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00valentina-writes00 · 3 days ago
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I live for vi shirtless drabbles, can we get another?
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Warnings: nipple play, teasing, use of piercings for stimulation, desperate gay panic.
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Vi is walking around shirtless again.
Like it’s nothing. Like she’s not standing in the middle of your shared kitchen, completely braless, abs flexing as she absentmindedly taps at the microwave, waiting for her cheap instant ramen to finish heating up. The dim glow of the microwave light catches on the silver barbells piercing through her nipples, the metal glinting every time she shifts her weight.
And you—well, you’re fucking suffering.
You swear she does it on purpose, parading around like that, knowing damn well the effect it has on you. Your mouth is dry, but somehow, you’re practically drooling at the sight, your fingers twitching against your thighs with the urge to touch. Vi, oblivious (or pretending to be), scratches at her stomach, fingers skating just under the band of her sweats, and you have to bite your lip to keep from making a noise.
The microwave beeps. Vi hums, turning away from you to grab a bowl, and just like that, your last bit of restraint snaps.
You’re behind her in an instant, pressing your chest into her broad back, hands sliding up from her toned stomach to her bare tits. Vi barely has a second to react before you squeeze—firm, deliberate—rolling the sensitive flesh between your fingers, thumbs flicking over the cool metal of her piercings.
Vi curses, her whole body jerking at the sudden stimulation. “F-fuck—baby, what the hell?”
“You wanna walk around with these out,” you murmur against her neck, nipping at the skin as you tweak her nipples again, “then you deal with the consequences.”
She sucks in a breath, muscles tensing, hands gripping the edge of the counter like she’s debating between throwing you off or letting you ruin her. Judging by the shaky exhale and the way her hips press back into you, she’s leaning toward the latter.
“Jesus,” Vi breathes, head tipping forward as you roll her nipples between your fingers, tugging just enough to send sharp pleasure shooting through her. The little gasp she lets out is addictive, makes you press yourself harder against her ass, grinding slow.
“You’re sensitive,” you tease, licking at the side of her neck. “Guess that’s what happens when you keep these pretty little things pierced, huh?”
“Y-you—” Vi tries to sound tough, but her voice wavers, betraying her. She’s panting now, body flexing under your touch, her nipples stiff against your palms. The microwave beeps again, but neither of you give a fuck anymore.
“You want me to stop?” you ask, knowing damn well what the answer is.
Vi groans, pushing back against you, muscles coiling tight. “If you stop, I’ll fucking kill you.”
You grin, sinking your teeth into her shoulder as your fingers tighten, promising her exactly what she needs.
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lvnleah · 2 days ago
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the boss | bug’s adventures.
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The tactical analysis room was your favourite place to be before training. It was warm, full of voices you knew, and best of all, you got to run around and say hello to everyone before settling into Lotte’s lap with your daily smoothie.
You were only three, but as far as you were concerned, you were just as important as anyone else in the room. Maybe even more.
“Alright, who let the little troublemaker in?” Beth teased as you ran past her chair, your little trainers squeaking against the floor.
You stopped in your tracks and gave her the best glare you could manage. “I not trouble!”
Beth smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Oh, really?”
You pointed at her accusingly. “You is.”
The room erupted in laughter, and Renee, standing by the screen at the front, just shook her head fondly. “I don’t know she any of you even try arguing. You know She always wins.”
You grinned and took a dramatic sip from your smoothie which was just like Lotte’s, but without the weird protein stuff. Just fruit. Because you were very clear that the other stuff was, in your words, yucky.
“Careful, bug,” Renee added, watching as you took off running again. “We don’t need any injuries before training!”
“I’m fast,” you declared proudly. “Faster than all of ‘ou.”
That earned some amused scoffs from around the room.
“Oh yeah?” Alessia grinned, reaching out to tickle your side as you ran past her. “Faster than me?”
You giggled, swatting at her hand. “Yep.”
Alessia gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Wow, just like that? No hesitation?”
“Nope.”
Emily, sitting next to her, snickered. “She’s got no mercy, Less.”
“None at all,” Alessia agreed. “I might cry.”
“You big,” you pointed out matter-of-factly, tilting your head at her. “You can’t cry.”
“Hey bug, be nice yeah?” Lotte reminded you, “It’s okay for anyone to cry, we need to be nice to everyone, okay?”
“I always nice, Mummy!” You huffed, arms crossed over your chest, “It’ okay to cry, Lessi!” You said, patting her knee. 
“Thank you for your permission, bug,” Alessia laughed, shaking her head. 
Lotte, watching from her chair with an amused smile, patted her lap. “Alright, Bug, come here before you actually take someone out.”
You made one more dramatic sprint across the room before clambering onto Katie’s lap first, because she always let you get away with things like stealing her hat. You plopped it onto your head, adjusting it until it sat just right.
“Oi, that’s mine,” Katie pointed out. “Yer’ a little devil!”
You crossed your arms. “Mine now.”
Katie smirked. “Oh yeah? And what if I take it back?”
You narrowed your eyes, gripping the hat tighter. “I’ll tell Mummy.”
The room erupted in laughter again, and Lotte raised an eyebrow. “What am I supposed to do about it, Bug?”
You thought about it for a second before shrugging. “Dunno but you fix stuff.”
With that, you wiggled off Katie’s lap and made your way over to Leah, who lifted you easily onto her knee. “Oi, what about me little miss? No hello?”
You grinned. “Hi, Le.” Then, very seriously, you added, “Mummy’s smoothie is still yucky.”
Kyra burst out laughing. “Tell her again, I don’t think she heard you.”
You turned in your seat, looking right at Lotte. “Yucky smoothie!”
Lotte sighed dramatically. “You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”
You shook your head. “Nope.”
Emily leaned over, grinning. “What’s wrong with it, Bug?”
You wrinkled your nose. “It’ got bits and it’ green.”
Alessia laughed. “The spinach?”
You nodded furiously. “Yucky.”
Beth leaned in with a teasing grin as she tickled your stomach. “But what if that’s what makes Mummy strong, huh? Maybe you need some ‘yucky bits’ to get as fast as you say you are.”
You squealed. “No! I don’ need bits to be fast! I’m already fast!” You turned to Renee, who was still standing at the front, arms crossed and watching the chaos with a fond smile. “Tell ‘em, you the boss!”
Renee chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, I believe you, Bug. But maybe you should prove it, yeah?”
Your eyes lit up, and before anyone could stop you, you wiggled off Leah’s lap and bolted across the room, dodging between chairs and weaving past legs like a little whirlwind. “See? Fast!”
Lotte just sighed, watching you bounce on your toes, clearly ready to take off again. “Bug, come here before you knock someone over.”
You sighed dramatically, because everything you did had to be dramatic, but made your way back over to Lotte, climbing onto her lap with a huff. She adjusted you easily, one arm wrapped around you as she took a sip of her smoothie.
You wrinkled your nose again. “Still yucky, stinky too!”
Katie reached over, tapping your nose lightly. “You know, for someone who says they’re nice, you’re very passionate about Mummy’s smoothie.”
“I am nice!” you insisted. “I just tell the truth.”
Beth laughed. “Can’t argue with that.”
Renee clapped her hands once, bringing the room’s attention back to her. “Alright, enough distractions. You lot have training, and I’ve got things to go over.”
You sighed again, clearly unimpressed by the change in focus. “Boring.”
“Hey,” Renee scolded lightly, though her smile gave her away. “You like it in here, don’t you?”
You nodded, taking another sip of your smoothie. “Yeah. ‘Cause I get cuddles. I be the boss today?”
The whole room laughed, and Lotte pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Alright, little miss Sassypants, time to behave while Renee talks.”
You huffed but snuggled closer, resting your head against Lotte’s shoulder. “Okay
 but after, I wanna race.”
Renee raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And who are you challenging?”
You grinned, eyes scanning the room before pointing directly at Alessia. “Lessi!”
The room exploded with laughter. “Oh, so first I’m not allowed to cry, and now you wanna embarrass me in a race?” Alessia laughed. 
You nodded. “Yep.”
Emily leaned in, grinning. “Better warm up, Less.”
You beamed, wiggling excitedly in Lotte’s lap. “I gonna win.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Alessia teased. “I might have to drink a special yucky smoothie to make sure I’m fast enough.”
You scrunched your nose in horror. “No, Lessi, don’t do it!”
The room erupted in laughter again, and Lotte chuckled, squeezing you tighter. “Alright, that’s enough troublemaking for now.”
You giggled, leaning back against Lotte’s chest, content as the chatter settled and Renee started talking again. You were a little whirlwind and no one minded your little personality. 
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braintarts · 2 days ago
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The definition of Therapy is not debatably- even if you write a long paragraph of incorrect information. Words mean thing even if purposely enjoy using them correctly.
If you Don't know what the APA is [Which is obvious] it stands for the American Psychological Association. Mr. "Appeal to Authority" wanted to pretend he was knowledgeable so It should be obvious, to know about one of the biggest psychological organization in the West. They aren't a perfect organization but the leaders in mental health care determine what the intent of their methodologies actual mean. Not some random scrotes on the internet that want to use therapy speak and can't even bother to get definition on the debate topic correct.
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It even brings up the argument the Mr. Appeal to Authority Fallacy tried to use but didn't actual extrapolate, about Couples & Families therapy. Since you people can be bothered again, to look up what your talking about. The close 2nd definition to Therapy-->Psychotherapy brings up Couples & Families therapy and established the the Mental Health reason for it.
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Uh Oh ! There's that word again about how Therapy exist to "Treat" something for mental illness, emotional or behavior disorder.
What are those Disorders ? Well if you aren't lazy, you could just look up in the DSM what Disorder in Psychology they are talking about. It should be obvious to most people its about psychology since in that field but I digress.
Wanting to change your behavior is not the same as undergoing therapy. Having a bad behavior like [ wanting to stop waking up last minute for your college classes] is not the same as a ]"Behavior disorder like OCD or Bipolar disorder] which again if you want actual learn something and have an inkling of what you are talking about check the DSM or a psychological website that explains them.
We aren't talking about the same thing , you just don't understand the meaning of the words . Though the TRA's behavior has taught the world that certain activist groups don't actual care about using words correctly if it doesn't fit their fantasy :) Can you tell in this sentence I am not referring to behavior in the psychology disorder but in how you general behavior...its almost like words mean things can you tell from context how the word is being used ?
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In regards to the field and abuse- any field that humans are in will be used to harm at some point. Also, every person (every single one) has flaws that, if left unchecked WILL lead them to mistreat others. That's just how being human works
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I really appreciate your entire lack of basic critical thinking, Scrote #1 tried to use a logical fallacy to pretend he couldn't be questioned so I gave an example of why that isn't true :). You are just spectacularly desperate to join in the debate without having an iota of following what's going on huh ?
In fact I even reexplained the rebuttal so your lack of reading comprehension is even more astounding.
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Also Crime committed by certain groups of people at higher rates based of sex [gender isn't real] and Race, Also certain family dynamics do make a child more suspectable to choose a dangerous lifestyle. Not that I expect TRA to use facts because they can't be bothered to use words correctly and to ignorant conflate crime data with phrenology ( I see what You did there)
The most obvious one is most rapist are male you can find that easily by looking at FBI statistics or Research Gate but hey you can't even get through the definition, so using statistical data to use pattern recognition is surely not on the table lol.
you cannot therapize misogyny out of a man because values are not pathologies. him not believing women are human will not be fixed by cbt or exposure therapy because it is not a cognitive health issue. it is an ideological one.
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organic-bloodbath · 3 days ago
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can you pls do a thanks x reader where reader is like lowk a bad ass. enemies to lovers kind of thing. maybe they have known each other for years. she tripped up during mingle but someone saved just in the nick of time but later in the bathroom he yells at her telling her he can’t lose her because he loves her. and then they kiss and stuff and fall asleep together (im a sucker for angst with a fluffy ending🙏)
I love you, fucking idiot
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Thanos x Reader
Summary: As above.
A/N: Hope you like đŸ«¶đŸ»
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You and Thanos had known each other since middle school. You wouldn't consider the two of you friends, honestly you didn't really know what you were since you wouldn't think of you as enemies either. You had always disliked him, atleast that's what you thought, but it wouldn't go as far as hate. More like he simply annoyed the shit out of you. Thanos had been teasing and bickering with you ever since you were teenagers, and he seemed to enjoy it. It was always harmless, he never actually bullied you.
"Well, well, well – look who it is," Thanos said as he approached you and looked at your figure from head to toe before continuing. "I see you've dyed your hair."
Your hair was naturally dark brown, but you had dyed it pink a few months ago.
"Did you do it to match with me?" Thanos smiled. "Didn't know you were so obsessed with me."
"You wish," you denied, rolling your eyes. "I haven't had a single thought about you in several months."
"So, you admit you've sometimes thought about me," he pointed out and brought his hand to rest on his heart. "That's so touching, Cotton Candy."
"Don't be so full of yourself," you scoffed. "And cut the nickname, it's gross."
When the game started right after, Thanos leaned a little closer to you.
"Wanna race?" he asked.
"For what?" you asked, right brow lifted in curiosity.
"If i win, i'll get to keep the nickname for you," he suggested with a smirk.
"And when i win?" you asked. "Because there's no way i'm losing to you."
"I'll drop the nickname."
"Well, challenge accepted."
As you were running forward, trying to ignore Thanos near you, someone suddenly pushed you, making you fall on the ground. You laid there on your back, managing to stay still when the doll turned around to scan any possible movements in the area.
"As clumsy as always," Thanos mocked quietly above you, smirk on his face.
"Shut up," you mumbled in annoyance.
When it was time to move again, Thanos offered his hand to pull you up.
"I don't need your help," you muttered and started to get up.
"Stop being grumpy and take my hand," he insisted.
You rolled your eyes and let him pull you up. However, he pulled you with more force than you had expected, making you almost to trip forward again but he held you still. You were standing against him now, your heads facing each other to make you lock eyes. Right then the doll turned again, forcing you to stay still for a while.
"Did you always have freckles on your cheeks?" Thanos muttered quietly as he examined your face closer, just thinking outloud.
"Duh," you mumbled and got off his grip when you could move again, taking a quick sprint forward to get ahead of him.
In the end, you did win the game just couple of seconds before Thanos, he was running right beside you the entire way.
"Ha! I win," you mocked him. "Didn't know you let yourself go out of shape when you started focusing on rapping."
"You were just lucky this time," he huffed and rolled his eyes, not wanting to bruise his ego by admitting his defeat to you.
"This time? You want to do this again, huh?"
"Until i win."
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The second game arrived the next day and you were supposed to form groups of 5 with each other.
"Alright, Y/N, you're with my team," Thanos stated, as if he had done the decision by himself.
"Um, no thank you," you laughed.
"What do you mean 'no'?" Thanos narrowed his eyes, taking a step closer to you.
"Now, what kind of competition would it be if we played in the same group?" you asked, crossing your arms on your chest. "The group that finishes earlier than the other wins."
"I see," Thanos hummed. "So what's the prize?"
"You'll see," you said and winked, leaving Thanos on his own without another word to search for your own team members.
Thanos wouldn't show it on the outside, but seeing you go and find a different group stinged his heart a little in a horrible way. Having you in the same group would have meant to either die together or live together. Being in different groups would mean the other could die while the other lived. But he couldn't force you to be in his team, no.
Your group played first and you did end up winning five seconds earlier than Thanos' group. It pissed him off so badly how you could win him twice and then rub it on his face afterwards.
"So, what do i owe you?"
"Besides all those pens you never returned to me in middle school?" you asked. "Hm. New shoes."
"Aw, is that a way to ask me to go shopping with you?" Thanos asked, having that same smile on his face which you hated. "I knew you liked my company."
You just punched his shoulder before leaving.
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The third game started, and along with his own team, you stood next to him as well.
"Now, you're not going to start wandering around this room on your own, got it?" Thanos said to you.
"What are you, my dad?" you scoffed, but having a playful smirk on your face. "You can't tell me what to do."
God, it started to annoy him how you took this as a joke. He wanted to keep you safe – no, he needed to keep you safe.
"You're not going to leave my side, are we clear?"
"That bossing me around is both annoying and kind of hot," you admitted, one of your eyebrows lifted.
"Are we clear?" Thanos asked firmly, voice getting louder.
"Yes, sir," you agreed, but Thanos could see that you didn't take him as seriously as he would have hoped.
As the rounds went by, you did stay with him and not go on your own ways. For that, Thanos was more than thankful. Since he had noticed that you kept following him, one round he didn't look so closely at your way anymore. He trusted that you were right behind him again, because the time was running out very, very quickly now and his team was struggling to find a free room. Thanos eventually did get into an empty room right at the last second.
Thanos turned around as the door had closed and locked itself, but when he saw a guy instead of you, his heart stopped. There were three players in the room with him, and none of them were you.
You had been right behind him, he had seen you. Barely two steps behind running and searching for a room with him. Thanos had been sure of it. But you weren't in the room now.
Thanos instantly ran to the gap of the door to peek out as the shootings started.
"Y/N!"
His heart was racing faster than ever before. Several people had been left outside, you included, and now their bodies were being carried into the black coffins tied with those fucking pink bows. It was too dark to recognise which body belonged to you.
Thanos leaned against the wall in disbelief. You couldn't be gone, that was impossible. You could survive anything. You had to.
He looked at his remaining team mates who were all staring at him. Nam-gyu, Se-mi and Gyeong-su, who looked at Thanos with the most terrified look out of all three.
Thanos stormed towards Gyeong-su and slammed him right against the wall, holding him captive by his shoulders.
"Where did you leave Y/N?!" Thanos shouted. "It was supposed to be Y/N!"
Nam-gyu had to pull Thanos away with a good amount of force so that he wouldn't start beating Gyeong-su up completely.
"Chill up, man," Nam-Gyu tried to calm Thanos down. "She probably found another room, don't get all heated up in the middle of the game."
Thanos took a deep breath and scrubbed his face with his hand in frustration. God he was angry - mostly at himself how he had let this happen just like that and not kept a closer eye on you. He should have held your hand to make sure you were there, but he knew you would have refused and only pulled your hand away.
For the next round, he didn't see you anywhere among the players. There were a lot left and he didn't go through the entire carousel because he had lost all hope. He was sure there was no way you could have survived finding a room in just a few seconds.
Thanos didn't say a word as he walked back with his team after the challenge was finished. Nam-gyu tried to talk to him but he didn't spare any attention on him at the moment.
Then, his heart stopped for a mere second when he saw you walking next to another player, having a conversation with her which Thanos couldn't hear. You laughed at something what player 120 said to you.
You were alive. He heard your laugh, which was always louder than many other people's laugh normally were. Thanos was frozen still for a few seconds, only looking towards you.
He was disappointed when he noticed that you kept your attention just on player 120 and didn't scan the room for Thanos as closely as Thanos did for you. But he didn't waste one moment longer until he stormed towards you with large and loud steps that made many other players around him to turn and look at him.
Thanos grabbed your hand without a warning and pulled you behind him towards the bathroom. You tried to yank your hand off but his grip was too tight.
"Su-bong," you said. "Su-bong, stop."
He didn't listen to you, only dragged you after him so fast you were about to trip soon.
"What the fuck, Y/N?" Thanos shouted when the door had closed. He didn't know if anyone was in the stalls right now and he didn't care.
"What?" you asked with brows furrowed, confused what Thanos was on right now.
"Don't you 'what' at me," Thanos spat, then pointing his finger at you. "What the fuck was that in the game?"
"What was?"
Thanos took a deep, frustrated breath in not to explode in total pieces in front of you.
"You didn't come to the room with me," Thanos said with a chuckle, though he found absolutely no part of this conversation funny. "You weren't in our room, Y/N. Why the fuck weren't you there?"
"I tripped," you shrugged. "You were gone already so i found another room."
You looked so indifferent and how this wasn't a big deal. You looked like you didn't care and it made Thanos even more enraged, fire building inside him unbearably hot.
Thanos laughed. Actually laughed. He didn't know where it came from because none of this was funny, but his emotions unfolded in uncontrollable laughter for a moment.
"Okay Thanos, what's going on?" you asked and crossed your arms. "I tripped, found a room and i'm now here."
"Don't you understand, Y/N?" he said in desperation, putting his arms on both of your shoulders. He had stopped laughing, his face completely serious and turning into anger and annoyance again. "You could have died!"
"Yes, Thanos, i know," you took your turn in laughing. "That's the point, they kill who lose-"
"But you could have been one of them!" he yelled at you, his face now only a few inches away from you. As he looked into your eyes, his wide eyes softened and his face relaxed more, voice turning a lot more quiet as well. "I could have lost you, Y/N. I was meant to protect you."
His hands moved upwards to cup your cheeks in their gentle hold.
"I can't watch you die," he said by barely a whisper. You leaned your face into his touch, a smile spreading on your lips. It annoyed Thanos. "What's so funny?"
"You like me," you stated with a grin. "Admit it, you like me."
Thanos huffed and rolled his eyes, letting go off you. He turned around to leave without another word.
"Come on, just say it," you said playfully, starting to follow his back. He gave you only silence and tried to ignore your finger drawing zigzag patterns on his back. "Come onnnnn, Su-bong. You like me, you like me, you like-"
He turned around in a mere second, stopping on his tracks so aprubtly that you bumped on his chest.
"I love you, Y/N!" Thanos shouted. "Don't you get that?"
Your eyes widened and so did his. The words weren't supposed to leave his lips like that, but you managed to press his buttons in a way to squeeze them out of him. You looked at each other, him sparing a quick glance at your lips.
Before either of you knew it, both of you leaned in towards each other and crashed your lips into a hungry kiss.
His arms were roaming all around your body, pulling you tightly against his body by your lower back. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers brushing through his purple hair. His tongue forced your mouth open wider and was able to dig itself deeper to explore new parts of you.
Then, the door of one of the stalls opened slowly a few metres behind you, startling both of you out of the trance of savoring each other.
Min-su looked at both of you awkwardly, hint of pink on his cheeks, then quickly going to wash his hands and avoiding any eye contact with you. Neither you or Thanos moved during this time, not an inch besides of your heads to follow his movements. Your left hand was resting on his shoulder, your right fingers against the back of his neck. Thanos had his hands on your lower back.
Min-su glanced at you, both of you staring at him and waiting for him to leave, and then hurried out of the bathroom without another look. You and Thanos both burst out laughing at the same time.
"Oh my god," you mumbled and wiped a tear out of the corner of your eye.
Thanos put his finger on your chin, a smirk playing on his face.
"So, want to continue this," he suggested, trailing his tattooed finger along your lip and jawline, "somewhere more private, hm?"
You pushed his hand off.
"As if."
You were about to walk past him, but he grabbed your elbow and spun you around back to face him.
"So you're just going to leave me hanging like that, Y/N?" Thanos asked, eyebrows raised close to his hairline.
"Thanos, i'm not going to go to the damn stall with you."
Thanos grabbed your face into his hands, making you look at him. You thought he was going to kiss you again, but he only looked deep into your eyes.
"Y/N, i meant it," he said seriously. "I love you."
Your brows furrowed.
"I love you and i can't handle the feeling inside me when i even think that something bad might have happened to you," he explained with such a vulnerability in his voice you had never experienced before.
You looked at him seriously for a while, until you started to giggle.
"You loveee me," you teased.
"Shut up," Thanos mumbled, rolling his eyes, and turned his back to you.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind and rested your chin on his left shoulder, gently caressing his chest with your palm in a soothing and calming way like you were trying to calm down a child after a breakdown. He stayed still under your touch.
"I think i like you too," you admitted.
"Just 'like'?" he asked. "Like, a friend or what?"
"Well, i wouldn't want to have you die either," you admitted. "It would make me sad."
"Would you cry over me?" Thanos asked.
"I might. A little bit."
Thanos knew you didn't show your true emotions easily to others and especially didn't admit them with words. He had always known that you showed your emotions through actions, not through speech. It would be useless to force you confess 'i love you' back even if you did love him.
"Would you be okay if... you saw me with another woman?" he asked slowly. "Someone else kissing me like we did, hm?"
You were quiet for a moment, still standing behind him on your tiptoes in the same position, but now grabbed his cheeks with your hand, turning his face towards yours. Your faces were so close your noses were only an inch apart from each other.
"You're mine, you hear me?" you stated seriously with a stern voice, fingers pressing hard on his cheeks. "No other woman is going to touch you as long as i live, got it?"
Grin spread on Thanos' face.
"You likeee me," he mocked you with a smile, imitating you.
"I'll hit you if i have to," you threatened but kept your hold on his shoulders as gentle and relaxed as before.
"I know you've fallen so madly in love with me," he insisted.
"And how are you so sure about that?"
Thanos turned around to make your bodies face each other.
"Because when i do this," Thanos said and simply put his hands on your cheek and lower back, pulling you closer, "you get all flustered and you scrunch your nose like this," he explained, slightly scrunching his own nose. "And you get jealous."
"I don't get flustered," you refused, narrowing your eyes, but you could feel your cheeks getting warmer.
"I'll get you to admit it some day."
"Get over yourself."
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When it was time to finally go to sleep, you had just laid yourself on your bunk, until felt another presence behind you. You didn't have to turn around to see who it was.
"If you think i'm going to have sex with you right now, you're very much mistaken," you stated and turned your back to him. "Go to sleep, Thanos."
Thanos scooped over to lay on the bed on his side behind you.
"Who talked about sex?" Thanos asked, like the entire thing was a foreign concept to him. "I'm tired after the game too, you know."
"What are you doing?" you asked as he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, your back against his chest.
"Getting a comfortable position to sleep."
You stretched your neck to look at Thanos over your shoulder.
"You planned to sleep here?"
"Obviously, señorita."
"Why?"
"Because that's what men do when they love a woman – or so i've heard."
"We're not a married couple, Su-bong."
"Do i have to fall on my knees to propose to you right now to make you shut up and accept me as your sleeping buddy?" Thanos asked, looking a little too serious that he'd actually do it if you kept resisting.
You eyed him for a moment until turned your head away from him back to rest on the pillow.
"If your hand wanders anywhere else than my waist i'll kick you to the floor," you stated seriously as you closed your eyes.
"Fair." Thanos lifted his head to plant a soft kiss on your temple. "Goodnight, grumpy princess."
"Gross."
"I know you love it."
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mcflymemes · 9 hours ago
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PROMPTS FOR THE ROMANCE OF BANTER, PLAYFUL SARCASM, AND USING JOKES TO HIDE HOW YOU REALLY FEEL ABOUT THEM *  assorted dialogue, some of which have some implied sarcasm built in (so just feel free to specify with "/s" at the end of each line), adjust as necessary
admit it. you're in love with me.
if only i had someone to go out with...
a date would be really nice right about now.
i might reconsider if you bring me flowers.
were you being serious back there?
did you just try to impress me?
was that another joke, or were you telling the truth?
we agreed that if no one asked us, we'd go together.
keep telling yourself that!
here it comes! the big love confession i've been waiting for!
you've been in love with me since the day we met.
you visited me in my dreams last night.
i know you're in love with me. you just won't say it outloud.
we can't hide this forever.
don't make me beg.
if you weren't so cute, you'd be annoying.
you're not very good at hiding how you feel.
you've been staring at me for a long time now.
is that what you really think of me?
you have feelings for me. admit it.
so what if i've been lying this whole time? for good reason!
you don't make this whole love thing any easier.
you make life difficult.
you're a piece of work.
is that how you really feel?
you're lucky you're so cute.
you're not really going out with them, are you?
i thought we... nevermind.
consider me impressed.
am i annoying you right now?
you didn't like that comment, huh.
i was only kidding!
you wish we were kissing right now.
oh, you'd just love to hear me beg.
i love our little back and forth.
sooner or later we'll have to come clean about how we feel.
i'm not good at hiding my emotions.
when were you going to tell me you were in love with me?
i actually hate your guts.
keep talking like that and you'll see how i really feel.
can your head get any bigger?
was that a joke?
were you just playing with me?
you didn't actually mean that, right?
hang on. you didn't just say that.
that was a joke, right?
this is just how we are when we're together.
i tease you, you tease me.
you and i have always been like this.
if i'm not annoying you, what's the point?
i'm allergic to tickling.
they said we'd make a cute couple. can you believe that?
are you always this annoying?
if i kiss you, will you turn into a prince? yes, i'm implying you're a frog.
you're lucky i love you so much.
you take that back!
that was uncalled for!
this means war!
this calls for a duel!
i'm challenging you to an arm wrestle.
last one there is a rotten egg!
i'm not racing you!
stop looking at me like that.
you stare at me a lot.
i know, i know. i'm irresistable.
something on my face?
a little bird told me you're in love with me.
prove me wrong.
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valiwrites · 2 days ago
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reincarnation ✧.* formula 1
part1 part2 part3
: ̗̀➛ pairing: formula 1 x senna!reincarnation!male!oc (nico santos) : ̗̀➛ warnings: strong language, hate comments : ̗̀➛ author’s note: i wrote this before and got a lot of hate for it. if it’s not your thing, just scroll past—no need to spread negativity. i didn’t write this just to read mean comments.
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lando ✔
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lando no matter where you go, you'll still be my best teammate
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user1 lando what does that mean 😭😭
user2 i'm panicking... what do you mean by that
user3 i think he's leaving mclaren
user4 wait what?? lando or nico?
user3 nico probably bc of everything that has been happening lately
user5 ferrari liked- why did ferrari like this
user6 stop!! i don't want him to leave 😭😭
user7 what if he's leaving leaving
user8 no he isn't he's just changing teams
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f1 ✔
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f1 nico santos is set to join ferrari for the 2025 season! wishing him all the best of luck!
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user1 don't you dare
user2 wait he will be replacing carlos?? then who's replacing nico??
user3 oscar piastri, who was a reserve driver for mclaren
user4 i kinda wanna see nico in red tho ngl
user5 samee he has a bright future in ferrari
user6 imagine he moved to red bull tho
user7 nah he'd be in his prime in red bull
user8 i thought nico and charles didn't like eachother
user9 in 2020 when nico was a rookie, yeah thats when they hated eachother. they are friends now
nicosantos ✔
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nicosantos woooow i swear i was a pro but look at me now, just send me down the slope already, i’ll be fine
 probably. but hey, at least the snow’s soft, right?
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user1 someone check if he's alive 😭
user2 bro i think you’ve discovered a new form of snow angel
user3 helpp
user4 i think ferrari already got to him
user5 how much did you need to pay for that window 😭😭
user6 did you just invent a new way to fall or
?
user7 i don’t think that’s how skiing works, but okay
user8 i think he knows user7 it was a joke
user9 that was the least impressive wipeout I’ve ever seen. try harder next time
user10 that's so fucked up
user11 guess we won’t be seeing you in a ferrari anytime soon, huh?
user12 just make sure you don’t hit your head... ifykyk
user13 the way i gasped
user14 why did adriane like this 💀
user15 bc they know eachother lmao
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lazysoulwriter · 1 day ago
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the guy from outer banks. - drew starkey.
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It was one of those cold days, the kind where the crisp air bites at your skin but the warmth of a cozy café makes it all better. You had found your usual corner by the window, the soft light casting a glow on the pages of your book. You were lost in the world of the novel, your mind wandering with every word, until a voice broke the silence.
“Oh, this book’s really good, huh?”
You looked up, blinking in surprise. A tall guy with messy hair was standing there, a half-smile playing at the corner of his lips. You definitely knew him from somewhere, but for the life of you, you couldn’t place it.
“Yeah, it’s amazing. I’m just getting to the good part,” you replied, trying to place him.
He nodded enthusiastically. “I know what you mean. The twists are unreal.”
You smiled, feeling a little more comfortable. Something about the way he spoke was casual, like you were talking to a friend. Before you could stop him, he casually slid into the chair across from you, uninvited but not unwelcome.
“Uh, okay,” you said with a laugh, raising an eyebrow. “But don’t you think you should ask if I mind sharing my table?”
He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “I figured it was too good a spot to waste. Plus, you seem cool.”
That made you chuckle. “I’m just reading in peace,” you teased.
“I won’t ruin your peace. Promise,” he grinned. “I’m Drew, by the way.”
You blinked again. Drew? That name sounded so familiar. Your mind raced, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “Wait
 aren’t you that guy from Outer Banks?”
His eyes widened in surprise, and then a blush spread across his cheeks. “Uh, yeah. That’s me,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “But please, don’t let that make things weird.”
You waved your hand dismissively. “It’s not weird. I just couldn’t place you at first. But now it’s all coming back to me,” you said, smirking. “You’re the guy who plays
 what’s his name? Rafe, right?”
He groaned, rolling his eyes but clearly amused. “Yeah, Rafe. Ugh. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to avoid the Rafe stereotype, honestly.”
You both laughed, and it felt like the conversation flowed easily from there. It was like two strangers had become instant friends, just enjoying the simple moments of the day. The awkwardness melted away quickly.
After a while, Drew stood up, stretching. “Hey, I’m about to head out, but I was wondering if you wanted a ride? I could drop you off at home,” he offered, then grinned. “Plus, it’s a good excuse to ask for your number.”
You raised an eyebrow, considering the offer for a moment. “I suppose I could take a ride,” you said with a teasing smile, “But I’m going to need that number first.”
He pulled his phone out, a little too eager, and handed it to you with a goofy grin. You saved your contact and handed it back, feeling oddly giddy about it.
The drive was smooth, the air in the car just warm enough to be comforting, and you both continued talking. It was so easy, and you started to forget that this was the guy you had seen on TV.
As the car rolled to a stop in front of your building, Drew glanced over at you, his eyes soft but intense. “Well, here we are,” he said, his voice quieter now.
You were about to say something when suddenly, he leaned in, his lips pressing against yours.
It wasn’t just a quick peck. It was a full-on kiss, his hands finding your neck as he deepened it, his lips moving with an urgency that took you completely by surprise. You melted into it, feeling his warmth, the heat of his kiss leaving you breathless. There was a softness to the kiss, but also a hunger. His tongue slid against yours, and it was like your entire body woke up to the moment.
The kiss went on for what felt like forever, the sounds of your lips meeting, his hands sliding to your waist, and the rush of heat that built between you. Finally, he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you panting softly.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice low and a little breathless, too.
You just nodded, still a little dazed. “Yeah. I’m fine. More than fine,” you said with a smile.
“Good,” he chuckled, brushing his thumb over your cheek before he pulled away. “See you soon, right?”
“Definitely,” you replied with a wink. “Call me.”
As he drove away, you stood there for a moment, still in disbelief about what had just happened. It wasn’t just the kiss, it was the whole feeling—the chemistry, the spontaneity of it all. And as you headed upstairs to your apartment, you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face.
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00valentina-writes00 · 2 days ago
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can we get drunk texts from Abby?
â™Ąâ™„ïžŽDrunk texts from Abbyâ™„ïžŽâ™Ą
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Abby (1:12 AM):
hey, i swear if i see one more guy wearing a stupid bandana and pretending like he knows how to fight i’m gonna lose it
Abby (1:15 AM):
also i think i broke a chair
 it just kinda collapsed under me
 but i’m fine. it was a weak chair
Abby (1:17 AM):
im a fcking goddess of strength who can’t sit on a chair without it failing me. why does everything hate me??
Abby (1:20 AM):
oh and i may or may not have knocked a few things over, but don’t worry i’ll fix it
 tomorrow. or later. probably
Abby (1:23 AM):
btw
 i miss you and i want to punch something. i think i’m ready to fight another chair if it insults me again
Abby (1:26 AM):
how are you doing? besides being perfect and wonderful as always. no pressure. just wondering
You (1:27 AM):
You’re fighting chairs now, huh? You do have that whole “goddess of strength” thing going for you. But please stop breaking stuff, I’ll have to come down there and fix it all. Also, I’m perfect? Come on, I’m just trying to keep it together while you fight furniture.
Abby (1:30 AM):
you’re perfect. i can’t fight it. i swear i could punch a wall right now and it’d still be worth it for you
Abby (1:32 AM):
you’re amazing. i’m amazing. i’m so strong. i could bench press 10 chairs if i wanted to
Abby (1:34 AM):
i wish you were here. i could use some help with my “powerful chair smashing.” you’d be a great support
Abby (1:37 AM):
ok im not gonna lie, im a lil tipsy and honestly im starting to think this chair was asking for it. and my poor hands
 they’re so strong and yet so delicate

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Abby (1:45 AM):
wait i need 2 tell u somthin
Abby (1:47 AM):
i was thinkin about ur boobs. like
 god i am never gonna get over them. seriously. like they’re gods. i think about them all the time. they just—they just r there and they r soooo perfect
Abby (1:50 AM):
i wanna hold them. like. not in a weird way just
 god
Abby (1:53 AM):
ur boobs could solve world peace if they wanted to. they are the key to EVERYTHING. i can’t
 i’m just thinking about them now and i need to get my life together
Abby (1:55 AM):
but like, pls don’t get mad, okay? it’s just
 they’re so soft and perfect and
 i swear ur boobs are the 8th wonder of the world, i’m not even joking
You (1:58 AM):
Haha, you’re really something when you’re tipsy, huh? You’re not wrong though, I’m definitely the 8th wonder of the world. But hey, no need to make me blush
 or maybe, go on
 keep talking about my perfect boobs, I’m listening.
Abby (2:02 AM):
no no no u don’t get it. i could just
 touch them all day and not get bored, like, if i could i would just have them in my face all the time, just, ughhhh
Abby (2:05 AM):
im serious tho, like, ur boobs make me feel things. good things. like, i could worship them like
 idk some kind of goddess ritual
Abby (2:07 AM):
okokok, forget i said that. it’s the alcohol talking. but still. boobs. gods. u get it right?
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Abby (2:13 AM):
wtf are you doing in my number?? i have a girlfriend, what the fuck
Abby (2:15 AM):
who the hell is texting me right now? i swear to god, i have a girlfriend. like, how are you in my phone, this is weird
Abby (2:17 AM):
wait—wait, WAIT. oh my god
 i’m so stupid

Abby (2:20 AM):
its YOU. how could i be this dumb right now, i’m so sorry, babe. im all over the place
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Abby (2:42 AM):
Ugh i hate this. why am i so drunk. plz come over and help me get my life together, i can’t even walk straight
Abby (2:45 AM):
Wait I’m so sorry i was thinking about your boobs again but like they r just
 they deserve a parade or something
Abby (2:47 AM):
Like how do they even do that? they just
 sit there and look perfect. HOW DO THEY DO THAT. r they magic??
Abby (2:50 AM):
Also, who taught me how to drink, i need a refund, this is a mess
Abby (2:52 AM):
Like i was just trying to chill and now my life is falling apart over a chair and your boobs and this alcohol
Abby (2:54 AM):
also i might’ve eaten a whole bag of chips and i’m mad about it. like I shouldn’t have done that
Abby (2:56 AM):
NO but listen!! pls come over and make sure i don’t fall over and die from bad chair karma
You (2:58 AM):
I’ll be over in a bit to save you from yourself. But really, the chair?? What’s going on in your world over there?
Abby (3:01 AM):
The chair just
 it just attacked me, okay??
Abby (3:03 AM):
I was trying to sit down like a normal person and the damn thing just tipped over like it had a vendetta against me
Abby (3:05 AM):
idk who hurt me more, the chair or the alcohol. maybe ur boobs, tho
 I think they could take me out too if they wanted
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dragonnarrative-writes · 7 hours ago
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Best In Show
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Naya "Bambi" Walker (OC)
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Word count: 4.8k
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CW: BDSM, Sexual Content, kink negotiations, hucow kink, speech restriction, themed lingerie, lactation kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, so much dirty talk, pre-nut insanity (one of my favorite flavors of Simon), fantasies of dub-con (no actual dub-con), post-nut laughter
Notes: This was supposed to be a short addition to the Kinktober prompts, but obviously I am bad at keeping things short. Also, the working title for this was "Moo Moo Moo."
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Simon is hiding something. Maybe that’s the wrong way to look at it. There’s something he’s not saying, not making obvious. It itches at the back of your mind.
It starts with looking at your own nude body in the mirror after a shower. You’ve been going to the gym, just a little bit. Weight training and cardio to keep up with all of the sex you’ve been having since moving in with Simon. You haven’t really lost any weight. In fact, your hips are wider, with no real change in the pouch of your belly.
Simon makes an interested noise when he walks into the bedroom. “Guess we should ‘old off on supper, eh?”
“No, no, I want to try that recipe I found,” you say, ignoring his discontented noise as you pull on underwear. The pleased noise he makes when you tug on his shirt is predictable, just like the kiss he presses to your cheek. “I was just
 looking at myself. Kind of surprised that I’ve got more hip. Still got the belly, though.”
Simon surprises you by saying, “Tit’s’re bigger, too.”
“Are they?” You bunch the shirt in the back, and take yourself in. “Huh.”
“More pectoral muscle,” he says with a shrug. “More breast.”
“That’s not how that works,” you scoff, shoving him playfully before leaving the bedroom. “Besides, I heard your tis are the first to go when you lose weight.”
“Then I hope you don’t lose weight,” Simon answers, following you into the kitchen for a kiss. “I like all’o you.”
He spends extra time worshiping your thick parts, that night. Kisses you and kisses you and kisses you while rubbing your belly and groping at your hips, stroking and pinching at your breasts, your thighs, your love handles, your arm fat. He’s ravenous as he eats you out. The two of you are loud as he takes you apart. You fall asleep completely drained and covered in sore spots.
It doesn’t occur to you that you’ve been missing anything for a while after that. In fact, nothing seems off until he catches you masturbating a couple of months later. One moment, you’re alone at home, in bed, and the next he’s climbing in next to you with a groan and a sigh of relief.
“Whatcha wachin’?” he asks over your surprised yelp. “Tha’s not y’r usual boyfriend.”
“What do you know about my usual porn,” you laugh as you pass him your earbuds to place on the side table. You roll to kiss him as you admit, “It’s not really exciting, I was mostly done.”
“What counts as exciting?”
“I dunno,” you shrug, cuddling up. He smells so good. “You know my usuals, why don’t you tell me?”
Simon chuckles into your hair. “Big dicks ‘n ‘elplessness. Bonus points for dubious consent.”
“
Well
 You’re not wrong.”
“I know what my girl likes.”
“Okay,” you giggle. “Well, what’s exciting for you?”
If you didn’t know him, you would have missed the split second pause before his answer. As it is you barely catch the way his hand twitches against the curve of your ass.
But he says, “You know what I like. A beautiful woman asking for what she wants.”
“And getting it until she cries,” you purr, rolling on top of him.
“Lies and slander,” he deadpans, grinding his hips up into yours. “I’d never enjoy seeing you with those pretty tears in your eyes, beggin’ me t’ keep goin’ and t’ stop at the same time.”
Of course, you both prove him wrong in short order. After, he holds you while you tremble, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. He laughs, just a little, when you can’t sit up enough to get your water on your own, but he also helps you, so that’s okay.
The next day, you realize that you actually don’t know what porn Simon finds exciting. He’s shared some with you, of course, on the nights where sex was too much work until it suddenly wasn’t. Every now and again, though, he would scroll past something with a dismissive noise. It wouldn’t be noteworthy, except
 well, they’re all videos he’s saved in his favorites. So he likes them, but doesn’t necessarily want to share them with you. Which is fine. Heaven knows you’re deleting your porn history regularly. Whatever you look up when you’re ovulating is between you, Bowser, and God.
But the last straw for your curiosity comes when you borrow his phone to do some quick online shopping. A friend is having a themed pool party and wants everyone in shades of blue. You’ve been on a pink and purple kick, so you don’t actually have an appropriate bathing suit. So you pull up the search engine and look up bathing suits.
And there, in the search history: ‘Cow Print Bikini’.
Your research brain goes, “Jackpot.”
There’s no way to tell what, if anything, Simon looked at in the search results. But you’re good at knowing where to look. More importantly, you know your man. And after a full 24 hours of research, you have a pretty good idea of the shape of things.
  -
  “Hey Simon,” you call, a week later.
“In the den,” he answers.
“Can you
 actually, I’ll be right there!”
When you get there, he’s playing one of his video games. He turns his head to kiss you, then curses under his breath when a pink slime eats the fruit he’d been trying to harvest. It’s such a sweet, domestic moment that you almost don’t want to interrupt.
“Do you have space for a kink discussion?” You settle onto the couch next to him, and pull your legs up under yourself. “Nothing bad. Just
 maybe some negotiations. You can keep playing.”
He taps the controller against one of his palms, twice, then says, “Sure.”
You take a deep breath, then ask, “Have you ever heard of hucows?”
The pause menu comes up immediately, but Simon doesn’t look at you. In fact, he’s so still that you’re sure he’s stopped breathing. When he doesn’t say or do anything for a full ten seconds, you look up at him.
His face is blank, and he looks back at you from the corner of his eye.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” you whisper.
He blinks, then shakes himself back into his skin. He looks back at the television, but doesn’t resume the game. “Why do you ask?”
“I’ve been doing some research,” you answer. “And I thought you might find it
 interesting.” When he looks at you again without saying anything, you confess. “And there were cow print bikinis in your search history.”
All of the air leaves Simon in a whoosh. He leans back into the couch and scrubs a hand over his face. “’M sorry. I don’t
 I wouldn’t ever
 You know I love you. ‘N that I respect you. I’d never-”
“Woah, woah, wait!” You grab one of his hands in yours. “Hang on. You love me, I love you. I trust you. Do you trust me?”
Simon doesn’t answer for a long moment, and then he says, without taking his hand from his face, “I trust you to be ‘onest with me. Trust you’ll accept a no. Trust you’re not g’nna yell. Trust you not to punish me if you’re upset.”
“Acknowledged,” you breathe against his bicep. “I trust you to be honest with me, too. And I trust that it’s okay to tell you if I’m not comfortable with anything we discuss or do. I trust that you won’t yell at me. I trust that you’re not going to hurt or harm me on purpose to correct my behavior. Acknowledge.”
Simon sighs, again, then peeks through his fingers at you. “Acknowledged.”
“Okay,” you say, coaxing him to release some of the tension in his shoulders. “So. I did a little research. But I just want to know for sure what you think, what you find exciting.”
He’s pink when he asks, “Y’ve seen the videos?”
“No!”
That finally makes him look at you skeptically. “No?”
“I wasn’t snooping through your stuff,” you protest. “I literally searched for a bikini on your phone and it had the little history symbol next to it. I got curious.”
“Hell of a distance between a bathing suit an’ niche kinks.”
The hint of humor in his voice gives you the permission you were waiting for. You climb into his lap and throw your legs over one of his arms. He hugs you exactly the way you want, just as loving as ever.
“So then,” he eventually says. “What did you find?”
“So much bad porn, oh my god,” you answer. “Not that the actual hucow stuff itself is bad. It’s just that the non-paywalled stuff is steeped in so much spam. And what isn’t pure spam doesn’t really seem like your kind of thing. Just
 lots of humiliation and degradation and misogyny kink. Stuff you’ve already said takes you out of the mood. And if that’s sometimes the mood, that’s fine, too. I know we don’t always masturbate to things we’re usually into-”
“It’s not that,” Simon interrupts.
You’re both quiet after. You realize that his heart is racing under your hand, and your heart is beating just as fast. But he keeps holding you, and you keep petting over the dip of his collarbones.
Your stomach churns. “I shouldn’t have said the porn was bad. I’m sorry.”
“It is bad,” Simon snorts. “’S part of why I never mentioned it. Some of that shit is nasty.”
“I like nasty.”
He hums and rubs a hand over your back. “I know, beautiful. But this feels
 bad. Some ‘f it
 ’S ‘ard to find the words. But I didn’t want you t’ think I see you that way, that I ever want to see you that way.”
“Porn isn’t real life,” you remind him. “Things that happen in a scene that everyone consented to-”
“Yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes as you glare up at him. “Let’s not pretend that kink has no basis in reality. Our dynamic is special to me, Naya. I don’t want to
 disrespect it, or you, or us, with this.”
“Okay,” you whisper, tucking your face into his neck. You take one of his hands back into yours. “We don’t have to keep talking about it, if you don’t want to. But,” you can’t help but add with a smile. “I did get cow print lingerie. And a headband. It’s got little ears and horns.”
Simon groans. “No, you didn’t.”
“I did!” You press a kiss to his chin. “I’m glad I didn’t try to surprise you with it.”
“Would’a given me an ‘eart attack.”
“That would have been fun to explain. ‘Oh gee, Captain, I didn’t think he’d like it that much.’”
“Oi,” Simon growls.
He dips down to press his lips to yours. You don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his shoulders and shift to straddle his lap. The kiss is sweet, a reassurance. Like aftercare. Maybe it is. Both of your bodies relax, until you can’t even hold yourself up to keep your lips on his. You lay your head on his shoulder with a content sigh.
You’re like that for a long time before Simon speaks again.
“Its the idea that her body
 your body
 could be nothing but pleasure and instinct. That I could pull pleasure from you until it would be pain not to.” He’s quiet for a moment, then continues when you don’t reply. “There’s something about it. But it’s a fantasy I never intended to bring to the bedroom. It’s
 just something to think about, sometimes.”
  Simon presents the cow print bikini on a Thursday. At first, you’re confused. Then you’re amused, because a year ago you would have worked yourself into a tizzy trying to figure out what he was saying about your weight. But Simon loves your body, and you, and after months of avoiding talking about it, this is a huge step. So you stay silent, and look up at him expectantly.
“Would like to do a scene this weekend,” he says. “Acknowledge.”
“Acknowledged,” you answer, biting back a smile. “What are the parameters?”
Things seem downright vanilla for the first half. A whole day of pampering - spa, nails, hair - that means he’s been planning this for a while. Your favorite, just fancy enough food for dinner, and a dessert to go. All the usual rules apply: Simon’s in charge, you promise to be honest. All in all, a perfect date night.
And then he says something that boggles your mind.
“Okay, wait. I put on the cow print, and then I can only moo? After we get home?”
“No,” he surprises you by saying. He takes a deep breath, then continues. “I want you to wear it all day. An’ you’re only allowed to moo. Except durin’ your appointments. Please don’t moo at your stylists.”
“But at dinner
”
“I’ll order for you,” He says. His eyes flick away, then back to yours. “I’ll take care of everything.”
“But we won’t talk,” you press.
His ears go pink, but he cracks a smile as he says, “I’ll talk. And it’s not a rule that you have to be silent.”
He’s embarrassed, you realize. He’s finally acting on this thing you discussed so long ago, but he’s still nervous about what you’ll think. You have to stifle the part of you that wants to coo.
“Okay,” you say, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “Unless I’m using a safeword, I can just
 make cow sounds. All day. Acknowledged.”
  The day of comes quickly. And then you’’e contemplating the lingerie you bought months ago. It’s much nicer than the flimsy thing Simon got, “just as ‘n experiment, no sense in wastin’ money ‘f things aren’t good as the fantasy.” The bikini he got you is
 cheap. Your purchase will certainly fit under your clothes nicer.
As you pull on the silky material Simon apparently didn’t believe you actually ordered, you take a couple of deep breaths. You’re going to wear cow print for your partner. It’s not much different, you reason, from asking him to graze his knife over your skin while he watches TV. It’s not not his thing. And this isn’t exactly your thing. But you love each other. So you’ll do this thing, because his enjoyment can be yours.
Yeah.
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  By the end of dinner, you’re much deeper into a submissive headspace than you ever expected to be. You’re so aware of the urge to talk and the fact that you can’t. It’s a constant cue to look to Simon. More than once, you almost slip up. The words catch in your throat and you have to pivot to a lowing sound, a drawn out vowel that leaves you feeling helpless as he smiles and pets at your hand. You expect it to be maddening, but it’s not. Simon anticipates your needs so well that there’s nothing you need that he doesn’t already provide for you. All you can do is shiver at the way he gives you everything, touches you everywhere.
By the time you’re in the car home, you’re a mess. You can’t sit still, find yourself staring at the side of Simon’s face as he drives. You’re startled when he looks back at you at a red light. He reaches out and you lean in, then jump when he pinches your nipple just hard enough to make you gasp. He watches your face as he pets and plucks, chuckles as you pant and groan and moo.
When the light is green again, he stops. You’re very aware of your right breast.
At the next red, he says, “Give me the other one.”
You do.
“Sweet, pretty girl,” he praises as he tugs at you again. He hums, pleased, as you arch your back. His eyes are dark when he says, “Not wearin’ what I gave you. C’n se y’r nipples beggin’ for attention.
When you look down at yourself, heat flushes through you from your crown to your toes. He’s right, the thin bralette that you’d chosen does nothing to hide you body’s reaction to being teased. And the dress he’d picked for you was already tight around your chest

The light turns green. You moan as he releases you and turns back to the road.
“What’re you wearin’?” He asks. When you look at him, he’s smirking. “Tell me. Wha’s my pretty girl got under her dress?”
You open your mouth, and your voice sticks. “
Moo?”
“Oh, tha’ sounds nice,” he chuckles. He takes your hand in his. “Lookin’ forward to seein’ it.”
Your thoughts and legs stumble into themselves when you finally walk through your front door. Simon doesn’t let you get far. He catches you around the neck with a big hand and brings you close for a kiss. As soon as the door is shut, his hands make their way to the back of your dress. He unzips and then guides the soft material down until it’s past your hips, and drops down to your feet.
When he pulls away to look at you, his breath catches, and his whole body goes still. You’re so caught in the way his pupils dilate that it takes you a moment to remember the bralette, the panties, the garter belt. The cow print feels like an exaggeration of itself, when you look down at your own breasts. You vaguely remember feeling silly, when you’d put them on, but you don’t remember why. Simon’s eyes are so hot when he looks at you, you can’t help but preen a bit.
“Thought you was jokin,” Simon murmurs, cupping one of your breasts in his hand. His other hand cradles your jaw and makes you look up at him when he pinches your nipple again. His thumb dips into your mouth when you gasp. “But my sweet girl don’t lie to me. An’ she’s always show ready, huh? My sweet, soft girl,” Simon murmurs, going to one knee. He takes one of your hands and kisses your knuckles before placing it on his shoulder. Then he gently lifts your calf to take one of your shoes, then the other as he says, “Not a worry in the world, an’ you still give me so much.”
Even kneeling at your feet, he takes your breath away. His hands smooth up your stockings until he can dip his fingers under the straps of your garters, then he groans. You groan with him. You never know what to do with yourself when he gets like this. Hungry. Reverent on his knees. With a sigh, you close your eyes. You don’t need to know what to do, because he does. The gravity of him makes you sway forward as he leans forward to kiss just above your belly button.
You must signal your mental shift, because Simon stands and lifts you into his arms in the same movement. He kisses your lips like he’s starving. And you try to meet him, try to put everything you haven’t been able to say into the drag of your lips against his.
I love you. Thank you. I love you, I love you, I love you.
You expect him to be rough with you, heavy handed. But Simon is gentle as he touches you all over. When he lays you on the bed, instead of diving into your chest, he keeps kissing your mouth, your neck, down to your shoulder. You can’t stifle a giggle as he sucks kisses into your bicep and down to your forearm.
“Fuck,” he growls. He takes a hold of your hips and gives you a little shake. “You’re so perfect. ‘Ips ‘n thighs ‘n this arse. So strong and still so soft for me.” He dips down to press a kiss to your hip, even as one of his hands starts pinching at your nipple through your bralette again. “Eatin’ good and’ workin’ out ‘n sleepin’ better. Gonna let me give you that life of leisure? No more workin’, pretty girl. Just whatever feels good, whatever makes you ‘appy an’ soft, whatever I c’n give you.”
You try to gasp something that might be “yes” or “please,” but it turns into another drawn out moan. It doesn’t really matter, because Simon flips you onto your hands and knees so fast that your head spins. You almost fall over, but he catches you.
“Sorry sweet girl,” he chuckles. “But you’ve got me so caught up. ‘M gonna take care of you, don’t worry. Just so pretty - distractin’ me.”
Then he’s kissing across your shoulders, then makes his way down to your hipbones. You moan and sigh as his hands grope at you. His hands squeeze at your breasts, then your belly, your thighs, back to your ass. When he bites you, you yelp and groan, arching away from his teeth and into the hands.
“Shh, pretty girl,” he hushes. “’M sorry, I’ll give you what you need. Easy, tha’s it.”
You’re surprised into a gasp by his fingers rubbing gently over your clit through your panties. His other hand eases your back down - from cat to cow, you giggle to yourself - with another shushing sound. The tension bleeds out of your spine at the sound. Simon’s got you, he’s going to take care of you.
“There you go,” Simon rumbles as you drop your head between your arms. He strokes a hand down your back as his other hand gives you just a hint more pressure. “Is that better? Feel nice an’ relaxed?”
You’re feeling less relaxed by the second. Simon knows how to touch you if he wants you to melt. This? Is not that. He’s giving you just enough to tease, to make you instinctively chase his fingers. You shake your head and whimper, shuffling your knees knees further apart and arching your back again. You don’t even try to swallow a grunt of frustration when nothing you do makes him speed up or give you more pleasure.
“Hm?” He presses his lips against your hip as he asks, “Wha’s wrong, pretty girl? You need something?”
You open your mouth to beg, then remember that you can’t say anything. This motherfucker. When you tilt your body to glare at him, his eyes are sparkling with mirth. It’s hard not to smile back, to hold your frown long enough to let him know that you know what he’s doing.
But as usual, he’s a step ahead of you. As soon as you open your mouth to moo sarcastically, he slips a finger under your panties and into you, just as his other hand shoves the bra out of the way to pinch your nipple.
“So wet,” Simon whispers against your cheek. “Took care of everything else today, but you still need more, don’t you? Greedy girl.”
You are wet, have been since before he plucked at your nipples in the car. Since dinner, when he’d explained the cut of his steak, why he liked it. Since he paused and visibly considered what he couldn’t see you wearing. Since he’d looked at you with so much hunger that you’d had to take a sip of your water to gather yourself. You couldn’t say anything, then, by his direction and your own body’s need. You couldn’t make any sound at all, had practically ground your teeth together so you wouldn’t moan like a whore at the table.
Your jaw isn’t clenched now. The sound you make as two thick fingers push in is exactly as obscene as you imagined it would be. They press into you exactly where you want it as his other hand sends sparks through your chest and down your spine. Simon echoes you, breath hot against your face. You can’t keep yourself from chasing his lips with yours.
“Yeah,” he pants between biting kisses. He growls when you rock back into his fingers, and pinches your nipple until you gasp. “Settle, Bambi, ‘m gonna take care o’ you.”
His words melt you. Even as he ratchets your body into more tension, you believe him, and the promise alone is nearly a relief. When he pulls his fingers free, you don’t even think to protest. All you can do is hang your head between your arms and try to catch your breath. Something like a sob scrapes it’s way from your throat when he pushes back in with three.
The sound of Simon undoing his belt makes you tip your hips back and up, automatic. He groans again, deep in his throat, and slaps the meat of your ass. The sharp sting of it reminds you to be almost embarrassed, and you drop to your elbows to bury your face in the bedding.
“There you go,” Simon grunts as he lines himself up. He pushes in slow, so slow, as you pant and writhe and make animal sounds. One of his huge hands comes down to grip the back of your neck as he grunts and shoves deeper. “There’s my sweet girl. Shouldn’t’a kept you waiting. You can take it now, tha’s it.” He leans down, pushing just that little bit deeper as he plucks at your nipple again. He growls against your shoulder, “Gonna do this every day, yeah? Quit your job so I c’n keep you soft like this all the time. Breed you up proper, bet y’re gonna taste so sweet when your milk comes, when it’s all y’ve got to do, just a life of milk ‘n honey.”
You almost can’t make out what he’s saying over the sound of your own noises and the wet sounds of him pushing in and out of you. The fireworks up and down your spine have you writhing back into his thrusts. You can tell he’s rambling, that he’s so lost in your bodies that he’s losing control of his mouth. A change in angle has you crying out again, every nerve on fire as he pushes into you just right. The orgasm that had been building steadily rushes over you. It’s impossible to stop, shakes through your limbs until you collapse onto your chest under him.
“Tha’s it,” Simon hisses, pace steady and devastating as he chases you down to the mattress. “This what you need? Need t’ be bred an’ fucked ‘til you can’t think of nothin’ else? Yeah, tha’s what you need. Gonna make you come on my cock again, fill you up the way you like. Then I’ll hook you up, huh? Can’t leave you wantin’ jus ‘cause I need a break. C’n put a pump at each o’ your tits an’ keep fuckin’ you with a machine, too, ‘til I’m ready to go again, yeah?
Jesus, you think, giggling under him. Your pussy flutters as he gasps something else you can’t quite make out over the rushing in your ears. He wants to ruin you. You want him to, to do all of these things he’s growling about. The thought that he might is thrilling and terrifying, that after he comes and breeds you full he could go to the closet and pull out the machine and the dildo you bought for when he’s deployed to keep fucking you

Your stomach swoops as you get caught up in your own fantasy. He doesn’t have to stop. You’d be too weak to fight him. And if he tied you up, bound you where he wants to keep you, he could do whatever he wants. Did he actually have a pump, something to pull at your nipples while he watched across the room? Would this be the time he finally surprises you with something you hadn’t quite negotiated? He could, he could, you’d let him, you’d beg-
“Simon!”
The second orgasm hurts. It hits so fast and hard on the heels of the first. You can vaguely feel the wetness running down your thighs as you squirt, legs shaking. Above you, Simon goes abruptly silent as he comes, breath coming out in barely-there grunts as his cock kicks and twitches inside of you.
All of the air huffs out of your lungs as he partially collapses on you. Another giggle stutters out of you. It turns into a moan as he guides your legs down and open so he can grind into you some more until you’re prone. His own gentle chuckle tickles your ear.
“Fuckin’ ell,” he pants. The arm that’s braced to keep his weight off of you shakes a bit. “Gimme
 fuck, gimme a minute. ‘Ll get up in a mo’.”
“Mmm,” you hum, kissing at his wrist. You tip your head back to grin up at him. “Moo.”
He crushes you a bit when his laughter makes him fall, but you can’t even pretend to be upset.
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feartosexpipeline · 3 days ago
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kiss me in the dark tonight
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___ sat cross legged on Sarah’s bed, eyes continuously darting to the open doorway. Fuck, where was he?
“What do you think Sarah, are you and Topper going to Midsummers together?” Elena Reedy asked, a fake smile plastered on her face as if she wasn’t seething with jealousy. ___ didn’t know what all the fuss about Topper was, he was mediocre in bed at best. It’s not like Sarah or Elena was missing out on much. 
“I think so,” Sarah smiled, playing with her hair. “I think...we’re going to take the next step that night. It’ll be big, for both of us.”
Oh right, he had told Sarah he was a virgin. 
“What about you ___? Who are you going with?” The girls had now turned their attention to her, hawklike stares bearing down on her.
“Oh, I don’t know if I’m going,” ___ said uncomfortably. The thought of being stuck in a building with all of the most insufferable people she could imagine left a pit of dread in her stomach; she had much better things to do. Plus, Topper and her had been caught last year in a supply closet by the waitstaff, and she was reminded of that humiliation every time she went to the country club. The only reason the two girls sitting in front of her didn’t know about it was because her friend had been the one that caught them. She found it exceptionally funny to make fun of her every time they saw each other, and ___ begrudgingly let her on the condition she never tell a soul.
“What? You have to go, what do you mean you’re not going?” Sarah looked aghast at the thought of not going, and ___ was once again reminded of how little she had in common with her supposed “friend”. 
“I don’t know, we’ll see. I’m going to get a drink,” ___ announced, unable to take this conversation any longer. “You guys want anything?”
After the girls murmured their no thanks, ___ jumped off the bed and made her way to the kitchen. As she made her way downstairs, she was about to turn the corner when a rogue arm yanked her into the laundry room. She almost yelped before a rough hand clasped over her mouth, muffling her.
“Miss me?” a familiar voice rasped into her ear. A shiver went through her body as she pulled his hand down.
“You scared me half to death,” she hissed. She wasn’t really mad though. He knew that. 
‘Mmhm,” Rafe murmured, before pushing her against the door and kissing her deeply, leaving no chance for protest. Not that she was going to, anyways.
Still kissing her, he pulled her towards the washing machine and promptly set her on it. Now that she was sitting on top of the washing machine, she could feel how hard he really was when he grinded into her, his hips level with hers. He only stopped kissing her so he could mouth her neck and pull the top of her dress down, sucking hard. 
“Rafe they’re gonna see,” she whined, doing nothing to stop him. Instead, she kept pressing her hips into his, relishing the way he groaned. 
“I don’t give a fuck,” he replied breathily, continuing his assault on the delicate skin. After she grinded into him for the umpteenth time, he pulled back and practically yanked her off the machine.
“You wanna tease me?” he almost growled, flipping her over so she was bracing herself against the washing machine. “You wanna be a little tease? Alright then.”
He shoved her dress up and pushed her panties to the side, giving her little time to prepare before roughly shoving his cock into her. She let out a cry that was quickly muffled by his big hand once again, but this time she could taste the metal of his rings on her tongue.
“Gotta be quiet now huh?” he whispered, and she could practically hear the grin in his voice. “Don’t want them to hear, now do we?” He thrusted into her again, but her cry was still muffled. He moved his hands down to the other side of her waist as he dragged his cock out of her, ever so slowly. He teased her entrance with the head, spreading the slick he had collected from fucking her all over her pussy. After a few shallow thrusts, he punched his hips forward so hard, the air left her lungs. The pain left waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she knew she would feel it in the morning. 
After that he didn’t hold back. He kept fucking her, hard and deep. ___ tried her best not to make a sound, a Herculean task given the way it felt having Rafe split her pussy open. With every thrust, it felt like he was digging his cock in as far as it could humanly go, whether or not her body would allow it. 
After she let out another dangerously loud cry, Rafe said not a word before snaking his hand over her mouth. He pounded into her, fucking her deeper and deeper until she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore and fell over the edge. She came so quick it was embarrassing and so hard she saw stars in her eyes. Her legs buckled momentarily before Rafe quickly grabbed her hips and continued his assault on her pussy. He wasn’t far behind, letting out a loud groan while simultaneously cumming so hard it dripped down her legs when he pulled his cock out. 
She let out a noise of displeasure. “You know, I have to go back to them after this,” she said, attempting to clean herself up so her friends wouldn’t suspect anything.
“I know,” he smirked, zipping his pants up. “You staying the night?”
“I am.”
“You should...come find me. When they’re asleep. Maybe I can teach you how to be quiet this time.”
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___ laid in bed, staring at the ceiling as she counted down the minutes until 2:00 am came. Sarah and Elena had been up much longer that she had anticipated, discussing the potential dresses Sarah was going to wear to Midsummers in excruciating detail. By the time they all said goodnight, ___ could feel her eyes twitching and her patience had worn thin.
“It’s gonna be Topper and I’s big night, it has to be perfect,” Sarah whined when ___ tried to convince her it didn’t matter what dress she wore and that she would look great in anything. ___ personally thought Elena was trying to lowkey sabotage Sarah. She kept suggesting dresses that clashed with her complexion, and hairstyles that could pass for a rats nest under the right light.
“Do you think Topper is nervous?” Elena asked her with the most disingenuous smile ___ had ever seen on her face.
“I don’t know, maybe? I mean, it’s not like he’s done it before either?” Sarah responded, holding up different earrings to her face as she looked in the mirror.
 ___ wondered what Sarah would think of her precious little boyfriend if she knew of the absolutely diabolical mess they had made of the backseat of his Range Rover last Midsummers.
___ was jolted away from her train of thought by a little buzzing sound coming from her phone. She checked the screen to see who texted her.
“Come over.”
Rafe. Who else?
She quietly slid off the bed, taking care not to wake up Sarah and Elena next door. They shared Sarah’s bed while ___ was relegated to the guest bedroom. She would’ve been more upset about it, but at least that made what she was about to do a lot easier. 
___ closed the door behind her and tiptoed as silently as she could to the room across the hall. As if he could sense she was there, Rafe abruptly opened the door to his bedroom and yanked her inside.
“You know, I’m capable of walking in by myself,” she muttered as she rubbed the place on her arm where he had grabbed her. He didn’t say anything, instead shushing her by holding up a finger to his lips. Before she could protest, he came up to her and grabbed her face in both hands, kissing her hard.
He kept kissing her as he moved her towards the bed, while they undressed in a frenzy. There was an air of desperation between them as he pulled his shirt off over the back of his head and she hurriedly shed her clothes. He hadn’t been able to take his time with her earlier, but now he would get his chance. 
When they got to the bed, he roughly pushed her so she bounced a little when she hit the bed. Before she could complain, he settled between her legs and licked a hard stripe up her center. She threw her head back and let out a moan, and she knew the only reason he wasn’t giving her hell for it was because he was lost in his own world. 
He spread her open even further with his fingers, giving his mouth even more access to her pussy. As he sucked on her clit, her grip on his hair tightened and he let out a little moan. He was almost devoted in the way he ate her out: slow, methodical, and oh so intense. She could feel her orgasm barreling its way toward her, and just as she was about to cum, he pulled back.
“What are you—”
Before she could finish, Rafe grabbed her waist and flipped her around on all fours. She barely had time to get her bearings before he was shoving her face in the pillow and his cock inside her.
The groan he let out was bordering on a growl; that’s when she remembered he hadn’t been touched at all yet. The stretch hurt—her body hadn’t been given enough time to acclimate. Normally he wouldn’t care about letting her adjust, but this night he stayed buried to the hilt for just a moment; his breathing shallow as if he was catching his breath.
Just as she was about to ask him if he was okay, he pulled. He started teasing her entrance with the head of his cock, gathering the slick that had accumulated and smearing it around. She thought he was going to tease her more when without warning, he thrusted inside her so hard she nearly had the wind knocked out of her. As she let out a gasp that was muffled by the pillow, she could feel his thumbs spreading her open so he could go even deeper. 
“Rafe please, I need time—”
“Shut up, or I’m gonna go even harder,” he grunted. One hand moved from her waist to her back, pressing down and angling her body.
She could feel her orgasm building up again, and she knew Rafe would taunt her for how easy she was. She tried to hold back, but in the end it was futile. Her whole body tensed up right before she came, her legs nearly giving out. Her cries were muffled by the pillow, something she was grateful for since Sarah’s room was right across the hall. 
Rafe’s ironclad grip on her body was the only reason she didn’t collapse on the bed. His thrusts were becoming increasingly erratic, and she knew he was going to cum soon. 
He came with a loud, guttural, moan, not bothering to muffle himself. ___ would've chastised him if she could think straight, but her head was spinning. She was still trying to catch her breath when he collapsed next to her and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. 
“See you at Midsummers tomorrow?”
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imagineweasley · 3 days ago
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I Love You Deerly
Harry Potter x Reader
summary: after a DA meeting, you and your boyfriend harry take a second to be alone together.
y/n: your name
author's note: basically no plot, just so much fluff! fluff here, fluff there, fluff everywhere!!
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"Fantastic job tonight everyone! See you all next Tuesday, 8 pm sharp!" Harry claps his hands and grins at the DA.
The group disperses, happily chatting amongst themselves. Tonight's meeting was pretty successful, so the group is in a cheery mood. We'd been working on Expecto patronum for the past two weeks, and today, a few more students, including myself, had been able to conjure our patronuses. I weave my way through the crowd towards Harry, who's standing in the far corner of the room with Neville, who looks dejected. Poor Neville. I can't blame him, he's been trying really hard for the last two meetings with only a few wisps of his patronus to show for it.
"See ya later y/n!" Hermione smiles and waves at me as she passes.
Ron on the other hand salutes me and says, "Remember you promised to lend me your potions notes tonight y/n!" I call after him, "I did no such thing Ronald!" I laugh and shake my head before turning back around.
"... such a hard thing to achieve, most people our age can't even get what you got consistently. Trust me, by next month you'll be an expert. It takes time." I walk up to Harry and Neville and chime in, "Yeah, and look at Zacharius, I thought the vein in his forehead would pop today and he came nowhere near what you did." Neville jumps but then smiles sheepishly when he realizes it's me, even laughing under his breath. Harry also turns at my voice and his gaze softens when he meets my eyes. With a big grin on his face, he rubs Neville's shoulder one more time before patting his arm.
"Don't lose it just yet, mate. You're really, truly doing great."
"Thanks guys." Neville wipes his nose and smiles at the both of us, "I'll see you around!" In much better spirits, Neville grabs his sweater and heads out.
Once we're alone, Harry steps towards me and wraps me in a tight embrace, and my face ends up smushed in his chest
"Mmmph - hey, mm, can't breathe here!" Harry laughs and kisses the top of my head before loosening his grip.
"Sorry love, I'm sorry, I've just been waiting to do that since you walked into the room. It's hard to focus on everyone else here when you're right there, you know?"
I smile up at him before wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss.
"Maybe... I should... stop... coming... so you... can focus!" I peck his lips between every word and he snakes his arms around my waist.
"Little... do you know... that's... useless... because... you're... always... on... my... mind!" Harry plants big kisses on the top of my head, my forehead, my cheeks, each ear, and the rest on my lips, making me giggle like a little girl.
"By the way... a doe?" He's talking about my patronus that revealed itself today, a graceful doe. As soon as I had conjured it, it had pranced in a circle around Harry and his stag before returning to me. Everyone had paused in their own efforts to stare, jaws dropped. Hermione had gasped and grabbed onto Ron's arm and she gazed up at it with wide eyes and a huge smile.
"Mmm what a surprise, huh?" I look up at Harry and he looks back at me fondly, grinning so wide I think his face might crack in two.
"Maybe we can make our patronuses kiss in front of everyone."
I laugh before wriggling out of his grasp to retrieve my things. "You are ridiculous Mr. Potter, utterly ridiculous."
I don't make it far before Harry pounces and wraps himself around me from behind, "Where do you think you're going!"
"Hey!" I lose my balance and we both fall to the ground onto one of the mats, giggling. I roll onto my back so he's on top of me, our limbs entangled and our noses touching. He rubs our noses together before kissing me and I can't but melt into the it. Almost two years of dating and his kisses still never fail to make me all fluttery inside.
He pulls away, suddenly serious, and leans his forehead against mine.
"You know I couldn't have done this without you, you know?"
"Yes you absolutely could have, and you know it."
"Actually, I know that I wouldn't have been able to. You're my strength, my love. You were the one who encouraged me to take the risk. You were the one who believed that I could do it when I didn't."
I cup his cheek and he leans into it before continuing, "Even during meetings when I don't think I can, all I have to do is look for you and your smile tells me I can keep going. I have to keep going. For you. For us."
My heart swells with his words and all I can think about is how in love I am with this boy, with the Boy Who Lived And Captured My Heart. "Merlin, I love you so much, Harry." He lets his head rest on my chest and I snuggle into him.
"I love you, y/n."
I close my eyes and lean into my boyfriend while I mindlessly run my fingers through his hair. We lay in comfortable silence.
"Y/n?"
"Hmm?"
"Can we stay here for a second?"
"Of course, my love. Let's stay here forever."
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hmhas-00 · 1 day ago
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Ch. 17
Hit Me Hard & Soft
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A/N- Hii guys! I appreciate all the love! Hope you’re loving the series so far! đŸ€ Next chapter will be out Thursday! Don’t forget to like and reblog, it really means the world!
Billie’s POV
“Billie!”
“Forget about it. Don’t bother trying anymore.”
“What are you saying?” I watched her continue to pace.
“You break all your fucking promises! You couldn’t even prioritize me this one time!” She shouted, her voice higher pitched than usual.
“Billie I have to take care of myself too! We’re not married! We don’t have to be attached at the hip every second of the day!” I yelled.
“That’s not-“
I cut her off, grabbing her duffle bag and tugging on it so she’ll stop. “You’re not gonna do this again! You’re not gonna disappear and stop talking to me just because I couldn’t cancel my life to be in yours!”
She yanked it back aggressively, “What difference does it make! I don’t see you unless I make the effort! Our plans don’t matter to you!”
“That’s not true! I could’ve just cancelled on you, but I made the effort so this wouldn’t happen again!” I shouted, successfully taking her bag out of her hands, causing her to stumble a bit. “Stop pushing me away!”
“Stop breaking my heart! Every time, you tell me you’re going to make time for me, then you find something more important, you break my heart!” She pulled her bag out of my grasp by the straps, pushing me backwards so I wouldn’t fight it.
My stupid high heels gave in, causing me to fall between a coffee table and the couch. She dropped the duffle, letting it fall by her feet and immediately reaching her arms out.
“Fuck. I didn’t mean to-“
I smacked her hands away, grabbing onto the side of the couch and helping myself up. “Don’t.” I glared at her.
She sighed, watching me take off my heels.
“Fine, Billie, have it your way. You want me to come see you so bad, and when I finally do, you find things to be mad at me about. I can’t do everything you want me to do whenever you want me to do it!”
“OH! So she CAN stand up for yourself?” She snaps.
For some reason this was my last straw. “You are such a fucking asshole! Nothing is ever good enough for you! Imagine if every time I needed you and you were busy with touring, or interviews, I made you feel like shit for not being here!”
I shoved her backwards a couple times as I ranted.
The expression on her face was unfamiliar, like she was looking at a stranger. She looked shocked, astounded, even. Before she could even react she stumbled back, over the duffel bag. She caught herself, avoiding a bad fall.
“You’re a bad friend! You only care about yourself!” Tears escaped my eyes as she wrapped her hands around both my wrists to stop me from continuing to shove her.
“Remy, quit.” She grasped tightly into my wrists, but the adrenaline kept me from noticing as I continued to walk us across the room. “Stop, I don’t want to hurt you!” She shouted in my face, knowing she could forcefully restrain me, but chose not to.
Her back pressed up against the wall and her hands migrated to my triceps, all in one swift motion. She held me there, looking into my eyes, not exactly scared, but perhaps beside herself.
“You need to go.” She glanced between the door and us, motioning for me to leave.
“I got tossed around at work for months, and I needed you here with me, and you were everywhere else! But did I fucking attack you for it? No! Because your job is sooo important and makes you sooo much money-“
“Yours doesn’t make you happy! You know it’s true! Look at you! Do you enjoy dressing up in short dresses for old men so they let you be part of the conversation?!” She secured me in her firm hold.
“No, dude! What the hell is this? Huh? Why are you so fucking obsessed with what I wear, and what I do at work? Why are you so up my ass about everything-“
“I don’t like what you’ve become! They’re changing you, I’m losing my best friend!” She looked me up and down, keeping a tight grip on me.
My nails dug into her arms, attempting to get them off me. “No, because you do this shit with anyone I’m interested in- Everything has to go through a quality check with you. Why are you so fucking jealous of anything at all I give my attention to!?”
“I don’t care, I was right about Stevie! It took you like five hours to figure out what I knew the second I laid eyes on her!”
“Why are you SO obsessed with Stevie? Do you, like, have some fucking crush on me, or something?!” I tore her hands off me, backing away.
She stared at me, her back still leaned against the wall. There was pain in her eyes. Silence fills the room as I pick up my clutch and step into the shoes that I’d haphazardly thrown to the side, slipping them on as best I could.
When I looked at her again, I saw her quickly glance away and wipe her eyes.
“Okay, Regina George.” She squinted her eyes at me, defensively. “I’m just trying to look out for you because I know how you are!” She shouted.
“You don’t know anything about me! Not anymore. Your world is too far detached from mine. All I do is walk on fucking eggshells around you because lately, I’m so scared to piss you off, or- or disappoint you!” I reached out my arm pointing towards her.
“What? How?!” She winced.
“You’re my best friend! You’re the last person that’s supposed to make me feel like that! I have too many people in my life that make me feel like that!” My voice was scratchy, breaking at the sight of tears coming from Billie’s eyes too. “Why cant you see that I’m trying? Why does no one see that? No one appreciates anything I fucking do!”
Her sad eyes widened, “That’s not true! I love you more than anything! I appreciate-“
I cut her off, “Then why is everything I do with my life such a fucking inconvenience to you!”
“You make me feel like the least important fucking person on the planet. If you think I’m a piece of shit friend, what the fuck does that make you?” She cried, wiping her tears away before they could fall. “You fucking promised!”
“I kept my fucking promise, Billie!” I got closer to her again.
“I was the last fucking stop of your day! I wanted to be the first!”
“What else did you want, princess?”
She screamed in my face, “Nothing! Not anymore!”
She wiped at her eyes again, smudging her eyeliner even more than it already was.
“Fine.” I fidget with the straps on my heels, bending over to see them better through my water eyes.
Finneas opened the door, scaring me a little. “Hey, everyone is waiting for you guys in the bus.” He said, poking his head in. He quickly notices Billie in tears, and the dense energy floating about the room.
“Everything
 okay?” He walked in, looking at us both.
“No.” She said. “I want her to leave.”
Finneas looked between her and I, trying to figure out what had just happened. He opened his mouth to say something, but took it back, exchanging a look with Billie.
I began to walk out, but Finneas stopped me, blocking the door. “You both need to just have a talk. I think there’s-“
“No, Finneas, let her leave. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“What doesn’t matter anymore?” Finneas asks, urgently. I glance at Billie, seeing her rub her temples to combat a couple tics.
“Any of it! This. Us.” I answer for her.
Finneas grabbed Billie’s duffle bag off the floor, noticing the footprint tracks all over it from being stepped on.
I walked out, not even bothering to limp. I didn’t even notice I had rolled my ankle when she pushed me, but the adrenaline from our explosion flowed through my body. It wasn’t until I sat in the empty lobby, calling an uber to take me to the nearest hotel I could afford, that I noticed how swollen it was.
While I waited, Finneas reappeared, wondering if I was okay. I’m sure billie caught him up because he asked me if I needed help finding a flight back home.
I shook my head, “I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” I closed my eyes, putting my face in my hands. “Probably just get a rental and drive home.”
“Well, we’ll be here until late tomorrow. You got a place to stay tonight?”
I nodded. He let me know where they’d be staying for the night and said his goodbyes, as my uber pulled up. He walked me out to it, verifying the driver was legit and I climbed in the back seat.
Finneas leaned into the car, resting his elbows into the door frame, “You know, she’s the one who asked me to come check on you
 To make sure you make it out okay. She told me not to let you leave unless I make sure you’re gonna be safe.”
I stared at the seat in front of me, blinking slowly.
“Have a good night.” He tapped the top of the sedan after closing the door for me.
At the hotel, I limped out of my stupid dress, and climbed in bed. With no change of clothes, I knew I had to figure something out tomorrow. I laid there, my eyes open, staring at the ceiling. My brain so unsatisfied, revisiting things I said or did, coming up with anything that would make things different. I knew I would barely get any sleep tonight.
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When the morning sun came back around, I woke up to the hotel phone ringing. “Hello?”
“Hello, I was just calling from the front desk to let you know someone is here asking for you.”
“Who is it?” I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
“A Maggie Baird?”
I sighed, relieved it wasn’t Billie. “Send her up, please.”
I got up and wrapped a large, white hotel robe around me, waiting for Maggie to knock on my door. Meanwhile, I checked my phone, seeing 4 missed calls from work, already knowing I’d never hear the end of it from Joe.
When she came in, she had a tote bag full of stuff. “Hey sweetheart, I brought you some clothes and shoes. Finneas told me you were limping pretty bad and Billie thinks you flew here with nothing.” She set it on my bed.
“Thanks, Maggie.”
She hugged me, rubbing my back. “Of course, honey. You know, it’s going to be okay.”
“I don’t think so, I can’t keep doing this back and forth with her. We’re just from two different worlds.”
“You two grew up in the same world, you know?” She watched me walk over to the bed, examining the clothes inside the tote.
I wondered if I should even bother explaining anything. I’m sure Billie already told her everything, and painted me out to be the bad guy.
“I know, but I think now we’re too different.”
“You guys are best friends. You don’t know how much she cares about you, Remy.” She sat next to me, pulling me into her shoulder.
“I care about her too, but clearly it’s not enough.”
“Well I want you to know that I love you dearly, and I’m always going to be here for you.” I sighed, wishing I had a mother like Maggie. I thought of all the times I needed a mom, and Maggie stepped up, making me feel like part of the family. “Don’t be a stranger, please.”
I nodded, giving her a hug. “Thank you for bringing this. You didn’t have to.”
“Of course. Let me know if you need anything else. You have a way to get home?”
“Yeah.” I lied.
“Okay, be safe, hun.” She left.
I could smell that all too familiar scent coming from the clothing in the tote. I pulled out some white sweats and a white matching sweatshirt with Japanese writing on both of them. I saw a pair of Billie’s converse for me to wear and some socks rolled up inside them. A pair of boyshorts, a sports bra, and a hair tie were at the bottom as well, making me smile because she thought of even the smallest detail. I walked over to the shower, turning the knob to its hottest setting, and waiting for it to heat up.
Once clean, I put on the clothes, and checked out of my hotel. I ubered straight to the car rental and began the trip back home.
3 hours into the road trip, I checked my phone as it buzzed constantly, realizing it’d be best to call in sick, instead of ignoring the rest of my problems. I groaned, reaching for it in the passengers seat. Sadly, the Bluetooth on this old rental did not work, and the radio stations kept repeating the same 8 songs over and over again, driving me insane. I lowered the volume to give the office a call, but my phone slipped out of my hands.
“Fuck me, bro!” I stabilized the steering wheel and leaned down into the passenger’s seat floor, trying hard to reach for my phone.
I grabbed onto the floor mat, pulling it towards me in hopes my phone would be within reach. I heard someone on the opposite side of the highway honk their horn at my swerving, causing me to sit back up and look at the road ahead.
“Fuck.” I whispered to myself. I tried one more time, touching it with my fingertips and using my nails to get it closer.
“Ha!” I grabbed it, immediately swerving back into my lane. I began typing, letting Joe know I was sick but would be back in tomorrow.
As I hit send, everything went completely black.
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sharkboywrites · 2 days ago
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I've been thinking about a reader (preferably male) who is very affectionate. Like, he loves to cuddle with the crew members every second (except with Jisgrace) and would do things like sleep with Anya sometimes (like a mother-son relationship đŸ„ș), jump on Swansea randomly to give him hugs and would also love to have his head propped up on his belly (speaking like this it sounds like Swansea is pregnant đŸ€Ł), now, with Daisuke... He would still be affectionate, but sometimes more discreetly because he is a little more shy by people close to his age (I have in mind a reader the same age as Daisuke or a year younger), but overall, he would like to walk hand in hand with our intern. Hope you can do this! Thank you and have a nice day!!
Tulpar Crew With an Affectionate Reader
A/N: Trying to get back into writing fics after my medical issues, sorry it's bee such a long wait!
Male reader x tulpar crew (platonic)
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Curly is a bit caught of guard at first. He's not used to affection, especially not from his crewmates, so when you're suddenly all over him, giving him hugs on duty whenever you can, he's a but surprised. That doesn't mean it's unwelcome, though. once he gets used to it, he warms up to you, reciprocating your hugs and other forms of affection, and he finds himself looking forward to it most days. it helps ground him.
Anya is a bit nervous at first. She's not exactly good with physical contact and affection, and it takes her a while to get used to it. however, once she is used to it, she finds herself looking forward to your affection every day. It comforts her, which she's found she needs a lot. you both help each other feel safe on the tulpar and comfort one another on your worst days.
immediately, Daisuke can tell that you treat him a bit differently than you do everyone else. At first he's a bit offended. What about him is so different? it isn't until Anya snitches on you tells him that you feel nervous due to your close age that it makes sense to him, He makes it a point to be the one to initiate affection after that point, and he always looks forward to your small moments of affection.
Swansea can immediately tell what type of person you are. he's probably had one of his kids be a velcro child, so he's used to the clingy type of behavior. he pretends that it annoys him, and he'll tell you to get off, but he'll never push you off or complain too much. Secretly, it makes him feel better and reminds him of his kids back home, so deep down he hopes you don't stop being affectionate and lighthearted anytime soon.
Deep down, Jimmy pretends like he doesn't care. Why should he care? He doesn't want you clinging to him all the time. he doesn't want to cuddle with a man, that's gross. At least, that's what he tells himself. because deep down he knows, and I think we all know too, that he's jealous. What's so wrong with him, huh? Why is he so undeserving of affection? He'll never say it though, he's too prideful.
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rizzmura · 2 days ago
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under your skin; what are we doing
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enemy!niki x fem!reader
warnings: strong language, mild sexual tension, suggestive themes, enemies-to-lovers dynamic, light teasing/flirting, angst, heated banter, emotionally charged moments
w.c.: 2.7k
chapter four synopsis: things get complicated as you try to navigate this new dynamic. are you friends? enemies? something more? niki is all mixed signals, and you can't figure out if you’re supposed to love him or hate him. every step forward feels like two steps back, and your feelings grow more confusing by the day... but niki makes his decision by kissing... someone who wasnt you.
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the kiss still lingered in your mind, but you couldn’t let it consume you—not with everything else going on. you told yourself it was just a moment, a fluke. but the tension between you and niki was like a constant hum in the background, a buzz you couldn’t shake. it was annoying, distracting—yet undeniably intriguing.
you had never been more frustrated in your life.
it was a regular day at the cafĂ©, your favorite spot for a little peace and quiet. or so you thought. you were trying to focus on some work when you heard a familiar voice—loud, cocky, as always.
“working hard or hardly working?” niki’s voice broke through the air like a wrecking ball.
you rolled your eyes, not even looking up. “what do you want, niki?”
you heard the soft scrape of a chair, and before you knew it, his figure was looming over you, that damn smirk of his plastered across his face. it was maddening.
“just thought i’d join you,” he said, settling into the seat across from you without asking. “you always look so serious when you’re here. what’s the fun in that?”
you shot him a side-eye but didn’t respond. it was clear by now he liked to get under your skin, and you had learned to deal with it—barely.
“so, what are we doing here today?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to figure you out.
“trying to get some work done,” you muttered, but his presence alone made it nearly impossible. you tried to focus on the screen, typing out the words as if the task would somehow help you ignore him. but it was useless. niki was always there, always in the way.
“work, huh?” niki grinned. “don’t tell me you’re actually productive in here. i thought this was your little hideout to avoid the world.”
you glared at him, but he didn’t even flinch. if anything, his smirk only deepened. “maybe i just prefer peace and quiet, something you clearly don’t understand.”
he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your attempt to shut him down. “i get peace and quiet just fine. i can be quiet when i want to be.” his gaze lingered on you for a beat too long. “but you don’t seem to like it when i’m quiet, do you?”
the words stung more than they should have. you didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. something about his presence—his cocky, infuriating presence—was impossible to ignore. the last few weeks had only made it worse. and the kiss? that was just a blip on your radar, right? a one-time thing. a stupid mistake. you weren’t going to think about it.
“not really,” you snapped, trying to recover. “but i’ve learned to deal with it.”
he chuckled, a sound that made your stomach twist. “you’re lying. you love the way i get under your skin. it’s cute.”
your face flushed with frustration. “cute?” you shook your head, exasperated. “you’re so annoying.”
“and yet, here we are,” niki replied smoothly, his eyes sparkling with that damned arrogance. “you’ve got me here, sitting across from you, talking to you. so what does that say about you, huh?”
the words hit you harder than you expected, and for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. it was true. he was right. you couldn’t ignore him, couldn’t push him away, no matter how much you tried. it was like he had a permanent place in your mind, whether you wanted him there or not.
“are we friends, or enemies, niki?” you asked before you could stop yourself, the question hanging in the air like a loaded gun.
niki tilted his head, his grin widening. “i think we’re something else entirely,” he said, voice teasing. “but maybe you’re too scared to admit it.”
your pulse quickened, but you kept your expression neutral, trying to hide the growing uncertainty in your chest. “what the hell does that even mean?”
“oh, i think you know exactly what i mean,” he replied, leaning forward slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “but i’m not going to make it easy for you. you’re smart—figure it out.”
before you could respond, niki stood up, pushing his chair back with a loud scrape that made you flinch. he flashed you one last look, that damn teasing smile on his face. “i’ll leave you to it,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal.
“you’re such an asshole,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.
“yeah, i know,” niki called over his shoulder, his voice dripping with amusement. “but you can’t seem to get enough of me, can you?”
you watched him walk away, your heart pounding in your chest. it was like he always had the last word, and you hated it. you hated the way your pulse raced whenever he was around, the way he could make your blood boil and your heart flutter at the same time.
you were getting caught in a web, and no matter how much you tried to pull away, you couldn’t escape.
what were you doing? what was this? it felt like you were spinning in circles, chasing your own tail, unable to break free.
the more you tried to distance yourself from him, the more you realized: maybe you didn’t want to.
the cafĂ© felt quieter now, almost unnervingly so, after niki walked out. you tried to focus on your work again, but it was impossible. his words, his smirk, his entire presence—everything about him lingered in the space like a ghost, haunting you, and you hated it. hated that you couldn’t just brush him off like you did with everyone else.
you tapped your fingers against the desk, trying to ignore the way your mind kept wandering back to him. figure it out. that’s what he said. like it was some kind of challenge, one that you had no choice but to take on. the audacity. the nerve. and yet, here you were, stuck in your own tangled mess of feelings that made no sense at all.
it was clear by now that niki wasn’t making this easy. he wasn’t going to just disappear and let you move on. every time you thought you had it figured out, he showed up again, a damn mystery wrapped in an enigma that made your heart race and your head spin.
you sighed heavily, leaning back in your chair. maybe you were overthinking it. maybe you should just let it go—tell yourself that the kiss, the arguments, the tension, were all just... meaningless. a silly game that had gotten out of hand.
but when your phone buzzed, you glanced down and froze. a text from niki.
“you looked cute when you were mad. just thought you should know.”
your heart skipped a beat, and you bit your lip, resisting the urge to throw your phone across the room. it was so typical of him to send something so infuriatingly casual, like he didn’t just blow your entire emotional equilibrium to pieces with that simple message.
you could feel your anger bubbling up again, but also something else—something sharp, something that made your skin feel hot and your pulse quicken. you didn’t want to admit it, but you missed the banter, the push and pull, the strange game you’d been playing since the moment you met him. as much as you hated it, you missed him.
you typed out a quick reply, fingers trembling with frustration and maybe something else.
“go to hell, niki.”
it was childish, sure. but it was the only response you had in the moment. you hit send, set your phone down, and tried to focus again, praying that this time, you could actually get some work done.
but then, your phone buzzed again.
“that’s the best you’ve got? you’re slipping.”
you groaned, slumping in your seat. he was impossible. was there no end to the games he played, no line he wouldn’t cross to get under your skin?
you opened your mouth to type another scathing retort, but before you could, the door to the cafĂ© opened again. your stomach dropped when you saw him walk in—niki, of course. he spotted you immediately, his eyes lighting up in that all-too-familiar way. and then, as if nothing had happened, he was walking toward your table like he owned the place.
your chest tightened, but you refused to acknowledge it. you forced yourself to keep your expression neutral, even though the last thing you wanted was to deal with him right now.
niki pulled out the chair across from you without asking, settling into it like he had every right to be there.
“you know, i thought about what you said,” he began, his voice light, teasing, as if the moment before hadn’t happened at all. “and i think you’re right. you should really stop texting me back. it’s not good for you.”
you stared at him, biting back a sarcastic laugh. “werent you just here, asshole.”
he shrugged, clearly unfazed. “yeah and i came back, plus i’m just saying. if you didn’t respond, maybe i wouldn’t have to annoy you so much.”
you couldn’t stop yourself from snorting, the laugh coming out sharper than you intended. “yeah, because you’re so easy to ignore.”
a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “that’s the fun part, isn’t it? you pretend like you don’t want to talk to me, but we both know better.”
your heart gave a strange, uncomfortable lurch at the implication, but you pushed it down. no. not today, not ever.
“keep dreaming, niki.” you tried to keep your voice steady, but there was a hint of something in your tone that even you couldn’t ignore. a challenge, maybe. or something more dangerous. you weren’t sure which.
but niki wasn’t letting it go. he leaned in closer, lowering his voice just enough for you to hear, but not enough for anyone else to.
“you want to pretend you don’t feel it?” he said, his gaze intense now, a far cry from his usual teasing. “pretend that you don’t feel something whenever i’m around?” he paused, letting the words hang between you. “we both know it’s there.”
you swallowed hard, every instinct in you telling you to push him away, to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. but the truth was, you did feel it. and it terrified you.
“so what, now you’re going to admit it?” you snapped, hoping to put the question back on him. to turn the tables, make him the one feeling exposed.
but niki just leaned back in his chair, that infuriating smirk returning. “no need to admit anything, sweetheart. we both know the score.”
you opened your mouth to argue, but then you stopped yourself. he was right. you both knew what was happening, even if neither of you wanted to fully acknowledge it.
for a moment, the air between you felt charged, thick with something unspoken. you could feel the pull again, that damn magnetic attraction that made your skin itch and your heart race. and yet, you both danced around it, pretending that you didn’t know what was happening.
maybe that was the game all along.
“i’m not the one with the problem,” you said, forcing your voice to stay steady.
“no, you’re not,” niki replied, his grin still there, but there was something else in his eyes now—something deeper, something that made you question just how much of this was a game. “but i think we both know you’re not really mad at me.”
you didn’t answer. because the truth was, you weren’t mad. at least, not the way you should have been.
you were just... caught. and no matter how hard you tried to deny it, the lines between hate and something else were getting blurrier by the second.
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nanamineedstherapy · 2 days ago
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Tsundere vs. Tsundere: A Battle of Pride (& Boob Grabs)
Tsundere!Four-Armed!Ryomen Sukuna x Even More Tsundere!Reader
Summary: You want to touch his toddies. Tags: Tsundere x Tsundere Warfare, You Made Sukuna Malfunction, Congratulations, He Tries to Kill You but He Can’t Because He’s Embarrassed, Grabbing the King of Curses’ Tiddies: A Cultural Analysis, Four Arms/No Peace, Sukuna Has a Chest and We Will Respectfully Objectify It, Reader Is a Menace to Society (and to Sukuna Specifically), Slow Burn But Only Because He Keeps Running Away, Enemies to "What the Fuck Are We?", No Beta We Die Like Sukuna’s Dignity, Reader has negative shame, Sukuna has four arms and zero escape routes, Sukuna tries to murder you multiple times but honestly? He kinda likes it.
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Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, was feared by all. He was a merciless, bloodthirsty deity, a demon whose name alone sent shivers down the spines of the strongest sorcerers.
And yet.
"Come on," you huffed, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. "Just one squeeze."
Across from you, Ryomen Sukuna, all four arms folded like an impenetrable fortress, gave you a deadpan look.
"You are repulsive."
You gasped, dramatically clutching your chest. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, you perverted little worm," he grumbled, looking disgusted but also slightly concerned for humanity. "Who the hell asks a man to touch his chest like this?"
"A woman of culture," you corrected.
Sukuna exhaled through his nose like a disappointed father.
"You do realize I don’t even have—"
"Yes, you do," you cut in. "Look at those pecs. Absolute meat slabs. That’s not a chest, that’s a national monument."
His eye twitched. "You—"
"—should be honored that I even want to."
"That’s it," he snarled, unfolding his arms, looming over you like the eldritch horror he was. "You are the most insufferable human I have ever met."
You sniffed, tilting your nose up. "Fine then. I’ll just leave since I’m so unwanted."
Sukuna blinked. "Huh?"
"It’s clear you don’t want me around," you continued, sighing dramatically. "I’m not going to stay where I’m not wanted."
He narrowed his eyes. "Tch. Good."
"Great."
"Fine."
"Fine."
A pause.
You turned on your heel, marching off with your nose still high, shoulders squared.
Sukuna watched, waiting for you to stop, to turn around, to say something else—
But you didn’t.
You just kept walking.
His eye twitched.
The audacity.
He let out a sharp click of his tongue. "Oh, for—get back here, you pathetic little thing."
You stopped immediately, turning back faster than you should have.
He stared.
You blinked at him.
"...You were waiting for me to stop you," he accused.
"No, I wasn’t," you said, too fast, too defensive.
"Tch. Liar," he muttered, folding his arms again. "Pathetic."
You smirked, walking back over, smug. "Aww, so you do want me around?"
"I never said that," he snapped.
"But you implied it."
"Shut up."
You grinned like a little gremlin and stepped closer. Sukuna stiffened slightly but didn’t move away.
He was playing with fire, and he knew it.
"...So," you hummed. "About those boobies—"
"For the last time," he snarled, four hands twitching in irritation, "I DO NOT HAVE BOOBS."
"I dunno, Sukuna," you mused, eyeing his very grab-able chest. "I think you do. And I think, deep down, you want me to appreciate them."
"I WILL KILL YOU."
"You won't."
"You are two seconds away from being crushed under my foot, you flea."
You pouted, leaning against his massive frame like a lazy cat. "Then why haven’t you done it yet?"
A vein bulged in his forehead. "Because you’re too damn pathetic to waste my energy on."
"That’s cute. Keep talking."
He gritted his teeth. "Get. Off."
You looked up at him, utterly unbothered, and smirked. "Make me."
For the first time in his cursed existence, Sukuna did not have a comeback.
He glared down at you, his simmering rage met with your absolute lack of shame.
Neither of you moved.
It was a standoff of pride.
A battle between two tsunderes too stubborn for their own good.
Finally, Sukuna scoffed, reaching up with two of his four hands to shove you off.
But instead of throwing you away—
His hands landed on your waist.
He realized too late.
You grinned.
"Aww, look at you," you mocked, reaching up with both hands to squeeze his chest like a gremlin. "Such a big scary curse, and yet, so soft."
Sukuna short-circuited.
"YOU—"
"Shhh," you cooed, squeezing again, lovingly. "You’re ruining the moment, my sweet."
"GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF ME—!"
"I’M NEVER LETTING GO."
Sukuna roared, his rage shaking the very ground beneath you—
But his hands on your waist did not move.
And you grinned even wider.
Sukuna was a beast.
A god.
The King of Curses.
He had slaughtered armies, razed entire civilizations to the ground, and bathed in the blood of his enemies for sheer entertainment.
And yet.
“W-What the fuck was that?” he barked, stumbling back like you had just struck him with a Divine Retribution technique.
You licked your lips, looking very, very pleased with yourself.
"Huh. So you are sensitive."
Sukuna looked horrified.
"You—you disgusting little—" He slapped all four of his hands over his chest like some kind of violated Victorian maiden. "Did you just—"
You smirked. "I licked them nipps."
His entire body locked up.
For the first time in his immortal existence, Sukuna—the monster who had instilled terror into the strongest warriors, the man feared across history—ran.
He ran.
A whole four-armed sprinting menace.
You watched in absolute delight as he took off, tearing through the temple ruins like his life depended on it.
"Oh my god," you wheezed, doubling over with laughter. "This is the best day of my life."
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Later, you found him lurking in the shadows like some kind of brooding, shirtless villain.
"Oi."
He twitched.
You approached, casual as ever, like you hadn’t just discovered his Achilles' heel (or nipples, in this case).
"Still sulking?" you teased, arms crossed, smirking up at him.
Sukuna was leaning against a half-crumbled pillar, arms crossed over his chest like it would protect him from your crimes.
His eyes snapped to you, burning with residual humiliation. "Say another word and I’ll tear your tongue out."
You hummed, tapping your chin, pretending to think. "That’s funny, coming from the guy who ran away the second I—"
"Shut. Up."
You grinned.
A slow, sinister, menace-filled grin.
"You know, Sukuna," you mused, watching the way his muscles tensed in pure, unfiltered rage, "it must be so hard being you."
His eye twitched. "What the hell are you—"
"You know," you continued, milking this moment for all it was worth, "all alone, up in this temple, no one to understand your struggles."
Sukuna glared. "I have no struggles, you imbecile."
You sighed dramatically, shaking your head. "No one to talk to
 No one to help when things get rough
"
He snarled. "I don’t need—"
And then—
You delivered the final blow.
You placed a hand over your heart, feigning sympathy, then tilted your head slightly, voice dripping with fake concern—
"Must be tough
 lactating by yourself, handsome."
Silence.
The world stood still.
Sukuna stared at you.
You stared back.
A vein bulged in his forehead.
His four fists clenched.
The entire atmosphere darkened.
You, completely unbothered, bit back a laugh.
His breathing got heavier. "I am going to rip you apart."
You shrugged. "I’d like to see you try."
He launched at you.
You screamed in pure joy, honked his boobies and ran away.
A/N: Scream in the comments, or Sukuna will lactate alone forever. Your choice. 😌 If you want to discuss Sukuna's Lactation, my asks are open. (✿ ÍĄâ‰–â€ŻÍœÊ– ͡≖)
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loved your makeout w pau fic.. can you do one w marc bernal where his teammates walk in and make a big deal and reader is so blushy while he’s all smiling and smirking
â†Źâ„ Embarrassing clothing.
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Marc Bernal x Fem!Reader
sy: You're having a bit of an intimate moment in the locker room, but his teammates arrive just in time.
a/n: I loved writing this, it sounds so juicy. And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!
warnings: Smut, not disgusting smut. Fun ending.
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The smell of cut grass and sweat was still in the air when you walked into the team’s locker room. Barcelona had just finished training, and most of the players had already left. But you knew Marc Bernal was still there.
And that's exactly why he found it.
He had his back to you, taking off his sweaty shirt when he saw his reflection. The mirror in front of him revealed the satisfied smile that appeared on his lips.
“What are you doing here, Mi cielo?” the husky voice sent a shiver down her spine.
“I just
 stopped by to see if you needed any help.” His voice was low, but full of ulterior motives.
Marc turned around, his dark eyes scanning you from head to toe. Wasting no time, he advanced towards you, his hands firmly on your waist, pulling your body against his.
“What kind of help?”
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours. The kiss was intense, urgent. His hands slid over your body, firm, possessive, as he pressed you against the nearest locker. The taste of him was addictive, a mix of desire and adrenaline.
Marc’s fingers slipped under your shirt, slowly moving up, touching your warm skin. Your body reacted to every touch, to every husky sigh that escaped his lips as the tension between you grew.
He politely broke the kiss for a second, his breathing quickening.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He murmured against her skin, trailing wet kisses down her neck.
Your hands slid down his broad shoulders, lightly scratching his warm skin. You wanted to respond, but all that came out was a low moan as he bit your neck.
His hands moved down to your thighs, lifting your body against the lockers, your bodies pressed together, the heat between you almost unbearable. You felt his breathing quicken, the pressure of his body against yours making you dizzy.
“Marc
” you sighed, your fingers tugging at his hair.
He chuckled against her skin.
“Tell me, Hermosa
 what do you want?”
Before you could respond, a noise echoed through the locker room.
“WHAT THE FUCK—”
Pau Cubarsí’s voice cut through the air, and your body froze. Before you even had time to react, another voice joined the conversation.
“Oops, sorry to bother you!” Hector walked in laughing, his eyes wide as he saw the scene.
Marc, however, just rested his forehead against his shoulder and started laughing. Just laughed. As if he wasn't in the middle of a hot moment caught red-handed.
“Fuck, Bernal,” Raphinha said, leaning against the wall with a mischievous smile. “You really don’t waste time, do you?”
Your face caught fire. You tried to pull away, but Marc held you tight, chuckling against your neck before finally letting you go slowly.
“You guys took your time, huh?” he scoffed, adjusting y/n’s wrinkled shirt.
Pau rolled his eyes.
“Hermano, we were going to invite you out to eat, but apparently you already had another type of MEAL in mind.”
The chorus of laughter made your face heat up even more. You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear.
“You guys are insufferable,” he muttered, hiding his face in his hands.
“Oh, come on, y/n.” Hector laughed. “At least now we can be sure that Bernal doesn’t just lose concentration on the pitch.”
Marc just chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back towards him.
“You can keep talking nonsense, but I just want to know one thing
” he looked at you with a mischievous smile. “Where were we again?”
The locker room erupted into new laughter and screams as you patted his shoulder, trying to hold back your laughter.
“You’re impossible!” You hid behind your boyfriend’s big body.
Marc just winked at you, while his friends continued to laugh and joke around. But deep down, you knew that that satisfied smile only meant one thing: this was far from over.
The locker room still echoed with the laughter of Marc's friends. You were completely clueless, your face burning with embarrassment, while the boys continued to make jokes and poke fun at Marc.
“Seriously, Bernal, a locker room?” Raphinha scoffed once more, crossing her arms. “At least you could wait until we leave so as not to traumatize anyone.”
“Oh, shut up,” Marc laughed, running his hand through his messy hair. “You guys just don’t know when to not show up.”
Pau arched an eyebrow.
“Dude, it’s a LOCKER ROOM. A TEAM’s. Did you really think no one would come in here?”
Marc just shrugged, an unassuming smile on his face. You, on the other hand, wanted to evaporate.
“Can you guys go now?” he muttered, crossing his arms and trying to regain his dignity.
“We can
 but SHOULD we?” Hector Fort is a mischievous right-back.
The boys looked at each other, as if they were plotting something. You already knew that nothing good was coming.
“No, wait.” Pau put his hand on his chin, feigning thought. “I think we have to do something before we leave.”
Marc snorted, he already knew they were up to something.
“You guys are insufferable.” Marc muttered with a laugh.
“Well, now that we know you’re in
 good company,” Rapha said, holding back a laugh, “we have to make sure this happens right.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, suspicious.
It was then that, in a synchronized movement, the three began to clap slowly, as if they were applauding Marc.
You were startled when Raphinha threw some sexual protection packages at you, and that made you even more embarrassed.
“You don’t want to be parents now, do you?” You hid your face behind Marc’s back, who bent down and picked up those little packages.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,” Pau announced in a dramatic tone, “THE MAN, THE LEGEND, MARC BERNAL, DRESSING ROOM GUY!”
Marc threw his head back and laughed. You, on the other hand, widened your eyes, feeling your face heat up even more.
“My God, you guys are RIDICULOUS!” he exclaimed, hiding his face in his hands.
“Relax, y/n.” Hector winked at you. “We’re just happy for the couple.”
“But now we’re going to let you “finish” what you were doing,” Raphinha said, opening the locker room door and making an exaggerated gesture of farewell.
Before they left, Pau looked at Marc and was mischievous.
“Ah, Bernal, just remember not to get the team's shirts dirty, okay?”
The laughter echoed again before they finally left, leaving you and Marc alone again.
You snorted and looked at him, who just leaned against the locker with an amused smile.
“You have no shame, do you?”
“None,” he shrugged, pulling you by the waist again. “But you like it.”
You rolled your eyes, but didn't stop when he moved his lips to yours.
“So, how was I going to say it before we were interrupted
” he murmured against her mouth.
A shiver ran down her spine when she felt his hands firmly on her hips.
“Marc
” his voice came out as a sigh.
He glows, his eyes sparkle with amusement.
“Relax, Preciosa
 now the locker room is all ours.” His hand went inside her shorts, before he smiled into the kiss.
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