. You’d agree to whatever she wanted, just like always.

“You can come with me,” you suggested, although you knew she couldn’t.

“You know I have a game tomorrow.” Alexia stepped closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing gentle kisses along your exposed neck. “Let’s have a night in. I’m going to give you a better night than your friends could anyway, you know that.”

So you stayed.

You didn’t care when it happened again the week after, letting Alexia undress you was much better than any nightclubs anyway.

When your friends complained that they hadn’t seen you in so long, you made an effort to meet up with them for lunch, but that was cut short when Alexia called and demanded you to come home because she was done with training.

Alexia was possessive, you knew that. You didn’t need your friends to hold an ‘intervention’ for you because they thought Alexia was getting too much.

You loved her possessive attitude. So much so that you intentionally flirted with waitresses and strangers just to see her jealous streak.

You didn’t think anything could break your relationship. You loved each other.

One day, Alexia went too far and you got proven wrong.

You were tired from work, and you wanted nothing more than to get under the covers and sleep. Alexia had other plans. She was wearing a suit, her hair slicked back in a neat ponytail. She looked good. 

“Where are you going, Ale?”

“Oh, hey, mi amor,” Alexia pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, pulling back when you wanted more. Alexia always made you feel better. “I’m going to be late. I have dinner with old friends.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. Alexia never mentioned any dinner with old friends. “Who?”

“Just… some friends I haven’t met in a long time.” You let her go without any more questions because you were seconds away from falling asleep.

When you woke up and found Alexia asleep on the couch instead, you thought nothing of it, going through with your morning routine. When Alexia stretched lazily, flashing you a smile, you returned it without a second thought. But then you caught the lipstick stain on her white collar, a lipstick shade that you would never wear… That was when you started screaming at her.

“I can’t believe you!” “What did I do?”

“What did you do?” You pointed towards the red stain on her collar. “Do you think I’m blind? Stupid? Both?!”

“Oh no no, amor,” Alexia immediately stood up, hands raised defensively as she faced you. “This is not what it looks like. You are misunderstanding!”

“You’re crazy, Alexia. Who’s fucking lipstick is that?!”

“No one’s! You are being paranoid.”

“Stop lying to me!”

“Amor, I would never lie to you, you know that,” Alexia huffed. She had the nerve to shake her in disappointment. “In fact, I am insulted that you think I would do such a thing!”

“Oh yeah? How’s this!” You unclasped the necklace Alexia got you as a gift and threw it at her face. “Fuck you!”

“Amor! That hurts!”

“Fucking cheater!”

“I didn’t kiss her! She kissed me!”

The amount of anger coursing through your veins was a new feeling. You let out a shout before stomping your way out of the apartment. You looked back at your girlfriend, still with that stupid, glaring red stain on her shirt. “I never want to see your face again, Alexia!”

You slammed the front door and left.

That was the start of the cycle.

—

Alexia showed up at your apartment the next day, flowers in hand, eyes swollen from when she cried too much—a rare sight for her. You felt your heart soften at the sight.

“Hola,” Alexia rasped out. “Can I come in?”

Against your better judgement you let her in. You allowed her to explain her side of things, how she claimed that yes, her ex kissed her, but Alexia didn’t return the gesture. You didn’t entirely believe her but you pulled her into your arms anyway.

Alexia repeated how sorry she was over and over again, she told you that she loved you, and she would never intentionally hurt you. 

“I know, Ale,” you kissed the top of her head, your voice softer now compared to the shouts yesterday. Alexia was laying on top of you, her head nestled in the crook of your neck—usually you would be the one in Alexia’s arms, this change felt nice too.

“Do you still love me?”

You didn’t hesitate when you replied. “More than anything.”

Alexia promised that there wouldn’t be anymore fights after that. You didn’t really believe her, and you didn’t think she believed herself either, but you agreed nonetheless.

It was true, you and Alexia went back to the honeymoon phase and didn’t fight at all.

The calm lasted for a few weeks. Barcelona won something, you couldn’t remember, but it was huge. So it called for a celebration.

Alexia, being the captain, was busy being the center of attention. She loved it when people worshipped her, you knew that, so you let her be. You were alone at the bar when someone approached you, offering to buy you a drink. It was Jana—you remembered her from before you met Alexia, through mutual friends. She was definitely your type, but she was five years younger than you and that put you off.

“You do know I’m dating your captain,” you spoke directly in her ear, the music making it harder to hear.

“I’m just being friendly,” Jana shrugged, although the glint in her eyes revealed otherwise.

You took the drink she offered and stayed close to her—too close, because the next thing you knew Alexia was in front of you, a dangerous smile on her lips.

“We are going home.”

“It’s early!” you laughed, passing your drink to your girlfriend. “Have some fun, Ale. Don’t be so uptight.”

Jana giggled and Alexia’s frown deepened. You turned towards the younger brunette and grabbed her arms. “Jana and I are going to dance!”

You left Alexia speechless as you made your way to the dance floor. You could feel her eyes on you the whole time, but all you did was something innocent. There was nothing conspicuous about dancing with a friend. You didn’t kiss her like Alexia kissed someone else.

You didn’t even last five minutes, before Alexia dragged you away and forced you into her car.

You pouted at her the whole ride home. “You are being so ridiculous, Alexia. I was just dancing with a friend.”

“No, you were slutting it up with a friend. There is a difference.”

You were so offended by her words that you demanded she pull over and let you out.

“I am not doing that.”

“Pull over.”

“No.”

“Alexia, pull over or I’ll open this car door and step right into oncoming traffic.”

“Estás loca!” Alexia granted your wish and you were met with the cold, night air as you stepped out of her car. “How are you going to get home now?”

You answered her by slamming her precious car door and flipping a middle finger in her direction. Thankfully it wasn’t that far from your place, you could walk for fifteen minutes. It was fine.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, whether it was because of the anger you were feeling or the anticipation of seeing Alexia the next day. But by morning, all you felt was disappointment, because Alexia didn’t show up. You waited and waited, until it was night time and you decided to send her a text.

do you even care about me?

Alexia showed up five minutes later even though her apartment was almost half an hour away. This time, instead of flowers, she brought your favourite chocolates. Ten boxes of them.

“I am sorry, guapa.” You were sitting on Alexia’s lap, your hands playing with the baby hair on the back of her neck. “I was just jealous because I love you so much.”

“I’m sorry too,” you murmured. “I was the one to provoke you.”

Alexia nodded, pecking your lips. “Sí. You provoked me.”

“You don’t have to be jealous, you know,” you assured her. “I’m all yours, Alexia.”

She grinned at you, pulling you even closer until your bodies were flushed against one another. “That’s good to hear, amor. No one can love you like I do.”

—

You stayed with Alexia despite it all. Despite the monthly–if not, weekly–fights, despite the red flags waving at you every time you recalled something Alexia did to your friends.

You didn’t care about any of it as long as you have Alexia.

Your friends stopped trying to meddle. Once, they decided to give Alexia a piece of their minds and that made Alexia ignore you for a few days. So in turn, you gave your friends a piece of your mind and told them to back the fuck off. You were a big girl; you knew what you were getting yourself into.

It went on for years. You and Alexia continued the routine: someone says something they didn’t mean—fight—make up—someone gets jealous—fight again—make up, and so on.

It was incredible how much strength you had in you to put up with it. But you loved Alexia, and she loved you back, so it was worth it.

It wasn’t until a fight got so big that it left you both screaming at each other in an empty park in Barcelona at midnight, and suddenly, you felt so suffocated. For the first time ever, you wondered what would happen if both of you just… stopped this whole thing. You wondered then, if you could survive living without Alexia.

“I do not know what you want me to do, Y/N!”

“Well, for one, I would like you to stop flirting with every girl you see. I’m right here!”

“I was not flirting! You just keep on imagining things!”

“Fuck you, Ale!”

“Sí, you have done that many times,” Alexia shrugged casually, her body language telling you she was unbothered by this whole thing. “We can do it again tonight if you want!”

“Fuck! You!”

You turned to leave, but Alexia grabbed your wrist. “Where are you going?”

You yanked your arm free from her grasp. “I’m leaving! It’s over!”

Alexia let out a mocking laugh. “Over?! I do not think so. Come on, amor, do you really think you can live without me?” 

Alexia was so sure that you couldn’t. You felt like you wanted to prove to her otherwise.

So you held your chin out and held her gaze. “Yes. I can. I’m leaving you.”

Neither of you said anything for a minute. Alexia silently challenged you to take back your words, but you weren’t going to. You decided that you were strong enough to end things.

“You are lying,” Alexia scoffed. “You cannot leave me.”

You glared at her. You hated that she was undermining you. “Watch me.”

As you turned around once again to leave, Alexia suddenly stepped forward and snaked her arms around your waist, her front pressed against your back. You let her hold you—it was going to be the last time anyway.

“Mi amor,” Alexia’s voice trembled. “You cannot leave me. I do not know how to do this without you. Please don’t go. Te amo. Te amo mucho.”

You held back your tears, not expecting Alexia to sound this vulnerable. You placed your hand on top of hers, hesitating for a brief moment before slowly pulling away.

You were finally free.

—

A week passed by without anything from Alexia. Not a phone call, not a text, no flowers on your doorstep, no unannounced visits to your apartment. You realize that this is the longest you’ve gone without hearing Alexia beg for your forgiveness. Alexia is actually respecting your wishes.

She’s no longer bothering you.

You should feel happy, but all you feel is the opposite. You genuinely feel sick at the thought of having Alexia out of your life.

You want her next to you. You want her near you, right now. You don’t care that all you do is fight, that’s what couples do—Alexia once said.

Your friends think it’s a good thing that you cut things off with Alexia, but you don’t think their opinion matters anyway. They’ve always acted like they know your relationship with Alexia better than you.

To get them to back off though, you agreed on a blind date with someone. Just for one night. One night to see what a “perfect girl” looks like.

Her name is Jennifer. What a bland name.

She likes to play tennis and does horse riding. Football is better.

She has a British accent because she grew up in London. Alexia’s accent is much better, way sexier.

An hour in and you could tell that there is nothing wrong with her despite your best efforts at trying to find the worst in everything. But she’s not Alexia.

No one will ever come close.

Before Jennifer gets the chance to order dessert, you fake a stomach ache and leaves.

You walk aimlessly, but deep down you know you have one destination in mind.

It’s been years of back and forth. Yes, you’re tired, but you also crave it.

You crave her.

No matter how much Alexia breaks your heart, you know she’s the only one who can fix it—albeit, not perfectly, she can still patch it up nonetheless.

You don’t mind it. 

If being with Alexia means having a bruised heart full of bandages, you’ll take it.

“Hola, guapa. I missed you.”

[hsangel64]

moving in

pairings: neighbor!ellie x fem!reader

synopsis: you’re moving into a new apartment and have no one to help you…your neighbor is kinda cute though

warnings: use of y/n, mild cussing, small bit of smut!

a/n: taking a short break from angst i need fluff and i’ve had this idea in my head for awhile now! enjoy!

you sighed as you parked your car in your new parking space, this was going to be a long day. you had a u-haul parked in front of your building ready to be unpacked. you really didn’t know how you were going to do this, you had all your furniture and you absolutely could not move a whole couch by yourself. you had asked anyone and everyone from friends to your family to help but everyone was busy and you didn’t want to wait a day longer to move in. you being stubborn decided to do it by yourself, of course. you took a deep breath and made your way over to your apartment, thankfully it was on the bottom floor so you didn’t have to be lifting things up the stairs. as you made your way over to check out the inside before starting your process you heard loud music and video game gunshots coming from the inside of your new neighbors apartment. an idea came to mind.

today was ellie’s day off so she spent it with doordash, video games and sat in boxers all day. she was currently playing some stupid zombie game with loud deftones in the background. she was having the time of her life that is until she got a knock on the door.

“ugh better not be jesse.” she groaned out loud and threw the controller on the couch next to her running over to the door opening it to a really pretty girl. ‘shit im only in my boxers and i’ve got stains on my shirt’ she thought and gasped a little.

“oh!” you gasped seeing a really cute skinny girl and not some big man.

“hi?” she said confused.

“um sorry i thought a man lived here-“

“what gave you that impression?” her eyebrows furrowed.

“oh well just because of the loud music and gunshots….just kinda figured-“

“what a woman can’t have loud music and be playing video games?”

“oh no no i-i didn’t mean it like that i’m sorry, ill just-ill go now sorry to interrupt you-“ you felt embarrassed apologizing profusely before walking back over to your apartment.

“wait- wait what did you need a man for?” you stopped in your tracks and walked back over.

“oh! um i have no one to help me move in, so i figured to ask because i thought you were…a man.”

“you think i couldn’t help?”

“shit no thats not what i meant im sorry again-“

“im just fucking with you, dont worry.” she laughed and you sighed out of relief.

“well does the offer still stand? because i can get some…” gesturing to her pjs “clothes on and come out and help.” you jumped up excitedly thanking her over and over again.

“thank you thank you!! i could really use the help, just knock on my door when you’re ready!” you walked back over to your apartment and went in to wait for the girl. you face palmed realizing you didn’t even introduce yourself. what an embarrassment.

just a few minutes later you heard a knock on your door and knew it was her. your breath almost taken away at her, she was in a white wife pleaser and some light wash jeans with a carabiner hooked onto her jean buckle. you weren’t one to stereotype but-

“you ready?” you nodded grabbing the keys for the u-haul and you both made your way out to get started.

“oh! my name is y/n by the way.” you stopped and held your hand out.

“im ellie.” you shook hands and smiled at each other before continuing on.

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it had been a couple of hours and you both had gotten everything moved in. you just had to return the u-haul, ugh.

“hey ellie do you want to come with me to drop off the u-haul? so i have a ride home…”

“yeah of course your car or mine?” you threw your keys over to her and both made your ways out. you guys had gotten pretty comfortable with each other playing 20 questions as you were moving boxes around. you had found out that she worked at the guitar center on the corner of your guys’ street, she liked video games, space and dinosaurs. she lives alone and only has two really good friends. she plays guitar and goes to the gym in her free time. you already felt a small crush forming, damn you and your feelings.

you returned the u-haul and proposed the idea of getting dinner.

“let me get you some dinner for helping me, you really saved my ass today.”

“free dinner sounds good to me.” you both laughed and agreed on some pizza.

you made it back to your place and placed the pizza down on the counter in the kitchen.

“i’ve got some plates packed away let me get them!.” you had all your furniture set up for the most part you just had to build some shelves and unpack everything. ellie was stood awkwardly by the counter waiting for you to unpack the plates.

“ellie sit please, you did most of the work today.” she fumbled around and sat down on the couch, making you giggle seeing her flustered. you grabbed the plates and put some slices on the plates taking it over to ellie.

“alright here ya go! sorry i don’t get wi-fi until tomorrow so no tv.”

“whatever will i do to live.” you both laughed at ellie’s joke and ate in silence for a little bit. before ellie spoke up.

“did you uh did you need help with anything else after this?”

“well now that you ask i’m not good at building things…if you could help me me build some shelves.”

“yeah of course! its what i’m here for.” you smiled at her, you were so far in deep already.

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you both had finished eating and started building the shelf that would go in your room.

“did you have to get this from ikea?” you both were so confused with the instructions.

“hey i didn’t buy it my mom did so get mad at her not me.” you threw your hands up in defense.

“can you look up a video tutorial then?” you grabbed your phone and searched for a video, finding one and crouching down behind ellie putting your arm around her and showing the video. ellie’s face immediately felt hot and turned red, she could feel goosebumps form on her body from your presence behind her. she couldn’t even watch the video properly, the feeling of your breasts pressed up against her back made her stomach clench. focus ellie don’t be weird.

you handed her the phone and moved over to sit next to her, placing your head on her shoulder feeling the exhaustion hit your body like a truck. when you were tired you didn’t care what you did. if ellie’s heart wasn’t pounding it was now thats for sure. ellie’s breathing lulling you closer to sleep, you closed your eyes and steadied your breath. ellie looked over at you moving slightly and seeing your eyes closed, your soft snores coming out of your mouth confirming you were asleep. she slowly moved her arm from under you and put it around your back rubbing it to slightly wake you up.

“hey lets get you to bed.” she whispered to you and you woke up rubbing your eyes still almost half asleep.

“oh shit sorry.” you lifted your head off of her shoulder and got up, ellie stood up with you and led you to your bedroom.

“it’s okay you had a long day today.” you guys had set up your bed already thankfully so you plopped right down.

“okay we can continue this tomorrow, ill let you get some much needed rest. goodnight.” ellie was about to walk out when she heard your voice call for her again stopping in her tracks and poking her head back through the door.

“yeah?”

“goodnight ellie thank you for helping today. i really appreciated it today, same time tomorrow?” ellie let out a soft laugh.

“yes same time tomorrow.” you said a small goodbye and she was out the door, taking your keys so she could lock your door for you. ellie smiled as she left, you were going to be the death of her.

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the next morning ellie got up bright and early and went out to grab some breakfast for you two, she didn’t know what you liked so she got you a simple bagel sandwich and a coffee figuring that today you’d need it. she still had your keys but didn’t want to just randomly walk into your apartment and be weird considering you both met each other just yesterday. so she knocked and after a little you came to the door in a blanket and your hair all ruffled.

“oh hey good morning.” you smiled at the girl and rubbed your eyes. you had raspy morning voice and ellie loved the way it sounded.

“oh im sorry did i wake you?”

“no no, i’ve been up just on my phone.” you laughed and realized you were still standing there. “sorry please come in.” you gestured for her to come in and she accepted walking past you putting down the food bag and coffees on the counter.

“i have your keys because you got tired last night and i figured i would lock your door for you but i didn’t want to be weird and just come in unannounced…i got us breakfast and you coffee though- i hope that isn’t too weird.” you smiled and walked over to her and grabbed the coffee off the counter sipping it and immediately feeling awake.

“what did i do to deserve this from you stranger?” you quirked your eyebrow and she laughed at you.

“i only do this for pretty girls.”

“oh so i’m not the only one you’ve done this for?”

“you’re the first pretty girl actually.”

“and you’ll do this for more and not just keep this special treatment for me?” you got closer to her as you sipped your coffee, the heat radiating from her body causing butterflies in your stomach. she was leaned up on the counter smirking at you and your remarks.

“we’ll see about that.”

“hmm okay-“ you both were face to face staring at each other, your eyes traveling from her eyes down to her lips and up to her eyes again. you both moved closer until you took a sip of your coffee and walked away. ellie quietly groaned and you giggled to yourself. you grabbed the bag of food and grabbed a sandwich out, ellie let you know they were both the same so you could choose whichever. you both ate while making small conversation about what needs to be done for the day.

you both finished and you let ellie know you were just going to get dressed and do your morning routine really quick before you guys started. ellie sat on the couch on her phone as she waited for you to be done, just from the bit of info about you she had found your instagram. you were stunning there was no doubt about it, she looked through all your photos seeing some stuff of you on vacation and with family. she then saw a few pictures of you with this abby girl, you looked very close, ellie didn’t want to assume but her heart dropped thinking of the possibility that she was your girlfriend. for her own sake she closed her phone and just got started on the shelf that was left on the floor overnight.

you had finished getting ready and walked back into the living room seeing ellie already started on the shelf. ellie didnt notice you until you were standing behind the couch, lifting her head up from the video her eyes widening seeing you in some spandex shorts and a very open v neck tank top. your hair was up in a high pony tail and you looked refreshed and so beautiful. its crazy how quick someone conjured up a crush for someone but it was happening in real time. ellie couldn’t help it.

“i see you’ve gotten started?”

“oh yeah figured since we have so much to do today.” you nodded and sat on the floor beside her starting to help grab the things she needed.

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you guys had finished the shelf and whilst she got started on another piece of furniture, you started to fill the shelf with your books.

“you’ve got a shit ton of books.”

“i can’t help it i love reading.” you shrugged grabbing more books out of the box under you. you were particular about your organizing you wanted everything to be in a certain order but the way you got there was creating a mess. you would think there was an easier way to do this and there was…this just worked better. so you currently had a pile of books around you….this was going to take a while.

“what on earth are you doing?” you whipped your head around to see ellie looking around you confused.

“oh…this is how i do stuff…”

“you’re a very interesting person.” you gave her a big toothy grin and turned back around doing the task at hand.

after a bit ellie had finished your vanity and you had just finished organizing your books.

“ta-da!!” you presented your bookshelf, it wasn’t done because you liked adding little pieces of decor like plants and such but your apartment was coming along.

“it looks nice.” you furrowed your brows and looked at her in disbelief.

“just nice?!”

“no no its great!”

“thats what i thought-“ you crossed your arms and turned to see she had finished your vanity, it was a beautiful dark wood color with a nice big mirror on it and lots of storage. gasping at how pretty it was you went and gave her a huge hug thanking her profusely. she made a small noise and let out a puff of air feeling the weight of your body on her now, her eyes wide she put one arm around you trying her best not to be so awkward.

“thank you so much its literally perfect els!” realizing you said a nickname you covered your mouth. “oh gosh im sorry- can i call you that? i feel like we’ve gone through enough in the past day to be on nickname basis-“

“yeah sure no worries.” she laughed at your excitement. that little voice in the back of her head telling her not to get too close, remembering those pictures of you with that girl. she felt that pit in her stomach and shook the feeling away and changing the subject.

“hey why don’t we go and grab some lunch its about that time. i know a good place close by.”

“ooo good idea, let me grab my bag.” you ran into your room to grab your bag. ellie smiled as you ran into the other room, her smile slowly faded. ‘get your shit together ellie.’

you made it to the place, it was a quick service sandwich shop. you were sat with your food and talking about anything an everything.

“so lets get to know each other more.” you nodded agreeing.

“okay what would you like to know!”

“i didn’t get to ask you but where are you moving from?”

“i’m coming from seattle, i went to college over there did undergrad, now i’m back home here in jackson to do graduate school!”

“that’s awesome, what are you majoring in?”

“psychology! not very interesting.”

“no no that sounds awesome, are you going to the college up the road?” you nodded finishing what you had in your mouth.

“yeah, ill start this coming fall. what about you any college?”

“i took a gap year, didn’t think i needed college but my old man convinced me- i’m majoring in art and music, pulling that double major.”

“thats so cool what do you play?”

“i mainly do guitar and bass but i occasionally do drums.”

“you know what they say about guitar players…” you can’t believe you just said that. ellie choked on her sandwich a big hearing what you were referring to, were you flirting?

“i’m- i’m sorry i don’t know why i said that…”

“don’t be it was funny….and its true-“ your eyes wide at her boldness. you were about to respond but you heard your ringtone, pulling your phone out of your pocket to see abby calling you.

“hey sorry let me take this really quick.” ellie nodded as you got up to walk outside, she saw who was calling you.

“hey babes. what’s up?” babes?? you definitely had a girlfriend, shit. ellie’s head was racing and she didn’t even know why, you guys had known each other for not even 48 hours why was she so disappointed. ellie did the best she could do and mask her feelings, pull back and don’t get involved in this girls life so much.

that’s exactly what she did, once you came back she wasn’t as talkative. she was quiet and let you talk mostly, she stopped the flirty comments and stayed to herself. you didn’t notice it at first until you said something flirty and she didn’t have a remark to it. the ride back home was silent with the soft music of the radio playing, you didn’t know if you did something or not so you left her be and didn’t push. as you got back home you both walked to your apartment, but ellie was behind you she was unlocking her door.

“hey you aren’t coming back over?”

“oh um i got called into work, sorry i didn’t tell you.” she refused eye contact and unlocked her door not letting you say another word. your face dropped at her quickness to get into her apartment. you unlocked your door and plopped down on the couch, you stared at the wall for a second reflecting on the outing thinking about what could’ve happened. you really do not know what could’ve cause her to suddenly stop talking and just run away like that. your eyes wandered the room seeing ellie’s hoodie on your couch, you grabbed it and smelled the piney scent radiating off of it. you felt silly you had barely met her yesterday and you felt like you were mourning a dead family member. you spent 20 minutes debating on texting her, you grabbed your phone and texted her.

(don’t mind the time not adding up lol)

damn these thin walls. ellie groaned as she read your texts, of course she wanted to respond she didn’t know how. you threw your phone on the other side of the couch groaning loudly, almost irritated that she wasn’t responding. you didnt want to rush her to respond or come over so you left it alone, getting up and going to shower to clear your thoughts and then continue to unpack your things.

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it had been a week, a full week of ellie ignoring you. every time you caught her by the mail box she found a way to run away or when you would text her asking if you guys could hang out she always said she picked up a shift or was busy. you gave her the time, now you were really irritated. you just wanted to know what was going on, so you decided to confront her in a place where she couldn’t leave. you got up first thing in the morning and went to the cafe on the corner and got some breakfast for you two, you knew she didn’t have work because it was sunday and her work was closed on sundays. you went over to her apartment and knocked….and knocked….and knocked. you weren’t leaving until she answered.

ellie groaned sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes wondering who’s at her door at 9am. the knocking kept coming and she sighed loudly yelling “i’m coming i’m coming!” she figured it was dina or jesse so she threw on some sweats and made her way to the door. she didn’t care to look through the peep whole and regretted that she didn’t. her eyes widened see you at her door, she didn’t know what else to do so she shut the door but you were onto her and stuck your foot in the door.

“no no you will not shut me out anymore ellie.” she groaned and opened the door again, you squished past her and into the apartment placing the food and coffee on the kitchen island.

“we are going to talk whether you like it or not. i know we barely know each other but i thought we were getting somewhere.” ellie stared down at her feet not wanting to look at you, she didn’t respond, ignoring you this past week felt stupid to her but she didn’t want to become a home wrecker.

“ellie please.” she looked up and finally made eye contact with you, you looked desperate and she felt bad for not saying anything.

“what do you mean by getting somewhere with me?’”

“i like you ellie, like a lot just the time we spent together made me see how fucking cool you are and how i wanted to maybe….try it out, the flirting and shit i thought we were getting somewhere.” you said with a long frown on your face. ellie took a deep breath before spitting it all out at once.

“i wanted to give you space, at first i didn’t know if you even liked girls, and then i saw your books and vinyls you had and put two and two together- i had found your instagram and then i saw you with that girl and then saw you had gotten the call from the same girl and it just confirmed you two were together because of the nickname-“

“wait wait what?” you were so confused.

“yeah i figured since you had a girlfriend i would back off-“ you stopped her with your howling laughter, full bend down tears falling down your face type of laughter. ellie’s face contorted into confusion, why on earth would you be laughing.

“why are you laughing-“ you caught your breath before responding.

“abby isn’t my girlfriend, i just call my friends little nicknames. shes my best friend, plus she has a girlfriend already. i am laughing because you’re so cute for respecting my privacy if she was my girlfriend. why didn’t you just come and talk to me?” all those worries fell right off of ellie’s shoulders, she felt a huge sigh come out of her mouth. she felt silly.

“i don’t know, i just thought it would’ve been easier like this than to confront you about it. i thought i was going to be a home wrecker!” you walked up to ellie and put your hands on her shoulders rubbing your thumb up and down for comfort.

“oh ellie, i would’ve told you that i was taken beforehand if that was the case, im not that much of an asshole.”

“thats such a relief oh my god.” ellie felt like she could breathe again, she recalled what you had said and spoke again. “you like me?”

“yes of course i do els, we’ve barely talked and i haven’t even known you very long but i felt like we had a real connection. i didn’t expect you to just stop talking to me-“ she felt really bad, she should’ve just talked to you.

“i know i’m really sorry, i don’t know what i was thinking. i just really liked you and i just wasn’t thinking, which of course i always do i just-“ you didn’t know what came over you, possibly how hot she looked right now or the fact that you just really wanted to kiss her- you don’t know, but you did. cutting her off with your lips on hers, her hands traveled up to the sides of your face pulling you in closer. you both moved slow not wanting to move away from each other, so engulfed in each others bodies. you were the first to pull away, you giggled at the lipstick stain on her lips.

“wow, that was wow.”

“sorry was it too much? too soon? i just thought it was a good moment, i don’t know-“

“no no dont worry, i wanted it too.” you both smiled still holding each other.

“can i kiss you again?” ellie asked and you nodded your head enthusiastically. she pulled you in and kissed you again, a little more hungry this time for more. she walked you over to the couch and lightly laid you down on the couch, you pulled your legs from under her and placed them around her waist pulling her closer to you. she pulled away to kiss down your neck causing you to gasp feeling her bite your neck a little.

knock knock, you both sit up quickly hearing the knocks on the door. ellie groaned and got up just telling you to just wait there, she walked to the door and opened it. a girl barging in starting to ramble on about work, placing her stuff down on the counter. you were sat up on the couch lipstick smeared and hair messed up, she hadn’t seen you yet.

“hey ellie, sorry to barge in i hope you weren’t busy but work today was just a bitch, my manager doesn’t know how to handle shit so i have to do it. why did they even hire you as the manager if you’re just gonna go and hide anytime something happens like come on really i-“ she turned towards the couch and saw you. you smiled and waved at her not knowing what else to do. she turned to ellie and back to you and then back to ellie and covered her eyes yelling.

“im so sorry, i should’ve texted you ellie. i didnt realize i- im sorry-“ she ran to ellie’s bathroom yelling. “im using the bathroom and when i come back you better have some clothes on and ready to tell me who your new girlfriend is.” she shut the bathroom door and you both stared at each other in horror.

“well that’s dina, my best friend.” she shrugged her shoulders and went to go put some clothes on. this has been an interesting week.

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a/n: i hope you enjoy this!! i’ll make this a series if you guys want that! requests are open and perm taglist is also open!

[arminsumi]

fogging up nerd armin's glasses.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

NOTES: damn i rlly be making my entrance to hell with this 🫡 kidding. ENJOY MY FELLOW NASTY BXTCHES 😈 the poll ain't even finished but i whipped this up in preparation for the armin prompt winning so i can satisfy our nerdmin craving lol

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — nerd armin being pathetic for u until he snaps 'n puts u in ur place and does a full 180 :)

WARNINGS — smut, stereotypes (nerd, popular girl), mean reader / "pathetic" min -> mean min

SMUT WARNINGS — nasty kinky smut, implied experienced reader, namecalling (bxtch — both ways, he uses your own spells against you like some mf sev. snape, slvt,), stereotype kink (?) if that's what it's called, calling him/you pathetic, (mean) (nasty) dirty talk, oraljob (m. receiving), cvm swallowing, unprotected sex (implied taking the pill tho), creampie, dom/sub dynamics (switching), mean reader -> mean armin later, slight overstim, slight size kink, mentions him watching/learning from pxrn + mxsturbating with a pillow, please lmk if i have missed a warning!!

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.2k

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

gold-framed, oversized, round glasses slip down his nose. there's a slight fog gradient creeping from the bottom of the lenses, owed to the searing heat coming from his dampened cheeks.

he's never felt this good in his life and you know it, that's partly why you offered to give him head in the first place. the other reason was to pay him back for helping you study for the past couple of months. he's showed up at your dorm room every weekend, textbooks clutched tight to his chest, back of his hand pushing those round glasses up his nose by the rim. there's faded freckles speckling his face and an ever-present boyishly red blush adorning his cheeks and ears.

that blush becomes more prominent when you have him like this. head tilted back, fistfuls of your bedsheets clutched tight in his delicate hands, head spinning. he's got the most picturesque blissed-out face, a real erotic expression straight out of a hentai. you don't need to even ask if he's ever gotten sucked off before, because the answer is clearly no. no way he has. he is the most straight-laced, uptight student — valedictorian, of course, and when he's not the best in school he's upset with himself. self-esteem so low, but your mouth is doing wonders to bring it back up. because he's receiving a sloppy blowjob from the most popular girl in school.

"oh my g—o–oood that's s-so fuck-fucking good!" he chokes.

the poor boy started out so quiet, able to swallow every moan and erotic noise. but when you really got into it? he lost it. he's been whimpering on your bed with you between his spread legs for an hour now.

"please don't fucking stop — fuck! — please 'm begging you, don't stoppp! yesyesyes fuck, ahhhah — oh my god i'm gonna go crazy if you lick it like that."

you give your jaw a break and pop off his cock, earning a startled whimper from him. he is so fucking pretty laying there, wettened blond bangs stuck to his forehead, blue eyes half-shut, textbook being nudged off by his elbow. and just an hour ago that textbook was being held in his hand while he taught you in that know-it-all voice of his.

now all his voice sounded like was pathetic, and you made sure to tell him that. "you sound so fucking pathetic." you smile up at him. his dick jumps and throbs, precum beads out and you swipe your tongue over his slit to collect it.

" 'm pathetic for you, 'm all for you — ouhhh fuck!" he goes into another lust daze, it looks like he's slipping from reality when your plush lips engulf his cock. and you haven't even shown off your deepthroating skills yet. how is he gonna survive that?

the answer is; he doesn't. he squirts out three hot, thick jets of cum the split second he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. the slight contractions of you swallowing made him let out the most broken, nasty whimper you've ever heard a man make.

you pull off and gulp all his cum down. "jeez, 'min, you moan like a bitch." you giggle meanly. he's absolutely getting off to your dirty talk. he wishes it was right in his ear.

but there's some hidden part of him that wants to throw you into a fatiguing position and bliss you out with some mean strokes. that secret little part of him seethes when you call him pathetic. oh you think he can't make you cum? he could ruin you with his cock. he knows it.

so when he goes home after your 'study' sessions, he watches porn and learns how to stroke right, how to play with that lil kitty of yours, how to lick it how to fuck it and how to ruin it. it's like a study session itself. he even practices with his pillow, thrusting his hips into it, mimicking the rhythm of the pornstar on his screen. practicing his smart mouth on his fist or fruits, learning how to control his tongue better, pretending it's your pussy.

your next few study sessions with him are riding practice.

you're teaching him everything he needs to know to destroy you, and you don't even realize that he's absorbing the information with the intention of using it against you. oh, you like your clit rubbed like that? you like it fast, like it slow? you like dirty talk? creampies?

"you're fucking nasty." he talks back to you for the first time when you're demonstrating how to hit it from behind.

you're caught so off-guard, all you can do is smile in shock.

"what'd you say?"

"nothing." he lies sweetly.

with that, he snaps his hips flush against your ass. those delicate hands that you taught many things to are now squeezing your hips with a nearly bruising grip, just how you told him you like.

those pretty lips that you taught how to french kiss and taught how to eat pussy are now brushing against your cheek, muttering dirty talk just how you told him you like.

"mmm who's a bitch now?" he seethes, cock sinking so deep that you kick your feet around.

"oh m- oh fuck! hahhhh, 'min 'min 'min! f-f-fuck don't stop! don't you fucking stop talking to me like th-that — oh my god that's the fucking spot, right there right there, harder please right fucking thereee!!"

he chuckles behind you, genuinely amused by how you sounded like a bitch in heat. it's like the both of you swapped places completely.

that pretty fat cock pumps in and out at an eye-rolling pace, the deep strokes he's hitting are something you never taught him but for some reason he knows how to do it well. your body slowly feels like it belongs less to you and more to him as he bullies his cockhead into that mushy spot. now that spot really fucks you up, and he learned that quick when you taught him. he listened to your every word and put all the theory into practice.

so that's why you start gushing and creaming around him. there's juices running down your thighs. sweat and heat searing across your bodies. hell, even armin's got your juices running down the front of his thighs as he fucks into you from behind.

"god you're making a fucking mess, have some shame. my fucking cock is getting painted white. 'gonna clean it up for me with that mouth of yours afterwards? yeah, you're damn right you are. uh-huh, i'll call you my bitch. can't believe you fucking like that, you're a fucking freak."

that last line is what makes you cum. oh, that was so funny to him; weren't you the one who used to call him a freak?

"look at that fucking back arch, wow..." he admires breathlessly, expression feral as he approaches his own high. "gonna cum inside, just how you want, 'sure you still want it?"

"yesyesyes! gimme your cum!" you cry, feeling slightly overstimulated with each stroke of his cock. it was so fucking thick, you felt so full that it's all you could focus on. so full. and he was gonna fill you up even more.

"oh my fuckin' god 'm gonna cum in this slutty fuckin' pussy, take it like a good slut — m-my slut, yeah? you're my slut? say it, please. yeah. say it again, 's gonna make me cu- fuck! ohhh god 'm gonna cum. take it, fuckfuckfuck 'cumming, 'cumming mmm!"

armin's never orgasmed that hard, or shot out that much cum. now if you weren't on the pill, you would have absolutely gotten pregnant from that session. he's a boy with breeder balls, that's one of the first things you told him and he remembered it.

he pulls out and relishes in the sight of his cum dripping out and running down your slit.

"that's so fucking beautiful." he smiles naughtily, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm. "hey, up for round two?"

© arminsumi DO NOT STEAL WHAT I'VE WORKED HARD TO CREATE.

[midnightmonth]

My Byler s5 theory

Have u ever heard about the theory that says that mike and will are gonna be in the upside down looking for mike´s little sister who was kidnapped by vecna and that the only way that they´ll be able to beat vecna is bc of love?

In every single season we´ve learned that love is even more powerful than hate and that´s why el have beaten vecna before.

Do u remember that song that was playing when the officers found will´s fake body and mike comes crying to his mom´s arms? It was Heroes by david bowie, now... if we think about the lyrics playing, they have nothing to do with that moment onscreen… but it also wouldn’t be a coincidence if the duffer brothers decided to play the most romantic part of the song there…

This is such a special song for byler, many people speak a lot about it and its connection with byler.

What if when theyre trying to beat vecna, he suddendly posses will and now will fights against mike, but then again… the only thing that can beat hate is love so, instead of being will the one that confesses his feelings to mike just like the majority thinks, mike confesses his to will and tells him about all the good memories he’s had with him just like he did in s2 when will was possesed and then… they kiss, just like the song says. They kiss as nothing could fall.

We all know how hard it was for LGBTQ+ poeple to come out or confess their love in the 80´s and even more if u lived in a conservative town so just like Bowie says, their shame was left on the other side and they’re able to fight togehter against vecna and be heroes.

Now, i know that my theory can sound a little bit fanciful but still, i think there are many chances that this may happen. It would be such a big impact to the audience letting them know that two very different boys that love each other in the 80´s saved the world (obviously with their friend´s help) but mainly being them the heroes of Hawkins 🏳️‍🌈 I mean it would break many LGBTQ+ stereotypes, it would make people more open minded and i think it would be great if mike finally lets know the audience of his true sexuality.

Many poeple dont wish byler to happen bc it would “look forced” but i trust the duffer brothers and i think that they can write byler´s story in the most mature way and that it doesnt look rushed or smtg

[goldfades]

Can you do a fix on Booker where his gf is iffy about him buying stuff for her and always tries to pay her half and how he tries to break her out of it? 💕 luv your writing btw we really need more Dbook writers

hii lovey, thank u sm<3 i love devin sm i actually wanna cry sm, he's just so cutesy yk? i'm so glad u enjoy as much as i like writing!!

Devin hated your obsession with splitting the bill.

It was cute at first—endearing, even. He liked your independence, the way you never expected anything from him, the way you insisted on pulling your weight. It was different from what he was used to, a refreshing contrast to the usual gold-digger stereotypes that came with being an NBA player.

But now? Now it was just getting ridiculous.

Like last week, when he tried to buy you sneakers—something simple, nothing crazy—and you refused to let him pay, insisting you could get them yourself. Or the time he booked a vacation for you two, and you fought him over sending him half the cost for the flights.

And then tonight.

You were out to dinner at one of his favorite restaurants—nothing too fancy, but nice enough that the bill was going to be a little ridiculous. He didn’t even think about it when the check came, just reached for it instinctively.

And then your hand was there, quick as lightning, grabbing at the other side of the black leather check holder like you were about to enter a full-on tug-of-war match over who got to pay.

“I got it,” you said, so casually, like it was nothing.

Devin barely held back a groan. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do,” you insisted, already reaching into your bag for your wallet.

Devin shot you a look. “Are we really about to do this again?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I just don’t want you always paying for everything.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“Because!” You gestured vaguely, searching for the right words. “It’s just—it’s weird. I don’t need you to pay for me, Devin. I have my own money.”

He leaned back, giving you a look. “I know you do. That’s not the point.”

You sighed, your fingers drumming anxiously against the table. “It’s just a thing for me, okay? I don’t want to feel like I’m just—taking from you.”

Devin let out a slow breath, his head tilting slightly, like he was really trying to understand where you were coming from. But also? Like he was trying to figure out the best way to break you out of this.

Because he wasn’t about to let his girlfriend treat herself like a damn charity case every time he wanted to do something nice for her.

And tonight?

Tonight, he was putting an end to it.

Devin didn’t move right away. He just watched you, fingers tapping against the table, your brows pinched in that way they always did when you were overthinking. He knew that look too well.

You were already building an argument in your head, already ready to fight him on this. And that was crazy to him.

Because what you didn’t seem to understand—what he needed you to understand—was that this wasn’t about money. It was about you.

And he wanted to take care of you.

Not because he thought you needed him to. But because it was how he showed love.

So he exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face before sitting forward, his voice lower now. Steadier. “Alright. Explain it to me.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Explain what?”

“This.” He gestured between you two, between the check still sitting on the table, between this entire situation. “Why does this bother you so much?”

You sighed, leaning back in your chair, playing with the edge of your napkin. He knew you were stalling.

Finally, after a long pause, you muttered, “Because I don’t ever want you to think I’m with you for the wrong reasons.”

Devin froze.

For a second, he just stared at you. Then his jaw clenched, something flickering behind his eyes—something that made your stomach twist.

“You really think I’d ever believe that?” His voice was low, almost hurt.

You swallowed. “It’s not about you believing it. It’s about other people.”

Because that’s what it came down to, wasn’t it?

You had seen the headlines. The Twitter comments. The whispers whenever you and Devin were out in public together. Gold digger. Another NBA girlfriend just riding the wave. She’s only here for the lifestyle.

You hated it.

And yeah, Devin had money. More money than most people would know what to do with. But you never wanted that to define your relationship. You never wanted people to look at him—at you—and assume it was just about that.

Devin’s jaw ticked. “So, what? You’re gonna keep splitting every bill for the rest of our lives just to prove a point to people who don’t even know us?”

You flinched. “It’s not about proving a point.”

“Then what is it?”

You let out a sharp exhale, suddenly feeling exposed, like you had been backed into a corner with no way out. “It’s just—it’s weird for me, okay? I’ve always taken care of myself. I’ve had to. Letting someone else do it feels… I don’t know. Like I’m losing something.”

Devin went quiet at that.

His fingers drummed against the table once, twice—like he was processing—before he nodded slowly, leaning back, his dark eyes locked onto yours.

“Alright,” he said. “I get it.”

You blinked, caught off guard by how easily he was letting it go.

“Wait, you do?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I get why you feel like that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “So… we’re good?”

Devin let out a slow breath, his lips twitching—like he was trying really hard to hide a smirk. “No. Not even a little.”

You frowned. “Then—”

“I get why you feel like that,” he said again, tapping his fingers against the check. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you keep doing this dumb shit.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Dumb shit?”

“Yes.” He nodded, casual as ever, fully ignoring the way you were now glaring at him. “Because you’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Multi-Millionaire. Some of us didn’t grow up with an unlimited budget.”

Devin rolled his eyes. “Baby, I didn’t either.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but—okay. Fair point. Devin didn’t come from crazy wealth. He had worked for it. Earned every dime.

“But that’s exactly my point,” you argued. “You earned it. You should get to spend it on whatever you want.”

He gave you an exasperated look. “And I want to spend it on you.”

You paused.

Devin sighed, leaning in, his voice softer now. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“That it makes me happy to do this for you.”

Your breath hitched slightly.

His gaze was steady, his thumb rubbing absentmindedly against the side of his glass. “I want to take care of you. Not because I think you need me to. Not because I think you can’t take care of yourself. But because you deserve to have someone who wants to do things for you.”

You swallowed hard. “Dev—”

“No, listen.” He tilted his head slightly. “You do so much for me. You deal with the travel, the media, the bullshit that comes with dating someone in the NBA. You support me constantly. You make my life easier in ways you don’t even realize.”

You were silent.

“So, if I want to take you to a nice dinner, or buy you a pair of sneakers, or book a trip just because I know you’ll like it—why the fuck would you fight me on that?”

You let out a breath, your frustration softening into something more like… guilt.

Because when he put it like that…

You bit your lip. “I just don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Devin let out a quiet laugh—not mocking, not patronizing, just… fond.

“You think you could take advantage of me?” He shook his head, smirking now. “Baby, you won’t even let me buy you coffee half the time.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

He grinned, leaning forward. “No, what’s embarrassing is you thinking you have any real say in this.”

You peeked through your fingers, frowning. “What does that mean?”

Devin grabbed the check, pulled out his card, and slid it in like it was final. Like this was done.

“Means I’m paying for dinner,” he said simply.

“Devin—”

He held up a finger, stopping you before you could argue. “And next time, I will tackle you if you try to split it.”

You deadpanned. “You wouldn’t.”

His smirk was all teeth. “Try me.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, throwing your hands up in defeat. “Fine. You win.”

Devin just shook his head, amused. “Oh, baby.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, his voice nothing but a murmur.

“I won the second I met you.”

[itsrensfairygardenn]

ᝰ.ᐟ tashi duncan x her controversially young gf

‘cause I love it when my name slips out your mouth / love it when your eyes caress my body / right before you lace your kisses on me

tashi duncan has her life perfectly organized — her routine works like clockwork, schedules are always set weeks in advance; she can easily afford to stay home all year long, living off the enormous amount of money in her bank account and still earn even more without much efforts — because she is tashi duncan, and she’s worked her ass off through her entire career to be who she is now. she’s a living legend, household name in tennis, and her life didn’t become less busy even after her retirement; tashi is always either training to keep herself in shape, or working with her young athletes, that tremble as a bunch of leaves when she looks at them with that famous unimpressed look on her face.

she didn’t need romantic love, because in all honestly, it was the only thing she couldn’t afford; because it’s seemed uncontrollable, intense and untamable, like a wildfire that could destroy her perfect little world. how ironic — she built her kingdom only to treat it like a paper castle.

but when she met you, all her assumptions and concerns turned out to be wrong, because how could you, a little creature, ruin her life? the only thing that you’ve ever ruined was your sleep schedule (she started working on it as soon as you moved in her apartment)

as it often happens, your paths crossed by fortunate accident — as a young journalism student, you found yourself at some random tennis event with your fellow students only for the sake of getting some experience, maybe even finding useful contacts. but everything turned into a mess, and you found yourself being enamored with the view of this insanely hot woman talking about tennis for hours… these hours were absolutely worth the moment of approaching her to compliment her with a tiny sheepish smile on your lips. well, she got enamored by you too.

there is a stereotype that it’s hard to be on the same page with younger people, both because of generational differences, varying viewpoints and, of course, pace of living — good thing that it wasn’t your case. if anything, you’re the one who can’t keep up with tashi’s ‘busy woman’ lifestyle. it has never been a problem, though. you always help her to slow down, to take her time to calm herself down, to take proper rest; tashi, in turn, helps you to organize your life, to live healthier and always be able to keep up with your studies and social life.

you’ve changed each other in the best sense, but of course, some things stay the same — she’s a morning person, and you’re a terrible sleepyhead.

tashi wasn’t surprised when on her way home, driving through the lively streets of the city in its whole morning glory, after a productive gym workout, nail appointment and a small coffee break, she saw her phone screen lit up with a notification — of course you’d just woken up and noticed that she still hadn’t come back.

where’re u :(

you always make her smile when you text her immediately after waking up without her by your side — you can’t function properly without taking your sweet time to kiss her shoulder, neck or cheeks, sleepily reaching for any kind of physical touch. god, she loves you so much; you’re the only thing in this world that can make her be tempted to cancel her plans for the sake of sleeping longer.

as soon as tashi stopped at a stoplight, she grabbed her phone from the dashboard to text you back.

on my way home babe

got you breakfast

and you answered almost immediately

:)

your shared apartment is quiet when tashi enters, soundlessly closing the door behind her — she isn’t even sure that you haven’t fallen asleep again, waiting for her to come back. but once she steps in the bathroom to leave her sportswear in the laundry basket, she notices water droplets on the bottom of the bathtub, paired with the faint scent of your body wash lingering in the air and, of course, wet footprints on the tile, leading straight to the bedroom — she rolls her eyes at this sight.

she catches you in the act, laying in the white swirl of sheets in your unmade bed — you are fresh out of shower, with your wet hair sticking to the smooth expanse of your bare back; she left a lingering kiss there before leaving you in the morning, but now you’ve washed it off, and tashi only wanted to leave even more of these feather-like touches on your skin — to leave faint lipgloss marks on your skin and tickle your sides, only to hear your laughing. you put your book aside, leaving it open on the pillow, and immediately looks at tashi’s figure in the doorway — you’re the sweetest thing she’ve ever seen, still sleepy even after taking shower.

“what has taken you so long?” you murmur, turning over to your side to stretch your arm with a quiet, soundless yawn.

stepping closer to the bed, she holds her hand out to you, showing her freshly done manicure — there’s nothing new, and you can swear that she’s wearing the same nail color for the last ten years — but you still hum in a silent approval, jokingly kissing her hand; just barely touching her knuckles with your soft lips.

“how was your sleep?” tashi asks through a soft chuckle, briefly caressing your smooth cheek with the back of her hand; and you immediately lean into this touch, as if you’re starving for the warmth of her body.

“it would be better if you were here with me,” you are dramatic over her absence, every single day; she has to peel herself off your warm, pliable body, because despite being too deep in love with each other, you still have things to do — you have your morning classes, and she has her own responsibilities.

but today you have no classes, and tashi’s determined to spend the rest of the day with you; even if it means that she will stay in bed, doing nothing for hours.

she leans forward, pressing her knee against the edge of the mattress, and her hand finds its natural place on the small of your back — soon enough her fingers slip under the blanket, caressing the backs of your thighs, so soft to hold, to squeeze and rub with her thumb. tashi trails loving kisses along the length of your back, inhaling the sweet scent of salted caramel on your skin — you look, smell and feel like the sweetest pastry.

“i’m here now, aren’t i?” she whispers against your skin, and you’re on the verge of purring like a well-fed cat. her hands move higher to massage your sides, sliding to your ribs to make you shiver and giggling, because it tickles, and because she’s already kissing your shoulder blades; you think that she’s smiling right now, and you’re so right about it.

you roll over on your back, letting her settle in between your legs to lay on top of you; she wraps her arms around your waist, finally kissing your flushed cheeks, leaving sweet kisses on your lips and quietly teasing you, because you never wear your pajamas, and you’re so drowsy right now — you’ll have to shut her up with your tongue caressing her glossy lips.

soon enough, you’ll forget about your breakfast and it’ll go completely cold — but it doesn’t matter, right? tashi will give you better things to taste.

please don’t take it too seriously, because i’m literally half asleep now, but i have a Bad craving for tashi duncan 🙏🏻 sorry for possible mistakes because my eyes are already closed !

also give the biggest thanks to @diyasgarden for being my partner in crime 🐈🐈‍⬛

[miruac]

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warnings: not proofread, extremely self indulgent, minor atsumu cameo, word vomit. disgusting word vomit.

a/n: guys why are we making fun of osamu for liking food...i think its cute...that means hes a chub hub and his love language is probably acts of service also i go feral for slight chub <3

in highschool he acts like he didnt care

the typical stoic guy nonchalant guy

but when it came to you? EHEHEHE HE HAD A LITTLE BLUSH ON HIS FACE

the first time you guys saw each other was after an assembly

you were cleaning up, and coincidentally it was the end of the day

tsumu and osamu were racing to see who enters the gym first and ended up fighting...

tsumu THREW osamu and he landed at your feet...you literally had to nudge him w/ur foot to see if he was still alive

he gave you the nastiest side eye bc he thought you were atsumu 😭

but when he realized you weren't he got up so fast and apologized so quickly

ok moving on i rambled 2 much

during the talking stage he's still a little quiet

like he just listens but he remembers everything

you said you liked how his bento box looked?

he got it for you

you said you use only a certain type of pencil/pen because you like how smooth it is?

he got it for you

everyone writes osamu as if he hogs his lunch but its his lunch!!! he has a right to!!! its his food!!!

he always packs a little extra just for you to have </3

atsumus starts wondering why the food in the house disappears so fast but when he saw you and osamu he immediately understood

you frequented the convenience store down the street, whenever it was during your lunch break of after practice

if osamu had to rank onigiri, it would be his moms and then the convenience store

and that says smth knowing how picky his tastes are...

during games you'd be on the edge of your seat

ok this may be ooc but i literally see him mouthing 'this is for you' before he serves and he winks in your direction

I THINK THATS FUNNY YOU GUYS

surprisingly he didnt miss

atsumu teased the HELL out of him

would always walk you home even if it was out of his way

literally wouldn't leave until he saw you go inside HES SO PROTECTIVE

speaking of protective it deffo helps he's actually six feet not like those posers

will tower over you and any guy who even dares approach you like oh hes behind you? everybody RUNS

his mom LOVES YOU

shes not like those stereotypical boy mothers like she does care for the twins but isnt OVERBEARING

hc that he hugs his mother whenever he comes home after a long day </333 nothing is more comforting than a motherly hug

his mom gives you that same hug WAHHH SHES SO WARM AND CUTE I LOVE MAMA MIYA(hey sounds like mamma mia)

osamu invited you over bc you two had to study and she got so GIDDY LIKE HER SON ISNT BITCHLESS

she cooked up a FEAST that night

and know you know where osamu got his cooking skills from

the entire time atsumu was silent but he was lowk sulking that he got kicked out of his room and no one paid attention to him that night.....

is clingy

he is CLINGY

his love languages are quality time, acts of service, and physical touch

if hes tired or down in the dumps he'll literally slump over on you

he NEEDS to have a hand on you whenever you're together

even if its like as minimal as you guys linking legs when youre sitting on the couch together that satisfies him enough

my shayla....my shayla </3

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...guys. GUYS. HI!!! im back!!! sorry its been so long, i've actually been so busy with exams and post secondary stuff 😭😭 just recently started rewatching haikyuu during winter break and im back on my osamu brainrot BUT EHEHHEHE HERE WE GO!!!! I HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS ONE

[honeyydrunk]

nct are such fraternity boy college athletes fuckboys coded it's insane !! everyone i see a video of those men with the homosexual tendencies, vaping addiction, and their athletic garments, it really only cements this theory. their disography and music videos add to this too 😔✋ u know 90's love, universe (let's play ball), alley oop, bad alive eng ver.

can imagine them walking around this elite prestigious campus all loud and obnoxious. they know everyone is looking at them and want to fuck them too. they're chronic drinkers, vapers, cheaters, fuckboys. what would get most students expelled, they do on a tuesday afternoon.

nct are mostly made up of foreigners right? watch them walk around the campus as rich international students, some are here on academic or athletic scholarships they don't need. everything they own is designer. playing the 'sorry my korean isn't so good, can you help me?' card, and what they want help with is you sucking their dick.

the korean members aren't any better. they're every single horrible stereotype you hear of korean hongdae fuckboys. will come up to you all sweet and pretty, but they're horrid.

cw for under the cut: they are toxic males

can literally imagine haechan vaping on the college campus, moaning in the back of the class obnoxiously, and pulling the thing where he jokingly asks for your number ALL THE TIME. going to college parties and getting wasted after 3 drinks idk 🤷 ,,, he'd be so whiny and teasing too. bc obviously he's a rude BITCH but he's so pretty and whiny and flirtatious. he's fucking everything in sight, absolute whore!! his body count is triple his age. he'd genuinely try to suck one of his friends' dick and claim it doesn't mean anything because he has clothes on !! 😔✋ he'd be stroking his dick while you're in the room, whimpering your name. the type to get on his knees and beg for any kind of attention from you..

mark lee starting off being a cute college boy canadian transfer but becomes the NOTORIOUS korean pastor's son fuckboy in like the span of 3 months. he'll act real nice, and that's because he is real nice. being super sweet and asking if you want to get coffee with him and study. and he's so good with his words you'll think that's all it is. but then of course, since he's so good with his words he'll have you blushing and giggling as he takes you back to his apartment and gets your clothes off. talking yapping so much you don't even realise what he has you doing, that you're just another girl he's pulled. he'll still be whispering when his face is in your pussy. telling you how easily you cum. "dang girl, wait a lil' can't you?" implying you're the whore,

YUTA yuta is the entire campus crush. the star football ⚽️ player and the rockstar vocalist in a band. has sex with all the groupies that come to his concerts. he's dragging people up on stage to shotgun them while the guitar break plays. absolute heartbreaker. would definitely kick the ball to your head so that when it hits you, he has to go over check if you're alright, take you up to the nurse and wait with you. he is such a liar, it genuinely hurts. lying all the time and making up words and stories left and right. but he smells like cherries and watery perfume !! he tastes like it too. you'll be coming to all his garage concerts just to see if you'll be the one he takes backstage to fuck after. he's like a god, half the time you don't even realise he's a student like the rest of you. he's just an angel sent to have fun and fuck or smth.

jaemin nah he's horrid. he'll cheat on you, and with his cute smile you'll forgive him instantly. 😔✋ he'll spend a little cash dress you in designer, make you cum until you faint, and tell you how beautiful and perfect you are for him. he will genuinely have you thinking those girls meant nothing to him, theyre just a way to vent his stress and you're the only one he loves. and then bro will say he can't stay the night, as he needs to wake up early for training. you agree, obviously. and he left for another girl's house to fuck her too. when you met him he smelled so sweet, and it was someone else's perfume. each of his girls swear they're his favourite of his, and one day he's planning fucking them all in the same room.

JOHNNY SUH? he would abuse the american transfer student status. he walks around without a shirt, soaking wet, and never get pulled up. he's rich too, got bands on his wrist and multiple cars. going on holidays overseas every chance he get and hosting parties every weekend. when you get drunk at one of them, almost falling off the balcony, someone will come up and help you to a chair. he'll take real good care of you, going above and beyond. so you can't let this guy leave when he's everything you've ever wanted. so you pull yourself onto him and ride him while the party rages on inside. make sure his dick feels so good he'll ask for your number. but you don't know that you're the fifth girl who's thrown herself at him that night.

taeyongie ^-^ he's the prettiest guy you've ever seen. bros too sweet and shy to be handing out with the rest of the neo WHORES. he's the leader of a lot of clubs but he mainly sits in cute little cafes. genuinely he seemed too adorable? to be considered the 'leader' of some horrific ahh fuckboys. until you check twitter and you see someone's reposted his MANY MULTIPLE HE HAS A LOT sex tapes. he's surrounded by ridiculously hot guys and girls, and they're passing him around like a joint, and he's begging to be humiliated. they're making him cum so much he crying. he's stronger than most of them but he's letting himself be thrown around like a doll. absolutely wrecked. looking in the camera with pretty black eyes and a slurred voice before someone shoves a cock back in this throat "am i pretty?" zhong chenle is the epitome of the chinese international student stereotype. he's almost never there, never takes off his sunglasses. he has several of those douyin type baddies trailing after him. "you have nice collarbones and pretty eyes, i like. what's your instagram?" he'll be talking with his friend renjun about what yacht he should buy during class. he can buy your affection simply because he's just that rich. will shove his black card down his pants and tell you there's only one way to get it. buys rolex watches so that he can have it on while he fingers you. dresses you in diamonds and he doesn't want to be paid back in cash. qian kun is there on an academic scholarship, but he doesn't need it. he's just that good, the school begs to have him attend. he's not a fuckboy in the conventional sense but he's just as nasty. he wants to have the perfect girl for him, to bring back to his family. he'll look for the most naive but academic girl he can. he's a manipulator. he's trying to mold you into what he wants. he'll replace your entire wardrobe with designer, but he picked out all the clothes. he'll plan cute dates for you every day, but it's to stop you from hanging out with your skanky friends. he'll buy you a new phone, but he's already added software tech to spy on you. in some essences, even though he's not a fuckboy, he's much worse than one.

jisung, like taeyong, looks so sweet. but he's NASTY. he'll seem too quiet to be hanging out with the rest of the dreamie WHORES. so you don't mind sitting next to him in your lecture. but he's just a mix of all of dream. he's good with his words like mark, and he'll have you agreeing to meet at his place EASY. he's too cute to refuse like haechan and jaemin. and then the renjun part hits, silent and sneaky, he'll be doing everything to make you think you're coming on to him. once he finally has you, he'll make a mess of you like a feral animal, the way you've heard jeno fucks. and you realise he's just like the rest of the dreamies, you shouldn't have thought otherwise. he might actually be worse than all of them.

tell me if u want me to make these like a full post or add more characters IM SO CRAZY DELULU RN SORRY xx !! 💋

[mannequinreligi0n]

okay forgive me if this is too specific or something u wouldnt wanna write but perchance some smutty vergil x chubby reader would be rlly nice …. can literally be any type of smut you want idec i just crave more explicit love for the fat girls in x readers on here 😞

Vergil x Chubby/Fat!Reader HCS

Vergil is literally president of the big booty bitches club so naturally, I have to respond to this. NSFW warning.

**Notes are posted at the bottom.

- So in a prev post, I mentioned how Vergil would find full-figured women attractive and I’m RIGHT. Vergil would have a very traditional/instinctual attraction toward people since he’s very in tune with his demonic side. It’s allllll about who’s the best partner for sustainability and health and fertility. Think of the Venus of Willendorf! A beautiful carving of a rounder body, praised for her beauty and ability to provide life. It all ties back to our survival instincts and what we desire most in a mate.

- With that in mind, Vergil would absolutely go for someone thicker. Someone to come home to after a long day of fighting and just meld into.

- Not to indulge the ‘Vergil is possessive’ stereotype, but he IS. It’s definitely not something he’ll display around other people, but in the comfort of your own home, he is touchy and needy. It’s borderline annoying. Constantly laid on top of you, calloused fingers squeezing love-handles and plump flesh like a damn stress ball. ‘Mine, mine, mine’ is all that’s bouncing around his demon brain as he grasps and caresses the soft rolls and round curves.

- I’ve already established Vergil as an ass man, and it’ll only be worse if his partner is lugging around a dumptruck of an ass behind them. He’ll roll you over to your stomach to lay his head on your bottom, gripping and biting marks into the flesh until it hurts to sit. As soon as the hickeys start to fade, he’ll make sure to pin you back down and add fresh ones so there’s a permanent brand of who you belong to.

- Vergil has a certificate of excellence in eating pussy, with a medal in face-sitting. He doesn’t care how heavy you are, how much you protest - he’s holding you down above him by your hips and is smothering himself in your flesh. You think you’ll break his neck? You won’t - and even if you did, he’s a devil! It’ll heal, and he’ll pull you right back down to do it all over again, just so he can feel you ride his face. He’s not letting you off until you’re practically shoving him away, only to reveal that charming, shit-eating smile of his covered in the glisten of your release.

- Having a heavier partner would only mean free workout equipment for Vergil. He’d have you sit on his back while he does pushups, bench press you, carry you while he runs around. It’s a welcome challenge that translates to the bedroom. This man dropkicks demons that probably weigh as much as a car - you bet your ass he’s got you pretzels in his arms, supporting your full weight while he drives himself into you. Something about seeing the pillowy flesh recoil and bounce every time he thrusts back in makes his head feel like he just did whippets.

- Circling back, a lot of this ties into body worship. Vergil is an adoring, devoted man. A true poetic lover. If you don’t feel like an otherworldly goddess being worshipped by a lowly devotee, then something’s wrong. He will literally kiss the ground you walk on, cater to your every need, make sure you feel like the most treasured and beautiful person to ever grace his vision. If he had his way, he’d spend every second of the day kissing every inch of your body and murmuring prophetic proclamations of love and devotion.

**Notes: This would be dependent on the duration of the relationship. Vergil is not a trusting man, so to get him to this level would require the relationship to be long-term. I’ve never seen him as someone who has flings or one-night stands, so if he loves someone, he really loves them and wants to always be with them.