#and it only happened recently i decided i actually want a relationship i was always very anti relationship

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

i dont think regular people can grasp how isolating it is to be that person who is always single in a society and environment where people are always dating, and dating is so culturally relevant. all my friends have had longterm/serious relationships and even when theyre single they are usually seeing someone. im seeing someone maybe 2 months a year on average but im „true single“ most of the time and dont really get into relationships at all. and its always been this way.

and with age and thanks to getting more into feminism i know that my selfworth and value as a person does not rely on dating. in fact most relationships i see are dysfunctional or with men i would not want to be with (im saying men because they are usually the problem, but also because most men are just unattractive on top). and i think that promoting to women that being single is okay and good actually is really important. that you can very much be happy without a relationship.

nonetheless there is of course the human need for affection, a longing for romantic/sexual companionship (i know some people dont have that and it doesnt make them less human but i think its normal human desire that cant be unconditioned, and i dont even think that should be the goal). and you can barely protect yourself from sociocultural messaging which is additionally enforcing it. even if you rationally know that there is nothing wrong with being single, especially as a woman its difficult to shake this feeling of being a failure. always seeing your friends go through the motions while you remain the same. etc

anyways im really vulnerable right now if any insane women want to take advantage of me…

[kyeomofhearts]

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+ summary: while adjusting to your new life in college, you couldn't help but attract the attention of wonwoo, someone who you happen to have a history with.

+ pairing: badboy!wonwoo x fem!reader

+ word count: 2.7k

+ content: badboy!wonwoo, college au, mature language, flirting (wonwoo is a menace), jealousy. [pls let me know if i missed anything!]

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

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You were tired, very tired.

Granted, this was your own doing. Maybe if you hadn't pushed your responsibilities to the side last night you wouldn't have had to wake up so early to study for an exam, but what's done is done. This whole college thing was not going so well, to say the least. Sure, it's only the beginning of the second semester, but you already feel exhausted by all of your class workloads.

Just ten more minutes of this boring lecture and you could finally go home and crawl into bed. But… that's only if you avoid him today. Which now that you’re thinking about it, you hope he isn’t waiting for you outside, again. That would be the last thing you needed today.

With that being said, things have felt a little weird if you were being honest. Of course, this was your first year of university, so things were bound to feel new and different. But there was something, or rather someone that was making you feel strange.

Around two weeks ago you noticed that Wonwoo, an old classmate of yours, had recently started to become a bit friendly towards you. While that normally wouldn’t be considered weird, you couldn’t help but feel skeptical about his intentions. You knew the kind of people he surrounded himself with, and especially the girls he would go after; which was the exact opposite of you. So what exactly did he want from you?

What also makes this situation more odd is that you’ve basically known Wonwoo for your whole life. Of course, you don’t actually know him, you just happened to go to the same elementary, middle, and high school (which is insane if you think about it). Acquaintance is a perfect word to describe your relationship with him, nothing more nothing less. So yeah… it’s a little weird when the guy you have been around for (almost) your whole life is suddenly trying to befriend you, there definitely had to be something wrong with him.

All you knew about Wonwoo was that he was on the more reserved and quiet side; mainly keeping to himself most of the time. His group of friends was quite the opposite of him, which always made you wonder how he even became friends with them in the first place.

Seeing how the lecture was ending soon, you started to pack your stuff; you were more than ready to dash straight out of the classroom. Having finished all of your assignments for today, you had nothing left to worry about. So once the professor had made her goodbyes, you made a straight beeline to the door, nothing was going to hold you back from your long-awaited nap. Your pace was brisk, attempting to avoid the backed-up main exit, you decided to go to the opposite door. The walk back to your apartment wasn’t too bad either, most of the time you saw it as a way to daydream and listen to music. So while you scrolled through your various playlists, you happened to miss the (very obvious) figure following you.

Wonwoo called out your name a few times until it finally dawned on him that you had your headphones on. He took a few long strides to catch up to you; he was very adamant on getting your attention this morning. With ease, he quickly plucked your headphones off of your head.

“What are we listening to today?” He said while adjusting the headphones on his head. It took you a second to fully process what he was doing. You knew he was doing it to provoke you, but you were determined to not let that happen today. So to his surprise, you simply kept walking. You figured that he would continue with his antics if you gave him the reaction that he wanted so you did the opposite, you ignored him.

What shocked him the most was seeing you pull out an old pair of earbuds and plugging them into your phone. He was dumbfounded to say the least, how were you so prepared and why were you ignoring him?

And again, he quickly caught up with a few simple steps. He took your headphones off of his head and tapped them against your shoulder.

With a tired sigh, you turned around to face him but couldn’t help but admire his face. You really didn't want to lose that ‘expressionless’ look you were going for (to help you ignore him of course), but that small smile of his was enough to crack you down. It's like he knew that it was your one weakness when it came to him. This was the most annoying part of it all. Anytime he smiled or looked at you, a tiny part inside you secretly liked it, making you crave his attention at times.

Objectively speaking, Wonwoo was very handsome. That was something you could never deny, you would even go as far as to say that he was your type but you didn't particularly like the people he called his ‘friends’ so you were stuck in a weird limbo.

“Is there something on my face, birdy?”

You scoffed at the nickname. “I told you not to call me that.”

Wonwoo’s eyes were looking straight into yours, a smirk slowly creeping up to his lips. It didn't help that he was looking really good today either, his messy hair combined with the whole biker fit did wonders for your eyes. He was about to say something before you heard your ringtone go off, evidently cutting him off.

Oh.

It was Hyunwoo. That's odd... you finished your shared project with him rather early, what could he be calling you about? Either way, you answered the random call in front of a rather annoyed Wonwoo.

"Hello?"

"Heyyy yn, I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch later today?" You couldn't help but feel your eyes widen at his sudden question. Since when did he want to hang out with you? Last time you checked he had a plethora of girls that he was talking to... maybe he was interested in you? No, you shouldn't get too ahead of yourself...

"Um... let me check if I have anything to do first. Can I call you back?" You knew that you sounded nervous but how else were you supposed to feel when the cute guy from your physics class was literally asking you to eat lunch with him?

As soon as you ended the call, you felt Wonwoo's arm snake its way down to your waist. You couldn’t help but yelp at the sudden intimate contact. Chuckling at your reaction, he leaned down, closer to your ear. “Who was that?”

"No one." You stated simply, it wasn't his business anyway.

"Hm, okay," Wonwoo rested his head on your shoulder, continuing to speak lowly in your ear. "I'll remember that birdy."

Before you could even come up with something to counter him, he decided to speak up once again.

"Well, I do have something rather important to tell you." His voice was so calm and soothing, you could honestly listen to it for hours on end if you had the chance.

"What is it?" You hoped he couldn't sense your rather, embarrassing, curiosity.

"Heard you used to have a little crush on me," his voice was evidently smug, knowing that this would surely get a rise out of you.

Which it did.

Your face burned at the memories of when you used to have a crush on Wonwoo. But, that had to be in fourth grade… so how could he have known about that? Nonetheless, you scoffed at his statement, not wanting to know that you were a little embarrassed by the sudden reminder.

“Key word, had,” you rolled your eyes at him. This did make you curious though, who could have possibly told him that? So you asked him exactly that.

“How do you even know about that?” His smile never faltered even as you lightly pushed his hand away from your waist. If anything, this made him want to touch you even more.

“I have my ways,” he stated simply. Of course, he does. You hated when he would shrug things off, now this was going to bother you for the entire week!

One thing about Wonwoo was that he has always been curious about you, this interest stemming back all the way to your elementary days. This curiosity eventually intensified in junior year of high school when you began to show your blatant distaste towards him. He just had to get to know you.

He looked down at you, his face was unreadable like always. You never knew what was going on in that mind of his.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be hanging out with your actual friends?" Sometimes you couldn't help but blurt out your thoughts to him even if they sounded a bit rude. His face faltered for a split second, probably caught off guard by the random question. Shoot, you really didn’t mean to say that out loud. Although, it looks like Wonwoo didn’t take any offense to your sudden question. If anything, it made him... smile?

“I am hanging out with my friend,” he stopped you to face him, “which is you.” You rolled your eyes at him. That had to be the corniest thing he has ever said to you if you were being honest. You just hated that giddy feeling he would give you any time he said something remotely cheesy.

"Ugh, you're so dumb," you groaned while checking the time on your phone. It was getting close to noon and you hadn't responded to Hyunwoo's question from earlier. Maybe it was best if you didn't go... who knows what he wanted from you. If you were being completely honest, you didn't know if you had it in you to see other people at the moment, aside from Wonwoo of course.

"Have somewhere to be?" Wonwoo asked, a hint of concern peeking through his voice.

"No, thank god, but I do have a scheduled nap to get to so if you don't mind-" you were cut off by the sound of an engine revving, making your body jump at the unexpected noise. You turned to see where the source of the commotion was coming from but then realized it was coming from a group of bikers nearby; most likely Wonwoo's friends.

Or so you thought?

Wonwoo didn't seem too pleased with the group that was getting closer to where the two of you were. On the contrary, Wonwoo looked pissed. His jaw was visibly clenched, the gentle grip he had on your waist tightened, and his eyes lost that playful spark he had earlier. You couldn't help but feel guilty for thinking about how hot Wonwoo looked when he was angry. Of course, you would never want to be on the receiving end of his anger but seeing it on the sidelines was quite... interesting.

Wait. This might actually be serious, so it's best if you leave before anything crazy happens.

"I think I'm going to head out now..." you said quietly as you tried to slip away from Wonwoo's (awfully) strong grasp.

He turned to look at you, his eyes softening once they landed on your figure. Why did they have to come and bother him at this exact moment? He knew that whatever was going to happen was not going to be pretty, but he found himself reluctant to let you go.

Before truly letting you go, he quietly asked, "Are you sure? I can take you home if you want me to." As soft as his voice was, he still managed to sound composed which was comforting considering the situation.

You nodded in response, "I don't live that far from here so it's fine, thank you for the offer though." You managed to flash him a small, awkward smile before turning away from him and heading toward the direction of your apartment. You didn't know what exactly was going on between those guys and Wonwoo but it for sure wasn't friendly. Although it wasn't exactly your issue, you couldn't help but feel worried about Wonwoo, even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes.

Much to your dismay, that scheduled nap never came your way that day.

You blame Wonwoo, how were you supposed to sleep peacefully knowing he was probably getting jumped? Okay, you might be jumping to conclusions but what else were you supposed to think about when he was visibly angry at the mere sight of those guys?

Realistically speaking, it's only been two days since that whole incident happened. Granted, you haven't seen Wonwoo since then but that could mean a lot of things.

[...]

While you were in line to get a smoothie from one of the pop-up shops near the campus, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder.

"Did my little birdy miss me?" You felt Wonwoo say right next to your ear, his breath fanning across your earlobe. It sent a wave of tingles down your spine, making you shudder in turn. Though you weren't a fan of his spontaneous appearance.

"God, you need to stop doing that! I almost slapped you I swear-" You stopped mid-way once you turned around and saw his face. He had a few cuts on his lips and eyebrows and one big bruise across his cheek. Those guys really did a number on him.

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, "are you okay?"

He tried to wave it off but you could tell he was bothered by your question, "It's fine, really, don't worry about it." Was he insane? How were you not going to worry when he was visibly injured?

"Were these from the guys on Tuesday?" You couldn't help but ask, where else would he get these cuts and bruises if it didn't come from them?

His demeanor immediately switched and he pushed himself away from you.

"It's none of your business so stay out of it."

"Okay." That was the only thing you said before grabbing your smoothie from the worker and quickly walking away from the shop. If he wanted to be like that then so be it. You most definitely were not going to wait for him to 'open up' by all means, he could throw himself a pity party for all you care.

"Wait-" He tried reaching for your arm but you were too quick for him. Your steps were swift, helping you create a reasonable distance between you and Wonwoo. He called out your name a few times before giving up, he didn't want to gather any unwanted attention from the people nearby. Reaching your pace, Wonwoo was finally close enough to grab your wrist and make you look at him.

"Are you seriously ignoring me?" His voice was a bit jagged, no doubt coming from the unexpected cardio you made him do to catch up to you.

Unfortunately for him, you were petty. "You said it wasn't my business, so please do not talk to me because I really do not care." You brushed past him once again this time making sure he could not grab your arms or wrists.

He exhaled in annoyance, "Look I'm sorry-" Wonwoo was mid-apology before being abruptly cut off by the voice of a guy yelling your name out loud.

Speaking of the devil, what immaculate timing.

"Hey yn! Did you still want to get food after class?" Hyunwoo jogged to where you were standing but saw how Wonwoo was still trying to talk to you.

"Sorry, were you busy with him?"

You instantly responded to Hyunwoo, "No, he was just asking for directions, but yeah I'm down for food." Like before, you made your way towards Hyunwoo, making sure to bump into Wonwoo. He couldn't help but stay frozen in place as he watched you walk to class with some random guy, jealousy slowly invading his mind.

Directions? Did she really...?

As much as Wonwoo wanted to be mad at you, he really had no one to blame but himself. The whole situation with his old group of 'friends' was really getting to him so once you popped that question it just seemed to send him over the edge. He just didn't know how far you would go to express your annoyance towards him. Now all he had to do was find a way to properly apologize to you before that Hyunwoo guy got to you first.

The only thing stopping him? He didn't have your number or any of your socials...

Part Two: II

[pinkyqil]

I’ve got an angsty request. Reader plays for the lionesses and Arsenal, but is in a LDR with Lucy bronze. She starts getting worried about Lucy and Ona (even though nothing is happening) and starts having an affair with Leah. Everything comes to a head at a Lioness camp.

- How could you

Pairing: lucy bronze x reader x leah williamson

Warning : cheating,cursing, everything is fictional so it doesn't means that how the player's are.

A/n : hope you all enjoyed this fic took me while to complete as i went on a mini break from here but I'm back and shall be posting little by little and remember don't cheat and always communicate in your relationship

You wouldn't call yourself an insecure person until recently after seeing different post about lucy and ona where fans come up with conspiracy theories that the two are dating.

It went from blurry pictures of different angles to actually videos of them looking a little more than friends.

You didn't want to worry lucy with your dumb thoughts even though every time you two would get on call your mind could only focus on the videos circulating online.

Lucy had noticed a change in your behavior and thought nothing of it even though it was strange for her to see you both had been in a long distance relationship for two years.

Lucy had plan to surprise you with some good news that she would be transferring to the wsl so that you two would be closer and she had been playing to propose with the help of your England teammates.

But fate wasn't on either of your sides.

Nothing was meant to happen when your arsenal teammates invited you out to cheer you up.

But one drink turned into two slowly. You found your intoxicated and venting to leah who sat right next to you, and all of a sudden, you found yourself facing her, but this time around your lips where on hers.

Waking up with no clue of what happened but a leah williamson right next to you and your clothes on the floor made you remember that night.

You felt awful not only did cheat on your girlfriend but slept with your england captain someone who is close not only to you but also to lucy.

You knew you couldn't stay at Leah's place any longer especially with the guilt that was eating you up.

You got up and started putting on your clothes when all of a sudden you felt a pair of hands grabbing yours.

Leah, who had woken up from the sudden noise that came from you scrambling through the clothes that were on the floor

"Please stay."You heard heard leah say

"For one, you of all people know that I can't stay, plus this was never meant to happen leah."

"That wasn't what you we're telling me last night."she said

"Last Night Was Never Meant To Fucking Happen Why Can't You Get It". You yelled straight at her face.

Not wanting to deal with leah anymore, you hurried grabbing anything of yours that you could get.

You thought that would be the last time you would find yourself in leahs arms.

but you were very wrong anytime you would see a lucy and ona post on your timeline, something inside you broke each time and leah was the only person you could confined in and it would lead to your sudden affairs.

You were able to keep up with lies. Both women

Leah had convinced you to try and break up with lucy, but you simply couldn't get your heart to do it every time you ended up on the phone with her. Your heart felt heavy.

You knew you couldn't keep up your affair that you were having with leah, so you decided to end it all.

Safe to say even though she didn't want to but had no choice.

Guilt was eating you alive at camp you didn't know how you managed to operate with those two around you all day.

Your teammates noticed the tension that was between you three but couldn't say a thing as everything seemed normal.

You decided to come clean with lucy after the macht against Sweden, but things went south.

Everyone was excited after england had managed to qualify for the euros once again. You saw lucy heading inside the changing room as your other teammates were celebrating with joy. You decided to seize the moment and come front to her.

Lauren had given lucy a thumb up as she saw you both heading inside together. She was one other few teammates that lucy had told about her plans

"Lucy, we need talk."You told her as you enter the changing room with her.

"We do. How about you go first? Mine can definitely wait." She said

"Please don't get mad and raise your voice after what I say". You told her

"And why would I it not like you cheated on me or anything like that. Immediately after, she said that you went silent and couldn't face your head to hers.

"You didn't, right?".

"Lucy, I'm sorry. I really I'm it was never meant to happe-. Before you could finish your sentence, Leah's voice had intruppeted yours as she had opened the door yelling right at you.

"For fucksake y/n why can't you be honest, you tell lucy one thing and me lies to me."

"You Cheated On Lucy With Leah." This time, it was Lauren voices that were heard.

causing your teammates to start coming around lucy. couldn't believe all the things she was hearing, hoping that it was all some type of silly prank being played on her instead of this cruel joke.

It took a few staff members to be able to control the situation that was happening, but nonetheless tears was shedding that evening.

You thanked the gods that today was the last game before breaks where starting.

You had tried talking to lucy, but it was no use as a few of your teammates had stopped you from talking to her, which you understood as lucy was someone everyone admired.

Feeling awful about everything you knew you had one other things to do.

You called your manager to letting them know not to accept the new contract arsenal had offered as you were looking to play far away from England and the wsl.

[industrations]

will you ever draw masc sirius? not to compare artists but recently i've just noticed masc sirius pics get more notes and ppl get more pissed off bc of fem sirius. it's ok if you draw fem wolfstar (fem sirius AND fem remus) but it's kinda weird you only draw remus masc. kinda heteronormative. when wolf is gay. plus canonically sirius was masc and remus was fem (sirius was the biker and remus was short.) it's ok you're more into fanon but canon is real so i'm just curious if you will ever draw masc sirius. if you will it'll be very cool and i'm sure you'll get more notes too.

This is the LAST time I'm going to be talking about this because I'm so TIRED of this debate.

Firstly, the "canon" you speak of is written by this person. So think before you start arguing anything about canon.

Then, since apparently some of you still cannot read. I DO NOT DRAW FOR YOU; I DRAW FOR ME. I could not care less about notes or likes or popularity. I'm just here to have fun and enjoy my time. That you are so concerned about notes is your own problem, not mine, but I suggest you change that because notes do not equal any sort of value, and this mindset is just going to be bad for anyone's mental health.

My favourite thing as a person whose gender is literally all over the place is getting to express that through the characters I draw. For ME, this mainly happens through Sirius because his "canon" is this very HETERONORMATIVE man. The freedom of him being able to step away from that and to be allowed to be whatever he wants to be on that day is just wonderful. Sirius, for me, is a reminder that no matter what you're born as or whatever people say you should be, it does not say anything about how you feel or express yourself.

Remus will forever keep evolving for me. He's also allowed to be whoever he wants to be. When I read fics he looks different in every single one. And if you actually paid attention to my art, you can see that he does not always look the same. For me, Remus is a comfort. He will always be a long, wet noodle with bad knees to me. He will always have his scars and his freckles, and those are what make him beautiful. I'm not sure why people immediately assume this is something that makes him "the man" or "the top". If that's what you're thinking when you see them, then there's something gone wrong on your side because you are deciding what a queer relationship is supposed to look like, when in fact you are the one being homophobic and heteronormative.

Also that my Sirius is shorter and more gender-y so to say, does not mean he can't kill a bitch on sight. He could break Remus in half in a second if he wanted to.

Anyway, I'm off to draw some dead gay wizards in whatever way I want to <3 love you guys. Truly the majority of you make me feel safe and seen, and I couldn't have wished for a more supportive community

[willieverseetheland]

jingle bells.

spencer reid x fem!reader summary: spencer gets a little too tipsy at the office christmas party.

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, language, spencer being a dork

fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

I know christmas has been over, I just felt inspired.

wc: 1.4k

You've always loved Christmas. It wasn't the holiday itself; it was how it brought people together. Everything just feels so cozy and bright. So when Penelope asked you to help her decorate for the party, you were more than happy to do so.

Although your job can be very depressing at times, the office environment is truly amazing. Everyone is so kind. You couldn't ask for better coworkers. However, there's one fellow profiler you've grown rather close with these past few months.

Spencer Reid was one of the first people you became friends with at the BAU, other than Penelope of course. He's such a good friend, and always seems to be genuinely interested in what you have to say. He notices the little things, like when you were always complaining about your feet being cold, so he bought you fuzzy socks. Or when he overheard you talking to Emily about how badly you wanted this decorative plate set for your new apartment, and he got it for you for your birthday. He's truly the best friend a girl could ever ask for. But recently you've been wondering if it's only platonic love that you feel. Could it be more than friendship? You find yourself putting extra effort into your appearance, but you just chalk it up to wanting to better yourself. You have also noticed how when you shop, you choose clothes you think he might like.

Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if he feels the same way. Does he lie in bed at night thinking of your voice and laughter the way you think of him? Does he get flustered when your knees brush together during debriefs? Does he get that fluttery feeling in his stomach when you lock eyes from across the room?

Now that you're thinking about it, you really fucking like him. You feel like a teenager with a schoolgirl crush. God, how could you let this happen? You know that co-worker relationships rarely work out. But you're an adult, you can be mature about it, right?

You snap out of your daydream and realize its already 6:00. The party starts in an hour, and you only have a quarter of what you need to do done.

"Hey Penelope, think we could get some Christmas music going? I work faster with music playing!"

"It's like you read my mind y/n!"

The sound of bells fills the room and suddenly you find yourself feeling very festive. You hear Penelope humming along.

You work quickly to get the last of the lights and tinsel strung up. You wish it could look like this year-round. You check your watch. 6:53. Everyone should be arriving soon.

You hear the elevator ding and see Derek walk out with a plate full of what is most definitely store-bought cookies.

"Wow, you ladies really outdid yourselves."

"Hello Derek and thank you" you smile.

People begin to arrive one-by-one. Emily, JJ, Hotch, and Rossi. Everyone says their hellos and get settled. Some make their way to the booze faster than others.

It's 7:25 and Spencer isn't here yet. You feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. You were really hoping to see him tonight. You decide to grab yourself a drink and socialize, take your mind off of him. He'll show up eventually, right?

"Y/N! Hey! Where's your other half?" Emily chuckles and raises her eyebrows. You can tell she snuck a few shots in the elevator.

"I assume you mean Spencer. Not sure actually." So much taking your mind off of him. And what did she mean by other half? It's not that obvious right?

You scan the room, hoping to see Spencer, but you don't. However, you do catch Rossi getting rather comfortable with new forensic photographer.

You finish your drink and wander off to get another. Looking at your watch you see that it's 7:47. You're starting to feel a little hopeless. But right as you turn to rejoin the party, you see him. Those big brown eyes and fluffy hair.

"Hey Y/N, sorry I'm late. I had to go pick up some last-minute gifts."

Weight falls off of your shoulders at the sound of his voice. You feel overwhelming relief now that he's here. You had spent the last hour, or at least what felt like an hour, with your jaw clenched and a heavy feeling in your stomach. You hate feeling this way. You know you need to talk to him, but you don't want to screw up a good thing.

"It's alright Spence, I'm just glad you're here now." You give him a warm smile and place your hand on his shoulder.

He gives you his classic dorky smile in return, and you feel those all too familiar butterflies swell in your stomach.

As the night goes on, the wine flows and sounds of laughter fills the room. You stay by Spencer's side practically the whole night. Now you understand what Emily meant. You notice he's had quite a bit to drink. Definitely not more than Rossi, but more than usual. You feel like he's being more playful and affectionate as well. But you assume it's just the alcohol. You desperately hope he's flirting, but you don't want to look too far into it.

Your thoughts quickly dissolve into the air as the room goes silent and Rossi's rather loud voice announces it's time to exchange gifts. You give out your gifts and accept the ones given to you. You receive a cinnamon roll scented candle from Emily, a pair of heart shaped earrings from Penelope, a fuzzy blanket from JJ, and various trinkets and gadgets from others. Spencer hands you a slender box wrapped in shiny blue snowflaked wrapping paper.

"I wonder what this could be." You raise your eyebrow playfully and give a small laugh.

You carefully tear off the wrapping paper and open the box. Inside is a necklace with small heart shaped locket.

"Go ahead, open the locket." he has a drunken grin, and his eyes are eager.

You open the locket and inside is a picture of you and Spencer from your birthday. You feel a warmth spread over your face and you can't help but smile.

"Oh my god Spencer, this is- thank you so much, really." You pull him into a tight embrace. Relishing in the feeling of his arms around you for just a moment. You pull away, smile faltering slightly.

"Would you walk with me? Outside? It's really warm in here." His eyes are glassy and his cheeks are a rosy pink. His drinks have definitely caught up with him now. No wonder he feels warm.

"Of course, are you feeling okay?" you ask with sincerity.

"Yeah, there's just a lot of noise. Just need some fresh air s'all."

You two slip out into the crisp, December night. The sky's clear so you can see the stars. Your breath creates mini clouds in the night air.

You look over at Spencer and wonder what's going on inside that brilliant brain of his. You've always been so fascinated by the way he thinks.

"You look so beautiful right now. I-I mean you always do, but in this moment you..." his voice trails off like he has more to say, but doesn't know if he should say it.

"You don't look too bad yourself." You let out a quiet laugh.

You can hear carolers singing jingle bells in the distance.

You glance up at him and see that he's looking at you. His eyes reflect the full moon. There's a sadness in his eyes but also an admiring, soft expression.

"y/n."

"Yeah, Spencer?" You place your hand on his forearm. His mouth opens and closes slightly like he doesn't know if he should say what he's about to say.

"I love you. I'm in love with you, y/n." his voice is soft and trembling ever so slightly. His eyes jump across your face, searching for a reaction.

You feel like your brain might short circuit. You're overwhelmed with emotion. You feel a sting as your eyes prick up with tears.

"Spencer, I don't know what to say." You see his smile fade and fear that may have been poor choice of words.

You decide maybe words won't do how you feel justice.

You step closer to him, placing your right hand on his cheek and the left just below his jaw. You breathe in deeply and pull his face to yours. You place a soft kiss on his lips. He then grabs the sides of your face deepening the kiss. You feel heat creeping up your neck, and the whole world feels as though it's melting away.

You pull away, catching your breath. He looks starstruck, like he can't believe what just happened. And honestly, you can't either. You almost want to ask him to pinch you.

"I love you too, Dr. Spencer Reid."

[admirxation]

彡 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐞

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦: the reader is feeling lonely so she decides to go through with a hookup with a guy she recently matched with.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 — afab!reader x Toji Fushiguro, 18+ nsfw smut mdni, tinder hook up, alcohol consumption (no one gets drunk it's used to make each other confident), flirting, praise, touching, clit pinching, rubbing, overstimulation, blow job, throat fucking, orgasms, tit fucking, p in v, doggy style, hair pulling, spanking, and dirty talk. // continue at your own discretion, you’re responsible for the content you consume.

It starts with a swipe.

That’s the familiar tagline of the dating app that you’ve dedicated endless hours to. You have spent many nights swiping until you hit your daily limit—never willing to pay a subscription for more swipes—and locking yourself in the same old tiring routine.

You’ve had the whole experience so far on this app: the dull and lacklustre small talk with people as engaging as a brick wall, the creeps that would always come on too strong and earned an instant unmatch, and the share that always hurt the most; the person who you would click with, sharing engaging and easily flowing conversations with them, only for it to turn to a situationship with the heartbreaking “I want more” “I’m sorry, I don’t” conversation. Resulting in their name, that used to give you butterflies, now being added to a growing blocked list. The only experience you were waiting for, and was held back from, was the experience of finding that one person that makes you delete the app, to happily sit there and press that ‘I met someone’ button when deleting your profile—but that just seemed like a distant fantasy as of now.

Online dating was relentless.

You waded through a sea of wrong swipes, enduring awkward conversations and dead ends, all in the slim hope of finding someone you would actually connect with; that person that made you delete the app for good. It may be naïve to have that hope, but it was not entirely impossible nor something that only happens in fictitious rom-com. After all, you’ve heard of people finding their life partner through those apps, and you even read that meeting partners online was now increasingly common with how technology had interwoven and ingrained itself in daily life and consumption, but honestly, who cares about those statistics when you’re not apart of them? It’s a selfish notion, yes, but all you wanted was to be a part of the successful group that found someone, not the rest who gave up after the app only regurgitated years of disappointment and false hope. But hey, at least you got some matches to boost the ego with physical validation.

Right now, you were just lying in bed, music playing softly in the background to muffle that gnawing sense of emptiness, continuing that usual routine of swiping—going through the usual rapid-fire “yes no” rhythm.

But something made that pause.

The something, or more someone, made you stop and actually take in their profile rather than blitz through it. As you scrolled you were always met with the same tiring cliches: cheesy one-liners, the dreaded holding the fish photo, group shots where you had to guess who the person was, and of course dog pictures—because nothing else says game than luring women with flaunting your four-legged friend. But the person behind this profile seemed intriguing.

“Toji,” you muttered quietly under your breath, reading his name aloud as you raised your eyebrow in intrigue the more you tapped through his profile.

He was handsome, that was for sure, had a solid physique, and a cocky over-confident smirk painted on his face that was arrogant but, in a way, he made it work with a certain charm you couldn’t overlook. His bio was short and to the point: involving his age, height, hobbies, and at the very bottom, the classic deal breaker ‘not interested in a serious relationship, just here for hookups.’

“For fucksake,” you groaned as your head kicked back and sunk into the plush pillow. The one guy who actually made you pause for more than a second was the classic ‘fuckboy.’ Of course, you would just have to swipe left since you weren’t interested in just a quick fuck… but your logical mind was put on pause when your thumb hovered over the screen, knowing you should swipe left. Yes, he didn’t match what you wanted so it probably wasn’t a good idea, it could end up in disaster if he also swiped you and you became too attached to the guy who was never going to be emotionally available, but god was he undeniably attractive to the point you wouldn’t care—maybe you could just try to blow off a little steam and try out what he’s looking for, just because you were searching for a lover didn’t mean you couldn’t indulge now and again… right?

As logic and physical attraction were battling in your mind, you took a deep breath and told yourself to stop getting ahead of yourself; there’s a chance he wouldn’t swipe for you and you’re worrying over some guy that you could swipe and never see his photo again—with a shrug of your shoulders, in your acting of mature demeanour, you just swiped right thinking that this would just be a forgotten swipe.

Toji Super Liked you.

Toji: Hey.

~~~

That night, the conversation went well. You remembered how as the night drew on you two seemed to have that natural flow, even had some things in common. Of course, in no time his messages were making you lie down on your stomach with a silly grin on your face as you watched the dancing chat bubble when awaiting another message that would make that sweet knot develop and tie in your stomach.

That feeling was only growing the more you two had been talking, a week straight and he had been consistent with messaging, but of course, you knew this was going to end up like other situationships with turning back to strangers one day. You knew this would end up like that because of what was in his bio, you’d just be a ‘hookup’, but at least you knew where you stood with him, and you didn’t exactly mind the idea of ‘hooking up’ with him.

There was something fun about knowing that information, unlike other failed situationships, you didn’t have to worry about what he was looking for; you knew you were just another girl’s name on his contact list but that was… tolerable, okay even. You didn’t need to constantly worry, and it was nice to know not to get too attached from the get-go. It was almost fun to just be casual.

That feeling of fun, that bubbling excitement that had been festering inside of you the more days you spoke with him, was finally reaching its peak when you were on your way to his place, after seeing on your phone:

Toji: okay sweetheart I’m going to cut to the chase here... I super liked you and we’ve been talking for over a week now, and I’ve enjoyed it, but how about we have fun and you just come to my place… Promise I’ll make it worth your while?

You had gotten dressed in careful consideration, cycling through countless outfit options and makeup styles and showing your friends, asking them about their opinions with the “be very honest, I want to look really good tonight,” only being met with the teasing of “what’s the point in wearing that dress when it’s obviously coming off later” with their giggles and smirks. Despite their playful teasing, their excitement matched your own and helped you find the look you wanted.

Standing outside his apartment door was only a catalyst of your beating heart sounding like a drum in your chest, beating louder and louder the closer the door was when you walked, his door number staring back at you and causing a flush of nerves to take over; with one deep breath you steeled yourself and knocked—there was no turning back now after that.

The door opened and there he was, Toji, the guy you had nonstop talked to this week, the one you saw in his profile pictures—only he was much better in real life. Tall, with that strong physique, and a playful smirk traced on his features as his eyes trailed over you from head to toe, there was no mistake about the gleaming flash of appreciation he had in those clouded desired eyes; he was savouring every detail that was right in front of him, the kind of look that made you already feel exposed and thrillingly alive under his scrutiny.

“Hey,” he greeted, stepping aside to let you in, and you took note of the voice you could finally hear, that smooth with the right amount of roughness and heat like a glass of whiskey. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable.”

You two exchanged a few pleasantries, trying to calm the butterflies and nerves as you slipped off your shoes and made your way to his couch, noticing the wine glasses that were already set out on the coffee table, paired with the tension that was thick enough to slice through.

With a small smile, you smooth down your skirt as you sat, acutely aware of how close he was already getting to you, the air buzzing with a heady mix of anticipation and nervous energy from you, and he was only providing you with a calm and smooth demeanour—a manner someone who was used to this would portray.

“You’re even more beautiful in real life,” he said with his eyes never leaving your frame. Yeah, it was a bit of a cliché, something expected from that obvious ‘fuckboy’ aura he had going on, but the sincerity in his tone and the confident gleam in his eyes made it land differently and perfectly—you knew where this night was going to lead to, and you were extremely excited by it. He reached for the wine bottle, raising an eyebrow as if to ask for silent permission, to which you nodded, watching the deep red liquid swirl and spill in your glass, soon after letting his fill up.

“Cheers to finally meeting in person,” he said with that same teasing grin that was doing so well to make you melt like butter, holding up his glass and the clink of your glasses feeling like the start of something was charged, something simmering beneath the surface.

You hesitantly took a sip, feeling the warmth slide down your throat as you softly laughed your next comment off: “It’s kind of weird to finally meet you, I know we spoke a lot during this week but it’s still nerve-wracking, you know?”

“Why so nervous? Be that girl on text, I liked her, she was never shy~,” he shot back as he leaned in closer, his voice having a flow and tantalising flirtation about it where that teasing lilt sent a rush of heat to your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but let a small nervous laugh out as you felt him lean closer, his knee touching yours.

“Maybe I was just trying to keep up with your messages,” you retorted playfully, feeling a bit bolder as the wine was working its magic through your conversation, looking away for a moment.

He smirked; his fingers placed underneath your chin as he gently pointed you in the right direction—his gaze. “Oh, I doubt that… You were having loads of fun with me on text,” he murmured, looking at you through lusty half-lidded eyes that dipped briefly to your glossy lips, the tension between you both crackling and begging for a release and initiation.

“Relax,” he said with almost a purr as his fingers trailed to tuck a strand behind your ear, a smooth transition back to caressing your cheek. “We’re just here to have a good time, right? No pressure… I’m sure that girl on message will come out eventually, and I’m looking forward to it.”

You nodded, but your mind was racing. There was a challenge in his gaze, daring you to match his confidence and the aura he was presenting, to keep up with his teasing dance that was already working its magic on you: “I think I can handle that,” you said with a coy smile, taking another sip, and letting the warmth of the wine and his lingering stares and touches blur the feeling of nerves into relaxed tranquillity.

~~~

Thanks to, now, three glasses of wine that had been indulged in, you had warmed up to him quickly, that demeanour you both shared on text was coming out with the shared flirtation and how touchy you were both being as you looked at each other with dusted cheeks and stares that were full of need and desire.

As his large hand gripped your thigh that knot that had been manifesting into a pooling heat all night was travelling lower and lower down your body, spreading further to increase your body heat and that pull you felt was drawing you in closer to him, subconsciously biting your lip at him—those three glasses of wine were a real help tonight.

“There she is,” he teased, finally getting that flirty girl he had been messaging.

“You like that, huh?” he asked with that arrogant smirk that had been plastered on his face the more he had been flirting with you all night; he took no hesitation as his fingertips moved under your skirt slowly, getting closer to your inner thigh before giving it a gentle squeeze, watching a sweet exhale escape your lips as you looked down at his hand.

“I mean, it’s quite obvious I like it, no?” you answered back with, now, a calm and collected done, bringing your eyes back to look into his as your bodies were subconsciously leaning in closer to one another, the tension being palpable between you; all those conversations and the plan of you entering his apartment was all to lead up to this moment.

You couldn’t help but melt into a puddle as you felt his hand cup your cheek, gliding his thumb on your glossy bottom lip, staring at you with intent and lust. There was a burn in this stare, one that made your legs start to quiver and tremble the more his fingers travelled up until you felt him draw a line against your clothed cunt, making a whimper trickle out as you looked down and watched him slowly rile you up.

“I like this version of you,” he teased as he moved closer, his warm breath against your neck as he left soft and hot opened mouth kisses as his index and thumb pinched around your clit, making your already soaking folds push together, making a shiver crawl through you and turn to a high-pitched moan for him that filled the air—only heightening his ego.

“Ahh~”

“Oh, you like that a lot, hm?” he loved how easy it was to get a reaction out of you, how responsive you were as his fingers circled around your cluster of sensitive nerves, and his lips on your skin making a overstimulation of ecstasy that made your chest pump up and down with your pants and moans; you were adoring every minute of this, melting for him like butter. He was so damn good at this as he kept circling and feeling that damp spot in the middle of your lace panties, whispering to you as he kept rubbing and drawing out sweet little moans from you.

“Mmmm Toji~” you whimpered, your lip quivering as the heat inside was ready to explode as he held your wrist and guided your hand to his imprint, making your fingers glide along the denim tent, hearing him pant as you put just the right amount of pressure.

“Feel that baby, see what you’re already doing to me?”

He was way too good at this, but who cares where he had gotten this bravado and skill, all you wanted to do was experience said skill all for yourself, in a moment to get lost in.

You felt your stomach sink as you felt his fingers tangle in your hair, gently pushing your head down, watching you through that clouded stare he held on to your pretty face as you got closer to his cock; lying down and resting his head on the armrest as he watched you with hunger and anticipation.

“I want you to unzip it with your teeth.” There wasn’t much room to negotiate with that, especially with the tone he was giving; leaving you to look up as you unbuttoned and let the feeling of metal graze your fingertips, before getting closer and placing your front teeth on the zipper to drag it down slowly. However, just as you were about to take it down you couldn’t help but blabber on to make sure you didn’t disappoint.

“Just so you know, I’m not very used to this instant hook-up thing, so I hope you’re not expecting—”

With one playful eye role he cut your words off, his hands in your hair as he looked down at you, on your hands and knees on the sofa with an arched back and a skirt hiked up that exposed your underwear.

“Sweetheart, I want you to suck it not give me a life story,” he caressed the sides of your head as he kept his fingers tangled in your hair, “now, take it and shut up like a good girl, is that okay?” giving you a smile that made it all okay, nodding and taking the chance to bite down on the zipper and drag it down. “That’s a good girl,” Toji muttered as he stroked the top of your head as he watched you obey his every command: loving how he didn’t even need to persuade you that much, you were so eager and ready for him—such a good girl for him.

You wrapped your fingers around the waistband, being met with his help as he bucked his hips forward gently for you to pull down his boxers and jeans, a blush growing a deeper shade of red as his length sprang out; momentarily you looked up at him, even though you knew exactly what he was wanting you to do with it—no more words were needed in the situation. Your fingers curled around his rock-hard cock, feeling a twitch travel in his body as you kept pumping it with your soft hand, sitting neatly between his legs before you gave a wet stripe with your tongue along the prominent vein on his shaft, drawing out a groan from him as you continued to lick it.

“Ahhh, fuck~” he hissed.

You made his head kick back even further as you pushed your tits around his shaft, leaving kitten licks on his tip that was already drowned in precum, his hips already pushing forward as he thrusted in between your tits.

You smirked as you looked up at him, giving him a few strokes between your breasts before moving your mouth entirely down and taking his whole length, your lips surrounding the base of his thick length and making him call out your name under the murmurs of his moans and laboured breaths as you took him so well.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy like that,” he uttered as his fingers grabbed gentle fistfuls of your hair as your head sank further and bobbed up and down, looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes as you sucked hard on him. “Keep going, oh my-fuck, that’s right~” he continued to praise until his lack of patience was becoming obvious when he bucked his hips forward with more force lingering in his movements.

“Mmmm!”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip as he saw that cute little jump and the way your eyes widened in surprise when the head of his fat cock bashed in the back of your throat, loving those sexy sounds that filled the room as he rocked his hips into your mouth, fucking your throat as he held down your head, the whimpers and occasional gags on his large cock already making him want to paint your throat white—but he couldn’t cum yet without the feeling of being inside you.

As he watched you, he had a growing need to know what you felt like, how it would feel to fuck you so hard; quickly balancing on his elbows as he propped himself up and stopped your movements, making you look up at him in confusion and curiosity.

“I thought you were liking that?” you uttered.

“Oh, I was, but I want something else… Turn around for me baby… Quickly.”

You didn’t give any comment or ask for any reassurance, just knowing you were going to love what would happen next, you weren’t stupid everyone knows what’s coming after “turn around”. You grabbed onto the armrest and looked behind you as you arched your back and pushed your ass up, being met with his looming figure already pressed up against you, his hand on your ass as he positioned himself and teasingly rubbed his tip between your folds, making you mewl out in neediness for him.

“Oh please, I need to feel you.”

“Need? You’ve definitely gotten confident tonight,” he pushed in further and let your folds envelop around him snuggly, making him suck in a quick cold breath as he plunged further in and let your walls tighten and pull him in.

You couldn’t answer, you were too busy letting your fingers curl into the fabric of the couch material as you chewed your bottom lip and let your heavy eyelids flutter up as you moaned out his name.

“Ahhh~ Oohhh fuckkk Toji!”

You watched from behind as he thrusted and rocked his hips further inside of you, those moans and grunts only adding to the heat you felt in your aching core as he rammed himself further inside of you, letting your soaking cunt run its wet down your inner thighs as he kept giving it all to you, slapping the fat of your ass as he watched you take him.

“Nngh~ You’re so sexy like that… You like being fucked like this baby?”

“Mmhmm, nnghh~”

“Use your words, I wanna know how you feel,” something about the power he had over you was intriguing to him, watching you just take it, “Come on, I’m waiting baby girl.” His teasings were not only limited to verbal as his hand gripped onto your locks and pulled you back, making you pant heavily as he fucked your tight little wet hole and pulled your hair with more force.

“I, mmm~ Love it! It feels amazing!” your eyes started to water as you squeezed them shut, getting adjusted to how big and how rough he was.

“How about, this?” he punctuated his question with a harder thrust and harsher spank on your ass that was sure to leave a big red mark of ownership, his cock hitting against your cervix the more he got lost in the feeling of your walls spasming around him, and making you call out his name and weep as the tip was hitting just the right spot as he buried it deeper and deeper inside your snug cunt.

“Toji! Yes yes yes! Right there!”

You had melted down into nothing but a blabbing fool as you cried out for him in need, being met with your release as you came all over his length, accompanied by your shaking thighs as he was still trying to reach his finish.

“…Fuck,” he groans as he quickly pulls out, gripping harder on your hips as he pushed his cock between your ass, letting him spurt out hot ropes of cum all over your back, riding out his high as he watched it pudding into the dip of your arched back.

“Stay still, I’ll get something for you to clean up with,” he murmured with a light spank on your ass before going to get you a towel.

Taglist: @bratbby333 @styrofoamplat3s [taglist link here]

a/n: I swear Choso and Toji are just my fav guys that make me fold ahehehehee, I just wanna write them 24/7.

[w2soneshots]

Blind date -W2S

words: 0.8k+

warnings: talk of past relationship and break up.

summary: Faith sets you and Harry up on a blind date, little did she know you already dated him years prior.

notes: hi my loves, I hope you’re having a lovely day/night. I apologise for the lack of posting recently, I’ve been so busy! But I absolutely love this idea. Enjoy!!🤗💘

Today I'm going on a blind date. I've never done anything like this before but it's been set up by one of my new friends Faith, who I trust not to pick a dickhead. I'm meeting him at an Italian restaurant that's just a ten minute walk from my apartment. I'm nervous but also quite excited.

I spent extra time getting ready and picking a cute outfit. Once I was finished I began the walk to the restaurant. I took a deep breath before walking inside. I'd arrived a little bit late so I assumed he'd already be there.

I looked around for a moment before my eyes landed on Harry, the boy I dated two years ago. It only lasted a few weeks and we were never actually official. We just wanted different things at the time so both decided to go our separate ways.

"Oh my fucking god." I muttered quietly to myself. I turned around, quickly pulling out my phone. "Surely this is just a coincidence?" I thought. I texted Faith to be sure. "Did you set me up with Harry Lewis?!" I asked, trying to remain calm. She replied quickly. "Yeah, he's Ethan's friend. Do you recognise him?" "We dated two years ago Faith! What do I do?" "Omg! Was it toxic?" "No, we just wanted different things." "Go talk to him then! Maybe this is meant to be." I recollected myself, maybe it is meant to be.

As I walked towards him I thought about how on earth I didn't know that Faith's boyfriend Ethan was also Harry's friend Ethan, who I hadn't actually met when we were together since we weren't that serious.

I knew Harry did youtube and Faith had told me that her boyfriend's name was Ethan but I obviously never connected the dots. I have also only known Faith for a few months and we met through a mutual friend so we haven't really discussed our personal lives properly.

Harry looked up and his eyes connected with mine. A look of pure shock and surprise spread across his face. He stood up, stumbling slightly. "Uh- I- y/n?" He stuttered. I chuckled nervously. "Hey, long time no see." His hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck. "Yeah... are you my date?" "I guess so. I'm friends with Faith."

He sat down and I sat opposite him. An awkward silence fell over us. "So- uh- how've you been?" He asked. "Pretty good. I officially live in London now." One of the reasons our relationship didn't work was that I lived to far away but last year I moved into my current apartment to be closer to work. "Oh, you do?" "Mhm, my apartments just ten minutes from here." I replied, fiddling with my hands under the table.

We ordered some drinks and the conversation started to flow. He told me about all of the major things that had happened in his life since I last saw him and we discussed his friendship with Ethan. When we were "together" we had pretty good chemistry, I was always laughing and smiling when I was around Harry and I was starting to feel the same things I felt two years ago as the date progressed.

While we ate our food we moved onto the topic of how on earth we ended up on a date together. "So Faith had no idea that you knew me before setting us up?" Harry asked before taking another bite of his pizza. "No, absolutely no clue." "That's... really strange." "I know, like out of all the people she could have chosen she picked you." "Did you ask her to set you up with someone?" He asked, head tilted slightly to the side. "Mhm. I asked if she knew anyone since the dating scene in London is really shit." He chuckled, "You're not wrong."

After eating our pizza we left the restaurant, just as the sun was setting. We stopped outside for a moment before I spoke. "Did you wanna come back to mine for a drink or something?" His eyes lit up slightly. "Yeah- yeah, I'd like that." I smiled. "Okay then, this way." I grabbed his hand absentmindedly.

"Uh- sorry." I apologised as soon as I realised what I'd just done. He smirked slightly. "Don't apologise." I looked up at him. His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips. My breath caught in my throat and my heart rate sped up. "I haven't ever liked anyone as much as I like you." He admitted. "Like, as in present tense?" I questioned. He nodded slowly. "Having dinner with you today made me realise how much I missed you." My face softened. "I missed you too," I whispered.

"So would you be willing to give us another go? You know, now that you live in London?" He asked hopefully. I smiled. "I'd like that." He placed his hand on the back of my neck, slowly bringing me towards him until our lips were just millimetres apart. I pushed myself onto my tiptoes, closing the gap. We both fell into the kiss, my mind immediately taking me back to two years ago as I realised I'd never really gotten over Harry Lewis.

[suiana]

yo i saw ur rb && feel free to write about the renting concept!!! if u do pls tag me i’d love to see <33 😋

😻😻 rhanks genie

(yandere! rental boyfriend x gn! reader) (shitpost kinda) (concept based on this post)

you know, it's not like you were ugly, dumb or poor. in fact, you consider yourself rather attractive, smart and quite rich. but it seems that no one has noticed that which... might've been why you were single for a very long period of time.

very meaning from when you were born up until recently.

you had always desired for a relationship. wanting to experience the joys of love, the romance, the contentment you get whenever you're with that special someone.

unfortunately you never got to experience that. never. even after putting down your dignity and renting a boyfriend.

you had rented a rather pretty looking guy from this... dodgy website called 'rent-a-darling'? was that the name? it probably is. what a weird website it's called. anyways, it was basically a rental boyfriend/girlfriend website and you had absolutely struck gold with it.

perfect face, perfect body, incredibly intelligent... he was basically a work of art. and his personality wasn't half that bad either! he cracked jokes and they were entertaining enough! he made you laugh, feel better about your miserable love life...

but he just wasn't it.

so you decided to end contact with him. there was no point in continuing that rental service anyways. it's not like he'd like you back even if you fell for him.

except that was exactly what happened?? a few days after you officially ended your contact with your absolute god of a rental boyfriend, he showed up at your doorstep, panting as a lovesick look paints his beautiful features.

you were concerned to say the least. after all, you had never seen him act in such a way before. which was why you allowed him in... which led you to your current situation which was far from ideal.

"could you let me go please? my arms are sore..."

"you know, you're really cute like this."

you merely sigh in response, looking away as you grow awkward under his obsessed gaze. this has been the fifth day since he tied you up, only allowing you to leave the bed for meals and the toilet.

and in those five days he's openly admitted to be in love with you.

while it was nice and endearing to hear such words, you only wish it was from someone you actually loved back. and maybe not as crazy as this guy was.

"can you please let me go? do you want money or something? i can give it to you-"

"what i want is your love, and that cannot be bought with money."

he interjects promptly, still smiling at you with his pearly white teeth which were honestly starting to creep you out. why were they so white? why was he so objectively perfect? and why was he madly obsessed with you?

"hey can i just ask something? why are you so obsessed? like just why."

he pauses for a second, hummung contently as he shuts his eyes for a bit.

"I'm not sure why,"

his eyes open again and he continues his sentence. this time, you can't help but feel an impending sense of dread in your gut when he speaks.

"i guess i just really adore you."

he then giggles oddly, tugging at your bedsheets as his face nears yours.

"you complete me, my love."

you grimace as his face nears yours. ugh, what you wanted was that lovey dovey shit you saw on television. not whatever this was. kidnapping and constant moans of how your captor loves you.

but oh well, it is a relationship. just not the one you wanted. maybe you could learn to deal with it-

"darling! if you tell me how much you love me, block everyone else you know, leave your job, and promise to run away with me, I'll untie you! how about it?"

...yeah, you're not dealing with this. perhaps you're just not meant for love.

[delulujuls]

papaya nails and everything nice | op81

hi! i dont really know how to comment on that one, i just get this idea from few videos where oscar actually admitted that he has very interesting relationship with his nails

anyway, is this original? i think it is. is this wholesome? hell yes, we do be supportin in this household. enjoy!

summary: oscar is having an unusual problem but it's nothing a manicure cant fix

warnings: none, i hope that painted nails on a boy arent a trigger

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!mclarendriver (ft. lando)

Oscar had been struggling to get himself together for some time now. As far back as he could remember, he considered himself as organized and put-together person who kept everything in check. However, for the past few weeks he had been the complete opposite—nothing seemed to go his way, he was incredibly scattered, sleeping poorly and was always last-minute everywhere.

This day was no exception to the rule that had persistently dominated Piastri's life for the past few weeks. Hurrying, he entered the garage running late and quickly started changing, not wanting to delay the start of training. His hair was messy, clearly having just detached from the pillow a few moments ago. Y/N observed her friend from the corner of her eye, seeing him struggle with unzipping his jumpsuit. Without hesitation, she approached him and eased his suffering, helping him with the zipper.

"Thanks," he mumbled, throwing a fleeting glance at his friend. Only then did Y/N noticed that Oscar's face was marked by several red streaks.

"Something happened?" she asked, clearly concerned. The recent strange behavior of Oscar had not escaped anyone on the team and she was no exception.

"I overslept, nothing new lately," Piastri casually replied, putting on the jumpsuit and fastening it around his neck. He brushed his hair off his face and only now did Y/N have a full view of his face, where red stripes were visible on his even paler-than-usual skin.

"Yes, that too, but that's not what I meant," she said.

Y/N took her phone and showed him his reflection. He furrowed his brows in surprise but took the phone from her and looked at his face. It was a fact, there were strange red marks on it. After a moment, he figured out why he looked like so this morning.

"They're probably scratches; I must have done them in my sleep."

"Scratches?" she scrunched her eyebrows and involuntarily glanced at his nails when he handed her the phone. Indeed, Oscar's nails could make many girls envious.

Y/N still had something to ask, but she was called to take her place in the car. She didn't have the chance to exchange a single word with Oscar until lunchtime. The couple sat in the cafeteria and as Y/N was familiar with both the old Oscar, whom she had known for several years and the slowly emerging new Oscar, she had never paid much attention to his hands or, more importantly, his nails.

"Has this happened to you before?" Y/N asked when they were both eating lunch and Oscar focused all his attention on what she assumed was his first eagerly awaited meal of the day.

"That I took two portions of rice with vegetables for lunch?" he asked with his mouth full, glancing at her in the meantime "No, honestly, this is my debut."

She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not asking about that. I mean, have you ever looked like you've just met Wolverine?"

"Still have those marks?"

Y/N nodded in response as she continued eating.

Oscar sighed, swallowing what was in his mouth and wondering whether to tell her about the embarrassing nonsense that had haunted him for as long as he could remember. Seeing her curious gaze he decided to confess to her an unusual fact about himself.

"I can't cut my nails."

Oscar threw this statement into the air without much ado. Honestly, at this point in his life where he was and with all the things happening, most of which didn't go the way they should, thinking about things like his unfortunate nails would be total foolishness.

"Oh, really?" she was surprised, but it was the kind of surprise when you hear some fun fact you didn't know before.

"You reacted like I just told you that there are twice as many kangaroos as people in Australia."

"It's quite an unusual thing, you're probably the first person I know who can't do it."

"I don't know if it's something to feel special about, although probably yes since for the rest of the day, I look like I do."

Oscar replied, pointing to his scratched face.

"What's worse," he continued, not interrupting his eating, "Even when I manage to deal with them, it takes a moment and they look the same again. They grow terribly fast."

"If you want, I can help you with them," she offered, glancing at him.

Oscar hesitated for a moment and after that he looked at her uncertainly.

"Could you?"

"Of course!"

Shortly afterward, Y/N's hotel room turned into improvised nail salon. She took her task very seriously, pleased that Oscar allowed her to do anything extra such as cutting his cuticles or giving his hands a massage with a cookie-scented cream.

"You have nice nails," he said when she massaged his hands. Her nails had short square shapes with a matte finish. The color was no surprise; it was papaya orange. "Do PR people dip their fingers in this too?"

Y/N laughed and shook her head.

"No, I just noticed this nail polish in the drugstore and I thought I'd take it. It amused me that this color haunts me everywhere."

"Do you do your nails yourself?" Oscar looked at her with a slight shock. "It must be terribly hard and time-consuming."

"I've been doing them for a few years now and as you can see they are pretty simple, so with each time I get better at it."

She replied, taking a bit more cream. She noticed that he was silently looking at her hands; it seemed that he was particularly paying attention to her nails.

"I can paint yours too if you want."

"Mine?"

Y/N nodded and Oscar looked at her, shocked by how effortlessly she seemed to read his thoughts.

"Painted nails aren't for boys. "

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Anyone can have painted nails, Oscar."

"Zac would be pissed at me. PR people probably too."

"Fuck Zac, fuck PR people," she looked him in the eyes. "Everyone has the right to look how they want, so if Lewis can have earrings and tattoos, Alex could have red hair, then you or any other guy can have painted nails."

Oscar hesitated for a while, looking at her uncertainly. He was silent for a moment, thinking hard. However, he decided that it was time to finally do something contrary to the norm. He has stuck to the rules and regulations all his life, so it's time to make a small concession that won't harm anyone.

"Can you make them for me with a shiny finish?"

Y/N smiled and nodded, hurriedly getting off the bed and grabbing her bag with all the supplies. The smile on Oscar's face appeared with each painted nail, pushing away his fears and insecurities.

When the girl started finishing his other hand after more than an hour, Lando came into the bedroom without any warning, complaining about his friends and the fact that none of them had replied to any of his messages for over forty minutes.

When Norris noticed what he was witnessing, he opened his mouth in shock and his eyes almost fell out of his sockets. Both Oscar and Y/N knew their friend's unfiltered chatter, so they mentally prepared themselves for some comment from him. But beside that, he hurriedly took off his shoes and all excited sat on the bed, rolling up his sleeves.

"Oh my God! Will you do mine too?"

[xoxoavenger]

So Scarlet (It Was Maroon)

pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N likes to romanticize her relationship with Luke, much to the anger of everyone around her. Percy wants to remind her of the rose colored glasses, he just doesn't know how.

word count: 3076

warnings: some angst

part 1 part 3

birthday celebration main masterlist

Y/N may be going crazy.

At least, that's what everyone thinks is going on. But they would never say that to her face. Not because they're scared of her, but they are scared of what Percy will do will if he caught them. For some reason, Percy had adopted her as his older sister and even though Luke had tried to kill him, he felt bad for Y/N. He had watched as Luke brought the sword down on her head, watched Y/N's heart break as she poured herself out to him. He knew she must be in pain, must be hurting. The wound was still fresh, having only taken place a couple weeks ago. 

But she was driving him insane with all her memories, and he was going to explode soon.

She didn't always say it out loud, didn't always reminisce with everyone, but they all knew what was going on. Today she had decided to tell them, since it was just him and two of her siblings in the stables, and Percy has been reminding himself all day that not only is Y/N a woman but also a counselor, so if he punches her he'll just cause more problems. Oh, and she's in pain already, another good reason not to punch her. 

"One time," Y/N starts, and Percy has to clench his teeth to keep the sigh back. He'll punch anyone else who sighs, though. They're in the stables, cleaning up with Silena and her other sister Allegra. "Luke and I snuck out to the stables and spent the night here." She's smiling as she says it, and Percy steals a look over at Silena. She's pursing her mouth and raking, so Percy decides he shouldn't say anything either.

"Don't you have hay fever?" Allegra tries to remind her, but it's like Y/N can't hear her. It's probably for the better, to just let her finish this story and they can all get on with their lives.

"The cleaning harpies don't come in here, so they didn't bug us, and none of the campers wanted to come out here either that late. It was one of those nights when the Northern Lights were visible - that's only happened once in all the time that we've been at camp." Y/N is still working on cleaning, and Percy wants to rake his eyes out.

"Did you freeze your ass off?" He snarks, not able to keep his mouth shut. She turns to him, snapping her head. He feels bad, but he could not stand her talking about Luke any longer.

"It was last September at Camp Half-Blood. The weather was great." She snarks, but she's clearly gotten the memo to shut the fuck up about Luke. Percy freezes, because he thought this was recently.

"Last summer?" He mutters, pausing his work. He and Annabeth were the only two that knew Y/N and Luke weren't actually dating; they weren't sworn to secrecy but they both knew it would be better if no one else found out. But according to Annabeth, they had only been dating a couple months when Percy showed up, so why was she talking about something that happened before they were dating.

"You spent the night with him before this summer?" Silena has also paused her work, but Y/N doesn't look at any of them, just keeps working.

"Spent the night? What are you talking about?" Percy feels so lost and he hates that feeling.

"You didn't hear?" Allegra asks, and now she's not working either. "For the past month, Luke was sneaking into the cabin to sleep with Y/N."

"Yeah, and she hasn't slept since." Y/N throws her rake down, stomping out of the stables, clearly angry. The other three watch as she leaves, her hand coming up to wipe her tears.

"Maybe because she has a head injury from the bottom of Backbiter." Percy snaps, going back to his work.

"Thank God we don't have to worry about Luke sneaking in anymore." Allegra mutters, and Percy tries to take a deep breath because he's not Y/N's sibling and he just made fun of her.

"She's not sleeping, so it's not a great solution anyway." Percy settles on, ignoring Silena's side eye.

~

"What do you think will happen after Camp?" Luke muttered into her hair. They're laying on a blanket on the beach, Luke's arm around her shoulders so she had a nice pillow for her head. She was holding his hand, rubbing her thumb up and down his skin.

"After camp?" She mutters, the setting sun and the warmth from summer making her tired. She ships to lay more against his chest, letting go of his hand as he moves it down to her waist.

"Yeah. We have to leave eventually." Luke tells her, rubbing his fingers up and down her arm. She throws her own over him, lazily rubbing circles around his clothed ribs. This is supposed to be for show, but she's not sure who's looking.

"I don't like thinking about that." Y/N sighs, frowning. She doesn't know what to do without Camp; sure, she's done schoolwork, she knows more than most high schoolers do, all thanks to Chiron's rigorous classes. Because there weren't many people during the school year, they would trade off days of actual teaching and free days of homework. She really didn't want to go to college or get an actual job.

"We have to leave at some point." Luke tells her, and she shutters.

"Can we talk about something else?" She asks, opening her eyes into the sun and looking into him.

"Sure." He can tell it's agitating her, so he shuffles a little and closes his eyes as looks up at the sky. "What's your favorite flower?"

"Lavender roses." She answers quickly. She waits for a second, knowing Luke will ask another question. "You don't remember the rose class I taught you?" She smirks. A couple weeks ago while they had overseen arts and crafts she had been painting roses. Luke hadn't even known there was different colored roses, and being the daughter of Aphrodite she had taught him all about each meaning.

"Red is love," He names off, and she nods against him. "Yellow is friendship. White is innocence." He pauses, and she knows that he has just named off the easy ones that he knows.

"Alright, so purple is different than lavender, remember that? Purple is still pretty, it's passion and infatuation. But lavender is unique love." She's smiling at the thought of someone giving her these roses, of Luke giving her these roses.

"Unique love." Luke repeats, nodding his head. "I'll remember that." He tells her, but she shakes her head.

"You will? Because I already told you once and you didn't remember." She giggles. He shakes her, moving so both his arms around her now. She shifts to be more comfortable, and she's sure she could fall asleep.

"No, I'll remember this time." He kisses her head, and she once again wonders if there's someone around or if he's doing this for her.

She wonders if there will ever be a day when she doesn't have to ask that question.

She wakes up, in the middle of a deep breath. Her heart is racing, and she has to remind herself with a reach of her hand that Luke left. He's gone now, and he's not coming back. He clearly didn't want to take her with him, and if she would have even gone is another question she doesn't know the answer to.

She gets up and puts on a sweatshirt, a camp one that's Luke's but no one will know it's Luke's. She takes a deep breath, trying not to cry over the fact that the sweatshirt is starting to lose his scent. It's the last thing she has of his, not wanting to take anything from his siblings and cause a scene. She's just lucky Annabeth and Percy didn't tell anyone that it was all fake.

Her mother hasn't been back to visit, and she's not sure if it's a good or bad thing. She doesn't want to talk to the goddess, knowing that all the conversation will accomplish was Y/N's embarrassment and making her even more upset than she already was. What was the point of talking to her mom when she knew that something was going on with Luke? She had to know that they lied, had to know that it was fake.

Yeah, it was probably good her mom hadn't come to visit.

She was wearing nice slippers, so she didn't walk to the beach. Instead she walked to the fields where the flowers grew. It was cool, not cold and not as dewy as a normal morning but still wet. She stood in the field a slight breeze making her shiver slightly.

"What are you doing?"

She turned quickly, heart beating fast. Her mother was standing in the field, somehow glowing even though the sun hadn't risen. Y/N didn't know what time it was, but the sky was still dark, so she knew it was early.

"Do not disrespect me right now, Y/N." Her mother snaps, and Y/N's eyes widen. She hasn't even said anything and her mother is already mad at her. "What are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't sleep." She answers. Aphrodite makes a face, and Y/N doesn't know what she said wrong but clearly she said something wrong.

"If this is about the son of Hermes," Her mother turns her head, as if in disgust, and Y/N sighs.

"I thought you liked tragic love stories." She says it without thinking, as if her mom were a normal person. As if her mom weren't a goddess.

"This wasn't a love story at all!" Aphrodite yells, and Y/N shrinks back. She looks away, trying to keep the quick rising tears back.

"It was to me." She whispers. She can't help it; everyone seems to forget that she was in love with Luke, that he broke her heart and she can't just snap back from that. Her mother's words cut deeper than a knife, slicing her heart open.

"What?" Her mom asks, not expecting this much talkback. No one says these things to gods, even if the gods are their parents. Especially to Aphrodite. Her children generally praise her.

"I was in love!" She screams, not caring if she wakes everyone up. Her mother started this, and she will finish it. It's all her mom's fault anyway; if she hadn't had the stupid rule for her children, none of this would have happened. "It was a love story because I was in love. It doesn't matter what it started out as or that it ended with my heart broken instead of his. I'm sorry I let you down. Is that what you want to hear?" She's breathing heavily, staring at her mom. Aphrodite might as well be a statue with how frozen she is, and Y/N thinks her own mother is going to kill her right now.

It might just be worth it to have gotten that off her chest.

"Who do you think you are?" Aphrodite whispers lowly, moving closer to Y/N. She tries not to shrink back, but it's hard. She's not afraid, but for a moment she thinks of Luke. The thought of never seeing him again, not having the chance if she dies right here. She closes her eyes, but everything goes still. After a moment, she opens them to see her mom looking down at her with concern and some unreadable emotion. "Why did you lie to me?" Her mom surprises her with that question.

"I didn't think someone could fall in love with me in four months." She says quietly, looking down at the ground. She pulls the sleeves of Luke's sweatshirt over her hands. "And the thought of breaking some innocent guy's heart? I mean, it's a little outdated, Mom." She tries to joke, but Aphrodite just stares.

"He was in love with you." The goddess says, causing Y/N to shake her head. "Really, you're gonna go against me? Your mother, a goddess?" Y/N gives a small smile.

"He left." She says, voice cracking with emotion. She shakes her head again, wiping her face. She doesn't know when the tears fell, but her face is wet. "I should get back to my cabin. Thanks for," Y/N doesn't know why Aphrodite came to Camp Half-Blood, why she visited in person, and she honestly isn't sure she appreciates it. But she walks past her mom, leaving the goddess behind her in the field.

"Don't give up hope yet." Y/N's not sure what her mom means by that, but she doesn't turn around, knowing her mom is going to turn into her true form to leave. The gold light washes over her, and all she can think about is if her mom meant on Luke or on love.

~

"My mom visited me this morning." Y/N says to Percy as they get their food. Traditionally, campers were supposed to get their meals and eat at specific tables with their cabin members only, but Percy didn't have any and Y/N was lonely, so she had got Mr. D to allow them to eat together. Chiron wasn't thrilled when he found out, being a stickler for the rules, but they all knew he wouldn't police where they ate. They settled for a couple stares across the pavilion every day during meals.

"In person?" Percy asks, grabbing a premade sandwich from the tray. Y/N had told him all about her mother's visits when they had first gotten close, so Percy knew how rare and scary an in person visit was.

"Yeah. I don't know why she came, but I got the feeling I had embarrassed her with Luke." Percy bit back a groan. He hated talking about Luke, but it seemed to be Y/N's favorite thing. He felt bad enough that he couldn't tell her to shut up (yet), but it was getting on his nerves.

"What'd she say?" Percy asks as they head to their table, the only completely empty one beside the Zeus table.

"She told me it wasn't a love story, so I yelled at her. I mean, who does she think she is?" She complains, setting her food down across from him. He feels his heart rate spike as he struggles to reign himself in.

"Do you think maybe she was trying to protect you?" He asks, not even able to take a bite of his food yet. He's not sure why he's trying to get Y/N to see the error in her thinking, when she seems to just get more delusional as time goes on.

"From what?" Y/N scoffs, tensing. Percy can tell this is going to be a fight.

"Luke," He says, as if it's obvious. Y/N squints and shakes her head.

"Why would she need to protect me from Luke?" She asks, leaning back. "I mean, when we were dating, he-"

"It wasn't real!" Percy screams, getting everyone's attention. He didn't want to do this here, but he can't take it anymore. It's like she's somehow convinced herself that their relationship was perfect. She's made Luke into a different person in her mind. Or maybe Percy just thinks he's a villain because he tried to kill him and is trying to overthrow the gods, but that's more solid reasoning in his mind than Y/N's.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Y/N warns lowly, not wanting a scene. Her cheeks are flush, because there's no way no one is going to know after this. Everyone will know.

"I was there, Y/N. He tried to kill me. He tried to kill you!" He argues, and watches as Y/N takes a deep breath. He had watched Luke grab her, watched him hit her with the bottom of his sword and let her fall to the ground. He had stood there in fear as Luke stepped over her lifeless body. That isn't love; it can't be love. He has to get it into her head, but he doesn't think even this will.

"I was there too, Percy. And my mom told me that his heart was broken. I'll believe the feelings more than I believe a couple words from a broken heart." She gets up, leaving her plate untouched, and walks out of the pavilion. Percy watches her, along with every single other camper who has stopped what they're doing to watch the fight ensue. He looks over to Annabeth, who is looking at him with a frown. He hangs his head, knowing he messed up.

Percy takes a deep breath and gets up to go find Y/N and apologize, but Annabeth is suddenly at his side, hand on his shoulder.

"Let her have some time. That was a lot. I'm sure she'd like to be alone." She says it with a smile, but Percy knows it's his fault and he knows Annabeth blames him too.

"I'm sorry." He mutters, putting his head into his hands.

"I know you are." She tells him, sitting on the bench but not removing her hand. "But she needs time. It was a lot to process." And her mom probably didn't help either, Percy thought, but he didn't want to tell Annabeth about it. He couldn't betray Y/N like that.

"Hopefully she'll be okay." Percy sighs, watching Y/N disappear into the woods.

"She will." Annabeth squeezes his shoulder and then moves to her own table, leaving him alone.

He wishes he had more patience, but he was not known for his patience. It would be fine. He'd apologize when Y/N came back, and he'd have a conversation about not bringing Luke up at every moment.

It would be fine.

Meanwhile, Y/N was stomping through the woods. She knew she was annoying, that everyone was tired of her talking about Luke, but she never expected Percy of all people to get angry with her. She definitely didn't expect him to call her out in front of all the campers.

She was deep in her thoughts when she heard a crack in front of her. Her heart dropped, because even in the middle of the day she was still scared. She had been looking down when she was walking, angry and making sure she wasn't going to trip or step on anything.

When she looks up he's there, holding lavender carnations. Everything stops, her stomach dropping and heart in her throat. She doesn't want to believe her eyes, but then he steps forward.

"They didn't have any roses."

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler (also thanks to the comments from @jadahxx and @commanderfreethatdust who commented on the last fic asking for a part 2 sorry its angst <3)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my friends i love them?

okay, hear me out before writing this off as fake or “trying to make the other party look bad”. i promise this is a genuine problem i need to have figured out.

i (20) am autistic so i have a hard time telling when i do something wrong, and it’s difficult for me to make friends. however, i was part of an online friend group for ~3-4 years. i was the oldest and the others (17-19) all knew each other irl, so it felt a little awkward (to me) for me to be there, but i considered them my closest friends and my only safe space to be myself.

in the time we were friends, i made some mistakes, some of which i’d rather not get into for personal reasons. but recently the group decided they didn’t want me there anymore, so i was kicked from the discord server and they all blocked me. i was sent a long message about why, and that’s where my confusion starts.

in the message, they brought up some things that didn’t make sense to me as a “bad” thing.

1. they said i’d talked to them about drugs and alcohol “while [they] were still minors”, which is true, but misleading when it’s just said like that. what i actually did was infodump about safe use, because it happened to be one of my fixations at the time, and sometimes mention being high in my channel, but nothing more than that. as for them being minors, some were 17 and some were 18, so it’s really not that different to having DARE come and talk to you about drugs, at least in my eyes. i never encouraged them to use, i never told them to use, and i never gave them resources to use. i only talked about safe use.

2. this is where my title comes in. they told me i was guilttripping and manipulating them by talking about them being my “longest friends” and telling them i loved them. point blank, nothing more to it, that’s what they said. along with that was an added “we know that’s not how you meant it but the effect was there”. this is what i don’t understand and why i need to know if i’m actually a bad person for this or not. yes, i’d talk about them being my longest friends, because i was grateful they had stuck around so long. i’d tell them i loved them just off the bat, whenever i wanted to tell them. it was never about guilttripping or manipulating them, it was always about wanting to show that i appreciated them.

3. this one is a hard one i think. they said that i’d “never disproven [my] ex’s accusations”. i don’t really want to get into what happened which my ex since i know i made mistakes in that relationship, but what’s important to note here is that i had sent my ex’s accusations to one member of the group who’d then sent me a text telling me that they believed i was different now.

this is the text copy-pasted:

“it's definitely a rough situation. but since i know *y'all*, i definitely believe your side. not to mention, you acknowledged your mistakes and the things you did. and i think for all the statements they made about "they knew we had [this traumal", they should've had proof of y'all discussing that. like i can say my girlfriend knows i have body image issues, but i could totally be pulling that out of my ass, you can't just take my word for it. they can't just say things without proof, especially if the things they say could *ruin* y'all's life.”

but in the message as to why i was no longer in the group, they said that actually they didn’t believe me at all, which completely contradicts that text.

and yeah, that’s my explanation of the situation. i genuinely don’t know if i’m the asshole or not, and i’ve been beating myself up about it. this whole situation has made my trust in friends go down, especially since i trusted that group with everything about me. any advice is welcome too.

thank you for listening. have a great day. :)

What are these acronyms?

[misshoneyimhome]

Since the pregnancy scare one shot was so good! Can we get a Willy Nylander x inexperienced reader one shot where she finds out she’s actually pregnant? Maybe they also go to the first appointment together? Thanks!

Oh love, of course we can ❤️🌺 Hopefully, this will be just as enjoyable 🙏🏼 I'm in such a soft dad!Willy mood 🥰

Just a quick note, I’ve set this one a little in the future 😉

Warnings: 18+ smut - oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), cum inside

Word count: 3.3K

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It wasn’t exactly planned or expected—though not entirely unexpected either.

You knew it was possible and something you’d both considered for the future, but it happened a little sooner than you’d anticipated.

_

You and William Nylander had been together for two years, and although the idea of parenthood had come up in conversation, it wasn’t something you were planning on just yet. Sure, you’d recently had your IUD removed as it had expired, but that only led to you both considering new options for contraception.

Life was going so well.

William was thriving in Toronto, with his contract ensuring his stay for another six or seven years, and your own career was flourishing, with new responsibilities and a better salary—not that it really mattered, given William’s income. After spending your first season together and moving in with him, you’d started talking about finding a new place to build a home together, somewhere that didn’t remind William of his bachelor days. So, you relocated just a few streets away, but several floors up, into a new apartment that felt fresh and full of promise.

But the universe had other plans. It was the night marking your two-year anniversary when fate decided to intervene.

William only had training that day, so it was a perfect opportunity for the two of you to celebrate. You’d gone all out—cooking your favourite meals, setting the table with candles, and savouring a romantic evening in. The atmosphere was perfect, filled with warmth and laughter as you reminisced about your journey together. And as the night wore on, the connection between you quickly deepened, and you could see that familiar, mischievous spark light up in William’s eyes as he leaned in and suggested moving to the bedroom.

“Willy,” you chuckled, trying to sound serious as you reached the bed. “You need a condom. I had my IUD removed, remember?”

He simply waved off your concern with a confident smile. “Babe, it doesn’t work that quickly. Trust me. I want to feel you… all of you.”

Although you were sceptical, your desire to be with him overcame your hesitation. So, you went along with it, trusting in his confidence and his pull-out game.

As always, the night was filled with passion and intimacy, a perfect celebration of your relationship.

William began by lavishing you with attention, his skilled mouth moving between your thighs, as he adored the taste of you and could spend hours painting your body with his tongue.

Yet he also wanted to feel himself inside you. So, after bringing you to climax with his mouth and fingers, he eased himself into you, your moans echoing through the room.

As always, your bodies melted together, as if they were sculptured to, beads of sweat forming as he moved rhythmically in and out of you, stimulating your walls and causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.

William’s length always felt perfectly aligned inside you, and the rush of pleasure soon overwhelmed any lingering concerns about protection.

Then, amidst euphoria and sounds of sex, he effortlessly flipped you around, and you rode him with practised ease. Endorphins surged as you moved your hips, losing yourself in the sensation and preparing for another climax.

“Oh Willy, I’m gonna come,” you moaned, closing your eyes and quickening the pace.

“Mmmm, fuck yes, baby,” William breathed out heavily, feeling his own climax building. 

Your walls were gripping him tightly, and he could barely hold back. His fingers dug into your hips as you intensified your motions, and William could no longer control himself. Though a small voice in his head reminded him of his promise to pull out, it seemed increasingly difficult with you on top. So, the voice quickly faded as you moaned his name, clenched around him, and reached your climax, causing him to release inside you.

There was a brief silence as you both untangled and realised the situation. Yet, after a quick clean-up, you agreed not to let it worry you. You both simply laughed and reassured yourselves that the removal of the IUD wouldn’t have an immediate effect.

And as you fell asleep in his arms, the connection between you felt stronger than ever, and you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment.

But little did you know, that night would mark the beginning of a new chapter in your lives.

_

Weeks passed, and a sense of unease began to creep in. It wasn’t just that your period was late—again—but everything just felt off. 

You found yourself snapping at the smallest things, your mood swings more intense than ever before. Simple tasks that you used to breeze through now felt exhausting, leaving you drained by midday. Even getting out of bed in the mornings had become a struggle, the kind of bone-deep fatigue that you couldn’t shake, no matter how much sleep you got.

At first, you tried to brush it off. Maybe it was just stress, you reasoned, or perhaps your body was still adjusting after having the IUD removed. But as the days went on and the symptoms didn’t ease, your anxiety grew. The nagging feeling that something wasn’t right became impossible to ignore, so you decided to make an appointment with your gynaecologist, just to be sure.

-

On the day of your appointment, you sat in the waiting room, your nerves making it hard to sit still. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one heightening your anxiety. And when the nurse finally called your name, you followed her into the examination room, your heart pounding louder with each step.

The examination felt like it took forever. You could hear the steady tick of the clock on the wall as the gynaecologist performed the ultrasound, her face carefully neutral. You searched her expression for any clues, your heart racing with anticipation. And when she finally looked up from the monitor, her voice was calm but carried the weight of what she was about to say.

“Well, it seems like you’re pregnant,” she said gently, her eyes meeting yours. “You’re about nine weeks along.”

The words echoed in your mind, feeling both surreal and impossible. “Pregnant?” you repeated, your voice barely more than a whisper. “But how? We were using contraception… or… I mean, used to.”

The doctor nodded sympathetically, her tone understanding. “No contraceptive method is foolproof. It’s possible the IUD didn’t fully prevent pregnancy, or there could have been other factors at play.”

Overwhelmed, you left the clinic in a daze, the reality of the situation weighing heavily on your mind. And naturally, your first instinct was to call William, to share the news with him, but you knew he was at practice. Still, you needed to tell him as soon as possible.

“Hey, Willy,” you said when he answered the phone a couple of hours later in between sessions, your voice trembling despite your efforts to stay calm. “Do you think you can come home early? I need to talk to you about something important.”

His concern was immediate, his tone serious. “Of course. What’s wrong?”

“I’ll explain when you get here,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just please come home.”

That evening, William walked through the door, his face a mixture of worry and confusion. You could see the tension in his posture, the way he scanned your face for clues as to what was going on. You led him to the sofa, your hands shaking slightly as you prepared to tell him.

“I went to the gynaecologist today,” you began, your voice unsteady as you forced the words out. “And she told me I’m pregnant.”

William’s reaction was immediate—his face went pale, his eyes widening in shock. For a moment, he seemed completely frozen, as if his brain was struggling to process what you’d just said. The silence stretched between you, heavy with uncertainty, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of fear at his lack of response.

“Pregnant?” he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes as you met his gaze. “Yes, the doctor confirmed it. I’m about nine weeks along.”

For a long moment, William sat in silence, his expression unreadable as he appeared lost in thought. You knew how much he had always wanted to be a father, but the weight of the reality seemed to be hitting him like a tidal wave. And the longer the silence dragged on, the more anxious you became, unsure of what he was thinking or how he was feeling.

Even as you went to bed together, he remained silent, not uttering a single word.

-

The next day, you woke up a couple of hours before William. You lay there for a while, simply watching him sleep. His face, usually so full of energy, was peaceful and relaxed, and you couldn’t help but smile at how different he looked in these quiet moments. There was a tenderness in his expression, even as he slept, that made your heart swell with love.

Eventually, you slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and quietly made your way to the kitchen. You wanted to start the day slowly, giving yourself time to process everything that had happened the day before. The familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room as you prepared a pot, but what had once been a comforting aroma now made your stomach churn. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, coffee had become something of a trigger for your morning sickness, so you opted for a cup of tea instead.

As the tea brewed, you allowed yourself to savour the moment of silence. The kitchen was bathed in soft morning light, the only sounds being the gentle clink of the teapot and the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. It was a peaceful start to the day.

But the quiet was soon broken by the soft pitter-patter of paws as Pablo and Banksy wandered across the floor to greet you. The dogs had sensed the changes in you long before you had even realised. Over the past few weeks, they had been unusually attentive, sticking close to your side as if they were aware of the new life growing inside you. You reached down to give them a gentle scratch behind the ears, smiling as they nuzzled against your legs.

After finishing your tea, you decided to take the dogs out for a quick morning walk. You dressed in your most comfortable clothes—soft leggings and an oversized jumper—enjoying how they hugged your body as you slowly walked through the quiet streets. The air was crisp and fresh, the early morning stillness soothing your mind. The streets were almost empty, save for the occasional jogger or dog walker, and you found comfort in the solitude, using the time to gather your thoughts.

When you returned home, you brewed another cup of tea, feeling more settled now. Your stomach was beginning to calm down as well, so you decided to make breakfast. Pancakes seemed like the perfect choice—Swedish pancakes, to be precise, as they had become a favourite of yours ever since you started dating William.

As you whisked the batter, the kitchen began to fill with the mouth-watering aroma of cooking pancakes. And the smell was enough to rouse William from his sleep. 

Gently, he appeared in the doorway to the open-plan kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep and a sleepy smile on his face, dressed in nothing but boxers and an open robe. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just watching you as you moved about the kitchen. You looked beautiful, radiant even, with the soft morning light highlighting your features.

In his mind, William reminded himself how much he loved you. How incredibly lucky he was to have you in his life. You were his everything—his rock, his confidant, his partner in every sense of the word. You’d been by his side through all the ups and downs over the past two years, and now, the thought of starting a family with you filled him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. He couldn’t believe how fortunate he was to share this journey with you.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” you said softly, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Good morning, älskling,” William replied, a light smirk playing on his lips as he stepped closer to you. He wrapped his hands around your hips, pulling you close as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was gentle, tender, with the lingering taste of mint on your lips. He held you there for a moment, just savouring the warmth of your body against his.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked, your voice soft and gentle as your arms draped around his neck.

“Mmm,” he nodded, though there was a hint of hesitation in his response. “Just… had a lot on my mind.”

You could sense the unease in his voice, the way his brow furrowed slightly as he spoke. “Willy…” you whispered, concern evident in your tone, but he shook his head, as if trying to dismiss his thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, his voice firm, but laced with a vulnerability that caught you off guard.

“Sorry? For what?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you searched his eyes.

“For freezing up last night…” he confessed, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I just… I got scared.”

“Willy, you don’t need to apologise,” you reassured him, offering a soft smile as you reached up to cup his cheek. “I know this is huge, for both of us. It’s a lot to take in.”

“Exactly. Last night, all I could think about was myself—how scared I was at the thought of becoming a dad,” he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. “I didn’t think about how you must be feeling, or how much I want this, too.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a rush of love for the man standing in front of you. “What are you talking about? Willy, you’re going to be an amazing dad.”

“I hope so,” he said, looking back up at you, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. “It’s just… I want to do this right. I don’t want to let you down.”

“Willy, you’ll never let me down,” you replied, your voice firm but gentle. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, a soothing gesture you knew he loved.

“I’ll do my best,” he said, his voice softening as he leaned into your touch. “I love you so much… I guess it just hit me last night. It all suddenly felt so real.”

“Well,” you said, moving away from him to pick up the ultrasound scan you’d left on the counter. “It is real. And I know we’re both a little scared, but I also think we’re ready.”

William took the photo from your hands, his expression softening as he looked at the tiny image. He studied it for a moment, a smile slowly spreading across his face. “This is him… or her?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips as you watched him.

“Wow…” he breathed out, awe colouring his voice. He placed the photo back down on the counter before turning to you. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. “I love you so much. And now… I just can’t wait to be a dad.”

“Well, you’ll have to wait another seven months,” you chuckled lightly as he set you down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“It’ll be worth the wait,” he said, his voice filled with certainty.

“Yeah,” you agreed, resting your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “It’s going to be amazing.”

_

William had, of course, been incapable of keeping the news a secret from his family and closest friends. Pasta, in particular, was one of the first to know.

And as you approached the 12-week mark, the anticipation was almost palpable. On the morning of your first scan, William was more excited than you’d ever seen him. He couldn’t stop talking about how incredible it would be to finally see the little life growing inside you. And his excitement was infectious, even though you were a bundle of nerves, anxious to know that everything was progressing as it should.

The two of you arrived at the clinic, hand in hand, and checked in at reception. The waiting room felt like a sanctuary, as William squeezed your hand, offering a reassuring smile, though you could see the flicker of anxiety in his eyes. This was definitely a significant moment for both of you.

And when your name was called, you followed the nurse into the softly lit examination room. You lay down on the examination table, and William took his place beside you, his gaze never leaving your face.

Then as the technician applied the cool gel to your belly and began the ultrasound, you held your breath, waiting for the first glimpse of your baby. William’s hand was warm in yours, his grip firm and supportive as the technician moved the wand over your abdomen.

“There we go,” the technician said softly as the screen flickered to life. “Here it is.”

For a moment, it felt like the room had shrunk, and the only thing that mattered was that small, fluttering figure on the screen. William’s eyes were fixed on the monitor, his expression unreadable as he stared at the tiny being nestled inside you.

“Is that…?” William’s voice was barely more than a whisper, filled with awe.

“That’s your baby,” the technician confirmed, her tone warm and encouraging.

William’s eyes slowly filled with tears, and he didn’t even try to hide it. The sight of the little figure, with its tiny limbs and the rapid flicker of a heartbeat, overwhelmed him completely. He blinked rapidly, trying to keep his composure, but the emotion was too strong. This was real. This was his child.

“Oh my God,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “That’s… that’s our baby.”

You turned to look at him, your own eyes misty as you saw the wonder and love on his face. The moment was indescribable, seeing him so moved, so utterly captivated by the sight of your baby. It was as if time had stopped, and in that instant, everything else faded away—there was just the three of you.

The technician continued with the scan, pointing out the tiny hands and feet, the curve of the baby’s spine, but William was barely listening. He was completely absorbed in the image on the screen, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as he tried to process the enormity of what he was seeing.

When the scan was over, and the technician had printed out a few pictures for you to keep, William remained quiet, lost in his thoughts as you both left the clinic. But his silence wasn’t from shock or fear, it was from a deep, profound sense of love and responsibility. The image of that tiny figure had changed something in him, solidifying the reality of the life you were creating together.

Later that evening, back at home, William was still clutching the ultrasound picture, his eyes lingering on the image as he sat beside you on the sofa. “I can’t believe that’s our baby,” he said softly, his voice full of wonder. “I never knew I could feel like this… It’s like everything’s changed.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the same deep connection. “It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?” you whispered, your heart full.

He nodded, finally looking up at you, his eyes shining with emotion. “Yeah… But it’s the best feeling in the world. I can’t wait to meet them.”

You smiled, placing a hand on your belly, feeling a deep sense of peace. “Neither can I.”

And as the two of you sat there, close together, the future felt more real than ever, filled with the promise of the new life you had seen for the first time that day.

[celaenaeiln]

What do you think of Slade and Dick’s relationship ok the comics? Dick somewhat killed his first child, was friends with his second and mentored his third so idk about you but I’d feel like Slade would have some pretty twisted feelings towards him by then even without the whole apprenticeship thing

It's weird? I can't really pin it down because Slade and Dick are kinda everything. They're enemies, allies, friends, as well as mentor and student. Dick is the one that Slade is closest to in the entire family. They're so close that Bruce actually called Dick to ask him for information about Slade.

Deathstroke (1991) Issue #7

"Dick--I need information. Tell me about Deathstroke. I remembered you fought against him several times...as well as fighting alongside him recently."

Bruce...do you need that calming tea because you're mad at criminals or because you're mad that Dick had dealings with Deathstroke?

Anyways, after Bruce hangs up on Dick, guess who Dick calls?

Deathstroke (1991) Issue #7

Wintergreen!

Who also lies to Adeline about someone calling Slade because she's mad at him.

Deathstroke (1991) Issue #7

So Dick and Slade have a tight mutual enemies but also friends relationship. And this was after joey died.

After Grant died, Slade was furious at the Titans and hated them for a while

The New Teen Titans (1980) Issue #2

He then uses this hate to plan and trap the Titans into the way of a specialized bomb but the titans escape. Afterwards comes the Judas Contract where he tries to kill all of them but fails.

However between Grant's death and the formation of Nightwing in Judas contract there's a very important scene between Dick and Slade. Even though Slade hates the Titans and blames from for Grant's passing, he still respects Dick an incredible amount. A year after Grant dies, Slade seeks out Dick individually.

Deathstroke (2016) Issue #19

So basically he finds out about Rose and the first thing he does is dump her on Dick. This ties into Dick's comic Renegade era because Dick as Robin has trained Rose when she was a kid in the rights and wrongs and how to be a good person but Slade as usual has the conscience of a goldfish so he changed his mind after he grew a little more separated after Grant's death. He now decided to push Rose into his ways.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #112

Instead of morals, he now wants Dick to teach her skills, tactics, and fighting techniques because even at his maddest moments, Slade has always respected Dick.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #80

The change from Slade asking Dick to teach Rose only his moral to teaching her his everything is a testament to how much Dick has grown from Robin to Nightwing. One of the most formidable villains ever is asking his long time enemy to teach his daughter. That's-there aren't enough words to express the weight of these scenes.

So Slade heavily respects Dick. He actually respects him the most out of the family despite what happened with Grant.

He respects Dick so much he was absolutely furious at Dick that he got himself shot and got amnesia.

How do we know this? It came out against his fight with Batman.

Batman Secret Files Issue #3

Wait, who's the great man that lost everything?

Batman Secret Files Issue #3

"You're going to got try and kidnap somebody you think I care about. So get to it. What do you think you can offer me? Why would I say yes?"

Batman Secret Files Issue #3

HE'S SO MAD THAT JOKER EXPLOITED HIS CARE FOR DICK AND HE'S SUPER MAD AT DICK AND BRUCE FOR HAVING THE JOKER FORCE HIS HAND.

He got himself involved so he could control the damage without seeming like he cares too much because he has a reputation to upkeep.

Slade really cares about Dick.

That's not to say he doesn't hate Dick at times. When Dick turned his daughter away from him, he got so furious he made a society of supervillains just to bomb Bludhaven. His rage was explosive (haha). He even used Damian to get to Dick.

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #12

Talia gets it.

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #12

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #12

But at this point Dick's just like seriously? screw off.

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #12

At this point Dick literally doesn't give a shit-he's just so done with everything.

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #12

Going back to post Grant's death, Slade still kinda sees himself as a mentor or like an older friend to Dick.

After the JL failed to contain Deathstroke, the Titans had to step in and Slade's thoughts about Dick are so funny

Deathstroke (1991) Issue #14

More than hating each other, it's more like Slade is a nuisance to Dick and he really only acts out when he thinks Dick's taken away one of his kids. They have a really long and complex history where their stories are deeply interwoven with each other. Dick has influenced the pivotal moments of Slade's life and Slade has done the same to Dick.

This moment from their team up in the Titans (1999) comic explains their dynamic best

Titans (1999) Issue #10

Dick keeps all of Slade's stuff to study but treats him with a healthy amount of suspicion while still helping him out and being on opposite sides.

Titans (1999) Issue #10

lol

Dick is sort of responsible for Grant's death, yes, but also Dick is Joey's best friend, Rose's second parent, allies with Wintergree, and helped save Adeline. He's involved with Slade's entire family.

Yeah Slade's feelings toward Dick are pretty confusing but I guess you can think of Slade's relationship with him as Slade's hero confidant. He also feels some sort of responsibility over Dick which is weird. Their history is too tight and closely connected for Slade to ever permanently hate Dick but his bouts of rage mainly come from him feeling betrayed by Dick.

Overall, Slade just wants Dick's attention, and Dick for the most part just wants Slade to stop pestering him.

[kesujo]

Vacation

Tags: girlxgirlxgirl, double penetration This is a continuation of 'Secrets', but it's not required to have read it to understand this. (Also, this is randomly first person POV)

Being busy is both a blessing and a curse.

On one hand, one gets stressed out. One's work starts to seep into one's private life, and finds themselves unable to enjoy the hobbies they used to enjoy. Even the more … intimate ones.

On the other hand, once a break arrives, relaxing felt much better. And after almost two straight months of busywork, many overnight shifts, and several all-nighters, we all were soo ready for a vacation.

“Why are your suitcases so small?” I asked, eyeing Tiffany’s and Taeyeon’s suitcases. Or rather, their suitcase. “I mean, we are staying at that house for a week, right?”

“Oh, this will be enough, don’t worry,” Tiffany said, closing the cover to the suitcase.

I, for some reason, was suddenly reminded of a few months back, when Tiffany and Taeyeon first proposed to ‘let me in on their secret’. “Ok, well I’m just about done packing too, so I’ll be down in a few,” I said, turning around, half to do what I told them I was going to do, half to hide the blush that was creeping onto my cheeks.

Whenever I thought about it, it seemed weird. I mean, who wouldn’t find having sex with your housemates on a semi-regular basis weird? Still, no matter how weird it seemed, it was undeniable that it always felt good. I was just glad that it didn’t affect our relationships at all.

Recently, actually, I found myself missing our normal night activities due to how busy we’ve all been. Every time I have had those thoughts, though, I had to stop myself; despite how frequently it happened, I still didn’t seem to be used to the idea. After all, both Taeyeon and Tiffany are gorgeous, and just knowing about our nightly activities made me feel … fortunate? Was that weird? I sighed and shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

I took a few minutes to finish packing and to calm myself down before going back downstairs, carefully carrying my suitcase down the steps. A few minutes later, after packing the car (which took like half a minute), we drove off.

It was only about a two-hour drive before we reached our destination. When we got there though, I could just about feel my eyes widen.

It was a huge two-story house with a lawn that could probably fit half a football field. On the other side of the house, I could just about make out tiled floor lined up against the grass and the tip for a pair of handrails to what I could only guess was a pool. “Wow, this is so big! How did you get this place?” I asked, looking around as much as I could through the window of the car.

“Ah, I just got lucky,” Taeyeon said dismissively. That made me a little suspicious, but I trusted Taeyeon enough to not question her. “The more important thing is that no one else is allowed near here, so we have this whole place to ourselves,” Taeyeon said as she pulled up to the front of the house.

“Really? Is there a lot to do here?” I inquired, stepping out of the car.

Tiffany, who was seated in the passenger seat, got out along with Taeyeon. “You’ll know when you get inside,” Tiffany said, heading towards the trunk.

Once again, I was reminded of that one night a few months ago, when Taeyeon and Tiffany. I felt my face grow hot again and averted my gaze from the other two. What was wrong with me?

After settling down and exploring the house a little bit (which, turns out, does have a pool in the backyard, equipped with a few lounge chairs a few mini-tables to put drinks on), Taeyeon set out to the kitchen to make dinner. When I suggested that I help, Taeyeon insisted that she do it alone, saying that she wanted to make dinner a surprise.

So with that, Tiffany and I took the time to explore the house. After going upstairs to check out the bedrooms, Tiffany excitedly squealed at how soft the bed looked and jumped into one. After only about a minute or so, Tiffany fell asleep, so I decided to leave her sleep and come back to wake her up when dinner was ready.

After exploring the rest of the second floor, I walked back downstairs, aimlessly walking around. Eventually, having nothing else to do, I found myself heading back to the kitchen.

“Taeyeon? Do you want help?” I asked, entering the room.

I froze as soon as I saw her. My heart suddenly started racing, and my breathing grew ragged. “Oh, you’re here Sica,” she said nonchalantly, turning around.

She was completely naked, save for an apron draped across her front. The cloth just barely covered her crotch, leaving her perfectly shaven, slim, milky white legs for show.

She smiled gently at me, as if nothing was wrong. “What’s wrong, Sica?” she asked, stepping towards me.

“U-Um, … why are you—” I was cut off as I felt a pair of arms snake around my sides and embrace me. I gasped as I felt what seemed like Tiffany’s bare breasts press against my back.

“Remember when you asked what there is to do here?” Tiffany said softly, almost breathing into my ear. I shivered as I felt her warm hands crawling under my shirt. “Here’s our answer: we’re allowed to do anything, but as long as it’s just us three on this property, none of us are not allowed to cover ourselves with anything,” she said, pulling my shirt up. I instinctively raised my arms, allowing Tiffany to pull off the shirt I was wearing.

“Wait! What?” I stammered. Tiffany slid her hands underneath my bra; I inhaled sharply, closing my eyes as I felt Tiffany’s hand being pushed against my skin by my bra.

“Of course, there are a few exceptions; if anyone comes over, we’re all allowed to put clothes on, or if you ever have to deal with heat, then you can use the apron that Taeyeon is using, but only the apron,” Tiffany continued, reaching back around to undo my bra strap.

“A-Ah…” I gasped as I felt my breasts spring free from my bra.

“Go on, open your eyes,” Tiffany said, her alluring, husky voice. I shuddered as Tiffany’s hands found the hem of my jeans. “Don’t you want to watch Taeyeon’s cute ass as she cooks?”

I opened my eyes just in time to see Taeyeon glance back at me. When she met my gaze, she grinned playfully and shook her ass. If I said that the action didn’t turn me on, I would be dead wrong.

When Tiffany had finished stripping me, she stepped away from me, releasing her embrace on me. “If we ever catch you cheating, we’re going to have to punish you, ok?” Tiffany said, slapping my butt lightly.

“Ok,” I breathed out, finally regaining control of my body.

“Sica, come here,” Taeyeon said, still standing in front of the stove. I obediently walked up to her, trying really hard not to stare at her bare ass. “Could you just stay here and accompany me?” she asked, turning to face me for a brief second. I held my breath as she did, fully aware that I was stark naked, but she turned back to the stove shortly after.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied, walking up to her and standing slightly behind her to her right. “So what’s for dinner?”

“Pasta with alfredo sauce,” Taeyeon replied. I peered into the pot, but something caught the corner of my eye.

When I saw it, I instantly regretted my decision.

The apron itself was designed to cover nothing more than her front. The string that tied it together was probably meant to tie around the midriff of a person’s body, but because of Taeyeon’s rather short figure, it was tied just above her butt, the thin string hanging loose right between her butt cheeks, almost as if framing the pair of beautiful mounds of flesh.

That wasn’t the thing that caught my eye though; because the apron was designed the way it was, the cloth followed the shape of Taeyeon’s body, protruding a bit at her breasts before gradually falling back down to cover the rest of the front of her body. However, the apron did an extremely poor job of protecting the side of her body; that is to say, I had complete vision of her sideboob.

“Like what you see?”

Taeyeon’s voice startled me, and it was only then did I realize I was staring at it. “A-Ah, I’m sorry,” I stammered, tearing my gaze away from her.

Taeyeon giggled. “It’s fine. Can you help me carry the pasta to the dining table?” she asked, scooping the last of the sauce into a plate.

“Yeah,” I said, grabbing the bigger plate. “Wait, why are there only two plates?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” Taeyeon asked, taking the apron off and setting it on a hook before grabbing the smaller plate. “Let’s go,” she said, patting my bare butt cheeks with her free hand. I flushed a little at the contact; all this time not having sex seemed to have caused me to regain sensitivity to these intimate actions.

I followed her, making sure to keep my eyes on the plate instead of Taeyeon. However, carrying the plate proved to be a little bit more troublesome than I expected.

Because I wasn’t wearing anything, my boobs bounced a little with every step I took, meaning that I had to keep the plate a good distance in front of me, or else I risked smearing the pasta or dropping the plate.

“Sica, are you ok?” I heard Taeyeon’s voice calling from the dining room.

“Yeah, I’m almost there,” I replied, entering the room.

The mahogany table draped in a white cloth was an average size, enough to seat 6 people. It was rectangular shaped but rounded at the edges, with the smaller side facing the entrance of the room. However, as I walked in, I noticed that there were only two seats located at each end of the table, with Tiffany happily sitting in at the far end.

“You’re over there, Sica,” Taeyeon said, turning around from the chair right in front of the open entrance. She must have noticed the way I was holding the plate, as she started giggling when she saw me. “Ah, I didn’t even think about that. Sorry for making you take the bigger plate,” she said, trying her best to regain her posture.

“I-It’s ok,” I replied. I shuffled over to Tiffany; feeling her gaze from the front and Taeyeon’s from the back only made me flush even more as I kept my eyes trained on the plate of pasta, finally reaching Tiffany and setting it down in front of her.

“Where—?”

“Here, Jessi,” Tiffany cut me off and answered my question immediately, patting the chair she was sitting on.

I glanced down at where she was patting, almost as an automatic reaction, and when I did, I gasped once again.

Tiffany had a thick, pink strap-on dildo fastened to her waist, pointed straight at the ceiling. “Wh-What…” I trailed off. My heart raced against my chest, almost to the point of hurting; however, it was partially because I was scared and worried—the large majority of me was feeling extremely turned on at the situation.

Tiffany smiled in reaction to me. “Right here,” she repeated, patting her seat again. “I bet this will be your first time eating while having a dildo stuffed inside your pussy,” she said, grinning mischievously, tapping the rubber tool. I could feel my nether regions respond to Tiffany’s dirty talk, but I still couldn’t bring myself to move.

“We aren’t going to start eating without you Sica,” Taeyeon’s voice chimed in from the other side of the table.

“Ar-…You’re not kidding, right?” I asked cautiously.

Tiffany shook her head. “Of course not. Come here,” she said, beckoning me with her hand. “I’ll feed you, don’t worry,” she said.

Seeing no alternative, I took a few breaths and nodded, taking careful steps towards her.

Tiffany pushed her chair back a bit more to make space for me. I felt myself slow down a bit as I neared it, eyeing the thick pseudo-cock. Will that even fit inside me anymore?

Those thoughts were blown into a blur as Tiffany grabbed my waist and pulled me towards her. “You can go as slowly as you need to,” she said as soon as I situated myself in front of her.

I nodded and took a few more deep breaths. When I felt Tiffany’s hands grip my butt cheeks and pull them apart, I bit my lip as I felt the cool, crisp air-conditioned air make contact with my unshaven vaginal opening.

Slowly and surely, I lowered myself, allowing Tiffany’s hands to guide me. When the tip of the phallic object made contact with my vagina, I bit my lip, quickly taking in a breath before lowering myself further on it.

“Ah,” I moaned involuntarily as I felt the strap-on enter me. I closed my eyes and pushed myself further down, feeling my vaginal walls stretch around the rubber shaft.

“That’s it, good girl,” Tiffany cooed, using one hand to rub my thighs while the other massaged my boobs.

“Ah, ah, … Aah fuck,” I moaned incessantly as the dildo continued to stretch my insides. I placed my hands on Tiffany’s legs, slowly working my way down the shaft. Every time the toy advanced deeper into my core, I could feel its walls stretching, trying its best to welcome the guest. I let out the occasional moan as pleasure coursed through my body; after a few minutes, with Tiffany continuing to urge me on while rubbing my thighs and boobs, I finally felt my ass make contact with Tiffany’s skin.

“Good job, Jessi,” Tiffany complimented me, using both hands to pat my legs. When I opened my eyes, I realized that Tiffany must have pushed the chair forward without me realizing as the plate was already right in front of me. Unsure of where to move my hands, I kept them planted on Tiffany’s thighs. I was vaguely aware of Tiffany’s breasts pressed against my back, but the sensation was mostly drowned out by the feeling of the thick member plugging my pussy.

Tiffany reached forward, unintentionally pushing the dildo further in me. I gasped, biting my lip once again.

As she grabbed the fork, I looked across the table to see Taeyeon’s gaze locked onto me, and seeing her facial expression made it very evident that she was extremely turned on by what just happened. I felt my face heat up again and diverted my gaze.

It was then I felt something warm touch my lips. “Open up, Jessi,” Tiffany said, hovering a fork full of pasta noodles in front of me. I obeyed and let Tiffany feed me the forkful of food.

“Wait, shouldn’t I be feeding both of us? I’m closer to the plate,” I told Tiffany as she fed herself. Tiffany reached forward again, repeating the same action and drawing out the same response from me.

Tiffany put the fork down, and after she finished chewing, she replied, “It’s not convenient for you to reach backwards. Plus, it would be such a waste of a dildo if I only stuffed it inside of you without even moving it a little bit,” she replied, reaching forward again.

This time, she caught me by surprise; when the dildo was pushed inside me again, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Right after this, I felt Tiffany kiss my jawline, whispering, “Let’s see who gives in first; you, or me.”

I inhaled sharply, closing my eyes to take a few breaths to calm my aroused state as I felt my competitive side awaken. Soon after, I felt the same warm feeling on my lips. I opened my mouth, but instead of feeling the pasta inside my mouth, I suddenly felt the sauce-covered pasta noodles on my breasts.

“Ah, sorry,” Tiffany said, leaning forward to place the fork down before using her hands to pick up the strands of noodles. I could tell by the motion of her hand that she was eating the noodles that she picked off my boobs.

“It’s ok,” I replied, trying my best to control my voice as I reached up and helped her pick the noodles off myself. As I was about to put the noodles on the napkin next to the plate, Tiffany grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to her mouth. I bit my lip once again as I felt Tiffany’s lips close around my fingers, her tongue guiding the noodles into her mouth before pulling my hand out.

“Wouldn’t want to waste perfectly good food,” Tiffany told me after she had finished chewing, proceeding to resume picking the food off me as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

I hesitantly nodded and continued to help Tiffany pick the noodles off my breasts until nothing but bits and pieces of sauce remained. “That kind of looks sexy; kind of like you have cum splattered on your boobs,” Tiffany commented, reaching forward again.

Once again, I was caught off guard by her comment and let out a moan.

It was after we had only a few forkfuls left of pasta that I finally cracked.

After the nth time Tiffany leaned forward, pushing the fake dick inside me once again, I let out a throaty growl and gripped Tiffany’s legs tightly, grinding my ass against Tiffany’s crotch, desperate for more action.

Tiffany dropped the fork and placed her hands on my inner thighs, grinding against me in response. “You lose,” Tiffany whispered against my ear, planting kisses all along my jawline and neck.

“I don’t care,” I replied, breathing heavily as I felt the rubber cock shift around inside my pussy, stretching it even further. “Fuck, just fuck me already,” I said, using Tiffany’s legs as leverage to ride her.

“Will do, princess,” she replied, moving her hands up to my boobs as she began to pump the fake cock inside me.

“A-Ah!” I closed my eyes tightly as Tiffany’s dildo started thrusting inside of me, sliding against my slick vaginal walls. “Shit! Ah … ah, Tiff …”

“Fuck Jessi, you’re so fucking sexy when you’re riding my dick like this,” Tiffany said, massaging my boobs as she continued to piston the shaft inside me.

I felt myself only grow hotter as I heard her.

“Ah, can you guys be quiet? I’m actually going to start masturbating right here if you guys make me any hornier,” I heard Taeyeon whine from across the table.

Remembering that Taeyeon was in the room with us, I felt my face flush; however, I didn’t even slow down as I started to feel a familiar sensation.

However, after a few minutes, Tiffany wrapped her legs around mine and pinned me to the chair, stopping all motion.

“Wha—Why?” I whined. The sudden stop in activity, combined with how horny I was feeling, caused me to feel extremely frustrated; I tried to fight against Tiffany’s hold, but it only caused a slight rattling sound.

“Let’s make a deal first. For every forkful of pasta you eat, we’ll continue for about a minute,” Tiffany offered.

I nodded hastily, taking a few breaths to try to calm myself back down. Tiffany once again leaned forward, gathered up the noodles at what seemed like a painstakingly slow pace, and fed herself before feeding me.

“Finish chewing first,” Tiffany told me. “I’ll verify myself once you tell me you’re done.”

At that moment, I was feeling so impatient and aroused that I could barely taste the pasta or the sauce. After swallowing the last bit of pasta, I informed her that I was done.

She then turned my head with her hand and leaned forward, planting her lips onto mine. She then proceeded to push her tongue into my already open mouth, exploring it briefly before breaking contact.

“Good girl,” she said as soon as she pulled away, smiling.

I immediately took the chance to resume, using Tiffany’s legs as leverage as I continued to ride her.

Before what seemed like hardly any time at all, Tiffany stopped me again.

This continued three more times, until Tiffany scrapped the last bits and pieces of the pasta into my mouth.

With the meal finished, Tiffany impatiently pushed the plate to the side, nearly causing it to fall off the table, before standing up, dildo still inside of me, and bent me over the table.

I moaned loudly as she resumed pistoning the fake dick into my pussy, the new position granting her greater freedom to thrust harder and faster.

“Ah fuck Tiff!” I moaned, gripping the sides of the table as she fucked me relentlessly.

“You like that, huh? You like the feeling of my dick filling up your pussy? You like it when I’m fucking your pussy like this, don’t you?” Tiffany growled, giving my butt cheeks a few sharp slaps.

“Ah … ah … ah …” I continuously moaned as I felt the shaft continuously push itself in and out of my core, feeling the table shake ever so slightly from the force of Tiffany’s thrusts.

After a few minutes, I felt the build up start to overwhelm me. “Tiffany, I’m going to cum,” I warned her in a warbled voice as she continued her assault on my nether regions.

This further encouraged her, causing her to bring one hand to our connection and rub my clit. In about a minute, the pleasure overwhelmed me. “A-Ah!” I screamed, the additional stimulation pushing me over the edge as I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I felt myself pulsate on Tiffany’s strap-on, a wave of my juices staining the dildo and Tiffany’s legs.

I rode my orgasm out for the next half minute before sighing in relief, resting on the table with all my stamina drained, not even caring that my breasts being pushed against the table was somewhat uncomfortable.

“Can you go clean the dishes while I go help Taeyeon?” Tiffany said. “You can join us when you’re done,” she finished, patting my butt lightly before pulling the dildo out. I groaned softly as I felt the shaft slide against my vaginal walls before completely breaking contact with it.

I laid on the table, catching my breath until I heard Taeyeon moan. Oh, Taeyeon must have gotten horny from watching us, huh? I thought, feeling my face get warm once again. It was then that I completely registered what she said.

“Ah, Fany,” Taeyeon’s drawn out moan, along with my sudden realization, caused me to stand up straight, pushing myself off the table.

“Tae—Tae, aaah,” Tiffany’s accompanying moan piqued my interest; I knew I would regret it, but I couldn’t help myself. I looked in the direction of the living room, which was where their voices were coming from, and found Tiffany and Taeyeon sharing what was probably a two-sided strap-on dildo, with Tiffany wearing it.

I tore myself away from the hot scene and found the strength to stand up. I took a second to steady myself before carrying the dishes and silverware to the kitchen. Luckily, there was enough wall in between the kitchen and living room that they were significantly quieter than in the dining room; unluckily, I could still hear the two fucking and only felt my lust grow.

“Tiff—Fany, aah fuck,” Taeyeon moaned once again as I stepped out of the kitchen.

“Mm, you like it when I fuck you like that huh?” Tiffany asked, hands placed securely onto Taeyeon’s hips while she thrusted wildly into her. Even from this distance, I could see the amount of cum that was leaking onto Taeyeon’s crotch and legs.

“Yes, I love it soo much,” she replied, clearly clouded by lust.

Taeyeon was on her hands and knees, sticking her ass in the air to allow Tiffany easy access to her pussy as Tiffany continuously humped Taeyeon, occasionally creating the wet clapping sound of flesh against flesh.

Watching the scene before me rapidly returned my stamina to me, and before I knew it, I was in the living room. “Jessi, you’re here,” Tiffany noted, glancing over at me, “Tae, were you frustrated before, during dinner?” she inquired, stopping her thrusting.

I picked up a barely audible whine from Taeyeon as she turned her head around, nodding while using her best puppy dog eyes.

“Well, you’re about to get all the attention you could want,” Tiffany informed her, giving her ass a couple of encouraging slaps. “Jessi, you see the other strap-on two sided dildo on the couch over there?” Tiffany asked, motioning to the couch behind her.

“Yeah,” I said, spotting the blue sex toy.

“Put it on and join us,” she told me. I didn’t hesitate to grab the toy and push one end into myself, groaning as I felt the shaft enter me.

I made sure the shaft was bent in the proper direction before turning to face the pair.

Tiffany, who was underneath Taeyeon, was rubbing the rubber cock against her labia lips. Taeyeon was laying on top of Tiffany, face up with her legs spread wide open, allowing me easy visibility of her well shaven vagina. When she turned her head upwards to see me, her eyes just about popped when she noticed the dildo I was wearing.

“Oh, you’re going to—oh my god, I don’t think I can take both,” Taeyeon said, nervously shifting.

Tiffany wrapped her arms around Taeyeon’s waist. “Didn’t you want attention, though?” she asked, placing her head just to the left of Taeyeon’s. I continued advancing, breathing deeply as I felt the dildo shift inside me with every step I took.

“Isn’t this too much?” she asked, eyes showing a mixture of both fear and excitement.

“It’s ok, I lubed you up already,” Tiffany reminded her.

“But still … I don’t know—ah, fuck,” Taeyeon moaned loudly as Tiffany pushed the dildo into Taeyeon’s asshole.

I quickly closed the gap and situated my legs perpendicular to Taeyeon’s, quickly lubricating the shaft with Taeyeon’s honey before plunging into her pussy with the fake dick.

“AAH, FUCK!” Taeyeon screamed, arching her back as the second dildo entered her.

“Jessi, just lay on top of Taeyeon, I’ll be fine,” Tiffany said, voice strained from the effort she was putting into fucking Taeyeon’s ass.

I acquiesced, bringing my knees onto the carpet so that I was semi-bending over Taeyeon and lowered myself on top of her. Our boobs pressed against each other as I found Taeyeon’s lips with my own.

I placed my hands on Taeyeon’s waist, right above Tiffany’s, as I relentlessly thrusted into her. I could feel Tiffany’s simultaneous, mismatched thrusts as Taeyeon shook in response to both Tiffany’s and my own furious thrusts.

“MM, MM,” Taeyeon screamed continuously, her hands gripping my arms tightly.

The continuous shaking from both Taeyeon and Tiffany also helped the dildo inside of me shift around, causing it to push itself in and out, although with considerable less force.

“MMM!”

In just about a minute or two, that final scream barely gave us a heads up as Taeyeon shook furiously, pumping out stream after stream of cum that splattered onto the blue shaft, her legs, my legs, and even my waist.

Neither of us slowed down, even after Taeyeon had finished riding out her orgasm.

I broke our lip lock, next aiming for her breasts.

“Fuck, I just came, I can’t—ah—ah!” Taeyeon moaned as I lightly sucked on her nipple, bringing my left hand up to massage the other breast. “Pull out, I can’t take much more, oh fuck … please—please pull out,” she begged, although her body betrayed her as she immediately moaned afterwards.

“Just admit it, you love having our dicks inside you at the same time, Taeyeon,” Tiffany said, “Admit that you love being fucked in both holes at once while sandwiched in between two sexy women.”

“I—… I need a break, please, I’m … I’m—ah, FUCK,” Taeyeon moaned as I felt Tiffany significantly pick up her pace.

“I’m close,” Tiffany warned us.

“Ah, Tiff—” I moaned in response to Tiffany’s increased aggression, feeling the dildo stuffed inside of me thrash inside of me more wildly as a result.

“Admit you love being fucked in both holes at once,” Tiffany repeated, reaching around and grabbing my butt cheeks with both her hands.

I gasped at the unexpected contact, pushing the shaft extra deep into Taeyeon.

“FUCK! Yes, I love being fucked like this! Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum again!” Taeyeon screamed, panting heavily.

I felt Tiffany’s hand on my vagina, running along it as if searching for something. When she finally settled on my clitoris, her fingers started working on it furiously, pinching and rubbing it.

“Tiff—!” I moaned loudly, thrusting harder and harder into Taeyeon’s pussy as I felt the tension start to build up again.

Only about a minute later, Taeyeon let out another scream of ecstasy as her body once again shook with pleasure, depositing her honey onto the rubber dick, occasionally splattering my legs.

Tiffany followed soon after, shaking so furiously that I felt her vibrating through Taeyeon.

As she came, Tiffany gave my clit one last, hard pinch before letting go. This, combined with the dildo thrashing inside of me as a byproduct of Tiffany’s orgasm, was enough to send me over the edge. I let out a squeal as I shook furiously against the fake cock, causing the dildo to thrash about wildly inside of Taeyeon as I rode out my orgasm.

When I was finished, I let out a big sigh, resting my head on Taeyeon’s soft breasts, not having the strength to remove the dildo inside of her or me. She gently stroked my hair, brushing the loose strands of hair away from my face.

“Wow Taeyeon, you really are something,” I commented, my hands lazily resting on the carpeted floor.

She giggled in response to that. “Yah, and whose fault is that?” she said, lightly flicking my forehead.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” I said, turning my head to look at her and pout.

“You’re right,” she said, patting my head again, “It’s Tiffany’s fault, isn’t it?”

“I mean, you were basically begging for it, weren’t you?” Tiffany chimed in from underneath both of us.

Taeyeon mouthed to me the words ‘tonight’, motioning at Tiffany before responding, “I wasn’t asking for it to be this intense, though.”

“Oh well, you still liked it, didn’t you?” Tiffany asked. I could hear from a soft, but sharp slapping sound that Tiffany slapped Taeyeon’s ass after her accusation.

“Yeah,” Taeyeon responded lazily, leaning her head onto Tiffany’s shoulder.

“By the way, you guys didn’t happen to spike my food with something, did you?” I asked, still too lazy to bother moving from my current position.

“Well it’s a good thing we did, because you seemed like you weren’t ready for sex at all,” Tiffany noted.

After a few minutes, the three of us regained enough strength to get up, cleaning the sex toys before putting them away.

“Tomorrow, I think we should use the pool,” Tiffany said, walking towards the stairs.

“Meet up at 1:30 right outside her room, ok? I’ll get the toys,” Taeyeon whispered to me.

“What do you two think?”

Tiffany turned around, but by that time, we had already straightened ourselves up. “Yeah, that sounds good,” Taeyeon said.

Later that night, at around 1:30 AM, I got up out of my bed and carefully walked out of my room.

But before I even reached my door, I felt a pair of hands grab my arms. Before I could even react, another pair grabbed my legs and together, they hoisted me up.

I squealed as I felt myself carried and dumped back onto my bed.

“Taeyeon? Tiffany?” I asked as I felt another body join the bed with me. The blinds to my room were suddenly opened, allowing the moonlight to pour in.

There Tiffany was, straddling my waist with her knees, absolutely stunning in her beauty as the moonlight perfectly curved around her boobs and ass, accenting her already sinfully sexy body even more. “Taeyeon, what…?” I said, looking over at Taeyeon.

Seeing her absolutely stunned me as well. The way the moonlight hit her body, softly curving around her breasts and illuminating her smooth, milky-white skin, and the way a single strand of hair fell loose, casting a single shadow on her otherwise flawless face was a simply breathtaking sight.

“Sorry, but the idea of ganging up on you just seemed much more appealing to me,” she said, smiling innocently. I pouted, Taeyeon simply responding by letting out a chuckle.

My legs were gently resting against Tiffany’s, spread open enough to allow Tiffany’s fingers easy access. Tiffany seized the opportunity and lowered herself onto me, capturing my lips for her own while using her right hand to tease my entrance.

“Mmm,” I sighed in contentment, feeling a wave of pleasure course through me.

I borrowed Taeyeon’s razor to shave my pubic hair before heading to bed, which only allowed Tiffany easier access to my pussy lips. Every time she used her thumb to flick my clit, I moaned loudly and bucked my hips, causing the bed to emit a rattling sound.

After a few minutes of Tiffany’s ministrations, I felt myself leak with my juices, staining the area around my labia lips and inner thighs with the wet substance. Tiffany broke our lip lock and retracted her finger, saying, “Your turn Taeyeon.”

I turned my head curiously towards the window, but didn’t find Taeyeon there. Confused, I looked to the other side and gasped, feeling my eyes widen with shock.

Attached to Taeyeon was the thickest, longest dildo I’ve ever seen; it was a purple strap-on dildo almost 2.5 inches in diameter and probably at least 8 inches in length. Seeing that monster of a dildo caused a swirl of emotions to rise up inside of me; fear, anxiety, and nervousness with hints of excitement and wonder.

“Come here,” Taeyeon said, making a ‘come-hither’ motion with her fingers. I obeyed, climbing off the bed and walked towards Taeyeon.

As soon as I got within her range, she pulled me towards her. I squealed as I tumbled into her arms, but by the time I found my footing, Taeyeon’s hands were already parting my butt cheeks.

“W-Will that even fit inside me?” I asked nervously, feeling the rubber tip poke at my entrance.

“One way to find out,” she said, plunging it into me.

“UUGGH,” I groaned, feeling the rubber shaft push my pussy lips wide open, stretching its walls, slowly but surely sliding up and further into my vagina.

After about half a minute, Taeyeon stopped, letting me adjust to the size before pulling out a bit and immediately thrusting back up.

“FUCK!” I screamed, once again feeling the sex toy pushed further up my core.

“God you’re so fucking tight, Sica-yah,” Taeyeon said in a strained voice, gripping my hips tightly.

“Taeyeon, I’m ready,” I heard Tiffany from behind me.

No, no way can I take any more, this is already the biggest thing I’ve ever taken, I thought anxiously as Taeyeon carefully guided the both of us onto the ground, making sure to keep the dildo inside of me.

“It’ll feel amazing, I promise,” Taeyeon whispered as soon as she was laying flat on the floor with me on top of her, facing her.

I had my hands planted on either side of Taeyeon’s head, as laying completely against her would probably become uncomfortable. “Fany, you can start lubing her up as I finish this,” she said, bringing her hands down to our connection and carefully rubbing my labia lips.

“Aah,” I groaned, feeling a mixture of pleasure from Taeyeon’s hands, anxiety from the dildo that was plugging my vaginal canal, and pain as my pussy worked overtime to try and accommodate the fake cock.

A few seconds later, I felt a strangely cool, yet incredibly smooth substance make contact with my love hole. “Aah—aah,” I gasped, feeling Tiffany’s finger, coated with the substance, enter the smaller hole.

“Ssh, don’t worry about that,” Taeyeon cooed, patting my butt cheeks. “Just focus on one thing at a time,” she told me, returning her fingers to my spread out pussy lips.

I shuddered as I felt her fingers once again make contact with the sensitive skin.

“I-It’s too big…” I whimpered, wincing as I felt my vaginal walls continue to tightly hug the rubber member. “Taeyeon-ah, I—I—ah!”

I let out another moan as the dildo forced itself just a bit further inside of me.

“You’re doing great, princess,” Taeyeon said, kissing my cheek. Her gentle words seemed a bit paradoxical, given the fact that she was currently forcing a monster of a dildo inside of me.

“Huhhh … huhhh,” I panted heavily, wincing every time Taeyeon forced the dildo further. After a couple of minutes, I had finally taken in the whole thing as signified by my ass making contact with Taeyeon’s waist.

“Good girl. You did really well, my princess,” Taeyeon complimented me again, rubbing my butt cheeks and giving them a couple of affectionate pats.

By that point, the pain had started to fade away and pleasure had started to take over. I could feel a strange tension in my lower parts as my pussy walls hugged the enormous fake dick tightly; honestly, it was hard to believe that the monster of a dildo was actually inside of me.

“Jessi, this is not going to hurt, ok?” I suddenly heard Tiffany say. I knew what she was talking about when I felt the tip off the pseudo-cock prod at my anus; I instantly felt myself tense up a bit, feeling my vaginal walls grip Taeyeon’s dildo even more tightly

“Jessi, it’s ok, I’ve lubricated both you ass and the dildo. I promise it won’t hurt if you just trust me and relax, ok?” Tiffany reassured me, patting my butt cheeks.

I took a deep breath and nodded; it was a little challenging to relax with my pussy filled to the brim with Taeyeon’s dildo, but after about a minute, I managed to relax myself enough to give Tiffany permission to enter my other hole.

I involuntarily gasped as I felt the slick rubber tip of Tiffany’s strap-on prod at my second entrance, and without even a warning, Tiffany slid the second cock into my backdoor.

“Uuggh,” I let out a drawn-out moan as I felt Tiffany’s dildo slide into my anus. I could feel the toy slowly sliding along the walls of my anus until it finally accommodated the whole thing.

Almost as soon as that happened, they both started thrusting.

“AAH! OH, FUCK!” I screamed, feeling myself shake both in response to their thrusts and to the waves of pleasure flowing through my body. “OH MY GOD, FUCK—fuck I feel so full,” I said, panting heavily. “Fuck, I’m such a slut for enjoying this,” I breathed out.

It was like I lost control of my body as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me. I was merciless as the two of them fucked me over and over in harmony; as Taeyeon pulled back, Tiffany would thrust, and as she would pull back, Taeyeon would thrust.

I eventually found Taeyeon’s lips and hastily met them, sloppily yet passionately kissing her.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy like this Jess,” Tiffany said, slapping my butt and giving my clit a pinch.

I squealed against Taeyeon’s lips in response, feeling myself convulse as I felt my impending orgasm oncoming.

“Seeing you getting mercilessly fucked in both holes at the same time is so fucking sexy,” Tiffany continued, saying her words in an almost predatory fashion, “Just watching our dicks pounding you is almost enough to make me cum,” she continued, giving my clit another pinch.

I let out another high-pitched squeal, feeling myself convulse once again; my orgasm rocked my body, causing me to spasm against Taeyeon.

After I had finished riding out my orgasm, Taeyeon released the lip lock and brought her hands up to my boobs, leading one into her mouth while massaging the other. Tiffany took the liberty to use one hand to massage my butt cheeks and rub my clit while the other gripped my head. I felt my head turn and almost immediately after leaving Taeyeon’s lip lock, I felt Tiffany’s capture me.

 The room was soon filled with nothing but my incessant moans, grunts from the other two as they continuously fucked me, and the occasional slap from contact between my ass and their waist.

It didn’t seem to take long at all before I felt my second orgasm coming. I mumbled against Tiffany’s lips to relay the message to her, who seemed to receive it well as she responded to this by using her hand solely to rub my clit.

About a minute later, the sensation overwhelmed me as I felt the tension suddenly release. “AAH!” I broke the kiss to let out a scream as my second orgasm rock my body.

After about a minute, when my body finally subsided, I felt myself drained of energy once again, collapsing onto Taeyeon.

“You did so well Jessica,” Taeyeon said, patting my head.

“Mm,” I groaned in response, trying my best to catch my breath.

The two eventually retracted their dildos from inside of me. I let out a heavy sigh as they unstopped my pussy, causing me to shudder slightly as a bit more of my juices trickled out of it.

They carefully put me onto the bed, laying me on the side so that I was facing away from the window, making sure to place the covers on top of me before tackling each other. It didn’t take them long to get into a 69 position with Tiffany on the floor.

After a few minutes of hearing nothing but licking sounds, muffled moans, shuffling, and eventually the ecstatic screams, signaling the climax of the two, I eventually felt another weight onto the bed.

“Put this on, Jessi,” Tiffany said, securing the harness for yet another strap on for me. I didn’t complain, mostly because I didn’t have the strength to, and let the pseudo-cock hang from my crotch.

I heard a short groan followed by the slick sound of another vagina being penetrated. I opened my eyes to see Taeyeon crawl into bed in front of me. When we made eye contact, she smiled warmly, patting my shoulders. “Good job Jessi, we were really impressed with you today,” she said, turning around so that her back was facing me.

I chuckled. “Thanks,” I said, not even noticing Taeyeon grabbing my dildo until it made contact with her butt cheeks.

“Ah, can you help me a bit?” Taeyeon asked, turning her head around to look at me. “Can you just guide it?”

“What? Why?” I asked. However, my question was very soon answer as I felt another weight on behind me. Assuming it was Tiffany, I turned around my head to look just in time to see her crawl underneath the blanket. “Tiff?”

She didn’t answer me, instead spreading my butt cheeks and sliding what was probably one of those two-sided strap-ons back inside of me. “Ah—uugh,” I moaned, feeling my pussy lips being parted once again, the shaft sliding back inside of me.

“We just wanted to test this out. Go ahead and put your strap on inside of Taeyeon and then we’ll sleep,” she said.

I winced as the strap on shifted inside of me while Tiffany situated herself, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her boobs into my back, and settling her head into the crook of my neck.

I acquiesced, using my hands to grab the shaft before carefully parting Taeyeon’s labia lips with the sex toy, pushing it until it was completely buried inside of her.

Taeyeon let out a contented sigh as I wrapped my arms around her waist, wrapping my legs around hers and resting my head on the pillow, blanketed by Taeyeon’s silky, sweet smelling hair.

“Good night,” Taeyeon said, covering my hands with her own.

“Good night,” the two of us chimed in response. And for the first time that night, the house fell into a silence as we all drifted to sleep.

Tbh, I technically do have a part 3 in drafts, but it's been in my drafts for like 8 years xD if I feel so compelled, I may go back to it :D

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SHIMON ARC: Hibari to Tsuna

Recently I've been liveblogging my Shimon arc reread to my friends.

On chapter 323 one of them said they always wondered if the headband being there meant something. And yes, curtains might be blue because it's a nice color. But no. No, curtains being blue is incredibly goddamn important.

HEAR ME OUT

First, to recap what is happening: Shimon arc, pre Adelheid vs Hibari battle they briefly argue about Tsuna and Enma and decide on their pride and the rules of the battle: to seize each other's handband. Adelheid creates an ice prison that is impossible to penetrate from outside and 500 ice clones to fight Hibari. He fights them all, tells Adelheid she is wrong about Enma and small animals (which i will talk about later) and uses minirolls to crush the ice fort from the inside. After this he gets her handband, they talk about Tsuna again and Hibari drops his "it is because of the sky the cloud can float freely" thing.

Before I delve into it, however, I feel like I should take a quick dive in Tsuna-Hibari relationship from Hibari's perspective.

To put it simply, at first Hibari does not give a single fuck about Tsuna personally. Even after this glorious scene happens

All Hibari thinks about that day is that he wants to meet Reborn again. During the course of Daily life arc however Hibari messes with him plenty. Ny the time 43rd chapter (sakura viewing) rolls around, Hibari's opinion on Tsuna is summarized by this:

And this is actually the key. Hibari does not understand Tsuna. To him Tsuna is some weird ass alien creature who does not fit his rigid worldview. At first Hibari tries to make him make sense again by asserting himself over Tsuna and putting him back to the role of herbivore which he does follow every time except when he doesn't?? For some reason?????

Kokuyo arc is the arc that changed the manga tone in general but it's also the arc that changed Hibari himself. He is brutally shown that he as he is does not have the power to do whatever he wants. Something has to change. And Hibari seeks that change in Tsuna, who somehow managed to defeat Mukuro when Hibari himself failed.

chapter 123, cloud battle aftermath

He stops trying to still Tsuna. Instead he wants now to understand what the fuck is up about him and what can he do. The answer is Tsuna can burn a man alive in a fit of rage btw.

BUT THE THING IS. THE THING IS EVENTUALLY HE DOES UNDERSTAND TSUNA. AND THIS LEADS US TO TAKE A LIL BREAK FOR THE PRIDE TALK

Now, the obvious thing: headband symbolizes Hibari's pride.

Here is what he says, when first asked about it:

But also Hibari vs Adelheid battle is the one that finally clears up what the hell does "pride" mean.

The thing is. What Hibari is saying (and what he tried to make Tsuna understand, because the whole battle here his two goals are to win (duh) and to help Tsuna find his conviction again) is that the actual meaning of "What is your pride?" is "What makes you yourself?". You, as a person, should be proud of who you are. And he tells Tsuna, that it is whatever he cannot give up, whatever makes the very core of Tsuna's self is what he should fight for (And then Tsuna tells Enma "You are my pride" which is very juicy but deserves its own post).

Okay, now with this out of the way, let's get to the next thing:

Hibari vs Adelheid (but not the violent edition)

Hibari and Adelheid are not only fighting, they are also talking to each other. And by talking I mean arguing. About Tsuna and Enma and little animals.

Here is important thing to note first: asking around some people who know some people who know japanese gave me information that actually "small animal" is. Not different from herbivore at all. They are apparently used intechangingly based on how much space speechbubble has.

This does affect things: when it is usually thought that Tsuna in Hibari's eyes carves a new category for himself, not worth calling by name nor insulting nickname, nor he can be classified as a simple herbivore, he is just his own thing. Instead it seems like Tsuna changed Hibari's opinion on entire population of herbivores-small animals. (and if those people just got me confused ill die of shame (;-;)b)

ANYWAY, THEIR DEBATE

yes i had to put it all here. it's good. read it.

Do you see it guys? Do you see how far he came from daily life? He now really does understand Tsuna. He cracked the code. And he does now acknowledge that yeah Tsuna (and by extention other ppl like him. Like Enma) has his own way to live life and it does work for him. Tsuna is not weak. Being a herbivore does not automatically mean being weak.

Another interesting thing here is this:

"Why is a man like you with the likes of Sawada Tsunayoshi?"

"I'm not with him"

And I think it's important to remember here that Adelheid does see Tsuna=Vongola boss thing. To Tsuna it's Him and His Friends against Enma and His Friends. To her? It's Vongola vs Shimon

And when she talks to Hibari about Tsuna, she is saying "Why are you with Sawada Tsunayoshi?" but what she means is "Why are you with Vongola?" and this difference does impact Hibari's answer. Case in point:

I DON'T LIKE THE WAY YOU SAID THAT... WELL... TRUE ENOUGH.

BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE CLOUD GUARDIAN OF THE VONGOLA'S SKY? ACCORDING TO WIKI, THIS:

A drifting Cloud, whom cannot be bound. Protecting the famiglia from an independent standpoint.

AND SO

I am sorry, I am very normal about this, promise.

And so Hibari basically admits that he will not be bound to Tsuna, but he will be around, involving himself when he feels like it. They're friends your honor.

BUT THERE IS MORE.

The attribute of the cloud flames is propagation. Why is it relevant?

this is the hype up text at the end of chapter 322.

and this is the last page of chapter 323.

Remember i briefly mentioned Hibari stagnating in daily life arc and realizing that there must be something more during Kokuyo arc? He found it. Tsuna is the one who gave him this opportunity. Just being around Tsuna allowed Hibari to grow. To propaga- Okay, that does sound silly. But I think the point still stands. Tsuna gave Hibari space to grow, and frankly, Hibari is grateful for that.

now we are entering the deranged territory

Hibari watched Tsuna grow all during the course of the manga and at some point Tsuna DID outgrow him. Not psychologically, but powerwise? Def. And Hibari cannot be not aware of that.

You might ask, how is he okay with that, but the thing is, Hibari is actually very chill with not being the strongest person in the room. What he actually needs is people to respect him and his authority as Disciplinary Committee chairman and Namimori protector. Reborn respects it and is stronger than him. Does Hibari want to fight him? Yes. But he is not actually going out of his way to attack him.

Tsuna has a great deal of respect for Hibari, and in turn Hibari does not feel the same hostility to him he does towards Mukuro despite Tsuna being totally able to win against him in a fight. Once again, rip Byakuran.

BUT. HIBARI IS NOT GOING TO STOP GROWING ANYMORE. HE LEARNED HIS LESSON, HE IS NOW ENDLESSLY EVOLVING OR SOME SHIT.

AND

WHAT I AM SAYING IS

HE IS NOT ONLY NOT GOING TO STOP HELPING TSUNA TO BE BETTER BUT HE ALSO IS GOING TO USE TSUNA AS BENCHMARK

NOT AS SOMEONE TO BE LIKE. BUT SOMEONE TO BE BETTER THAN

THE PRIDE AS SYMBOL OF SELF AND AND THE BAND AS SYMBOL OF PRIDE

AND DISCIPLINE BEING THE KEY TO BETTERMENT OF SELF

HE DECLARES TSUNA BOTH HIS FRIEND AND HIS RIVAL THATS WHAT THE BLUE CURTAINS MEAN I REST MY CASE

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Anonymous Request: I was wondering if you could do a fic of Neteyam x reader. Nne where kiri hypes the reader up to confess to Neteyam, but when they’re about to reach him, they eavesdrop and hear him tell Lo'ak (or whoever!) that they don’t have feelings for the reader. He only says it so Lo'ak doesn’t make fun of his feelings because he actually likes her, but the reader avoids him out of embarrassment and to lose her feelings.

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Kiri shrugged, acting very nonchalant about the whole thing. "Well, I think you should tell him. What's the worst that could happen?"

I hissed through my teeth. "He could hear me."

The two of us were walking back after taking a long ride on our Ikrans together in a rare afternoon spent in leisure. Kiri was trying to convince me, for the 10th time, to tell her brother that I had feelings for him, and I was trying to convince her, for the 100th time, that Neteyam would never be interested in his little sister's best friend.

She threw her head back, laughing. "Listen, I know my brother and I really think it's a good idea for you to tell him."

"Kiri, no. It will be awkward between us and I won't want to be around your family as much, and that would make me sad."

The Sullys had become like a second family over the years. My brothers were always with Lo'ak and Neteyam, and I was almost always with Kiri and Tuk, and anything disrupting that perfect harmony was unacceptable.

Kiri grabbed my arm, stopping us both. "I won't bring this up again, but listen to me. I know it's a good idea. I know it's going to make you, and my brother, very happy, if you do this. Please, just consider it."

I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes, but promised myself I would consider it, for at least a moment.

--

A moment turned into a week, and then two, and finally I decided... to just go for it. If Neteyam didn't like me, we could get past it, right? We were adults now. I wasn't just his best friend's little sister. I was a woman, and I had a right to express my feelings.

Plus, I felt like I was on a timeline now. It seemed like Marek, a childhood friend, was preparing himself to ask me to be his mate. I was worried, if I didn't at least express once to Neteyam how I felt, that I would say yes to Marek and be trapped in a relationship I didn't want.

I was a classic na'vi-pleaser.

So, I plucked up every ounce of courage I had, and made my way to Neteyam's home, where I was hoping he would be.

--

Lo'ak was teasing Neteyam again, and Neteyam was getting tired of his younger brother's incessant torment.

"You know, maybe I'll ask Y/N to be my mate, since you don't mind. I'll have to get in line, though. I hear Marek has eyes on here, and maybe even U'ri. Do you think she'll choose me?"

Neteyam gave his brother a light shove on the shoulder. "I do not care."

Lo'ak rolled his eyes. "You care very much. Why not admit it?"

Neteyam's cheeks heated, but he couldn't explain exactly why he felt shy about admitting his feelings for Y/N. It might have been because they'd known each other since they were little, and until recently, she'd only been his little sister's friend... and now, she was a lot more.

He wasn't the only one noticing, and Lo'ak was right about that. There were many men considering Y/N for their mate, and he was getting nervous about it. Lo'ak's feelings didn't help.

"Lo'ak!" Neteyam exclaimed, "if you want Y/N for your mate, go ask her! Why would I care? She's just a dumb kid, and I'd never want her to as my mate, anyway!"

A small gasp from just outside turns both men's heads at the same time, and they catch a glimpse of Y/N running away.

"Fuck," Neteyam whispers.

--

Kiri found me later that night, sitting on the edge of a shimmering pond with my toes dangling in the water, watching my tears cause ripples in the pool.

"Oh, Y/N," she said softly, sitting down next to me. "What happened?"

I shook my head, and she wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my shoulder.

"Neteyam doesn't like me," I replied after a long pause, the words coming out staccato. It felt like the world was falling down around me, and I felt really dumb for feeling that way in the first place.

"What?" Kiri asked. "He said that?" She sat back up, staring at me with her mouth open.

"He said I'm a dumb kid, and he'd never want me." I wiped my nose, and Kiri pulled me in for a hug.

It helped, but only a little.

--

After that, I had to avoid the Sullys for a while. I hoped it would only be temporary, but any reminder of Neteyam's existence was painful, and made me feel foolish.

What made me think that the eldest son of Taruk Makto would be interested in me? What did I have to offer him? I was no one. I was not the best hunter, or the best weaver on the loom, and I was far from the best fisherman... I was just average. He was right - I was just a dumb kid.

It hurt, not seeing Kiri and Tuk, but it hurt even more to risk seeing Neteyam.

Four nights later, at the evening meal, Marek sat next to me. I was feeling a little lonely, and so welcomed his company. He talked about himself, mostly; his latest kill, his speed and strength, and it was fine to listen to for a while, but eventually, I grew tired and needed to excuse myself to cry again.

I found myself back there, at the same sparkling pool, but this time I decided to dive right in. Taking advantage of the quiet, empty spring, I washed myself from head to toe, scrubbing my scalp for so long that it nearly burned. When I surfaced and re-dressed, I sat next to the water again, letting the warm night dry me off.

When I heard footsteps quietly approaching behind me, I assumed at best it was Kiri, and at worst, it was Marek, come to talk more.

When the visitor settled next to me, it was Neteyam.

My entire body stiffened, and my mouth went dry.

--

Three Days Earlier

Kiri slapped her eldest brother across the head with more force than she ever had before, and in front of the entire family, no less.

"You idiot!" she yelled. Everyone went silent as Neteyam grabbed his sore scalp.

"Kiri, what the hell?" Neteyam exclaimed, standing up in the middle of the family's home.

"You told Y/N she was a dumb kid, and you could never love her?"

Jake winced, and Neytiri hissed. "You said this to her?" Neytiri asked, standing up as well, grabbing her son's arm.

"No!" Neteyam replied, and then realization dawned. "No... but I said it to Lo'ak."

"Is that how you really feel?" Kiri asked. "Because she heard you say it, and now she's devastated."

Neteyam's shoulders slumped forward, and he held his face in his hands. "Fuck," he whispered, and his father shoved him.

"Make it right," Jake said.

But Neteyam didn't know how.

--

There was a long silence as Neteyam settled in next to Y/N. She didn't look over at him. She didn't even seem to breathe.

He noticed her skin was damp and her hair was wet. He was sitting close enough to smell her - she smelled like fresh berries and spring water.

How could he have been so stupid? How could he have let his pride get in the way, and allowed her to be hurt in the process? He had spent the last four days trying to figure out how to apologize, but he still had nothing.

"I need to tell you something," he said finally. His hands were folded nervously in his lap - and so were Y/N's.

"Okay," she replied, her voice very quiet and thick, as if she were about to cry.

"When you heard me talking to Lo'ak... I said something that hurt you."

She sat up straight, but still didn't look at him. "You said, I'm a dumb kid."

"Yes."

She turned away from him, and he could see her shoulders were shaking, and tears sprang into his eyes, too.

He reached out, grabbing her by the shoulders, and was surprised when she willingly fell into his arms. He held her tightly as she cried, desperately searching for the words to make it better.

"Y/N, what I said wasn't true. I don't think you're dumb, and you're clearly no longer a kid. You're... you're a woman, and not just that. You're the smartest woman I know, the funniest, the bravest, and the most beautiful. Lo'ak was giving me shit, again, about how much I like you, and I got sick of hearing it. I got frustrated and I said something I didn't mean, and I wish you'd never heard it. I'd rather die than hurt you, Y/N. Please, believe me."

He held her as her breathing slowed, and his heart rate stayed high.

After a while, she pulled away, just enough to look up at him. He wondered if he could ever forgive himself for making her look this sad.

"I believe you," she said finally, and the corners of her mouth almost turned up in a smile.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N. I have been for a while, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I will never forgive myself for hurting you."

She reached up, brushing a tear that had escaped off of Neteyam's cheek, and she smiled - really smiled, wide, ear to ear.

"I'm in love with you, too, Neteyam."

His smile grew, wide enough to match hers, and he pulled her tightly into his arms again, smelling the fresh berry scent in her wet hair, putting his hands everywhere on her that he could touch, reveling in how lucky he was to be loved by someone who was everything that she was.

"I'll make it up to you," he whispered, "for the rest of our lives, if you'll let me."

She squeezed his shoulders tightly, and he felt a warm kiss pressed into his shoulder.

"I'll let you," she whispered, and his heart soared.