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Sebastian Stan Tells All: Becoming Donald Trump, Gaining 15 Pounds and Starring in 2024’s Most Controversial Movie

By Daniel D'Addario

Sebastian Stan Variety Cover Story

It started with the most famous voice on the planet, the one that just won’t shut up.

Sebastian Stan, in real life, sounds very little like Donald Trump, whom he’s playing in the new film “The Apprentice.” Sure, they share a tristate accent — Stan has lived in the city for years and attended Rutgers University before launching his career — but he speaks with none of Trump’s emphasis on his own greatness. Trump dwells, Stan skitters. Trump attempts to draw topics together over lengthy stem-winders (what he recently called “the weave”), while Stan has a certain unwillingness to be pinned down, a desire to keep moving. It takes some coaxing to bring Stan, a man with the upright bearing and square jaw of a matinee idol, to speak about his own process — how hard he worked to conjure a sense Trump, and how he sought to bring out new insights about America’s most scrutinized politician.

“I think he’s a lot smarter than people want to say about him,” Stan says, “because he repeats things consistently, and he’s given you a brand.” Stan would know: He watched videos of Trump on a loop while preparing for “The Apprentice.” In the film, out on Oct. 11, Stan plays Trump as he moves from insecure, aspiring real estate developer to still insecure but established member of the New York celebrity firmament.

We’re sitting over coffee in Manhattan. Stan is dressed down in a black chore coat and black tee, yet he’s anything but a casual conversation partner. He rarely breaks eye contact, doing so only on the occasions when he has something he wants to show me on his iPhone (cracked screen, no case). In this instance, it’s folders of photos and videos labeled “DT” and “DT PHYSICALITY.”

“I had 130 videos on his physicality on my phone,” Stan says. “And 562 videos that I had pulled with pictures from different time periods — from the ’70s all the way to today — so I could pull out his speech patterns and try to improvise like him.” Stan, deep in character, would ad-lib entire scenes at director Ali Abbasi’s urging, drawing on the details he’d learned from watching Trump and reading interviews to understand precisely how to react in each moment.

“Ali could come in on the second take and say, ‘Why don’t you talk a little bit about the taxes and how you don’t want to pay?’ So I had to know what charities they were going to in 1983. Every night I would go home and try not only to prepare for the day that was coming, but also to prepare for where Ali was going to take this.”

Looking at Stan’s phone, among the endless pictures of Trump, I glimpse thumbnails of Stan’s own face perched in a Trumpian pout and videos of the actor’s preparation just aching to be clicked — or to be stored in the Trump Presidential Library when this is all over in a few months, or in 2029, or beyond.

“I started to realize that I needed to start speaking with my lips in a different way,” Stan says. “A lot of that came from the consonants. If I’m talking, I’m moving forward.” On film, Stan shapes his mouth like he can’t wait to get the plosives out, puckering without quite tipping into parody. “The consonants naturally forced your lips forward.”

“If he did 10% more of what he did, it would become ‘Saturday Night Live,’” Abbasi says. “If he did 10% less, then he’s not conjuring that person. But here’s the thing about Sebastian: He’s very inspired by reality, by research. And that’s also the way I work; if you want to go to strange places, you need to get your baseline reality covered very well.”

A little later, Stan passes me the phone again to show me a selfie of him posing shirtless and revealing two sagging pecs and a bit of a gut. He’s pouting into a mirror. If his expression looks exaggerated, consider that he was in Marvel-movie shape before stepping into the role of the former president; the body transformation happened rapidly and jarringly. Trump’s size is a part of the film’s plot — as Trump’s sense of self inflates, so does he. In a rush to meet the shooting deadline for “The Apprentice,” Abbasi asked Stan, “How much weight can you gain?”

“You’d be surprised,” Stan tells me. “You can gain a lot of weight in two months.” (Fifteen pounds, to be exact.)

Now he’s back in fighting form, but the character has stayed with him. After years of playing second-fiddle agents of chaos — goofball husbands to Margot Robbie’s and Lily James’ characters in “I, Tonya” and Hulu’s “Pam & Tommy,” surly frenemy to Chris Evans’ Captain America in the Marvel franchise — Stan plunged into the id of the man whose appetites have reshaped our world. He had to have a polished enough sense of Trump that he could improvise in character, and enough respect for him to play him as a human being, not a monster.

It’s one of two transformations this year for Stan — and one that might give a talented actor that most elusive thing: a brand of his own. He’s long been adjacent enough to star power that he could feel its glow, but he hasn’t been the marquee performer. While his co-stars have found themselves defined by the projects he’s been in — from “Captain America” and “I, Tonya” back to his start on “Gossip Girl” — he’s spent more than a decade in the public eye while evading being defined at all.

This fall promises to be the season that changes all that: Stan is pulling double duty with “The Apprentice” and “A Different Man” (in theaters Sept. 20), in which he plays a man afflicted with a disfiguring tumor disorder who — even when presented with a fantastical treatment that makes him look like, well, Sebastian Stan — can’t be cured of ailments of the soul. For “A Different Man,” Stan won the top acting prize at the Berlin Film Festival; for “The Apprentice,” the sky’s the limit, if it can manage to get seen. (More on that later.)

One reason Stan has largely evaded being defined is that he’s never the same twice, often willing to get loopy or go dark in pursuit of his characters’ truths. That’s all the more true this year: In “The Apprentice,” he’s under the carapace of Trumpiness; in “A Different Man,” his face is hidden behind extensive prosthetics.

“In my book, if you’re the good-looking, sensitive guy 20 movies in a row, that’s not a star for me,” says Abbasi, who compares Stan to Marlon Brando — an actor eager to play against his looks. “You’re just one of the many in the factory of the Ken dolls.”

This fall represents Stan’s chance to break out of the toy store once and for all. His Winter Soldier brought a jolt of evil into Captain America’s world, and his Jeff Gillooly was the devil sitting on Tonya Harding’s shoulder. Now Stan is at the center of the frame, playing one of the most divisive characters imaginable. So he’s showing us where he can go. The spotlight is his, and so is the risk that comes with it.

Why take such a risk?

The script for “The Apprentice,” which Stan first received in 2019, but which took years to come together, made him consider the American dream, the one that Trump achieved and is redefining.

Stan emigrated with his mother, a pianist, from communist Romania as a child. “I was raised always aware of the American dream: America being the land of opportunity, where dreams come true, where you can make something of yourself.” He pushes the wings of his hair back to frame his face, a gold signet ring glinting in the late-summer sunlight, and, briefly, I can hear a hint of Trump’s directness of approach. “You can become whoever you want, if you just have a good idea.” Stan’s good idea has been to play the lead in movies while dodging the formulaic identity of a leading man, and this year will prove just how far he can take it.

“The Apprentice” seemed like it would never come together before suddenly it did. This time last year, Stan was sure it was dead in the water, and he was OK with that. “If this movie is not happening, it’s because it’s not meant to happen,” he recalls thinking. “It will not be because I’m too scared and walk away.”

Called in on short notice and filming from November 2023 to January of this year (ahead of a May premiere in Cannes), Stan lent heft and attitude to a character arc that takes Trump from local real estate developer in the 1970s to national celebrity in the 1980s. He learns the rough-and-tumble game of power from the ruthless and hedonistic political fixer Roy Cohn (Jeremy Strong), eventually cutting the closeted Cohn loose as he dies of AIDS and alienating his wife Ivana (Maria Bakalova) in the process. (In a shocking scene, Donald sexually assaults Ivana in their Trump Tower apartment.) For all its edginess, the film is about Trump’s personality — and the way it calcified into a persona — rather than his present-day politics. (Despite its title, it’s set well before the 2004 launch of the reality show that finally made Trump the superstar he longed to be.)

And despite the fact that Trump has kept America rapt since he announced his run for president in 2015, Hollywood has been terrified of “The Apprentice.” The film didn’t sell for months after Cannes, an unusual result for a major English-language competition film, partly because Trump’s legal team sent a cease-and-desist letter attempting to block the film’s release in the U.S. while the fest was still ongoing. When it finally sold, it was to Briarcliff Entertainment, a distributor so small that the production has launched a Kickstarter campaign to raise money so that it will be able to stay in theaters.

Yes, Hollywood may vote blue, but it’s not the same town that released “Fahrenheit 9/11” or even “W.,” let alone a film that depicts the once (and possibly future) president raping his wife. (The filmmakers stand behind that story. “The script is 100% backed by my own interviews and historical research,” says Gabriel Sherman, the screenwriter and a journalist who covers Trump and the American conservative movement. “And it’s important to note that it is not a documentary. It’s a work of fiction that’s inspired by history.”) Entertainment corporations from Netflix to Disney would be severely inconvenienced if the next president came into office with a grudge against them.

“I am quite shocked, to be honest,” Abbasi says. “This is not a political piece. It’s not a hit piece; it’s not a hatchet job; it’s not propaganda. The fact that it’s been so challenging is shocking.” Abbasi, born in Iran, was condemned by his government over his last film, “Holy Spider,” and cannot safely return. He sees a parallel in the response to “The Apprentice.” “OK, that’s Iran — that is unfortunately expected. But I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Everything with this film has been one day at a time,” Stan says. The actor chalks up the film’s divisiveness to a siloed online environment. “There are a lot of people who love reading the [film’s] Wikipedia page and throwing out their opinions,” he says, an edge entering his voice. “But they don’t actually know what they’re talking about. That’s a popular sport now online, apparently.”

Unprompted, Stan brings up the idea that Trump is so widely known that some might think a biographical film about him serves no purpose. “When someone says, ‘Why do we need this movie? We know all this,’ I’ll say, ‘Maybe you do, but you haven’t experienced it. The experience of those two hours is visceral. It’s something you can hopefully feel — if you still have feelings.’”

After graduating from Rutgers in 2005, Stan found his first substantial role on “Gossip Girl,” playing troubled rich kid Carter Baizen. Like teen soaps since time immemorial, “Gossip Girl” was a star-making machine. “It was the first time I was in serious love with somebody,” he says. (He dated the series’ star, Leighton Meester, from 2008 to 2010.) He feels nostalgic for that moment: “Walking around the city, seeing these same buildings and streets — life seemed simpler.”

Stan followed his “Gossip Girl” gig with roles on the 2009 NBC drama “Kings,” playing a devious gay prince in an alternate-reality modern world governed by a monarchy, and the 2012 USA miniseries “Political Animals,” playing a black-sheep prince (and once again a gay man) of a different sort — the son of a philandering former president and an ambitious former first lady.

When I ask him what lane he envisioned himself in as a young actor, he shrugs off the question. “I grew up with a single mom, and I didn’t have a lot of male role models. I was always trying to figure out what I wanted to be. And at some point, I was like, I could just be a bunch of things.”

Which might seem challenging when one is booked to play the same character, Bucky Barnes, in Marvel movie after Marvel movie. Bucky’s adventures have been wide-ranging — he’s been brainwashed and turned evil and then brought back to the home team again, all since his debut in 2011’s “Captain America: The First Avenger.” Next year, he’ll anchor the summer movie “Thunderbolts,” as the leader of a squad of quirky heroes played by, among others, Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Florence Pugh. It’s easy to wonder if this has come to feel like a cage of sorts.

Not so, says Stan. His new Marvel film “was kind of like ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’ — a guy coming into this group that was chaotic and degenerate, and somehow finding a way to unite them.”

Lately, knives have been out for Marvel movies as some have disappointed at the box office, and “Thunderbolts,” which endured strike delays and last-minute cast changes, has been under scrutiny.

“It’s become really convenient to pick on [Marvel films],” Stan says. “And that’s fine. Everyone’s got an opinion. But they’re a big part of what contributes to this business and allows us to have smaller movies as well. This is an artery traveling through the system of this entire machinery that’s Hollywood. It feeds in so many more ways than people acknowledge.” He adds, “Sometimes I get protective of it because the intention is really fucking good. It’s just fucking hard to make a good movie over and over again.”

Which may account for an eagerness to try something new. “In the last couple of years,” he says, “I’ve gotten much more aggressive about pursuing things that I want, and I’m constantly looking for different ways of challenging myself.”

The challenge continued throughout the shoot of “The Apprentice,” as Stan pushed the material. “One of the most creatively rewarding parts of the process was how open Sebastian was to giving notes on the script but also wanting to go beyond the script,” says Sherman, the screenwriter. “If he was interested in a certain aspect of a scene, he was like, Can you find me a quote?” he recalls.

Building a dynamic through improvised scenes, Stan and Strong stayed in character throughout the “Apprentice” shoot. “I was doing an Ibsen play on Broadway,” says Strong, who won a Tony in June for his performance in “An Enemy of the People,” “and he came backstage afterwards. And it was like — I’d never really met Sebastian, and I don’t think he’d ever met me. So it was nice to meet him.”

Before the pair began acting together, they didn’t rehearse much — “I’m not a fan of rehearsals,” Strong says. “I think actors are best left in their cocoon, doing their work, and then trusted to walk on set and be ready.” The two didn’t touch the script together until cameras went up — though they spent a preproduction day, Strong says, playing games in character as Donald and Roy.

After filming, both have kept memories of the hold their characters had on them. They shared a flight back from Telluride — a famously bumpy trip out of the mountains. “He’s a nervous flyer, and I’m a nervous flyer,” Stan says. Both marveled at the fact that they’d contained their nerves on the first day of shooting “The Apprentice,” when their characters traveled together via helicopter. “We both go, ‘Yeah — but there was a camera.’”

Stan’s aggressive approach to research came in handy on “A Different Man,” which shot before “The Apprentice.” His character’s disorder, neurofibromatosis, is caused by a genetic mutation and presents as benign tumors growing in the nervous system. After being healed, he feels a growing envy for a fellow sufferer who seems unbothered by his disability.

Stan’s co-star, Adam Pearson, was diagnosed with neurofibromatosis in early childhood. Stan found the experience challenging to render faithfully. “I said many times, I can do all the research in the world, but am I ever going to come close to this?” Stan says. “How am I going to ever do this justice?”

Plus, he had precious little time to prepare: “He was fully on board, and the film was being made weeks later,” director Aaron Schimberg says. “Zero to 60 in a matter of weeks.”

The actor grappled for something to hold on to, and Pearson sug gested he refer to his own experience of fame. “Adam said to me, ‘You know what it’s like to be public property,’” Stan says.

Pearson recalls describing the experience to Stan this way: “While you don’t understand the invasiveness and the staring and the pointing that I’ve grown up with, you do know what it’s like to have the world think you owe them something.”

That sense of alienation becomes universal through the film’s storytelling: “A Different Man” takes its premise as the jumping-off point for a deep and often mordant investigation of who we all are underneath the skin.

The film was shot in 22 days in a New York City heat wave, and there was, Schimberg says, “no room for error. I would get four or five takes, however many I could squeeze out, but there’s no coverage.”

Through it all, Stan’s performance is utterly poised — Schimberg and Stan discussed Buster Keaton as a reference for his ability to be “completely stone-faced” amid chaos, the director says. And the days were particularly long because Oscar-nominated prosthetics artist Michael Marino was only able to apply Stan’s makeup in the early morning, before going to his job on the set of “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.”

“Even though I wasn’t shooting until 11 a.m., I would go at like 5 in the morning to his studio, or his apartment,” Stan recalls. The hidden advantage was that Stan had hours to kill while made up like his character, the kind of person the world looks past. “I wanted to walk around the city and see what happened,” Stan says. “On Broadway, one of the busiest streets in New York, no one’s looking at me. It’s as if I’m not even there.” The other reaction was worse: “Somebody would immediately stop and very blatantly hit their friend, point, take a picture.”

It was a study in empathy that flowed into the character. Stan had spoken to Pearson’s mother, who watched her son develop neurofibromatosis before growing into a disability advocate and, eventually, an actor. “She said to me, ‘All I ever wanted was for someone to walk in his shoes for a day,’” Stan recalls. “And I guess that was the closest I had ever come.”

“The Apprentice” forced Stan, and forces the viewer, to do the same with a figure that some 50% of the electorate would sooner forget entirely. And that lends the film its controversy. Those on the right, presupposing that the movie is an anti-Trump document, have railed against it. In a statement provided to Variety, a Trump campaign spokesman said, “This ‘film’ is pure malicious defamation, should never see the light of day and doesn’t even deserve a place in the straight-to-DVD section of a bargain bin at a soon-to-be-closed discount movie store, it belongs in a dumpster fire.” The campaign threatened a lawsuit, though none has materialized.

Asked about the assault scene, Stan notes that Ivana had made the claim in a deposition, but later walked it back. “Is it closer to the truth, what she had said directly in the deposition or something that she retracted?” he asks. “They went with the first part.”

The movie depicts, too, Ivana’s carrying on with her marriage after the violation, which may be still more devastating. “How do you overcome something like this?” asks Bakalova. “Do you have to put on a mask that everything is fine? In the next scene, she’s going to play the game and pretend that we’re the glamorous, perfect couple.” The Trumps, in “The Apprentice,” live in a world of paper-thin images, one that grows so encompassing that Donald no longer feels anything for the people to whom he was once loyal. They’re props in his stage show.

“The Apprentice” will drop in the midst of the most chaotic presidential election of our lifetime. “The way it lands in this extremely polarized situation, for me as an artist, is exciting. I won’t lie to you,” says Abbasi.

When asked if he was concerned about blowback from a Trump 47 presidency, Stan says, “You can’t do this movie and not be thinking about all those things, but I really have no idea. I’m still in shock from going from an assassination attempt to the next weekend having a president step down [from a reelection bid].”

Stan’s job, as he sees it, was to synthesize everything he’d absorbed — all those videos on his phone — into a person who made sense. This Trump had to be part of a coherent story, not just the flurry of news updates to which we’ve become accustomed.

“You can take a Bach or a Beethoven, and everyone’s going to play that differently on the piano, right?” Stan says. (His pianist mother named him for Johann Sebastian Bach.) “So this is my take on what I’ve learned. I have to strip myself of expectations of being applauded for this, if people are going to like it or people are going to hate it. People are going to say whatever they want. Hopefully they should think at least before they say it.”

It’s a reality that Stan is now used to — the work is the work, and the way people interpret him is none of his business. Perhaps that’s why he has run away from ever being the same thing twice. “I could sit with you today and tell you passionately what my truth is, but it doesn’t matter,” he says. “Because people are more interested in a version of you that they want to see, rather than who you are.”

“The Apprentice” has been the subject of extreme difference of opinion by many who have yet to see it. It’s been read — and will continue to be after its release — as anti-Trump agitprop. The truth is chewier and more complicated, and, perhaps, unsuited for these times.

“Are we going to live in a world where anyone knows what the truth is anymore? Or is it just a world that everyone wants to create for themselves?” Stan asks.

His voice — the one that shares a slight accent with Trump but that is, finally, Stan’s own — is calm and clear. “People create their own truth right now,” he says. “That’s the only thing that I’ve made peace with; I don’t need to twist your arm if that’s what you want to believe. But the way to deal with something is to actually confront it.”

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pls super nasty smut w todo where we are his favorite idol 🙏

Todo FUCKS and i know it………

contains: fem reader, fanboy!Todo, protected sex, quickie, hair pulling, dirty talk, rough sex, backshots, dacraphillia, using panties as a gag :3

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Todo had been waiting for this moment his whole life.. he was finally going to meet his idol. The large man stood behind a group of shorter guys, all giggling as they watched you hug a sweet-looking fan. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, he was so close he could smell your perfume. Just the annoyingly giddy group of boys in front of him and it would be his turn.

He had gone over this exact moment over and over in his head. You looked so pretty in your light pink dress, frilly thigh highs to match, that squished the fat of your thighs at the top, making his eyes roll back in his head in disbelief at how anyone could look so perfect. Todo had been a fan for years, he had watched every show you had been on, every special, he had seen every magazine, poster, and any form of media there was of you he had seen; he would like to own all of it but his collection was quite impressive already.

"Thank you for your support!" You spoke kindly, averting your body to shake hands with the boys instead of hugging them. You could tell he looked dejected, but the boy smelled like BO and you had noticed his lock screen when he went to take a selfie with you-- it was of a young-looking anime girl in a bikini.. not exactly the kind of guy you wanted up in your personal space, but by the way he gripped his hand and stared at it in awe when he walked away you could tell he was more than satisfied.

You sighed, growing tired from meeting all the fans, sure you loved seeing all their cute faces and tears of appreciation, some even bringing you gifts, but you had been standing in the same spot for almost five hours now, the heels you were wearing felt like they were slowly melting into your feet and becoming one with the skin. You looked over to your manager, keeping a faux smile on your face as you did so, but widening your eyes to let her know you were going to cry if you didn't get a break soon.

"U-um, H-hello my name is Todo Ali Its-" A deep voice broke you out of your silent plea to your manager, snapping your neck to behind you a man more than twice your size stood in front of you, fiddling with his hands in his pockets as he took everything in. You knew you had quite the male-dominated audience, but this man didn't fit the description for your usual fans.

He was handsome, extremely fit; so much so it looked like his pecs were going to burst through his shirt and you could faintly make out the indents of his abs; he smelled amazing, which was refreshing after all this teen boy musk, his voice sent tingles down your spine, and he hadn't immediately tried to touch you in some way when he stepped into your space. "Hi there big guy~" You responded, reaching your arm out to grab onto his bicep, stroking it friendly (also simultaneously trying to cop a feel.)

Todo blushed, you were touching him right now, not just touching him you were stroking his arm. He had to take a deep breath in order to not pass out. "I've been a fan for so long when I found out you were coming to Kyoto I-" Your giggles cut him off, your sharp acrylics lightly scratching down his arm as you pulled one of his hands out of his pockets and took it in yours; you couldn't help but notice how much larger it was than yours. "I'm so glad you came Todo~" You cooed, swinging your hips in circles as you looked up at him from under your lashes.

Todo froze, his face turning an even darker shade of crimson. He gulped, watching you caress his fingers with your smaller, more delicate ones. You were so much shorter in real life, the size difference between the two of you was making his brain short circut, and simultaneously all of the blood that was being drained from his head was getting sent to.. another head. "Y-yeah?" He replied, giving you a quick one over before he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.

A lightbulb went off in your head at that moment. This was a handsome man who looked to be about the same age as you, he looked like he could bend you in every way your body would allow him to, and you bet he wanted to, from the way he was blushing and shaking with adrenaline. He must've thought he was being sneaky when he would steal glances down the low cut of your dress that showed off a generous amount of your cleavage.

You're not sure where this sudden arousal came from. Maybe a combination of being an idol with such a strict team; never allowing you enough time to go on dates; your exhaustion, you were on your ovulation week.. and Todo had been the first person you saw today who was handsome AND didn't try to invade your personal bubble in some way; combined with all the other amazing things about him. You were about to go on a break anyways, this might just be perfect, you thought.

"Yeah~ It's so refreshing to see someone like you here, you're so handsome and you speak so politely ~" He felt his pants get tighter at the compliment, briefly looking down at them he prayed you wouldn't see the imprint through his pants. You looked around, making sure no one was close enough to hear before you leaned it, standing on your tippytoes you used one of your hands to steady yourself on his solid chest. Taking the thin material of his shirt between your fingers, you pulled him down so your lips were by his ear.

"To be honest, a lot of these guys are sooo creepy~" Todo could feel his heartbeat in his fingertips, the loud beat of his racing heart almost drowning out your sultry voice, "But you would never treat me like them.. would you Todo?" The man was sure he was at full attention down there, he tried to adjust his shirt subtly enough so you wouldn't see him while you were by the crook of his neck, but he was sorely mistaken. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from covering the now very obvious tent in his pants.

From what you could tell, the outline looked huge, what about this man wasn't? You smiled at him, tipping your head to the side. "I've never done this before, but I think I like you Todo~" You spoke. The world seemed to slow down, everything around you besides your voice was drowned out in the man's ears as you spoke your next words. "I'm about to take a little break, wanna help me relax?" Todo swallowed, hard, before nodding his head and watching a sinister little smile appear on your face.

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"Fuck f-fuck Ohm-" A massive hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your loud cries. "Shhh pretty girl, stay quiet for me okay? Know you can." Todo cooed. Was this really the same man who was blushing and stuttering just a couple minutes ago when you finally met for the first time? He must've imagined the exact scenario before because he was fucking giving it to you.

Todo stood behind you, your back to his chest, arched agaisnt his pelvis as he fucked into you harder than anyone has. He had one hand wrapped around your body, rubbing your sensitive clit between his fingers and his other hand was pressed over your mouth. One of your hands was steading yourself agaisnt the sink ledge, the other gripping his wrist as you looked at him with teary eyes and scrunched eyebrows through the little bathroom mirror he was fucking you in front of.

Your panties had been pulled down your thighs hastily and stored away safely in Todo's pants. "That's a good girl~ Fuck, you look so pretty." He groaned. You watched his eyes look down between where the two of you were connected, shaking his head and his jaw dropping in a little o as he watched his thick cock split you open, your sore walls having to make quite the stretch to fit him inside. "Your pussy is eating me up-" He moaned, pulling his lip between his teeth as he gave you harsh thrusts, relishing in the loud squelches that met his ears.

"You needed this, huh?" He asked, bringing his eyes up to make contact with yours once more. You nodded against his hand, tears of pleasure falling down your face at the precision with which he was fucking straight into your sweet spot, making your legs feel like jello. Todo let up on your clit, his hand digging in his pocket briefly before he pulled out your panties. His hips stilled against your ass, burring his cock as deep as he could inside you as he released the hand on your mouth, brining the other holding your panties to meet your lips.

He balled them up before pressing them agaisnt you, "Open." He instructed. You were quick to follow, opening your mouth you let him press the fabric between your lips, the taste of yourself flooding onto your tongue when he used two fingers to push the fabric deeper into your mouth, making sure you would keep in in. "Good girl." His deep voice praised, making you giggle against the fabric. You were able to notice when all the motion from his thrusting ceased that he was shaking like a leaf.

You were wondering how he was staying so calm and composed, but in reality, he wasn't all that composed. Todo was grateful for the short break when he pushed your panties into your mouth; using them as a gag so he could use his hands elsewhere. Truthfully every time he looked into the mirror and caught your eyes on him he felt like he was going to cum, it was a miracle he was able to hold out for this long. The only thought keeping him going was not to embarrass himself in front of you, but god the though of cumming inside his favorite idol was right there on the forefront of his brain with it.

He pushed your lower back down into a mean arch, your forearms resting against the sink as you waited with bated breath for him to continue. He knew you didn't have a lot of time, so if he was going to bring it home soon he was gonna make sure you had the best orgasm on his cock before you went back out there. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, gripping strongly before he started fucking into you again, this time rougher and faster than before.

Immediately cries and muffled wines filled the room, more tears quickly welling up in your eyes as he bullied his cock into your tight cunt, yanking your head back by your hair to make your arch deeper. Surely he was messing up your hair, and your makeup would absolutely need a touchup, but you couldn't exactly find it in yourself to care at the moment. Todo's groans and heavy breathing into your ear was so erotic, making the coil in your stomach tighten with your impending orgasm.

"Fuck, I can't believe I have you on my dick like this." He breathed exasperatedly, his eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure. "And you're crying from it-" He finished, yanking your hair back, resulting in a loud wine from you, the fabric doing little to conceal that one. "Todooo~" You spoke his name through the fabric, the sound successfully reaching his dick, making it jump inside you. Todo grit his teeth, without a second thought he released your hair and ripped the panties out of your mouth, throwing them down on the sink.

He grabbed the side of your face, not letting up his incessant hips as he fucked into your sloppily, his hips losing rhythm, "A-again say my name again-" Todo begged against your lips, your skin grazing each other as your slack jaw moaned against his mouth. "F-fuck Todo!!" You cried, resulting in a groan from the man as he pressed your lips together, slotting his tongue with yours in a messy kiss, filled with lust and need. "Again." You heard him speak against your lips, his thrust speeding up, you felt your own arousal drip down your thighs.

"Todo-" thrust "Again." thrust "Fuck! F-fuuck! Todo I'm cumming, you're gonna make me c-cum!" You gasped into his mouth. He quieted you with his own, his moans increasing in volume as his own high rapidly approached him. At the exact moment, your jaw went slack against his lips as he felt your cunt squeeze him rhythmically, his own orgasm crashed over him. "C-cumming- f-fuck-" He pretended his cum wasn't currently filling up the condom he had on, and instead was shooting deep inside you, filling up your womb.

Your legs were shaking and wobbling as you came around him, his shallow thrusts working you through one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had. Todo groaned long and loudly against your lips, both of your jaws open and eyes squeezed shut as the two of you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasms together. The room was filled with your pants and gasps as the two of you frantically tried to catch your breath. "Fuck.. thank you, did so good, thank you," Todo whispered.

You turned your head forward once more, staring at Todo behind you, who currently had his eyes glued to your cunt as he slid his massive softening girth out of the comfort of your warm walls. You winced in overstimulation as he slid out of you, leaving your walls with a lewd squelch. "Sorry, are you feeling alright?" He asked, holding your hips in his large hands and rubbing the skin there. "I'm more than alright Todo, my legs are a little compromised but other than that I'm alright~" You reassured, rubbing your hand atop his, making his blush deepen.

The man looked back down between the two of you as he started pulling the used condom off of his cock, cringing at the feeling. "Todo." Your voice echoed into his ears, making him look up at you, blushing at the use of his name--he would never get sick of it. "I'm not leaving this room till I have your number in my phone." You said, picking up your cutely decorated phone from the sink in front of you and waving it side to side.

You've never seen someone nod so eagerly in your life, making you giggle. "Need to take care of you first." He said, kissing the back of your neck, throwing the tied condom in the trash by his feet before his hands started to make work on smoothing out your wrinkled dress. "Todo, I have an entire team out there for that, you can take care of me by putting my mind at ease and letting me know that this will happen again, by giving me~ your phone numberrr~" You drawled, turning your body around as he held your hips, your hand pressing the device into his chest.

The man hesitantly took your phone in his hand, staring at you with disbelief. You leaned into his large frame, pressing a kiss to his solid chest and making him gasp before you pulled back, bringing your hand up to his head to push away any stray hairs he had, "I like you, you better call me~"

[princessbrunette]

⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … TASTE ♡

track one of the short n’sweet series. pairing: bunny!reader x puppy!reader — based loosely off the song taste by sabrina carpenter. disclaimer: this story is based in a separate universe to the usual pogue!puppy / bunny!reader universe! enjoy ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

sometimes, relationships just don’t work out.

it wasn’t totally surprising — and looking back on it, to pup — it seemed as though it were doomed from the start. they were from totally different worlds, rafe being a kook and pup being a pogue and at first, truly she found it kind of romantic. the whole montagues versus capulet type of vibe that made her only wanna pin herself harder to rafe cameron’s side.

what made her love him was ultimately their downfall. he was downright mean most days, from the way he’d tug her about to the way he’d shake her head anytime she did anything he deemed too pogue-ish. rafe cameron is one of those few men that are so gorgeous that they could get away with murder, quite literally — so it wasn’t to anyone’s surprise that she put up with him for so long. that cruelty that she allowed was a reflection of how she truly felt about herself on the inside. undeserving of respect. each time he’d fuck her into the mattress with her face planted into a pillow, creaming uncontrollably around his base — she’d be revelling in the physical affection no matter how rough and violating it came across— even more so when he’d hold her at the end of it. always short lived, always fleeting, always made her feel better.

she’d escaped that relationship to learn how to love herself. with experience now under her belt gained from the kook himself, she was free to navigate the world and search for someone that just might touch her with a gentle hand. gone were the days she craved a strike to the cheek or blunt fingernails gripping into her ass. softness was what she needed, and by god she’d find it.

she didn’t actually think she’d care to think about him much more down the line a few months later— he was merely a thing of the past and honestly puppy was doing a lot better because of it. but unsurprisingly, old feelings were surely drug up when the kook boy who she forgot to unfollow all but jumpscared her on her instagram feed. not his usual self worshipping post of him on a yacht, no— it was her old rafe, with a girl on his arm. clinging to him just like pup did.

the girl was tagged, and puppy didn’t hesitate to press. it was just curiosity, she told herself as she scrolled down the sea of pink feed this mystery girl had created— a couple of pictures with rafe already posted. she was jaw dropping, a kook no doubt from the looks of her bedroom in the background of her mirror selfies. a prom queen, as titled in one of her posts with a tiara from a good few years ago at the bottom of her feed and an ex beauty pageant baby judging by the throwback thursday pinned in her highlights. there was this gentle yet pampered and spoiled energy around her like the world fell at her feet. a fluffed up, well fed bunny rabbit in a hutch of gold.

pup started to see bunny around more and more since finding her instagram. the pogue girl would find herself ever so slightly ducking out of vision upon spotting the two of them loading up onto rafes boat as she sailed past. her skin seemed to glow in the sunlight and pup wondered if rafe was the one to massage the sunscreen oil into her skin, taking extra time to massage it into the plush skin of her ass, even smirking when she squealed and told him to watch his hands in public. as they stand at the pier, rafe has a gentle hand on her lower back, fingers tucked ever so slightly into the waistband of her bikini. he looks… soft, and non threatening. touching her like she was made of glass, touching her gentler than he ever touched puppy.

puppy’s heart all but stopped in her chest when she served bunny at the checkout of the store she worked in. she supposed rafe couldn’t have been far, sending bunny in alone as to not have an awkward run in with her knowing she worked there. a part of pup wanted bun to be rude. she was a kook after all — and aren’t exes supposed to hate the new girl? of course, she was nothing of the type. sweet and patient, with good eye contact and a perfect smile. it should have made pup’s blood run cold. should have.

instead, pup buried herself in the weird guilt that sat on her chest when she’d find herself typing bunny’s instagram handle into the search bar and sliding a hand down her shorts a few nights later, in need of quick relief. she told herself it was purely physical, a strange bodily reaction to jealousy and comparison — and the fact that bun had her tits hanging out her top in every picture, and pup could distinctly remember the way her ass cheeks jiggled as they hung beneath her short hemline when she exit the store she works at. nothing more than a quick, weird orgasm.

bunny had heard whisperings of the girl rafe was with before she arrived in kildare. a pogue, not that it mattered but she was simply surprised. by the way rafe spoke so ill of those from the other side of the island, bun couldn’t help but wonder what that relationship looked like, why it ended, how. she tried to be subtle in asking around of course, purely out of curiosity — but words to quell a non existent insecurity were thrown vaguely her way instead, quick to put down the other woman. “you’re so much better with rafe. it just makes sense, you know? that girl before you… sheesh, i don’t know. pretty girl, but a real scruffball. i don’t know what rafe was thinking.”

the same thing carried through when she even tried to ask rafe, who simply scoffed and shrugged her off with a “why? who— who cares about that bitch.” before continuing on with his heavy petting, moving in to kiss her jaw. bunny turned her head away in thought.

bun’s heart rate picked up a bunch when they started to kiss. she must’ve been a sick perv for feeling curious, because each time rafes tongue passed over hers she could only imagine how many times the same wet muscle would glide through the pretty pogues folds to land up near her clit. she wondered if he ever treat her that well. she wondered if you deserved it.

when puppy heard that rafe had been speaking ill of her at the country club once more, she didn’t think — just immediately marched to tanny hill to confront him. perhaps it was unwise of her to think rafe cameron could be mature enough to handle a breakup without talking down on her — but regardless, she had done too much healing and growing to let things slide.

with blood pumping in her ears and anger thrumming in her gut she marched right into the open doors of tanny hill, figuring he’d be home. but after calling his name a good few times, demanding his presence in the foyer — she decided to go looking for him herself, mary-jane converse plodding up the stairs in the direction of his bedroom. a chill settles over her skin at not only the eerie silence, but the fact it had been a long time since she’d taken this oddly familiar journey.

swinging open the doors, pup is met with a gut wrenching sight. it wasn’t him stood before her, but bunny— and she’s clad in a stupid little pink silk robe.

“oh i’m not — i was coming to find rafe because— he’s — he is being an asshole.”

bunny looks nothing close to surprised. infact, she moves slow— blinking her dolly eyelashes as she takes it all in. pup was the last person she’d expected to see, and yet it was not unwelcomed. she wondered why she wasn’t shocked regarding an acquaintance barging angrily into the house. why she’d felt her presence from a block away.

“i know.” she breathes, and it’s all she says.

twenty seven minutes later, and pup finds herself on her back in rafe cameron’s bed once more— months after she told herself it was the last time. though it wasn’t rafe that had her throwing her head back and digging her pastel-painted nails into the sheets, it was the glittering cloud of woman between her thighs, lapping up each drop of juice that seeps from the peak.

bunny is hungry— she’d never eaten a girl out before but god does she know what she likes, twirling her tongue like a tiny ballet dancer in circles around pups poor swollen clit. the pogue is beside herself, feet pressed flat to the bed so she could raise her hips and hump against the girls mouth. she’s sure she’d had a dream like this once that she tried to erase from her mind.

knocked back by the force of puppy’s humps, bun pulls back to look at the girl all bleary eyed and fucked out, lips glossy despite her makeup being wiped off a while ago from their frantic, confused and desperate kisses.

“s’it your first time? rafe never…” she whispers, like saying his name made it more likely they’d get caught.

pup shakes her head, broken out of her trance with a wobbling bottom lip. “n—no. never. he said— said i wasn’t — he just wouldn’t—”

“oh gosh.” bunny sighs in disappointment. “literally can’t imagine why not.” her manicured fingers spread pups puffy folds, and she whimpers in arousal as she watches the pogues pretty clit twitching in desperation to be sucked on again. “i jus’ dont know what it is…” her hot breath kisses pups clit anyways. “but ever since i knew who you were… jus’ wanted to know what it was like…” she smears her lips around the area pup needed her the most, if there was any lipgloss left over it would have transferred to her skin. “to taste you.”

pup had to say, the feeling was mutual.

[bruhnze]

BOXING LESSONS - Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Fluff with a bit of smut, inspired by these pics cause holy hell their arms uhggg, they are fs in boxing lessons together. (imagine watching that, pff id die on the spot).

Summary: Lucy gets a substitute coach for her boxing lessons, but now it's a women, Ona gets jealous.

Wordcount: a very long one sorry; about 3600

Warnings: 18 and up, minors dni, fictional story.

BOXING LESSONS - Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

/// 13:04 ///

Lucy and Ona came back from morning training to eat lunch at home. It was one o’clock and they had a rare free afternoon. Usually they wouldn’t be done until three, four or even five in the afternoon.

While eating lunch they discussed their activities. Lucy had her boxing lesson, what she tried to do atleast once a week and Ona wanted to go to the beach with Coco and Narla.

‘’So you have a substitute teacher today?’’ Ona asked.

‘’Yep, got an email from Mateo, him and his wife are dealing with some personal difficulty’s and that’s why someone else will come today, and he said if i like them, i could continue my year with them otherwise it’ll still be Mateo but then we’ll have to make effort with the scheduling’’.  Lucy stated.

‘’Well maybe the sub is better than Mateo, cause you said you needed more challenge, no?’’ Ona said.

‘’Yeah’’ Lucy sighed ‘’i didn’t have the heart to tell him, he seemed so distracted lately, so maybe it is for the better, i’m curious about the replacement tho, hope their good’’.

Ona laughed, ‘’i cant wait to hear your stories when we’re back’’

/// 13:48 ///

While Ona got the dogs leashed up and gathered some stuff to take to the beach, Lucy cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen. She tried to keep up with chores now that Ona practically lived with her, when she lived on her own ,she sometimes left the dishes for a day until she got to them.

But Ona liked the kitchen to be clean and Lucy knew that a happy wife, meant a happy life and it helped that she seemed to earn points with Ona everytime she did something around the house.

After the kitchen was spotless she walked to the bedroom, Ona was changing into a bikini. Lucy stripped aswell, but only to change into her gym clothing.

They looked at eachother while getting dressed ‘’it’s a shame we have to go’’ Lucy swooned while closing the gap between her and Ona, now both fully clothed again.

‘’ I can reschedule my appointment with the beach’’ Ona kissed Lucy briefly ‘’but it is probably better that you’re not late with your potential new coach’’.

Lucy kissed her back and sighed ‘’Yeah probably’’.

They gathered their stuff and walked to their cars. Lucy carried the bags while Ona held the leashes with the dogs.

Lucy helped her girlfriend settle everything in her car and gave her one more kiss ‘’see you in few, don’t forget to relax and maybe take some cute pictures of our little ones’’.

Ona smiled ‘’ I will, good luck with your lesson, don’t act too tough, watch your knee and also have fun’’

‘’Thanks mom’’ Lucy laughed causing Ona to push her away. ‘’Sorry that i care about you, stupid, no go before you will be late’’ with that Ona closed her car door.

Lucy waved and then sprinted to her own car, chugging her sports bag on the passenger seat. She connected her phone to the car to put some music on and drove off.

/// 17:04 ///

Ona had been tanning for a few hours almost ready to go back home again, the dogs were still playing with eachother in the sand, until she rembered Lucy asking for some photos.

She put her clothes back on and snapped some pics of the dogs from different angles. When she thought she got some decent ones she packed her stuff and leashed the dogs.

In the car the dogs layed passed out on the backseat, completely worn out by their beach adventure. Ona got behind the wheel and took a selfie of her with the dogs in the background.

She went through her photos and selected one of Narla, one of Coco, one of them together and the picture she just took to send to Lucy.

@Ona: *shared 4 pictures*

@Ona: we had a great time🏖️🏖️

@Ona: we''ll be home in 25

/// 17:58 ///

After Lucy stepped out of her second shower that day, she had put on a black tanktop and grey sweats and got her phone from her bag. Her and Valentina, as the substitute turned out to be called, had lost track of time a bit.

Her phone was full of incoming messages like usual and as usual one name stood out, Ona, she had sent something a while ago. Lucy opened the message and saw the photos, she read that Ona would be home in 25 minutes, she checked the time and realised how late it actually was.

She texted back.

@LucyB: hi bb, cute pics, they look exausthed

@LucyB: did you have them do laps up and down the dunes😂

@LucyB: anyway i’ll be home soon x, just showerd, sry we lost track of time.

Ona answered right away.

@Ona:nw, im making dinner, i think it will be done when you are here

@Ona: so new coach is good?

@LucyB: yeah she’s great, ill tell u bout her when im back

@Ona: drive safely , see u soon

Lucy was tempted to reply -yes mom- but instead she went for a simple heart emoji.

/// 18:43 ///

Lucy stepped in to their apartment and she immediately put her sports bag in the hall closet and threw her dirty sportswear in the laundry basket. Then she walked to the kitchen. ‘’Hola’’

‘’Hi’’ Ona smiled up, she was on her phone standing next to the oven  ‘’a few more minutes until its done’’.

Lucy stepped into her girlfriends space ‘’I have experienced better greetings, I don't even get a kiss?’’ Lucy pouted.

Ona looked up now and had to laugh ‘’ofcourse you get a kiss, sorry i was just watching something a-

Ona became silent and blushed, her eyes landing on lucy's upper body, specifically her arms.

She put her phone on the counter and held out her hands and took a bicep in each.

‘’Meu forta guapa’’ she grinned appreciatively.

Lucy looked at her confused but smiley, her spanish was okay but her Catalan not yet ‘’what? guapa i know but forta?’’

‘’I called u fit, forta is like strong’’ Ona said while tracing her hands over Lucy’s shoulders and biceps. ‘’I like this top, it looks nice on you.’’

Lucy grinned ‘’Fit hmm, soc de teva núvia forta y sexy?’’ (am i your strong sexy girlfriend) she tried in her broken Catalan.

Ona smiled, Lucy knew it got her weak in the knees when she talked, or atleast tried to talk in catalan, or spanish.

‘’Yeah’’ Ona said ‘’almost, its sóc la teva núvia forta i sexy?’’

‘’Yes you are, meu teva núvia forta i sexy’’ (my strong and sexy girlfriend) Lucy tried seductively.

Ona laughed ‘’Nice try but then its: la meva xicota forta i sexy’’.

Lucy groaned and looked up ‘’ugh i wish i would pick it up quicker, i want to be able to talk to you in your mother tongue’’

Ona held Lucy’s face ‘’I think you’re doing good, very good, you put in effort, and i mean, we have our whole lives to practice, right?’’

Lucy kissed her now, smiling into the kiss she talked as their lips were still connected ‘’are you asking to spent the rest of our lifes together?’’ then she pulled away and looked at Ona ‘’because, yes’’

Ona looked at her girlfriend with a wide smile on her face, ‘’no wasn’t a question, it was a promise, you will never get rid of me’’

‘’I dont want to, i’ll never will’’ Lucy cupped ona’s face and went in for another kiss, as the kiss became deeper and more heated, Ona pulled away suddenly.

‘’Lucy!’’ ona called out ‘’you distraced me, don’t you smell the oven?, quick!’’

They pulled out the tray with vegetables and chicken, it was a bit dark but they could stil eat it. They put everything on the table, including two bowls of rice and Lucy poured two drinks. Sparkling water with lemon and ice.

‘It looks good bub, thanks for making dinner’’ Lucy said as they took place at the table.

‘’no thanks, i'm happy to do it, would've been better if you hadn't distracted me, but okay, now tell me about your new teacher’’ Ona said as she started her meal ‘’If she is as bad as you at losing track of time in the gym i dont know if yous two are the best match’’ she laughed with her mouth full.

Lucy rolled her eyes and chewed until her mouth was empty before she spoke ‘’Valentina is her name, she was a professional, but because of injury she became a coach instead, the session was actually really refreshing, wayyy different from Mateo’s style. We first talked about my goal with boxing, she knew i’m a soccer player and then we talked about injurys for a bit and..,, yeah i don’t know actually, the time flew by, she got called actually, she had to go, so then i showered and saw your messages, but next week we planned a session together again.’’

Ona listened to Lucy, she was happy that Lucy had enjoyed herself but that the new coach was a women, that was something Ona was less happy with, she didn’t know why, but the way her girlfriend said -Valentina- got her feeling jealous.

‘’So how old is she’’

‘’huh? Who, Valentina?’’

There it was again, Ona felt it in her bones.

Lucy sighed ’’hmm, i don’t know actually, i guess about my age or something, maybe youger?’’ .. ‘’why’’ she said as she looked Ona straight in the eyes.

Recognising the fiery pupils that only came up when One was jealous.. wait.. was Ona jealous? Lucy thought by herself, why, how, she hadn't even seen Valentina.

‘’okay’’ Ona said poking at her food.

‘’Is someone a bit jealousss’’ Lucy laughed and stood up from the table standing behind Ona, she tickled her and kissed her neck ‘’You’re crazy Ona, my crazy little girlfriend’’ she kissed Ona’s cheek a few times and then flopped back in her chair.

She changed the subject by asking ‘’How was the beach’’  

/// 20:03 ///

‘’So you didn’t even swim huh?’’ Lucy asked

‘’nahhh’’ Ona laughed ‘’It’s nice out, but the sea is still wayy to cold’’

‘’did you know that Valentina swims in the seawater whole year round’’

‘’Does she now’’

‘’Yeah, i talked about my icebath, she said she wish she had space for an icebath but that her house is too small and thats why she just does morning plunges in the sea’’ Lucy said

‘’amazing’’ Ona couldn’t prevent the sarcastic tone it came out in.

Lucy laughed ‘’you don’t even know her, how are you already spiting the women’’

‘’well she seems to have made quite an impression on you, you hardly met her yourself and here you are Valentina this Valentina that’’ Ona couldn’t help pronouncing the name angry, she almost spat it out.

Lucy looked amused at her sputtering girlfriend ‘’why don’t you come with me, next week, then you will find out that you are worrying about nothing’’

Those words sparked Ona’s interest, next to meeting this mystery coach, she also had an opportunity to watch Lucy box, something she was farley interested in. She agreed ‘’yes, that could be fun’’

‘’Good’’ lucy said ‘’now, no more crazy talk’’

‘’Okay, but no more saying other people's names when!’’ One said sternly

Aha, Lucy thought, that was what had bothered Ona, she smirked, ‘’but i like saying Ona’’ she cheekily said, knowing full wel that was not what she meant.

‘’Other people!’’ Ona kicked Lucy under the table, ‘’im not other, im yours’’

‘’Hmm, damn right you are, come here’’, lucy said as she patted her lap.

//// The next week //// 19:16 ////

This session was at night, in the context of the other things they had that week Lucy had planned it that way deliberately. Lucy had sent a message to Valentina asking if it was okay if Ona came along for their session, to which the coach had reacted enthusiastically.

They stepped foot in the gym that Lucy was now a regular at since 2022, in the car Lucy had talked Ona through some of the basics but she had said that she was sure Ona would be a natural.

''Hello guys!'' a low voice called out.

''Hey Valentina'' Lucy said.

Ona stopped in her tracks as she faced the women, she had a completely different picture in her head than the woman with the high bun and undercut who stood in front of her. The woman had two tatted sleeves and she was wearing a muscle tee.

Lucy laughed not understanding why Ona had frozen up, she put a hand on her girlfriends shoulder and said: ''This is Ona, it's actually her first time boxing''. thinking perhaps Ona maybe went shy because she only now realized that she knew nothing about boxing.

Valentina walked over to the pair and put out her hand to shake Ona's ''Hi, im Valentina, you can call me Vale btw, and dont worry i love teaching rookies''

Ona put on a smile ''Good, I can't wait to learn''.

Ona laughed out loud on the inside, oh how she had misjudged this!

As they were warming up Vale was mostly giving attention to Ona, Lucy hadn't thought anything off it, after all, Ona was the beginner. Ona thought it was strange, she could do a warm-up.

Ona started to wonder if Vale was flirting with her when she felt her hand on her lower back for the umpteenth time this warming up and Vale kept coming close to explain things.

She tried to eye Lucy, who was completely caught up in her lunges.

''So are you a soccer player too?'' Vale asked.

''Yeah'' Ona anwsered ''Im with Barca, like Lucy, we're on the same team''.

''Ah so that's how you know her?''

''No, she, well it's a long story but Lucy is my girlfriend also'' Ona laughed akwardly ''It's kinda private though, that's why not everyone knows, but with the fans it's better that way''.

''Ah, thats a shame'' Vale smirked

''What'' Ona frowned, finding the smirk weirdly out of place.

''That the fans can be invasive'' ..''and that you have a girlfriend'' she quietly added, but loud enough for Ona to hear.

Ona knew she had not imagined it and was now stopping completely with the exercise she was doing..

Lucy walked over to them ''ah are you guys also done warming up, now we can start with the fun part'' she said while punching the air.

Ona and Vale laughed, Ona hoped Vale would get the hint and stop with her stupid behavior and they could just box.

While Lucy helped Vale get some gloves and wraps and two hand targets from the storage closet, Vale suggested Lucy and her could give Ona a demonstration of boxing first, a little sparring session, before teaching her.

Lucy agreed, as she liked the idea of Ona watching her and last week she and Vale had also finished with a friendly boxing match, which went quite well as Vale adapted to her pace.

Lucy showed Ona how to put on the wraps and gloves, while Vale helped her a bit. After that Valentine also put her gloves on and she explained the idea.

When they had been dancing around each other for a while and Lucy had done some blocking and hitting and Vale had dodged it and attacked back, going back and forth, things started to get a bit more intense.

Lucy was sweating and had a hard time keeping up with Valentina, she couldn’t help but think Vale was trying to show off. But if you knew Lucy at all, you knew she wasn't going to give up.

Ona had watched it all from the sidelines and couldn’t help but admire her girlfriend working hard in the ring, it was maybe even hotter than watching her play soccer.

A few minutes later, when she was forced into the corner and dived to avoid a blow, she thought it was enough and spoke up. ‘’Right, well I think we have showed Ona what boxing is like’’.

She looked at Ona and smiled, noticing concern on her face but also admiration.

Vale smiled ‘’yup, that was good, well done Luce’’, and held up her fist with the glove around it for Lucy to bump, Lucy looked back and gave in to fist bump her, even though she thought it was weird how Vale was behaving.

‘’Okay lets head over to the bags, and practice some punches’’ Vale said as she stepped out of the ring. She got her gloves of and took the hand targets in one hand and she put an arm around Ona to guide her to the punching bags.

Now Lucy was irritated, did Vale think Ona was just a friend of her or something, she should’ve clarified it when texting about bringing Ona. She quickened her pace to join the other two.

Valentina said to Lucy that she could start with Jabs on the brown bag and then do a drill of crosses and hooks.

Lucy sighed ‘’I think I still need to recover a bit from our session just now, I will do the drills in a second, maybe I can watch how my girlfriend does for a bit’’. She stared at Vale with those last words.

‘’Okay’’ Vale said without reacting ‘’Lets start with some easy drills for you’’.

//// 20:32 ////

Lucy was watching Valentina’s every move, it seemed as if she had completely ignored Lucy's comment and Lucy didn’t like it one bit.

Vale walked away for a second to grab some more attributes and Lucy got close to Ona, ‘’Hey, are you okay?’’

Ona smiled ‘’yeah the boxing is nice, I really like watching you box as well’’

‘’Do you think Valeria is acting strange?’’ Lucy questioned

Ona looked straight into Lucy’s eyes, ‘’Yeah do you notice it too? it kinda feel like she is hitting on me, I even told her you are my girlfriend and you just said it again’’.

Now Lucy's blood was boiling, at first she had thought it was all in her head, that she was just jealous, but now that Ona said she didn't feel comfortable, she felt like she could beat up Valentina. ‘’Do you want to stop? Do you want to leave?’’

‘’I don’t know, I want to do this with you Lucy, I get why you like to do this sport and it’ll be nice to have a hobby together’’

‘’Yeah, we can continue to train together, I’ll just teach you for a few weeks, while I'll search for a new coach and when I find one we will be more on the same level, hmm?’’ Lucy came closer to Ona and whispered ‘’This coach kinda sucks, she’s wayyy to comfortable around my girlfriend’’.

Ona laughed ‘’and I was the one who was worrying last week’’

‘’yeah, but I told you then already that it was not like that, and this is your proof , she has good taste but she should know when to piss off’’

‘’Who should piss off?’’ Valentina asked when she came walking back with some rubber bands and other stuff.

‘’We -, we are’’ Lucy stated, ‘’we just got a call and sadly we have to go..’’

‘’But your phones are in the dressing room?’’ Vale asked suspiciously.

‘’Yup’’ Ona said ‘’It was nice training with you, but we really have to go’’

As they walked away Lucy grabbed Ona’s butt and looked back, seeing that Valentina had seen her do it she slipped her hand under her girlfriends shirt and kissed Ona's cheek and head.

In the dressing room they got their bag and Lucy wanted to get her stuff to take a shower, but Ona grabbed her wrist, ‘’No, we’re supposed to be in a hurry remember, let’s go home’’

‘’No I think she got the part where it was just an excuse’’ Lucy grinned and cupped Ona’s face to kiss her.

‘’I want to go home Luce’’ Ona said softly ‘’let me show you how much I love being yours’’

Lucy gulped ‘’damn, lets go then’’

//// 21:41 ////

Ona quickly opened the door, Lucy following behind her with their gym bag. In the hallway Ona pushed her girlfriend against the wall, ''I liked how you showed her I’m yours when we were walking away'' she said while she kissed her neck, already breathing heavy.

Lucy laughed as she looked up ‘’hm, yeah, well I hated watching her be so up in your space and I will not be working with her again’’

‘’thats a shame because it was kinda hot when you two were sparring in the boxing ring’’ Ona said against Lucy’s ear. ´´Your so muscular´´ she said as she felt Lucy's shoulders and arms.

Lucy lifted Ona up, holding her up with her hands just below Ona´s ass. She always got very horny when Ona adopted such a worshiping position.

Ona straddled her legs around Lucy´s waist and as they were kissing Lucy walked them to the bedroom, when they bumped into the doorframe, Lucy broke their kiss ´´Oh sorry baby, didn´t -

Ona didn't let her finish, ''Sshh, I didn't feel it , you know im a bit of a masochists anyways '' Ona smiled cheekily.

Lucy gulped, she knew Ona liked it rough but it was always special to hear again that Ona really thought it was such a turn on, Lucy herself was more of someone who got off on being praised, maybe that's why their dynamic worked so well.

She threw Ona roughly onto the bed and told her to undress. Ona immediately obeyed and undressed clumsily ‘’wow so well behaved’’ Lucy smirked. ‘’Don’t even have to direct you further, immediate follow-up, let's keep that up, right bub? Are you gonna listen to me really good?’’

‘’Yeah’’ Ona said, voice raspy from being so turned on.

..

(sorry for edging, but i don't know how to continue so that was it😘)

unless maybe someone has some ideas and sends them my way

[itsmrshamilton]

Last Goodbye | LH44

summary: reader is involved in a car accident during qualifying. can Lewis make it to her on time to say one last goodbye

a/n: lol, the summary is way more dramatic than it needs to be. I'm trying a different pov. Let me know what you think. Requests are open.

The sun was positioned high in the sky, the wind softly tickled the trees and there wasn't a single cloud in view for miles. The perfect Saturday afternoon to hold the Qualification Races for the British Grand Prix which would take place on Sunday. Lewis had left earlier that day just like the other racers in order to get to the track on time and begin preparing with their teams. Due to her work, Y/n was unable to attend most races on the calendar but she wouldn't miss the Silverstone race for anything in the world. It was their home race, the one time she got to spend the whole weekend with Lewis and their family while he worked. As scary as it was for her, she loved watching her favourite person do what he did best and inspire millions while he did it.

As was their tradition for home race weekends, Lewis had left Y/n her favourite breakfast in the kitchen, a handwritten note on a counter and a soft kiss on her forehead while she slept then quietly snuck out with Roscoe under his arm. She would have offered to bring their son with her later in the day but she knew that Roscoe had eager fans in the engineers' garage that were waiting to spend the day with him. So she got up and went about her morning on her own, tidying up and making snacks for later when Lewis came home knackered and starving.

She picked up her bag, patted herself down for keys then checked her phone for any last minute requests from her boyfriend. Seeing nothing new since the previous texts she sent, she figured he may have already started racing so she took a quick selfie and sent it with a caption. "I think I stand a chance of overshadowing your paddock outfit today, lol. I'm leaving the house, see you soon. Knock 'em dead, love" She giggled at her awful sense of humour before leaving the house and locking up.

The drive to the track was usually short but on such an eventful day, there were many cars on the road and one could feel the buzz of excitement and anticipation in the air. Y/n wasn't an anxious driver but seeing people pull risky moves between the lanes made her drive with a foot hovering above her brakes just in case.

🖤🖤🖤

"Okay, Lewis, P2 for Q1 was a great start. Let's keep that up and improve if we can. Q2 starts in 10 minutes, yeah?" Fred clapped Lewis' shoulder and walked off to another part of the garage.

"Yeah, thanks, man." Lewis replied as he stood in the red garage looking at the screen replaying his latest performance on the track. Roscoe pawed at his foot and whined, clearly requesting to be picked up. The bulldog seemed to forget that at his old age he was getting heavier but his father lovingly adhered and brought Roscoe to his chest with a grunt and a kiss to the forehead. "Where's your mum, eh? She's usually the one cuddling you during qualy, huh?"

He looked around the garage to see if his girlfriend had entered while he was distracted. He knew that the drive there wasn't very short but she always arrived before Q2 began so he was slightly confused. "Hey Marc, have you heard from Y/n or my dad?" he asked an engineer as he glanced at his phone. "No, nothing. There is traffic at the entrance though so that may be causing their delayed arrival." the Italian responded. Lewis nodded seeming satisfied as he read Y/n's text confirming that she was on her way. He grinned like a love struck fool at the picture she sent of herself decked out from head to toe in Ferrari merchandise. She was truly the most beautiful being he had ever seen and he wondered for umpteenth time how he had lived before he met her. He sent heart emojis in response and went back to watching the recording on the screens.

🖤🖤🖤

Y/n sighed in relief as she reached the last intersection before the paddock entrance. She could see gates from here and couldn't wait to get out of her car and see her son and boyfriend. The red light she had stopped at turned green and she let her foot off the break to move forward. As she was about to cross the middle of the intersection, she noticed the cars behind her screech to a sudden holt but before she could access the confusing situation her car was hit from the side and she was sent jolting forward. The last thing in her vision was the airbag exploding into her face. She was unconscious by the time the horrified bystanders saw her car get thrust into the nearest pole by the driver who ran the red.

🖤🖤🖤

Lewis was seated in the red and yellow car and about to put on his helmet when he saw marshals, guests and staff hurrying in the direction of the paddock entrance. Focused on the next part of the race, he tried to stay grounded and drown out the sounds of shouting. "Lucas, radio check." he said to his engineer. "It's Lewis, radio check." Silence on the other end. He could now hear the sound of sirens in the air. "Lucas? Can-"

"Loud and clear, Lewis. Apologies for the delay, we were receiving a call from the stewards that there has been a car accident outside the entrance so there will be distractions during the second session."

Lewis grimaced and secured the position of his helmet on his head. Car accidents were awful to witness so he really felt sorry for those who were involved. He took hold of the steering wheel.

"That's awful. Do we know who it is? Has help arrived?" He asked sincerely.

"Uh, not really. They say it's a blue and red Audi and a black-"

"A what?" Lewis felt his blood run cold and his suit get tight. He didn't think he heard right. He couldn't have heard that right.

"A blue and red Audi. Anyways, let's focus on the ra-" Lewis didn't let Lucas finish because he shot up and scrambled to get out of the car he was strapped into. He fell out, landed on all fours but got up to rip off his helmet. His knees stung and there were shouts all around him but he had no time to listen. His skin was hot, his throat was tight and DAMN IT, WHY WOULDN'T HIS GLOVES COME OFF! Frustrated, he took off in a sprint towards the paddock entrance, shoving everybody out of his way. In the back of his foggy mind, he thought he heard barking right behind him but was too distracted to check.

When he finally made it off the racetrack property, he was buzzing with adrenaline, covered in sweat and coughing from screaming at the crowd to let him through. At the end of the driveway he could see two green ambulances and multiple police cars parked in a taped off area. "Oh, God. Oh God, no."

He only knew one person with a red and blue Audi. A red and blue Audi that he had gifted them. One person who hadn't yet arrived to the Ferrari garage.

He stumbled forward to take in the scene illuminated by flashing lights. But before he could mumble out another plea to God, he stopped dead in his tracks. A black body bag. Beside what was left of the blue and red Audi that belonged to his girlfriend.

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[chuuyasheaven]

♡ Everything for you, my love. (pt 2) ♡

Tags: Chuuya Nakahara / afab! Reader, sexting?, sending nudes, Reader's a bit drunk, Husband! Chuuya, EVERYTHING IS CONSENTED, rough sex?, pet names (doll, baby, angel, sweetheart), praising (afab! receiving), spanking (like once), birthday sex, slight teasing, overstimulation?, Reader's wearing lingerie+thighs highs (also has thick thighs), dumbification?, might contain grammar errors, rushed, etc.

Notes: I WANT NEED HIM TO DO THIS TO ME 😔

It really sucked that your husband, Chuuya, had to work, especially on your birthday! He said that he won't have to tomorrow, but you needed him. What's a birthday without him fucking you dumb? You thought about asking him to leave early, but knowing he'll won't. Then you came up with something else. .

You: Hey Chuuya Chuuya: Hey You: I miss you, can't you come home early? :( Chuuya: I wish i could, I'm really sorry, baby. I swear when I come home we can celebrate your birthday You: When will you come home tho? Chuuya: I don't really know, 9pm? You: But that's way too long! Chuuya: I know, I'm sorry I'll try to hurry up okay? You: Alright, let me send something to make it better! ;) *3 attachments sent*

When Chuuya clicked on the photos, his eyes widened. Three photos of you in black laced lingerie with matching thigh highs, all in three different angles. You were lucky he was in his office, anyone could've seen these if he wasn't careful enough!

Chuuya: Are you really gonna do this to me? You: Can't I send you some selfies? Chuuya: I'll be home soon, you better prepare yourself.

You put your phone next to you, waiting for him to arrive. You started feeling excited, thinking about how he would fuck the living daylights out of you. After waiting for two hours, you heard the door open, footsteps making their way to you. Just as you sat up, Chuuya walked through your bedrooms door. He kept on walking until he stood before you, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "So you could've come home sooner?", you asked in a teasing tone. "It's complicated, but it's not important right now.", Chuuya said, letting go off your chin to pull you on your feet. Chuuya then smashed his lips against yours, his hands now sliding down to your waist.

Separating from eachother, Chuuya continues to speak. "Couldn't my wife wait for me to come home?", he teased, you giggled before responding. "Chuuya, it's my birthday. What kind of birthday would it be if I wasn't spending it with my husband?", Chuuya chuckled before sitting down onto your shared bed, patting his lap as a signal for you to sit down. As you did, he stroked your hair gently, kissing you again. From kissing you deeper, he tasted some light wine in your breath. After the make out session, his hand made it's way to your thighs. "You look so fuckin' beautiful, doll,", he said.

His hand slid down to your black laced panties, playing with your cunt through your panties. Your breath got heavier as he got you wetter than you were before. "You're already wet?", Chuuya asked with a smirk on his face. Your hands made it down to his belt, trying to unbuckle it. When his belt was unbuckled, you then removed everything else in the way until you got his dick out. Before you can fuck yourself on it, he wanted you to beg first. "Nuh uh. You gotta ask nicely first, sweetheart.", you groan in slight frustration before doing what he said. "Please, Chuuya. . I need you so bad right now.", all he did was nod while pushing your panties to the side. You put it inside you and whimpered at the feeling of stretching you out.

Waiting a bit for it to adjust, Chuuya kissed you again. "Now ride me like a good girl, alright, baby?", you nodded, starting to move your hips trying to find a rhythm. His hands on your hips guiding you how to move. As soon you got a steady rhythm, you started to whimper louder while Chuuya was grunting softly. "S–shit, keep going, doll. .",you sped up a little when you suddenly felt a spank on your ass. "Who's a good girl f'me, hm?", you got even more turned on because of the spank when another one was heard. "Answer my question, baby. Who's being a good girl right now?", "Me, I–i am!", you choked out. It wasn't long until you came around him, gushing around his cock as he came inside you.

You were trying to calm down before Chuuya easily picked up and laid you onto the bed. He took off your panties and threw them somewhere. "I can't let the birthday girl do all the work, now can I?", Chuuya slid inside you and waited a few seconds before moving, when you adjusted again, he started to thrust into you. His pace was slow and rough, his grunts becoming more audible. Your whimpers turned into moans now, which were music to Chuuya's ears. He got faster, picking up both of your legs and positioned them on his shoulders, resulting him to fuck into you deeper. You already felt your second orgasm near, chanting his name like an prayer. "You're doin' so good— fuck. . so pretty for me, aren't you, angel?", he praised you again.

"Chuuya, 'm close— ah!", you tried to warn him but he kept on thrusting into you, needing you to gush around his dick once more. "You wanna cum? You wanna cum around my cock again, huh?", at this point you weren't able to talk right now. "Tell me, who was being good tonight?", you tried to really answer but all what left your mouth were only either his name or moans. "C'mon, I know you can say it. I haven't fucked you dumb now, have I, sweetheart?", "N–no,", you managed to respond. "See? Let me ask again, who was my good girl tonight?", you took in some heavy breaths trying to concentrate. "I–it's me. .", you answered him, he smirked before cumming inside you and you came around his cock again.

"Do you want me to continue going or wanna go take a bath? It's up to you, baby."

HOPE YOU ENJOYED BCS THIS TOOK ME A LONGGG TIME !! :)

[misseviehyde]

CONFISCATED - Part 1

"AGGGGHHHHHH! I FUCKING HATE YOU, I WISH YOU'D DIE!"

Lawrence winced as the screams of his hysterical teenage daughter rang in his ears and she slammed the door to her bedroom so hard, the house shook and plaster fell down.

Bella was volatile at the best of times, but by confiscating her phone - the most important thing in her life, her Father had really just set her off.

He could hear sobbing and crashing in her room and knew she was trashing it. He knew from experience that Bella would try anything to get her phone back... threatening him, threatening to hurt herself... begging, screaming, pleading, lying... it was kind of sad. She might even try to contact her Mom, but even though he and Beth had separated, they still parented together and it would do little good.

'Since when did teenagers get so addicted to social media?' he thought. He'd noticed his daughters addiction to her phone had been getting worse and then when another parent had contacted him to say Bella was bullying her daughter he had decided to act.

He'd been pretty disappointed to see the mean messages calling the other girl a fat loser. He knew Bella was a popular girl and obsessed with her looks, but he hadn't realised she was so mean. It seemed everyone was afraid of Bella and she liked it.

Lawrence had decided that he needed to get his daughter back on track. She would be moving out soon and he didn't want his legacy to be a spoiled toxic bitch who thought she could treat other people like dirt. Bella seemed to think the only thing that mattered in life was money and status.

"I better go through here and see what else she's been up to..." he mused.

Scrolling through the phone, Lawrence was a little embarrassed to see the clothes and outfits his daughter had bookmarked as things to buy. They were all skimpy and expensive... he wasn't sure he approved. There were also pictures of boys in her phone and he didn't want to think about his horny daughters crushes on other men.

As he scrolled through, his eye was suddenly caught by an app he had never heard of. Brat App.

Opening the app, Lawrence saw it was some sort of social media app. It seemed you scored points for posting selfies and completing tasks and then you could spend those points buying outfits and upgrades.

Bella had obviously been playing it a lot. She had accumulated a lot of points. Perhaps she'd been saving up?

Intrigued Lawrence opened the avatar menu.

CREATE NEW AVATAR?

He clicked the button and a 3D doll appeared. It was female - you could only have a female representation it seemed. The name Loren had been randomly generated. He went with it.

Clicking on the doll, Lawrence saw you could spend points to buy different features. He began to play.

Hair: blonde. Body-type: Princess. Makeup: Pink

Each selection changed the avatar making it more attractive and feminine looking. Lawrence found it strangely addictive. Strangely pleasing to shape and mould the avatar, to watch it getting prettier and prettier.

Make her bitchy. Make her mean.

He wasn't sure where the intrusive thought came from but it felt good. Yes... why not make the avatar look hot and mean. A bully... even worse than his daughter.

Yessss. Make her super popular... make her an IT girl.

He selected the toxic femininity personality trait and pushed the natural leader button. Loren was going to be an Alpha girl.

More... make her meaner. Make her a total nightmare. Make her completely evil.

The intrusive thoughts felt really good and Lawrence saw that there were other options besides physical. He began to play with those. He cranked the popularity slider to maximum. He selected Head Cheerleader. He selected the slider for wealth and pushed it as high as it would go.

Make sure she knows how to fuck. She has to be the best at everything. Make her a fucking dirty slut...

Lawrence didn't feel embarassed as he entered the sexuality tab. It seemed so natural now to adjust Loren and make her nastier.

Sexual Orientation: Likes boys but will make out with girls. Sexually confident - switch. Likes to be fucked by Alpha's, but peg and dominate beta boys.

He noticed he'd nearly spent all of his daughters points. She'd really been saving, but he'd had enough points that he could pretty much max out all of Loren's stats.

The avatar was now of a mean, bullying, rich brat. She was the Head Cheerleader and a completely cruel delinquent who got whatever she wanted. She oozed toxic femininity, was an avatar of lust and desire and clearly had no morals. Loren was the most evil bitch it was possible to be.

COMPLETE AVATAR AND TRANSFORM?

Lawrence stared at the big button flashing at the bottom of the app. What did that mean? His thumb hesitated over it. Something wasn't right here.

Push it loser. Push it and see.

Lawrence felt like something was influencing him. Something external... yet also something within himself. Something hungry and dark and desperate to be free. Something that had seen its chance and was going to take it.

He pushed the button...

Lawrence screamed in pleasure as pink lightning blasted out of the phone and engulfed him. Bones cracked and skin tightened as with a howl of orgasmic pleasure he began to transform.

Long blonde hair cascaded from his scalp and makeup simmered across his features as his drab clothing became hot and sexy. Breasts grew and his dick shrunk away and his ass inflated out.

Loren was becoming a reality.

Pussy lips opened as body hair receded and a hot blonde teenage slut rolled her pretty eyes in ecstasy. Nails shot out, thick makeup covered her face and the new bitch giggled in glee. This felt amazing.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk yesssss," she hissed as her transformation completed.

Loren blinked. She looked down at the phone in her hand. What... a.... rush.

She smirked and standing up walked to the mirror to admire her perfect body.

She was eighteen... she was popular and she was horny.

This was going to be a lot of fun...

The end?

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Shared interests

Dad's best friend!Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader | SMUT 🔞 [Pt.2]

Your father shares information about his best friend to show support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected.

🐺 🐺 🐺

You and Daryl met via your father, Rick Grimes.

Him and Daryl had been best friends for so long they considered themselves brothers.

Although there was one major thing you had more in common with his best friend than with your father.

Monsters.

Werewolves to be exact.

Rick knew how crazy obsessed you were with those old day horror movies and their leading monsters so when he learned about Daryl’s more ..feral side he had asked if it was okay if you knew as well, to which he agreed.

When your dad told you his friend Daryl had something to show you you had zero clue of that it could be. All he cared for was hunting, leather jackets and motorcycles.

What you didn’t expect was to be met with a set of glowing blue eyes above exposed fangs and a clawed hand reaching out to hand you some books on lycantrophy.

Eyes wide you stared at the man on your couch and words seemed to fail you no matter how deep you dug through your mind. So you and your now soaked panties spun and ran up to your room.

“I think she meant to say thanks, Daryl.”

After that, whenever he visited you’d make sure to hang around and just talk to him. You wanted to learn everything about him and his species now that you knew they were real.

Daryl would sometimes bring you new books. The dust covers hiding the true, dirty covers of books on breeding, or biological books for ‘studying’ that did go in full depth when it came to anatomy.

Of course those books weren’t the only thing shared between the two of you. He could smell how turned on you got around him, that’s why you got the dirtier books in the first place.

When Rick got called about an emergency at work he rushed out, ordering you to take care of Daryl, who respectfully left after he had finished his drink. But not without sharing his phone number and later that evening his newly acquired snapchat. You shared a good amount of filthy thoughts over the app and his visits got more and more difficult for you both to sit through. You, thinking of wrapping your lips around his delicious looking cock as he howled out in pleasure while he came down your throat. But also him being able to sense your internal struggle and soaked panties. It was like you were silently begging him to bend you over the coffee table right then and there.

A couple months into your secret texting you had been reading one of the books Daryl had gifted you. The one on breeding, specifically. It went into great detail of certain mating rituals, what certain full moons did for reproduction on both male and female weres, but hidden further into the pages was this chapter on cross-breeding. The chapters included graphics of human females during the stages of pregnancies carrying either a single pup or multiples.

You had your reading nook prepared with a full phone battery, a small bottle of lube and the largest, knotted toy you kept hidden deep in your cabinets.

The whole book turned you on so much that even the informative graphics were enough to get you so slicked up you didn’t even need the lube as you slid the toy inside of you.

Grabbing your phone you opened snapchat and started a recording.

The book was the first thing in view, your fingers grazing over the image of a human female, her belly showed the internal view of her womb full of multiple pups, with next to it an outside look of her torso displaying a large round belly with multiple canine like teats. After letting the details show you swapped to your selfie cam, giving the camera a soft moan and bit your lip before moving the camera down to where you were pumping the thick, knotted toy in and out of your soaked pussy. You added a quick ‘wanna be like her..’ and sent it over to Daryl and laid your phone to the side, now giving all your attention to yourself and finishing what you started. As you worked yourself to release your phone dinged and a quick glance showed Daryl’s snapchat icon popping up. While one hand kept moving the toy, the other opened the snap and watched him jerk himself off with a clawed hand as bright blue eyes stared right at the camera. His shirt was pulled up between his bared fangs as he growled out loud and finished all over his hand and stomach. He came more than any guy in porn vids you’d seen and the caption read ‘allathat’s gonna be inside ya’. You kept the snap replaying on loop as you pushed yourself that last bit over the edge and came around the toy. You replied to his snap with one of your own, filming yourself pulling the large toy out, showing just how big it really was.

As you cleaned up you got another snap. It showed the view of Daryl’s back porch, leading into the woods that surrounded his cabin. The little text bar at the bottom read ‘cute. Lil’ small for ya, dontcha think?’

His words left you speechless and in the next week you spent some time shopping online and spending your savings on s little special number for Daryl’s eyes only. On the day your dad had to work a double shift you had called Daryl over and started to prepare as soon as he confirmed he was going.

This was the first time you were going to be having sex for real instead of just fucking yourselves in front of your phone cameras. You had already showered in the morning to save as much time as possible. You didn’t need to do your hair and your makeup was going to be ruined anyways so you just dressed in your baby pink lacy number with the open crotch and pink leather collar that held a large metal ring.

To finish off the look you had custom ordered a set of realistic wolf ears and a matching tail buttplug. Your knee high socks were white with pink stripes at the top and pink paw pas printed at the bottoms of your feet. You threw on a robe to welcome your visitor into the house and quickly led him up to your room.

“So whatcha got under here, huh?” His hands wasted no time and went to pluck at the ribbon holding your robe closed, untying it and throwing it to the side, taking in your lace covered body and exposed cunt. From the top of your furry ears to the bottoms of your padded feet you were looking like the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on. You bit your lip and did a little twirl for him, wiggling your ass at him to make sure he saw your little tail and turned back around to pull at your collar as you looked up at him.

“Ya really want me ta breed ya like yer a little bitch in heat.” His fingers hooked into the ring on your collar and pulled you closer, taking one of your hands and shoving it down the front of his pants. You squeezed his hard member and moaned at the idea of him buried deep inside of you.

“Alright puppy, why dontcha lay down all pretty for me, I’ll join ya in a sec.” He quickly undressed as you laid down, spread out for him on your kingsize bed. A pair of shining blue eyes followed your every move and as he made his way up to you he rolled his shoulders and snarled, hunching over as he climbed onto the bed and changing, shifting into his beast form that was at least twice his normal size. Looking up from the large fangs in your face as he lapped at you, to the enormous knotted member that put any of your toys to shame you suddenly realized Daryl’s joke that day.

“P.. Please- prep me first.” Your voice stammered and Daryl only laughed as to mock you but he still moved down until his muzzle was level with your cunt. He took a long whiff of your soaked smell before lapping at your folds and shoving the full length of his tongue inside of you.

The moan you let out was almost pornographic. So much it even shocked you with how loud you were. Looking down you were met with Daryl’s top jaw covering your lower belly as his tongue kept working your insides and his lower fangs poked at the fat of your ass. He let out an experimental growl that had you clench around his tongue. “Ahh fuck again..” Your wish as quickly fulfilled as he kept up his growls, sending jolts of pleasure through you as you squirmed under his hold all the way up to your highest pitched whines that left you as you came hard around his tongue. The appendage was slowly pulled out of you and lapped up everything that managed to spill from your lower lips. You were a heaving mess and you hadn’t even touched his cock, letting you know how insanely ruined he as going to leave you when he was done with you.

With heavy movements he positioned himself above you again, his mouth open and tongue still lolling out of his maw. With two clawed fingers he pulled your mouth wide open and let a glob of drool fall onto your tongue so you could taste yourself. He kept your jaw shut and rubbed your throat with his other fingers like you’d do to a pet that had to swallow its medicine, and swallow you did. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue to show it was all gone.

With some more heavy moves Daryl moved himself comfortably onto the bed a hold of you and maneuvered you around to a fuckable position. Your hands were held above your head and one leg was pulled up against your chest as he rutted his hips against you, pressing his tip between your folds and moving further in with every thrust.

Choked gasps left you after he pressed in only halfway. The burning sensation of being stretched on his girth was one thing but you never had any of your toys, knots included fill you this deep. It hurt but there was no way you were going to make him stop. You wanted him so deep you could feel him poke your lungs. His face came down to lick at your cheeks, taking away any spilling tears and held your rocking hips still in a large paw as he slowly worked himself all the way in. You were so small compared to him, if he pushed in any further he’d tear your insides. He needed to take it slow until he as fully sheathed, but as soon as he was he could really set that breeding pace you so desperately wanted to experience. You looked down at his member being almost fully inside of you, only an inch and a half left between his knot and your lips. You watched as short ruts moved his cock in and out, the outline of it showing through the skin of your belly.

With his cock fully sheathed and his knot resting against your stretched lips he gave you a moment to breathe. His heaving breaths fanning your face while you rubbed your palms over the stretched skin of your stomach.

When you gave him the okay he started at a slow, steady pace and slowly worked up to the gut-wrenching breeding his bitch in heat pace he had promised you when he came in.

Rick came home earlier than he expected and to his surprise, found Daryl’s bike in his driveway. Normally when he came over he’d send a text and never go further than the garage. He didn’t thing too much of it any further and would find his brother when he’d find him.

Except the lower floor of the house was empty. Maybe he had gone off to the store to pick up new cigarettes.

He trudged up the stairs on his way to go take a shower, hearing the familiar sounds of monstrous growling coming from your room as he walked past.

Except why weren’t those sounds accompanied by the usual hight pitched woman’s screams or haunting background music?

What he did hear was something he hoped never to hear. “So close..” sounded your voice from behind the door. Without thinking twice his hand went to the handle, not knowing he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

There, in the middle of your plush bed laid you, ass right at the centre of his view, a plush tail dangling between your cheeks as your upper body laid splayed out across the pillows. Heaving chest exposed and covered in bleeding puncture wounds. A thick, pink leather collar around your neck and fuzzy ears on top of your head. One of your legs was raised up against the torso of what he knew for a fact to be his best friend in his changed form, currently balls deep fucking into his daughter. A large paw moved to cover your view of the room’s entrance as a thumb pressed past your lips and Daryl bared his teeth at the man in the door opening, signaling it was time to leave. Hands raised in defeat as Rick stepped back out of his daughter’s room and let the beast pick up his pace again right before he managed to close the door fully.

Your muffled moans sounded through the door as he decided to head out and go for a long walk around the neighborhood to make sure he wouldn’t catch any more of that ever.

“Ah Daryl, please..” You were so close again you were begging him to finish with you. You were so sore you were almost willing to beg him to stop. “Please, so close..” With your hands released again you reached down to squeeze at his knot, hoping he’d get the hint that you really wanted him to finish.

His head moved down to lick at your mouth as he sped up his thrusts, his knot pressing down harder against your lips every time. His tongue pressed past your lips and shoved down your throat as he tongue fucked your mouth. A padded finger rubbing at your clit had your eyes rolling back and your walls clamping down around his length, right as he rutted into you hard. His knot pressed inside of you and with a harsh pull it made it known it was really stuck inside of you.

You awoke the next morning with your thighs stuck together with dried cum and a naked human Daryl cuddling you.

As you tried to carefully get out of bed unnoticed you were made aware of Daryl being awake as well and grumbling a good morning as you moved over him to grab a robe and go clean yourself up as Daryl took some more time being comfortable in your bed.

All cleaned up and dressed in some underwear you went back to your room to find Daryl dressed and fishing through your hidden shoebox of toys.

“Ahem?” Making your presence known and passing him to grab some comfortable house clothes. You let him know you were gonna go make some breakfast and pray your dad had already left, but that prayer was quickly shot down by Daryl announcing he could hear your dad rummage around in the kitchen and you were going to have to face him.

Daryl offered to join you to soften the blow. You were too fucked out yesterday to realize your father had seen you two, also thanks to Daryl’s large paw obscuring your view of the door.

Once downstairs the two of you made your way into the kitchen, treading lightly and delicately wishing your dad a good morning as you went to make coffee for you and Daryl.

Without looking up from his morning papers Rick spoke. “I don’t want you ever doing that again in my house, understood?”

You shrunk into yourself before looking up in realization. “Y… You.. heard us?”

Daryl scoffed from the other side of the kitchen, seemingly unaffected by all of it. “Did more than just hear us. Gonna have nightmares for years.”

The pot of coffee shook in your trembling hands, almost spilling all over the counter. The idea of your father seeing you like you in such a filthy way had your stomach in knots.

The sound of papers crumpling and hands slamming onto the counter had you jump, dropping the spoon to the floor with a loud clatter.

“I trusted you with Daryl’s secret because you had an interest in those movies. Not so you could use it your for own.. Pleasure.” He had a hard time even saying it out loud, let alone look you in the eyes as he said it but he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do anything about it. You were an adult after all. “In fact if you’re adult enough to make such decisions you are old enough to find your own place to do that stuff, but not under my roof.”

All the while he still hadn’t looked up from his now messed up papers.

You stood there with tears in your eyes, terror and anxiety washing over you all at once, uncertain about what to even respond to such words.

“Well,” Not even a single heartbeat later Daryl spoke up. “Looks like we’re headin’ back upstairs ta pack yer stuff.” Ha strode over to your side to move you back around. “M’takin’ ya home t’ma cabin.”

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: Will I ever stop writing monsterfuckery? Absolutely not.

[springwitch26]

Hey you're writing is so beautiful and *cough cough* incredibly hot, would you be down to write a Melissa brat tamer oneshot 😅

No pressure ofc!

-anon

tear you apart (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: you're feeling bratty and melissa is all too happy to punish you.

warnings: smut (18+), brat taming, punishment, degradation, spanking, humiliation, overstim, voyeurism? basically unhinged content + agatha harkness obsession disease 💜

notes: thank you anon for your kind words and this request! hope this is worth the wait. melissa is such a brat tamer and i'm reminded of that every time she makes a biting comment or threatens to fight someone. she needs a girl who can take it and then give it right back.

all you ever wanted was to make melissa feel good.

you knew from the start of your relationship that she was a top. but at first, you weren't sure what she liked: did she want you to be her good girl? or did she enjoy a challenge?

within a few weeks, you had pieced together the answer: it depended on the day. on bad days, all she wanted was her sweet, obedient angel.

one night she came home deflated, having fought with barbara over a teacher appreciation gift from the district. she pulled you into her and didn't let go, holding you close through hours of gentle sex. you were so soft, so comforting, so good.

"come sit on my lap, babydoll," she had said, patting her legs where she sat on the sofa. you obliged.

"are you okay?" you asked, searching her eyes for frustration and regret.

"i am now," she whispered as she caressed up your thighs, smiling as you nuzzled into her neck to hide your whimper. "just do what i say 'n make your pretty noises, and i'll be just fine."

good days were a different story. competition and conflict excited melissa. she felt most like herself when she was telling somebody off or winning some game. so, when things were quiet at work or when she was feeling playful, you were more than happy to give her the challenge she craved. your attitude drove her insane, and putting you in your place was always exhilarating.

tonight was a good night. you could tell from the moment she walked in the door, carrying that massive read-a-thon belt. she was on top of the world after her victory, and now she needed another conquest.

you twirled around the kitchen as you cooked dinner in your thin sleep shirt and little shorts. melissa loved seeing you like this: comfy, happy, and best of all, lightly clothed.

you smirked to yourself as you hatched a plan. instead of greeting her like usual, you pretended not to see her come in. then you held up your phone and took a selfie that just happened to provide a view down your shirt. melissa saw it all.

"whatcha doin', hon?" melissa raised an eyebrow at you, still smiling from a great day at work.

"oh, nothing. just texting ava," you replied coyly. melissa's jaw clenched ever so subtly.

you had been friends with ava since back when you were still working at abbott. melissa wasn't jealous of your friendship with ava. no, what irritated her was how shamelessly ava would check you out and hit on you. ava's advances were never serious, she knew that. but melissa also knew that ava hit on you at least as much as she did gregory, and that was a problem in her book.

you smiled at her and went back to your cooking like it was nothing. you were in for a fight tonight.

...

when you sat down in the living room to binge-watch wandavision after dinner, melissa attempted to stroke up your thighs several times. you refused her and innocently cuddled into her side.

all was going according to plan until you heard agatha say "good girl" on the television. you shuddered and pressed your legs together, and it did not go unnoticed by melissa.

"aw, hon. does that make you feel needy?"

she had the upper hand. but you could still salvage this.

"yes, agatha drives me crazy," you said, meeting her gaze and giving her a sultry smug look.

"i thought you liked wanda..." she grumbled, her jaw clenched. it was working.

"mmm no, agatha is more my type," you drawled. you remembered melissa dressed as the scarlet witch. that sinfully sexy costume. she had done it for you.

the fact that you were switching up on her now made her livid. your type? she wasn't your type?

"god, kathryn hahn..." you whispered when the camera focused in on agatha's magical fingers, absolutely selling that you were turned on. it pushed melissa over the edge.

in one swift move, she shut the tv off and crawled on top of you, pushing you into the couch by your sternum. the look in her eyes was dark, fiery, dangerous.

"take your clothes off," melissa growled, fire bubbling behind her eyes.

she pulled herself off of you and sat looking you over from the other end of the couch, an expectant look on her face.

"yes, ma'am," you scrambled to comply with her instructions, stripping eagerly in front of her.

"leave the panties on," melissa stopped you before you could drag your thong down your legs. "on the bed."

the two of you rushed up the stairs and over to the bedroom, her grabbing at your waist the entire time. melissa sat back against the pillows, her legs spread for you. she gestured between her legs and you knew what she wanted.

you squealed and quickly adjusted yourself to straddle her, your legs on either side of hers as you unbuttoned her shirt. she sat upright against the pillows, her messy hair framing her heated face.

once you had removed her shirt and bra, she fisted her hands in your hair and pushed your head downward. you quietly whimpered at the manhandling. she took the initiative to swiftly pull her pants and panties down to her ankles, giving you just one firm command: "be a good girl."

you parted her legs gently and dove in, licking wide stripes up her folds but avoiding her clit to tease her. it wasn't long before you felt a fist in your hair, pulling you off of her to meet her frustrated gaze.

"unless you want red handprints all over your ass, don't fuckin' tease," she sneered.

you were torn: you wanted that punishment, but you also wanted to be a good girl for her. you chose to be good for now, attaching your lips to her clit and making her groan in satisfaction. you could always push her buttons later.

"that's it, honey, right there," she choked out as you swirled your tongue around her clit. she wouldn't last long, already worked up from seeing you strip for her.

you lapped at her and sucked on her bundle of nerves, enjoying the chorus of good girl and don't stop until you felt her legs start to tremble around you. at that point, you pulled back, leaving her bucking up into nothing.

you gave her a mischievous grin and started to trace your lips with your thumb absentmindedly. you watched her seethe in anger, never taking her eyes off of you.

"oh, sorry, i think i smudged my lipstick. give me a second," you could hardly contain your giddiness at how angry she looked. you needed her to lose control.

without missing a beat, she grabbed your hair and forcefully pushed you back between her legs. all of her gentleness was gone.

"such a dumb fucking slut. can't even follow simple instructions," she scolded. "finish me off, whore, and then we'll work on your behavior."

you felt yourself get soaked again at the manhandling, her seething words and her promise to punish you. eager to make up for your misbehavior, you ate her out with reckless abandon. she reached her high within minutes, whispering filthy things to you the whole time.

"fuck, that's good. lookin' up at me like that with your big doe eyes. i'm gonna come all over that pretty, smart mouth."

she came with a low groan, coating your lips in her wetness. the sight was pornographic: you looked at her with hooded eyes and wet lips, slightly fearful of her next move. it was exhilarating.

when she had recovered, she sat up and stared you down, a twisted smirk on her face. you swore you knew what she would say before the words left her mouth.

"bend over my lap, beautiful." her tone was dark, but you could hear the excitement behind her words.

you scrambled to obey, laying face-down on her lap with your ass up, wiggling gently in front of her. enticing her.

for a minute, there was silence. she just watched in amusement as you squirmed in her lap, desperate for any kind of attention from her. from where she sat, she could see your arousal glistening on your thighs. she was drunk on the power.

"a little desperate, hmmm?" she teased. you nodded frantically. she started to trace light patterns on your ass with her fingernail. "let me tell you what's gonna happen now. i'm gonna spank your cute little ass until you're crying and begging me to stop. then, i'm gonna fuck you until you're so sensitive that you can't stand to be touched any more. sound good?"

while she was nonchalant, you were almost at your breaking point from her words alone. you were completely at her mercy. you managed a "yes" and nodded intently for her to continue with her plan, desperate to see it through to the end.

it was hardly a second later when she slapped your ass, hard. you should have seen it coming, but you still yelped in surprise. you felt throbbing between your legs as the pain spread through you.

this went on for a while, and eventually you lost count of how many times she'd hit your backside. tears rolled down your cheeks, and you hardly felt them. and you were soaking her lap with your arousal. melissa whispered filthy things to you the entire time.

"my pretty, little, brat," she emphasized each word with a harder slap.

when it finally stopped, she started to caress you all over and praise you for taking your punishment so well. her soft touch brought you back to reality, and she guided you to sit up.

"wow, sweetheart. you really made a mess," melissa said, gesturing to her legs which were sticky with your wetness. you hid your face in your hands.

"stop it, you know i wanna see you. in fact..." she trailed off with a smirk and reached to grab her phone off the nightstand. "touch yourself."

your mouth fell open at the command, and she gave you a challenging look. not wanting to push her any farther tonight, you did as she asked and tried to find a comfortable position.

"spread 'em wide, princess," she said, smiling down at her phone like she wasn't watching your every move.

a burning heat ran through you at her words. you leaned back and started to gently circle your clit through your panties, anxiously awaiting her next move. you were a whimpering, blushing mess when she finally looked up at you with a grin.

"stay just like that," she said while bringing her phone up to point it at you. you heard the clicking noise of the iphone camera and your eyes widened. melissa had never done anything like this before.

"w-what are you doing?" you barely managed the sentence as your fingers worked you up, making you gasp.

"oh, just givin' myself a little treat for later," she replied coyly. "and maybe next time you act up, i'll show ya these. make ya remember your place."

you shifted uncomfortably, feeling hot all over from your fingers and the humiliation. melissa noticed and put her phone aside to look in your eyes.

"color?" she whispered.

"pink..." you replied shyly. that meant she could keep going. she smiled and cupped your face in her hands, kissing you softly.

her hand traveled down to remove yours from between your legs. she finally laid you down on the bed, running her hands up your thighs. your legs fell open for her and she leaned in to inspect your swollen folds.

she hummed as she trailed two fingers through your wetness, earning her a pitiful noise. when she pulled away and mosied over to the dresser drawer, you knew what she was going to do.

"i think you're wet enough for the strap, don't you?" she pulled out a bright red one that you had never seen before. she watched your eyes as you reacted to its size.

"i bought this as a surprise for you knowin' you'd go crazy over it," she mused as she adjusted the harness and attached the dildo to it.

"mel, it's... big," you said, looking up at her with wide eyes as she positioned herself above you.

"yeah, hon, that's why i bought it," she teased, smirking as if it was the most obvious reply in the world. you breathed a sigh of relief as she covered the strap in a thick layer of lube.

she took the cock in one hand and maneuvered it through your folds, pressing on your clit and making you cry out. you shuddered when she positioned it at your entrance.

"you ready for me?" melissa trailed a finger under your chin and forced you to meet her eyes.

"pink," you breathed, and she pushed the tip in. you felt the stretch immediately, and melissa used her free hand to rub your abdomen soothingly.

she continued to work her way into you, her hand never stopping its comforting motions. when she bottomed out, you felt so full you could hardly breathe. it was a thrill.

you nodded at her to signal she could move, and she started to fuck you slow and hard. the size of the strap-on allowed her to hit places that you'd never felt before, and you couldn't hold back your moans.

her thrusts became rougher very quickly, and she dug her thumbs into your hips to balance herself. you knew there would be marks there tomorrow. her pace and the low groans she let out suggested that she was still hanging on to some frustration in need of release.

she hit your g-spot and you screamed, overwhelmed with the feeling of her. she noticed the telltale signs of your orgasm approaching: shaking legs, parted lips, strangled moans. in response, melissa reached down to rub your bundle of nerves roughly, and that sent you over the edge.

"good girl, so good," she coaxed you through your high. you thought she would stop after one. oh how naive you were. you were trembling and squirming away from her, and she just continued to rub your clit, rocking gently inside you.

"come on, honey, give me another, i know you can," she encouraged you, peppering you with sweet kisses. you nodded and she started to fuck you again in earnest.

every nerve ending in your body was buzzing, and all you could feel was melissa. she thrusted into you like her life depended on it, and you admired her face as she worked you. her red hair hung around her face, which had also become red from the exertion. it felt amazing—hell, it felt insane—to feel her hitting all the most sensitive spots inside you. but it felt even more amazing to have the sexiest woman on the planet on top of you, working your body like it was her life's mission.

when your second orgasm washed over you, it was more intense than the first. it drained all the power from your body and you surrendered yourself to your fiery lover. she again whispered sweet nothings in your ear to help you along. when you had stopped shuddering, she pulled out.

you caught your breath and watched her rise to her feet, humming as she took off the strap. you could see a devious glint in her expression that told you you weren't done quite yet.

after that small taste of relief, melissa stalked over to you and spread your legs once more. you whined in discomfort, too sensitive to take any more.

"shhhh, baby, lemme clean you," she soothed before beginning to lap at you, savoring your taste. she tried to avoid your clit but her nose brushed against it, bringing a pained noise from you. she hummed into you and kept going, stroking your legs to relax you.

after you had gotten comfortable with the feeling of her tongue she drifted up to your clit, circling it but avoiding direct contact. you gasped and bucked up into her mouth despite your best efforts. even the smallest touch felt like an electric shock.

when your whines turned to quiet moans, melissa wrapped her mouth around your clit and started to suck, rolling her tongue over it. the pressure was white-hot and deadly, and it sent you over the edge in seconds.

"my sweet angel, i love you, you did so well for me..." she comforted you through the comedown. she stroked your sides and you relaxed into her touch, your heartbeat finally slowing. she placed a fond kiss on your forehead, then got up to get a washcloth and some water for you.

...

"i won the read-a-thon today..." she said while she cleaned you.

"i noticed," you giggled, smiling up at her. the love in her eyes made the green irises sparkle and swim with possibility. "i'm so proud of you."

"you coulda said that earlier!" she joked, recalling your misbehavior. there was a comfortable silence before she spoke again. "actually, i think i like it when you fight me a little."

you gazed at her fondly and laughed again, feeling warm and cared for. "i noticed."

[hanjsquokka]

Tangled Earphones - [ Han Jisung ]

🩷 SYNOPSIS : Jisung doesn't remember the last time he had a crush but he does know that he definitely has a crush on you now, even though he's known you for less than an hour and hardly spoken ten sentences with you. He's never going to see you again after this but that doesn't stop him from falling head over heels for you. (part of valentines collab with @stayconnecteed )

GENRE : fluff, strangers to potential lovers

PAIRING : han jisung × fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING : mild cursing

WORD COUNT : 3K

This was probably the first time Jisung honestly hated his job. Well… maybe hate is a strong word. Sure, composing is fun, maybe a little frustrating — but he never hated it. Sometimes writer's block made him want to drive his head into a wall. But he never regretted becoming a composer. Okay, maybe he didn't hate composing. He hated the current artist he was working with. What a pain in the ass. Even though Jisung clearly told him he'd work on it after a few days, the guy seriously had no chill! Because of that, Jisung had to take a different bus to Tongyeong without his friends. A trip he'd been waiting anxiously for nearly a month. It was the first trip to finally make it out of their group chat.

His friends from college planned a week at the scenic town for a reunion since it had been a while since they've spent time together. Like the good old days. They would go on hikes, maybe relax at the beach and have fun. Jisung missed those days where the eight of them would live in a dorm and make ramen at three in the morning, their midnight car drives as soon as the oldest of their group, Chan, had gotten his license and taken them out. Jisung missed them so much. He's never been the same since then. Those guys changed his life. Then, it was never the same thing every day. Now… it was the same old routine — wake up, go to the studio, go back home and sleep. He was excited to find that small spark again with them.

But life didn't work that way for Jisung.

Luckily, there was an early morning bus and he managed to book the last seat available. Early morning meant a grumpy Jisung because he absolutely despised waking up before the sun did. In his opinion, it should've been illegal. It gave him flashbacks to college when his gym-crazy friend Changbin used to drag him to workout and strengthen his core. Why Jisung needed core strengthening when he was a music major student was still a question to him. It was still dark when he arrived at the bus depot. After enquiring about his ride, he had to go wait along with the rest of the passengers.

With his earphones blasting music, he waited on the cold metal benches for his bus to arrive with his leg bouncing anxiously, looking at all the texts in the group chat from all the other guys. It looked like they had a lot of fun since his phone was blowing up with blurry selfies and shaky videos of them. Jisung was typing a reply when he caught a whiff of lavender drift past him. His head shot up, only to be met with the back of a girl's head. For some strange reason, his heart sped up a little.

Then he caught a look at your face when you turned around as an employee spoke to you. Goddamn. His ears turned red as he continued staring at you. Even though he couldn't take his eyes off of your face, some part of him registered the ACDC shirt you were wearing over sweatpants and the beaded phone strap around your wrist as you waved your hands around while you spoke. He couldn't pull his eyes away until an announcement came over the speaker of his bus’ arrival. Between the clambering of the other passengers, Jisung lost you in the crowd.

With his duffle bag in hand, he made his way to the bus. In the outside air, his breath fogged out in front of him, his previous irritation of the early morning trip returning to him as he walked down the narrow aisle of the bus after the other talkative people eager to start their journey.

Jisung would've probably remained in a sour mood the entire four hour journey, earphones plugged in and staring out the window at the passing scenery if you hadn't gotten on the bus, immediately locking him in a trance again. Ba-dum. The lyrics of the song started to fade out, only the thumping of his heart rang in his ears as you drew closer and closer to where he was sitting. Could it be… that you were going to sit in the empty seat next to him? When you passed him, his chest deflated a little but you backtracked, looking at your phone and then at him. Your lips were moving, the pretty pink of your chapstick catching his eye as you said something, but he didn't hear anything.

Earphones!

He pulled them off, noise immediately filling his ears and he slightly cringed at it. “Your bag is in my seat.” You repeated for what it looked like the fourth time. His face burned red as he realized his overly packed duffle was indeed laying on your seat. Hastily muttering an apology, he got up and opened the overhead cabin to shove it up there, wishing he could do that to himself because clearly you noticed him staring at you like a creep. Once he got in his seat again, you sat down, your arm brushing against his, setting his skin on fire. “What were you listening to?” You asked softly, turning to him. Jisung stared at you blankly, feeling like a goldfish as his mouth opened and closed but no words came out. You chuckled. “You seemed so into it when I was speaking to you…”

“Chase Atlantic.” He managed to say, pushing his glasses back up as he looked at you. God you looked so much prettier up close.

Your eyes seemed to sparkle once he said that, a breathtaking grin forming on your face. He never ever wanted to erase that image from his mind. “Wow, I love Chase Atlantic too.”

“Really?” The normal Jisung seemed to be back in function because he was talking to her like he would with anybody else.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “They make up about ninety percent of my playlists along with Tate McRae and Kard.”

“Oh, I know Kard! They have that song uh…” He racked his brain. Don't make yourself a fool, Han Jisung. “Icky?”

“Yeah.” You nodded again.

The bus roared to life, pulling out of the bus depot and onto the road. The two of you fell into silence, the short-lived conversation about music artists died out. Jisung stared out the window, not knowing how to continue speaking with you in a way that didn't make him look like an absolute creep. Jisung wasn't a guy to like a person romantically very easily. He was quite reserved and valued the importance of his relationships with people. He wasn't one to go around and have one-night stands or flings because his heart didn't work like that. If Jisung loved, he would love with his mind, body and soul. He would place his heart in his hands, only to get hurt in the end because these days, no one seemed to want a heartfelt, serious relationship.

Plus, his job required him to spend most of his days hunched over a laptop in a dark room.

He doesn't remember the last time he had a crush but he does know that he definitely has a crush on you now, even though he's known you for less than an hour and hardly spoken ten sentences with you. You've caught him, with just a smile. A smile that Jisung was completely enamored with as he snuck glances at you every now and then as you texted someone. The darkness outside was actually helpful, he could see your reflection in the window. He didn't understand how it was possible for someone to look like a goddess wearing nothing but sweats and a t-shirt. You could probably make a trash bag the latest fashion trend.

The first hour of the ride was peaceful. Most of the passengers were asleep. He didn't dare sleep. No, if Jisung slept, he would drool and he would snore. He's had countless embarrassing stories from his friends and he'd rather not make a fool out of himself in front of you. Especially when he had to sit next to you for the entire bus ride. He took off his earphones to enjoy the quiet for a while, only to be met by soft humming coming from you. It looked like you were doing it unknowingly, your eyes focused on the book you were reading. Maybe you felt his gaze on you because you met his eyes, making him blush once again although this time, a pink hue overtook your own cheeks as well.

“Sorry, I didn't realize I was doing that.” You muttered apologetically, embarrassed that he had caught you humming to yourself.

“It's okay. I don't mind.” He tried to reassure you it was fine. When the awkwardness didn't seem to fade away, Jisung reached into the pockets of his black hoodie and pulled out a packet of watermelon flavored bubble gum. “Want some?” He asked, offering the open pack to you. You nodded, taking a strip and popping it into your mouth. Jisung followed suit and tucked the packet away into his pocket again. “Would it be awkward… if I asked for your name?” Can you not go three seconds without screwing up?

“It's Y/n.” You smiled at him, a genuine smile that eased his anxiety. When it came to you, he doubted every syllable the moment he uttered them. He was determined to make a good impression on you, though he may never see you again once these four hours were over. “What about you?”

“Jisung. Han Jisung.”

You repeated his name. It sounded so much better coming from your mouth. He'd record it and play it again and again for the rest of his life. Honestly, he could listen to you say anything and still love it. Your voice was like a soothing melody for him. A tranquil tune that placated the raging voices in his head. “Are you visiting family?”

“A reunion with my college friends. I haven't seen them in a long time, so I'm pretty excited about it.”

“That's sounds really nice. I'm visiting my brother. He's always too busy with work so I make it a plan to stay with him for a week when I can.”

“Is he older than you?”

“Mhm. He used to be such a prick when we were kids.” Jisung smiled at that. He too was used to sibling rivalry. His brother and him never really saw eye to eye until they entered adulthood. “Things are so different now that we barely see each other.”

Jisung quickly learned you were pretty easy to talk to. The way you spoke about the topic, the way your eyes seemed to shine in the rising sunlight that was seeping through the windows — Jisung was sure he missed a few paragraphs of your ongoing conversation, too captivated by your mere existence beside him. His heart was hammering painfully in his chest that was swelling with affection the more the two of you bonded.

When the bus stopped at a rest stop, you were eager to get up and walk around for a while, claiming that you've always hated sitting in one place for too long. Surrounded by trees and the highway in front of them, you sipped on the canned coffee he bought in the store for the two of you. He couldn't help but chuckle as you swung your legs back and forth on the picnic table top you were sitting on while he sat on the bench and looked up at you with the goofiest smile on his face. He was down bad and he knew it. How had you captured his heart so easily? And it wasn't like you were trying to. That was the beauty of it. You were merely being yourself and that was enough for Jisung to fall head over heels for you.

Jisung was going to make sure the tracks he was composing for that artist he was angry at earlier were his best works to date because if it weren't for that guy's impatience, he would've never met you.

“Shit… my earphones.” You nearly turned your handbag upside down when the two of you were back on the bus after stretching your legs.

“Did you lose them?” He asked, looking on the floor.

“No… I haven't used them all day. I think I left them at home.” You frowned.

Jisung had an idea. A terribly brilliant idea. This trick worked all the time in movies. If it could happen in movies, then Jisung could also make it happen in real life. “W-We could share mine? I-If you want t-to?” He stuttered out, fishing his forgotten earphones from his pocket, only to find them in the most tangled state he's ever seen them in. A blush grew on his face as he tried and miserably failed at untangling them.

“Let me try.” The simple contact of your fingers brushing against his hand sent jolts of electricity through his body. His gaze lingered on your delicate hands, the smoothness of you skin contrasted by the chipped purple nail polish on your fingernails and the single ring that adorned your left middle finger. You managed to untangle the earphones with ease. “And… if you're okay with sharing, then I don't mind either.” Maybe his brain was completely fried at this point, but he could've sworn you turned a little pink too.

“Cool! Uh, you can choose anything.” He opened Spotify on his phone and handed it to her.

Time flew by quicker than Jisung would've liked it to. His heart sank to his feet as they entered Tongyeong, the bus pulled up at the depot and stopped. He felt numb as people began deboarding the bus. All he could hear was his heart thumping in his chest. Was this it? The end to his little crush? It was highly unlikely he would ever see you again. Sadness was bubbling up inside him, clawing at his throat. He could barely choke out a goodbye as you left and hugged your brother who was waiting for you. Jisung's mind reeled at the intensity of the emotions he was feeling.

He couldn't get you out of his mind the entire week. Sure, he might have stalked you a little and found your Instagram handle, but it wasn't enough. He needed to see you. He needed to see the smile — face to face. He wanted to hear your laugh. He wanted to be the reason for your happiness. He wanted you. Because he liked you. The revelation made his brain hurt. He met you and fell in love with you within five hours. That had to be some kind of record right?

He tried to enjoy himself with his friends. But in every crowd, he was looking for your face. When they went hiking. At the beach. While wandering down the streets in the hot sun. All his efforts were in vain. It was like you never even existed. A fragment of his imagination. He was going delusional. The more time passed, the futher he believed it.

The bus ride home was going to be painful. Once he made sure his bag was secure in the overhead cabin, he slouched in his seat. When he reached for his earphones in his pocket, he found them in a tangled mess again.

“You know… you should start putting a rubber band on those.” His breath hitched. Ba-dum. Time slowed down as he looked up, only to be met with you, a knowing smile on your face as you sat down next to him. “Did you have fun on your reunion?”

His felt like a goldfish all over again. The connection from his mouth to his brain fried as he tried to give you a response that wasn't gibberish. “H-How?”

“What? Did you really think I was going to leave you behind like that?” His response only made your grin grow wider. “I was looking for you all around town, you know?”

“I was too…”

“Really? And here I thought you forgot me.” You chuckled.

“I don't think I could ever forget you.” He whispered, his heart going crazy in his chest as you leaned closer to his face. His throat dried up as he swallowed hard. Eyes unblinking, trying to calculate what you were going to say. “I think I like you Y/n.” He breathed out. “No... I know I like you.”

“I like you too.” You leaned even closer. “Now kiss me, stupid.” Let's just say Jisung was more than eager to oblige.

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Sugary sweet pt. 2 | LN4 x Piastri! Reader

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Part 1

Lando and Olivia had been a couple for almost two months before the fans found out about it. Once they did, did they destroy twitter with edits of them. Calling them the cutes couple. While Olivia was not too happy to be in the spotlight that the relationship with Lando brought with it, was Lando over the moon to be able to show his girlfriend to the world and brag about how smart and pretty she was. Oscar just teased his twin about the spotlight and her new WAG status.

It was his home race when they walked into the paddock hand in hand. Lando was beaming with pride while Olivia was trying not to look at all those fand waiting to see Lando. “Everything is going to be fine, love. Just breathe.”, he told her with a kiss to the forehead. After fifteen minutes of Lando sighning stuff and taking Selfies were they finally able to walk to the hospitality. There they met Oscar who again teased his twin for being in the Spotlight. “Seems like you stole Lando’s fand.”, he said and Olivia just hit his arm.

Once the boys had to leave for media duties could Olivia leave to go to the engineers. She was more comfortable there. Being surrounded by data and statistics was were she was in her element. It was also where she talked the most, aside when she was with her family or close friends. Zack walked up to check in on the young girl when he saw her carefully listening to Oscar’s engineer. “Where do you think could the car improve?”, the engineer asked the girl. It was a tricky question, as they expected a precise answer and not only the basics, as she was coming close to her graduation. But with an unknown confidence, at least to Zack, did the girl answer. Even going into detail behind her statement. To say that everyone was more than happy with her work was an understatement. Not only was everyone impressed by how well thought through her statements were but also how quickly she picked up different part of the work. “Good job, how about you sit with me during the race?”, Oscar’s engineer offered and the girl gladly accepted. It was not often that interns were allowed to be at the pitlane.

Right before the race did Lando searched his girlfriend down. A worried look on his face. Jon was following the boy with a small smile on his face. This was a side of Lando he had not seen before. Sure Lando was caring and loving toward his family but this was a new level. Lando finally found Olivia standing with Oscar and his engineer. “There you are! I was looking for you!”, Lando exclaimed, making the girl worry about why he had been this eager to find her right before he had to be in the car. “Is everything okay, Lan?”, she quietly asked, as all eyes were now on them. “You are getting low. I came to make sure you are eating something before it gets too low.”, Lando explained and handed her the snack he had stolen from the hospitality. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she checked her levels on her own again and found that he was indeed right. With a small thank you did she took the snack out of his hand. “How did you knew that?”, Oscar asked his teammate with a teasing smirk. “I have her blood sugar levels synchronised to my phone.”, Lando said like it was obvious. He wanted to be able to take care of her and prevent her from dropping way too low again. “You do?”, Olivia asked him surprised. “Of course. I know how you get distracted and forget to check them.”, Lando explained, pulling her close to him, kissing her head. “As cute as this is, you need to get ready, Lando.”, Jon told him. Kissing the girl one more time Lando left to get ready.

“You got Lando wrapped around your finger pretty well.”, Oscar teased while getting ready. “I had no idea he had my blood sugar on his phone. I don’t even know how or when he did it.”, Olivia told her brother, still blushing. “I like that he takes care of you. Gives me more free time.”, “Shut up and don’t crash.”, Olivia said before taking seat in the pit lane. Her nerves were a bit high as she sat down, feeling like she was not supposed to be there. But as soon as the race started did those thoughts disappear and her focus was on the race and how the car was holding up. She learned a lot, watching from the pitlane as everyone included her in the decisions, explaining them to her. It made her feel like a part of the team. The race ended with her twin in P5 while Lando got his first home podium. “You should go and see Lando when he gets out of the car.”, Zack said and walked her to the barriers with him. Somehow did she end up right next to Lando’s family, that she was going to meet after the race. “Oh it's you. Lando talks a lot about you. It is so nice to finally meet you.”, Adam, Lando’s dad, said with a wide smile and pulled the shy girl into a tight hug. “It is also nice to meet you.”, she said. They did a bit of small talk before Lando pulled up next to the other two on the podium. Once he got out of the car was everyone cheering for him. Running toward them Lando was firstly hugged by the team before making his way to his family and girlfriend. Reaching over the barrier to hug her he carefully buried his head in her neck, careful not to hit her with his helmet. “I am so proud of you, Lan.”, she said, just loud enough for him to hear her over all the noise. Once she had kissed his helmet did Lando hug his family, who was watching them with a smile.

On the podium did Lando look down at her with the wide smile she fell in love with. She loved watching him full of joy as he stood on the podium of his home race, something that has always been extremely important to him. She was just happy to be there to witness this. While Lando was doing his media duties did Olivia took one last look at the data and statistics to kill the waiting time. Suddenly the smell of champagne and sweat hit her as arms wrapped around her waist. Lando was back. “There you are, love.”, he whispered, kissing her neck. With a small smile on her face did she turn around to look at him. “I am proud of you, Lan. You did an amazing job.”, she told him, making him beam in pride. “My family wants to get dinner together as soon as we are out of here. So how about I take a quick shower and then do a few pictures with the team and then we can go? Do you have clothes to change here or do you want to go to the hotel before we meet with my family?”, Lando offered as he knew that she would not want to sit in a restaurant in McLaren clothes. “I’ll go to the hotel with Osc.”, she said and Lando promised to pick her up as soon as he was finished.

Olivia’s nerves were quite tense as they walked into the restaurants. She could feel herself get a shaky and her hands getting sweaty. The anxiety was raising up inside of her. Lando squeezed her hand as he noticed how tense she was. “They are going to love you. Don’t worry, love.”, he promised her and she tried to calm herself down. Once they had made they way through the Restaurant did they found his family sitting in a corner chatting already. “Lando, there you are!”, his mother exclaimed and went to hug her son and introduce herself to the young girl. “I am so happy that my son has found you. He told me so much about you.”, she told Olivia, who blushes like crazy. Sitting out they did some more small talk before a waited came to take their order. Just as the waited left did something start to beep quite loudly. Wanting to sink into the floor Olivia pulled out her phone. “I am sorry.”, she apologized and looked on the screen. 65 mg/dL dropping down, it read. Looking at her phone as well, Lando cursed at her under his breath. Before she had the chance to react did he call a waited, asking for a orange Juice as quick as possible. “What’s going on?”, Adam asked, confused and worries by his sons actions. “My blood sugar is a bit low.”, Olivia told them, feeling a little ashamed to admit it. It was nothing she liked people to know about and it was not the impression she wanted to make. “Oh, is there anything you need?”, Ciska asked, worried for the young girl. “It should be fine with the Juice but thank you.”.

It did get back to normal after the food came and she had the Juice but she was still feeling a little had about making everyone worry. So once they were back in Lando’s car was she apologizing to him. “Love, stop this. It is not your fault. No one is even slightly mad at you. My parents love and already care a lot for you. That’s why they were worrying about you. Your diabetes is nothing to be ashamed about.”, Lando promised her and pulled her in for a kiss at a red light.

[perfectsunlight]

15 ⸺ GOOD THINGS DON'T LAST

warnings: toxic behavior, language, peer pressure, struggling to come out, cheating

word count: 4.4k

part of the series: LOGICAL

lee junseo came from a world where money did grow on trees. just her name alone stood as an example of generational wealth and luxury. her great grandfather had founded a banking corporation that had skyrocketed to success, cementing the lee family as one of the most influential and wealthy families in the country. junseo had grown up surrounded by opulence, attending the finest schools, and traveling to the most exotic locations. 

she was close friends with jisoo, growing up she saw her almost as a sibling considering how often their families hung out. however, even the kim family knew that the lee’s were far more affluent. the kims were wealthy, but the lees were on a different level entirely, with their influence and wealth extending into various industries as well as other countries.

junseo and jisoo’s friendship was genuine and uncomplicated, built on years of shared experiences and mutual respect. they understood each other's pressures and expectations, often finding solace in their conversations and company. despite the societal expectations that came with their family names, their friendship remained one of the few constants in their lives.

however, they differed in one major way—junseo had no desire to take over the family company. 

jisoo was always pressured into taking her rightful place at the head of the kim’s law firm. from a young age, she had been groomed to follow in her parents' footsteps in a path that was meticulously planned and full of expectations.

junseo, on the other hand, felt no such pressure. her family’s wealth afforded her the freedom to explore her own interests and passions without the weight of expectations. this difference in their upbringing allowed junseo to pursue what she loved, like volleyball, without any guilt or second thoughts.

when junseo and chaeyoung became roommates during their first year, junseo quickly learned about chaeyoung’s long-standing crush on jisoo. it was clear that the blonde adored jisoo, hanging on to her every word and gesture. as the two grew closer, she became a confidante for her roommate. 

junseo’s connection to jisoo became a bridge for chaeyoung, allowing her to be closer to her crush in a way that wouldn’t have been possible otherwise. junseo was more than willing to help her friend, hoping that one day jisoo would reciprocate chaeyoung’s feelings.

however, junseo wasn’t entirely aware of lisa’s role in the picture.

“since when did you become interested in basketball?” junseo snickered as she took a few selfies in bed, her phone’s screen casting a soft glow in the dimly lit room. chaeyoung was seated at her desk doing her makeup in front of the small vanity mirror. the pair were attending the first home game of the season.

the blonde glanced up, a small smile tugging at her lips. “since i started talking to lisa.”

junseo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “lisa? y/n’s girlfriend?”

chaeyoung nodded, her smile faltering slightly. if there was one thing about junseo, it was the fact that she knew everything about everyone. 

“yeah, that lisa.”

the sophomore put her phone down, turning her full attention to her roommate. “wait, what do you mean you’ve been talking to lisa?” she asked slowly, trying to read the blonde’s face for any clues.

chaeyoung sighed, leaning back in her chair. “look, i know it sounds bad, but it’s not like that. lisa and i have just been talking. she’s been really nice to me, and... i don’t know. it’s just nice to have a friend.”

junseo frowned, confusion and concern evident in her eyes. “does y/n know?”

the other girl shook her head. “no, and i don’t think lisa sees it as a big deal. i don’t know, she just gives me a lot of attention. it’s nice to feel wanted, you know?”

the heiress didn’t press further, even if she wanted to. she knew how much the blonde craved attention and validation, especially from someone like lisa. 

instead, she sighed and picked her phone back up, glancing at the time. “are you ready to go?” she asked while grabbing her purse. the blonde nodded, thankful for the end of that conversation.

the gymnasium was packed with students, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. junseo and chaeyoung found seats near the front, giving them a clear view of the court. the teams were warming up, and junseo’s eyes scanned the players, searching for familiar faces.

“there’s lisa,” chaeyoung motioned with her head towards the most aggressive one on the court. naturally, y/n was next to her. junseo’s gaze remained on the two, watching as lisa quickly gave the shorter girl a kiss on the cheek. 

she shifted her attention away from the couple, while also noting the subtle huff of annoyance that came from her roommate’s mouth at the sight of them.

however, junseo’s eyes stopped in their tracks when she locked eyes with the most alluring face. dark eyes and black hair, swept back into a messy high bun. her dark green uniform clung to her athletic frame, highlighting her toned muscles. the girl was nothing like the other players, seeming to be quite reserved and much quieter.

“who is that?” junseo asked, her voice barely audible as chaeyoung turned to see who she was talking about. 

the blonde followed her gaze and smiled knowingly. “kang seulgi, a junior. she’s not as known, but she’s definitely one of the best players on the team. why?”

junseo couldn’t take her eyes off seulgi. there was something magnetic about her presence, a quiet intensity that drew the other girl in.  

“no reason,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. “just curious.”

—

kang seulgi knew she liked girls from the moment she kissed one in 3rd grade. it was a simple, innocent peck on the cheek during a game of truth or dare, but the feeling it left behind was anything but simple. the fluttering sensation in her chest and the warmth she felt were unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

as she grew older, seulgi's understanding of her feelings evolved, but she struggled with the societal expectations and pressures around her. her very modest family was extremely against anything that wasn’t traditional, which naturally included relationships.

she learned early on to compartmentalize her feelings, keeping her romantic inclinations a private part of her life. truth be told, she really didn’t have any romantic feelings. not any real ones anyway.

in high school, her attraction to girls was a well-kept secret. she dated boys casually, mostly to avoid drawing attention or raising questions. her feelings for other girls were something she kept to herself, navigating her teenage years with a mix of curiosity and confusion. the locker room and gymnasium were safe spaces where she could be herself, if only for brief moments.

when seulgi arrived at ygu, she hoped to find a more accepting environment, but she was still cautious. her basketball scholarship had opened doors to a prestigious university, but it also came with its own set of expectations and pressures. the scholarship was a testament to her skill and dedication, but she didn't want anything to jeopardize it.

but junseo was the wrecking ball that crashed her walls down with just a smile and a wave.

their initial connection felt like magic—something out of a storybook. their mutual attraction to each other was immediate and intense, leading them to pursue the relationship with a fervor neither had anticipated. as they began to spend more time together, their bond deepened, and the fairy-tale feeling grew stronger. 

but despite the enchantment of their early days, the reality of their differences soon became apparent. 

seulgi never understood how carefree junseo was, especially coming from someone with such a reputation. their first date consisted of junseo reserving an entire restaurant for the two to enjoy alone time together.

the restaurant was a high-end venue with a stunning view of the city skyline, and junseo had gone to great lengths to ensure it was a perfect, intimate experience.

to seulgi, who was used to quieter, more down-to-earth dates—like grabbing a quick bite after practice or sneaking away to a cozy café—this extravagant gesture felt both overwhelming and alien. while junseo’s romantic flair was undeniable, it clashed with seulgi’s preference for simplicity and genuine moments over grand gestures.

the night started beautifully, with candlelight casting a warm glow over their table and soft music playing in the background. junseo was radiant, dressed in a chic, elegant outfit, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. seulgi, on the other hand, felt slightly out of her element, unable to fully appreciate the opulence surrounding them.

as the evening progressed, seulgi tried to enjoy the fine dining experience and junseo’s company, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort. the lavish surroundings and junseo’s insistence on creating a perfect night only served to highlight their contrasting worlds. seulgi found herself feeling more like a spectator than an active participant in what was supposed to be a special evening.

after the dinner, junseo seemed disappointed, sensing seulgi’s lack of enthusiasm. “did you not like the restaurant? i thought it would be a nice change from campus food,” she said, her voice tinged with concern.

the basketball athlete felt a bit embarrassed, and for some reason felt like crying. “junseo, look, you’re really sweet and dinner was amazing, but—”

“oh.” junseo interrupted, already anticipating what the other girl was about to say. it broke her heart knowing that the girl she liked so much was about to reject her. seulgi tried to steady her voice, being vocal about how she was feeling wasn’t something she was used to.

“i’m just not ready for this right now. i really like you, but i need to focus on myself and my basketball. i don’t want to lead you on or make you think that i’m in the right place for a relationship.”

junseo’s face fell, and she tried to mask her hurt with a small, forced smile. “i understand. i’m sorry if i rushed things. i just thought we had something special.”

seulgi looked away, her eyes filled with regret, but she refused to let herself go back on her own word.

 “we do have something special. i just can’t give you what you deserve at the moment.”

as they parted ways, junseo’s disappointment was palpable. seulgi watched her leave, feeling a mix of guilt and sadness. despite her own reservations, she couldn’t shake the sense that she was letting go of something meaningful.

a few short weeks later, seulgi was focused on her game, determined to give it her all despite the personal turmoil she was feeling. the gym was packed with fans, and the energy in the arena was electric. her team was playing decently, but seulgi found herself distracted by the sight of junseo in the stands, looking as radiant as ever.

she figured chaeyoung had dragged her to the game in the first place, considering how seulgi knew she was the last person junseo wanted to see at the moment. 

during a break in the game, seulgi glanced over and saw a guy trying to hit on junseo. he was leaning in, talking animatedly, and junseo was laughing politely but seemed uncomfortable. seulgi felt a pang of jealousy and frustration, her earlier decision to reject the heiress now weighing heavily on her heart.

seulgi was smart about everything except her own feelings. she let her mind make any decisions without listening to her heart first. however, as she watched this man have all of junseo’s attention at her own game, she felt her emotions spiral out of control. 

the sight of junseo laughing and engaging with someone else while seulgi stood on the sidelines gnawed at her insides, stirring a mix of jealousy and regret.

“seulgi,” lisa snapped as she slammed the water bottle into the ground roughly. “we’ve had eight turnovers because of you.” she pointed, her frustration evident. “get your head in the game!”

“that’s enough, lisa.” yeri hissed, standing up from her seat and grabbing a nearby cloth to wipe the sweat from her brow. “you’ve missed every open shot so far. you’re lucky somi is tall enough to clean up your misses.”

seulgi barely registered lisa’s reprimand. her eyes were fixed on junseo, who was now entirely focused on the stranger speaking to her. it was as if junseo was completely oblivious to the world around her, and her heart ached at the sight. the carefree, radiant smile on junseo’s face as she laughed with the guy made 

the athlete felt like she was being pulled into an emotional whirlpool.

“kang seulgi, focus!” lisa’s voice cut through her thoughts again as they jogged onto the court, but this time seulgi only gave a distracted nod. the frustration of the game, combined with her deep-seated insecurity, made it almost impossible to concentrate.

every play seulgi made, she looked back at junseo to see if she saw it.

her movements on the court were fueled by the hope of catching the other girl’s eye, each shot and strategic pass accompanied by a quick glance toward the stands. seulgi’s game was driven by a new intensity, one that was both exhilarating and distracting.

the energy of the basketball game seemed to have shifted. where seulgi had once felt isolated and insecure, she now felt a renewed determination to prove herself, both to her teammates and to junseo. she gave it her all, pushing through the fatigue with each aggressive drive to the hoop, each defensive stance, and each play that set up a teammate for a score.

each time she turned her head to scan the crowd, her heart raced, hoping to find the same familiar face among the spectators. the earlier tension had transformed into a singular focus on making every moment count.

from the corner of her eye, seulgi caught numerous glimpses of junseo’s reactions. the heiress was no longer interacting with the stranger from before. instead, she was completely absorbed in the game, her gaze locked on seulgi with an intensity that matched her own. 

in the final minutes of the game, seulgi made a crucial play. 

ygu was down by 1 point. they needed this to count.

she intercepted a pass, dribbled down the court while ignoring lisa’s screams to pass it, and made a perfect shot just as the buzzer sounded. the crowd erupted in cheers and her teammates rushed to hug her, but seulgi’s eyes were solely focused on junseo. 

the sight of junseo standing and clapping with genuine enthusiasm was all seulgi needed to know her efforts were worth it.

coach taeyeon had given a very long and detailed post-game talk, but the moment it was finished, seulgi sprinted towards the parking lot. her heart was racing not from the adrenaline of the game, but from the anticipation of seeing junseo again.

the cool night air hit her as she stepped outside, the dim lights of the parking lot casting long shadows. she scanned the area, her eyes searching for the familiar sight of junseo’s car. it wasn’t long before she spotted it parked under a streetlamp.

seulgi’s pace quickened as she approached the car, her excitement growing with each step. when she reached it, she saw the heiress leaning against the hood, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. junseo’s eyes met seulgi’s, and a warm smile spread across her face, instantly melting away any lingering tension.

“seulgi,” junseo called out softly, pushing off the car and walking towards her. her eyes held a mix of affection and anticipation, reflecting the same emotions that seulgi felt.

seulgi closed the distance between them, her heart swelling with a mixture of relief and joy. “i’m sorry i took so long. i just needed to see you.”

junseo reached out, taking seulgi’s hands in hers. “it’s okay. i’ve been waiting for you.”

the basketball player scanned the heiress’ face, admiring every detail of it in the darkness of night. she hated how loud her heart was, but she couldn't deny herself any longer. every single beat of it was for junseo.

junseo. junseo. junseo.

everything was for junseo.

without another word, seulgi leaned in closer, her face inches away from the other girl’s. she could smell the scent of junseo’s perfume, a delicate mix of jasmine and cedar. 

junseo’s heart raced at the proximity, the air between them thick with anticipation. she noticed the nervous tremor in seulgi’s lips and saw the uncertainty in her eyes. junseo’s own heart ached with a mix of affection and a fierce desire to guide her through this moment.

seulgi’s cheeks flushed, her nerves momentarily giving way to excitement. “i—i've never been in a real relationship before. i don't know how to do this. i’ve never even kissed anyone.” she admitted embarrassingly, her face flushed with a dark shade of scarlet.

junseo’s eyes softened with understanding. she reached up to gently cup seulgi’s face in her hands. “you want to kiss me, kang seulgi?” she whispered as she gently traced the curve of the athlete’s jaw.

seulgi nodded, her gaze fixed on junseo’s lips. “i want you to be my girlfriend.” junseo smiled reassuringly and leaned in, her lips brushing softly against seulgi’s. “then let me be your first kiss.”

“relax,” the volleyball player murmured, her voice soothing. “don’t even think about anything.”

junseo’s hands remained steady on seulgi’s face, her touch light but firm, guiding seulgi through each subtle shift. she let seulgi lead the kiss at her own pace, savoring the intimacy of the moment and the growing connection between them.

their relationship was a secret from that night forward. seulgi loved the girl, but at the end of the day, she knew she could never publicly love her. she couldn’t accept her own sexuality, at least not at 100%. 

the party was buzzing with energy as the music thumped in the background and laughter filled the air. junseo was somewhere else with some of the other volleyball players, leaving the basketball girls to their own games.

when a game of truth or dare started, the atmosphere became even more lively. seulgi was anxious about the game, knowing that anything could happen and her secret relationship could be at risk, especially given chaeyoung is a bit too close to lisa.

and lisa, always one for pushing boundaries, grinned as she made her way around the circle.

“alright, seulgi,” lisa said, her eyes glinting with mischief as the bottle stopped on her. “truth or dare?”

seulgi gulped, her heart racing. “dare.”

lisa’s grin widened. “i dare you to text coach irene and tell her she’s pretty.”

a wave of unease washed over seulgi. she knew coach irene well enough to know that her response could range from amused to deeply embarrassed. but more than that, she didn’t want any hint of her personal life exposed.

“what? why?” seulgi protested, trying to hide her anxiety. the star athlete shrugged playfully. “come on, it’s just a game! it’ll be funny.” y/n’s eyes narrowed at her girlfriend briefly, not amused by the antics. 

“lisa this doesn’t seem–”

lisa let out a huff of annoyance before taking a sip of her drink. “it’s just a stupid game. it’s not like seulgi likes girls anyway.” she groaned before quickly kissing the back of her girlfriend’s hand. 

that last part of the thai girl’s remark sent sirens off in her head. was lisa trying to test her? did she know about her and junseo? 

“you don't, right?” lalisa questioned, raising a knowing eyebrow at her teammate. seulgi forced a laugh, trying to mask her anxiety. “no, of course not,” she lied, her voice wavering slightly. “it’s just a game, like you said.”

“exactly, so just do it.” somi said while taking a sip from her red solo cup. yeji sent y/n a knowing look, but y/n only shook her head slightly. they both knew lisa was up to something, even if they didn’t know what it was.

reluctantly, she did as she was told. 

i just wanted to say i think you’re really pretty.

“there,” seulgi cleared her throat and showed the other athlete her proof. lisa snickered, clearly pleased with the outcome of her dare. 

“see? that wasn’t so bad.”

it was a seemingly harmless dare, but seulgi couldn’t shake the feeling that lisa knew something she didn’t. 

—

junseo gently massaged the knots in her girlfriend’s back, earning a few grunts and groans from seulgi. they had spent the evening after their practices just relaxing and recovering together. it was one of the couple's favorite pastimes.

“i think i’m getting better at this,” junseo teased, pressing her thumbs into a particularly tense spot.

seulgi chuckled, a content sigh escaping her lips. “you’re a natural, junseo. i could get used to this.”

junseo’s heart swelled with affection. “good, because i plan on keeping you relaxed and happy for a long time.”

seulgi turned her head slightly, meeting junseo’s gaze with a soft smile. “i’m lucky to have you.”

junseo leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on seulgi’s shoulder. “no, i’m the lucky one.”

their moment was interrupted by the sudden buzz of junseo’s phone on the nightstand. she reached over to silence it, but a message preview on her phone caught her eye. 

it was from an unsaved number, but the content made her blood run cold.

junseo’s hands trembled as she read the message again, hoping it was some kind of misunderstanding. but the words were clear, and the implications even clearer. she felt a knot tighten in her stomach, her mind racing with a thousand questions and fears.

“seulgi,” junseo said, her voice barely above a whisper. her hands curled into fists as she slowly sat back down on her girlfriend’s waist, facing the back of her head. “yeah?” seulgi replied, oblivious to the storm brewing behind her.

the heiress took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “look at me.” seulgi turned around, concern etching her features as she noticed her lover’s expression. “what is it?”

“is there something you want to tell me?” 

the older girl slowly turned, causing her girlfriend to shift in her lap as she faced her fully. junseo’s eyes were cold and void of any emotion. truth be told, it scared her to see the girl she loved like this.

“nothing that you don’t already know.” seulgi said slowly, putting her hands on junseo’s thighs lightly. junseo’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it was sharp and clear. “who sent this?” she held up her phone, the message from the unknown number still on the screen.

ask seulgi about irene. you should know what’s going on.

seulgi glanced at the phone, her heart sinking further. “that’s lisa’s number...”

junseo’s eyes narrowed, her hands trembling. “you’re telling me that you’ve been talking to irene and now lisa somehow is involved? what the hell is going on, seulgi?”

seulgi’s hands tightened on junseo’s thighs, trying to keep her voice steady. “coach irene and i have been talking because she’s my coach. it’s nothing more than that.”

the heiresses' expression softened just a fraction, but her voice remained icy. “then why did lisa send me that? why would she think something is going on? and why does she know something i don’t?”

seulgi’s mind raced, trying to piece everything together. she was confused, and very scared of losing the only girl she cared about. 

“maybe she’s trying to stir things up, cause trouble. you know how lisa can be.”

junseo’s eyes flashed with anger. “this isn’t just some joke, seulgi. this is our relationship. i need to know if i can trust you.”

seulgi’s hands moved to cup her girlfriend’s face gently, her own eyes scanning for warmth in the irises. she loved junseo, there was no one else in her heart but her. that was the truth.  “you can trust me, junseo. i promise. there’s nothing going on between me and irene

junseo took a deep breath, her gaze searching seulgi’s eyes for any sign of deceit. “then give me your phone.”

almost instantly, seulgi’s mind began racing once again. she had remembered something that would change everything. the party. the dare.

lisa.

“wait,” seulgi panicked as she moved to try and grab her phone. “i just need to–” “why are you so freaked out?” junseo shouted, her voice cracking with a mix of frustration and fear. “what are you hiding from me, seulgi?”

seulgi’s heart pounded in her chest. “it’s not what you think. there’s just something i need to explain first.” that text made it look like something horrible, especially since irene’s response was something even worse.

junseo’s eyes narrowed, her hands shaking as she held onto the phone tighter. her girlfriend was so panicked, she had never seen seulgi’s face so pale.

“explain what? that you’ve been flirting with your damn coach behind my back?”

seulgi shook her head vigorously, her voice pleading. “no, it’s not like that. it was a dare. lisa dared me to text irene and tell her she’s pretty. it was stupid, and i didn’t mean anything by it.”

“then why didn’t you tell me that ages ago?” the heiress hissed before unlocking seulgi’s phone in front of her, the action shattering the basketball player’s heart into a million pieces. “junseo, please,” seulgi begged, trying to reach for the phone, but junseo pulled it away, her eyes scanning through the messages.

her heart sank as she saw the texts between seulgi and irene. what started as a silly dare had turned into a series of flirtatious messages, the playful tone becoming more frequent over time. seulgi had been hiding this from her, and it cut deeper than she could have imagined.

“why, seulgi?” junseo’s voice broke, tears welling up in her eyes. “why didn’t you tell me?”

seulgi’s own eyes filled with tears as she saw the pain on her girlfriend’s face. she couldn’t even come up with an excuse. her words died in her throat, and for the first time in forever, she just sat there silently.

and at the time, junseo didn’t know what was worse: her girlfriend’s actions, or the fact that lisa told her seulgi and irene were actually dating just a few short weeks after they broke up.

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CLOSED!!

[appleblueberry-pie]

nanami please with a darling who was injured by someone else 😼

yay more food. my dinner

You sigh as you open the door, taking off your shoes, placing them neatly in their respective places before ridding of all of the other things you brought outside with you. Keys, purse, you kept the small bag of groceries in hand for cooking tonight's dinner. The sun was going down and the sky was turning dark. Kento should be off of work by now.

You sigh once more, eyebrow twitching as you ignore the pang of pain in your lower stomach. You wash your hands before washing the vegetables and turning on the stove. How were you to hide this from him? I mean, you did a great job at patching the wound, making sure the bandages didn't show. I mean.....it wasn't that bad. Just a small robbery accident. It's not like you lost any of your personal items. Your face scrunches in stress as you continue to quickly chop the vegetables.

An hour passes when the front door unlocks. Kento steps through the front door and his shoulders relax at the smell of dinner wafting up his nose. You always knew how to settle him when the day ends. The thought of you puts a smile to his lips as he takes off his shoes, placing them in their respective places as well. He was going to turn around when he felt the familiar warmth of your hand on his shoulder and he turns, seeing your pleasant and radiating smile. "Hey, honey." He murmurs, pressing a soft peck to your lips, and wrapping his arms around your waist. He melts into the soft hug you both share.

"Hey," You reply, "How was work?" He almost pulls you back into the hug when you let go of him and begin taking off his cream colored blazer. "Not much different," you place the blazer on a hanger in the closet and Kento loosens his tie, willing himself to walk towards the kitchen instead of following you. "Just wish I didn't have to spend my time with that unsufferable freak for any longer than 2 minutes. Or 2 hours, for that fact." Nanami rolls his eyes as he recalls the memory of spending his time attempting to exercise a curse with Gojo.

"You mean Gojo? I haven't seen him in a while. How's he been?" You follow him into the kitchen and check on the chuck roast in the oven. Nanami scoffs. "Doesn't matter. I would rather not entertain the thought of him...at least not when I can talk about you." He waits for you to close the oven before softly smiling at you.

"How's your day been? Gone out somewhere? Did anything fun?"

Nanami allowed you to roam freely within the house without him having to watch you a year after kidnapping you. And it took a second year to get him to trust you to never leave the city, and do almost anything you want outside the house without his supervision. When you first were captured, you never ever asked him if you could leave. Because you knew eventually, if you played the long game, you could go back to living as normal as possible. Nanami wasn't.....a bad captor. He certainly was a horrible man deep down, but he never hurt you. Besides, you didn't have to do anything other than be his "wife". You didn't have a job and he always told you to use his card. So you had all of the time in the world to do whatever you pleased.

When you first left without his supervision, it was basically like he was there with the amount of times he called you and texted you to know where you were. You constantly sent him photos of the things you were getting, selfies of yourself, and calling multiple times to "make sure you were alright". He was at the front door already waiting for you when you came back. He was so relieved and was very proud of your behavior, which eventually led to him rewarding you when bedtime came.

You worked so hard to get to this point. And you would rather jump into a boiling pot of water than have your freedom that you worked so hard for taken away from you. The chains. The hand-feeding. The baths. You hated it all. He didn't even let you look at clocks for some reason. You only knew how long it had been since he kidnapped you when your birthday came around. And since then, the dynamic had finally formed into something you could work with.

A pang of pain once again struck you when he asked you that question. You forgot to take pain meds and internally cursed to yourself. You had to hide it from him.

"I went to that coffee shop that you recommended to me. And you were right, it was really nice. I loved their Chai Tea and chocolate chip muffins. We should go sometime." Kento held your hands and stared at you as you spoke. He could stare at you for hours and never get bored. You continued, "Then I went back home to do some cleaning. And when I finished, I realized that I wanted to make roast for dinner, so I left out again to go to the grocery store."

Kento nodded and lightly squeezed your hands. "So I got the groceries," Got shoved into an alleyway and was straddled by the biggest man you've ever seen. Your purse and groceries were knocked out of your hands onto the ground. The man smelled disgusting and his breath wasn't any better. He had a knife in his back pocket, you could see it. When you struggled to get off of him, he pulled it out, immediately going for your throat. You dodged and managed to sock him in his face, which threw him off. You shoved him off of you and scrambled to stand up. He crawled towards you, attempting to quickly get himself onto his feet, swiping the knife in your general direction. Of course, your luck was horrible. It managed to make some sort of gash on your lower stomach.

You gasp more in fear than in pain, making distance between you and your attacker. Neither of you were great at fighting, which made this whole thing so tough to get through. He growled, attempting to make his way towards you again. Your heel dug into his face as you kicked him and he yelped in pain, scrambling back. You took that time to gather your stuff, running out of the alleyway towards the direction of your house. You forced yourself to hide the wound and bought an entire first aid kit at a convenience store on the way back. You stumbled and took it to another dark alley way to deal with the wound yourself. You'd be damned if you were caught bleeding by Kento if he makes it home early. You downed a few pain killers, knowing it wouldn't be enough and opened the kit, grabbing the alcohol to clean the wound. The entire process was a blur, but you gritted your teeth through the stitches. Thank god for your suture training from that one high school internship.

".......and made it back home just in time to start dinner before you got back." A soft smile reached your face as you fiddled your toes together. Kento smiled back and nodded once more. "That sounds great honey. I can't wait to try it. Your cooking never disappoints me." He lets go of one of your hands and caresses your face, thumb slightly swiping under your eye. "You look tired, did you get enough sleep last night?" You leaned into his touch and nodded even though your stomach lurched in nausea. "Yeah." He muttered an 'okay' and kissed your forehead.

"I'm going to take a shower. And if there's anything else you need help with, come tell me." You nodded once more and watched him walk towards the bathroom. When he was out of your sight, you quickly finished up with dinner, taking the roast and vegetables out of the oven.

---------------------

It was around bedtime that Kento really started to feel the affects of his job wear him down. He almost seemed to be excited to go to sleep, immediately crawling under the covers when you curled up on your side of the bed. You sigh to attempt and calm your heart. You were only wearing your nightgown and underwear as usual. But you prayed to whoever was in the sky that Nanami wouldn't touch your bandages.

You hear him turn off the lamp before wrapping his big and warm protective arm around your stomach. He sighed into your neck, silently pecking the area and closing his eyes. He rubs your stomach, getting as close to you as possible to share your body warmth with his. "Goodnight, Ken." He lives for the nicknames you give him and hums in appreciation. "Goodnight, baby-" His eyes slowly open at the feeling of a lump on your lower stomach. Nothing is heard in the house besides his calm breaths, not even yours reaches the air.

Before he can say anything, you softly grab his hand and place it higher to where it was before, eyes still closed. Kento blinks and thinks to himself. "Baby?" You stay silent for a second to pretend you're going to sleep. "Hm?" You respond. He says nothing. But he does attempt to touch it again, to see if he was wrong. You don't let him bring his hand back down.

"What's that?" You caress his hand. "....what's what?" Kento scrunches his eyebrows at your behavior and uses more force to pull his hand down, you don't let him again. "Y/n." You purse your lips and open your eyes. You fucking hate him for even deciding to even touch you tonight. You weren't ready. You didn't know that man was going to hurt you. Why do you have to suffer for the things others have done to you?? A deep force settles in your stomach. You've never felt as anxious and fearful as you did right now.

Kento brings his hand down with no fight this time. He touches the bandages once more before sitting up and removing the covers. He lifts your night gown and sees the long bandage that crosses over your entire lower stomach. "What....?" He shakes his head and lightly brushes his fingers over the bandage before looking up at your face. You don't dare meet his eyes and attempt to control your breathing before you begin crying.

"Y/n, what the fuck is this??" You sit up and hang your legs over the edge of the bed and Kento immediately crawls over the blankets to sit next to you. "Y/n-" "No. Please." You choke out a sob and wipe a tear that falls down your face. Kento brings you into his arms, caressing your head as you cry into his neck. "Oh my god..." Kento mutters into the air as he considers all of the possibilities for why you're hurt. Did you do this to yourself? Fuck, he knew it wasn't safe to let you deal with knives. It looked like a very recent gash, so it must've happened today. It isn't bleeding through, which is good...

Did someone else do this to you? His muscles immediately tense at the thought and his heart drops as he looks down at you. He pulls you out of his embrace and and gently pulls your hands from your face. Your bloodshot eyes and damp face breaks his heart into a million pieces. But not like how seeing that gash did. He coos and wipes your face of the tears as much as he could. "Darling, you know I love you and would do anything to keep you safe, you know that right?"

You sob again and shake your head. "Please don't...I don't wanna-" He cuts you off and tightly grabs your hands. "No. Don't even. I would never force you do anything. I just want you to answer my questions, okay?" He gently grabs your face and stares into your eyes.

"Did somebody do this to you?"

You stay silent.

"..........yes." You whisper.

Kento's face contorts into one of frustration. "Who did this to you?" Your ears ring and you feel yourself get dizzy with nausea. Everything about this just made you think you would end up back at square one. You gulp down bile that threatens to crawl up your throat. "Some guy....that I....saw when I left the store."

"What did he look like?" You shake your head. "I couldn't see his face....he was really big and tall. Wearing all black. 'nd he had a knife. He hit me with it." Kento nodded and pulled you into his arms once more. "Thank you for telling me. Thank you for trusting me." He kisses your forehead and caresses your head. "Good girl. So good for me. Can I check it?" You slowly nod and he creates some space between the two of you to peel back the bandage. He hesitates, not wanting to see the damage. His heart lurches when he slowly peels it back, seeing the stitches that were done. They looked neat and cleaned. "Who did these?"

You look up at him when he puts the corner of the bandage back on your skin. "I did." He remembers that you took a class for medicine back in high school and nods in remembrance. "Okay. They look great. But I'm going to have to leave soon."

You know what that means and make no moves to stop him from getting up. He once again hugs you before kneeling on the ground to meet your eyes. "Next time this happens...please, please tell me. No more secrets. Remember what I said about secrets?" You nod and mess with the edge of your nightgown. "No more secrets.....I'm sorry." He softly smiles at you and wipes any stray hairs from your face. "It's alright, no need to apologize. I understand."

He presses a sweet and long kiss to your lips. Reveling in the soft plush of your lips on his. A lingering taste from your tears fall onto his tongue, but he doesn't care. He pulls back first, caressing your face. "Come on, let me tuck you in." You lean back into the soft blankets and mattress, Kento brings the blankets up to underneath your chin. He once again kisses your forehead and smiles sadly at you. "Goodnight, my love. Have sweet dreams. I will be back as soon as possible and will be here when you wake up." You nod and stare at his face. He seems to have newfound energy about him as he grabs some clothes from the closet, taking them with him into the bathroom to change.

[moni-logues]

30 Seconds

Pairing: Changbin x reader (afab)

Genre: smut/pwp, established relationship

Summary: Your boyfriend isn't exactly pleased when you wake him up so he can get you off, but you promise to be quick.

Word count: 1.2k

Content: masturbation (f.), fingering

A/N: if you can dream it, then you can do it!!!... or you can write it, at least lmaooo anyway Changbin has been giving me Problems recently, what can I say. unbeta'd, basically unedited.

You had got it down to a fine art: leaving after-work drinks at just the right moment. No longer sober but not yet drunk. Just a little warm, a little soft at the edges, a little bit giddy. And on your way home to Changbin, whom you had been thinking about all day.  

He had to have known what he was doing when he sent you that selfie from the gym. It was leg day. He hated leg day. You loved it. And there he was: thick thighs on display, the sweat between his pecs soaking through his T-shirt, hair sticking to him at the edges of his face. You loved sweaty, messy Changbin; you loved his feats of strength; you loved it when he showed off the results of all his efforts.

You just hoped he was still awake when you got home. 

It was a little later than you would usually return and the lights were all off when you opened the door. You sighed. He had gone to bed without you. He was asleep.  

You tiptoed into your bedroom and changed quietly in the dark; you moved to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth; you climbed carefully into bed, not wanting to wake him.  

Well, you did you want to wake him, actually. You really, really wanted him to wake up so he could make you feel good in the way that only he did. But you looked at his warm, curled up body, his soft curls over his forehead, his broad shoulders rounded as he held the duvet tight to his chest, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.  

He was dead asleep. He didn’t so much as grunt when you settled down beneath the covers. He was doing that tiny, quiet snore he sometimes did, that you somehow still found adorable rather than annoying.  

So you took matters into your own hands.  

You clamped your hands between your thighs for a moment, just to warm them up (your hands were always cold; his were always warm), then you slipped one under the waistband of your underwear, toying with yourself lightly, trying not to rush – because you always did when it was just you and you wanted to take your time for once. You ran your fingers across your lips, dipped just the tip into your core, stifling a laugh of surprise at how wet you were already. But it came easily when you had sluiced off the top of your inhibitions, when you’d sanded down the edges of your stress, when Changbin sent you selfies specifically designed to turn you on in the middle of a workday and you’d had to hold back for hours and hours and hours.  

You circled your clit, pressure light, and you could feel your patience wane as your pleasure grew. This would have been the point at which Changbin would’ve changed tack, would’ve neglected you a little, would have called you needy and laughed, looking at you with stars in his eyes. You didn’t do that.  

You chased it, the pressure and pleasure. You circled a little faster, pressing a little harder; you began to rock your hips against your hand as a wet heat rushed through you. You felt empty and moved your hand down, sliding two fingers straight into your slick cunt. 

It was your body. And you knew what you liked. You’d had enough practice (solo and otherwise) to know exactly how you liked it. The problem was that how you liked it was not solo. You couldn’t angle yourself in the right way, couldn’t get your short fingers to hit the right spot. On a different night, you might have sought mechanical help, but there was a sleeping boyfriend right next to you and you were trying not to disturb him.  

You were. You really, truly had decided not to bother him, not to wake him for this. It would’ve been selfish. He needed sleep. You didn’t need him to finish you off. 

Except for the fact that you did. You could feel frustration mounting because he was right there and he would do exactly what you wanted, would do it better than you could. And you wanted it so badly.  

“Binnie,” you called quietly.  

No response. 

“Binnie.” 

A grunt. 

“Are you awake?” 

“No.” 

You thought you heard him say it, anyway. It could have just been another grunt. It might have been an entirely coincidental sleep noise. You rolled onto your side and pressed your body against his back, laying a kiss on his neck. 

“Are you awake?” you whispered. 

“I’m sleeping,” came the mumbled reply, his face pushed into the pillow, his mouth barely moving, and his eyes closed. 

“I need your help.” 

“No.” 

He knew exactly what you wanted because he knew you and he knew that tone. You knew he knew.  

“Binniiiieee,” you whined. “Please. I don’t even want to have sex—” 

“Good. Night night.” 

You whined again and gave him a squeeze, pressing yourself tighter to him. 

“Just please-” you began, in an urgent whisper- “please finger me. I promise I’ll be quick. I really will. 30 seconds tops!” 

“Can’t you do it yourself?” 

His eyes were still closed but his words were clearer now, spoken to the room and not back into the pillow.  

“Not like you can. Please, Binnie, please.” 

There was a huff and, even in the gloom of your dark bedroom, you were sure you could see his lips twitch at the corners. 

“You’re so needy.” 

“Yes! I need you.” 

He didn’t reply that time, so you slunk away, flopping onto your back again with a defeated sigh. It had been cheeky of you to even as- 

Then Changbin rolled over, from one side to his other, and his hand slid smoothly across your stomach and down. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and you quietened the delighted squeal you wanted to make as his fingers found treasure and slipped through your soaked folds.  

He huffed again, the merest laugh, his lips stretched against your skin. 

“You are always so fucking wet, baby.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”  

He shook his head with a hum and lay another kiss on you as his fingers dived into your slick core. Immediately, in an instant, you could feel it: the groundswell of pleasure which promised intensity, a dizzy climax, a riptide which would land you, eventually, safely next to Changbin, sated and satisfied and sweet.  

He could hit the spot that you couldn’t. He could crook his fingers and make your toes curl while he ground the heel of his hand into your clit. He could get you off in thirty seconds. He could get you off in thirty seconds and you’d be grateful for it, pleased, pleasured. You could get yourself off in thirty seconds and then you often wondered if you should have bothered at all.  

You were on your tiptoes at the edge of it, body hot and alight and straining, when Changbin put his lips to your ear. 

“Time’s up, princess,” he whispered. “Come now or never.” 

With a shiver running down your spine, you chose now. Your back arched off the bed, your feet pulled up and heels dug into the mattress, your hands fisted the sheets, your eyes closed and your mouth opened in a silent gasp.  

Then you flopped, soft and heavy, back into the bed. Changbin removed his fingers and brought them to your mouth, where you accepted them graciously, licking your own arousal from them, sucking them clean.  

“Thank you,” you said when his hand had moved away, as he turned over, back to his other side.  

You shivered again in the absence of his warm body and turned towards him, wrapping an arm around his middle and moulding your body to his. 

“You’re welcome, baby,” he replied, already sounding close to sleep. “I’ll give you thirty seconds any time.” 

You smiled and kissed the back of his neck. 

“Just don’t ask me for a minute.”  

[2-lines-and-a-circle]

Getting hit by a water gun

Notes: A little kid was racing past you two, decided to shoot you both with their water gun. What is his reaction? 

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts: 

Informs the kid it’s not okay to hit people out of the blue like that. Of course, the kid dislikes getting yelled at and decides to shoot more water at Riddle. Before Riddle can catch them, the kid runs away to their next target. That’s when Riddle notices how soaked you are and uses his magic to dry you both off. 

“Shooting with water guns is not appropriate when you’re attacking strangers. If you want to have fun you must follow the rules of the game, I’m su- *water flies into his face* Heh~ You’ve got quite the nerve kid.” 

Ace Trappola: 

Has a quick flashback to when he used to be that kind of kid and probably still is. Gets an idea and runs into the nearest shop to have his own water gun fight. Calls up the rest of the first years to participate. Losers have to buy everyone a meal at their favorite restaurant. Never drys you off, tells you that the sun will dry if off for you. 

“I’m pretty confident I’ll be sitting in the winner's seat tonight! Hey! Why are you aiming your gun at me like that?!" 

Deuce Spade: 

Thinks it’s Ace at first then notices it was just a little kid. Doesn’t think much of it afterwards but sees how wet the two of you are. Informs you that running will dry you off faster since he heard a rule about it from Riddle a few days ago. The two of you start running along the beach like two idiots instead of two models. 

“Isn’t it nice to run together like this?... Where did you go? *turns his head* _____! Over here!” 

Cater Diamond: 

Checks to see if his phone got splashed before himself, then takes a selfie with you to commemorate such an occasion. You stare in awe as you’ve never seen his hair down before. Cater says the two of you should leave your hair styled like this for the rest of the day. 

“Whatcha think? Leaving our hair like this gives off a totally different vibe than normal.” 

Trey Clover: 

Checks to make sure the two of you aren’t super soaked, much to his dismay both of your clothes are dripping wet. Looks around to spot a nearby store, rushes in to purchase a towel, but just one towel. He’s so busy drying you off that he forgets about his own clothes. 

“My shirt? Don’t worry I’ll try myself off once I’m done getting you all dry.” 

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar: 

Hates getting wet so he’s pretty irritated from getting shot by a water gun. You’re staring pretty intensely at Leona as he looks refreshing as you’ve never seen this side to him before. Asks you to dry him off which is when he notices how you’re both soaked, the two of you decide to walk in the sun to dry yourself. 

“Y’know a way to clean this mess up? … walk around in the sun you say *sigh* let’s find a place to nap then” 

Ruggie Bucchi: 

Doesn’t really mind getting wet as he kind of expected it as he saw the group of kids from earlier. Says that it’s going to be fine and the two of you walk off to the nearest food stall. Due to his reaction the kids came back resulting in a playful reaction from Ruggie as he over exaggerated getting shot from them. Overall reminding him of the kids back from his hometown. 

“Ouch! _____, help me I’m drowning from their attacks! Woah why are you the one taking charge now.” 

Jack Howl: 

Dodges before the water could even touch him, but results in all of the water landing on you instead. Tries to think of the fastest way to get you dried off as possible, fails in response. Eventually you use your own magic to dry off and you use your magic to make a small gust of wind in Jack’s face. 

“Tch, I almost got water on me if I hadn’t moved…? My bad, it seems like all of the water went to you instead.” 

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

Thanks to the kid blurring his vision you get the chance to see Azul without any glasses on. You forget about the sticky feeling of wet clothes as you watch Azul clean off his glasses. Once he finishes Azul makes a point that you two need to dry yourself off, so you leave for the NRC. 

“Staying like this is rather unpleasant, who would have thought wet clothes would feel this way. ____, let’s go back to NRC together. I can’t have you staying in those clothes either.” 

Jade Leech: 

Is quite intrigued by the act of shooting water in such a motion, chases down the kid to ask them more questions. As you leave to catch up with Jade you notice how he hasn’t turned into an eel. Curious you ask Jade how and when he turns into one. 

“Curious now, are we? I’ll be glad to show you if you’ll join me in a game of water guns.” 

Floyd Leech:

Also chases down the kid, he too would like to know more about the game unknown to him. Since you were both already wet you two played a few rounds, it was mainly Floyd shooting you though. The only times you managed to get him was when you hid somewhere. 

“__________ !!! Where are ya! If you come out now, I promise I’ll shoot you only once!” 

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim: 

Looks like a refreshing sea otter. Jamil pops up to help clean up Kalim as he’s drying him off with a handkerchief and some wind magic. Then, Jamil helps you to dry off in no time. At the end of the cleaning, Kalim suggests you three to play a game with the other second years as well. 

“I can’t wait to play with everyone else, right _____! Hmm, Jamil did you say something?” 

Jamil Viper:

After cleaning up Kalim from the mess earlier he’s now roped into a game of water guns. The rest of the second years join in, but Jamil is constantly surrounded by Floyd and you who have teamed up. The same kid from earlier shoots Jamil in the face again, leaving him to be the first one out. 

“Somehow, I feel a sense of deja vu from the unexpected outcome… it’s time to prepare towels for Kalim now.” 

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

After getting shot Vil checks on himself using a compact mirror, while you anxiously dry him off. Due to the use of your wind magic the two of you now have crazy hair which is all knotted up. Vil isn’t too pleased, but he would much rather stay dry than be a soaking mess. 

“Tell me, does looking like this amuse you? Perhaps it does, you’ve been laughing for a while now.” 

Epel Felmeir:

After joining the rest of the first years in a game of water guns, it’s down to Epel and Jack. In the final battle Epel comes out to be the winner, but in that moment a kid comes out to attack Epel. 

“Ugh! Who shot me! Was it you ___________? I’ll get you, just you wait.” 

Rook Hunt: 

Before the kid can shoot him, Rook closes in on the kid to inform them to not shoot people. Right after Rook has a thorough talk with the kid, he asks you to join in on a game of water guns. Before you can answer he shoots you with one he had hidden away from you. From there the two of you engage in a heated battle. 

“Let’s begin the chase now! I'll be sure to hunt you down beautifully." 

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud: 

Idia’s hair didn’t go out, much to your disappointment. Searching for some way to dry off Idia you were shocked to notice a new spark in him. He was in deep thought about something and before you could notice he walked off. Following Idia, it seemed he had a newfound idea on making a water gun for himself. 

“... What were you expecting to see? Y-you thought my hair was a blue flame this whole time?!”

Ortho Shroud:

Seeing the kid before they could reach you both, you quickly pushed Ortho out of the way. Of course, you ended up being the one soaked in water, thankfully Ortho managed to dry you off. However, he was quite curious about water gun fights, Ortho proceeded to ask if you would engage in one with him.

“Ahaha, you look like a huge mess, but are water guns really that much fun?” 

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

Intrigued by the confidence of the little kid who shot the two of you he chases down the kid to ask to join the game. Much to his disappointment the kid had already been chased down by the twins. Seeing this you propose to play a game together instead, you also invite the fellow third year students who by a miracle say yes. 

“Child of man, if I win against the others will you enjoy a sweet victory with me?” 

Lilia Vanrouge: 

Lilia lets himself get shot by the kid and, similar to Ruggie, entertains the kid who shot him. Joins the kids for a light game of water guns before getting invited to join the third years for a game on their own. Totally owns them and destroys everyone. 

“Oh, dear. Is that all you’ve got to defeat me? I guess that victory dessert is far away from you now.” 

Sebek Zigvot:

Goes off on the kid, but he misses his chance as he takes one good look at you who is also wet. Decides to take off first so the two of you go off to buy some towels to dry off. Inside the store you pick up some ice cream and enjoy some as you walk back to the dorms. 

“Hmm… you didn’t think you would see this side of me. What do you mean? Huh! You think I look like a little kid eating ice cream like this!”

Silver:

Protects you from the water and is dripping wet now. You notice how princely he looks, and he smiles at you saying he’s happy you think that way. Silver’s just happy knowing he protected you from getting soaked by the water. Seeing Silver is already wet, he gets invited by Kalim to join the second years to play with water guns. The two of you happily join the rest. 

“Don’t worry about me, a little water won’t bother me. Huh? You think I’m dripping with good looks. Saying stuff like that… that’s quite a compliment.”