#and this is not some “ohhh then go there if you like it some much” thing

[futbolfatale]

Love at a flash

MasterList

Pairing: Alpha Paige Bueckers/Omega Reader

Based on This Request!

Summary: Meeting Paige when she is taking her dallas photos that leads fucking in her cowboy hat.

Tags: Scenting, Breeding, kink/mentions of breeding, Oral Sex (R! Receiving),

WordCount: 1.1K

Being on the photography team for the Dallas Wings was never your dream. But still, it’s a good job that you have insurance and flexible hours. That being said, it does have a downside, that being all of the unmated alphas. Normally, they would flirt a little and get over it. You were one of the only unmated omegas employed by the wings, which put an obvious target on your back. The difference with Paige is that she doesn’t use her words to flirt with you like the other Wings do. She flirts with her eyes and fills the room with her scent.

She is supposed to be looking at the camera, but she keeps looking over at you while you control the lighting. “Here, Paige, your very own welcome to Texas,” Alexis hands Paige the boots and hat. She props the hat on her head, looking straight up into your eyes. The ice blue of her eyes is startling, and she doesn’t look away as the camera flashes. “Thanks, Paige, I think that’s all we need from you today. Amazing job, everybody.”

You start to pack up all the lighting equipment. You help your co-workers tote the heavy bags of equipment back to the van. One could say you're extremely helpful, or they could say that you just wanted to avoid a certain flirty alpha. Once the Van is loaded, everyone leaves outside waiting for the boss so we can get back to the studio. While everyone else is shit talking or lighting up a cigerette you sit in the back of the van with the doors open. You scroll through your Instagram trying to make time pass quicker. It seems to be working, your feed is filled with news about the draft and thirst edits of Paige. So maybe you enjoy the occasional Paige Bueckers edit, but she could never know. Not that she would ever have a chance to be around you other than the photography session, once in a blue moon. “What are you watching?” Someone asks, looking over your shoulder. The slick back blonde bun and cowboy hat make you want to run away. “Nothing.” You shut your phone and slip it into your pocket quickly. “OHHH c’mon just tell me im even more interested now.” She leans in, her scent flooding in all around you. Her scent of Apple and white tea is just aggressive enough to make to listen to her. She didn't even need to use an alpha command. 

“At least come inside and get some water. I think Alexis is going to be a while longer, and it’s a little warm outside.” Paige tries to convince you. “I’m fine out here, my water bottle is in one of these bags.” You rummage around searching for your bag. ‘Please come inside with me.” Her voice has taken a soft tone, and she grabs both of your hands between hers. It is a miracle none of your co-workers have realized what's going on. Well, your arousal scent will be giving it away any minute now. “Come back inside with me,” she brings both of your guys' hands to her lips. She presses a gently kiss to your knuckles and your fucked. I mean who could look this gorgeous Alpha women straigh in her eyes and say ‘’no i don’t want to fuck you’’ nobody that the problem and she knows it. You follow her back into the building, your co-workers watching with laughter and crude jokes. 

“Sorry. This is really not where I wanted to take you, but the rest of the team is in the locker room.” Paige explains, pushing you gently against the wall of the janitor's closet. She nestles her head into the crook of your neck, licking at your scent gland. “This is a bad idea. If you get caught, you could get kicked off the team.”You try to reason. As much as you want this, she shouldn’t ruin her career over one hook-up. “That's where you are wrong, They want alpha players to find their fated mates. You know why?” She asks, but the question is not meant to be answered. “But we're not,” you start to talk, only for Paige to press her hand against your mouth. “But we are. I feel it, you know. They say alphas can tell their mate from the first look, and I knew. God sculpted you for me. He made you perfect in every way. He made it so we would meet right now so that I can be here with you.” Paige makes her point by rubbing her fingers over your scent gland, sending a shiver down your body. “Once your body recognizes me as your mate, you’ll fall into heat, and then I will fill you with my pups. Would you like that?” She asks, grinding against you. “I want it. Please want you,”  that's all Paige needs to hear. She unbuttons your pants, sliding down onto her knees in front of you. When she gets to your ankles, she pauses to untie your shoes and slip those off as well. She sets them aside with gentle care, and your pants follow. She takes the time to fold your pants before setting them on top of your shoes. This fuels your frustration, you grab the top of her hat and pull her face back to your thighs.

“Patience, baby. I'm getting there.” Paige laughs softly, running her hands up and down your thighs. You don’t feel like waiting; she wanted you, and now she needs to follow through. “Just.. please god, want you inside me.” You moan, hips rolling against her. “You're going to have me just be patient. I want to taste you first.” Paige finally pulls your underwear down before ducking between your thighs. She starts at your clit sucking at it with practicied ease.”You taste so good.”She whispers against your skin before moving lower to lick at your slit. You lean more heavily into the wall and let your legs spread wider for her. She wraps her arms around your thighs, holding you in place while she gets her taste. “Fuck we got to go we can’t do this here. It won’t be good for you.”Paige stands abruptly, leaving you panting against the wall. “Paige what the fuck is wrong with you” You whisper shout pushing off the wall and grabbing her hand.

“We can’t do this here. Let me get your pants back on, and we can take this to my apartment. I promise you'll get your orgasm there.” Paige rubs her thumb over the back of your hand while she speaks. “Here,” She pulls away to grab your clothes and help you get dressed. Once you're dressed, Paige takes your hand and takes you out to the parking lot. You're surprised to see the work van gone, along with most of the cars that had previously been in the lot. “Cmon, my car's over here.” You follow Paige mostly because you want to, but also because you don’t have another option.

Should the Reader get a nickname for future blubs for this?

[pankesitopank]

If you’re up to it, how about ATEEZ headcanons where they get all hot and bothered by their tall gf (maybe 5’9ish) wearing heels? I can picture it where she LOVES heels but maybe backs off a bit for the sake of her shorter bf (Hongjoong) LOL. (Like imagine his fashionista side fighting with his short man pride LMAO.) You could do just one member, but if you’re up to it I think all members would be cool.

Ateez react to their tall gf in heels

hehe here it is loovveee, look, i interpreted one thing, if you were expecting something more like crack, lil funny idk you can tell me don't worry

(￣▽￣*)ゞ i hope you like it and i insist, let me know if this wasn’t what you expect and i can write another one more fluff n cute :]

HONGJOONG

You catch him staring again.

It’s not subtle—his jaw’s tight, eyes stuck on your legs as you cross the room in thigh-high boots, the click of your heels echoing a little too loud for this hotel suite. The look on his face is a warzone: one half appreciation, one half pure ego death.

“Seriously?” he finally mutters, arms crossed, his tone casual but eyes blazing. “We said dinner, not runway.”

You arch a brow. “Are you mad I look good, or mad I’m taller than you tonight?”

He doesn’t answer. Just looks away, running a hand through his hair like that’ll calm him down.

He loves when you wear heels. Of course he does—he’s obsessed with aesthetics, fashion-forward as hell, and never shy about showing you off. But he’s also the shortest in the group, and even if he pretends not to care, something about you towering over him hits a nerve.

Especially because you look this good doing it.

“Maybe I should change?” you offer playfully, knowing damn well he doesn’t want that.

“No,” he snaps too fast. Then softer, throat thick: “No. Keep them on.”

The words come out low. Rough. Like they surprise even him.

You smirk, stepping closer, heels making you eye-level and then some. You tilt his chin up with one finger, and his pupils dilate like you flipped a switch.

“Joong,” you whisper, voice close to teasing, “you like this.”

He doesn’t deny it. Just grabs your hips and pulls you down, lips brushing your ear. “I hate how much I like it.”

And then he kisses you. Hard.

If this is a power struggle, you're both losing—and loving it.

SEONGHWA

It starts with his silence.

The kind of silence that simmers, where his gaze drags over your legs, up your thighs, all the way to your smirking mouth—and lingers there like he’s choosing sin over salvation.

You wore the black stilettos he likes. With the slit dress. You’re not sure what made you feel bold today, but whatever it was, it’s working.

Seonghwa’s quiet, yes—but his hands aren’t.

He brushes past you in the hallway of the dorm, casually trailing a finger down your bare arm. “Going somewhere?”

“Just out with friends.” You smile, tilting your head. “You like the look?”

He nods slowly, like he’s processing something deeper than fashion.

“You know what it does to me when you wear those heels.”

You step forward, hips swaying just a bit. “Does what?”

He doesn’t say it. Just steps right into your space and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He’s still taller than you—barely—but it’s the closest you’ve ever come to meeting him eye to eye.

“I like it,” he says finally, voice velvety and dangerous. “But you know what I’d like even more?”

Your breath catches. “Tell me.”

He leans in, lips brushing your cheek, then your jaw. “You… on top.”

Your knees threaten to buckle, but those heels keep you steady. Just barely.

YUNHO

“Ohhh my god, babe.”

Yunho’s voice goes breathless the second he opens the door and sees you. You barely get a greeting before he’s already circling you like a man hypnotized.

You spin once, striking a mock pose. “Too much?”

“Too perfect,” he groans, already biting his knuckle. “You’re trying to ruin my life.”

You giggle, but it’s Yunho who’s struggling. At 6’1”, height’s never been a concern—until tonight, when you show up in 4-inch heels and look like you stepped out of a dream.

He’s always been the type to worship you out loud, touchy, affectionate, sweet. But there’s a shift tonight—he’s flustered. A little wrecked.

“You’re so tall,” he says in awe, as if he just noticed. “I’m supposed to be the intimidating one here.”

You grin. “You still are. Just… now I get to kiss you without tiptoes.”

He makes a choked sound, grabbing your waist. “I can’t go out with you like this.”

You blink. “Why not?”

“Because I’ll spend the whole night either getting hard or threatening everyone who looks at you. Or both.”

You laugh, flushed, but he’s dead serious.

“Actually,” he murmurs, tugging you close, “maybe we don’t need to leave yet…”

YEOSANG

Yeosang notices right away.

Doesn’t say a word. Just stares, eyes narrowed slightly like he’s analyzing a painting.

“Something wrong?” you ask.

He shrugs. “No. You look… tall.”

You laugh, brushing past him. “It’s the heels.”

“I know.”

You glance back and catch it—his gaze fixed squarely on your legs, his tongue subtly pressing into his cheek.

He’s quiet, but you know him too well. That calculating calm hides everything he won’t say. The way his jaw tightens. The way he fidgets.

“You like it,” you tease.

He finally breaks the stare, raising an eyebrow. “You want honesty?”

You nod.

“Then yeah,” he says. “I like it too much.”

He moves in, slow, his hand slipping around your waist. He’s still taller, but the closeness makes your height match feel intimate—his lips level with yours, his breath warm as he murmurs,

“Those heels might be expensive, but the way you’re looking at me right now? That’s priceless.”

You gulp.

He smirks, satisfied. “Don’t take them off. Not even later.”

SAN

San doesn’t notice you walk in—he feels it.

You step into the room, heels clicking across the dorm floor, and his head jerks up like he just sensed a change in the atmosphere. You could swear he sniffed the air like a predator.

And then he freezes.

“You’re wearing those?” His voice drops an octave.

You glance down at the shiny red stilettos. “Yeah. Thought they matched the dress.”

San doesn’t answer. Just keeps staring. You can practically see the thoughts spiraling in his head—none of them holy.

“You okay?” you tease.

“I will be,” he says tightly, “once I get those off you.”

Your heart jumps. “San.”

He stands. And he smirks.

“Why would you do that?” he murmurs, stalking closer. “You know how tall you look right now? I should be mad. I should feel emasculated.”

You blink. “Do you?”

He leans in, eyes flicking down your body. “Not even a little.”

San’s possessive in a slow-burn way. He won’t make a scene in public. But once you’re alone, he can’t stop touching you—your waist, your hips, the curve of your legs.

“Come here,” he growls, backing you into the couch. “You think you’re taller than me now?”

You glance down, grinning. “Technically…”

“No,” he cuts in, grabbing your chin. “Because you’ll be under me in five minutes.”

MINGI

Mingi’s brain malfunctions the second he sees you.

You step out of the bedroom, and he literally drops his phone.

“Oh—holy shit,” he breathes. “Wait, wait, hold on.”

He blinks like he’s trying to reboot. “You—are those new?”

You do a slow spin. “Like them?”

“I—like them? I wanna write poetry about them.”

You laugh, but Mingi’s already moving toward you, hands hovering like he’s afraid to touch. You're almost nose-to-nose in the heels, and for once, the usual height gap between you feels nonexistent.

He gulps.

“I thought I was the tall one in this relationship,” he whines.

“You still are.”

“Barely,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “It’s doing things to me.”

Mingi is needy by default, but tonight, it spikes. He won’t stop complimenting you—telling you how powerful you look, how long your legs are, how much he wants to ruin you for making him feel so damn small.

“Do you know what it feels like,” he grumbles, mouth pressed against your neck, “to look up at you and still wanna drop to my knees?”

You shiver. “You could.”

He grins. “Oh, I will.”

WOOYOUNG

You knew it would drive him insane.

That’s why you wore the heels in the first place.

Wooyoung’s eyes go wide the moment you walk in, and his jaw drops so hard it’s comical.

“Excuse me?” he gasps. “Since when are you six-foot-two?”

You smirk. “Since five minutes ago.”

He practically sprints over, placing his palm on the top of your head, then his own. “You’re—no. No. This is illegal. You can’t be taller than me. That’s my thing.”

You burst out laughing. “It’s just for tonight.”

“No, it’s not. This is psychological warfare.”

You lean in close, tilting his chin up. “You scared, baby?”

He flushes. You got him.

“You think being taller makes you the boss?”

“Might.”

He scoffs. Then grab you and lifts you like it’s nothing.

“You think I care about height when I can carry you across this damn city?” he growls, holding you just above the ground.

You squeal, heels dangling in the air. “Okay, okay, you win!”

He grins wickedly. “Nah. We win. Because you look hot and I get to bend you over later.”

JONGHO

You step into the room, and Jongho just blinks.

His mouth opens, then closes. Then opens again.

“You…” he gestures vaguely at your legs. “You’re tall.”

You chuckle. “I’m always tall.”

“Yeah, but now you’re my height.”

He steps forward, looking you up and down like you’re a test he’s trying to solve. “What are those, five inches?”

“Four and a half,” you answer.

“Unacceptable,” he says, but it’s so deadpan it makes you laugh harder.

Jongho is quiet confidence, but right now? He’s fighting for composure. The usual height gap gone, he’s facing you eye-to-eye and it’s got him just a bit flustered.

“You’re not allowed to be this powerful,” he mutters.

“I like how it makes me feel.”

He tilts his head. “How does it make you feel?”

“…Like I could pin you.”

That definitely gets his attention.

He steps closer until there’s no space left between you. “Try it,” he whispers.

Your breath hitches.

“I dare you.”

Challenge accepted.

But as soon as you press your hand to his chest, he grabs your wrist and spins you, caging you to the wall like he’d been waiting for it.

“Did you forget?” he breathes in your ear. “I lift grown men for fun.”

Okay, so maybe he pins you tonight.

And you’re not complaining.

[doveywovy]

okay

izunas thing for petplay combined with him finding out about as A Kink through nobles combined with tobiramas thing for him in a position of power. Just. izuna roleplaying a noble that roleplays a dog (tho idk if he'd be a dog summons but that's details) for tobirama who roleplays a courtesan who roleplays an owner. three layers deep into some weird powerplay and izuna is barking (or equivalent. maybe he'd pretend to be a wolf for feral points for tobirama)

obsessed with this. the layers....

it starts because izuna writes a mission report that tobirama has to read *about* the mission he learned about petplay on. and that report is 2 paragraphs on the mission and 70 pages on the petplay. which tobirama is like. what the fuck is this. & izuna goes ohhh im so glad you asked i think if we just try it out ourselves it'll make so much more sense-

i think izuna would initially try to roleplay as a spoiled kitten (being roleplayed as a noble) because it matches his public persona & tobirama is like absolutely not. your fursona is inaccurate, do better or i assign you a new one and it will be Unfuckable.

so then izuna constantly workshops new summons options, from wolf to tiger to goose, just keeps it going. sometimes tobirama goes along with it and other times he claims it breaks the illusion ("what would a nobleman know about trout? at least pick a koi fish or salmon, something expensive-"). usually it's just tobirama bossing him around but sometimes it's izuna exacting revenge as a nobleman who's courtesan took it too far.

both of them consider elaborate sexual roleplay a civilian/nobleman loser thing (despite actively doing it themselves to the extreme) so they refuse to do research on how to do it in a "Safe" way. they just sort of start roleplaying and get very weird with it. no safe words no limits no planning beyond the creation of the characters. izuna's nobleman OC is based off indra and tobirama's courtesan OC is based off of his favorite childhood fairytale about kitsune.

at some point somebody (probably hikaku) is going to walk in on them and it's going to be Bad.

[booabug]

i just adore how in love marinette is, and how flustered she gets for a specific side of adrien which is NOT when he's trying to impress people as funny and charming chat noir (friend zoned) or as his public persona of cool and self-assured (she's fine with it but remember her natural reaction was eat the rich) no, she's gaga for him when he's basically just… there. just existing.

when he's like, "idk what im doing but im just happy to be included!"

that's when marinette is like ohhhhh i can't not marry him 💦

as cat walker, he was closer to that than his "yeah ik im cool ty" public persona, the point was to be as toned down as possible, no theatrics, so he was basically just who he is when he thinks of himself as Just Some Guy, which is supportive and gentlemanly cause those are his most immutable traits.

she literally could not function to save her life.

something i thought of while having gender feelings. so much of masculinity is performative, it's so tiring. most male leads reflect that, their main thing is physical prowess or leadership or stoicism. adrien is not about any of that. i can't tell yall how much i love that.

in my OTP, the female lead thinks the male lead is at his hottest when he's just like ":)?"

[triglycercule]

horror is so BLESSED he's the only one out of the murder time trio that has actual good people trying to influence his story 💔💔 dust and killer were both driven to INSANITY because of the choices of their respective humans but horror??? every time without FAIL the polls for horrortale's plotline have always ended in a good place for aliza (either by bettering her relationships/reputation or for her to just. not DIE)

horrortale's potential alternate timelines my beLOVEd🙏🙏 they're SO lucky that we're being kind and benevolent hehe (≧ω≦) now where are the aus based off the possible different outcomes that could've happened in horrortale HUH???? (like how aliza couldve killed toriel or chosen horror's puzzle or gone with undyne to the core........)

[allgremlinyaps]

the post-canon jetko dynamic I'm crafting is like. ok so these two men who both feel things WAY too much can function well when separated [either through distraction/hierarchy of priority/conscious refusal to acknowledge certain feelings about certain people (at least on Jet's end, Zuko isn't emotionally savvy enough to CONSCIOUSLY repress his emotions)] but when you put them in a room together its like splitting the atom. like you have a certain amount of time before they cant ignore each other any longer.

THAT or they just slot back together like nothing has happened or no time has elapsed at all. maybe they make a creepily professional and efficient duo. maybe the smooth working-together (a la "we made a good team" Ferry dynamic) is like. the Prelude to the eruption. What I'm saying is they both have the POTENTIAL to be incredibly possessive people but would also never admit to it so instead they'd just have to have crazy reunion sex all the time.

[birdmenmanga]

A while ago I received a beautiful painting of Eishi in the mail from @kitsoa!! I've been meaning to post pictures of it but I so rarely have physical objects I wanted a proper photoshoot to do it justice <3

When I first saw this I was absolutely blown away by the colors. These magenta-maroon hues aren't ones I associate with urban cityscapes at all and yet it's beautiful and dreamlike. There are a lot of poignant moments of loneliness in this series and this piece really captures that feeling, in my opinion. I almost feel like crying when I look at it sometimes. Kitsoa just has a way with color I can never hope of coming close to; I often look at her artworks and think, "Ah, her brain's just wired in a fundamentally different way from mine." (NOT a lamentation btw-- I consider it a blessing that we are put on this earth to show each other pictures of that which the other could not conceive of)

I have it up on my wall with sticky tack (didn't want to put tape on the front in case it got damaged when I inevitably have to move away) and I look at it all the time. I love it so much!! Thank you!!

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

the fucking things this discord exchange does to me

[simptasia]

you know britpicking? like where an american writes a fanfic set in england, or with an english character, and they get an english friend to look through it and check through it to see if the terms and phrases are accurate? (eg. flat instead of apartment)

well i propose there be such a concept for star trek

because people in star trek talk differently than modern humans. they use different words, different slang, phrasings. yes, they can speak casually but mostly it isn't like us. watch any of 90s trek and you'll see These People Do Not Speak Like Us

and, no disrespect, a lot of fic does not reflect this. and it irks me. they just speak like modern day people instead of... star trek characters. i personally think part of the fun of writing trek characters is writing it out to how they speak and how they would think

hell, this isnt even a fanfic problem. modern trek has this issue too. i think outta laziness. they have their people talking (and when in casual wear, dressing) like 2020s people and it pisses me off

its part of why strange new worlds feels like a high budget SNL skit

annnnyways. i propose this idea be called fact trekking

[parasitoidism]

ramblings of insane person

[ratcandy]

also whats weird is like, that mushroom gotta be like ATTACHED to his brain?? no way he doesnt have brain damage from that. also its not hard to imagine that with all his intense mushroom use, that he'd have some sort of substance use disorder. and he is, suddenly, in a DEATH CULT. actually. i dont feel like anyone talks about the last part. ?? doesnt anyone wonder how hard it would be to adjust just suddenly. being in a cult? we dont really know how his life was before but if he wasnt in a cult beforehand then id imagine all the Cult Stuff would be at least a little uncomfortable.

I guess it would depend to what extent we're leaning into the parasite actually being a cordycep. Because if we're going full throttle on that, teeechnically cordyceps don't attach to the brain at all and only control the musculature; hence why I always hc'd that there's two different mushrooms involved, with the menticide doing the brain fuckery and the cordycep doing. The everything else

But at the same time it could very well just be advanced cordycep and we can make up whatever rules we want ! But YES, regardless, there is some brain nonsense happening that would ABSOLUTELY have everlasting effects on this ant. Not to mention if the cordyceps DID have control of his muscular system, then his entire body has got to be feeling the effects of it as well.

So he's here, in a death cult, probably having to re-learn how to walk and suffering extreme withdrawal symptoms as well as memory loss.

ANd no nobody ever considers the full ramifications of the death cult because everybody is a coward and won't consider how horrifying cults actually are!!!!!! And to be a disabled old man suddenly thrust into a scary ass scenario where people are being sacrificed and brought back to life around you while you can't even remember how old you are or where you've been the past few years because time was fucked while you were Shroomed, it HAS to be HORRIFYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But at the same time it really just works out from a cultist perspective. He's already isolated, vulnerable, and probably only halfway lucid at any given point. He'd be extremely easy to manipulate and keep dependent on the cult. After all, they're keeping him safe there, it's dangerous out there. (Not to mention him just feeling some inherent loyalty to the Lamb upon becoming sober, which certainly wouldn't do him any favors)

Like what's he going to do? Leave? Stumble out, suffering withdrawl, into the Lands of the Old Faith?? As an old man??????????

He has no CHOICE but to make peace with where he is. Despite all the questions about if his FAMILY is even STILL ALIVE. Despite having no idea what he DID while under the influence. Despite the HORRORS around every CORNER

It's FUCKED!!!!! It's AWFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

it's been nearly 6 months since the ted lasso finale and im still pretty much:

[poniko-w]

the more mo4 gijinkas i see the more i realize how different mine are from what people usually do. i want mine to look like they could be real people.. but they kind of look boring compared to some of the others i've seen..

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Just found out I missed a jaybin story and he has a little winter Robin uniform in it,, devastating,,,

[m0e-ru]

who wants to talk about why the izanamis for some reason are just like the izanagis

[dizzybevvie]

boy how do you reblog such great things

been cultivating my dash for years. i also found most of them in my drafts