#and so i brought up the tone of her 'joke' (which was obviously not a joking tone and much more of a mocking and annoyed one)

[hamzahsonlygirl]

Tease.. (Hamzah NSFW)

- Bsf!Hamzah x f!reader

-Unprotected p! in v!, Dominate!hamzah x sub!reader, oral m! receiving, teasing, backshots, creampie.

-Summary: You and the gang are filming a video when there’s not enough seats and you have to sit in hamzahs lap, things get heated and eventually you and him go back to your place.

-YALL PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS IKK YALL WILL LIKE MY WRITING 🙏💕

-Proof read but lmk if i missed anything 🎀

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Pink - Hamzah

Purple -You

Blue -Mandy

Orange -Martin

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You were sitting next to mandy as Hamzah and Martin returned to the room. You 4 were playing the sims for a video after the viewers wanted to see more of you. You and hamzah has always been close friends and sometimes even flirty but nothing ever too serious. Hamzah has brought you your favorite snacks and threw some snacks at mandy as well. Martin follows him with waters before sitting down next to mandy. Hamzah is left with no where to sit with there only being three desk chairs.

“Why doesn’t hamzah just sit on your lap?”

Mandy suggests while smiling teasingly

“I would crush her what??”

Hamzah says turning to mandy while waving his hands from the top of you head to the bottom to emphasize how small you are.

“Why not just switch?”

Martin said in a tone which means “How did you guys not think of that sooner?”

You look up at hamzah staring down at you. Today you wore a short white dress with a laced up back and a good amount of cleavage showing. Hey it’s was summer, it was cute, yk you would be on camera so you wore it. However you didn’t know you’d be sitting on hamzahs lap.

“You okay with that?”

Hamzah asks with concern obviously not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Yeah of course, it’s cool!”

you say with a smile while your subconscious starts going to a place it shouldn’t. You stand up and hamzah passes you to sit down. As he sits his shorts ride up slightly, you see hips push up as he readjusts himself in the seat. You watch as his hips jerked up only making your thoughts turn more inappropriate. Mandy and Martin were entertaining the camera by doing a first bite review of their snacks. Hamzah now looking up at you through his dark lashes gave you a half smile before patting his lap gently, ushering you to sit down. You felt something pulse in you when he pat his lap. You brushed the bottom of your dress forward so another layer of fabric would be between your growing lower heat and his lap.

Martin and Mandy finish their first bite review and Mandy starts up the game. The fans loved you because you knew everything about the sims they loved your segment of shopping for cc (custom content) for whatever character the group wanted to make. Mandy pushed the keyboard to your side of the desk, forgetting you were on Hamzah you rocked your hips forward trying to push the chair closer to the desk. You heard Hamzahs breath hitch and his hand flew to your hips holding you still. You remembered who’s lap you were on you turned slightly around, trying not to move too much, and apologized with a half smile all the while feeling very embarrassed. He smirked at you after finally taking a breath in.

“It’s okay, y/n don’t worry”

He reached his left arm around your waist and held you down on him while he scooted the chair closer. Only after you were completely flustered did you relaized he only touched you to help you move closer to the keyboard.

Little did you know Hamzah was enjoying every second of seeing you like this. Even if you were just flirty friends, there were moments when you two were alone and the flirting felt all too real. As you were downloading the custom content and all of you were making jokes back and forth when you felt hamzahs left hand (the one facing the wall) start to fiddle with the hem of your dress which was now at thigh length. He made sure mandy and martin didn’t see by doing it this on the opposite side of them. He traced circles and small shapes on your thighs sometimes exploring slightly higher, always making sure the camera couldn’t see where his hand was going. He picked up his phone with his other hand and typed something as he kept tracing your thigh. Suddenly he laughed then said

“y/n, look at this”

He said with a smile on his face. When he raised his phone to you it showed a note saying “don’t make it obvious on camera 💗.” You pretended to laugh as hamzah put his phone down and yall joined the others convo. You couldn’t help but feel soaked over the fact hamzah didn’t want it to be obvious so he did all of that just to keep teasing you on camera.

Awhile passed before martin spoke up and told everyone how late it had gotten.

“Oh shit guys it’s 11” he scoffed not believing so much time had passed.

Suddenly there was a loud bang downstairs.

“Guys where’s carl?” (Mandy and Martins cat if you didn’t know ^_^)

Mandy asks as she looks around and sees no sight of him.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”

Martin starts chanting as him and mandy jump up to run down stairs and stop whatever mischief their cat is making. When they’re gone the door slams behind them and you quickly realize it’s just you and Hamzah alone. You don’t say anything as you can feel his eyes on your back. As you think about how it’d feel to have his hands push down your back into an arch position his fingers gently connect with the top of your spine; before slowly making their way down.

“Hamzah…”

You breathe out quietly. He makes no reply expect the change in touch, he took his fingers off your spine and started tracing the criss cross pattern on your open back dress.

“hmm?”

He finally hums. You realize what’s going on and quickly try to stand up but hamzahs hands grip onto your waist and hold you firmly on his lap.

“Please don’t run from me, y/n”

He says softly as he leaves small soft kisses on your spine and shoulders. You could feel something hard underneath you. You moved your hips slightly into his; this made him stop breathing for a second and you knew exactly what the hard thing was that pressed against your clothed heat.

You both could hear Mandy and Martin make their way back up the stairs. You looked over your shoulder at hamzah as he put a finger to his lips giving you the universal sign of “shhh” with a smirk on his lips. As you turned you head back around you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he is. As the couple sat down and are distracted hamzah carefully lifts the bottom of your dress from under you so it pools on his lap. He slowly reachers he hand higher up your body; looking into the camera making sure you can’t see. When he reaches high enough hes met with the surprise of you having no panties on. He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. His soft lips brushed up against your skin.

“you’re such a good girl, y/n.”

In that moment you could feel something leak out of you. You had to get out of there. As if the gods heard your need to not be in a room with Mandy and Martin anymore, Martin spoke up.

“Hamzah can you give y/n a ride home, carl made a huge mess down stairs, we can finish filming tomorrow.”

Hamzah almost jumped at the chance to drive you home but he kept his cool and replied with an almostttttttt too eager sounding

“Yeah, of course..”

The drive back from Martin and Mandy’s wasn’t too far but far enough to the point you didn’t know what to say after what just happened. You turned on the radio and the party and the after party came on. Hamzah side eyed you and raised his eyebrow slightly. You blushed not knowing THAT type of song would come on. He reached over the cup holders between you guys while keeping his eyes on the road.

It was dark blue outside and the road was dead. Hamzahs car was warm and smelled nice. His big hand was cold as he places it just a bit too high on your thigh. Without realizing it a small moan/sigh slipped through your lips which filled hamzahs confidence in a way you couldn’t even imagine.

You stare down at hamzahs huge hand on your thigh. “he’s never touched me like this before” you thought to yourself, imagining all the other ways you’d want him to touch you, to kiss you, be in you. He noticed your eyes lingering on his hand, he pushed your legs open slightly keeping his eyes on the road the whole time.

“What y/n? tell me what you want?”

He said while rubbing his middle and ring finger tips on your inner thigh. You knew he was doing that with those fingers on purpose…but it worked. You imagined how his long fingers would feel on your pulsing clit. This was just embarrassing at this point, you could feel yourself starting to drip onto his car. You stuttered at first trying to get out your needs to Hamzah.

“Please t-touch me hamzah…”

Your voice was barely above a whisper but it drove him insane just hearing you need him so desperately. his lifted your dress slightly higher before running a finger alone your wet folds.

“fuck y/n.” Hamzah breathed out softly after feeling how soaked you were for him.

You arrived at your place as hamzah turned off the car and tried to take his hand away you grabbed his wrist. He could see your half lided eyes and your front teeth sink into the soft flesh of your bottom lip. Your hair slightly messy infront. If he wasent rock hard from feeling how wet you were, he definitely was now. He could feel his cock starting to twitch as he continued to play with your clit and folds. You held his wrist inbetween your legs tightly, he bit his lip before speaking softly into your ear.

“if you think this feels good let me show you inside just how much of a good girl you are”

He said barley above a whisper while he placed soft kisses on your neck. Without a second thought you got out of the car and went inside your place as hamzah followed. When the door shut behind you both he pushed you against it. He studied your face for a moment

“can i kiss you, y/n”

This wasn’t you and hamzahs first kiss but it was your first sober kiss. You thought it was sweet how he asked and made sure. You nodded biting your bottom lip craving to know what his lips against yours felt like. He pulled you closer by your waist before leaning in softly to kiss you. The first few kisses were soft and slow, he wanted to remember this moment, remember how soft your lips felt; He thought about how good they’d feel wrapped around his cock. His mind drove him wild as he picked up and held you against the wall, now kissing you rougher.

You felt the bulge in his pants grow continuously as you grinded against him. You moaned as the head of his cock grinded against your sore clit.

“tell me what you want, baby, let me hear your pretty voice.”

He spoke to you so sweetly you could’ve came right there. You reached down to cup his bulge which made his cock throb under his boxers and shorts.

“i want you in my mouth, hamzah.”

You said to him shamelessly as you started up at him through your dark long lashes. He carried you to your bed and took his shirt off. You left your dress on knowing a white, lacy sundress turns him on crazy. (A fact he shared with you while you were both high out of your mind) You got on your hands and knees and slowly made your way up to his waist. You softly kissed down his stomach and v line. As you kissed his v line you started pulling his shorts down as he stared down at you with half lidded eyes. You bit your lip. His cock was throbbing under his now suffocatingly tight boxers.

“You’re so big, Hamzah”

You said breathlessly as you licked his tip through his boxers. His head fell back and his hands found a place in your hair.

“please y/n, i need you so badly.” He sighed while slightly moving his hips closer to your face.

In this moment you slowly pulled down his boxers letting his cock spring out and hit his stomach. Your eyes widened and he smirked and laughed at your reaction.

“aw cmon. you got this baby, who’s my good girl?”

He asked while reassuring you. He pumped his dick up and down slowly before carefully placing his tip ontop of your soft wet lips. His cock was throbbing and wanted nothing more but to fuck you senselessly but he knew good things come with patience.

“I’m your good girl.”

You said softly with a half smile before opening your mouth slightly and sticking your tongue out balancing his erection on it.

“you look so pretty like this…”

He started saying as he slapped his soft pink tip on your plush tongue. Before placing his cock on your face, enjoying the view of how you were HIS slut.

“…so pretty with my cock on your face. Does that make you horny baby, being treated like this?”

“it’s only cause it’s you treating me like this hamzah.”

You replied before grabbing him at the base and slowly licking your way up making sure to keep eye contact with each painfully slow lick. Your lips wrapped around his tip before slowly taking him all in your mouth. Your throat needed a second to adjust but when it did his moans only got louder. You loved how vocal he is.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s so good y/n. just like that!”

He moaned out as you bobbed your head up and down, quickening your pace. You made sure to focus on his tip and the underside of his cock, sucking his tip softly but hard, and making sure your tongue licks up and down the underside of his cock as he goes in and out of your mouth. He pulled your hair into a ponytail and started rolling his hips in and out of your wet mouth. You couldn’t help but giggle softly while seeing how good he was feeling from using you.

“hm? you think that’s funny?”

He asked in a cocky tone before pulling out from your mouth and throwing you on the bed. He slowly pulled down your dress straps while leaving pecks down your neck till he got to your breast. He looked up at you for consent that he could take your dress off. You smiled at him and he immediately untied the bow at the bottom of the criss cross pattern dress. When the top of the dress fell he stared at your bare tits for a moment before taking one of your nipples between his two fingers and rolling it softly while his mouth cupped around the other nipple and slowly began sucking. His tongue playing with your nipple moving it in every different direction. Your moans started to fill the room as your back arched wanting more and more of him. More of his touch.

“Yeah… not so funny now, right?”

He asked with a smirk on his face. He standing at the the edge of the bed with your bottom half right on the edge. His cock pressed against your wetness by accident as he pulled you closer by your hips. He fell slightly forward from the feeling. He couldn’t believe how wet and warm you were, all for him, and his dick was only rubbing against the outside of your pussy. You needed him inside you so badly you’d do anything, you’d beg for him if he wanted.

“Hamzah, please…please i need you”

You spoke softly almost whining, so desperately and needy it drove him insane he felt like his cock was going to explode if he didn’t fuck you right now.

“Cmon baby, talk to me, tell me what you want.”

He rubbed his tip on your clit, his precum and your wetness mixing on your folds.

“Please fuck m-me hamzah, fuck me like a slut i’m yours.”

You stuttered from the feeling of his head circling your clit.

“That’s my good girl…”

He trailed off before slowly pushing his huge cock into your small pussy. He couldn’t help but moan out your name as he bullied his way into your tight cunt. The feeling of him stretching you out for the first time was unbelievable. You wanted his cock to be in you all the time now. You didn’t even want to imagine how empty you’ll feel without him inside you.

“You okay baby, i’m not hurting you right?”

He asked concerned after hearing you whimpering underneath him. You quickly shook your head wanting nothing more then for him to be fully inside you.

“n-no please go deeper Hamzah. please.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at how desperate you were, he loved how you wanted his cock so bad you were pleading without him even asking.

“It’s only half way in, princess…you sure?”

He said calling you something he never had before. ‘princess’ you felt yourself become even more soaked and your juices coating the part of his cock that weren’t yet inside you. He felt your pussy try to suck him in deeper when he called you that and wasn’t about to let it go unmentioned.

“that turn you on…princess? you like when I call you that.”

He asked innocently before sharply thrusting the rest of his length into you. The wind was knocked out of you as you cry/moaned .

“fuck, fuck please do that again, keep going please hamzah”

You begged him, you needed his cock to hit that spot deep inside you again, however for hamzah that spot wasent so deep because he was so big. Every thrust he made into you felt like it went deeper and deeper. He started off with a slow and steady pace making sure your walls get used to his size. As he thrusted into you he mumbled sweet nothings in your ear.

“so…so warm.” “you’re doing so good for me.” “you like when I fuck you like this?”

Every word and every thrust pushed you further and further till a familiar feeling inside your stomach crept up on you. You felt yourself about to unravel on his cock and he could tell by how loud you were getting.

He flipped you over and arched you back down so you were in the doggy position before slamming his cock back into you and pulling you hips back and forth on this cock.

“yeah fuck yeah, just like that hamzah, fuck, youre so good…”

You moaned out as he pulled your hair back.

“Yeah princess tell me how good my cock feels fucking you..”

He quick ended his pace wanting nothing more but to cum together. He watched your pussy as he thrusted in and out of you. in. out. in. out. in. out. It was mesmerizing, the way your pussy sucked his cock in. So needy.

“Your cock feels so good inside me, baby”

You whimpered.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck hamzah im gonna cum…please please cum in me hamzah!”

You begged for his cum which made him slam his hips into your ass, fucking you at a pace and deepness you didn’t think was humanly possible.

“Yeah princess, cum on my cock, i want to feel that pretty little pussy twitch around me.”

Hamzah had learned you loved words and loved being told sweet nothings.

“i’m gonna fill that pretty little pussy up with my cum, so so deep inside you princess, is that what you want?”

This completely sent you over the edge as you came you begged hamzah to cum deep inside you. With a final few thrust you felt his cock twitch before feeling slightly more filled up than you did before. You could feel his cum move inside you as he slowly pulled out. Your body sank down from an arched position and hamzah carefully laid down and spooned you.

“so maybe we should talk about what all this means.”

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Leaving it at that for now!! please send request i need more ideas. I’ll write specific kinks, scenarios rlly anything lol :3 besides anything under the influence, i personally don’t believe you can consent under any substance besides like weed lmao

[vexis-world]

“You can't seriously be that dumb..!”

💗 Clarisse la rue x daughter of Apollo!reader one-shot 💗

Authors note: hi reader!! This is my first fan-fiction post so I'd love any constructive criticism to help improve my writing for the future! This is not beta read so it's far from perfect - but I hope you will still enjoy it nonetheless :)) Ty for reading! 🫶

Short summary: Clarisse has some doubts about your "relationship" and seeks you out to speak about her worries.

Word count: 940ish words!

Clarisse’s mind was swarming with thoughts; it always does when she trains alone. She thinks best in the training arena, it's in her blood after all. You and her had been in a relationship for almost 3 months now and hadn't kissed yet. Which isn't a big deal! Clarisse doesn't mind, at least that's what she tells herself. But this is her first relationship, and she doesn't have anyone to unload this onto. To ask advice without having to reveal too much about herself, and her most private fears. She knew that you wanted to take things slow. Although it was not confirmed by words, Clarisse could (in her opinion) read her ‘girlfriend’ well. However when was slow, too slow? Were you having mixed feelings all of a sudden? And if so why had this not been brought up? Clarisse believed that you two were close, as ones in a romantic partnership should be; but perhaps not as close as she had originally thought.

Clarisse took large and fast steps, speed walking over to you. People moved out of her way, they could tell it was urgent and that they shouldn't mess with Clarisse at this moment. Or any moment for that matter.

“Hey Clarisse!” you spoke enthusiastically, finishing up a patient in the infirmary. “Pretty girl, explain something to me.” Clarisse's words make you blush, faintly; you had mainly gotten used to her flirty remarks these past few weeks, but she always manages to catch you off guard, every once in a while. “Ok.. what's up?” you asked, in a nervous tone. You could clearly see the distressed look on the girls face. “It's sort of private, can we speak in the back?” this added to your nerves, clarisse was usually never this off. “Of course, is everything okay?” but before you could finish your sentence, clarisse had already walked over to the back of the infirmary and into the supply area.

The supply closet was cramped with the both of you in there. Clarisse had to push up against you with an arm over your head for you two to fit somewhat comfortably. “Clarisse, is everything okay?” you asked again, this time hoping you would get a straight forward reply. “Do you.. Have you um..” clarisse stuttered avoiding your concerned gaze. “Have you lost feelings for me or something?” she finally mutters. You spent a minute gathering up your words, to find a way to reply. You bit your lip with furrowed brows, before the words fully processed and then said. “What..?” Clarisse had a strange expression on her face. “It's been three months and we haven't kissed or held hands in public. We don't go on proper dates. I feel like you don’t like me” she says quickly with an eye-roll included. “Clarisse, what are you on about..? Why would we kiss?” you asked hesitantly. “Why wouldn't you? Were in a relationship, isn't that kinda the norm?” This left you frozen. You were shocked, obviously but also majorly embarrassed. Had you been in a relationship without even knowing it? And to your crush no less. Fuck. “.. relationship?” you said nauseously, with butterflies in your stomach. “Clarisse, is this some sort of sick joke..?” you added, with shallow breaths. The room was getting stuffy and suffocating. “What do you mean sick joke? Have I ever lied to you? Are my feelings a joke to you? Is that it? Forget it. If I make you this fucking sick then good thing you're in the infirmary. I'm leaving, let's not talk for a while, 'kay?” she pushes past you. since you two were practically melted into one another, you could feel how she'd gotten warmer and how her heart rate had gone up significantly. You try to go after her but just as you do, your brother, Will asks you to tend to another patient that had just come in. He calls over his shoulder. “trouble in paradise? Gonna have to wait, I'm afraid - I need some help over here!” leaving you even more puzzled.

An hour or two goes by since you spoke with clarisse, and she’s consumed your thoughts entirely. You decided to speak to her at dinner and try to resolve whatever happened earlier.

“Clarisse, can we talk? Again..” you whispered, almost begging. “Kinda busy. We’ll talk later.” clarisse brushes you off to finish scraping her offerings into the fire. “Please clarisse. I need to speak to you. Just for a second.” you plead. “Two minutes. Two, that's it.” clarisse says, her eyes finally looking up from fire to the now very interesting sky. “Thank you.” You sigh and lead her away to a more secluded area as she had done with you. “I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. And they're not a joke to me. I'm just confused. What did you mean by relationship?” Clarisse replies by saying “what do you mean, what do i mean? We're dating, aren't we?” you take a pause, dumbfounded for the second time today. “Since when? Don't take this the wrong way but.. I don't remember you asking me to be your.. Um.. girlfriend.” your voice is wobbly and uncertain, you try your best to make your words seem kinder, as to not offend clarisse again. “Well, I guess I never asked but.. Oh.” Clarisse's words end as she parts her lips. She's realised her error. And so had you. You let out a breathy chuckle and say “maybe this time you should actually ask me.'' Clarisse looks at you with much more confidence now, her infamous sly grin back on her perfect face. “Maybe that would be best, sweet girl.”

[moonwayne]

𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙝𝙞𝙢 (𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣)

- 𝙟𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙙/𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

warnings: smoking/drinking, injury, guns, blood, talks of religion???? idrk… for the sake of the story, let’s pretend jason has a little smokey-smoke from time to time, mkay?

In the dimly lit and ever crowded bar, you watched with vigilant eyes as he brought the cigarette to his mouth. Watched the way he inhaled deeply and then exhaled the cloud which billowed out like a freight train through a small town. He had always had such a way with his words and his movements, it was hard to take your eyes off of him. To everyone else he was simply a reckless, loud and occasionally obnoxious man, with his crude jokes and blasé attitude wrapped in a leather jacket.

“Bit of a head case, ain’t he?” The woman sat next to you had leaned over, her tone of voice laced with judgment.

You chuckled and leaned back over, whispering, “Well, I am biased, he’s my man.”

You saw her shake her head and heard the quiet mumbling to the person next to her, picking up the small uttering of “God help her.”

Your good lord doesn’t need to lift a finger, you thought to yourself, coy grin splayed across your face, “Don’t worry, I can fix him.” She raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing your statement, “No really, I can.” You smiled, before returning your gaze to Jason, not noticing the judgemental look the woman and her friend had shot your way, thinking you yourself must be crazy too. And only I can.

“Ready, babe?” He asked, hand finding yours in the darkness. You nodded and he led you outside where he placed a helmet on your head, giving you a lopsided grin as he secured it, before climbing onto his bike. You followed suit, and wrapped your arms around his waist, beneath his jacket just as he liked. As you were on your journey back home, you saw the glint in his eyes appear as he raised his hands from the hike handles, lifting them up in the air and letting out a loud yell of excitement. You smiled and gently and slowly pushed his arms back down, burying your face into his back and reveling in the moment with him.

Up in your apartment, wrapped up in your sheets that had found themselves entangled around both you and Jason, you gazed lovingly into his captivating eyes. His hand, warm and so calloused from his pistol softly traced hearts on your face. You kissed him softly, hands roaming up to his hair and running your fingers through it.

He was a perfect case for my certain skill set. After all, you thought, he had a halo of the highest grade, he just hadn’t met you yet.

“What’s running through that pretty little head of yours?” He asked, voice low.

“Just thinking, I can show you heaven..” You leaned up close to his ear to whisper, watching as his skin rose with goosebumps. You pressed a finger against his lips as his face neared closer to yours and spoke softly “If you’ll be an angel, all mine.” You winked as he grinned slyly, leaning in again before his phone rang, signifying a request for his presence somewhere else in Gotham. He groaned and gave you a quick peck as you watched him put on his red hood attire. He sauntered over to your window and pushed up the screen before sitting in the frame, body halfway out and looked back to you.

“Be careful, please.” You pleaded, mind already filling with the worst scenarios.

“Always. I’ll be back soon, and we can pick this up again. I’m not done with you.” He spoke as a promise, before sending you a wink of his own and climbing down. You watched as he climbed onto his bike before returning your attention to your room. Looking around, you noticed he’d left one of his guns on your nightstand. I can handle a dangerous man. You said to yourself.

Later, a little while after you had made a cup of warm tea and settled in with your latest read, a loud and familiar thump thump! came from your window.

“It’s open.” You replied lazily. In came Jason, in all his glory, complete with a dazed look in his eye and marks that definitely were not there before painted on his body. It took you a second before realizing there was also a steady stream of blood running down his side. You gasped before rushing to his aid with a med kit. It took you awhile, the job not completed without a few winces and grunts, as well as some tears, although the last were from you, before he was all patched up.

“You said you were gonna be careful.” You reminded him, twirling a strand of his white hair around your finger softly. “I know babe. I’m sorry.” He apologized, “I’ll go lighter next time.” He told you, but the playful grin across his face told you he was not even considering it. You sighed and let your head fall onto his shoulder, exhausted.

I can fix him, no really I can. You reminded yourself again, thinking back to those ladies in the bar before letting reality creep in, like a dying wave across your feet at a beach’s shore. Woah maybe I can’t.

did we like? first time writing for Jason.

let me know your thoughts 🤍

x

[kodathings]

𝐹𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒

Aeri Uchinaga x drunk!reader

Gender: Fluff

Warnings: drunk reader, slight mention of blood and fight with someone else at first.

a/n: Hello 😁 It's been a while since I've been here, hasn't it? Anyway, I came back with little creativity and I'm still writing something about Winter, but it will take a while to come out. I hope you enjoy what you read and if you could give me suggestions on what I should write soon. Oh, and this fanfic was inspired by a materialist about aespa that I read, I don't remember who wrote it but if you search you'll find it here on Tumblr.

"You fucking bum!" You scream, drawing the attention of the entire bar as you attack a drunk man who confronted you. With your weight you managed to knock him to the ground and punch him in the face, which were difficult to aim with in your drunken state. This all didn't last long when he pushes you, making you hit your head on the table and some glasses of drinks fall on you along with a perfect punch in the middle of your face and soon after your vision goes dark.

-

"You know how stupid that was, don't you?"

"But he was talking about you, I heard it!”

"That was stupid" Giselle shut you up by putting alcohol swabs on your wound under your eye, making the area burn. She was with you at the bar when you fought with that strong man, she was the one who brought you home in fact. You went to the bar to drink because the next day she was going to visit her family in Tokyo and you were staying because you still had to work, so it would be good drink with her before that.

You mumbled something under your breath when she pulled the cotton away with little blood this time "I was just trying to defend you...". Well, she can't send it, it was cute to see you this way, flushed from the drink and with a pout on his lips trying to justify yourself to Giselle.

"You didn't have to do this, just accept that you have a hot girlfriend." She joked trying to lighten the mood. You can't help but laugh at this and go back to sulking when you remember that guy. "But I didn't like what he said" she could even count how many times you've repeated that tonight "Drink really messes with your little head, doesn't it?"

Once again the cotton made contact with his skin, this time a new cotton that went to another wound in the corner of his lip. It was incredible how powerful that man's fist was in you face. The cotton came off and her soft fingers brushed against his skin for a perfect bandage that she had done before, she obviously knew very well what she was doing. Her glass came a little forward with her eyes focused on your bruised face, Giselle didn't even notice how you silently admired her.

"You are very beautiful" a shy murmur escaped his lips with a goofy smile. Now it is clear that the drink was messing with his head. You felt like a fool falling in love again, it was so strange in your head, out of nowhere you felt that way as if you had hearts in your eyes when you saw her.

Aeri smiled at the sight of you just being a jerk for her "You're so silly, Y/n" she pressed a quick kiss to your cheek leaving the lipstick mark there. You liked that, you really liked that. It wasn't like you to like physical contact, this wasn't really your love firm, but this time it was different because of the sparkle in your eyes and she noticed. A smile painted her lips painted wine red, the perfect tone to mark her skin as if it were a painting and she was the artist.

"Why are you like that, babe?" Cynical, she knew how to play with you according to what you was feeling. Your eyes just stared into her dark orbs, you're too stupid and in love for that. You have a headache, your nose still hurts from the punch, your hand hurts a little but you continued to look at her and your girlfriend's red lips "You're going to Tokyo tomorrow...I don't think I can stay without you around for three weeks".

It's cute, but it's sad at the same time. She felt the same way, of course she would call you every night to see how she was and not to mention that she wouldn't be alone in Tokyo since she will see her family, But knowing that I would be far from you is kind of painful to be honest. It would be fair if she left you with a memory of her even if it was just for a little while.

With a sigh she left you lying on the bed comfortably, you didn't understand anything, you just accepted your fate and the soft bed that made you lie there without protesting. She sat on top of you and leaned in close to your face, dangerously close to your lips that tasted like a strong drink that she didn't particularly like the taste of, but it would be worth it later. Your arms were wrapped around her involuntarily quickly, not letting her leave now.

"Silly..." she called you with the new nickname that would be acquired for the rest of your life. It was then that the kissing session on her skin began. First one on his left cheek, he moved up his lips to his forehead forming a path to his right cheek and chin. She was careful not to end up undoing the bandages, which was the reason to make a trail of kisses to his jaw and neck. Meanwhile you were soft with the amount of kisses you received from the Japanese woman.

You felt like you were in heaven, the angels were granting you this great woman before you entered the gates of heaven. Her hands were roaming over your shoulder and arms to make sure you would have blurs of memories the next morning.

Suddenly the kisses stopped, making an irritated groan come out of you in protest, everything was so good. Your eyes opened to see what happened but closed soon after with the quick kiss that was placed on your bruised lips, you swore you just melted like butter on the bed. Aeri had surreally soft lips, a feature you considered very advantageous.

"How it feels?"

"I won't get this off my face until tomorrow"

"Idiot"

[dilucsflame33]

I just had this idea! Though um if you up for it. It can be NSFW. Its how the turtles will react to an innocent S/o who unknowingly made a naughty joke. She never makes these jokes as she had no idea how!. Also she had accidentally texted the joke!.

Well oops on her part👀

This be how they react after that almost awkward text chat when she arrives at the lair. Thats all i can think of for now. This is gonna be good. Work your magic!

Innocent Turned Naughty 🔥

Ohh, honey, I have been waiting for this! I decided to do it head cannon style, so we're going with that. I hope this to your liking. Some of these aren't really jokes, just messages that could go into two ways. Obviously they took it to the deep end because they're men. 😂

🔞 Warning 🔞 NSFW 18+ Only

Dirty talk and some crack because we all need humor. 👌🏻

Your turtle terrapin was relaxing in the lair when his phone buzzed at a random. He would usually do his favorite type of activity during these times, so relaxing on the couch was a new norm he would get used to.

When he opened the message, however, was when his eyes widened at the message you've just sent to him.

• "Wanna go to the dojo and give me a private lesson?"

• Mouth dropped, eyes wide

• Went complete shut down

• This poor man doesn't know what to do

• But he will admit that he's intrigued

• You are his innocent, little blossom. Why did that line made his heart race?

• He doesn't text back

• That man calls!

• When you picked up, however, you were all cheerful as ever.

• "You do realize what you have done, right?"

• Confusion on your end, until he told you about the message you've sent. You started panicking.

• "O-Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry! I was actually wanting to do some training since you have an off day. So I thought that you could teach me."

• Awkwardness falls.

• Leo rubbed his face, completely embarrassed about thinking of such things of you like this.

• "I apologize, blossom. I kind of went to the deep end." He chuckled nervously as he looked around the room, hoping no one heard their conversation.

• "Oh, no, you're fine! I mean," you paused as you brought up the last bit of courage you have. "I was actually like to have a lesson, if you know what I mean." He could hear that teasing tone, even though your voice wavered a bit.

• *Que Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen* Mother, I've just killed a man.

• He took in a deep breath, exhaled slowly. "I was going to let you off the hook but, since my little one wants to tease, I expect you down here in 20 minutes. Do you understand me?"

• He laughed when he heard you scurrying around your apartment. This is going to be fun.

• "Bench press me?"

• The man was shooketh to the core!

• Had to placr his phone down just so he could breathe.

• That text can go into different ways and he's thinking of the naughty kind.

• Oh, he can bench press you alright. He'll press you into a mating press, that's what he will do!

• Another vibration was heard and he looked the text. It was from you.

• "I'm so embarrassed. I just realized on what it sounds like and I'm so sorry!"

• He ain't having it. Oh, heck naw! You've poked the bear and you're gonna get the grizzly.

• Eat you up until there's nothing left, babe!

• He called you.

• "H-Hello?" You spoke with uncertainty. He hasn't responded until he called. You're a little nervous right now.

• "What kind of pressing are we talking about here? Cause all I'm thinking of is you, in a mating press, and you screaming my name until my brothers complain about the noise."

• You've just died happy.

• "Teach me some anatomy, love? 🥰"

• Donnie raised a brow as he read the message you've just sent.

• Anatomy, huh?

• "Which part of anatomy?" He replied back as he continued to read until you've messaged him back.

• "Reproductive system."

• His brain short suricated.

• "And the muscles and tendons. To see what they do if they go passed their limits."

• Oh, he's trying so hard not to go to the deep end. But it's hard to when the conversation is like this!

• He called.

• "Darling," he replied when you've picked up his call. "Re-read what you've just said to me."

• You were confused until you've spoke the message out loud. He can't help but smirk when he heard your voice being covered by your hands. "Now, to answer your question. I will teach you, but it's best if I could demonstrate. If you don't mind."

• He laughed when he heard you scream out away from the phone. Oh, this is entertaining.

• "Which type do you prefer? Sweet or spicy?"

• Mikey pondered in thought. "I like sweet!"

• "Sweet is nice, but I like to have some spicy. ^^"

• Oh, you all know where this is going.

• This man has a dirty mind, so don't be surprised when he replied something naughty in return.

• "Ooh, spicy, huh? I will definitely spice things up, if you know what I mean." He sent a smirking emoji after that.

• You were a blushing mess when he sent that smirk emoji.

• "That's not what I meant!" You replied with a blush.

• Mikey chuckled as he called you.

• When you answered however, he groaned deep from within his chest. "Angel, if you want spicy, I definitely got the spice! Come over here and have a taste!"

• But what shocks him was when you replied back.

• "Oh, really? You're big talk, baby. Give it to me then."

• Now it's his turn to blush. He didn't expect you to counter back like that.

• "Come over and I will!" He challenged.

• He could hear keys and a door slam. Oh, you're serious!

• Let's just say the man rushed to his room and done a quick clean up.

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[gaybananabread]

Hi!! Sorry to bug you, but I love your writing and I saw that TickleTober requests are still open, so I thought I'd see if you were in the mood to fill a request

If you feel like it, could I get Lee!Alastor and a ler of your choice from Hazbin Hotel for either day 3 of day 29? If you decide not to do this one, obviously, no problem. But if you end up wanting to write it, I'd absolutely 100% appreciate it!!

TickleTober Day 3 - Prank

~Yeeeeeh the boys! (^w^) I haven’t done anything with these two yet, so I figured it was time to fix that. Who better for Alastor to mess with and receive his due sanction? This is mainly gonna be them just being their dumbass selves and acting like goofs. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Alastor

Ler: Lucifer

Summary: Alastor is in dire need of some entertainment, and he finds the perfect target. Lucifer doesn’t appreciate his need for excitement, instead finding his own way to make the day more interesting.

Warnings: Hazbin Hotel spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Charlie’s Hazbin Hotel was busier than it had ever been; true, that meant it had a total of four guests besides Angel, but it was definitely progress! Sinners had put a bit more stock in the princess’s word since their victory against the exorcists. It wasn’t the ideal method she’d hoped for gaining their trust, but she couldn't complain. Things were turning around for her and the crew.

While it was good for business, there wasn't anything too interesting about the new guests. They were just wayward sinners seeking redemption for petty, almost negligible sins; good for his investment, but not his attention span.

The only thing that had brought some moderate enjoyment to the deer man was Lucier’s visits. The king seemed to detest Alastor’s every move, which was quite amusing. Hell, if he simply touched Charlie’s shoulder, Lucifer acted like he held a knife to her throat! Quite entertaining indeed…

That day, Alastor was rather bored. The new guests hadn’t gotten into any interesting trouble in weeks. They were showing real improvement – how boring! Even the streets of Hell seemed to calm down, many still celebrating the second death of Adam and the angelic failure.

So, like any reasonable sinner, he decided to make his own fun.

Lucifer had popped by to visit Charlie: something he’d been trying to do more often since rekindling his relationship with his daughter. Unfortunately for him, she had a meeting with Vaggie that day to go over expenses. He just awkwardly sat on the couch, fiddling with his latest duckie.

Oho, what a delicious opportunity!

Now, the Radio Demon was no fool; he knew better than to do anything too outlandish. A simple joke, however, would be forgivable. “Sorry” was one of Charlie’s main values, after all.

His smile growing wider and fiendishly crooked, Alastor sent out three tentacles to go and mess with the man. Meanwhile, he hid in the shadows, watching his little prank play out.

Slithering up behind him, one of the tentacles snatched his hat, another grabbing the duck and giving it a squeeze. A laser-esque beam shot out from the bill, blowing a hole in the wall. Ah, well. Work means later entertainment.

The moment Lucifer reached up to grab his hat, the third sneaky tentacle snaked up to tug at his coat. The very tip of it brushed against his stomach, making the man flinch and grab hold of it. His eyes lit up a dark red – oh shit. Alastor was in for it.

In seconds, his tentacles dispersed, and he was pinned against the wall by the front of his coat. Alastor’s neverending smile gained a sinister edge, but he didn’t retaliate; he knew better than to do anything violent in Charlie’s domain.

“Careful, your highness. Wouldn’t want dear Charlie to find any stains upon her return.” His tone was sickly amused, knowing he had a sort of diplomatic immunity around the man. To put it simply, Lucifer couldn’t do shit to hurt him, or he’d ruin Charlie’s faith in himself.

“You tacky piece of shit…” Lucifer snarled, his horns showing. Ohoho, he wanted to rip the deer man’s throat out and wear the bones as a necklace, but… No. He couldn’t hurt his daughter like that – never again.

No way he wasn’t gonna get revenge, though. But how?! He couldn’t hurt the sinner, as much as he wanted to. Nothing besides snark seemed to piss Alastor off, and that just simply wasn’t gonna cut it.

“Language, Luci! Such vulgar, immature insults are unbefitting of royalty, demonic or otherwise!” Okay, he was pushing it, but it was too sweet to resist! The look of anger and annoyance on Lucifer’s face… It was, dare he say it, was better than any smile out there. Despite the hypocrisy of it, he had to see the man glaring as often as possible.

Lucifer’s horns came out fully, his eyes burning a hellish, enraged red. Something had to be done about that cocky radio bastard, but what..?

The king’s mind raced, trying to think through the anger management courses Charlie had “accidentally” signed the entire crew up for.

What had they said again? ”Try and take deep breaths, assess the situation, and find a way to communicate your frustrations in a nonviolent way.” Horseshit for Hell, but…it did give him an idea.

“Ya know what? Fine. I don’t need to hurt you to make a point. I just need-” All six of Lucifer’s wings popped out, a devilish grin replacing his glare. “-to make you remember the consequences of your actions~”

Alastor tensed at the look, his smile growing wobbly around the edges. He knew that grin; he’d seen it on a few of the other hotel members when they were acting like fools. Specifically, right before they-

“If you try anything, I’ll teAR THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES, AND LET YOUR ENTIRE KINGDOM HEAR THE AGONIZED SCREAMS OF THEIR- KYEEeh!”

Before Alastor could enter his badass demon form, one of Lucifer’s claws gently scraped up his stomach.

“Ohoho, what’s this, eh? Big, scary Radio Demon man isn’t ticklish, is he? Might damage the brand!” Lucifer teased, starting to actively tickle the deer man’s stomach. With a quick snap, golden hands grabbed Alastor’s wrists, holding his arms above his head.

Alastor was stubbornly trying to hold his reactions in, glaring gleeful daggers at the powerful man in front of him. It was taking everything he had to stay mostly stoic, but there was no way in Hell he was gonna let Lucifer win.

“What’s the matter, Al? Something bothering you?” Lucifer smirked, trailing his fingers up and down the seam of his coat. “Maybe a tickle in your throat?”

“Sh-shuhut your wretched trap!” Kicking his feet against the ground, Alastor tried to thrash away from the hands. He’d forever deny the small titter that escaped him.

“Yeah, no. I kinda like having you trapped here, fighting back those adorable little noises…” Taking advantage of his wings, Luci started to brush all six tips against Alastor’s sides, ribs, and neck.

“GYECK- Fuhuck youhuhuhu!” The red-coated sinner stomped his foot to try and distract himself; the soft and fluffy feathers tickled just enough to get him giggling like a fool.

“You wish, bambi~” Knowing the dirty joke would get on the man's nerves, he purred it into Al’s ear. The small blush on his face grew at the comment, making him shake his head.

“Youhu peheherveherse twihit! Rehehelehease mehehe ahat ohonce!” His attempts at sounding threatening weren't exactly helped by the bubbly, static-y giggles, but he was trying.

“Ooo, sorry, can’t do that. You see, you messed with me. Now,” he smirked, relaying an altered version of his favorite line. “I’m going to wreck you~”

With that, Lucifer dug into the sweet spot: Alastor’s lower stomach.

The deer man snorted, a squeal quickly breaking through the animalistic sound. Just like that, the dam was broken; big laughs and squeaky curses flooded from Alastor’s lips as he wriggled and kicked.

Luci cooed, scribbling and squeezing the sensitive bit of pudge. He loved hearing the deer noises – especially those surprised snorts and bleats.

“IHI- *snort* IHIHI’LL GRIHIND YOUHUHUR UHUNHOLY BOHOHONES IHINTO DUHUHUHUST!” Alastor still managed to squeeze some threats out through his laughter; he was quite a persistent sinner. It was all talk, though. Al could do nothing to hurt Lucifer, both for fear of the king’s power and the faith of the man’s daughter.

“Suuuuure ya will, deer boy~ Tell my dust how Charlie feels about that.” Lucifer grinned, continuing his assault on the man’s worst spot. He was willing to go for as long as Alastor could handle it.

That was, until, the front door to the hotel opened.

“Hey Dad! I just finished meeting with Rosie, and you’ll never guess what she said!”

In the blink of an eye, Lucifer’s hands whipped down to his sides, his horns retreating. The golden mitts holding Alastor’s wrists yanked him up and tossed him on the lobby couch behind the blonde, back facing them.

To the naked eye, it looked like Al had decided to take a rest, and Luci just so happened to be in the room. The deer man was smart to muffle his giggles before Charlie could notice.

“Oh yeah, Char-Char? Meeting went well, huh?” Lucifer walked over to his daughter, tapping his cane on Alastor’s back as he went; it was petty as hell, but oh so worth it.

“Yeah, really well, actually! She said she’d recommend us to her business partners and any wayward sinners she finds!” Charlie’s eyes sparkled as she rambled about her latest business update, her father paying full attention.

Alastor took a few shaky breaths, cursing the man in giggling whispers. Though he didn’t want to admit it, the stupid fallen angel had won that time.

Melting into the shadow of the couch cushions, the deer man began forming a plan. The next time they would fight, Al would have some tricks up his sleeves. Oh, how the mighty (and smug) would fall…

“‘Til next time, your highness...”

[chiistarri]

me when im stupid and try to talk to her about how she hurt my feelings and she yells at me for trying to start a fight

me when im excited to tell our mom something and she gets annoyed and says i talk too much

[chireikiden]

Might be a pretty basic take by the standards of more seasoned yuri fans, but it's my perspective as someone who's mostly read yuri in a Touhou context (though a lot of it), and exclusively manga from the Japanese fans as opposed to i.e. written fics.

Touhou yuri (using it very broadly here to describe any kind of wlw shipping present) is, across the board, in a pool of fan literature going back twenty years, remarkably good at taking the lesbian part for granted. Not counting outright het content or works that simply don't bring it up, I have only very vague memories of a character's lesbian orientation being either denied or even brought to question (even in the cliche "But we're both girls!" manner, which even as a somewhat dead horse trope you might still expect to see, given plenty of doujin writing isn't exactly highbrow). You might be able to read "Does she like girls?" between the lines in the usual question of "Does she like me?" if you really want to, but the way it's still basically treated as default is fun to me. There's a reason Touhou basically has honorary yuri status on e.g. Dynasty Reader, even the stories with effectively zero shipping in them. You might not notice if you haven't browsed the site, but it's literally nothing but yuri + Touhou. We even got upload rights just so we could post more Touhou.

(Of course, Touhou being yuri city is part of the reason any hint of straight romance gets a really strong kneejerk reaction from people, including me. But that's also because the lack of usable male characters makes that shipping inherently hamfisted, up to and including literally making up cardboard villager OCs. Basically the only positive example I can remember off the top of my head is Hisona's An Old Poem for the Cuckoo Bird depicting Youki with a 1000-year-old mostly joking crush on Nue, which after some chin-scratching I decided I liked alright. And Hisona of course has plenty of yuri cred to cover for it.)

But although taken for granted, most Touhou yuri is one or more of: a.) On a "blushing maidens thinking about holding hands" level in its approach to romance, b.) Only depicting the starting moments of a relationship, at best - usually just pining, c.) Only off-handedly teasing, basically to acknowledge the ship is there, d.) Showing a very close and loving relationship but leaving the romance part subtextual, even if thinly veiled.

While those are all fine - some of my favorite artists like e.g. Ashiyama undeniably fall under d.) - it means that artists who depict more established couples, and couples that get depicted as more established, stand out. I love when a story is very blunt about two characters, whether the focus is actually on them or not, already being an item. Be it due to a difference in target demographic or what, many of these works seem to have a slight lean towards being more raunchy/horny even when not outright R-18, but I don't actually mind that too much when it does happen - as long as they're fun and raunchy, as opposed to only raunchy or, god forbid, unfun in raunchy ways.

I like how Moyazou depicts Mokou and Keine as basically-married. I like how Atoki depicts YuuParu or SakiYachi after drawing like twenty books of them (each). I like when Kawayabug depicts Tojiko as Miko's beleaguered wife. But the example of the day is obviously risui (of Ladies of Scarlet Devil Mansion), who you might have guessed inspired this ramble. Funnily enough, in LoSDM she seems to have walked back Meiling and Sakuya's relationship coincidentally at the same time she toned down the content to fit SCoOW's guidelines, compared to her usual works that have MeiSaku at a much more established and mutual stage.

But the point stands that it's really fun to see LoSDM almost rub it in your face from the very start - from Meiling's dream to every other conversation she has - that everyone in it is unapologetically and openly lesbian, assumes everyone else to be a lesbian, and doesn't hesitate to talk about it like a (romcom idiot) adult.

Also, risui draw lady very good

[empressdede]

TikToks - Solo Sikoa

Based on this tiktok …. Short oneshot so I hope you guys like it.

Word count: 761

Pairing: Sefa x Y/N

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Sefa laid on his best friend’s bed bored waiting for Y/N to finish getting ready, he called her 30 minutes ago to get ready cause he was taking her somewhere but apparently 30 minutes isn’t enough time.

“Are you done now?” He asked again for the umpteenth time which caused Y/N to roll her eyes.

“Asking me the same question over and over ain’t gon make me be ready any faster you know?” You replied, finishing up with moisturizing your lips with your peach scented chapstick. “But yes, I’m ready now.”

Sefa closed his phone and gave his undivided attention to his best friend. She wore a simple outfit but she still looked so pretty to him. “You look good.” He commented.

Y/N smiled, the butterflies in your stomach refusing to settle. Sefa’s compliments always did that to you.

“Thank you. Now, are you going to tell me where we going or am I being kidnapped again?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

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With a blindfold over your face, you let Sefa walk you to the destination he wanted to bring you so badly.

The kidnap comment was a joke so imagine your surprise when he actually pulled out a black scarf from his pocket.

“Still think its a little kinky you keep a scarf laying around in your back pocket.” You joked and he rolled his eyes.

“How is having a scarf kinky?” He asked with the most neutral tone.

“How is it not? C’mon Sefa, don’t tell me you’re that inexperienced in the bedroom.”

He stopped walking which cause you to stop in your steps, he leaned down to whisper, “If only you knew.”

Goosebumps rose on your arms and a small shiver ran through your spine because damn did you wanna know.

“You ready to see what I got for you?”

“If you brought me to the middle of nowhere I swear to God Sefa-“

“Can you shut up and take off the blindfold?” He stressed and it caused you to finally take off the scarf.

Your eyesight obviously being blurry, you turn to Sefa while blinking to wait for everything to become clear to you again. Once you could get a full look of the nervousness on his face, its when you turned and the sight before you took your breath away.

“Sefa.” You whispered as you took in the picnic set up in front of you, the question that was on the board read loud and clear: Can I be your boyfriend?

He took you, on a date.

You turned back to face him, tears pooling at the edge of your eyes. “You… You liked me this whole time?”

He shrugged in response, “I’ve liked you since we accidentally kissed at my moms birthday party. We brushed it off as something platonic but I couldn’t stop thinking about you like that.” He confessed, taking your hand into his.

“Watching Cairo shoot his shot at you only made me realize I don’t want to wait to make my move. I want you all to myself.”

You took in his words, turning back to face the site again with loving eyes before facing him again. “Of course you can be my boyfriend Sefa.” You answered and leaned forward to press your lips against his.

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After the date, you guys decided to just stay and enjoy the lovely day that it was until an idea pops up in your head.

“Wait. Can I show you a dance that I made up?”

Sefa raised his eyebrow at you. “What?”

But you didn’t give him much of a chance. You pulled him up from the floor and told him to stand while you readied the camera. “I just want to get your reaction, thats all.”

You entered this was all kinds of seriousness so that’s why Sefa stood and waited for you to show him this so called dance that you’ve made up.

What you want from me

You’ll get your wants and needs

Focus on this pussy concentration

It look even better when I’m naked

Go a little harder I can take it

When you started your dance Sefa only focused on you, watching you thrust you back out and move your arms, so when you turned around to see his half amused but half serious face you couldn’t help but giggle. You tried to be committed to finish the dance but the both of you ended up laughing. It was the perfect way to publicly claim each other whenever you decided you wanted to post this.

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Lmaoo how we feeling? And who y’all want me to release next, Jimmy’s or Roman’s?

Tagging the lovelies: @blacst4r @whatdoeseverybodywant @wrestlingprincess80

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for lieing about my country of origin?

🇨🇦🥶 <- so I know it's me!

This is kinda stupid but a friend said it will start a bad habit of lieing, I'm taking advantage of the fact that because I'm white passing I don't get offensive immigrant questions and I just shouldn't have so let's see.

About a year ago I (24nb metis aka white and first nations canadian. Also native American but it's blurry. Its important later.) and my partner (24f white) went to walmart for groceries. I love the cold, have been raised in the cold temps of the Midwest my whole life and I have a autoimmune disorder which makes me much warmer than everyone else so despite it being 32° outside, I was in shorts and a t-shirt. My partner thinks I'm crazy and I have a bad habit of freezing her out but we compromise.

Obviously wearing a T-shirt and shorts when it's snowing outside gets some attention and this elderly white couple playfully asked how I wasn't frozen solid as some sweet small talk but I'm socially anxious and just blurted out that I was from Canada and this was nothing. They just laughed in surprise and nodded and went on. That was a lie and my partner playfully chided me for it. No, I'm not a Canadian immigrant and I was born in America but as you can see, my family has deep ties to Canada and my grandmother is a Canadian immigrant. Should I of lied? No but it was harmless, I panicked and I didnt want to explain a disorder or get too deep into conversation with strangers so I just said it and moved on. No harm done.

Flash forward to today where I, my partner and a mutual friend (23 ftm, white but reconnecting to his distant Cuban and carribean heritage. He identifies as "spicy white".) were talking in a group call about our families histories. One side of my friends family immigrated to America about 4+5 generations back from Cuba with the other from Scotland and Ireland and my partners family history is blurry but she knows they came from Scotland and Germany. My partner playfully brought up my lie from a year ago and the whole tone shifted. My friend got mad at me and brought up how his great great grandmother struggled in America because she wasn't white passing, she immigrated from a non-white country and people treated her horribly. I tried to bring up that both my grandmothers were natives and my immigrant grandmother also struggled with racism due to being first nations but he kept interrupting me saying that because I'm white passing and I picked Canada as a place I fake-immigrated from, I'm taking advantage of the fact that white old couple would treat me better than Mexican immigrants or middle Eastern immigrants.

Eventually the call ended and we side stepped the topic but tension is still present and I don't know how to feel now. Obviously I respect immigrants and i have a high amount of immigrant people in my family, not just Canadian/first nations but married in from Poland and Mexico. I know I shouldn't of lied but I feel like my friend is just being a bit chronically online right now and acting like I don't respect any immigrants. Ever since he started reconnecting, he's gotten more and more trigger happy with racist jokes, calling people racist for no reason and just all around... off. I totally get generational trauma and the pain of discovering your history around colonization and genocide but its getting weird. My partner says she didn't see the harm in my little, no pun intended, white lie but doesn't wanna be involved because she's white and this issue has some racist undertones. I don't know if this is just a symptom of his discovery surrounding himself and being in some very overly sensitive groups or I was truely being insensitive to even being passively racist towards other POC.

So, was I the asshole for lieing to some strangers that I'm from Canada just to not have to get too deep into why I wanna wear shorts in the snow like a weirdo?

What are these acronyms?

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*.·:·.✦ glimpse of us *.·:·.✦

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x female oc (name: sasha)

summary: in which trent has not turned the page on their history

author's note: inspired by glimpse of us by joji (have been obsessed by it lately)

contains: i guess it's angst

word count: 972

“Why then, if she's so perfect, do I still wish that it was you?”

The guests gradually filled the birthday venue as Trent stood at a corner of the room with his teammates.

“Even on your birthday, you cannot look good” Virgil joked to Joe as the rest of the group laughed.

Joe’s girlfriend had invited Joe’s entourage for his birthday and obviously, everyone showed up to celebrate with him. Trent saw the night as an opportunity to bring his girlfriend Taylor to introduce her to his friends.

“Trent, d’you want something to drink ?” Taylor brought Trent aside, speaking with a smile.

“Just juice for now, please” He send her a smile back, watching her as she headed to get what he asked for.

Taylor was one of the most caring girl he encountered. She always made sure he was okay and did not need anything. Some would say she’s even the perfect girlfriend. 

“Here” A higher pitched voice took Trent out of his thoughts. He grabbed the glass Taylor was handing him, thanking her with a forehead kiss and a low “thank you”. 

Even with all of that, Trent knew deep down who he belonged to. Everything she did for him he wished it was Sasha. Every day he hoped she would come to him.

“Said I'm fine and said I moved on”

He turned back to the group and went back to talking to them. Joe, who stood right next to Trent, leaned down to his ear.

“You know she’s coming right ?”

Joe didn’t even need to say any names, Trent knew who he was talking about. Sasha and him had broken up months back but he had moved on with Taylor, who was amazing with him.

“I know, I don’t care” Trent shrugged, his face as neutral as possible.

Trent’s fake uninterested expression did not fool Joe. Or anybody else to who he told so. Not even himself. Not a day went without thinking about Sasha. As much as he tried to think otherwise, he was still deeply in love with her and craved to be in her presence and flood her with all that love. But he would never admit it and rather pretend to others.

As he engaged back into his teammates’ conversation, his head turned as soon as he heard that one voice.

He admired how she walked with assurance, her natural hip sway enchanting him. She looked better than ever.

She smiled and ran carefully to Joe’s girlfriend, giving her the warmest hug. Trent observed the entire scene, not missing any of her moves. 

After greeting her best friend, Sasha headed to the group of boys. Trent took it as an opportunity to get a front view of her body, which had changed from the last time he saw her. She came in the circle they had formed, hugging each one of them. 

“I don’t think I know you” She said as she stopped in front of Taylor “I’m Sasha, nice to meet you. I’m Joe’s girlfriend’s friend”

“Hey, I’m Taylor, I’m Trent’s girlfriend” Taylor smiled back.

Sasha also had caught that Taylor was oblivious to who she was to Trent and decided to play it off. She shook her hand rapidly, continuing her little round of greetings. She mumbled a quick “Hello” to Trent, coldness laced in her voice. Her stern tone felt like a hit to Trent’s face. There was no more affection or love for him.

“I'm only here passing time in her arms hopin' I'll find a glimpse of us”

The party was in full swing, people dancing everywhere and having a good time. Trent sat at his table, Taylor in his lap. 

Through the whole time, she had not left his side, intimidated by all of the people she did not know, though they were extremely nice with her. Trent was thankful nobody brought up Sasha around Taylor.

“Wanna dance ?” Trent asked as her favorite song played.

She energetically nodded, grabbing his arm and bringing him to the dancefloor. His arms automatically wrapped around her waist as they started swaying to the sound. His eyes met hers as his mind drowned in the brown color of her iris.

Within a blink it looked like he was now alone in the room with his girl, dancing slowly to the music. Trent admired these dark brown eyes he loved since the first day. His eyes wandered around her face, taking in all the features he loved. Her little nose he would randomly peck, her full lips he loved to kiss and taste, her smile he loved to see after giving her all his affection. He observed every bit of that perfect face he loved more than anything.

“Trent, watch your feet” Sasha giggled as she avoided Trent’s messy steps.

“Sorry, I’m not good at this” He apologized, giving her a peck on the cheek.

She met his stare, her innocent look making Trent weak, as always. She grabbed his face in her hands bringing him into a deep kiss. Their tongues soon joined the kiss, moving in sync as their heads leaned to the side to be even closer.

They soon pulled away and Trent opened his eyes, facing Taylor’s happy expression.

Trent zoned out thinking back on what just happened. It was a dream but it felt so true. Her face, her touch, her voice. It was just like it used to be. He spotted her in the room, dancing with her friends, having the most fun. She seemed so carefree like nothing was on her mind while he spent the night tormented by his thoughts and feelings. Their breakup was his greatest mistake and he didn’t know how to fix it. Or if he could even do so. For now, he just wished she would feel the same as him.

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high garden academy — chapter 35.

⟢ synopsis: a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

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"you can go." announced daein in her monotone voice, following the girl's body with her eyes as she investigated the room.

"this place is a mess." karina ignored her, looking around.

"i told you to leave." she repeated, annoyed.

"do you like soccer?" she asked indifferent to the older girl's words as she analyzed pictures taped to the wall of various players, daein on a soccer field wearing a team's jersey, even pennants of it, and a picture of them apparently winning a championship. "what team is this?"

"you don't care." she walked quickly over to her, taking a personalized jersey with her name on it out of her hands and putting it back in its place.

"arsenal?" she turned to face her, increasing the closeness between them, enough so that their arms were rubbing against each other.

"no, the reds." she replied bitterly and turned away, heading for the door.

"you mean..." she folded her arms and looked at her funny as she tilted her head slightly to the side. "arsenal." repeated.

"liverpool." she opened the door to her room abruptly and stretched her arm out to point outside. "we've already found your dog, go."

"can i borrow your custom jersey?" she glanced sideways at the garment they were holding earlier, a defiant smile on her face.

"no, you don't even know the team." she shook her arm, reinforcing the order she'd given her earlier.

"it's liverpool." she grimaced in obviousness.

"go away." pointed again.

"can i borrow your denim jacket, the one you wear all the time?" she lifted her chin in the older's direction, indicating the coat she was wearing.

"can you stop joking around and go?" she took quick steps towards her so she could grab her shoulders once she caught up to her and start pushing her out of the room.

"won't you lend it to me?" she inquired putting a tender and innocent tone to her voice, but got no response other than continuing to be forcibly removed from the place. "it's fine, it's all ripped anyway." she dismissed arrogantly.

"it's not ripped." she stopped short, looking at her coldly as the pianist turned to face her.

"and what's this?" she brought her hand to one of the clothing's chest pockets, which was all frayed, pitted and burned, possibly from playing with a lighter near the fabric.

"it's not like the it's ruined because of that."

"then lend it to me." she asked with a mischievous, flirtatious smile.

"outside." she put her hands on karina's body again to direct her into the hallway.

"wait, wait, wait." she exerted force with her feet so they wouldn't be able to move her.

"what do you want?" her tone was beginning to sound severely irritated.

"won't you console me for almost losing my dog?" she was trying to annoy her, she liked how she reacted.

"no, of course not, we already found the animal."

after saying that, both of their attention was channeled to the door of one of the bedrooms opening. from it, out came kim minjeong with her arms laden with books, and she stopped when she saw the duo just out of daein's room.

"hello, minjeong." smiled the biker broadly at the sight of the girl.

"hello." she reciprocated hesitantly as she saw the company she was keeping.

karina's brow furrowed in surprise and confusion at hong's sudden change of mood, quickly understanding what was going on there.

she couldn't explain why, but she didn't like that daein liked minjeong, but not her.

"i'll help you with that." daein wanted to approach the redhead to take some of her books, but the popular girl's hand on her chest stopped her.

"you can't until you buy me something to eat." she demanded.

"what?" she said in an outburst.

"i had a really hard day." she pouted, pretending that the star student would see that and decide it was better to leave them alone.

and so it was. kim rolled her eyes and, with a bored expression began to walk down the hallway, away from them.

she knew something was going on between those two. so why would daein put her in the middle? was she just playing with her?

"come on." forced yu on the older one, wrapping her arm around hers as she kept her eyes on winter, proud of how she made her react, and starting to move the biker against her will.

"i'm not going to spend money on you." she warned, following her because she had no choice.

"you will because i almost lost my dog." the more they got to the communal parts of the school, the more people watched the pair oddly.

"and i helped you find him, we're even." she sentenced, both stopping in front of a vending machine that sat in the commons area where students could watch TV and access some entertainment to pass the time.

"come on, aeinie, it's just some chocolate snacks."

"don't call me aein." she nagged.

"it's not much of an investment for you, aeinie, your family earns very well from their drug dealing or whatever." she waved her free hand, unconcerned about what the hong family's occupation is.

"we don't deal drugs and i'm not buying anything for you." she removed her arm from her grip roughly.

karina was about to say something else, daein already being able to notice that air of altitude and irony she had been wearing since the room, but was interrupted by the double door leading to the common room swung wide open and through it appeared giselle and ningning, who approached their best friend agitatedly.

"jimin, we don't have much time." began the japanese girl, bending down so she could put her hands on her knees and rest her body.

"your parents are here." continued ning, gesturing towards the door, indicating that they were nearby. "they're upset."

"what?" her eyes widened in surprise and nervousness. "why? what happened?" she questioned upset.

"they know you're dating jongin." the brunette explained straightening her body. "your father is very upset." she added.

"but they can't see us, otherwise they'll know we told you." the girl took her friend's hand. "lie, manipulate, disguise. good luck, friend." ningning encouraged as she dragged aeri away as fast as she could.

the blackhaired was left in shock, her pupils lost, trying her best to find a solution. daein behind her had a winning smile, and leaned her body against the machine they were going to use earlier, watching the girl expectantly for something to finally go wrong.

in the distance, from down the hallway, the pianist could make out her father's voice and quickly had to do something to save herself.

"i'm going to tell on you." she spun on her heels, turning her body in daein's direction, then taking her face between her fingers and using her forearms to push her chest so that her back was against the machine.

"what the fuck are you doing?" she raised her hands to try to get the girl off of her, but she was doing everything in her power to stay in place.

"if you don't kiss me, i'll tell on you to the administration." she threatened.

with speed she moved her face until her lips collided with the older girl's, who, in response to the shock and the threat, inertitiously returned the kiss.

karina's hands remained firm holding the biker's jaw, although sometimes she slid them back to gently tug on the hair at the nape of her neck, while daein grabbed the girl's waist, confused about whether it was right to do all this.

the kiss was hectic and hurried, as karina felt about avoiding her father's anger.

and to save her relationship with jongin, maybe, possibly that too. maybe.

the door opened, diverting the gaze of all the students who were stunned by the scene to the new presence of the coordinator and the parents.

"what are you doing? stop it right now!" exclaimed the employee.

the younger girl heeded her superior's shout, but before parting completely, she left a few more chaste kisses on daein's lips.

after all, she had wanted to do that ever since hong appeared.

"what is this?" the administrator questioned altered once he, along with karina's parents, were close enough to the couple.

"song-nim," the girl called confidently to her superior, meanwhile, her arms caught daein's waist and her head laid back against her shoulder. "i was just kissing my girlfriend, you don't have to get upset." she continued calmly.

hearing the term she used to describe her, daein had the urge to rip out of her embrace and deny everything, but a moment of lucidity came to her quicker. the coordinator was right there and karina could give her away right then. so she just let out a long sigh and then rested one of her hands on the opposite back.

"physical contact of that kind is strictly forbidden-"

"girlfriend?" jimin's father interrupted, raising an eyebrow and watching daein carefully.

"my girlfriend." the girl affirmed, straightened her body and pranced happily in place.

she took her hand in hers and used the other to point at her, as if she was showing her off. the smile on her face was a perfect performance, it showed confidence and at the same time, she looked like she was the happiest person in the world to be with this girl she doesn't really know at all.

daein just smiled sideways and nodded her head in surrender.

"i thought that..." the elegant man spoke, lost in thought, still analyzing the biker. "what's your name?" he suddenly changed topics.

"daein." replied jimin swiftly.

"yes." confirmed the oldest judging her with her eyes for speaking instead. "hong daein." she clarified turning her gaze back to the politician.

"hong?" inquired the pianist's mother now.

"yes, hong." nodded her daughter excitedly. "the hong dynasty that owns the dr-."

"international trade." cut off the sentence the named one. "an international trade network." she pinched karina's hand to reprimand her.

"oh, right, i know your parents." commented the man in a more cheerful tone.

"really?" the two teenage girls blurted out in unison.

"yeah, we're actually friends." he let out a laugh due to her joy. "it's amazing that you two ended up together." he leaned over and patted daein's head.

karina laughed. and daein had to keep herself under control not to smack his hand.

"amazing." she agreed with bitterness hidden in her tone.

"how lucky you met and liked each other." he continued ecstatically. "don't punish them." he turned to the supervisor. "i apologize in their place." he gave her a polite grimace, and the employee nodded his head.

who could say no to the great senator yu?

"you know?" included herself mrs. yu. "you should come home for dinner this weekend." she proposed, pointing to daein.

hong's eyes widened in surprise and jimin began to shake her head, both started talking at the same time, trying to explain all the reasons why the idea was bad.

"i don't even have permission to leave." finished the biker.

"i'll sign the permission for you." offered the yu patriarch.

"what?"

"i'll sign you a permit to go home for dinner this weekend." he reiterated.

— if he makes me an exit permit now, i can find a way to use it again later. — thought hong to herself.

"then of course i can." she exclaimed excitedly, wrapping her arms around the younger girl's waist and lifting her off the floor in celebration, then lowering her down. "we'll be there, won't we, love?" she began kissing karina on her cheeks.

"of course we will." she was very confused with that reaction, her words came out carefully because she didn't understand what was going on. "of course we will, aeinie." she said again, trying to sound more confident, earning another pinch because of the nickname.

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Apodyopsis

Part 1 : Concupiscent *Lustful/sensual*

Summary : "Write." Professor Negan carefully placed a sheet of white paper in front of you,he was towering behind you,his presence making you shiver.He bend forward slightly and brought his lips close to your ear,his tone dropped a few octaves lower than usually."Your sexual fantasies. All of them."

Characters: Negan x reader (second pov)

Warnings : 18+ , Age gap (reader is college age while Negan is on his early 40s) ,smut (fem receiving oral, fingering,penetration,possibility of getting caught, edging, teasing, dom Negan, dirty talking, Negan’s foul mouth obviously ,professor kink, slight daddy kink ,cheating (Negan is married), jealousy.

Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/47658601/chapters/120127168

Notes : This fic is supposed to be about five chapters so all the warnings will be revealed fully in the upcoming chapters. Wanted to drag it a bit because I can’t write smut without plot.

"Write." Professor Negan carefully placed a sheet of white paper in front of you,he was towering behind you,his presence making you shiver.He bend forward slightly and brought his lips close to your ear,his tone dropped a few octaves lower than usually."Your sexual fantasies. All of them."

You were speechless. At first you didn't quite understand what he had said because you had been focused only on his suffocating smell,his cologne smelled so good. The second you had entered inside his office you had noticed it and your head had gotten dizzy. Trying to snap out of your thoughts ,you moved your eyes around and then they landed on his arm which had caged you. He was ripped for that much you were sure.Wait. Had you heard that right?"Ehm sir?" You titled your head in his direction,his expression didn't show any indication that he was joking.How the fuck was he so calm? He was acting as if he told you to write the grocery list and not your sexual fantasies.

"Do as you're told to." The professor wasn't smiling,his tone was cut and firm." It's either that, either I tell Gregory that I caught you and your friends smoking your stash on school grounds. Your choice."

His tone as he spoke... something inside of you snapped. Sure ,you had back talked to the professor many times,had had your fair share of fights with him but whenever he gave you detention he usually just joked around,made you clean his bat , write lines or simply let you go with a warning. Today clearly wasn't one of those cases.

Today he had rescued your ass from professor Carol,she was supposed to give you detention for causing trouble in her class and professor Negan had asked her for you to go with him because he had something to discuss about the upcoming basketball tournament. You had been confused because what was there to discuss and in private for more? You had quietly followed him to his office,had taken your seat and you didn't know what you were expecting but it clearly wasn't this.

You took one last look at his face, waiting for him to say that he was joking or that you had misheard him but the look he gave you told you enough,he wasn't playing. Your palms were starting to sweat,you dropped your eyes to the paper in front of you and bit your lip nervously. Were you seriously going to out your kinks to your professor? You gulped,your throat felt dry..."Is this a joke?"You had to at least ask. You didn't move your eyes from your paper as you spoke.

"Does it seem like I'm joking? Write."He ordered. You grabbed hold of the pen he had given to you and wrote whatever you saw fit and appropriate. Anything that involves...Praise kink, degradation kink, being dominated. You just hoped that he was satisfied with this much,you didn't want to humiliate yourself more than you already felt.He took a step closer, grabbed hold of the paper,it rustled when he picked it up then in a matter of seconds he put it back down."We both know there's more to that list."A hint of chuckle could be heard on his voice then in a matter of seconds his voice changed again,it became authoritative." Don't make me repeat myself.Write."

You cussed under your breath and decided to play it safe as you scribbled a few more on the paper, breathplay, bondage...you for sure were not going to let him know about your heavy professor kink. You were pretty sure that he would use that in his own advantage at some point and you couldn't handle being teased by him in front of your whole class because this man had no shame. You had witnessed it with your own eyes and ears what he could do when he knew something he was not supposed to.

"Okay then,if that's all." You let out a sigh of relief. He took the paper and your eyes followed his movement. He opened one of the drawers and put it there. He gently put a hand on your shoulder and leaned forward to whisper on your ear one more time."Now strip."

Was he out of his damn mind?" What has gotten through him today?You locked eyes with him ,his eyes were drowning you in,it felt as if they were hypnotising you " That's quite... unprofessional?" Hell you'd do it ,in a heartbeat but you were thinking hard ...was this a game of his...what was he thinking?

Negan scoffed, his grip on your shoulder tightening. "There's no place for questions.You're here to do what you're told to. I know very well what's inside that pretty little head of yours." He removed his hand from your shoulder and then pointed at your temple twice with his index finger, barely touching your skin.

"I-" why were you even debating this topic in the first place?You've always had the hots for him,you had always tried to get his attention whenever you came across him, you had even gone as far as memorised his whole schedule so you would come across him on the halls. You were obsessed with him and if he wanted you,you wanted him more , simple as that. He created a bit of space between the two of you after flipping the chair you had sat on so you could face him. Your eyes were following his movements,he rested his hip against the desk and you were in front of him, still unsure of what to do.

"I don't have all day." You nodded meekly and one by one started discarding your clothes slowly, keeping your eyes on him. He smirked devilishly as he ran his tongue over his lips."Just like that, look at me while you get undressed for me."

All of your clothes were on the floor,you were naked and the eyes that raked your body made you start feeling hot and bothered in a good way.You just gave him a show but if he thought that that was all he was mistaken.You wet a finger with your mouth,a trail of spit following as you moved it down your collarbone, chest, abdomen and soon enough to your crotch. You found your clit and started stroking it , imagining that it was his hand that was doing that instead of yours. His eyes were glued on you ,more like your hand." Are you just going to watch,sir?"

"Yes, I'm just going to watch you play with yourself. If you need something from me then you have to be a good girl and beg for it." His smirk never left his face as he spoke. When you lowered your eyes to his crotch you noticed the bulge that had already formed there,it was noticeable through his black pants. Hell ,it looked like it would explode any minute.

"Lend me a helping hand, please?"You tried your best to give him the eyes,your voice was lower and it had the desired effect. He summoned you with his index and middle finger, flashing you a toothy grin and you stopped your movement as you walked closer to him.

"Sit your ass on my desk." He ordered as he pointed at the desk in question with his head.You didn't question him so you sat,the cold wood sent a chill down your spine."Continue what you were doing." He stood in front of you and you raised your eyebrows.Soon,you brought your hand to clit yet again,your hole was throbbing in need so you decided to give it some attention. You carefully slid a finger in, moving it back and forth to test how wet you were and when you saw it fit you slid another one.

You had been doing that for a while, finger yourself and he hadn't as much touched you.He looked like a predator, observing his prey and finding the right moment to attack.Little did he know you were impatient,you wanted him to do something about the arousal he caused so with that thought in mind you raised your leg on the air and gently touched his crotch, moving your feet back and fourth. It was enough to get a reaction from him,he groaned in pleasure and you couldn't help the smirk that formed on your face.

"Lighten up,it was just a small touch."He raised his eyebrows at first,his reaction told you that he wasn't pleased with your sudden attitude. He tutted as he walked closer to you, spreading your thighs further with his hands , settling himself between your legs and then slowly wrapped a hand around your neck.

"Shut your damn mouth up and fuck your pussy with your fingers." He gritted his teeth, tightening the grip on your neck. The way he kept tightening and untightening his grip on your neck was starting to make you feel dizzy. It felt as if that simple action made your body slave to him,as if it reacted to nothing else but orders from him. You started fingering yourself again, putting a show for him like a fucking escort but damn if that didn't turn you on. Eventually your voice started raising,you knew your body too well so it was easy to find all the weak spots that turned you into a moaning mess.Your eyes were on him during the whole act and you didn't know if his cocky expression made you feel more aroused or made you feel like beating some sense into him.

"Mhm, just like that. Be a dirty little slut and moan for me." Negan hummed as he moved his hands to your thighs and started tracing the skin there with the back of his knuckles , starting from somewhere above the knee and eventually going upper and upper.

"Please -" you whined,your whole body was requesting for more , your fingers weren't enough. You wanted him to touch you. No.You needed him to touch you as soon as possible." Do something." You whined, quite pathetically. To that he only answered with a deep long chuckle .

"Not until you make yourself cum." He roughly grabbed your thighs as he closed the distance between your faces ,nose brushing yours." Can you do that?" You nodded in refusal and he smirked."Oh ,you poor thing. Let me help you then." He lowered himself, resting his weight on the balls of his feet,his shoes creasing on the process. He slapped your hand and you removed it. Your fingers were covered in your juices and when he noticed, he looked up at you and spoke."Better lick them clean."

And you did what he said,you brought them close to your mouth and made sure to clean all of the remaining juices that were left there. He nodded when you showed him and turned his attention to your pussy, using his index and middle finger to open your lips. His touch felt foreign,sure you were no virgin but something about him doing this made you feel weird, excited.

" Little clitty’s gotten all swollen for me.”Fuck. He was filthy and you loved every second of it. He licked his lips as he kept his eyes on you and he licked a stripe, just to taste and then hummed,the vibration went straight to your core. He roughly put his arms under your knees and brought you closer to himself,your legs were crossed behind his neck and your hands were playing with his hair."Fuck-" you moaned as he bit your clit playfully and then continued his work, eating you out like a starved man. You had closed your eyes, enjoying the pleasure he was giving you, savoring every moment. When you weren't expecting it ,he slid a finger inside your cunt and when he saw that you were wet enough to take more he slid yet another finger as he focused on your clit. You felt him smile as you gasped in shock and pleasure. He stopped his movement for a second, fingers still in as he spoke.

"Be quiet." He ordered."If you want me to make you cum you should keep your mouth shut."He imitated an imaginary zip with his hand in front of his mouth, then a cocky smirk followed right after. The gesture made your walls clench around his fingers and judging by the way he smirked from ear to ear ,made you realise that he noticed it and liked it. He curled his fingers inside of you , hitting that one spot that was always the trigger to your orgasms. You brought a hand to your mouth, clasping it shut but it was barely doing anything to muffle your moans as he kept moving his fingers. He used his thumb to multitask,he rubbed your clit with it all the while he fucked you with his fingers.

You were close , just a few more moments and you would finally reach your orgasm. But when had luck ever been on your side anyway ? A knock was heard and Negan stopped his movement,both of you moving your attention to the door." Who is it?"Negan's voice was filled with irritation and had a hint of accusation on it.

"It's me." You could recognise that voice anywhere,it was none other than professor Rick Grimes. You moved your eyes to Negan and he rolled his eyes .

"Hold on a fuckin' second Prick." He raised his voice. He moved his attention to you again, sliding his fingers from your cunt. He wiped the juices on your thigh, sighed then his expression changed,he seemed more serious." Get under the fucking desk."You slid from the desk, frankly grabbed hold of your clothes and then you took your place under Negan's desk. The latter pulled his chair close to you and sat there,his crotch was facing you and now that you took a better look at it ,you couldn't help but wonder how he would taste in your mouth, would you be able to fit all of him?" Try anything funny and I swear to god that I'm going to make you pay for it." He warned as he gave you one last glance. He fixed his hair, cleared his throat and spoke." Enter."

You heard the sound of the door creaking open and soon enough footsteps coming closer to the desk."Fuck you want Prick?"Negan asked impatiently and judging by the way his cock throbbed you couldn't blame him.

"Well I was looking for a student and Carol told me that she's supposed to be with you."Professor Rick completely ignored the childish nickname as he spoke. Negan's cock was seducing you,the way it kept throbbing in need made you completely forget about his threat,you wanted to touch it.

"Which student?" Negan furrowed his eyebrows then he suddenly jolted but tried to cover it with a cough. You had slid your hand up his thigh, trying to tease him.

"Y/N L/N." Spoke professor Grimes."Are you okay Negan?"

"Better than ever." Negan moved his eyes to you for the shortest second and his jaw clenched as you started palming his erection.

"Make me pay for it." You mouthed to him and it took everything in his willpower to move his eyes back to his colleague.

"What do you need her for?" Negan tried to keep his cool at your restless teasing.

"I don't owe you any explanation."Spoke the other professor calmly. "Do you know where she is?"

"No." Negan's voice was strained."She left my office like ten minutes ago."

"If she stops by again,let her know that I'm looking for her." Said the professor and he took his leave. The second the door closed ,Negan moved his eyes to you,no expression on his face. He grabbed your jaw with his hand and leaned forward." What did I tell you?" He asked." I was going to play around with you but I've decided that you don't fucking deserve it." He gripped your jaw harder to the point it was starting to hurt. It's not like you thought too much about the consequences when you started to tease him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you started at him.

"Oh? The audacity to even ask. I'm just going to leave you like that, soaking wet and yearning for me. How does that sound, hm?"Negan smirked as he looked down on you,an air of superiority having enveloped his whole being.

"You wouldn't." You lips formed into a line as your eyebrows stayed furrowed. Your arousal had slipped down your legs and you swore that if he was serious about this you would never talk to him.

"Are you sure about that?" Negan raised his eyebrows. "You know very well I'm the type to do such a thing. You wanna try me?" He teased, knowing that you were dying to get fucked by him. The thing is that you knew him enough to know that he wasn't joking around. Well ,if he wanted to play that card, you wouldn't mind returning the favour. You pushed his chair with your feet, enough to create distance between the two of you,stood up from the floor and grabbed hold of your clothes, putting them on one by one without speaking as much as a word.

"Well in that case ,sir." You finally put your shirt on and locked eyes with him ,a cocky smirk on your face."Imma show myself out.Professor Grimes was already looking for me...maybe he also wants to discuss anything about the basketball tournament..."

You could tell that he was taken back with your action but what clearly made him get rid of his poker face was your last implication.He scoffed as he stared at you."Hope you have a good time." He waved his hand at you.

" I most certainly will." You smiled mockingly at him. Oh you wanted nothing but to murder him. He brought you so close to your release and now that you wanted more ,he wouldn't give it to you. Fuck this guy.He's probably used to those girls he smiles at,edge them and make them desperate however if he thought that he could toy with you like that , he was mistaken."Have a good day."You made sure you hadn't forgotten anything,and walked to the door, stealing one last glance at the professor.

He wasn't pleased, but you didn't need to know that. "Have a good day too."Negan said back and looked at you as you left. Once you were out of the office he slammed his palm on top of his the desk. “Fuck.”

He murmured as he ran his palm from his forehead down to his chin.He looked at the door in abandon,lowered his head and caught his lips between his teeth momentarily.Then he smirked slightly,this wasn't over by any means...you might have thought that you over smarted him but the chase on both parts it's what he finds amusing. This is simply the beginning.

[girl-named-matty]

Cozy day in - Hayrose AU

synopsis ✧ It's a cold November day at Hogwarts and snow has started to fall all around. Matty hates the cold, staying inside to stay warm and cozy. Meanwhile, Alvin is out practicing Quidditch in the freezing weather. That doesn't sound too cozy, does it?

tags ✧ Fluff, cuteness, more fluff, really just fluffy to make up for my last chapter of Divine sorry abt that again LOL.

word count ✧ 1k

a/n ✧ This is my entry for the HLNovember prompts for "Cozy day in". Alvin belongs to @acslytherpuff <33

It was a cold, late November day. Snow had already begun to fall over the Highlands of Scotland, covering Hogwarts in a layer of snow, further adding to its beauty. The trees were dusted in white and a thin layer on the ground, disrupted by the footsteps of the students.

Matty had opted for a high neck white shirt under an auburn sweater with long sleeves, accompanied by a brown skirt and black tights. She enjoyed the beautiful view the wintertime brought; however, she hated the cold. It was the one thing she feared the most about wintertime.

So in the long, cold winter days, she opted to stay inside where it was warm. Away from the cold winds of the outside.

The same couldn’t be said for her boyfriend, Alvin, though.

Alvin loved quidditch and was even more-so dedicated to it. That meant he practiced quite a bit, regardless of the weather. While Matty was all cozied up inside, Alvin was out in the cold with the wind whipping his face (Matty had no idea where he even was).

Matty had just walked out of the History of Magic classroom when the two big doors opened. She had been there to talk to Professor Binns about an assignment she had to do. Obviously, the conversation dragged on for a longer time than expected but eventually it was over.

As the doors swung open, Matty was met with the sight of a very cold Alvin, whose hair was covered in snow and his usually dusty pink cheeks were red. Her eyes widened when she saw him walk through the doors.

“Alvin! What happened to you?” She exclaimed upon seeing her boyfriend.

Alvin looked over at her, a confused yet innocent look on his face. “I was out practicing.” He replied innocently.

“Who in Merlin’s name practices Quidditch in freezing weather and icy wind?” She asked in disbelief.

“…Me…?” Alvin replied hesitantly.

Matty rolled her eyes—in a loving way, of course—before grabbing his arm. "Well, come on, we’re going to warm you up.” She said, getting a firm grip on his arm.

Matty dragged brought Alvin back to the Hufflepuff common room so he could change into fresh, warm clothes instead of the ones that were damp from the snow. Adelaide and Charlotte had sneaked into the kitchen and bribed some of the house elves for some sweets too, which they were more than happy to share.

Alvin often brought Matty to the Hufflepuff common room ever since they started dating, so they were all used to seeing her in there by now. A few minutes later, Alvin came out in new clothes, walking towards Matty. “Better?” she asked him as he walked over.

“Much better.” He replied.

“You’re crazy for being out there in this weather.” She chuckled. “It’s freezing, and you’re out there flying around like its nothing.”

Alvin grinned. “Hmm, come to think of it, I’m still pretty cold after all.” He said, his tone underlying with mischief. He grabbed her hand and led her over to the fireplace in the Hufflepuff common room to warm up. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and so when he sat down, he took a very giggly Matty with him.

“Crook! Let me go!” Matty joked, laughs escaping through her words. She jokingly squirmed away a little, a big smile on her face.

“Hmm… No,” Alvin replied, wrapping his arms tightly around Matty’s waist so that they were snugly fit together next to the fire.

As they both settled down, Matty let a little sigh of content leave her lips, cozying up on her boyfriend’s chest. The warmth from the fire felt amazing. And Alvin couldn’t deny it felt great after being outside for so long where it was freezing. But the best feeling was having the girl he loved the most safe and close to him.

But he felt safe around her too. From the traumatic events in his childhood, he never really liked fire—he feared it, to be honest. But it felt okay when she was around.

Cassie had once told him that when you felt the safest around that one person, that’s how you know you’ve found the one. And he couldn’t be more happy that it was Matty. And likewise for her. She loved Alvin more than anything—he was her whole world. And she just wanted him to feel safe and happy too.

“Now that I’m not 'mad’ at you, how was practice?” Matty asked, looking up at him with a bit of a grin on her face.

Alvin chuckled. “Cold, that’s for sure.” He answered. “But I’m getting better. Jonathan says he’s impressed with how much I’m improving, so that’s got to mean something. And I’m so close to beating my last quickest snitch catch.”

Watching Alvin talk about the things he was passionate about made Matty fall in love a little bit more every time. It was so cute to see his eyes light up every time. “Look at you.” She smiled. “My amazing, quidditch obsessed boyfriend.” She humored, kissing him on the cheek.

"Well, for your information, I’m much more obsessed with you.” He teased.

Which wasn’t a lie—he was absolutely smitten with her and likewise Matty with him. She got so embarrassed about it sometimes when her friends teased her for it, but she really was just smitten with him.

After a while of just them lying together, Alvin noticed Matty’s eyes began to close and her breathing slowed just a little bit. He knew she had been staying up late for long periods of time at night trying to study for her exams, and it was most likely affecting her. But the fact that Alvin was just so comfy definitely helped with that.

He shifted to a more comfortable position and held her securely in his arms. And soon enough, she was fast asleep, lost in her dreams. Alvin smiled down at her before laying his head against her own. He wouldn’t fall asleep, but resting his eyes didn’t feel like such a bad idea...

[grandmasterswife]

Cramps and Comfort

->Summary: reader woke up with period cramps and her boyfriend, Rafe is there to comfort her.

->Warnings/Tags: mentions of blood obviously, not canon Rafe at all, idiotic boyfriend but in an endearing way, fluff.

->A/n: not proofread, I wrote this within an hour this morning, probably not the best work. it’s short and sweet >:)

You felt a rush of pain in your lower abdomen upon opening your eyes. Your legs instinctively lifted as you twisted your upper body, trying to find a position for relief.

You would have kept trying had your boyfriend not been blissfully unaware, sleeping beside you. His chest rose and fell at a slow pace, so even though you wanted to be in his arms, you decided to let him sleep. You got up quietly and slowly, with every step to the bathroom you nearly winced in pain.

After sitting down on the toilet, you looked down and saw streaks of blood between your thighs, and blood-soaked panties. “Damnit.” You brought your elbows up, setting them on your thighs so you could rest your head in your hands.

You heard steps coming towards the bathroom door followed by a light knock.

“If you need to pee, you’re gonna have to wait.” Your voice came out low and gravelly. There was no part of you worried about him coming in, he’d seen this many times before now and he never made it a big deal.

The door opened, “Why? Are you taking a shit?”

“No, Rafe. M’not taking a shit. I started my period.”

His joking banter ended with that sentence, an understanding tone took over. “Do you need anything?”

Still with your head down in your hands, you reply “Yeah, can you plug in my heating pad? I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

You can hear foot steps walk away so you get up and flush, walking to the sink to rinse the blood off of your panties. You open the door to your closet, grabbing a new pair along with an oversized shirt before turning on the shower and getting in.

You twist the nob to the hottest setting your body will allow, and after washing your body, you let the water run over your lower back. Rafe re-emerges and peaks his head into the shower curtain, “You doing okay?”

You give him a look instead of replying.

“C’mere.” He reaches his arms out and places a hand on your waist, using his free hand to caress you while you continue standing underneath the water.

“You’re gonna get all wet. And the floor.” As good as it felt, you were concerned about his clothes and the water that was now splashing outside of the tub.

“I’ll clean it, baby.”

You closed your eyes and sank into his gentle touch. His fingers brushed against your skin, lovingly moving up your back and back down again. After two years of being together, he had picked up on a lot. The first time he was in your presence while it was this bad, he had asked you what felt like a million questions.

“Are you hungry?”

“Do you want to be alone?”

“Am I talking too much?”

“What’s the difference between these pads? Which one did you say you wanted?”

By now, he knew what kind of mood you were in, what you needed and how to proceed. You never asked him to, but he loved you and it was a way he knew how to show that.

It wasn’t long before your uterus decided you’ve been standing for long enough, causing a groan to escape your lips. “Can you hand me my towel?” You turn off the water.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go grab a rag to clean the water up.”

You nodded your head, grabbed a pad and put it into place, sliding your panties on. After putting on your shirt, you slowly made your way to the bed and laid stomach down on the heating pad. You heard Rafe enter the bathroom, coming out only a minute later. The bed sunk further in as he got on, inching closer to you and you turn your head so you can look at him.

He takes his hand, rubbing your lower back again, this time going even further down to your ass. He lightly squeezed it before going back up. If you weren’t in pain, it would have turned you on. But you were just comforted by his touch.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” You joke.

“Could never resist an ass grab. It felt good though, huh?” He smirks at you and you return a smile.

“Come closer, I wanna lay on you.” You remove the heating pad from underneath you, laying it on your back. After your boyfriend turned from his side onto his back and opened his arms, you crawled towards him, hiking a leg up to wrap around him and laying your head on his chest.

His arms tighten around you, holding the much needed heating device in place. “You’re so warm, it’s like I have a portable heater for a girlfriend.”

You let out a laugh and feel a kiss being planted on your head. Your pain had subsided and you felt yourself dozing off from feeling an occasional cold thumb stroking your skin.

[herewegobacktomoon]

Okay, I've been trying for two days to ignore all the feelings 6.07 brought up for me, but you all made it kind of impossible with all the edits and GIFs🥲

So here I am, trying to put all the thoughts that have been nagging me out there, hoping that it'll take away some of my pain and if not, it'll make people who believe Maya is just a shitty abusive human being realize how wrong that is.

So, let's start.

The first thing Maya says when she wakes up? She asks where Carina is, she asks for her wife.

I've seen many people commenting that Maya was looking for her because she probably just wanted to get out of there asap, but I don't think it's about that at all.

Take one second, one moment, to look at her.

She just woke up, she's puzzled, she slowly takes in her surrounding, trying to gather her thoughts, to understand what may be going on, until you see a shift behind her eyes.

Teddy talks to her, Jack is there too, she knows she's at Grey Sloan, and that befuddled look turns into a conscious looking for something, or rather someone.

She woke up, in the hospital where her wife works, and Carina is not there.

Maya's not plotting her elopement right now, she just needs her wife, she needs her and to see that Carina's not there has probably sent her on a spiraling of her own.

I might be wrong, obviously, this is just my opinion, but the second scene gives us a lot to think about.

As soon as Jack tells her about Maya, Carina runs to her, terrified.

That "hey", the same exact thing she told her brother when she entered his room after his surgery, might be a coincidence (probably is) but it still gives us an insight on how triggering this can be for Carina, who flies to Maya's side but not without throwing a glance at her stats first.

Carina is understandably worried, but so is Maya.

The slew of sorrys she blurts out speak on its own: she knows her getting hurt is probably one of Carina's worst fears, if not her worst one, and I strongly believe that not seeing her before, as soon as she woke up, had instilled in her the idea that Carina might have been so angry with her that she had left her there, not even daring to come see her.

It's wrong, we know Carina wouldn't leave Maya like that, but in that moment Maya doesn't.

Carina is not Lane, but Maya is too stuck in her head to remember that, and she's terrified.

She's so terrified that the exact moment her wife is by her side, she clings to her with everything she has. And right there, that's Maya needing her wife, wanting her close.

She knows she needs her, she knows it's bad, Carina doesn't yet, but Maya is aware what happened in order for her to fall.

She simply can't bring herself to accept that, so she denies it.

And that's when she asks Carina to be discharged.

The tone of her voice, her eyes... she's trying to talk Carina into this: she's not manipulative, she's just trying to get things to go her way, as we all do.

And Carina is starting to get a bigger image of the situation, but there are still some pieces left to the puzzle.

And it's shown perfectly in the scene right after that one.

When Maya brings up wanting to be discharged again, Carina's answer shows us that she still doesn't have a full picture of all this.

"You've been doing too much", she says but the problem is that it's worse than that. It's way worse.

Maya didn't just "do too much": she's being reckless, putting her life at risk in more than one occasion, overexerting herself even when she knows she's in pain (like the treadmill scene, which has so many meanings), but Carina doesn't know that and she doesn't realise it either.

She jokes about it, she brings up Maya's Olympics and her bragging, something Maya always did to show how good she was at embracing the pain, at overcoming it.

She always used it as a demonstration of her stubbornness and her willpower, and by using it as an example, we know that it's what Carina thinks this is about too: Maya being stubborn.

It's when Maya says that she needs to get back to work, because there was a call and she was supposed to help her team that something starts to feel wrong.

"I need to get back to work" Maya's voice is shaking, the walls are cracking again.

"I'm fine" she insists when Carina disagrees, shaking her head, her voice trembling again, but we can see that she's trying so hard not to break down, and when Carina brings up "the help" Maya needs, the walls fly back up.

She feels constricted, having no control, and in one of her most vulnerable moments, Carina brings up the thing she's been avoiding for months now, and as a consequence, she feels attacked.

So Maya snaps, her defenses shutting Carina out once again.

Maya snaps and Carina flinches, abruptly getting up.

As triggering as this moment is for her, considering her past with her father or at least, the little we can assume for what we saw and heard here and there mostly on Grey's, we can see realisation dawning on her.

The puzzle is not complete, but another piece has just fallen into her hands.

The look on her face (I can't stress enough how fucking amazing Stefania's acting is, every single time) speaks volume once again.

Maya is not herself.

She's not scared of her wife, but she's terrified of where her Maya has gone, and how far that distance has now grown, irreparably.

It's not the first time Maya snapped at her in the last period, but never, ever like this, not even on the rooftop scene.

She's starting to understand that no matter what she does, the help Maya needs is way bigger than the capacity of what she can do for her.

It's not until she talks with Jack that the puzzle is complete.

Watching it for the first time live, kinda got me angry, because I could tell Carina was processing, slowly making a decision, and I hated how Jack was apparently making it about him, but I have to thank some people on twitter who shared their thoughts and made me see it slightly differently.

So, while I would still have probably made him ask her how she felt, or how it went, something that Carina probably wouldn't have even needed to answer to, ( I'm telling you a sigh would have been more than enough, explicative in itself considering the situation), I believe this scene was a turning point.

Carina realized Maya wasn't just being stubborn.

At first, I was surprised at how Jack was so straightforward, angry at his lack of delicacy, considering how Carina already lost many people she loved , especially her brother, but after many, many rewatches, I came to realize that it was probably the aim of the whole thing.

To draw a parallel, at least in Carina's head, something stirring through her traumas and forcing her to make a decision, more drastic than everything she had considered so far.

A decision Maya feels betrayed by.

Maya was hoping to be discharged, but teddy and Carina tell her she's basically being 5150ed.

Now, for all the people that like me aren't too familiar with US laws, 5150 is a law code for a temporary, involuntary, psychiatric commitment for people who present a mental illness that leads them to be a danger to themselves, being considered unstable.

And while it doesn't excuse AT ALL Maya's behaviour, or bringing up Andrew's death, it EXPLAINS why she would feel that way.

Maya's not okay and we can see that very clearly, but she doesn't want to admit it.

"let me go home, we can figure this out" and then "you can help me, at home".

That pause between "you can help me" and "at home"? A whole line. (Danielle's acting as well...a masterpiece)

Her voice breaks again, and what I love about this part is the rollercoaster we go through as she expresses her emotions.

She's terrified, she's so afraid and tears are pricking at her eyes, but as soon as she feels that fear getting too loud, she tries to overshadow it with anger.

She felt like she had no control as she lay in that bed, and the 5150 took away the last bit of it she thought she still had.

She's a loose cannon now and Carina's standing right in her trajectory.

So she brings up Andrew.

His death and Carina's need for space, which was a whole different story, to Maya right now it isn't.

In a conlicting way, I'm convinced she didn't bring it up to hurt Carina.

She doesn't want to hurt her or to reopen her wounds even if that's what happens (I'll talk about it in a sec) : it's her twisted way to tell Carina what she needs, that she needs love and support, but that she doesn't feel it.

In a very twisted way, it's Maya letting out what we already knew she feared: that Carina wasn't on her side anymore, or worse, she no longer loved her as before.

Is it devastatingly painful? Without a doubt.

Even more knowing that it was exactly what Carina was doing in that moment: loving her beyond herself.

Carina has tried to help Maya, and she wouldn't let her in, but now that Maya is saying that she "can help her", Carina knows it wouldn't be enough.

And she knows that probably Maya wouldn't listen either, not when she's having psychotic breakdown, being convinced that she's fine, perfectly fit to go back to work.

That's why the 5150.

What Maya think is them taking control away from her, it's Carina doing everything in her power to protect her, taking over the control Maya has long lost.

When Maya brings up Andrew, we can see her face twist in pain, the memory and the accusation too raw to leave her unaffected.

But what Maya doesn't know is that she is Andrew, right now, but we, from outside, can see the similarities perfectly, even in their struggles.

So, when she sees Carina walking away, she panics.

"If you walk out that door, we're done."

It's supposed to be a threat, but Maya's voice betrays her.

She chokes on her words, on her tears, cracking up once again, letting us see how terrified she is.

But she doesn't want that, so she repeats that statement, her tone now angrier, but not in the slightest less scared.

And then Carina's words, the love behind them hitting like an uncontrollable force, crash against Maya's walls, destroying everything they find.

"I lose you either way, Bella. I'd rather lose you and have you be alive".

That is the most selfless act of love Carina could do in that moment.

Leaving Maya shatters her, Maya is her home and she's watching her collapse, but she knows that her arms aren't strong enough to put the pieces back together right now.

Maya needs help and Carina does too.

And by walking away, Carina is making sure that Maya isn't Andrew.

We know it's not, but she's probably still convinced it was her fault, that by letting him on that train, she failed him.

By believing that she could help him, that if she was there he would be okay, she probably thinks that she was delusional.

And what happened is that Andrew died.

He died and Carina is afraid that by doing the same with Maya, by being sure that she could make it work, that she could fix it, things would have inevitably ended the same.

So she walks out of the room.

She doesn't walk out on their marriage, or on Maya: she's taking a step back to let Maya realize that the help she needs right now is a work she needs to do herself.

She's also setting a boundary, something that she knows she needs to keep her own trauma at bay.

But Maya's screams are probably more haunting than any of the ghosts from her past.

I honestly can't choose what was the most painful thing to hear.

When Maya threw that threat at Carina, she was sure, so sure that she would have stayed that when Carina "left", she shattered, with no restraint. (Except from teddy's arms, lol)

The trembling, pleading, repeated "Carina", the "I can't -", with the hand grabbing at her neck, her strangled voice as she chokes on her own screams and tears, on the verge of a panic attack as we hear her monitor beeping uncontrollably.

The "how could you", screamed with such a raw pain that you have to listen to it more than once to actually catch all the nuances behind it.

She's screaming, crying, breaking down because Carina has left.

I honestly have a hard time believing how every person that has watched this scene, even just once, can think that Maya doesn't love her, or that she doesn't deserve her.

She's crumbling, piece after piece, cracking as the pain excruciatingly overflows out of her lungs, and people still have the courage to say she's mean, abusive and undeserving of love.

And I'm glad Carina proves you all wrong.

Because she stays.

Maya doesn't see her, and she could run, she could run away from Maya's gut wrenching screams, but she stays there, crying with her, as shattered as her.

And then she covers her ears.

And although it was an incredibly intelligent improvisation, it's not casual.

She covers her ears when Maya chokes out a "Get back here", because she can't deal with all this pain, she can't bear it, and hearing Maya asking for her to come back, agonizing, would probably be enough to make her walk back inside.

And now that Carina is no longer there, we can see that Maya's more lost than ever, hollow, nothing but a shell of a person.

But ironically enough, this gives me hope.

It gives me hope because we all know the extent of the issue now, everyone has caught up, or at least Carina has and Maya did too.

For how painful and emotionally heavy it was to witness, I'm positive that Carina walking away is the first step that needed to be taken to be able to walk towards change, and eventually, the light.

Now if you've made it so far, I'm honestly so sorry for you lol, but I really needed to get it off of my chest or it would have haunted me the same way Maya's screams have been replaying in my head🙃

This is my silly, personal opinion, nothing more: I don't want neither to impose my thoughts on others nor to tell you how to feel about stuff, and I'd love if this starts a conversation.

But there's one thing I'm gonna ask you, something I can no longer stand: stop hating on Maya.

By writing this post, I strongly hope you were able to understand why everything is happening, why she's reacting like that; I hope it gave you a new insight.

So stop with the mean comments, cause words won't hurt her (it's sad, I know, but she's a fictional character), but they will hurt people who read them and struggle with the same issues.

I'm usually not fazed by this stuff, let alone if said by people I don't know, but I can tell you that reading some of your comments, the lack of empathy and coherence of thought of some people had me feeling very discouraged.

I'm not telling you to love Maya, nor to like her.

I'm not telling you to excuse her behaviours.

I'm telling you to try and understand.

And if that's too hard for you, if you tried but you can't empathize with someone struggling with their mental issues, I'm kindly asking you not to choose hate, and trust me: your silence is way more respectful than your words.

It's as simple as that.