#but that means I just stand here like 🧍🏻‍♀️

[boundinparchment]

The double edged sword of wanting to participate *more* but not feeling the draw to anything in particular despite trying is an engagement killer.

[clowningaroundmars]

Even tho it’s hella tragic that Kane and Mike are both mourning their own losses in their own ways and their fight is more personal than not, I couldn’t help but think “lol some middle aged man’s got beef with a teenager” during their final battle

[uunromanticized]

hello. i love your headcanons. may i request Luka Couffaine x reader where they have golden retriever x black cat vibes?( i was just thinking how much Luka fits to be golden retriever as boyfriend. i started to see a lot of video like "Luka always listens to everyone. who would listen to him?" and i think that in this dynamic he would have person who would listen to him. like "ok ok ok" to his "la la la" you know?)(I'm sorry if you hate this "la la la ok ok ok" but i love it and couldn't help but put it here)

thank you so much!!! take care!!!( and sorry for long and maybe too long thing of request. you're free to do whatever you want with it)

hey there hun!!! thank you so so much that means the world to me!!! 💙💙 & yes of course!! don’t worry either i love the whole la la la ok ok ok thing it’s so cute n silly 🤭 i hope this is satisfactory!!

luka w/ a black cat lover

- luka is not necessarily used to being the one listened to rather than the one listening

- he’s not opposed to it, it’s a nice change of pace but it takes him aback at first.. it almost makes him awkward?

- you’re both more responsive people when others talk so when you’re both alone at first you’re just the standing emoji:🧍🏻‍♀️

- eventually you get over the awkward phase after seeing how upset luka looks one day and letting him talk to you about it

- after offering to take care of it (in which he can’t tell if you’re joking or not??) you then offer genuine advice. it’s then that he realizes that while you’re relatively irritable and stoic you’re a really sweet person underneath

- that’s also the first time he’s attracted to you

- dates are very chill and lowkey unless they’re planned ahead of time (or unless luka feels like surprising you)

- he’s very easygoing while you’re more calculating

- you’re not scary but luka still gets scary dog privileges. or maybe feral cat privileges? you’re definitely not afraid to protect him or growl under your breath at whoever pisses you two off

- don’t think that just because you protect luka doesn’t mean he doesn’t protect you

- you’re a couple that enjoys cuddling i think. you’re the one who lays on top of him

- quick kisses, not at all big on pda

- you two don’t have to be doing the same thing together, but rather you just enjoy being in the presence of one another

- he does like it whenever you share earbuds and you fall asleep though

- you’re there to take care of things emotionally while luka takes care of things like chores or errands

- sometimes you bitch about someone and lukas just smiling and nodding. he definitely takes notes though. just wait til he sees that bitch for himself

- the only times he feels genuine panic for you is after an akuma attack

- all in all you kinda let eachother just do your own thing

[imagineredwood]

Daddy Yandere Chibs with A? Number 3?

I have a HUNGER for Daddy!!!

Summary: Chibs has honored your foolish wishes for a separation for the last month, but you still haven't come to your senses yet, so it's time for Daddy to bring you back home; by any means necessary.

Warnings: ...it's a yandere drabble 🧍🏻‍♀️ So stalking, manipulation, what could be perceived as emotional abuse because of the manipulation. As always, these are just for fun, not to be taken as a healthy or safe relationship. No means no and turning up at someone's work when they don't want you to or anywhere they're at for that matter is creepy af in real life!! Also daddy kink. I wrote it with somewhat of a big age gap in mind but it doesn't have to be read like that 💕

Also just as a reminder, since dark content isn’t for everyone, I don’t use the regular tag lists for these, only specific taglist for those who want to read the darker content. I wouldn’t want to expose someone that didn’t want to read it. So if you DO want to be tagged, let me know

"You shouldn't be here. This is my workplace. I don't have time for this."

Chibs didn't flinch as you rejected him, his stance relaxed as he leaned against the wall of your breakroom. He'd been dying to see you. He'd given you the space you had asked for, knowing that of course that wasn't what you truly wanted. But he'd given it to you anyway. You would see soon enough that being apart from him wasn't actually what you wanted at all. Yet it was going on a month now, and he had decided that enough was enough.

So he'd ridden over to your job to get you back and now here you were, acting as if you were simply too busy to speak to the man who had loved and protected you these last few years.

"Oh course ya do, Lass. You're on break. You've got,"

He made a show of looking down at his watch and calculating.

"Got 24 minutes left of break, I reckon."

You swallowed dryly, realizing that he did have a point. You took your break at the same time every day. You'd used that break to talk to him on the phone most days. Of course, he would remember. So you tried a different tactic.

"How did you even get in here? It's employees only back here."

The Son nodded, eyes warm as they regarded you, a hint of playful ridicule there as well.

"I've lived in this town a long while, love. Longer than you. All I had to do was ask."

He pulled off the wall then, standing at his full height, taking each slow step one at a time.

"Everyone knows me here. Knows us. All that yellin' about me being so controlling, yet you didn't tell your work to keep me out?"

You gulped as he stalked toward you, eyes on you every second.

"Didn't put me on some kinda list? Didn't tell them that if they saw me to call the cops? None of that?"

You stared at him as your heart pounded in your chest. He wouldn't hurt you; never. But you wouldn't put it past him to somehow manipulate you and the situation into ending with you giving him another chance. All if would take is the feeling of his hands, warm and loving as they caressed you, and your resolve would fall apart. And he knew as much.

You took one more step back and bumped against the wall, the giant silver fridge blocking you on one side, and Chibs arm coming up to block the other. You whimpered, willing yourself to be strong as the scent of leather, cologne, and cigarette smoke flooded your senses. It all smelled just exactly as you remembered and you ached for him, the stone you'd fortified around your heart beginning to crumble.

"Even with all the arguments and disagreements, you know you've always been safest with me. Safe, and at home. You've proven your point. It's time for you to come home with Daddy now, yeah?"

You hesitated for a moment before your head was nodding slowly of its own volition. The Son clicked his teeth and offered you a smile then, eyes trailing down your front. He brought a ringed finger up and traced down the valley of your breasts, eyes raking over you how a lion would a gazelle. His voice was low when he spoke again.

"Twenty minutes left."

"Huh?"

The sentence threw you off, your break no longer on your mind as you looked at him.

"You've got twenty minutes left before they start looking for you, so I've got time. You look delicious. I won't stop until I've tasted every bite."

Dark fiction taglist 

@whitetxilwxlf @kikijackson-blog @ben-c-group-therapy @ravennaortiz @mama-mischief

[gureumz]

are you mine? (are you? part 2)

rating: explicit

members: sunghoon, heeseung

notes/warnings: fem!reader, INFIDELITY, angst, bf!heeseung, reader cheats on heeseung (again), university setting, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampies, mentions of degrading words in a non-sexual manner, i reiterate again: THERE IS CHEATING IN THIS STORY

a/n: i didn't intend to write a part 2 for 'are you?' but a lot of people wanted to know how it would turn out so here it is! this is much shorter than the first part and is mostly just vibes but with the events of the first part, what else is there to say? 🧍🏻‍♀️

read part 1 here

"do you want to meet my parents?"

you tense under heeseung's touch, hand midway down his bare chest. he's laying on his side, facing you, your legs tangled underneath the blanket. the warmth of his body fades away when a silent chill runs down your spine.

"yeah," you let out uneasily, chuckling in an attempt to mask your nerves. "but, not anytime soon."

heeseung's face remains the same, eyes unreadable as he examines your features. he brushes your hair behind your shoulder, running his fingertips down the flesh of your arm.

"why not? it's been almost four months since we started going out," heeseung replies softly, drawing circles on your elbow.

you move your arm away.

"i just don't think i'm ready," you say with an air of finality, hoping that heeseung would drop the subject.

you don't think you'll ever be ready. not after...

heeseung watches you for a few moments. to your surprise, he nods, lips spreading into an understanding smile.

"okay," heeseung chirps. "that's fine."

your chest feels like it's been caved in, relief and dread filling in like heavy sand.

"thank you," you say, smiling up at your boyfriend's face.

heeseung moves closer and plants a chaste kiss on your lips. you respond, endeared by the gentle pass of his mouth on yours, a contrast to how rough he was with you merely minutes before.

"if anything's bothering you, you know you can always tell me right?" heeseung whispers, placing slow, loving kisses on your face.

your heart seems to stop, then picks up beating ten times faster. heeseung isn't very vocal, and this sudden display of affirmation has you reeling.

he knows. he must know.

you laugh, a nervous shake in your voice. a half-baked joke enters your mind.

"anything?" you attempt playfully. heeseung takes the bait and pulls back, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

"what if i was secretly a serial killer?" you deadpan, narrowing your eyes at heeseung. a smile tugs at the edges of your lips.

heeseung chuckles, pulling you against his chest. he presses his lips one more time to your forehead.

"then i would gladly be your victim."

---

"i'm yours."

you whimper at these words, pulling him closer to you, face buried in his sturdy shoulder. he moves passionately against you and your whole body erupts in invisible flames.

"all yours," sunghoon reiterates, tongue running along the line of your jaw.

"you don't mean that," you argue weakly.

your cheeks burn up as you realize just how loud the two of you are being. his dorm bed creaking, headboard banging against the wall. you knew it was safer to meet him here, less of a chance that your boyfriend might find something that isn't his.

"i do," sunghoon replies gruffly. "a slave to you, to this—god—to this fucking pussy."

you sob at his words, a mix of arousal, elation, and remorse rising in you. with sunghoon, it just felt too good, too alluring to refuse. he was a lighthouse, standing out in a sea of darkness you didn't even know you were stranded on.

with him, you were, you are shameless.

sunghoon finishes inside you, but not before you reach the finish line first, sans condom this time, as he had so many times since that night in his car.

the thought makes you feel filthy all over, in desperate need of a shower, to scrub all sin from your skin.

"spend the night," sunghoon says once he hands you a towel for you to use. you hold it to your core, wincing when you feel the simultaneous ache and squelch of his release dribbling out of you. you catch it before it stains his sheets.

you've never spent the night here before. you check the digital clock on sunghoons desk and it reads 1:13 a.m.

"i can't. heeseung's coming over early to walk me to class," you inform, twisting the towel in your hands.

sunghoon watches you from where he sits on the edge of his bed. you meet his eyes and you know he can see right through you.

heeseung's not really coming over.

"fine," you finally concede. you pretend not to notice the brief twitch in sunghoon's mouth.

"i kinda want to shower though," you add, eyes flitting over to the bathroom door.

sunghoon grins, leaning close. you wrap your arms around your knees protectively. he stares at your face for a second before kissing you softly, so soft you barely feel it.

"whatever you want," sunghoon says.

---

sunghoon holds you close under the shower now. a million thoughts are racing through your mind. in this space, at this time, it seems like the world has stopped and only the two of you are living beings in existence.

"text me tomorrow," sunghoon reminds, deep voice echoing against the bathroom walls.

you sigh, lifting your head from where it rests on his chest.

"you know i can't do that."

and you can't.

all your exchanges have been through brief, curt phone calls. sunghoon was smart enough to punch in his number on your phone after you were done in the parking lot that night. since then, you've labored over deleting every call log your phone creates after each conversation.

heeseung was none the wiser.

"then call," sunghoon corrects himself. "i love hearing your voice."

ironically, you don't say anything more to that.

---

"i can't believe i've been assigned on a project with him!"

your ears perk up.

the restaurant you're in is empty at this hour, with the rush of lunch ending some time ago. you pick up a french fry from the bowl you and heeseung are sharing, popping the greasy treat into your mouth.

"who?" you question.

"sunghoon."

the initial reaction you have to your boyfriend mentioning the guy you've been fucking behind his back has grown weaker over the past few weeks, but with how often heeseung references sunghoon, it's a surprise you haven't thrown up all over yourself in sheer guilt.

"oh, him again?" you throw out nonchalantly. you busy yourself with your phone, ignoring the way heeseung looks at you quizzically.

"what do you mean 'again'?"

you look at heeseung, trying to portray the perfect mix of exasperation and cluelessness.

"it's always sunghoon this and sunghoon that," you explain. "if i didn't know better, i'd say you were in love with the guy."

ha ha. what a funny joke.

and much to your surprise, heeseung finds this absolutely hilarious. he lets out a genuine, hearty laugh, slamming the table with his palm.

"he wishes," heeseung responds with a snort. "he's always trying to one-up me, copying everything i do, following me around like a puppy. i'd say he was in love with me."

wrong.

you laugh along, finishing off another french fry.

---

"you're trying to steal my boyfriend's life, is that it?"

sunghoon stops typing on his laptop, turning to you from where he's seated at his desk. you're sprawled over his bed, wearing one of his shirts.

"excuse me?" sunghoon says, as if fighting off the urge to laugh.

you slide off the mattress, sauntering over to him. you throw a leg over his lap, sinking down until you're straddling sunghoon. his large hands hold you by your waist. looking down at him at this moment, you feel every fiber of your being light up with a sort of giddiness you've never felt before.

"heeseung told me about how you're always trying to one-up him and 'beat him at his own game', so to speak," you explain.

"and now you're banging me, his girlfriend, every chance you get," you add cheekily, kissing the corner of sunghoon's mouth.

sunghoon exhales, hands traveling up your back, cradling you, holding you close.

"i don't want to steal his life," sunghoon says, voice low.

"even if i came with it?" you question, tilting your head to the side. sunghoon grins, kissing you so suddenly, you fall back against his desk.

"such a clever, clever girl."

you're trembling now.

anticipation. want. need.

"my clever girl," he adds.

---

the first cracks start showing the day you ask sunghoon about his wanting heeseung's life.

you promised to meet heeseung for dinner later that day but not before you rid yourself of sunghoon's shirt, of course. he sent you off with a long, heady kiss against the door of his dorm.

you were distracted for the entirety of the meal. heeseung could tell. you know heeseung could tell. something was eating at you from inside.

it didn't help when heeseung made a mindless comment on the way back to your own dorm room.

"you smell different," he had said.

you surrendered to the idea that you were irrevocably fucked at that point. you made a sorry excuse about borrowing a friend's perfume, nonetheless.

the cracks are spreading, spiderwebs of destruction in the walls of your relationship.

sunghoon is a proud man, not unlike heeseung. he's greedy, selfish, controlled by his desires.

you aren't as careful as you used to be. first, a hair tie, a black one, like any other hair tie. you left it at sunghoon's dorm one day. to this day, he wears it like a badge of honor.

a shirt next. a considerable jump from a hair tie, but sunghoon lent you one, and delirious with sleep, neither of you noticed when you waltzed right out of his room still brandishing the white tee that was obviously too big for you.

you made it under your own covers on your own bed when you finally realized.

lastly, a hickey.

you've done it now. you've fucked up so bad you can already see heeseung razing both heaven and hell as he finds out.

"fuck," you mutter under your breath, staring daggers at your reflection, at the red-purple mark just above your collarbone.

"fuck!"

how could both of you reach this point? practically gallivanting your affair under heeseung's nose. it sickens you. you're disgusted with yourself.

but you know you're only this appalled because you're a hair away from being caught.

you jump when you hear the door to your room slam shut. of course. of course. heeseung has a copy of your dorm room key. you gave it to him a few weeks ago as a sort of milestone in your relationship.

you think to yourself with much irritability that you shouldn't have done that.

the ceiling is caving in. run. run now.

"_________?" heeseung calls out. you hear him approach the bathroom door. he knocks and you feel like screaming.

so polite. heeseung's always so polite.

"i don't feel good, hee," you manage. you definitely feel sick and you want to pass out.

"what's wrong? do you need to go to the hospital?" heeseung asks, voice growing loud with concern. he tries the doorknob.

"no!" you yell a little too loud. "it's just—i just need to be left alone, please."

silence.

you hold your breath, staring at your reflection in the mirror.

you don't even know who's looking back at you.

"okay," heeseung finally says after a few moments. "let me know if you need anything, please?"

you call out a reply, collapsing to the bathroom floor once you hear your door close once more.

---

you ignore him for a week.

he tries to come over but you shoo him away with one excuse or another. your conversations are contained in dry texts and obligated phone calls. he asks what's wrong. he pleads with you.

nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong!

heeseung seems like a far-off memory now. you haven't properly looked at his face in days. you haven't held him in much longer.

today, he's waiting for you outside your dorm. he looks like shit. dark circles under his eyes, hair disheveled, clothes unironed.

"baby, what's happening?" heeseung asks, not even sparing you any formalities. no 'hey', 'hi', or 'hello'.

he holds you by the arms, still gentle as ever and only now do you see the damage in his eyes. damage you've inflicted.

"i—," you begin. what are you going to say? sorry, i've been fucking sunghoon behind your back for the better part of four months, i let him call me his and i agree when he says he's mine?

"i can't do this anymore," you whisper, head hung low.

"do what? what can't you do?" heeseung demands, voice rising into a desperate whine.

"baby, please," he continues, sinking to his knees. he looks up at you and he's crying.

"what did i do?"

you watch heeseung sob at your feet and it's the most difficult thing you've had to watch thus far. you ball your hands into fists, confused, angry, regretful.

where's that ego now, heeseung? why aren't you mad? be mad! yell at me, blame me for something, tell me how much better off you'd be with someone else! make it easier for me to tell the world that you hurt me!

"you didn't do anything," you say, tears now falling from your own eyes.

heeseung just looks at you. looks at you for what seems like hours. his face, previously crumped up in despair, morphs into an expression of clarity.

he knows.

heeseung pulls himself up from the ground, letting go of you and stepping back, as if shocked by electricity.

"i hope you're happy."

you know what that means.

go fuck yourself. fuck you and whoever the guy is. you're a whore, a bitch, a waste of my time!

you look at heeseung one final time, shoulders shaking as your whole body is racked with sobs.

"i love you," heeseung declares.

he brushes past you, down the stairs, out the lobby, out the exit.

out of your life.

---

you truly are sick. you're vile. you're the worst.

sunghoon knows even before you can say anything. he pulls you into his room and into his arms, whispering nonsense to you as you cry into his chest.

and then you're kissing, hands pulling at clothes, tongues dragging against skin, blood rushing in your ears.

you know this makes sunghoon feel better about himself. you're not stupid. you carried out a secret affair for weeks. of course, you aren't.

you realize now that it's sunghoon who has an ego.

he relishes in the way you cling to him so desperately, basks in the sounds you make, mixed with his name.

"i've got you," sunghoon reassures, arms braced on either side of your head as he fucks you down on his bed.

"please," you whimper out, holding sunghoon's face in your hands. he's going so deep, abusing your hole and it feels so good.

sunghoon kisses you and it's forceful and needy and everything you need at this moment.

"you're mine," sunghoon grunts, your bottom lip caught between his.

you mewl as he lets go of your lip with a tug.

"i'm yours," you say.

sunghoon leaves kisses all over your chest, neck, and jaw. he's getting you closer to your release. you want it, you want it so bad.

"and i'm yours?" sunghoon questions, kissing behind your ear.

"all mine," you confirm.

---

you wake up the next day, limbs heavy and a colossal headache bursting through your head. you feel arms tighten around your midsection and it's a tidal wave of memories of the day before for the next few seconds.

you bury yourself further into the pillows and covers.

sunghoon kisses the nape of your neck and you drift back into sleep.

[lovebombs4life]

smut with calum where y/n seems more innocent but she really just wants calum to rail her and lots of dirty talk xoxo

oxytocin - c.t.h.

requested: yes! i’m thinking of this in the middle of class as usual 🧍🏻‍♀️

a/n: back on that work grind 💪💪 hope you guys like this one :)

cw: SMUT!! rough sex, doggy, spanking, choking, bathroom sex, harsh names, dirty talk

———

as the music boomed inside the house, i stood against the wall, sipping on my drink. luke dragged me here, knowing parties weren’t exactly my favorite.

he wanted me to meet his other friends. i totally understood that, but why did it need to be massive party?

“y/n, come on! the guys are here, i want you to meet them!” luke yelled, dragging me to the kitchen. i rolled my eyes, straightening out my skirt as i followed him to the kitchen.

“oh shit.” i heard as i walked in the kitchen. i ignored it, smiling softly at the guys in front of me. “this is michael, that’s ashton, and that there is calum. boys, this is y/n.” luke said, introducing me.

i waved shyly, watching calum. i’d never seen a hotter man standing in front of me. his t-shirt hugged his arms, showing off his biceps. i wanted to take a bite out of one.

i scanned his tattoos, admiring how they looked on his tan skin. his hair was jet black and curly, and i wanted nothing more than to pull on it.

i bit my lip, looking down at the floor before turning my attention back to what luke was saying. “i’ve been meaning to introduce everyone for a while now, and if seemed like now was the best time.”

i nodded, glancing back over at calum, who was already watching me. his cheeks were flushed as he watched me up and down.

i smirked slightly, trying to contain myself. “it’s really nice to meet you guys. i’ve been so nervous to meet you all.” i smiled, looking down again.

i fiddled with the hem of my skirt, brining it up slightly. i could see calum’s eyes widen. my thighs were almost on full display. i smiled innocently, looking up at calum through my lashes.

luke kept talking, calum and i clearly not listening. once he stopped, we all dispersed around. calum followed me to grab a drink, starting a conversation with me.

“y’know you’re really gorgeous.” he said, watching me get a drink. i blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“thank you. you are too.” i giggled. he smiled at me, grabbing a drink for himself. “so how long have you known luke?” he asked.

“uhm, about three years? he hadn’t been paying attention and rammed his shopping cart into mine, and we yelled at each other. but oddly enough it felt natural. then we became friends, i guess.” i laughed.

“three years and i’m only now meeting you? fuck me, that’s a long time.” he chuckled. i smiled, nodding. i leaned in next to his ear. whispering.

“if you’re offering me to fuck you, i’ll surely take that offer.” his eyes widened as he choked on his drink, coughing.

i giggled, acting as if i didn’t just whisper that to him. “what?” he questioned, catching his breath.

“what?” i shrugged at him, innocently smiling. he took a deep breath, throwing his head back against the wall. i leaned over to him, kissing his neck.

he groaned, moving his head farther. i grabbed his hand once i pulled away, brining him upstairs into the bathroom.

i kissed at his neck again, sucking marks onto his skin. i made my way to his lips, sliding my tongue into his mouth.

our tongues twisted together, our breathing getting heavier by the minute. he grabbed onto my hips, pulling them to his. i could feel his growing length on my thigh, making me moan.

“fuck, y/n, didn’t know you were so dirty.” he spoke, pulling away. i giggled, grinding my hips onto his.

“just want your cock so bad. i saw the way you were watching me, trying to see farther up my skirt.” i teased him. he pushed me back against the sink, my legs wrapping around his waist. he licked at my neck, biting at the skin.

i whimpered, loving the pain. “such a slut, huh?” he taunted. i giggled, letting out a moan as he pulled my skirt up my hips. his hand found its way to my pussy, rubbing me through my panties

“want you so bad, calum. want you to fuck me til i can’t stand.” i whined, palming him through his jeans. he chuckled, nipping at my skin again.

“who knew you were so dirty? seemed so innocent and shy when i met you.” he spoke, dipping him fingers under my waist band, pulling my panties off.

his fingers swiped at my folds, collecting my wetness. “wish i could taste you, darling, guess that’ll have to wait for next time.” he groaned, sliding a finger into me.

i gasped at the sensation, making him smirk as he slid another finger inside my pussy. his thumb met my clit, rubbing it in harsh circles. he curled his fingers upwards as he pumped them into me, my toes curling as i came closer to my orgasm.

“cal, need you to stop, wanna cum on your cock.” i moaned. he kissed me, slowly pulling his fingers out. he lifted them to his lips, sucking them clean.

“can’t wait til i get to really taste you.” he said, unbuttoning his jeans. i bit my lip as i watched him pull out his dick.

“you gonna be able to handle me baby?” he taunted. i nodded. “don’t care if it hurts, just want you inside me.” i whimpered.

he slowly pushed himself into me, before picking up his pace. i rolled back my eyes as he hit inside me, wanting this feeling to last forever.

“what, you gonna cum already?” he asked cockily. i shook my head. “just feels so good, want you deeper.” i begged.

he grabbed me off the counter, pulling out quickly and turning me around. he slipped back in, grabbing my hips. he held my back to his chest as he fucked into me.

“open your eyes darling, want you to see how good you look when i’ve got my cock inside you.” he said, his hand squeezing at my throat.

i struggled to open my eyes, watching as he pounded inside me. his pace was quick, making my body shake. i leaned my head back against his shoulder, letting him choke me.

“harder.” i choked out. he grunted, pushing farther into me. i gasped for air, his hand loosening its grip.

i bit at his neck, making him moan. he pushed me down so my face was against the glass of the mirror.

he rammed his cock into my pussy, stacking my ass. i yelped, wanting him to do it again. “such a pain slut. love when i smack your ass and when i bite you? so fucking naughty.” he bellowed.

my legs started twitching and getting weaker as i leaned against the counter, getting close to my orgasm. “fuck, cal, choke me again, im so close.” i begged.

he chuckled, wrapping his fingers around my throat. i moaned, his name falling from my lips as my eyes rolled back.

his hips started stuttering as he helped me ride out my high. he pulled out quickly, shooting ropes of his cum on my ass.

“you’re such a slut. can’t wait to fuck you again.” he said, looking at the makeup running down my face.

“how about a date first before we fuck again?” i asked shyly.

he kissed me softly. “i don’t see why not.”

[nadvs]

you know what honestly take this as a compliment but you have ruined all smut for me that isn’t written by you.. like don’t get me wrong there are amazing writers but no one else captures both the physical AND emotional intimacy quite the way you do.

I feel like 90% of smut i’ve seen out there is physical and somehow you are able to weave the feelings into it and it’s just made me so much more invested in the stories you write. bruhh what do i do cause i basically just check your blog everyday 😭 because once ive seen and gotten to this quality of writing it’s like.. i cant go back and lowkey makes me not want to read anything else lolol. please never stop writing you’ve got the most loyal reader standing in front of you

🧍🏻‍♀️ < me

wowowow this is the biggest compliment ever THANK YOU 😭 i’m so flattered and so floored like i can’t even express how much this means to me as a writer and what an incredible message it is to get because to be honest, i feel like there’s sooo many writers here that i don’t even come close to so i’m just like. in shock rn.

feedback is what keeps me writing and i can’t say enough how much support like this helps me stay inspired and gives me a reason to keep putting my all into my work!! hehe noooo worries, i’m not planning to stop any time soon 🥹💘

[mrsbsmooth]

Yeaaahh no, I’m replaying and twisting with Stefan 🧍🏻‍♀️ I mean I didn’t stick because of Jude in the first place, I stuck because of Hamish and I didn’t want my bacon king to think I was interested in anyone at casa but the fact that Hamish was more loyal to MC than their own partner is wild to me. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s realistic that our LI twisted because of how shaky things are and how uncertain they were feeling, and on top of that I didn’t write him a note so I don’t know if that effects him twisting or not but still (was NOT paying those 30 gems). I’m still flabbergasted that Jude twisted and Hamish is staying loyal to MC sleeping on the daybeds and being all sad that we’re gone, like the math ain’t mathing (it is but I’m just upset like huh? I literally told Uma I trusted Jude and this is how shit goes). I’m sad that Uma hasn’t changed from S7, she could have had some character development but I get it she needed to stay in the Villa somehow and every other guy except Henri (and Jude apparently) was staying loyal to their partners (hopefully these words don’t bite me in the ass).

I’m so torn and don’t know what to do, I need your help. I want to replay to Twist with Stefan, but I want Jude to feel guilty for twisting and me sticking. I also don’t want Hamish to see me twist and think I’m all about/interested in my ex (even though I low-key am). I want Hamish to know I stood loyal to HIM and NOT Jude. Natasha brought Stefan back so like I don’t even really have to replay, but I also want to be petty and bring Stefan back just cause I do like him a little (maybe a lot) and I don’t want him to think I don’t like him cause I didn’t twist (also wanna make Jude feel how he made me feel). What should I do? :( Should I replay and twist with Stefan or stick for my bacon king + making Jude feel guilty?

Honestly?? I reckon:

Stick. Stick for Jude.

If he twisted with Uma: You will get to rub it in his face sooooo harrrddddddd. Maybe you'll be allowed to couple up with the Ham man if he's also single 👀

If everyone on here's right and Uma's literally just standing next to him: You'll be able to stick with Jude and then tell Hamish you were loyal for him??? Hopefully???

Stefan is coming back to the villa regardless of what you do.

I'm bringing back Marshall because I'm genuinely SCREAMING over the reunion potential between him and Hamish. I NEED them to lose their shit and if they don't I'm gonna cry.

[jeeyuns]

an odd morning in the life of teenie

y'alllll i'm just minding my business working from home today, on the couch. laptop out with docs and sheets open, tv on with 911 4x13 and 4x14 on because TODAY is the hiatus rewatch EPIC DAY.

i get a text from the neighbor in the the downstairs condo asking if i could kindly open our unit door so that Billy and Jim (remember them, teenie? they're coming to measure something since neighbor is a little paranoid about the smell rising up from the gas vents when the weather changes) can get through downstairs to the neighbor's unit.

neighbor's not home, but we agreed they will leave their back kitchen door open so these inspectors can get in and do their work through ours. the appointed time comes, the doorbell rings. i get up and make sure i have pants on. my hair's a lost cause but whatevs, i'm presentable. i hop down the stairs to open the door for Billy and Jim and LO AND BEHOLD neighbor had called the local firefighters.

they're greeting me and i robotically go through the social graces. the whole time i'm screaming internally because WHY are they in full turnouts. goddd i hate how uniforms are such a weakness for me. they apologize for not taking off their heavy work boots. i stutter that's uhhh that's no problem at all and snap my damn mouth closed before i can get worse.

they're nice, they chit chat as they walk through my house and down the back connecting doors down to the neighbor's. they've come here straight after another call, they said! wow, okay, i'm standing like 🧍🏻‍♀️in my kitchen waiting for them to come back up all awkward. head empty. they finish measuring pretty quickly and thump up the tiny narrow back stairs. i apologize for my cat binx army crawling past them in shock. me too buddy, me too.

they assure me the scent is normal and that they'll inform the neighbor themselves with a report. i nod and hold the door for them, trying to hold eye contact and failing because my ability to function in high capacity is INCAPACITATED BY HOT MEN IN UNIFORM WHO ARE FIREFIGHTERS.

they glance over at the tv as they walk out the door and Jim (? i think) turns to Billy and chuckles oh hey isn't that the buddy cop show? the rookie or something, right? i'm behind them spluttering because I FORGOT WHAT I PAUSED HOLY SHIT. Billy, oh, informed Billy, said: nah Jim, I think you mean Buddie. That's that 9-1-1 firefighters, right, miss? They turn to me as they step out onto the front porch. i have lost my mind. i nod frantically, mute. i shut the door.

this was the still my tv was paused on.

[seulszn]

Can you make head cannons of Abby, Bella, Or Ellie dating a Haitian Reader? Like i imagine them to be so into learning about their S/O culture and language. And tearing UP their cultural food

BELLA DATING A LATINA (Haitian) READER

Yes I love this so much as a Haitian who is in love with Bella, Ellie and Abby this is gonna fill my little heart (and hopefully yours as well 😊) #LatinasforBellaramsey

Let’s say your really fluent in Haitian Creole Bella would 100% wanna learn a thing or two so you guys can comunícate with each other. I also have a feeling Bella has a notebook to write down some creole to remember. I lowkey imagine it going a little something like this:

“How do you say hi my name is in Haitian Creole?” You turn to Bella with a smile on your face closing your book “Salut non mwen se” you say as Bella nods his head and jots down what you said “thanks mon amour” Bella said as you snicker nodding your head.

Let’s say your a actress and your doing a Interview and the person interviewing you also so happens to be Haitian I feel like there would be a small segment where it’s you and the interviewer would just start talking in fluent creole and Bella would just sit their like this 🧍🏻‍♀️and nodding their head understand parts of what you guys are talking about. They so cute I feel like they would blurt out “I know a couple of these words”

Now to add on to the notebook thing. I feel like Bella would use it everyday writing down new phrases, or words you say even if she doesn’t know how to spell it and she would hand you the notebook at the end of the day with like ten or twenty new phrases for you to look over. You think it’s cute having a S/O who is so into learning so much about your culture.

“Here babe look over this for me” Bella says handing you her notebook with words that are misspelled and just all over the place. You smile at it before rewriting some words for him “modi li means damn it” you say glancing at them Bella nods his head staring at both you and the notebook. “Bella why are you so into learning Haitian Creole?” You asked as Bella smiles at you “because it’s important to learn different things and also because your culture seems so fun to learn” they would say as you smile.

Bella would 100% be into learning cultural haitian dances and since Bella is already good at dancing it wouldn’t be that hard to teach her (you guys know that she’s so hot trend on TikTok Bella would beg you to teach her how to do it)

When it comes to your cultural food Bella would EAT I mean she will be asking for seconds, thirds, fourths and even fifths to take home.

“plis manje cheri?” Your mother says holding a big pot of Diri ak Pwa Bella turns to you confused waiting for you to translate what your mother had said “she’s asking you if you want some more food” you translate as Bella nods her head like a happy hungry child “mèsi madam” your girlfriend says to your mother thanking her, your mom smiles patting her head and whispering how cute she is.

Bella would love your family gathering she thinks it’s a perfect way to bond with the people who basically raised you, everyone would love her, the elders, the kids, even the pets. The kids would point at her and whisper things to each other in awe

“My cousins are big fans of you” you would whisper point at the kids standing a few feet away from the two of you “really?” You would nod your head before ushering them over to introduce themself. “ou te yon sòsyè pa vre?” Your little four year old cousin ask holding a stuff animal your girlfriend turns to you before you translate “you played a witch” you translate as Bella nods her head with a smile. They pull Bella away to play with her.

Some of the adults would have a problem with you dating Bella because she’s a girl but majority of them don’t really care. Some of them proud of you for finally coming out after years and years of you and your fruity actions.

“Your girlfriend is cute” Your grandma says placing fried plantains in front of you “thank you grandma” you answer as she smiles at you and places a kiss onto your forehead “also beware dear your homophobic family members are here” your grandma says warning you and pointing to people behind you.

Bella would always think about you when she’s working taking pictures of Haitian snacks/food she surprisedly found taking pictures of it and sending them to you with a grin.

“Oh my gosh you got Bonbon Amidon” you say with a big smile on your face. Bella nods her head before taking other snacks and desserts from out of a plastic bag and placing them onto the table “these where my favorites as a child.” You add as Bella opens up one and pops it into her mouth “so what else was from your childhood or your favorite” they say pointing at the snacks on the table.

You always cook vegan free foods for Bella to eat since you know they love your food dearly but if you can’t figure out how you would always call your mother and she would walk you through some vegan free dishes

Bella would learn a lot of Haitian songs on her guitar and you would only smile at the kind gesture. You and Bella would have a little singing and dancing session with you just just jamming out to Haitian songs.

"You are too cute Bella" you say as he turns to you with a grin on his face "what can I say i have a pretty cool girlfriend.”

To wrap it up Bella would 100% love you and everything about you and your culture.

Another Request done I really hope you guys enjoyed this one I tried my absolute hardest with this one and I will work on the Ellie and Abby one later I take criticism so please give me feedback and please request :) orevwa Ⓒ︎ bellaxellie.

[apricusapollo]

regarding the uni post, could you not do one as a minor? or maybe take some of the papers from the class you don't choose as electives? idk if that's how uni works over there (i mean i assume it's the same as it is for me but idk). either way, personally i agree w the reply you posted, english is far more common and accessible so to study georgian could lead to more niche and interesting job opportunities in future, particularly in academia (i think? idk for sure tho, i'm not studing anything language/lit related), plus it would stand out more on a resumé/cv.

tbh i reckon they're both cool as fuck options and i say that if you still wanna do both when major selection rolls around you can always take one as a minor or maybe try taking both and doing a double major, assuming they're both part of the same dehree? plus if you choose one and realise later you'd rather do the other you can always change your major :)

one of the reasons why I constantly have crisis over all of this is because people around you here irl are always like "ohh you gotta choose your major ASAP!!" and then when you have questions no one has answers 😭😭 you cannot find proper information on universities' websites and majority of teachers graduated and got their degrees while soviet union was still a thing and education was a lot different, and I don't even know if the university I'm thinking about has open doors day (when you can go to uni and ask them questions about majors and everything) so I'm just 🧍🏻‍♀️and hoping for the best tbh 😭😭

[zhongrin]

Rin I absolutely love you!!<3 you're amazing and so strong, so admirable too ❤️ Zhongli and Alhaitham need to look out for their wife or else I might steal her from them //hi 🤭💞

Speaking of!

Do ya have any thoughts on royal!au with your selfships? <33

vi please you'll make me cry you adorable being *pats and pinches your cheeks* <3 haitham said "your lover would most likely distract you first before you could even lift a finger" 👀

oughhhh royal!au... i have had a few brainrots. i mean. emperor!zhongli... hhhshhshdfhlsdkljfsd *frothes* *cries* *melts*

no but like would it be funny if he always goes around incognito to blend with the common people and he stumbles onto my teashop. and he becomes a regular. and we go on dates and everything until one day xiao just comes by to pick him up and calls him 'your majesty' and i'm just here like 🧍🏻‍♀️ huh. what. what do you mean-????????

as for haitham.... hmmm. i can see him as a prince who's studious and a bit of a recluse despite being capable because he doesn't want to stand out lmao maybe we'd meet through an arranged marriage thingy where he welcomes the arrangement because, at first glance, there are a lot of pros for him? and slowly we'd get to know each other and fall in love and start to date for real and one day we'd have an epiphany like "oh right we're already married, aren't we. welp." lol

how would a royal!au unfold for baivi? <3

[mymoodwriting]

I saw your reply to that person about the MinSung song question, and honestly I completely agree with you! Like everything that you said are very agreeable to me. I know that what influenced me the most to have this opinion would just be how I dont ship idols but honestly I noticed that JYP has been very heavy with fan service lately (from member shipping to “assigned” personalities, something I tend to get annoyed in kpop :”). I can’t exactly tell if they’ve been like this way way back then but I can say I noticed it HEAVILY like these past few years. So I’m honestly very much not surprised for them to cater a lot to the shippers because I do notice that they seem to increase by tenfold these days in Stays😅 I mean shippers have always existed but I guess it got very strong to the point the company decides to cater them even more..? Anyways it does sometimes annoy me with all this fanservice and all but,,,, as long as the members don’t mind its okay(??) At the end of the day, the song is sweet and I can say MinSung seems to have better friendship these days but hope this whole shipping thing that their company pushes won’t ruint that😅

((Okay and I’m sorry for rambling because I’ve always wanted to express this and I just got carried away——-🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️)

Hi, hi, I'm glad to know I'm not the outlier here with the MinSung stuff, also sorry for such a late reply. I didn't mention it in my original response, but I know many companies, not just kpop, will do fanservice and cater to shippers because they bring in money. Like the song might not have gotten as much attention, or spoken about as much if it was a solo or perhaps another duo.

It can be weird at times, but also so unfair to the shippers and fans in general cause then certain members get more attention, and the shippers get taken advantage of. We can't really know where SKZ themselves stand with all of this, but I just hope things don't get crazy that we don't get to see MinSung together anymore. The way we see them together now is great, and they're so close and happy with each other.

Don't apologize for rambling, my inbox is always open for that >_< Have a great day Nonnie!

[deathinmonochrome]

Heeeelo there 👋🤡

Just a peek of a book I’m thinking of writing ✊🤠

*Any and all feedback would be great* 🥹🤌

Here’s a song I somewhat took inspiration from 🧍🏻‍♀️

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She’s in the rain. Wet, cold and sad. I’m in the rain. Dry, warm and glad to see her.

I walk to her, umbrella in hand now over her shivering body, she looks at me with sad eyes but she has a small smile when she looks at me top to bottom.

“You look pretty, didn’t know you cleaned up well.”

Everything she said sounded so soothing and I envied her.

How could she portray sadness so beautifully?

I want to hold her. I want to make it go away. Please god make it go away.

“No! Don’t, I’ll ruin your outfit, it’s too good to be wet. Stop….please…. I don’t want to ruin it.” She says “I don’t want to ruin…you”.

“Then ruin it. Ruin me”.

I need her to know that she can.

I want her to.

I want her to know that even though she thinks she’s not supposed to, she can.

I want her to.

I need her to.

Ruin me.

Ruin us.

To the point I’ll only need her.

Want her.

Crave her.

Her body feels so fragile, cold and small. She gives up her plea to push me away.

Don’t Make me go away.

“Please….I’ll only break you.”

Oh darling.

“Break me. I’ll fix it. Put it back together.”

Break me. I’ll fix you. Put us back together.

She falls still. Unmoving

I could feel it. My guts churning

Cold wind blows against me. Against us.

Ah, I can feel again.

I shiver a bit but she stands still.

My stomach drops

She starts sobbing uncontrollably.

Even though I should be smelling the wet mud around me. All I can smell is her. Even though it’s raining heavily around us, all I can touch is her. Even though the wind is strongly blowing around us, all I can feel is her. Even though cars, and people make noise around us, all I can hear is her.

Cursing our fate for my downfall

Begging god to tell her this only a dream

Silence

Again I feel my guts churning.

She makes me feel nostalgic, high, dizzy.

My friends always warned me on how much I consume, and that I’d be an addict. I told myself I’d never get addicted. I won’t be an alcohol addict. I won’t be a drug addict.

I had too much pride in myself to be consumed by something so pathetic.

I am an addict now.

I’m addicted.

To her.

No wonder why they all warned me.

This is how addiction feels.

My heart beating so calmly. Thoughts in my mind blurring away. My knees feeling weak. My stomach feeling light. My body giving out warmth.

“I hate it. I hate you. But I hate the fact that I love you and that I’ll only be your downfall.”

Did she?

Did she mean it-

She said?

Did I hear it right?

“You…love me?”

“How could I not?”

Her arms get tighter around me.

The world seems to be blurred out. Noises turn to those little whispers.

I love you

I love you

But I hate that I love you

I hate it

I hate you

I love you

I-

I’m scared

I’m scared. I’m terrified now.

I love her too

But my voice won’t let me

I LOVE YOU TOO

Just seconds ago I wanted to tell her everything my heart wanted to pour, but now I can’t….my voice won’t-

I feel her arms loosen, eventually coming off me.

She loves me she said

She loved me back….

She takes a step back from me

Looks me in the eyes and says “I love you. I always have. Always will and always would”

But

“But, I’m not ready to feel vulnerable again. I don’t want to feel guilty for making someone like you, lov- like, someone like me.”

“I love you too.”

I feel it again

My thudding heart beats. The racing thoughts in my mind. The electricity in my body.

I can feel every fibre in my body move again.

I need her to know. I want her to know.

I want to feel the addiction again.

She tries to walk away after she realizes what I said.

The panic in her body. The fear in her eyes.

The consequences of what we meant. What we meant to each other.

She’s scared.

All I could do right now was-

Her lips feel so soft. Her wrist was so smooth.

Watermelon. Her favourite flavour vape.

I could feel the rain now. I must have dropped the umbrella.

I pull her close. I hold her close.

Her skin is so cold. Just like her heart.

Walking away? After confessing she loved me?

Something clung to my coat.

Her pretty little hands.

She loves wearing rings, especially silver and platinum.

She likes the thin banded ones. The ones that make her fingers look pretty and delicate.

She’d love the ring I have in mind.

The ring she’ll wear with her pretty white dress.

Oh she’ll love it. Just like she loves me.

I can feel her give in.

Is she as addicted to me and I am to her?

Am I her addiction?

“I tried not to get addicted to you.” she whispered between our kisses

Did she hear me?

Did I show it on my face?

The rain stopped pouring and the wind stopped blowing, but my love for her didn’t stop.

My head feels light. We both needed to breathe but we just couldn’t stop.

We were both addicts. We were both addicted.

Our addictions were to each other.

We parted, but I still wanted to cling to her to the little I could. I let her hands rest on my coat.

Her pretty eyes still held the same sadness she had before, but this time it seemed different.

The difference was…now she had someone to live for. Now she had to bear her pain because someone was willing to bleed by her sharp edges. Someone was willing to pour all of his love to her. Someone who was willing to open her pandora's box.

But she was still afraid.

What if…?

What if she’s not capable of compensating for his love?

What if she hurt him and he just accepted the pain?

What about the guilt?

What about her insecurities?

Will he fix it? Will he be able to fix me? Make me perfect for him?

—————————————————————————

[fairybinie]

OMG! 👏🏻 SO! 👏🏻

A lil backstory, I work at target & this’ my 4-5 week working there. I don’t shop at this one at all since the one that’s closer to me wasn’t hiring at the time. And by the time the one closer to em started hiring, the super target that I never go to card back & a bitch needs money 😫 So I had to learn a whole new layout for this shitty job. And for what I do is basically grabbing items for the ppl who do drive up. And my department is timed. If we go over the given time, then we basically get paid less, the store gets shut down, the store gets a big fine, our department becomes the most hated, & I could possibly get terminated 😃

So, with all these factors, depending on how much time I have, I can extensively help the “guests” or just barely help at all. But cmon, my money >>> these ppl 😭

Today, I was doing a timed batch (a cart where I’m doing multiple ppl’s drive up orders). I had less than 20 minutes & still had quite afew more items to grab. So while minding my business, this lady comes up & asks where the premade breaded pie crust was. At first, I thought she meant like the pre-made dough that pops out when you twist the can, but she was like ‘no no no I mean the premade bread pie crust.’ She was so hard to understand bc of her accent, BUT the thing was, it would flip. So she’d sound like a native once, then a foreigner, so I was rly thrown off when helping her.

So she asked where the bakery was & I pointed since it’s a lot further. She’s like ‘now why would that be there?’ in my mind I’m like ‘bitch ur looking for a pie crust. why wouldn’t it be there?’ But verbally, I said ‘well, if you’re looking for a bakery related item, it should be over there’ & then she snaps. ‘now why would it be over there?! It shouldn’t be over there! It should be over here in the bakery aisle!’ In my mind, I’m like ‘If this bitch think she knows where it’s at, why she bother me?!’

But bc I have to treat the ‘guests’ 🤢, I physically guided her. She huffs rolling her eyes, then said ‘just show me where the bakery aisle is.’ I directed my hands towards the actual bakery since she happened to be right infront of it. So I pointed where I saw most of the pie-related stuff seemed to be & she turns to me, looking at me like I’m dumb & goes ‘well that’s not very helpful.’ But lady… at least show me a picture of what ur looking for. 🧍🏻‍♀️

I liked at my device & had only 15 mins so I apologized saying ‘ma’am, unfortunately I can’t help you right now’ but b4 I could explain myself, she cuts me off ‘well why can’t you check on your device thingy?’ Well here’s some background info on the shitty device called the ✨Zebra✨

This crusty piece of shit is what employees use to check progress, statistics, employee tasks, where an item is, etc. But for some reason, every time I grab one, they’re always buggy WITH JUST ME!!! 😭 But b4 I could explain it to the lady, she was getting snappier ‘just check!!’ & I’m like lady, u don’t understand, I CANT FOR VARIOUS REASONS! Anything is, there were no walkie-talkie, so I couldn’t go grab someone off the floor because everyone is spread out & there was literally no one in site & I don’t have time to look for someone when I haven’t even found the items i needed to look for within the 15 minutes of time I have left 🙏🏻😭

So the lady was clearly fed up with me, so I literally had to use the most valid excuse I could to defend myself. I said ‘I’m still new’ she’s like ‘huh. Seems like everybody else is new here because I literally asked 4 employees before u & they seemed not to know what I was talking about.’ But they’ve been working here for more than a year while I’m barely a month & had very short training to know the whole layout. So she goes ‘ykw, thank you so much for helping me! You are very helpful & I’ll just look for it myself actually thank you so much. Ha ha ha!’ Obv, she was being sarcastic.

My issue with people is, if ur gonna be mean, just be mean. 😭 I can’t stand passive-aggressiveness. Plus, it want an excuse to kick someone out. Like if u wanna make my day miserable, just fucking do it alr. I am naturally and aggressive, blunt person. So seeing ppl dance around the idea of being mean & nice bothers me. just be a bitch, what’s stopping you?! 😭😭

so the lady walks down the aisle looking for it, & as I’m in another aisle looking for something, she comes back from the other side shouting. She’s like ‘hey hey hey! you, do you see this?! yeah!’ and then she start smacking the item?😭 Mind you, there’s a family of 6 right next to me so they turn to her like who tf is this crazy bitch? And she continues ‘yeah just so ur aware, this’ what the item looks like if you ever wanted to know. Thank you so much for helping me, ha ha ha!’ But the whole time I was ignoring her. I did a hair flip just to show that I didn’t care, but in reality I did fucking care. Like I said previously, passive aggressiveness annoys the fuck outta me. 🙂

This’ prolly my 3rd Karen experience ever. The last 2 I thought were pretty bad, but no. Being passive aggressive? Publicly embarrassing me but urself as well? YELLING? Next time, i’m acting deaf.

wow out of all things i certainly wasn’t expecting this like i’m shocked 😭 fun fact i did apply to work at target and they turned me down 😜💅🏻 no but omlll that sounds so stressful like your job already involves so much time management and this lady certainly didn’t help 😭 i’m so sorry you had to deal with a karen ugh that’s the worst </3

[memento-rory]

➞ 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑼𝑨𝑳.

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and ted have been “casual” for months now, and you’re over it. when you tell him you want to be more, ted rejects the idea, and you decide to try to get over him. (requested by anon.)

✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: erm it’s a little angsty because i love drama 🧍🏻‍♀️ afab!reader.

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~2.5k

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: splitting this bad boy in two. expect the next, sexier part soon! 😗 no beta, we die like men here. if you see a mistake, no you didn’t.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You say, and the hand that is lazily rubbing your back stops.

“What do you mean?” Ted asks, raising his eyebrows at you as you sit up, reaching for your bra and shirt that rest at the end of his bed.

Ted sits up as soon as he sees you getting dressed, reaching out to touch your arm in hopes of stopping you.

“I don’t want to do this casual bullshit anymore.” You tell him with a lazy shrug as you clasp your bra. This is something you’ve been ruminating on endlessly, a mighty need to be something more than casual ever-present in your heart.

“Okay…” Ted’s eyebrows furrow, and he turns his body to face you, sitting up straighter. “Okay, then we’ll stop. No harm done.”

You stare at him incredulously, momentarily dropping your shirt into your lap. “Ted, I don’t want to stop,” You huff, wondering how he can be so dense, “I want to be more. I want to be official.”

Ted stays silent for a moment, clearly trying to gather his thoughts. “I thought you said you were okay with being casual.”

“I was!” You reach for your shirt again, hurriedly pulling it over your head. “Casual I can do, but Ted, whatever we’re doing doesn’t feel casual at all. You can’t treat me like a girlfriend in private and then treat me like an acquaintance in public. It fucks with me.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry, but…” Ted ran a hand down his face, clearly a little frustrated at you reneging on your previous agreement. “I’m not looking for anything serious, I was upfront with you about that from the beginning. I just… I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

You stare at him again, your mouth hanging open just slightly as you try to wrap your mind around what he just said. It was such a, frankly, silly thing to say given how he’s been treating you lately. You two have been spending nearly every free second you have together for months, you both have a key to each other’s places, you make dinner together, and you’ve shared a lot of things that neither of you have ever shared with other people. Any time you’re not together, you’re texting each other all of the random thoughts you have, like neither of you can stand to not be in contact with each other.

Not to mention, the sex is anything but casual. Ted takes his time with you, touching and caressing you like he can’t believe you’re real, like you might dissolve under his hands at any moment. He puts you first every time, his own pleasure be damned. Sex with Ted feels like heaven, like worship, like love.

“…Okay,” You nod slowly, getting up from his bed to put your pants on, grabbing your things from his nightstand. “No harm done.” You repeat his words back to him, avoiding his gaze as you leave his bedroom, and then his apartment — maybe for the last time.

God, you think as you stand in front of the mirror, checking your outfit, I do not want to go to this party.

You know Ted will be there, because of course he will. You both share mutual friends, and it’s not like you can ask anyone to pick sides. You would never dream of doing that anyway, but it’s not like anyone even knows you and Ted were hooking up in the first place.

You stare at yourself for a minute, before deciding to change into something a little sexier. Just because Ted isn’t looking for something serious, it doesn’t mean you aren’t. Maybe you could find someone else at this party, someone who would appreciate you in public as much as they do in private.

Really, it’s not like you’re asking for much. You’re not asking for Ted to make some big announcement, to plaster your photo all over his social media, to bring you up in videos or anything.

You sigh, trying to soothe yourself. No use getting worked up over something like this.

You’re a catch and everyone knows it.

That statement proves to be true the minute you walk through the door. Heads turn, and you have several people’s attention as you dive headfirst into the party, making yourself a drink and allowing yourself to let loose for the evening.

You spot Ted in a sea of people — of course you do, he stands a head taller than a good portion of the crowd — but you pay him no mind. (Well, you try to at least, but you’re only human. You sneak a few glances here and there, but only when you know he isn’t looking.)

You mingle and laugh with some of your friends, sit down to play a drinking game, and even do a little tipsy dancing with some of the people grooving in the living room. You catch Ted watching you from the other room, slowly sipping from a red plastic cup as someone else tries to get his attention.

You don’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

As the night starts to wind down and the music changes from upbeat songs to chill jams, you find yourself standing beside the door frame of the kitchen, where things have slowed down and people have funneled out, cradling your half-empty plastic cup in your hands.

“Hey, look who it is.” Schlatt’s voice reaches your ears before you see him. You turn your head just slightly to watch him walk up to you, stopping a little closer than you’re used to.

“Look who it is.” You repeat, smiling up at him. “How’s it going, Big Guy?”

“Just fuckin’ wonderful, now that I know you’re here, sweetheart.” He grins down at you, leaning up against the doorframe with his hand on the space above your head, “You’re lookin’ good tonight. You havin’ fun?”

You turn your body to face him more, resting your back against the door frame, staring up at him. “For the most part, yeah,” You answer honestly. Sure, there is a part of you that’s capital B Bummed about your situation with Ted, but you have had a good time, and — if the rumors surrounding Schlatt were correct — you could probably have an even better time with him.

“‘For the most part’?” He repeats disappointedly, raising his eyebrows. “Listen,” He says, leaning down closer to you, his face inches away from yours. “Why don’t you tell me how I can make your night better, beautiful.” His voice is lower than you’ve heard it before, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You open your mouth to answer him, ready to tell him that he can take you away from this party and back to his place to show you a good time, but as soon as you start to speak, someone interrupts you.

“Schlatt!” Ted’s voice is chipper, but he claps Schlatt on the back a little too hard to be friendly. “And (Y/N)! What’s up, what’s going on?”

Schlatt doesn’t move from his position, his hand still resting on the doorframe above you, and why would he? It’s not like Ted ever told him about the two of you. As far as Schlatt knows, this is just a friendly interaction.

But you know it’s not. Ted’s smile is far too wide for someone trying to have a normal interaction, and maybe Schlatt will chalk it up to Ted being tipsy, but you can see in Ted’s eyes that he’s pissed.

What does he have to be pissed about? He’s the one that said he isn’t looking for anything. Who does he think he is?

You smile up at Ted, before looking back at Schlatt, “We’re just chattin’. I think we were getting ready to bounce, actually?” You hint at Schlatt, who grins deviously.

“Yeah, sick,” Ted nods slowly, his smile wavering just slightly. If you’d blinked you would have missed it. “Mind if I come too? It’d save me from having to get a Lyft home.”

Oh, my God. He’s cockblocking you. He’s actually cockblocking you.

“I don’t think we’re headed in your direction.” You say, with your own sickly sweet smile on your face.

“Oh, really?” Ted asks, raising his eyebrows, “Where are you guys going?”

“My place.” You tell him through gritted teeth. “Is that okay with you?” You don’t mean to say it, but nevertheless it comes out.

Schlatt can tell something is up, and he quirks an eyebrow curiously. “What the fuck is going on right now? I feel like I’m in the middle of a fuckin’ lover’s quarrel or somethin’.”

Schlatt’s keen observation is met with silence.

“Oh, shit,” He laughs, “I actually am, holy shit.”

“Schlatt—“ You start, but he pushes off of the doorframe, before patting Ted on the shoulder.

“Figure this shit out, man,” He tells Ted, before walking away, still laughing and shaking his head.

“What the fuck, Ted?” You say as soon as Schlatt is out of earshot.

“Don’t ‘what the fuck’ me,” Ted frowns down at you, “What are you doing? Trying to hook up with Schlatt, really?”

You scowl at him. “Yes, really.” You roll your eyes at him, “What’s it to you, anyway? You don’t want me, why do you care if someone else does?”

“I never said that I don’t want—“ Ted sighs a heavy sigh, looking around at the still-crowded party. “Look, can we talk about this somewhere else?”

“We don’t need to talk about this anywhere else. You made yourself pretty fucking clear this morning.”

“Would you just hear me out, please?”

You look at him, and he stares back down at you, a pleading expression on his face. He looks so sincere that you can’t help but give in, no matter how badly you don’t want to.

“Fine.” You spit out, crossing your arms over your chest. “But you’re paying for the Lyft — and we’re going to my place. I’m not about to have to leave your place upset for a second time today.”

The ride to your place is absolutely silent, save for the soft music playing from the radio of your Lyft driver’s car. Neither of you really want to hash this out for a complete stranger to hear, so you both stare out your windows in the backseat until the car pulls up to your place.

You don’t wait for Ted as you walk up to your door and unlock it, stepping inside and immediately kicking your shoes off.

Ted enters shortly after, taking his own shoes off, making himself at home like he always does. He follows you over to the couch and you both sit, an almost uncomfortable distance between the two of you.

“Well?” You say expectantly, looking over at him.

“Okay, look, you have every right to be pissed right now—“

“Yeah I do—“

“(Y/N),” Ted sighs, turning his body to face you, “Can you just let me talk?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, nodding, permitting him to continue.

“I don’t want to be casual either.” Ted starts, and your eyebrows furrow before you can register making a face.

“Then why did you tell me no? What’s changed since this morning?” You cross your arms over your chest, your eyebrows furrowing even deeper as you think about what had gone down this morning.

“I don’t like how it felt to see you with someone else — and with Schlatt, of all people.”

You release a frustrated sigh, standing up from the couch. “At least he seemed genuinely interested in me.” You snark, making your way to your kitchen. You could use a drink right about now if you’re going to rehash this argument.

Ted’s up in a flash, following after you. “(Y/N), I’m interested in you.”

You open your fridge and pull out a drink, rolling your eyes where Ted can’t see. “Really, Ted? Because it seems you’re only interested in me when someone else is.” You pop the top off your drink and toss it in the trash can.

“That’s not fair.”

You nearly slam the fridge shut, whipping around to face him. “Who are you to talk about fair?” You laugh, mirthless. “I’ve been playing by your rules for months but I want to make my own rules and suddenly it’s not fair.”

Ted opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt him, stepping closer to him, until you’re right in his face. “What’s not fair is stringing me along and treating me like you… like you fucking love me or something in private and then acting like you barely know me in public, like we’re fucking coworkers, despite the fact that you know me more intimately than anyone else in this world.”

“Okay! Okay, you’re right, fuck.” Ted huffs out, rubbing at his temples. “I’ve been a real asshole. I know that.”

He leans back against the countertop, staring over at you with a soft expression. “What I said earlier was fuckin’ stupid. I don’t just want you because I don’t want you to be with someone else.” He bites his lip, pausing to search for the right words. “Look, it’s not… easy, being in the public eye, okay? I said I wasn’t looking for anything serious because I don’t want you to have to deal with assholes on the internet just for existing near me.”

Your own expression softens at his explanation, but you still scowl just a little. “Ted, that should be my decision then, not yours. I’m a big girl, I can handle that shit.”

“I know that.” Ted nods, “I know. I should have just said that in the first place, but (Y/N), I really care about you. Like, a lot, and it would fuckin’ kill me if somebody were to say something mean about you.”

“Like I care,” You can’t help but roll your eyes. You have never and will never care about what any stranger behind a screen has to say about you. “Ted, all that matters is you and me. I don’t give a fuck about what anyone else has to say about it.”

Ted reaches his hand out for you, and as you take it, he pulls you close to him. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He says, leaning down to press a kiss on top of your head. “I want to be with you for real. I’m sorry I was a fucking idiot about it.”

You set your drink down on the counter beside him before wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. “It’s okay. I get it. You were worried about me, even if you went about it in a real roundabout way.” You tease. “I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to make it up to me.”

You pull back a bit to look up at him and find him smiling down at you mischievously.

“I can think of a few ways.” He murmurs, before switching positions with you to hoist you up onto the counter.

You can’t help the giggle that slips out as his lips find yours, and everything feels normal again.