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jaikoyaki · 2 days ago

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And the crowd is…cheering?

//Hogwarts AU//Danielle Marsh x Reader//Oneshot//

SYPNOSIS: Y/N, Slytherin’s ace, was finally learning to keep her cool. Until a Gryffindor Beater pushed too far. One broken nose and two well placed punches later, they’re dragged off the field, only to face something far worse—her girlfriend’s wrath.

WARNINGS: Violence, Minor Injury, language, probably poorly written( I CANNOT WRITE FOR SUNSHINE-TYPE PERSONALITIES AT ALLLL HUUUUUU), toxic ex, and...Dani has a m4le ex🤮🤮🤮

TAGS: Slytherin!Reader, Established Relationship, Hogwarts AU, Chaser!Reader, Headgirl!Danielle, Fem!Reader, hanni is a snitch smhh, can u guys tell i ran out of title ideas?, my first dani fic B)),

WORDCOUNT: 2.6k

I came back from the dead to post this rq

"And it’s another brutal clash between the two teams! Slytherin’s Chaser L/N slips through Gryffindor’s defenses—"

Your grip tightens around your broom as you sprint through the field, heart pounding against your ribs. The wind bites against your skin, but you barely notice it, you're too focused. Dodge, duck, push forward. The game is rough, but that’s nothing new.

You barely register the Gryffindor Beater playing dirty. A few hits? Whatever. That’s Quidditch.

At first, you brush it off.

Until it happens again.

An elbow, sharp, deliberate, rams into your ribs just as you reach for the Quaffle. You feel pain through your side, and you falter, nearly losing your grip mid-air.

"Oof—looks like Gryffindor’s playing a little aggressive today! Not sure the ref saw that one, but L/N manages to recover—"

"Watch it, Slytherin."

Your head snaps to the culprit.

A Gryffindor. Big. Fast. And playing way too dirty for it to be an accident.

He doesn’t even look at you and doesn’t acknowledge the cheap shot.

Your jaw tightens, but you bite back the anger. Let it go. You’re not about to lose your cool over some arrogant Gryffindor with an attitude problem.

You shake it off. Focus. You can take a hit.

But then he does it again.

And again.

Each blow is sharper. Harder. And a little too calculated.

What the hell is his problem?

The slow burn of irritation flares into something hotter. Still, you push through it, telling yourself it’s not worth it.

Until—

"Oops," he sneers, knocking you sideways mid-pass. You barely recover, your grip on your broom so tight your knuckles ache.

"oh!—L/N takes another hit, and—wow, are the refs gonna call that or...? No? Alright then!"

Your patience is actually hanging on by a thread.

The game pushes on, fierce as both teams scrape for every point. The pressure hums under your skin, but you hold it together. For now.

Finally, finally, the whistle blows.

Halftime.

You land hard on the grass, lungs burning as you suck in air. Your teammates cluster together for a huddle, but the words blur past you. You’re still trying to shake off the anger seeping under your skin.

And then you hear him.

"Bit off your game today, huh?"

You turn.

"Alright, we’re heading into halftime with Gryffindor leading, but Slytherin’s still in this! And—uh oh, looks like some... tense interactions down on the field?"

He’s standing there, smirking, arms crossed like a jackass.

You exhale slowly through your nose. Not worth it.

You roll your shoulders and turn to walk away. Let him talk.

But he doesn’t stop.

"Maybe Slytherin’s ace is just getting weak." He tilts his head, voice dripping with mockery. "Or maybe dating a Hufflepuff has you going soft… guess that’s what happens when you trade ambition for… whatever it is she gives you."

Your fists curl at your sides, but you force yourself to stay still.

Don’t do it.

Danielle would kill you if you did.

She’s already told you (more than once) that you need to stop letting people get under your skin. And after the last fight, when you’d shown up with a bruised cheek and an apologetic smile, you’d promised her you wouldn’t do it again.

You can walk away.

"No comment?" He laughs quietly, stepping closer. "Figures. You know, Dani always had a thing for people she could walk all over—"

That’s bullshit.

You know it’s not true. Danielle doesn’t walk over you—if anything, she’s the only person who sees right through you, who calls you out when you’re being reckless, who softens you with a single look. If she wanted someone weak, she wouldn’t be with you.

So, that doesn’t bother you.

But what does?

He called her Dani.

Like she’s his to call that.

Like he still gets to say it.

Like he has the right to.

Not after everything. Not after the shit he pulled, the way he treated her like she was some prize to lose instead of a person to love. Not after he cheated, after he lied, after she told you, one night, curled up next to you, voice tight with something she rarely let herself admit, that she wished she’d walked away sooner.

She’s Danielle to him.

Nothing else. Nothing more.

Your fingers twitch.

Walk away. You can still walk away.

"Oh, and—wait, what’s happening down there? Is that—"

You should—

"OH MY—"

"What the fuck—!"

A sickening crack.

Your fist collides with his nose before you even realize you’ve swung.

He stumbles back, hands flying to his face as blood gushes instantly. The field falls deathly silent.

Then, chaos.

The whistle shrieks.

"HOLY—okay, L/N just PUNCHED a Gryffindor Beater in the face, folks, and—oh, wow, there is BLOOD—"

"L/N!" Madam Hooch’s voice is furious, echoing across the field. "Are you out of your mind?!"

Gasps ripple through the crowd. Your captain is on you in an instant, grabbing your jersey and yanking you back.

"Are you insane!?" she hisses, "What the hell was that?!"

You barely hear her. Your chest is heaving, eyes locked on the idiot still clutching his nose, blood dripping onto the grass.

Danielle’s not here. She didn’t see.

So it doesn’t count.

Right?

He spits blood onto the ground, his eyes narrowing as he mutters through gritted teeth—

"You're so damn easy to rile up. No wonder she ran straight to you after we broke up."

You swing again.

"Oh, for fuck’s sake Y/N!—"

It takes four people to hold you back this time. Your captain is yelling, the referees are losing their minds, the crowd is cheering,

And Hyein—

Hyein, Gryffindor’s Chaser and your supposed opponent, is one of the people holding you back. Which would actually be helpful if she wasn’t also cheering you on.

"Kick his ass, Y/N—NO, WAIT, STOP—okay, maybe just one more—DAMN IT, HOLD HER DOWN—"

Her grip just tight enough to make it look like she’s trying while grinning like this is the most fun she’s had all season.

"Hyein, stop hyping her up!" Haerin hisses, feet sliding against the grass as she's struggling to hold you back along with the rest of your teammates.

"I can’t! This is hilarious—"

And then—

You see it.

Just in the corner of your eye.

Oh, fuck.

Your breath stalls, tension draining from your body so fast that Haerin nearly stumbles from the sudden lack of resistance.

Hanni’s running toward the castle, weaving through students, probably—no, definitely—going to get Danielle.

"You’re so screwed, dude" Haerin mutters under her breath, watching Hanni disappear into the crowd. She doesn’t even bother to sound surprised.

No shit.

Madam Hooch’s grip tightens on your arm as she steers you off the field, her pace just short of dragging.

The roar of the crowd fades with every step, replaced by the loud pounding of your pulse in your ears. Your knuckles still sting.

The room is eerily quiet except for Professor McGonagall’s low, clipped voice.

"—and I need not tell you how unacceptable this is, L/N. Resorting to violence on the pitch, in front of the entire school? Have you any idea how disgraceful this is? Not just for you, but for your team? Your house?"

You keep your eyes on the desk, hands folded neatly like a model student. (You aren’t.)

McGonagall exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"The only reason you aren't facing suspension is because your opponent is still recovering in the hospital wing and can't argue his case." She pauses as her expression tightens. "And because the Gryffindor captain has assured me he will take matters into his own hands should I go too easy on you."

You resist the urge to whisper coward under your breath.

Then—

SLAM.

The door flies open, crashing against the wall. Even Professor McGonagall gets startled.

Danielle.

She stands in the doorway, slightly out of breath, hands clenched at her sides, looking equal parts furious and so done.

You straighten instinctively. The professor’s brow arches.

Danielle exhales sharply and then turns to McGonagall, voice perfectly polite despite the restrained fury simmering beneath it.

"Professor."

McGonagall studies her with a level stare. "Miss Marsh, I do not recall inviting you to this discussion."

"I’d like to take over," The Hufflepuff says, her eyes locked onto you like you’ve personally offended her entire family line.

McGonagall's gaze flicks to the clock. She hesitates. Lips pressed together, fingers tapping once against her closed ledger. The silence stretches just long enough to be uncomfortable.

Then, finally, she exhales, already standing. "Very well," she relents, though there's a distinct note of reluctance in her voice. "But only because I have matters to attend to." A pause, then a pointed glance between the two of you. "And if I hear so much as a whisper of leniency—" her gaze settles on you, "—I will step in."

She turns to Danielle. "I’ll be dealing with them properly once I return. In the meantime, Marsh, make sure they don’t do anything else reckless."

The door clicks shut behind her.

Silence.

Your girlfriend turns to you, arms crossed. She doesn’t speak immediately. Just looks at you. And somehow, that’s worse than all the yelling in the world.

Your throat feels dry as you try to search for something to say, something to lighten the mood—

"Okay, but in my defense—"

Her expression doesn’t change.

You hesitate. The words die in your throat.

"Dani—"

"You promised."

You freeze.

Her voice isn’t sharp. It isn’t loud. But somehow, that makes it hit even harder.

"You promised me, Y/N." Her gaze finally meets yours, dark with something between anger and disappointment. "You swore you wouldn’t get into another fight." Her jaw tightens. "And yet—" she gestures at you, "here you are."

You open your mouth. Close it. You did promise. After the last time—when she sat beside you, pressing ice to your lip, muttering "this has to stop, please"—you swore it wouldn’t happen again.

But—

"He was messing with me the whole game."

Danielle’s expression doesn’t shift. "And that meant you had to punch him?" A beat. "Twice?"

You hesitate.

"It’s not like that."

"Then explain it to me," she says, stepping closer, voice softer now, but just as firm. "Because from where I’m standing, it really is like that."

Her gaze searches yours, and for the first time since she walked in, her anger gives way to something else—worry.

"...Are you okay?" she asks quietly.

The question catches you off guard.

You swallow. Your knuckles flex on the desk. "I’m fine."

Danielle gives you a look, unimpressed. "Y/N."

You sigh. "It doesn’t even hurt that much."

She crosses her arms, shaking her head. "That’s not what I meant." A pause. Then, softer, "I know you, you know? And I know you wouldn’t have done this unless something pushed you past your limit."

Something in your chest tightens.

You exhale, tilting your head back against the chair. "You were supposed to be there you know."

"What?"

"You were supposed to be there," you repeat, eyes flicking to hers. "You promised you’d come. You said you'd try."

Her lips part slightly, but she doesn’t respond right away.

"And then you got caught up in head girl things or whatever," you mutter. "Again."

A flicker of guilt crosses her face.

"I told you I had duties—"

"Yeah," you cut in, bitter. "I know. You always have duties."

Danielle exhales slowly. "Y/N—"

"It’s okay."

You say it before she can. Before she can apologize. Before she can look at you with those warm, honey-colored eyes and make you feel even worse.

"And then he just—" you clench your fists, jaw tightening. "He kept pushing. The whole game. And then he said your name like—like he still had the right to, and I just…" Your fingers twitch. "I lost it."

Danielle lets out a slow breath, rubbing her temples before finally sitting down across from you. The anger in her eyes hasn’t disappeared, but something softer lingers beneath it now.

"You’re impossible," she mutters.

You snort, lips twitching. "Yeah. I get that a lot."

Danielle doesn’t laugh. Instead, she leans forward, voice quiet but insistent. "You can’t do this, Y/N. You can’t keep throwing punches every time someone pisses you off—especially not over me."

You glance away. "I wasn’t—"

She gives you a look. You shut up.

Danielle exhales sharply. "Look, I get it, He’s a piece of...work“ her nose scrunches, like she’s resisting the urge to say something much worse. ”—But you getting in trouble for him? That’s not worth it. You are not worth detention over some loser who doesn’t even matter anymore."

You dig your nails into your palms, jaw tightening. “It’s not about him,” you mutter, but even you don’t sound convinced.

Danielle exhales, shaking her head. “Y/N…” Her voice is quieter now, frustration ebbing into something gentler, something almost tired. “If you keep this up, it’s not gonna be him who ruins things—it’s gonna be you.”

That stings.

You flinch, just a little, but she catches it. She always catches it.

Her expression softens. She reaches across the desk, fingertips brushing against your wrist before she hesitates. "Hey," she murmurs, softly insisting on your attention. "I know you’re mad. I know you think this is about protecting me or whatever stupid thing you’ve convinced yourself of." Her voice gentles, "But I don’t need a knight, Y/N. I need you."

There’s something different in the way she says it this time. It’s not exasperation, not frustration, just something tired, something that sounds like she’s already had this conversation with herself a hundred times before ever bringing it to you.

Your throat goes dry.

"I am here," you argue, but even you can hear how weak it sounds. Like you don’t fully believe it yourself.

She smiles, but it’s small and tired, like she’s looking at someone she’s not sure how to reach. "Not if you keep getting yourself into trouble."

That one really lands. Because she’s right. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? Danielle’s always right, and you? You’re just a mess of frayed emotions, fists that act faster than your brain, and a heart that’s always a little too full when it comes to her.

You glance at the door. "McGonagall’s gonna kill me," you mutter, because making a joke is easier than processing everything she just said.

Danielle huffs out a laugh, shaking her head. "Probably. And I will help her if you pull something like this again."

"I’ll try," you say, because it’s the only thing you can give her right now.

She narrows her eyes.

"I promise," you amend quickly.

That seems to satisfy her. For now.

Danielle stands, smoothing her robes. "Good. Because if you get kicked off the team, I’m not letting you sulk in my common room."

You groan, tilting your head back. "How generous."

She smirks, heading for the door. Before she opens it, though, she pauses, glancing over her shoulder. “You really didn’t have to do that for me, you know.”

You shrug. “I know.”

A beat of silence.

Then, softer—almost like she doesn’t want you to hear:

“…But thank you.”

You smile, watching her disappear into the hallway. Then, your gaze drops to the little folded note she had slipped into your hand earlier. You unfold it, brow raised, only for a quiet laugh to escape you.

Penalty: No hugs and kisses for a month! week!

The word month is hastily scribbled out, replaced by week in smaller, messier writing.

Yeah. Dani’s not even gonna last a day.

Smirking, you fold the note and tuck it into your pocket.

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this-is-exorsexism · 2 days ago

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this isn't something that exclusively affects nonbinary people, but for reasons i'm gonna get into, we're disproportionately and the most obviously affected by this.

whether we'd like to admit it or not: the trans community has a problem with bioessentialism and is at times just as obsessed over genitals at birth as cis people are.

it becomes really obvious when you look at how nonbinary people are grouped into amab and afab, transmasc or transfem. for trans men, everyone assumes they were born with a vagina, for trans women, everyone assumes they were born with a penis. with those terms, it's easy for people to make assumptions about "where they came from", i.e. what genitals they were born with. of course in these ideas, there is no room for intersex experiences.

nonbinary is more vague and doesn't have "built-in" assumptions about AGAB or genitals at birth. and people hate that. i believe it's one of the main reasons why people are obsessed with dividing us into amab and afab.

but many people have realised that this isn't a good look, so instead they divide us into transmasc and transfem. if trans men are assumed to all be afab and have vaginas at birth, then so are all transmascs. of transfems are assumed to all be amab and have penises at birth, then so are all transfems. (note: this is not at all about people self-identifying as transmasc or transfem, but rather about people using them as collective descriptors.) nonbinary people are constantly confronted with questions like "are you transmasc or transfem?" by other trans people, trying to figure out "where we came from". nonbinary people confuse most people, and most people can't sit with that at all. transmasc and transfem as collective terms like this are considered less bad than amab and afab, because at least they don't refer to agab anymore, so we're not allowed to say anything. ignore the fact that these terms are misgendering many of us and painting a linear picture of the gender spectrum.

i'm very sure that this is also why people hate afab transfems and amab transmascs so much. if transmasc no longer automatically means afab, and transfem no longer automatically means amab, then these terms have supposedly "lost all meaning", because whatever will i do if i don't know what genitals someone was born with.

because let's be real, that's what the obsession with AGAB comes down to. you were born with either a vagina or a penis and that will shape all of your trans experiences. once again ignoring intersex people or any sort of diversity in people's upbringing. it's bioessentialism.

and because nonbinary as a label is free from agab assumptions, we're called by these extra terms that we may or may not identify with way more often. not only are we reduced to our bodies, we're also misgendered and/or consistently related back to our agab in the process.

#nonbinary #exorsexism #this is exorsexism

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badhee · 1 day ago

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( 𝟐:𝟎𝟗 𝐚𝐦 ) ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

pairing: bf!heeseung x gf!reader, established relationship genre/tags: fluff + smut, marking, somnophilia, slight dubcon, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, breeding kink, use of word daddy (once), despite the warnings this is actually very soft and sweet imo <3 words: 1.6k

[ note. ] — this won the poll (yayyy!!), i wrote this all in a few hrs so if there’s any mistakes i missed srry haha. also tagging @heebear ❀

The moon looks extra beautiful tonight. Streaks of pale light bleeds into the sheer, ivory curtains— it’s soft, milky glow cascading over your shared bedroom. It was mostly quiet, aside from the whirring hum of the ceiling fan and faintly audible breaths from his left side as Heeseung temporarily rose from the tangled sheets.

It’s already past 2 am, sighing out in annoyance when he checks the time that’s flashed on his phone screen. He couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried, only growing more frustrated as he’s been attempting to do so for the past hour.. Eyes greeting the wall with nothing but empty blank stares, sleep was deemed impossible to obtain by now and as many times he closed his eyes they still wouldn’t remain permanently shut.

He rolls over in defeat once again, facing to the left of him was the most precious and angelic little being he’s ever seen— casting his view over to his sleeping beauty of a girlfriend who’s peacefully dozing off into dreamland. Oh how he’s always been so envious of your ability to fall asleep in an instant.. you were the sleepiest girl that could easily try and catch a nap just about anywhere, and oddly enough, he always found that quality of yours to be quite endearing.

Heeseung could simply stare at you all day with no complaints, he couldn’t help but admire the way you looked in any state you were in, even whilst in your deep slumber. In his eyes, you were the true embodiment of perfection. Looking adorable as ever with your hair splayed all over the pillow, clutching onto your favorite teddy bear that you always went to bed with.

You’re pretty. So fucking pretty.

Though he was unable to physically fall asleep, he surely was mentally exhausted. His brain still a bit foggy, dreading when it’s time to get up in the morning for work when he’s so badly craving a part 2 of the 3-hour fuck sesh you both had the night before. A trail of faint markings were embedded into his chest, some that were barely noticeable on his neck and several scratches left on his back from the aftermath; recollections of your pretty moans echoing throughout the room made his cock stir, getting uncontrollably horny all over again. Too bad you had to be asleep..

It’s like the universe is punishing him, taunting him for some unknown reason. Not only can’t he fall asleep, but now he’s plagued with all kinds of other thoughts and it’s only fueling his insatiable desire for you. The more he thinks about it, the more sexually frustrated he’ll become. He could easily take care of this ‘problem’ of his by doing it himself, right? Sure.. but it won’t be nearly the same. He needs to touch you, feel every inch of you, have you under him with your face all smushed in the pillows as he fucks his cock deeper into you.. or he could simply eat you out until you begged for him stop like he did last time. Either way, all he wants is you.

He gets closer, reaching over to brush some strands of hair out of your face, smiling to himself when you snuggled up into his hand— still sound asleep. Your lips smack together a little, body shifting underneath the covers, completely oblivious of what’s going on. Heeseung slowly lifts up the comforter, revealing your pretty figure, the thin, slip dress you wore leaving little to the imagination. It’s silky fabric riding up as you tossed and turned during the night, completely exposing your lower body. He bit his lip at the sight behold him, wanting nothing more in this moment is to grab your thighs and have them spread open for him. He’d do many ungodly things to you if you were awake right now..

As his hand shifts underneath the hem of your nightgown to caress your thighs, he tries convincing himself that this was as far as he’ll take it. But as more delicate kisses are planted to your shoulder, slowly working his way up to your neck, how you’re lying there so pliantly for him, it only makes him want to do more, see how far he can take this before you actually do wake up. He’s gotten a bit overtly comfortable now as he traveled to your upper body, leaving no surface of you untouched. He’s fondling one of your breasts with his free hand, the pad of his thumb softly grazing over your nipple. You don’t make any sudden movements, still blissfully unaware of what’s happening.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your shoulder, stifling a groan when he grinds his clothed dick against your ass. He’s back to holding your waist, but that didn’t last very long before he gets distracted by something else. Eventually, he found his fingers inching closer to your core, circling your clit over the thin lining of your panties. He hissed at the feeling of how wet you are, even while you’re asleep your body subconsciously adheres to him, as if it knows who it belongs to. He slid the extra layer of fabric to the side, gathering more of your arousal before he plunges one of his fingers inside, watching as it disappears in and out of your dripping cunt. The sounds of your wetness only making him more painfully hard, he’s rutting up against you like a dog in heat and he’s fucking shameless about it at this point. All he wants is to bury his cock between those soft, pretty thighs of yours..

It’s only a matter of time until he finally caves in.. and it wasn’t long before he found himself rubbing his cock along your folds and caught his tip in your entrance, sliding in with ease from how soaking wet you are. He grips you tightly but not enough to leave any major bruising, he’s still gentle with you, keeping your hips flush against his as fully bottoms out, too deep in concentration to focus on anything else. He barely even notices when your eyes slowly flutter awake, a gasp slipping from your breath when feeling the unexpected intrusion, your warm walls pulse around him, adjusting to the stretch. You let out a small noise that might’ve been a moan, a word, or his name, whatever it was— it was the least bit coherent. You were still drowsy and disoriented, but once the initial shock wore off you found yourself relaxing into him again; bathing in his warmth and letting his desires roam free. Heeseung kept groping your tits as he fucks you from behind, lightly twisting your nipple to make you even more delirious for him. You simply could do nothing but lye there and take it, fighting the urge to fall back asleep and the overwhelming pleasure that he’s giving you.

“Baby..” you whisper softly, lazily grinding against him to match his movement, your sleepy voice sounding much cuter, and lot more innocent than the actions he’s performing.

“Yeah?” He spoke in a husky tone, never letting up on his ministrations, his hips snap back and forth, this time with a little more force— but remains gentle with his words. “Is this okay?”

He might’ve been a little late with that question.. but nonetheless, you still appreciate the sentiment of it. You simply respond to him with a hum of compliance, feeling in a state of euphoria as you arch into his touch, feeding off of all the soft praises he’d whisper in your ear. You’d do anything for Heeseung, not because he was just your boyfriend, but because it’s him— you trust him more than anything in this world. There were no limits when it comes to your love.

“Cum inside, please.” You desperately whine, your cunt clenching around his thick cock when he repeatedly thrusts in your sweet spot. You felt so needy for him. You always did. Even as you’re getting dicked down by him right now you still call out to him— begging for more.

Heeseung could feel himself nearing the edge, and your pleas for him to cum inside was only making his high approach faster.. he sighs, “Wan’ me to give you a baby? Make you a mommy?” It might’ve been a question but he already knew the answer, he didn’t need to hear a response.

“Yes, please..” you manage to say as tiny whimpers and moans fall from your lips, attempting to catch your ragged breaths. You don’t care about the consequences that come with your decision, you’ll bear those repercussions later. For now though, all you want is for him to milk every last drop of his cum inside you.

“It’s okay baby, just let go..” he talks to you with the sweetest, honey laced voice, coaxing you through your orgasm, “I got you… daddy’s got you.”

Your mouth flew permanently open, in a cloud-like haze as your own orgasm washes over you, all while at the same time having your insides plastered with thick, white ropes of cum. Your whole body is shaking but you’re brought a source of comfort when several fleeting kisses saturate your back, leading them up to your neck once more to litter faint love bites. You’re left feeling more exhausted than you were before, cuddling with your boyfriend who seems to also be just as worn out as you. Before drifting back to sleep, you hear a soft-spoken exchange, almost undetectable when he mumbles the words against your skin; but you could still make out exactly what was said.

“I love you.”

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pulchraa · 3 days ago

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obsessions

parings; stalker! simon riley x reader summary; his little crush becomes something more. warnings; stalking, language, uh idk. a/n; ive been gone a while.... i had the sudden urge to write this while rewatching the movie thirteen. such a good movie btw. with that, enjoy <3 word count; 0.68k

he watched your dwindling figure linger near the bar. simon observed how you made little faces at the pestering men around you. barely noticeable, but there. you stayed within earshot of your group but also wandered, searching?

nah, what would a cute 'n too shy birdie like you be searchin' for at a place like this? simon thought to himself.

he and his own men sat at a round booth, all cackling and shouting to one another. the hunk grew tired of it at times- all the loud noise and banter made him crave peace, quiet, tranquility.

he turned his attention to his group. once again, joining the conversation. simons eyes wandered, but never too far from his new pet.

simons eyes wander to a man, seemingly headed towards your direction. he watches as the man glances back to his friends, they snicker and cheer him on.

in simons eyes, a man like that could never have good intentions with his bird.

he watches intently as the man comes up to you and introduces himself. simon is close enough within earshot to where he can hear bits and pieces of your conversation. the man introduces himself as arthur. simon continues watching as you and the man talk.

half an hour passes and he notices that you're growing uncomfortable with the man's touch after every passing minute. your eyes glass with fear as you look around for anyone who may be watching. simon would have to be crazy to not notice.

when arthur grabbed you by the arm and tried to pull you away is when simon had seen enough.

"the fucks 'ya problem? she don' want it, mate." his deep voice rumbling through the loud and clammy air. arthur looks him up and down, trying to size him up. simons presence only makes his grip on your arm tighten, causing you to let out a small wince.

your fingers gently attempt to pry his hand off, giving simon pleading looks of help.

"you know him?" arthur's eyes bore into mine, desperate to see through me.

"no... you're hurting me." you whisper to him gently. simons gritting teeth are hidden below his mask. he grabs the man's arm.

"wha'? you think m'fuckin' joking?" after another minute of sizing up one another, arthur backs down. he puts his hands up in surrender, slowly backing up.

"you okay?" he looks me up and down with a hint of concern in his eyes. i nod before thanking him and heading home for the night.

he follows you home that night. mustering up some shit excuse to the rest of the group about how hes 'had enough to drink f' the night.'

of course simon followed you home, he just couldn't leave his pet alone. he had to make sure you were okay, and that no creepy men were following you.

you always had a weird feeling to keep checking over your shoulder. it always felt like you had another set of eyes on you. i mean, it only made sense considering you found weird faint muddy boot prints on your porch. it had been raining that day. they were too big to be yours, and you didn't invite anyone over. at first, you thought it was a delivery guy, but you didn't have any packages on your mat or in your mailbox. hm, odd.

he always lurked. always around making sure you were safe and out of harm's way.

you walk through the grocery isles, pushing the cart filled lightly with items. you stop in front of the bread scanning for the one that looks the most enticing.

a light hand taps your shoulder. you turn to see a familiar face- or mask. "can i help you?" you ask softly

suddenly simon freezes up, is he actually doing this? you wait, your eyebrows raising in anticipation.

"could i get your number?"

the question was unexpected to say the least. a big and burly man like him asking for your number? this was not what you expected. but you say yes, how could his bird say no?

#pulchraa #pulchraa writes #cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon riley cod #ghost simon riley #ghost call of duty #stalker!ghost

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dewwshi · 3 days ago

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princess of mithral hall

#waiter!! waiter!! more catti-brie dwarvish culture content please #she's SOOO fun to draw i can't stop #i like thinking about dwarf clothing...... metalwork THE HOUSE although this design is pretty simplistic #if i actually sat down and tried to do a full traditional outfit design i would have gone more all out than i did here. MORE METAL!! MORE!!#TAYLOR WANT SHEET METAL #can you imagine all the clan battlehammer weavers tearing their hair out trying to figure out how to fit dwarf trad clothing on a human #i neeeeeeed to stop using green as a prominent colour in all my drawings cuz i always end up hating the colour balance LMFAOAO #i'm halfway through sea of swords now and the way catti is written in it is so... weird.......#like she's normal and fun and acting like herself in all of the scenes where it's just her and drizzt #but then if they have to talk to any npc at all suddenly it's like a fuckin batman and robin situation #and drizzt is doing all the talking and catti is just his sidekick that occasionally interjects #it reeeally feels like it should be the other way around and both of their characters suffer #cuz drizzt is supposed to be quiet and kinda shy and cat is supposed to be talkative and extroverted. I HAD THOUGHT AT LEAST #it's such a weird thing cuz this problem was a lot less prominent in previous books #we forgive cuz it's been a couple books since these two were in the spotlight so maybe that's the issue but bob.......#let catti lead a conversation please #well. it's been 1 book timeline wise since they were in the spotlight #but as far as i understand servant of the shard was also chronologically written in between spine of the world and sea of swords #too many fuckin books with s words in the titles #the tags of my art posts are just a place for me to post reading updates i guess #I LOVED SPINE OF THE WORLD BTW REALLY FUN BOOK EXTREMELY FUNNY #we interrupt legend of drizzt to bring you high fantasy hbo euphoria #OK OK ENOUGH RAMBLING #legend of drizzt #lod #catti-brie battlehammer #catti-brie #dnd #forgotten realms

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Omg this is an incredible idea actually i LOVE the idea

OOH and wayne and Ra's bickering via subliminal messaging cause obviously they're not gonna just outright *say* that they both hate eachother and acting all high and mighty and stuff, that is untill Ra's plan goes straight down the drain when Bruce just CALLS HIM OUT ON HIS BULLSHIT IN PUBLIC and DOESN'T beat around the bush and stuff to save his self image and manage to weasel his way out of situations like Ra's probably plans to.

Also also MAYBEEE Ra's would absolutely try to bribe one or two of the batkids or whoever is accompanying Bruce at the time to act sick or something and try to just TAKE BRUCE AWAY FROM A GALA. And the batkid obviously accepts the money, hiding a shit eating grin and does the exact opposite, trapping Ra's with no way to get rid of Bruce at the very least cause what's Ra's gonna do, try and call out a kid in public after getting humiliated by bruce? And well Ra's *could* try and confront the batkid in private (still not sure which one would be there, maybe all of them even, dunno) but HOW'S RA'S GONnA DO THAT IF THEY DONT LEAVE BRUCE?

Getting actively bamboozled and trapped by children. Ra's would probably lose his mind, and it would be incredible. (None of the batkids tell Bruce, by the way. They tell him Ra's tried to bribe one of them. Never tell him *who* so brucie's gotta go on a little murder mystery of his own (and get it wrong))

Also also what about some DOMINO MASK DISGUISES untill they get some actual disguises on hand. ITS JUST GOTTA HAPPEN, right ?

Now here's where paths diverge, while it IS great and I am all on board for Ra's dunking people like a carnival just WHO he dunks is the problem. Cause here's the thing right, I have a feeling that he *wouldn't* just dunk a non believer. That's holy Baja, of course he's not gonna let some non Baja blast person have a dunk, that's HIS free reign. But do you know what Ra's would do ? While it would be fun, i personally think Ra's would have leveraged the pit waters against non believers to get followers. like if someone's family was sick, for example. I think he'd try to gain trust among his followers by *staging* it. We've been talking about evil, but this would be a whole DIFFERENT evil. That shit eating grin while he looks at his OWN followers, battered and beaten just so he can prove a point while he looks uncaring and sets up the carnival style drop.

I don't know if im explaining it well but like where would be the gain in *helping* a non believer would probably be his excuse. He would tell his followers that the pit waters aren't for non believers, and if you want the pit waters, you have to donate to the "great cause" (probably something like healing the entire world idk) and every time belief goes down he just so conveniently happens to have a believer who's looking mighty hurt so he can "help" his people and heal them back up.

Maybe nowadays the ceremony is different. Maybe he's gotta change his ways cause people were getting suspicious and figuring out his scam and while usually he'd just get his abundant goons go "deal" with them, he simply can't afford to anymore considering the amount of people getting suspicious. And he can't risk this information getting out. BUUUT being the person he is, maybe he'd have tiers. Like patreon, yknow. If they donate a lot, then they're higher tier, and therefore he's getting more money and therefore he lets them get a free dunk. What's the harm in a Lil more money after all ? (He never tells them about pit rage. Just throws em in.)

APOLOGIES FOR THE GIGANTIC WALL OF YAP!

Jason: It’s your spleen! You lost an ORGAN Tim, you should have told us!

Tim: So? You don’t have your tonsils, that’s an organ!

Dick: That’s not the same and you kn-

Jason: Jokes on you, my tonsils grew back in the Lazarus Pit so your argument doesn’t even make sense!

Dick, now fully turned toward Jason: Your tonsils did WHAT

#i dont know why this idea is working on my brain #how the hell am i even understanding what im saying #i HAVEN'T READ SHIT.#WHAT IS THIS #im so totally normal about this #mhm mhm #this idea is actually just possessing me at this point i have to #the vibes are IMMACULATE.#also yes with credit im perfectly fine with this idea becoming a fic!#also i do coin the phrase lazarus baptism

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Hi, I saw your post about wanting some bycky requests I may have one.

Could you please write some Bucky x Fem!Reader where the reader is Tony's daughter? You can choose the plot, I kinda like imagining her being a cop or something like that tho

Feel free to ignore if you don't like it ♡

thank you for getting the ball rolling! I always have reader be adopted, just to have the story be more inclusive (and also to help make the age gap less crazy lol) and I also made reader a SWORD agent instead to fit the storyline, but this helped so much, thank you!

Win

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Stark!Reader

summary: Bucky's running for Congress, and he needs a win to help make some change. Y/N's just trying to support him the best she can.

word count: 2799

warnings: reader is adopted, age gap (MCU is in 2027 everyone so by my math reader is like late 30s, Bucky is mid-fourties, but you can imagine it however you want there's no specifics), if you're new here reader calls Bucky 'James' bc i like that and think it's cute, Bucky has some issues, written pre-Thunderbolts movie release so there could be some future inaccuracies

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Bucky knew he could never actually retire.

It was a nice thought, but in practice he hated how fucked the world was, how much he seemed like part of the the problem. It's why he's running for Congress, so he can make a difference in a way that doesn't have anything to do with violence.

He's in a deep in paperwork when she walks in, pantsuit ironed to perfection and a folder of papers he's sure are for him in her arms.

"Mr. Barnes," She smiles, and Bucky's never been more happy to see her. "I've brought some papers from Media, most of them about you smiling more. I told them you shouldn't lie before you've even gotten into office, but they refused to see how smiling could be this big of a problem. So clearly, they don't know you very well." Y/N Stark is a ray sunshine in Bucky's office, and he doesn't know how he got her.

SWORD agent Y/N Stark, adopted by Tony Stark after Nat saved her from the Black Widow program just before meeting Tony in 2008 while she was in Budapest, believing that Y/N had been the last of the Red Room. Y/N had been just 16, and Natasha wasn't in the greatest place to be a guardian. To be fair, neither was Tony, but at least she also had Pepper. Y/N changed her last name before she turned 18, since her parents had given her up as a baby and she didn't like her past defining her. Bucky had first met her when fighting at the airport in 2016, and after they went into hiding Bucky had talked Steve into sending Y/N a package just like Tony had gotten, and she had called. They began dating in secret, as she helped SHEILD rebuild itself as SWORD, and was granted entrance into Wakanda to visit him as he healed from the trigger words. They were finally getting back to where they had been before the snap, when Bucky had disappeared and Y/N had lived five years in grief.

But now Bucky was trying to figure out how to get her to retire and work with him, because he thinks a change might be exactly what he needs to make him feel better. The more he learns about politics, the more he doesn't know how to make the change he wants to.

"Well," Bucky leans back in his seat, stretching his back. He's been sitting all day, a harsh change from his life before, but he honestly likes it. It feels nice to not be conditioned to fight at every second, to be able to relax even just a little bit. "I hope you told them I'm not doing that." He says lowly, and his fiancé rolls her eyes with large grin.

"How did I end up with a hundred and three year old grump?" She asks, walking all the way in and dropping the papers on his desk. Bucky reaches up and pulls her into his lap, pushing her jacket back because he loves to see the leather vest she wears that holsters her gun over the white button up blouse.

"It's actually a hundred and ten." He says. He knows that she knows this, that she knows his actual birthday even if everyone likes to pretend that he wasn't frozen and used by HYDRA for years which makes him actually in his late thirties, maybe early forties.

"Ugh, old man." She says, but her smile is painted on, almost like the opposite of her.

"You love it." He leans his mouth up, and she leans down to give him a quick kiss. This isn't enough for him, and he leans back in to chase her lips.

"James, people actually work in this office. They don't want to see a couple macking in the middle of the day." She says as she gets off his lap, which makes Bucky upset.

"Macking?" He questions, because she's always using these words that he has no idea what they mean.

"Come on, grab your papers and let's go." She doesn't explain the word, instead holding out a hand that Bucky only grabs onto, not letting her pull him up and out of his seat.

"I can't leave yet." He wants to, he really does, but he has so much work to do. The election is coming up faster and faster, and he feels his opportunity to change things slipping through his fingers.

"James," She whispers, yanking on him to no avail. She frowns, and he wishes for a moment that he could just stop everything and go home with her.

"I can't lose." He tells her softly, and she just nods, even though she doesn't fully understand.

"Okay." She lets her hand slip out of his, and Bucky wishes that he could go back to those nights they spent in Wakanda. They were so unrushed, so calm. "I'll see you at home, then." She calls over her shoulder as she exits the room, a smile on her face even though he can hear the hurt in her voice.

"I'll bring dinner." He says, knowing that he always drives past her favorite restaurant. He needs to make it up to her, but she's shaking her head with her lips tight.

"I won't count on it. Maybe we can go out to dinner on the weekend." She says, and he nods in understanding. He's late to get home a lot, but this is important to him. Doing this without Steve, without Y/N's name or money, it's almost like he has to prove that he can make it in society.

"I love you," He says, and when she responds he turns back to his work. It's the last thing he wants to do, but he refuses Y/N's offers to get him a full team with a full New York office. He's going to do this on his own.

He can do this.

When Bucky loses the election, he wishes he could say that he saw it coming.

He knew about the people calling him unfit, knew about how a lot of people thought he was emotionally unstable despite his record of therapy. The people who never forgave him for his crimes, the ones that he was under mind control for, the ones he doesn't even remember committing. But for a second, he thought that they could look past that and see the good he was trying to do. Y/N calls as soon as the news is announced, but Bucky is already packing his shit up and leaving the the office.

When she gets home, his metal arm is disconnected from his body and hidden away somewhere. In his right hand, he has a stiff drink, and he's staring at the tv, on a low volume but playing the news.

"James," She whispers, slipping her shoes off and walking over to him. "I'm so sorry, babe." She tells him, walking onto his couch and folding a leg under her as she puts a hand on his shoulder.

"I wanted to do something." He says, eyes glassy. He doesn't even look at her, but he's not really looking at the TV anymore. "Ever since I fell off that train 1945, my life hasn't felt like my own. I haven't done anything to help anyone. All I've done is watch my own life pass before my eyes, watch the families of people I killed," A tear falls, and his face scrunches as tries to hold it in.

"You helped save the world." She says, not mentioning the fact that Bucky doesn't seem to think that she was a good thing. He's clearly in a dark place right now, and her bringing herself up isn't going to help anything. All these comments from people who have nothing better but to hid behind a screen have him slipping back to before he went to therapy, and Y/N hates this. "You saved those hostages when everything was going down with the Flagsmashers. You are a good man. You have done good things. You can't let these people who think they know your past get into your head."

"I just feel so helpless." He finally looks at her, and her heart breaks. "I saved the world, but did I really make a difference? I didn't sacrifice myself like your dad did. I can't lift Thor's hammer like Steve. I'm not Captain fucking America. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could do this one thing. This one fucking small act. But my life doesn't change. I can't be the White Wolf, because I'm already the Winter Solider." His voice cracks, and Y/N pulls him into her arms. She wishes people could see Bucky Barnes the way she does, the way he loves, the way he cares.

"You would have made a great Congressman." She tells him honestly, pushing some of the long hair he's been growing out away from his face. "And I'm proud of you for trying. We'll find a way to get you to make a difference the way you want to. This wasn't your path, but that doesn't mean that you aren't destined for change." He smiles through his tears, and they share a chaste kiss before Y/N helps him to the shower.

Three weeks later, Y/N wishes she could say she was surprised when she sees Bucky standing in the middle of New York, staring at the Void that Y/N had been sent out to collect data on.

"James?" Y/N screams over the wind, and Bucky's eyes widen. Even if he didn't hear her voice, he would have known because she's the only one that calls him by his first name. She's done it since they met, and every time he asks why she just laughs and doesn't answer the question.

"Oh, fuck." He mutters, causing everyone to look over at him.

"What?" Alexi asks loudly, never one for subtlety.

"What on God's green earth do you think you're doing here?" She asks, walking up to Bucky. She feels the need to slap her fiancé, hit him with the new ring he got her, but she controls herself.

"Y/N," Bucky starts, turning around and looking at her. The metal arm is reattached, his tactical suit on. When she left his morning he was still asleep, but she did know that something was different lately. This problem they were having with a super human who had insanely terrifying void powers, and they had basically no information about them. She had been so busy that she didn't have time to figure out why Bucky was acting different; she naively assumed that he was healing after his loss. He walks closer to her, trying to keep their conversation private.

"I swear," She looks beyond mad, and Bucky knows everyone is watching them. "I have too many thoughts right now to fully articulate how I'm feeling." She tells him, and he knows he deserves this.

"I meant to tell you," He truly did, but he just never felt like there was enough time. This was conversation that required more tact than he thought he had at the moment. It's not that he was trying to lie to his fiancé, but he knew he wasn't actively telling the truth.

"Are you gonna introduce me to your new friends?" She asks sarcastically, waving at them all around Bucky's body. She recognizes Natasha's sister, Yelena, but that's about it. As she scans the rest of the group, however, she sees another face. "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me." She says, watching John realize that she's locked in on him.

"No, no, no, Y/N, please, just let me explain," He grabs her around the waist when she starts to march over to him, because while he would never underestimate her he also knows that John is a different person with the serum in him.

"John fucking Walker, James? Really?" She yells, loud over the quiet, deserted street.

"James?" Yelena repeats with a small smile, and Y/N turns her murderous glare to the ex-Black Widow.

"Who the fuck are you people?" She asks, letting Bucky turn so he's facing the team and on Y/N's side.

"We're the Thunderbolts!" A large Russian man in a red yells, smiling widely. Y/N blinks, then looks at Bucky.

"That's not our name." He says to her, as if that actually matters.

"Oh my God," She whispers, because she's not sure what's actually going on anymore.

"I am Yelena. We've heard a lot about you, Y/N Stark." Yelena says with a smirk, and Y/N forces a tight smile. She puts emphasis on the last name, because even though they only knew each other briefly, Y/N had met Yelena in the Red Room once or twice.

"Thanks for the introduction. As for the rest of you, except off brand stars and stripes over here, could you please tell me what this is?" She asks, because she figures her fiancé isn't going to tell her now.

"We're a team." A girl in a completely grey suit says.

"Like the Avengers!" The man in the red suit yells, and Y/N turns to Bucky.

"No." He disagrees, and she just nods, eyes closed. "I swear to you, Y/N, I have tried to tell you, but I didn't know if you'd understand. I just, I needed to do something." And she gets it. She knows that he's been having this issue, and she knows it had to have been hard for him to tell her.

"I'm still mad at you." She says with a sigh.

"I know." He smiles, putting a hand on her back and pulling her forward to kiss her forehead. "Now, you should get out of here. We can take care of this." He gestures to the giant Void that was looming in the distance.

"I have to do my job, James, I can't just,"

"You can join us!" Red suit says once more, and Bucky turns to glare at him before Y/N can say anything. She jumps in, not wanting to deal with the threat that is probably going to come out of Bucky's mouth.

"I have a job. But this seems like such a great group." She says sarcastically, aiming it at John, who scowls.

"I am not that bad." He argues, and Bucky has to grab her arm to ensure she won't jump him.

"I don't think anyone has lost a job faster than you fucked up being Captain America, you absolute shit stick." She tells him, which clearly strikes a nerve.

"You wanna talk about losing Captain America? Are we sure Bucky here was your first choice?" John has that smirk that Y/N wants to slap right off his face, but she's not sure he wouldn't kill me.

"Are you kidding me?" Yelena yells over them, and Y/N knows she should feel like a scolded child, but she just feels rage at John Walker. "There's a goddamn Void behind us that is eating people, and you two are fighting over the fact that he annoys you?" She looks at Y/N, who is somehow even more angry

"Yelena, I don't know if you're mad at me because N,-" Bucky is placing his right hand over her mouth, knowing exactly what Y/N was about to say and how she was going to single handedly take this team down. Everyone was very volatile, and he knew that the slightest thing could set them off.

"Please, just let me handle this? I'll see you at home." He is not above begging, and he knows he has to in order to get her home.

"I was sent here for a reason." She argues, because she's not gonna let her man stop her from doing her job.

"By the time you get what you need, we'll have taken care of this. So just go home,"

"Do not tell me-"

"Y/N, please." He finally looks at her with big eyes, and she is trying to hold her ground.

"This is my job, James. Ya know, the job that pays for our apartment." She's not mad anymore, because she knows Bucky just wants to protect her. But she won't back down without a fight.

"What if I pick up dinner?" He sweetens the pot, and she sighs.

"If you're late, Barnes," She threatens, leaning up to kiss him. He smiles at his win.

"I won't be." He has no way of knowing if he'll be late or not, they both know this, but it's the thought that counts. She gives him one more kiss and then walks away, listening to the conversation between the Thunderbolts.

"Who woulda thought Bucky had a sugar mommy." John says, and while Y/N can't see it, she hears Bucky's fist meet his face and Yelena's laugh.

"You deserved that." The Russian man says, and Y/N couldn't agree more.

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bytemee · 2 days ago

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chapter six. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — yu jimin.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — longing/kinda have a tad bit of angst but not really, smut (gulp), g!p reader, and let me know if there's more.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 5.9k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— wow man i said 6k and it ended up being 5.9k am i a liar...manager name reveal wooooooo

taglist (open) — @sunshinez4 @gtfoiydlyj @yuyuy90 @liaponderstings @rinapomu @bimkayd

series masterlist. main masterlist. prev. next.

it was 2 am while jimin laid in bed, her face illuminated by the soft glow of her phone. her schedule started early tomorrow, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

not when you were on the other end of the line.

your voice had grown quieter over the last hour, words slurring slightly as sleep began to pull you under. jimin had teased you about it at first, laughing softly when you denied how tired you were, but now the only sound was the soft rhythm of your breathing.

you had fallen asleep mid-sentence, and she couldn't bring herself to hang up.

instead, she stayed there, her thumb gently tapping the screen, staring at your contact photo—a smile she knew well, the one she loved seeing in person. it made her heart flutter even now, even at this late hour, even with the miles between you.

she didn't want the call to end.

but she knew it had to.

"goodnight," jimin whispered, her voice barely a whisper, "i'll see you soon."

she reached for the stuffed animal you gave her, the one she kept close, its scent still lingering faintly despite the weeks that had passed.

it was she and mr. flopsy against the world.

she wanted to be closer to you; she wanted to hold your hand; she wanted to be the one that you went to when the nights were cold, the one who you could call whenever you were having a bad day. she wanted to be the one that made you laugh, the one that made your eyes light up. she wanted to be the reason behind your smile.

and she wanted you to want that, too.

she bit her lip, replying to all of the messages you had sent her yesterday that she never got around to answering. one by one, she typed out her responses, smiling at your silly jokes and teasing you back. but after a while, the conversation lulled, and she was left staring at her screen, trying to find the right words to say.

"good morning <3!"

"i hope today is better for you."

"fighting!"

she sent the message, her thumb hovering over the screen, wondering if she should add something else. but nothing seemed good enough. she sent the message, her thumb hovering over the screen, wondering if she should add something else. but nothing seemed good enough.

not the heart at the end, not the silly selfie she'd attached, not the encouragements. nothing could properly convey the emotions swirling inside her, the thoughts she couldn't seem to keep contained.

she couldn't stop thinking about you. couldn't stop wanting more.

was she being selfish? was she asking for too much?

she wasn't sure. all she knew was that it felt like a part of her was missing when you weren't there. like a piece of her had been stolen and taken halfway across the world, and the only thing that could fill the void was seeing you again.

she just hoped that wasn't too much to ask.

"hey, you gotta get up…like now."

the sleeping figure didn't move.

with a sigh, they gently shook the figure's shoulder, trying to get them to wake up. but the person just let out a sleepy groan, shifting slightly in their bed. "come on, we have a busy day ahead," they urged, hoping the person would finally stir.

after a few more attempts, the figure finally opened their eyes, squinting against the morning light. "get the fuck out, jamie." you grumble at your manager, pulling the covers over your head.

"no, i'm serious, y/n. you missed your session that was booked for this morning." you let out a groan, burying your head deeper into the pillow. you didn't care about the session. all you cared about was how good your bed felt and how you desperately wanted to stay there all day.

"i don't care." you mutter.

jamie sighs, shaking his head. "y/n, you have stuff to do. we have a photo shoot in a couple of hours, and if we don't leave soon, we'll be late. please just get up."

"can't you reschedule the photoshoot?" you try, even though you already know the answer.

"no, i can't," jamie says firmly, crossing his arms.

"but i don't feel good," you whine, and you can almost feel the eye roll.

he's silent for a moment before speaking again.

"whoa, three messages from jimin." you lift your head slightly, the mention of the idol catching your attention. you quickly reach for your phone, unlocking it to see the notifications from jimin.

"whipped bastard," jamie mumbles under his breath.

"shut up." you fire back, not denying his statement as you read through the messages. you were whipped, and you didn't even try to hide it.

"just get ready, please. i'm gonna order you some coffee." he finally relents, and you smile, giving a lazy thumbs-up before he walks out of your bedroom, leaving you alone.

jimin's eyes widen. she tries, she really does, to fight the smile on her face, but she can't. it's useless. the grin grows bigger, her dimples deepening. the universe finally seemed to be on her side as her manager revealed the news.

"we're heading to la next week to film the 'whiplash' music video," she said casually, but jimin didn't hear much after "la."

all three of her member's heads turned towards her, the smiles and smirks on their faces impossible to ignore. her members glance at each other, trying not to laugh at her expression. but ningning fails, a squeak leaving her mouth, and she immediately covers her face with her hands, trying to hide her giggles.

jimin narrows her eyes at ningning, already feeling the heat creeping up her neck. she's buzzing with excitement at the thought of seeing you again, but her members' reactions make her want to shrink into her chair.

"what? nothing to say?" winter teases, her tone playful, as she leans into jimin's personal space. jimin uses her personal defensive mechanism and swats her friend away, trying to act unbothered, but she is so far from unbothered.

"nothing to say about what?" she shoots back, trying her best to sound indifferent. her voice wavers just enough to give her away.

giselle hums knowingly, raising an eyebrow. "uh-huh. sure, unbothered queen. we believe you."

jimin groans, burying her face in her hands for a moment before straightening up, her usual composure returning. "focus," she mutters, pulling out the group leader card.

the teasing dies down eventually, and as soon as the members are distracted, jimin pulls out her phone. she doesn't even hesitate.

guess who's coming to la next week?

across the globe, you're just finishing up a long photoshoot. the last camera clicks finally signal the end, and you stretch your arms, shaking off the fatigue.

"that's a wrap!" the photographer announces happily. the crew erupts into chatter as they start packing up their equipment, and you stretch your arms above your head, feeling relieved. you're ready to go home and sleep for a hundred years.

"great job, y/n," the stylist says warmly, stepping forward to smooth down the soft button-up shirt you're wearing.

you glance down at the shirt, fingers brushing over the fabric. it was so soft, like butter. you couldn't remember the last time you wore something this comfortable. you hesitate for a moment before looking up at her with a sheepish grin. "hey, uh… is it okay if i keep this?"

the stylist pauses, then bursts into laughter, her knowing look making you blush. "go ahead. it looks like you're already in love with it."

"oh my god, i love you," you gush, clutching your hands together. "thank you!"

she waves you off, chuckling as she steps away to finish organizing her kit. you quickly slip the shirt off, folding it neatly to keep it clean while you change back into your own clothes.

as you step away from the set, jamie, your manager, catches up to you, a coffee in his hand. he gives you a once-over, taking in your appearance. "how was the shoot?"

"it was fine."

"you hungry?"

"always."

"great, let's grab a bite."

you raise a brow at him. "isn't there another thing i'm supposed to do after this?"

"not today." he answers, taking a sip from his coffee. "or for the rest of the week."

your eyes widen. "really?"

he nods, a knowing look on his face. you narrow your eyes. "wait, is this a pity thing?"

"what?" jamie shakes his head, scoffing. "no. it's just a little break. you've been working hard, so you deserve it."

you blink at jamie, skepticism etched into your expression. "you're giving me a break? just like that? no strings attached?"

jamie rolls his eyes. "yes, y/n, believe it or not, i'm capable of basic human decency. now, let's go grab food before you pass out."

still, you study him for a moment longer, looking for any signs of a trap. finally, you shrug, accepting his answer. "fine. but if you spring a last-minute meeting on me tomorrow, i'm holding this over your head forever."

"duly noted," jamie says dryly as he ushers you toward the exit.

as the two of you step into the crisp evening air, you fish your phone out of your pocket, curious if jimin has replied. sure enough, her name lights up your notifications, and you feel your heart do an embarrassing little flip.

you bite your lip, rereading the message as a small, giddy smile tugs at your mouth. you quickly type back.

you hesitate for a second, then add a smiley face before sending it off. as you slide your phone back into your pocket, jamie catches your expression and snorts.

"you're absolutely unbearable when you talk to her," he teases.

you roll your eyes. "and you're unbearable all the time, so what's your point?"

he laughs, shrugging.

"keep talking, and i'm cancelling dinner," you add, just to be a brat.

four entire days passed.

the anticipation was eating you alive.

you tried to stay busy, but remember. you were given a full seven days off, so that meant nothing to do. the days dragged on, each one feeling longer than the last. you couldn't wait to see her again.

every time you thought about it, your stomach twisted in that nervous, fluttery way you hated admitting you liked.

when jimin finally told you her flight details, it took every ounce of self-control not to drop everything and drive to the airport to meet her. instead, you played it cool—or at least tried to.

the day she landed, you kept your phone close, checking the time obsessively and jumping at every notification, thinking it might be her. you knew she'd have a packed schedule as soon as she arrived, and she'd probably be exhausted because of the long flight, but you couldn't help hoping she'd reach out sooner rather than later.

she texted you briefly after landing, letting you know she'd made it safely and promising to see you soon. you replied with something casual, though your heart was racing the entire time.

the next day, friday, dragged on endlessly. jimin was out with her group, spending time with them, as it would be the only full day they got to themselves before filming the music video the following day. by the time nighttime rolled around, you were pacing your living room like a caged animal.

and then your phone buzzed.

are you free tonight? i can come by now.

your heart skipped a beat as you read the message. you quickly sent her your address, typing it so fast that you had to backtrack and fix a typo.

i'm free. come over whenever you're ready.

i'm so excited.

me too.

i can't wait to kiss you again.

i miss your lips.

…

you're making it very difficult to not just run over there.

not being very fair right now >:(

sorry, not sorry.

just get over here.

when your doorbell finally rang out, you sprang from the couch, moving so fast that your socks betrayed you on the hardwood floor. you nearly toppled over but managed to catch yourself on the wall, your heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with your near fall.

with a quick breath to steady yourself, you turned the doorknob, and there she was.

jimin stood on your doorstep, dressed casually in a hoodie, sweats, and a cap, her hair pulled back into a low ponytail. she seemed worlds away from the polished idol everyone else saw, yet this version of her left you utterly speechless.

for a moment, you could only stare, drinking her in. she smiled, a dimple popping out, and that was all it took for you to regain control. you opened the door wider, stepping aside to let her in, and she hurried past you, the whiff of her perfume lingering in her wake.

"long day?" you asked, even though you already knew the answer, closing the door behind her as she set her bag near the entryway and pulled off her cap. your cap, actually, but you did say she could have it.

you watched her like a hawk as she nodded and ran a hand through her hair. "yeah, but i had fun."

you swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. jimin, however, seemed perfectly at ease, slipping off her sneakers and padding further into your home.

"it's nice here," she commented, looking around.

"it's cleaner than usual," you admitted with a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of your neck.

she laughed, her smile deepening. "you didn't have to clean for me, you know."

"i didn't," you said quickly, but her raised brow had you cracking a grin. "okay, maybe i did. a little."

"do you want something to drink? or eat? i've finally been free to get groceries—"

"y/n," she interrupted, her hand catching yours mid-ramble.

you froze, looking down at where her fingers brushed against your own before meeting her gaze again.

"i'm here for you," she said softly. "not food. not anything else. just… you." your breath caught at her words. did she know the effect she had on you? to make your heart pound so hard it almost hurt, your stomach twists in knots, and your mouth dry out like you had been dehydrated for weeks?

if the knowing smirk on her face was any indication, yes. she did.

you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly thick. "well, okay then."

the two of you moved slowly, cautiously, like two animals circling each other for the first time. her eyes flickered down to your lips, and a shiver ran through you. she bit her lip, hesitating for just a second before reaching out, her hand cupping the side of your face. her thumb grazed your bottom lip, her touch feather-light.

you leaned into the touch, closing your eyes.

the tenderness of her touch made your chest tighten.

your eyelids fluttered open.

she was watching you, her gaze soft and affectionate.

it was as if the weight of the past few weeks had suddenly disappeared.

as if it didn't matter. nothing else mattered except the way she looked at you. her hands moved to cup your cheeks, and then she leaned in. her lips met yours in a gentle and loving kiss, and you sighed, melting into her touch.

you can't believe it's been almost three months since her touch.

three months.

"hi," she whispered, her voice thick.

you let out a small chuckle, the sound more breathless than you intended. "hey."

her lips curved into a smile.

that's nothing compared to how long you'll have her, but it feels like a lifetime. your head spins, your pulse racing as you try to comprehend the fact that she's here, right now. with you.

she pulls back for a moment, her eyes searching yours, her gaze never wavering. you stare back, transfixed by her beauty.

her thumbs gently caress your cheeks, and then she kisses you again, deeper this time, more urgent. your hands move to her waist, tugging you closer, pulling her into you with a desperation that mirrored her own. she responded eagerly, her fingers balling your shirt in her hands as she deepened the kiss even further.

heat flooded your body, and your skin tingled.

god, it had been too long.

"i missed this," she whispered against your lips, her voice breathless.

"me too," you murmured back, tilting your head and capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. she moaned softly into your mouth, and the sound sent a rush of pleasure through you, the heat pooling low in your belly. when the two of you finally broke apart, both panting and flushed, her lips were swollen, and her eyes were bright.

"i don't ever want to go that long without seeing you again," she admitted.

"me neither."

you gave her waist a little squeeze before reaching for her hand, leading her toward your bedroom. "come on," you said, grinning. "you've never seen my place, right? let me show you around."

jimin grinned. "lead the way."

the tour started in the living room, which was sparsely decorated. you hadn't bothered with much beyond the bare essentials. you didn't spend much time at home anyway, and you didn't care to decorate.

"this is the couch where i crash when i'm too lazy to move to my bed," you said, patting the back of it. there were a few pillows tossed around and a blanket draped over one side, clearly well-used. "also known as the nap kingdom."

jimin nodded seriously, pretending to take notes. "nap kingdom. got it."

you walked to the little bookshelf by the window. "and here's where i pretend to be cultured." a mix of books, old magazines, and random knickknack's filled the shelves. one corner had a plant that was either thriving or barely holding on—it was hard to tell.

you gestured to the far wall. "i keep the tv over there. mostly for background noise and when i feel like binging something. and then over here," you pointed at the kitchen area, "is the land of the fridge."

jimin chuckled.

"it's my second favorite place in the house," you explained. "the first being…" you paused for dramatic effect, pointing at the ceiling above. "my room!"

she laughed again.

you led her down a hallway that stretched far longer than most would expect, the space lined with artwork—some pieces you'd picked up while touring in europe, others gifted by fellow artists. jimin's gaze lingered on a few, a small smile on her lips.

your bedroom was at the end of the hall. the doors were tall, dark wood with brass handles. you pushed them open with a small flourish. "ta-da."

the room was massive, just like the rest of the house. the king-sized bed took up a good portion of the space, the covers rumpled and pillows scattered. a plush rug covered the hardwood floors, and more windows lined the far wall. the view from here was even better than the living room's, and you could see the sun setting over the city below.

there was a seating area near the window with two armchairs and a small coffee table. you had an open walk-in closet to one side, with floor-to-ceiling shelves and rows of shoes. and in the corner, next to your nightstand, sat an acoustic guitar you hadn't put away yet.

"i didn't get to make my bed, but… welcome." you turned back to her with a sheepish smile.

jimin chuckled, her eyes soft as she took in the space. "i think the messy bed's part of the charm."

you grinned and flopped onto the bed without a second thought, sinking into the plush mattress.

"best part of the tour," you joked, spreading your arms out dramatically like you were making a snow angel.

jimin laughed and followed your lead, collapsing next to you with a bounce. she landed close enough that your shoulders brushed, her hair splaying out across the pillows. she sighed happily.

you turned your head to look at her. her eyes were closed, a content expression on her face. it felt like everything had fallen into place, like this was where she belonged. like the past three months had been a dream, and now you were finally waking up.

her eyelids fluttered open, her gaze meeting yours. she smiled softly. "hi."

you couldn't help smiling back. "hey."

she let out a long, deep breath before turning her head towards you fully. your bodies faced each other, heads resting on pillows. she reached out, her fingers trailing along your jawline. the touch made your heart skip a beat, your skin tingling.

jimin tilted her head just slightly, closing the distance. her lips met yours gently, hesitantly, and you melted into her touch. she pulled away after a moment, only to kiss you again, deeper this time.

you sighed against her mouth, savoring the warmth of her lips, the taste of her tongue. she tasted like mint and coffee, sweet and earthy all at once.

you kissed her back eagerly, your hands cupping her face as she pulled you even closer. her fingers wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you in tight, and you could feel her body pressed against yours, like she didn't want any space between you. she made a noise of approval when your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until you were tangled together.

she gasped as you shifted your weight, rolling so that she lay beneath you, her back flat against the mattress. your lips never left hers. you trailed kisses down her jawline, along her neck, and she arched her back with a breathy moan, her nails digging into your shoulder blades.

her scent filled your senses—floral and sweet, mixed with something spicy—and it made your head spin. your hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every line, every inch of skin you could reach. she squirmed beneath you, panting as she tugged at your clothes, urging you to remove them. you complied, discarding the fabric on the floor.

when you pulled away from her, she whimpered at the loss, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark. you sat back on your heels, kneeling between her legs, admiring the sight of her laid out beneath you. her hair was tousled and mussed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen. she looked beautiful.

"y/n," she muttered, suddenly embarrassed by your lingering gaze. she tried to cover her face with her hands, but you grabbed her wrists, pressing kisses to the inside of each one.

"what is it, love?" you asked, the nickname slipping off your tongue without thinking.

she stared up at you, her eyes searching yours for a moment before she pulled you back down into another heated kiss, her hands tangling in your hair, her tongue sliding against yours.

"please," she murmured against your mouth, her breath hot.

"you have no idea how much i've thought about this," you said, your hand rising higher, resting just underneath the band of her bra.

"you don't know how much i've thought about you," she whispered.

you pulled away slightly, just enough to look at her. "yeah?"

she nodded, a playful glint in her eyes.

"tell me," you whispered, pushing her hoodie upward to expose more of her skin, pressing a solid kiss in the middle of her torso. "how often did you think of me?"

she swallowed, her chest rising and falling as her breaths came in short bursts. "too often.

you hummed, your hands falling to either side of her hoodie, tugging it upwards. she helped you, raising her arms so you could slip it off her. "and what did you think about?" you continued; your lips found her skin again, pressing a line of kisses up her abdomen.

her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back against the pillow as a shiver ran through her. "everything," she breathed, her fingers curling in the sheets.

"everything?"

"i thought about the way you looked at me when we first met, how your eyes crinkled when you smiled, the way you always smelled, the way you laughed." her voice dropped to a whisper. "i thought about the way you kissed me."

"i thought about you too," you murmur, your hands roamed her body, caressing every curve. you tugged her bra off, exposing her breasts. "all the time," you added, taking in the sight of her breasts pouring out of her bra.

your thumbs rubbed her nipples, her eyes closed. she let out a sigh, her back arching, pushing her breasts into your touch. "please," she whimpered, and the sound made your entire body tense, the pressure between your legs becoming almost unbearable.

but that didn't matter. you wanted to please her, to make her feel good, to let her know how much she meant to you. how you also think about her every single passing second of every day; that you were basically like a dog who waits eagerly for its owner's attention and affection.

her hands gripped your biceps as her hips bucked against yours once more. you dipped your head, taking one nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her areola before moving to the other, sucking lightly and then harder.

"fuck," she gasped, her nails digging into your skin as her body writhed beneath you. you continued your ministrations, alternating between sucking and teasing her nipples with your teeth, eliciting delicious sounds from her lips. when you released her breasts, she groaned at the loss of contact.

"y/n," she pleaded, her voice pleading.

"shh," you murmured, kissing her stomach again. "let me take care of you." you sat back on your heels, tugging at her sweats until she lifted her hips, allowing you to slide them off along with her underwear.

"is this okay?" you asked, kissing her hip, your eyes locked on hers. she nodded, and you smiled, your arms wrapping around her thighs, your fingers gripping into the flesh of them. you lifted her legs over your shoulders, bringing her closer to you, and her hips bucked, her hands gripping the sheets.

"yes." she breathed.

the next thing she knew, your tongue was sliding up her wet slit, teasing her clit. she cried out, her hands immediately finding your head, gripping a handful of your hair, tugging it hard enough to make you groan. you didn't care, though, because she was wet and slick and sweet, and god, it felt amazing to finally taste her after all this time.

you lapped at her folds, tasting her juices, savoring every drop. she moaned, her hips bucking against your face.

the taste of her on your tongue was intoxicating; the pressure of her hands in your hair was intoxicating; to have her here, in your home, with her body responding to yours was more than you ever could've hoped for.

"fu-fuck." she moaned, her thighs squeezing around your head as your tongue worked her, a long whine following suit. "oh god, fuck."

her eyes closed, her head rolling back, the tendons in her neck standing out, her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. "that's it," you encouraged, the sound of your voice making her shiver.

"y/n." she moaned, her grip tightening even further.

"more," she pleaded.

you gave her what she asked for, pushing two fingers into her, the sound of her cry filling the room, but that was nothing compared to the warmth of her around your fingers, the way her muscles squeezed and pulled, wanting you deeper inside her.

you could've lost yourself in that feeling, the heat, the tightness, the raw desire emanating from her. you wanted nothing more than to feel her come undone beneath you, the knowledge that it was your name on her lips, your hands on her body, the image of her coming apart for you burned into your brain.

"y/n."

her voice was raspy, low, and full of want, and it shot through you like lightning. your movements became faster and deeper, her breathing heavier as she struggled to speak.

"please. don't stop."

"i won't." you vowed.

"make me come, please."

you had never seen anything more beautiful. the way she arched her back, the way her eyes clamped shut in ecstasy, it was a sight to behold. "yes, yes, yes." she cried out.

her body was writhing underneath yours, her muscles tightening, her mouth forming words, but none of them coherent. it was like her entire world was collapsing, and she was grasping onto the only thing that mattered to her anymore, you.

"i'm gonna…"

and then, finally, she reached her peak, her hands leaving your hair to clutch the sheets as she rode out her orgasm, your name spilling from her lips over and over again. you didn't want her to stop. you didn't want this moment to end.

"oh god, oh god, y/n."

it was so fucking hot.

her chest heaved as she came down, her body trembling, her eyes still closed. she stayed there for a moment, basking in the afterglow. to be completely fair, these weren't her intentions on coming over. jimin would've been fine waiting. it was all up to you. but this? this was so, so much better.

"are you alright?" you ask, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"perfect." she sighs, opening her eyes.

"good."

her gaze is soft, full of tenderness and adoration, and she's looking at you like you're the only person who matters in the entire universe. you're sure the look on your face mirrors hers, because how could it not? how could you not be utterly and hopelessly in love with her?

you're soon tangled up again, your bodies pressed together, limbs intertwined as you try to get as close to each other as possible. there's nothing else you'd rather be doing. both bodies bare with your eyes locked, hearts beating as one.

your hand rests on the side of jimin's waist, your mouth agape as you kneel between her legs, the feeling of your cock pressing against her folds making you shiver. "is this okay?"

"yes," she whispered, her voice shaking. "i want this."

the two of you are connected by an invisible thread; every time you pull away, it tugs at you, drawing you back into her orbit, and you can't help yourself. the air between you crackles, electric. your eyes never leave hers as you slowly push into her, watching for any sign of discomfort.

her breath catches when you fill her completely, and you pause, giving her time to adjust. she takes a deep breath before nodding. "keep going," she says softly.

"i'll go slow."

you press another kiss to her forehead, and she sighs, closing her eyes. you start moving inside her, gently at first, trying to find a rhythm. her hands immediately reach out to find yours, lacing your fingers together and holding onto you tightly.

"fuck," she moans, squeezing your hand.

"feels good?"

"so good," she breathes, trying her hardest to keep you in her sights because you were a sight to behold. a selfish thought of being the only person to see you this way popped up in her head and she wanted nothing more than to hold that title forever. your hair messy, your lips parted and swollen from kissing, and sweat beading down your body. you were beautiful, and you were all hers.

"how are you so perfect?" she whispers, a hand leaving yours and reaching up and cupping your cheek.

"i'm far from perfect," you laugh softly.

"you are to me." oh.

her words send a shiver down your spine.

her words send a shiver down your spine. you're not sure how to respond to that, but luckily you don't have to, because she pulls you down for another kiss. it's slower this time, less urgent. her tongue slides over yours as her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper into her, and you groan into her mouth. she swallows the sound eagerly, biting your bottom lip and tugging on it lightly before letting go.

your head ducks into the crook of her neck, her scent overwhelming you. "jimin." you murmur against her skin. she responds by running a hand through your hair, her nails scratching your scalp, taking the opportunity to pepper kisses on the side of your face and neck.

the rhythm of your thrusts grows faster and deeper, the tension building, coiling in the pit of your stomach, and you're struggling to maintain control, not wanting to end everything too soon. her body is flush against yours, her hips rising to meet yours as you rock into her, her breath hot against your ear.

"you're doing so good, baby," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. "so good for me."

those words alone nearly undo you, and you moan, burying your face deeper into her neck, her praise washing over you like warm water. she knows what it does to you, and she uses it against you, whispering encouragements, telling you how beautiful you are, how much she loves feeling you inside her.

your hand slides down her body, reaching between the two of you to find her clit. she gasps as your fingers brush over the sensitive nub, her grip tightening in yours, her legs squeezing tighter, her toes curling.

you continue to work her clit as your thrusts grow erratic, and you can feel her tightening around you, her muscles beginning to contract. her body writhes beneath yours, her back arching, her moans getting louder and louder until she lets out a broken cry, her walls clamping down on your cock, and you can't hold back any longer, a white-hot burst of pleasure shooting through you as your climax crashes into her.

her name falls from your lips as she comes undone beneath you, the two of you reaching a high that's impossible to describe, the pleasure overwhelming and intense, sending waves of euphoria throughout your body, leaving you breathless and panting. you ride out your orgasm together, holding onto each other tightly, never wanting to let go.

after a while, the two of you eventually separate, the need to catch your breath becoming too much. she lies beside you, her head resting on your chest, her hair splayed out across the pillow. your heart pounds beneath her ear, and you're sure she can feel it, too, but neither of you mentions it.

instead, you wrap your arm around her, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"y/n," she finally mumbles, her eyes still closed, her body relaxing into yours.

"yeah?"

"i don't want this to end."

you pause, your fingers freezing mid-trail on her back. you don't want this to end, either. not now, not ever. the thought of it twists something deep in your chest. you want her in your life, in whatever way you can have her, even if that means settling for stolen moments here and there.

"i don't either," you admit softly.

jimin lifts her head slightly, her lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, she looks like she might cry. instead, she lets out a shaky breath, leaning in and pressing her forehead against yours, her nose brushing against yours.

suddenly, her head lifts again. "then let's not," she says quickly, her words tumbling out in a rush. "i know it's not that simple, but we can… i don't know. we can make it work, right?"

the desperation in her tone, the way her eyes search yours, the way her breath hitches, it all hits you in a wave. how much this means to her, how much you mean to her. she doesn't want this to end any more than you do, and that's enough.

you brush a strand of hair away from her face, offering her a small smile. "i want to. more than anything. but it's going to take effort—real effort."

"i know," she says, nodding a little too quickly.

"but we're good at effort, right? like, we both put our all into everything we do. why can't we do that here, too?" she pauses, searching your eyes as if looking for reassurance. "i just—i don't want us to lose this because of, like… logistics or schedules or whatever. that's so stupid. we're better than that."

you chuckle, and she glares at you, a fist jokingly threatening to punch your arm. you raise your hands defensively, trying not to laugh, which only makes her pout more. it's hard to take her seriously when she looks so cute.

"we can. i'll do anything it takes."

her face softens, and a smile spreads across her lips. "me too."

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Thinking of nerd!gojo rn... buckle in this one’s long.

(A hint of desperation, a dash of awkwardness, a liiiiitle bit of self indulgent sadism 😉, eventual smut; this is a college AU)

Minors do NOT INTERACT.

Satoru’s reading his physics textbook for an upcoming project- although there is one problem, it’s a partner project- in college too?!Oh this can’t be the downfall of the great 6’3 academic weapon- and what is it?

You of course!

Satoru stumbling over his words when you need to physically look up at him from the demonstration table, twisting wires into place for the sparks to fly in order for the reaction to be set off, his eyes lingering a bit too long on the fresh manicure you’ve gotten. wondering how those pretty little fingers would look wrapped around his cock.

“Satoru, are you okay?” You ask him, he nods rather quickly avoiding eye contact with you. Does he hate you or something?

You knew he was a little shy but he was relatively normal whys he acting like this towards just you?

You walk back to your dorm that day, the little interaction still bothering you from earlier.

Settling in for the night and ordering a pizza going about your evening routine when you get a text from him.

Hey, I know it’s a bit late but I genuinely can’t figure this part of the project out, the cables keep short-aging out and I can’t figure it out maybe you could come over and we can finish it? If that’s not a problem or too much I totally understand.”

On the other end satoru is definitely trying to get the project done, but he just wants you.

Needless to say you’re knocking on his door pretty quickly after that text.

“Hey, come in- you want any tea? I just made some.” He offers, pushing his glasses up, his white hair messy and a black hoodie pulled over a pair of grey sweats.

(Authors note: yes I know what I’m doing😈)

“Oh! Yeah of course thank you.” You reply abruptly, whys he acting so different is this all an act? What’s he up too? And why are your eyes wandering…

No. Project.

He hands you the warm cup of tea, the almost done project on the bar next to you both.

“So what do you think is the problem with it?” You ask him, sipping from your tea looking up at him through your lashes- ugh he’s so awkward he might not get the hint.

And he hopes you don’t notice the growing bulge in his pants.

“I-um I was thinking it was this copper wire here…” he trails on and on blabbing about this and that and all your pretty little self is thinking about all the different positions he could put you in.

“Yea I think it’s that let’s fix it.” You hand wanders to the frayed wire, carefully picking it up and cutting it, loose ends are no good; adjusting the board and the metallic battery next to it and…!

The battery over heats on you again. It overheated again, burnt itself out and your fingers in the process.

“Shit!” You yank your hand away from it quickly, “dammnit I put the battery on backwards.” You curse yourself internally for not noticing, but he’s already up and going to the bathroom, soaking a cold washcloth for you, grabbing some ibuprofen and a bandaid for your fingers.

“Sator-“ you’re cut off when he comes walking back in with the supplies, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Must’ve hurt, this should help.” He takes your left hand, wrapping your two fingers in with the cold washcloth, handing you the medicine in tandem with his soothing voice, “here I heard you should cover it with a bandaid so it doesn’t get infected.” He mumbles something else incoherently and your standing there damn near shell-shocked; when was the last time a man has gotten up to do something for you so quickly without you even noticing?

“Thank you satoru, you’re so sweet.” You smile at him, he lets go of your hand, his touch leaving a permanent mark on your fingers, not burning but, a reminder.

He returns the warm smile in return nodding at you, “of course, it’s the least I can do.”

The night carries on, you guys take a break from the stupid project, deciding to add the finishing touches next class, the two cups of tea in the sink, bandaid now discarded and your fingers now not numb, and the tv on and you two lounging on the sofa laughing at the tv on in the background- of course he let you choose the movie, you’re so cute he can’t say no.

You both eventually get quiet, the intimacy of the moment getting to your heads, (finally😛) his hand sneaks up your waist, pulling you closer in with your nails toying with the waistband of his sweats, teasing and tugging them down slowly.

“You- satoru I don’t know if we-“ he shuts you up, his lips crashing into yours in a hot desperate kiss, you can feel the emotion and desperation behind it, his actions immediately going straight to your dirty little mind, returning the kiss just as hungrily, shirts being thrown on the floor, revealing his surprisingly strong physique, something you never expected from all those damn baggy clothes he wears.

Your hips start grinding against his erection, your pussy absolutely soaking wet, begging to just be fucked already.

“Satoru please I- hah need you so bad.” You whine, clinging onto him with his fingers hastily dragging your shorts off of you.

“Cmon girl fuuuck makin this s’hard for me.” His face is flushed, eyes low compared to your Bambi eyes begging for him to do whatever he wants. Not what you expected from him but it’s not doing anything to turn you off, the wetter the better😉.

He makes quick work of the rest of his clothes, his pants and boxers now on the floor, his erection springing free, looking almost painful at this point with pre cum leaking out of his fat mushroom tip.

“Toru- I don’t know if it’ll fit.” You coo teasingly, you know that tall skinny guys supposedly have a big dick but you didn’t believe it until now- when it’s literally in your hands, stroking and teasing his cock with your pretty nails.

His breathing is fast and shallow, his hips stuttering up into your hand with his hand covering his mouth in an effort to muffle his needy moans from echoing through the high dorm ceilings.

“Wanna cum Toru?” You tease him, leaning down to lick and tease the head of his cock with your mean tongue, swirling it around his tips with your hand working the base of his cock, slick, wet noises filling the room mixed with his barely muffled moans and you little giggles escaping from your lips.

“F-fuck oh my god girl just- oh fuckfuckfuck I’m gonna cum”

His eyes roll back and his mouth forming an O shape when he finally cums all over your tongue, sticking it out for him to see his own release before swallowing it and showing him your lewd expression, tongue lolling out looking up at him innocently makes his dick twitch, still painfully hard.

“Fuck girl makin this hard f’me hah?” He pants out gripping your hips meanly and flipping you onto the couch ass up with your head buried in the pillow, tearing off your skimpy panties to reveal your soaking wet pussy, slipping a finger down your soaked core, your arousal coating his fingers and connecting a wet string from the tips of his fingers to your sensitive clit.

“Toru please f-fuck.” Your hips move desperately backwards towards him, but his strong arms hold you in place, not letting you move. His glasses fogged up tossing them to the side for now.

“Cmon baby y’know we gotta take it easy right?” He coos in your ear, his left hand pushing down the middle of your back deepening your arch for him, putting a pillow beneath you to support you.

“W-what nonono please!” You whine out, eyes teary from waiting and his fingers lazily toying with your clit, where the hell did this attitude come from he’s such a shy beard outside of this what posssed hi-

Your thought are cut off when you feel him slowly push into you, a gasp escaping your lips you knew he was big but fuck- the stretch.

So good, making your nails dig into the soft fabric of the pillows beside you, right before he slams the rest of his cock into you a wet slap echoing through the room, in turn the sudden movement knocking the wind out of you and making your eyes roll back- he hit that spot so fucking perfectly, the curve of his dick is like it was made just for you.

His pace gradually picks up, hitting that sweet spot over and over making your high pitched moans definitely within earshot range of anybody walking down the dorm hallways.

“Ya like that? She so loud f’me huh, that how bad you wanted me baby?”

His words flow from his lips low and smoothly, your fucked out dazed expression a stark contrast to the moans of your name behind you as he fucks into you desperately, feeling the coil low in your belly about the snap you reach behind him tapping him and moaning out his name in ecstasy begging for him to slow down.

This only spurs him on more, his cock twitches only growing harder while he’s inside you, fuck you feel so good to him, so perfect.

“Oh you’re not done yet right? Weak right around… here?” He slows down his pace teasingly then immediately rams into you making you almost scream out in overstimulation, only fucking into you deeper and harder.

It’s not long before the overwhelming sensation clouding your mind making your mind go blank, clear white fluid soaking the sofa beneath you.

He’s still going?

His breathing becomes uneven “holyyy fuck girl gonna make me hah- cum”

He cums quick and hard, filling you up to the brim, his seed spilling out of your core , halting his pace and fucking it right back up into you, holding your poor body up for support; he hasn’t even taken your bra off yet.

“Wanna take this to the shower?”

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 2 days ago

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Yuji and Nobara sweatdrops but they were worried knowing Megumi was pissed. Seriously pissed wondering what and how they are going to explain this to him.

"Yes! What... happened?" Kamo became worried and maybe hoping to mediate this. Momo and Kamo look at Noabra and Yuji who are doing hand signals.

Rioto who didn't get the signals laughs, trying to put up a confident front, "Well..we encounter high-grade curse!" He grins while Daichi is now conflicted in either running away or maybe explaining the reason why the building is in smithereens.

"A high-grade curse?" Kamo widens his eyes slightly. Rioto smiles, "Indeed! Me and Daichi sensed it and went to investigate it!"

"............"

"The both of you?!" Kamo asked. Rioto nods, "Yes! It was a difficult battle but we managed to take it down! We believe it's the source of the problem in the village! So no need to thank us!' Right, Daichi?" Rioto nudges his elbow at the trembling flame sorcerer.

"Hahahaha..." Daichi begins to laugh nervously. "The curse uh...tried to get us and we fought our way out of the situation! T-t-that's all!" He answered, hoping he didn't get punished for this. Maybe he should of run!

Nobara and Yuji said nothing still trying to signal the two to get out of here NOW!

'Yes..yes yessss!!! He's going to kill them! Finally so blood!' Sukuna laughed evily in Yuji's head.

'Crap crap crap crap crap....' Yuji can tell Megumi was furious.

'They are soooooooooo dead..' Nobara thought scared.

However, Megumi said not one single word but the upper part of his face was dark showing he was.....angry. However, a slow smile shows upon his face.

"Ah..I see. Well, given the look around, you two did take out the curse.....even with leaving mass property damage and even scaring the people near by....that's such good work." he laughed that made the others scared. Why did he say it like that?

"So...Maybe I should...reward you two. You did such a good. Job. I figure I can reward you." he smiled in a disturbing way raising his arms up, his eyes closed but the left one twitching.

Nobara and Yuji gulps to see they his shadows slowly growing.

"So....Here is your reward...I hope you like it." he said showing some hand signs. That's when a swarm of rabbits show up but their eyes were glowing red.

"W..w..wait Megumi! Lets just calm down for a bit! They got rid of the curse...so that's a win right?" Yuji said rushing over laughing nervous.

"True! I'm sure they were just trying to help?" Nobara said scared. However Megumi looks to them smiling.

".........True...but it's fine..I am sure you two won't mind having a reward too. You can help them.." he said happy that the two pale again.

"Eh?"

"So....I hope you enjoy your reward.." he said in a evil tone.

"It will work!" Rioto said this with great confidence, "After all..." He grins and starts to cackle, "I will show the full force of the Kirin Squadron! I will conquer this area and defeat the curses in this area!"

"Rioto...don't get too carry away now." Kamo reminds him. Rioto clears his throat. "Right." And with that, frost eagle takes flight searching for the curse in the building complex.

Megumi said nothing hearing this yet his arms were crossed. He was doing his best not to smack him upside the head. However, he just remains calm to sigh.

~~~~~~~~

"He does sound like a nice guy though." Hana smiled agreeing with him yet she was remembering what she heard of his adventures with Rioto. Miko blinks hearing about the two destroying a building!?

"Uhhhh.."

~~~~Flashback~~~~~

Daichi and Rioto were laughing as they high-fived each other after defeating a high-grade curse. They heard a crash. They look back at the damage from the battle they were in.

"Oh man..." Daichi gulps a little.

"What's the problem!? We defeated a curse! Isn't that good?!" Rioto grins.

In a moment...

"Is what good???"

A very cold yet angry voice was heard but a few was shocked. Both Yuji and Nobara's eyes were wide seeing the mess and destruction in front of them. However, they grew pale seeing how angry Megumi was.

"Kisho.......Rioto...Explain." He said in a more deadly voice. However, the other two were trying to signal the two to run! Run for their lives ASAP!

#IC #rp reply #silver roses #cursed baby buddies; a backfired mission #jujutsu kaisen au #yuji itadori #the cursed vessel/jujutsu sorcerer of the damned #megumi fushiguro #shadow jutusu sorcerer/chimera snake #nobara kugisaki #voodoo doll jututsu user/the cursed nail witch #gojo satoru #limitless cursed user/strongest jujutsu sorcerer #chunibyo-x-sorcerer #peahen mom: yeah it was nice knowing you two Rioto and Daichi

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kabr0ztrousers · 2 days ago

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Love your work, new fan but big fan, I have an Idea for a centaur x fem criminal story

Basically she has a bounty on her head and can't go through the city gates to escape, a centaur offers her a way out, but she has to be strapped to his underbelly while he wears a centaur sized robe/coat/whatever to get past the guards.

Also she has to take her armor off so theres no sound of chainmail to give them away, so she's totally nude under there, nothing between her bare pussy and the centaurs cock. Which was exactly what the centaur wanted all along ;3

Kabr0z Writes episode 51: Daring Escape

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: dubcon; noncon; size difference; belly-riding; creampie; implied impregnation; cum inflation

A/N: This one looks like fun! I always love a centaur being involved, especially when I can make them as downright unpleasant as Hellenic myth depicts them.

They're meanies.

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The job went near flawlessly. You broke into the castle, cased the joint, got to the war room and learned which routes the army would be travelling. Once the rebellion gets that, they'll have the King by the balls and finally turn the tide. One problem: they saw your face on the way out. Now you're here, in a stinking cistern, propping up a thieves' guild bar. A head full of priceless intel, that you can't risk getting out, only a dwindling handful of copper to your name, and no way out of the city gates.

You could try sneaking out over a wall, but the wards would stop that short. Maybe try sneaking into a grain carriage? You shook your head, no faster way to get a spear thrust through you. You motioned for another drink. You're dead if you stay, dead if you try to leave. You might as well be dead with a bellyful of whatever pigswill grog they serve here.

A man sat on the stool next to you and spoke "Ever heard of the Wizard Porthos?"

The sign, you knew the response "He rules over Doissetep"

The man nodded, and got up. A piece of parchment lay where he was sat. You palmed it, casually finished your drink and went to an alcove, looking like just another drunk going for a piss.

The light was horrible here, but the enchanted ink glowed ever so subtly: "Seek the hunter under the moon"

You had another round, then left the cistern. It was already night out, but this wasn't the moon you needed. Picking your way across the city you found it. The temple of Luna. Empty at this time of night but for a figure, shrouded in dark. You slid through the door, chainmail clinking gently as you padded in on soft-soled shoes. Your turn to speak this time. "Ever heard of the Wizard Porthos?"

The figure rose. A centaur, the shape of a bow slung across his broad back. "He rules over Doissetep"

You relaxed. Either this centaur was in the resistance, or the whole operation had huge problems

"I hear you need a hand getting out of the city? I'll help, but it won't be easy, or particularly dignified"

You nodded at the centaur. What could you do but hear him out?

"I have a sealskin, when the weather looks bad I wear it. It comes down to about my knees"

You could see where this was going "So you strap me to your belly, and we just walk out?" It was genius in its way. Centaurs hate passengers at the best of times, so checking underneath one's cloak for a fugitive just seems silly. Hopefully the guards would have the same thought process, and even if they didn't, you'd have a four hoofed companion to help run you out of danger.

"One snag though. I heard your armour when you walked in, that'll only be worse when you're under me. I can get it smuggled out separately, but it won't be on you."

"I didn't exactly bring a change of clothes" you weren't supposed to be in the city more than a couple of hours, so luggage wasn't a consideration, besides, travelling light made more sense in the wilderness.

"So you'll be naked. Suck it up, Buttercup. And get some sleep, you've got a big day tomorrow."

You couldn't afford not to take his offer. Laying down next to him, you got as much rest as you could.

It was raining the next morning, the cold predawn light seeping in through the windows. The man from the cistern was there, carrying several loops of rope, a hessian sack and a sealskin. Everything you'd need.

You started to strip. Months in the resistance had beaten any bashfulness out of you, and so you didn't mind the two men seeing your naked body. You could still feel their eyes on you, your boyish hips, slim waist, small tits, not to mention your long, muscular limbs. You glared at them as you stood in the chilly air, feeling your nipples harden in the cold as they started fastening ropes around the centaur's chestnut-furred torso

At last it was time for the finishing touches. You, then the sealskin to hide everything.

"Face up or down?" The cistern man looked over at you "I reckon down, it's a little less comfortable on the limbs, but you won't have a faceful of fur."

You nodded. You've never done this before, but if smuggling resistance members was these people's trade, they probably knew that they're about. Climbing under the centaur you allowed yourself to be tied into place.

The ropes were rough, and itched as they strung around you. Your arms were bound backwards, bent to follow the contours of the equine body, your legs open and lifted behind you, knees bent and ankles secured above. The rest of you was held on with loops of rope, keeping you tight to the centaur and taking some weight off your limbs.

Finally came the sealskin. It hid you entirely, padding disguising your silhouette and the skirts preventing you seeing anything but the flagstones below you.

You heard the cistern man say something to the centaur, but couldn't hear what. They both laughed then the centaur started to walk. He wasn't wrong about your armour. Even trussed up as tight as you were to the horse belly, you were being fiercely shaken. Chain would have been so noisy you might as well have given yourself up.

So you watched the cobbles pass below you. The sound of the rain echoing in your ears as it got heavier. At least you were staying dry under here.

You noticed something. Hanging down from between the centaur's back legs. You stifled a gasp to look at it, his huge semi-hard member dangling down. It swung to and fro with the movement of the trotting centaur, occasionally rearing up to be perilously close to your vulnerable crotch. You could smell it. The warm, tangy scent of his unsheathed member invading your nostrils, moistening your lower lips. It wasn't going down. It gathered length with every swing.

It swung up, pressing against your cunt. Again and again. It pressed hard against the entrance. You felt yourself moving, the centaur was shaking himself, shimmying you down. The expertly tied knots allowing you to slide towards his crotch, cinching tighter and stopping you going the other way. Little by little the flare of his cock was pressing harder and harder against your opening, the steady trickle of precum lubing your hole.

It went in. You stifled a yelp. Who knows what was around you, alerting a guard would be lethal.

Still, the shaking pressed you down. Inch by inch the cock pushing in, your cunt not having a choice but to accept it. You bit your tongue, desperate to stay silent as the cock twitched and pulsed in you. You could feel the flare on the end growing, pressing outwards inside you.

The centaur's chest tightened. His cock stiffened and his hips bucked. Hot liquid started flowing into you in waves. The flare held it in as your womb filled. He stayed hard. You could feel it stuck in you. The flare was receding, but the thickness of it let the cum inside.

You shuddered, the feeling of fullness was sending waves of pleasure up your body. The taste of blood filled your mouth as you bit down harder, cutting your tongue on your teeth, desperately trying not to moan.

Voices "Off out today, are we?"

"Hunting. I expect to be back before nightfall"

"Damn poor weather for it"

The cock pulsed in you again. You clenched your body against the urge to moan

"Best time for it. Scent doesn't travel as well in the rain"

"Very well. Wait here."

Another twitch of your cunt, another throb of that cock. Every time you moved, it moved. Every time it moved, your cunt clenched on it. You could feel your eager body trying to milk the huge cock inside you, even as you desperately tried to think of something, anything else.

You ran over the battle plans in your head. The cock throbbed, and you couldn't focus. You planned your travel once you got away. The centaur shuddered, and your thoughts became phallic. You tried to remember the faces of your family back home. Your cunt clenched. The flare surged outwards. Again, cum flowed into you. You felt your skin stretching. The cock plugging you stopped it flowing out. Your belly grew slightly, over-full of hot equine cum.

The centaur's orgasm passed, and the flare receded again. He still wasn't moving, waiting as the guards checked and double checked his papers.

You could feel your belly pushing, trying to force the excess cum out. It was going to start leaking out, if it pooled on the ground, the guards might check under the sealskin.

You didn't have a choice.

You clenched your jaw. Squeezing your cunt as tightly as you could, you rocked your hips. You could hear yourself starting to pant with exertion, you hoped the guards couldn't over the rain. You felt the cock throb and twitch in you, but it had already came twice. It was in danger of going soft, pulling out as it did. You couldn't let that happen.

You quickened your pace, rolling your hips up and down, clenching strategically. You fucked him hard, rubbing the engorged head of his cock against your cervix. His back hoof was clopping on the ground. You could feel his cock thicken. It was nearly there. The flare expanded again

"All in order, you can go"

The centaur staggered on. Steps as regular as he could manage while riding the cusp of pumping another load into you. The cobbles gave way to dirt path. You heard him grunt loudly above you.

He came less this time, but it was still enough to push your belly out further. You allowed yourself a moan, taking deep, racking breaths as the last of the centaur's cum was forced in.

On he walked, the cock softening and dropping out, followed by a jet of cum pouring from your cunt. It left a trail on the road behind you, a thick puddle on the already sodden ground

You made it to the rendezvous with the man from the cistern, who cut your ropes.

You fell to the muddy ground. Limbs tingling as feeling returned.

"She give you any trouble?"

"No" the centaur replied "she knew what was good for her, even got desperate enough for it to get me off all on her own"

They laughed as they walked off together. You lay there, oozing. Your kit was piled in the grass next to you, probably minus whatever money you had.

At least you got out

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As we approach the end of February and volume 1 of Kabr0z Writes, I remind you all that commissions are free and open, just be aware there is a queue, so it may be some time until you see your request.

Most people send requests anonymously, so do feel free to send as many as you like! (I'm also loving how many people are sending in requests for bad things to happen to the Chitinids. I'm so happy I've made villains people love to hate ♥️)

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sirfrogsworth · 14 hours ago

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The Price of "Efficiency"

There is a classic story about writing in space. It typically goes something like,

"NASA spent millions of dollars developing an ink pen so they could write in microgravity.

Russia used a pencil."

It became a parable about efficiency and bloated, wasteful budgets and overcomplication.

And without nuance, it feels like a good lesson. It's a simple teaching you can store in your brain and it can help you avoid complication when simplicity will work just as well.

But the parable is a lie.

There is a reason they spent millions of dollars making a space pen. Pencils in space are fucking dangerous. If one splinter or shard or speck gets loose in zero gravity that fucker can float directly into your eyeball.

There is a more modern version of this story. Congress will look over NASA or the military's budget and ask why they need $400 hammers or bolts that cost $50 apiece. They will hold up a bag of bolts and tell the taxpayer they are getting screwed.

But the NASA hammer has the pencil problem. If a shard of steel breaks off that hammer in zero gravity, it's a big problem. It could float into an important electrical system and cause a short. Maybe even a fire.

And those bolts might be for a $50 million fighter jet. They need to be custom manufactured to extreme tolerances. And you'll be glad you paid for those $50 bolts because replacing the fighter jet will end up being much more costly.

This is a concept Elon Musk should understand considering his work at SpaceX. People often deride SpaceX when a rocket blows up. They see it as a giant waste. But that is a normal part of rocket development. If you want to make a better rocket, you cannot avoid blowing a few into smithereens.

Everything needs context.

You have to consider nuance before making huge unilateral decisions about apparent wasteful spending. The folks who run these programs should be allowed to defend their existence. But outside his own interests, Elon can only seem to see space pens when Russian pencils will suffice. He is looking at these programs and making no effort to see the nuance.

They say USAID gives more money to "governance" than they give to "humanitarian aid."

HOW WASTEFUL!

Except a lot of humanitarian aid gets stolen without government infrastructure to secure and deliver said aid.

Waste happens. Fraud happens. I have no doubt.

But figuring out what is *actually* wasteful is a difficult job that takes a lot of research and understanding.

But also, sometimes the fraud and the waste are worth it. Large companies will actually factor theft and fraud into their budget because it would be more costly to try and prevent it. They consider it "the cost of doing business."

But it seems no fraud or waste is acceptable to a conservative when the goal is helping people. 100% efficiency is required. You can't give all kids school lunches because some of those kids have rich parents. You can't give people disability income because some will take advantage.

Apparently if you can help millions of people but you have to absorb 10% of the cost due to fraud... well that is just unacceptable.

It's better to help no one at all.

Oftentimes Republicans will create anti-fraud programs that end up costing more than the actual fraud happening. And all the anti-fraud programs end up doing is making deserving people jump through extra hoops.

Get a lawyer. See an approved doctor. Gather 20 years of evidence that you've been disabled. Whoops, they didn't request the proper records. Start over.

That was basically my disability case. I was already on disability. They had already determined I was disabled 20 years ago. But I had to prove that I was disabled all over again to get the better kind of disability. They couldn't take their own word that I was disabled.

Those hoops were created because catching fraud is more important than helping people.

Not terribly efficient.

And then there is the "not our problem" approach.

Taxpayer money is "wasted" helping people in other countries. "We have homeless veterans! Why are we helping African babies?"

Giving out free condoms is one of the easiest and cheapest ways to stop the spread of disease. Sickness cares very little for imaginary borders. Saving lives in another country also saves lives here. It's mutually beneficial. We probably even prevented some of those homeless vets from getting infected.

No thought is being put into this scorched earth shit show.

As always... get fucked, Elon.

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00valentina-writes00 · 23 hours ago

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Loser! Ellie x Reader loosely based off Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? By Arctic Monkeys

Where they flirt on and off but the only time Ellie has the guts to call and flirt is when she's high and reader thinks that means she's not really into her and is just playing with her feelings

It's stuck in my head, and I think of her when I listen to that song. U can twist it any way u want!! 💙

♡♥︎ Only When You’re High ♥︎♡

Warnings: slight angst, awkward flirting, feelings of insecurity, emotional misunderstandings, high Ellie, and general Ellie being a mess.

Ellie Williams was trouble, that much was clear. You could feel it in the way she looked at you when she thought you weren’t paying attention, the way her eyes lingered just a second too long on your lips. You could feel it in the way her smirk always followed a joke that wasn’t funny, and in the way her laugh never really reached her eyes.

You didn’t know what she wanted from you—sometimes she was practically impossible to read, and other times she was so obvious that it hurt. But that was Ellie. She’d flirt with you just enough to make you second guess yourself. And then when you thought maybe—just maybe—there was something real between you, she would pull away. It made your stomach turn.

And Ellie, being Ellie, only ever called when she was high. You had started to think that maybe she was just using you for fun. Maybe she didn’t really care at all. She’d stumble over her words when she was buzzed, slurring out flirty comments with a grin that made your heart race, but when she wasn’t high, she couldn’t look at you the same way. It made you feel foolish for ever getting your hopes up in the first place.

This wasn’t the first time you’d noticed it.

You were sitting on your couch, absently scrolling through your phone, when your screen lit up with Ellie’s name. Of course, you were immediately suspicious. Was she drunk again? High? Both?

You answered it anyway.

“Hey, loser,” you said, trying to mask the slight bitterness in your voice.

Ellie chuckled through the phone, the sound thick with smoke, a bit too high to care about how loud she was. “Heyyy, what’s up?” Her voice was syrupy and slow, making you roll your eyes. This was exactly what you didn’t need.

“Not much,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest, “What about you? High again, I take it?”

Ellie paused for a beat, her laugh soft and laced with something you couldn’t quite place. “Maybe,” she hummed, “What’s it to you?”

You rolled your eyes, though a smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. You had never quite figured out why she only ever reached out to you when she was in this state, but it never stopped you from answering.

“Nothing,” you said, leaning back into the couch, “Just wondering if you were gonna actually talk to me sober for once.”

Ellie didn’t seem to catch the underlying sting in your words. “Pffft, I talk to you all the time,” she said, the words dragging out, “I flirt with you all the time. You’re just too oblivious to notice.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was the way she said it, like she was teasing, or maybe it was because you wanted to believe it. But you couldn’t help the skepticism that ran through you. “Ellie, stop messing with me. You only call me when you’re like this. You only talk to me when you’re high.”

There was a pause on the other end. You could practically hear her thinking, trying to come up with something to say, but instead, she just let out a long breath.

“Is that a problem?” she asked, a little more serious than you were used to hearing her.

You blinked, caught off guard by her tone. It wasn’t often that Ellie stopped being playful—maybe that’s why you had this sinking feeling in your stomach every time you talked. Because you never knew which version of Ellie you were getting.

“It’s not… a problem,” you said slowly, “It just makes me wonder if you’re actually into me, or if this is just something for you to do when you’re bored.”

Ellie’s voice softened, an apologetic edge creeping into it. “No, it’s not like that. I…” She trailed off, but you could hear the way she was shifting around, maybe realizing she was digging herself into a hole. “I don’t know, alright? I just… don’t know how to be serious when I’m sober.”

You could feel your heart sink. There it was. It wasn’t you. It was her.

“Well, I guess I can’t be the one to fix that, huh?” you said, your voice tight. You felt the urge to hang up right then and there.

“Hey, wait,” Ellie said quickly, and you could hear her scrambling for something to say. “I’m just saying, I don’t know how to talk about this stuff. It’s easier when I’m… you know, not thinking too hard about it.”

“Yeah, I know,” you replied bitterly, “You’re high, and I’m just a phone call away.”

“Stop making it sound like that,” Ellie shot back, clearly defensive. “I don’t only call you when I’m high, okay? I—”

“Then why don’t you call me when you’re sober?” You interrupted, voice sharp. “Why does it always feel like I’m second best to whatever you’re doing when you’re not trying to flirt with me?”

You let out a long breath, trying to hold back the frustration that threatened to spill over. You didn’t want to get caught in this endless cycle of uncertainty, of playing these back-and-forth games that you were convinced Ellie didn’t even realize she was playing.

There was another long pause on the line. Ellie’s voice, when it came, was quieter.

“I’m sorry, okay?” she said, voice small, almost hesitant. “I just… don’t want to mess things up. I’m not used to being… I don’t know… serious with anyone.”

“Ellie,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, “It’s not about being serious. It’s about not only talking to me when you’re high. It’s like you can’t face me unless you’ve had something to drink or smoke.”

“I know,” Ellie said softly. “I know I’ve fucked up. But… I do like you. A lot. More than I know how to say.”

You were silent for a moment, your mind whirling with everything she’d just said.

“But why does it take you getting high to say it?” you asked, your voice quieter now, less angry but more uncertain. “Why do I always feel like I’m just a joke to you?”

“I’m not trying to make you feel like that,” Ellie said, her tone much more serious than you were used to. “It’s just hard for me, alright? I… I don’t know how to do this without pushing you away.”

You felt your heart twist at her words. You wanted to be mad, wanted to tell her to stop making excuses. But hearing her say all of that, hearing her admit the things she wasn’t ready to admit while sober—it hit different.

“You don’t have to push me away,” you said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Ellie sighed, a tired chuckle escaping her lips. “God, I’m a mess, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile that she couldn’t see, “But you’re my mess.”

You could hear Ellie smile on the other end, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything seemed to settle between you two. You weren’t quite sure what the future held, but for the first time in a long time, Ellie wasn’t hiding behind her insecurities. And maybe that was enough for now.

“Thanks for putting up with me,” she said quietly, a little embarrassed.

“Yeah, yeah,” you teased, “But don’t get used to it. You’ve got a lot of work to do, Williams.”

And Ellie, without missing a beat, replied, “I’ll work on it. But no promises, alright?”

“Fine,” you said, finally letting out a soft laugh, “But if you ever call me again while you’re high, I swear to god—”

“Yeah, yeah,” she interrupted with a playful laugh, “I get it. No more ‘high-phone-flirting.’”

You both laughed, and for the first time in a while, it felt like things might actually work between you two. Even if it was still a little uncertain, it was real.

And that, you thought, was all you needed.

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Random Nsfw Head Canons For Riize Maknae line (with Fem!Reader)

( Includes: Seunghan, Sohee and Anton )

Again, there will be so many typos in this so get ready, I didn't proof read this at all.

Also hanis section might not be the best because I got into riize after they put him on hiatus (I hate sm so bad don't get me started) and I have a hard time getting a read on him but I tried

Hyung line, Maknae line

♡ ♡ Seunghan ♡ ♡

I had a hard time getting a read on him at first because he's such a cutie (he doesn't deserve half the shit that he gets OT6 WHEN I CATCH YOOUUUU-)

But honestly after thinking about it a little bit...this man is a undercover freak, HEAR ME OUT

The type of guy to finger you under the table when you're out with friends, smiling and chatting it up with everybody as if he isn't knuckles deep inside you.

He's so sweet too, calling you "his girl" and talking about how happy he is with you as you're struggling to not make any sounds.

That's his entire thing, he'll tease you and be so so mean but he'll do it with the sweetest smile on his face.

I would consider him a strict soft dom, If you're a good girl he'll treat you like a princess, praise you day and night but if you start getting bratty with him, he'll get so mean (in a fun way 🤭)

You bent over as he's fucking you from the back, your face buried in the pillow so you can't beg for his forgiveness whenever he slaps your ass.

"Awe are you trying to say something baby? I can't hear you sweetheart"

Also a bit sadistic, loves leaving marks on you, especially ones that last for days.

Seeing you wince whenever you sit down after he spanks you gets him so hard, literally ready to go for round two right then and there.

As much as he loves when he gets to punish the brat out of you, he also loves when you're his good little girl.

It's been said before but this man is a EATER, if you behave you get your pussy ate till your brain melts out your ears.

His aftercare mainly consists of him putting on ointment where you need it and making sure you're okay, since he's the Dom it's catered to what would make you feel the best.

At your beck and call after sex, the sweetest man alive.

SIGH I MISS MY MAN

♡ ♡ Sohee ♡ ♡

Virgin loser. IM SO SORRY HSHA

I'm a loser!Sohee truther, this man hasn't been near a pussy his entire life, gets absolutely no play.

He's always been too nervous too approach women and when he started training to become an idol he just didn't have the time.

So when he meets you he's all nerves, too shy to say anything, so you'll have to be the ones to initiate things.

Probably the most submissive out of Riize mainly because he's inexperienced and more comfortable with you taking the ropes.

Cums way too fast the first few times you two do it, is super embarrassed about it but he can't help it :(

"shit- sorry- it just.... you...you feel so good I'm so sorry"

Because of that he insists he wants to learn other ways on how to please you, whether that's oral or through his hands.

In the beginning of your relationship he's kinda sloppy but what he lacks in experience he makes up for with enthusiasm.

After learning and practicing a whole bunch I honestly think he has the best head game in Riize, he lives to please.

Same with his fingers, because he has a hard time lasting during sex he got really good at basically everything else so don't worry, you'll definitely leave the experience satisfied.

Also probably the most vanilla in Riize, you're his first and he's still figuring out the ropes, definitely wouldn't be into BDSM.

Maybe over time after you've been together a while but for the time being he's more than happy with missionary.

He does eventually get over his cumming too quickly problem but he's almost disappointed, he kinda liked the humiliation. 🤭

Aftercare is more of a joint activity with him, prefers to both take care of you and be taken care of.

You've gotten in the habit of alternating who gets to be the small spoon.

He also likes to talk after sex but it's more like him quickly rambling before falling asleep mid sentence.

Also gets the cutest bed head the morning after.

♡ ♡ Anton ♡ ♡

Sigh.....MY MAN MY MAN MY MAAANNN okay sorry wait-

This is gonna be long because he's my favourite, tee hee.

I don't think he's a Virgin but he's mostly inexperienced, hasn't really done a whole lot but knows the basics.

I mean have you seen all the shit he was up to? Swimming competitively, playing the cello, being an Idol, this man doesn't have time for anything.

Also another one that takes his time dating you before you two sleep together, I don't think he'd wanna sleep with you if he wasn't sure you two would eventually be official.

Also another switch, leans dom though, specifically soft dom.

This man is PACKING, we've all seen that one screenshot, definitely the "Big and doesn't know what to do with himself" trope.

Would honestly prefer a more experienced partner, tell him what to do because he doesn't know.

Also has a size kink, you could only be like two inches shorter than him but the fact that you're shorter at all gets him going, it's not just about height either.

He's broad as hell so he loves giving you back hugs, especially when you're brushing your teeth so he can see himself engulf you, that visual really gets him going.

Unexpectedly kind of a tease, leans into kiss you but pulls back just before your lips touch his, passing you a big smile when you pout.

Also speaking of him being huge...his hands....okay listen listen.

Whenever he plays the cello I can only think of one thing...

There's no way his clit rubbing game isn't on point, not too hard, not too soft, keeps it at a consistent pace, doesn't loose it mid way...

NEED THAT. DESIRE THAT.

Also his fingers are so long? He has the biggest hands in Riize, I just know they can do some damage.

Loved laying your back against his chest and reaching down to finger you, has a arm wrapped around your waist so you can't push him away.

"sshhh it's okay baby, just stay still. let me make you feel good"

Also loves giving and recieving head, I already wrote a whole fic centered around him eating pussy so I won't go into details about that here.

He loves watching you struggle to take his cock into your mouth, it's nearly impossible to get it all down and it makes his size kink go crazy.

He rarely finishes in your mouth because seeing you struggle to suck him off makes him want to fuck you right then and there.

Gets so sleepy after sex, like wants to fall asleep then and there type of sleepy. He isn't great at aftercare solely because he gets lazy and just wants to sleep and also because again he isn't that experienced.

Will eventually get a hang of it though, will clean you up and praise you, he doesn't even really do it on purpose it just kinda slips out, how you're so pretty, how you feel so soft, how much he loves you etc etc.

Wants you to sleep on top of him because feeling your weight on top of him is comforting.

Really hope y'all like this, writing these was so fun

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