#even if you just want to scream at us and tell us what we did wrong please do. we've been wondering

[reavesluv]

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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x influencer fem!reader.

Summary: You and Paige are big figures in the internet, Paige just came out to the world as a lesbian and you've always been open about your sexuality. So your managers got a plan.

Fake dating + she plays hard to get

Part 1.

Part 2. “Moving to Dallas.”

notes: Im sorry if this is so bad i honestly have writers block right now 😔

You never thought a fake relationship could change your life in so many ways as it did now that you’re with Paige.

Honestly, Paige wasn’t so bad at all. You two shared a lot of time together while pretending to be lovers, it was actually fun.

Going together to a mall, date nights, park walks with your little Pomeranian called “Cherry.” – Which Paige loves, by the way.

“Cherry! Come here!” You screamed, running behind your dog.

“Y/N, is a damn park. She’s not gonna leave!” Paige screamed watching you run around.

“I don’t care, what if someone steals her?” You screamed back.

“Oh gosh.” She thought. “What did i do to get involved with this girl?”

Paige started running your way to make you stop chasing Cherry.

She was faster than you, obviously. So it wasn’t long until you felt her arms wrapped around your waist making you stop.

You were a little sweaty, trying to calm your breath. But she hugged you anyway.

“I promise you, she’s not gonna leave.” Paige said, wiping away your sweat with her hand.

“Fine.” You pouted. “But if she leaves, i’ll leave you.”

She laughed, amused at what you said. “Oh, you wouldn’t.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, no. But anyway you’re gonna have to find her.”

She chuckled. “Okay, love.”

Oh, love.

Paige had no idea how much you actually cared about her, and she just loved to make all the “pretending” stuff so difficult for you.

“Come here and sit with me, we’ll take some pictures while Cherry plays around.” She adds.

“Okay, sure.” You answer, smiling at her like an idiot.

Being with Paige became more than just a “fake relationship.” But, you were not sure if it was only you, or if she felt the same way.

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Now you were packing your things, your life, inside three suitcases to move to Dallas, literally the other fucking side of the country.

Draft night was pretty fun, Paige being number one overall pick was amazing, you couldn’t deny that you were really proud of her.

“Congrats, Paige.” You say. Standing up from the table you both were to give her a hug.

“Thanks, pretty.” She answered.

“You’re just teasing me.” You chuckled.

She got closer to your ear so no cameras could record what she was saying.

“Maybe, but is not difficult to pretend i’m not, right?” She said. And after that, she left the table to grab her Wings jersey.

It killed you the fact that Paige loved to pretend. Because that was what she was doing, just pretending.

The after party was worse, everyone blackout drunk, messing around other people. And Paige was definitely one of them.

“Fuck Y/N, you look insanely gorgeous tonight.” She says, getting closer to you. She smelled so much like alcohol you could tell she was not in her five senses.

“Thank you Paige, but you’re too drunk to think.”

“Am i? Naaaahh.” She took another sip of her drink. “Bet you love pretending to be with me.”

“What?” You asked, curious.

“Yeah, don’t lie to me Y/N. I know you love to walk around while everyone thinks i fuck you.”

“Is not like that, Paige.”

“Isn’t it?” She said wrapping an arm around your waist. “Because we could stop pretending and you should let me fuck you.”

Your heart started beating so fast, you didn’t know what to say or do.

“Paige–” You took a deep breath. “I’m taking you home.”

She smirked. “Oh really, now?”

“Yeah, but is not like that. You’re too drunk, and you’re not even gonna remember this tomorrow.”

“Come on, baby. You know you want to.”

Fuck, it was really so difficult for you.

“Whatever Paige, but not tonight.” You ended.

She pouted at you. “Can i at least get a kiss? So the cameras can have a little pic of us going around, y’know.”

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it would explode. “Ye–ah.?” You tried to answer.

And that was it.

She kissed you. Like she loved you.

And you knew she didn’t.

Next morning, she didn’t remember. Neither of you saw pictures.

So she never knew she kissed you.

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“Do i really have to?” You ask Lena.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But yes, if you wanna keep up with all of this, you need to move in with her.”

“I didn’t expect you would tell me to move in when she got drafted!”

“Well it was obvious, wasn’t it?”

“No.”

Paige was already in Dallas, waiting for you.

You had to text her to tell her the new plan your managers came up with, she didn’t seem bothered by it.

Paige, i have to move in with you, did you hear?

Yeah, Louis told me

You okay with that?

Yeah, i guess we can work it out

Okay, i’ll be on the first plane to dallas tomorrow morning

Alright, i’ll see you then

You weren’t ready, like, why would you be ready to move in with someone you’re not even dating, and worse, in the other side of the country?

The plane landed on dallas. You were not a texas type of girl, so everything was going to change.

Some of the stuff and furniture you had to bring with you from LA was in another plane, so you had to wait for it.

Paige, i’m in texas!

That’s good Y/N, i’m heading to the airport right now

Okay, thank you

see you there, love

Your eyes brightened when you saw her. In a slick back ponytail, nike dunks and baggy jeans.

“Heeey.” You said.

“Hey, welcome to our new city.” She answered.

You chuckled and hugged her softly. “Is it good in here?”

“Yeah.” She smiled. “Just a bit hot, though.” she laughed.

You both chuckled. Paige noticed you had a worried look on your face, so she held your hand softly.

“We’ll make this work Y/N. We complement each other.”

“Yeah, i know.” You sighed. “I just really miss California.”

She chuckled. “Hey, but at least you have me.”

You chuckled back. “You’re right. I’m here, but with you.”

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finally part 2, i’m so sorry, im a lazy writer 🤓

tags! @niya500

[x0cup1dluv]

Silent Tears

Warnings: angst, smut, makeup sex, yearning, sad Yoongi, yoongi on stage, sad sex, missionary, sweet sex, break up couple, reunion, etc…

Idol!yoongi x reader

Summary: When you were watching your ex boyfriend’s performance on stage you notice him crying over a song that he wrote about you.

Normally when Yoongi performs on stage you don’t really pay attention anymore. You used to be at every concert waiting backstage or in the crowd. You both would always leave together to go home. But not anymore.

You and Yoongi dated for 3 years, but you guys broke up over some…differences. He was always in his studio and you felt lonely because he never came home unless it was almost 2:00 am.

You broke up with him even though you still loved him. You didn’t mean to be the ‘bad guy’ or anything, you just wanted to have someone to cuddle with, turn to when your down, and just have someone in your presence. Yoongi couldn’t give you that.

Had Yoongi moved on? No. He was very heartbroken when you broke up with him. When he saw you packing all your little things scattered around his apartment he couldn’t even bare to look at you. Not because he was angry, but because he knew if he did he wouldn’t be able to let you leave.

His face was red and swollen, he looked numb, to many thoughts behind those eyes that will probably never be said.

You were crying to but you couldn’t show him that, because you’d convince yourself to stay. Once you left you immediately went back to your apartment. It’s small, nothing compared to Yoongi’s apartment but it’ll do.

Yoongi has recently written a whole album about you. You can’t say you’re not surprised. He used to always play the guitar for you and you were in his studio at times helping him with making beats for his songs.

You both connected over music which is how you guys fell in love.

You of course listened to his album, you couldn’t resist. You just had to know what he was thinking. And it was sad. Every lyric in his album felt like a knife to your heart. You wish you could hold him and tell him everything’s okay, but you can’t.

It’s been 2 months since your break up. Yoongi is on tour and he’s doing pretty well. Or so you thought.

He went back to perform in Seoul another time, you saw that he was live-streaming his performance. So you thought you could watch it. Just to see…of course.

As your watching you see him bringing energy to the crowd, fans screaming, his rapping, it seemed like a good time. You were glad to see him be happy and lively.

It was going well until he brought out his piano to play a song off his new album.

He was singing the song so so good. You always knew he was an amazing singer. He was your favorite.

As he is playing the piano he starts tearing up. It was the song about you.

You’ve barely ever seen him cry. He always put up a wall that was hard to take down. He thought it made him weak. You’ve told him many times that it doesn’t make him less of a man to cry, and us humans must express our emotions or else we will feel stuck.

Eventually he was able to cry in your arms, it helped you two connect.

Watching him on the livestream, seeing tears fall from his eyes, it was all to much. You miss him to much. There isn’t a single day where you don’t think about him. For fucks sake you still love him. You miss him, you miss the way he kissed you, touched you, always looked out for you, made sure you were comfortable before he was, when he used to make dinner for you, when you two used to bathe together and your back would be against his chest. You missed it all.

You turned off the livestream and headed straight for his apartment. You looked through your purse for your key that he gave you.

You got onto the next train since he was on the other side of town.

As you made your way up you took deep breaths nervous on what he would think or say.

When you walked into his apartment you set your bag down. He was still performing so you thought you could wait for him.

You took your shoes off at the door and put them in a cubby. You quickly sat on the couch and put on the tv.

A couple hours later, it was now 2 am. You’re so tired but you forced yourself to stay awake.

You were sitting on the couch watching whatever drama was on until you heard the key slot move. You quickly got up to prepare for his reaction.

As he opened the door and looked up at you his eyes widened.

“Isla..? What are you doing here?”

You move closer to him

“Hi Yoongi.”

“I uhm..I saw your performance. You did really good.”

He puts his bag down and stay in the kitchen while your in the living room.

“Thank you.”

You walk over to the kitchen abruptly.

“I’m sorry Yoongi, I should’ve never cut things off. I should’ve communicated with you.”

You say running your hands through your hair.

“I fucked up, I know. I love you yoongi I always have and always will. I can’t stop thinking about you and I just want to be with you. I’m sorry for overreacting and I’m sorry for hurting you. I never will again.”

Yoongi walked over to you and gives you a hug. You wrap your arms around his neck as your sniffling with tears brimming your eyes.

Yoongi pulls back so he can kiss you on the lips. It’s not in a lustful way. It’s more apologetic. It’s slow and passionate, like yearning almost.

You immediately kiss him back. Fuck you missed this. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist as he leads himself to his room. Or “your” guys room.

He gently lays you down not breaking away from the kiss. Tears are still falling from his and yours cheeks. It’s almost as if everything that has been unsaid is being said now, through the kiss.

he gets straight to the point by kissing your neck as his takes of your sweats and skirts till your only in your bra and panties.

As he lays on top of you still making out, you unbutton his top and unzip his flyer.

You caress his pale and toned torse. Your hands making there way to his long black hair.

He takes your panties off and slips a finger in. You gasp at the sudden feeling in your stomach. You haven’t been pleasured like this since you left. Yes, you’ve tried to touch yourself but you couldn’t replicate the way his fingers move.

He soon adds 2 fingers, still not breaking away from the kiss. The room is dim, the only thing lighting it is the city and the fairy lights you put up along the bathroom door. He never took them down.

He pulls out his fingers and he sucks on them before he puts them in your mouth to suck.

He then starts to kiss you as he pulls down his boxer’s an hit’s your bare pussy a couple times before entering you slowly.

You both gasp as he groans. Your hands cupping his face as you mouth falls open. He starts moving slowly, each thrust is passionate and deep. You both look down at the action while you’re still whimpering and he’s still groaning.

You start to feel tears swell up, you don’t know why. It’s almost as if all your emotions are happening at once. You shed a tear and he looks down at you, his eyebrows furrow. “Yoongi I’m sorry.” You say sniffling. He doesn’t stop thrusting and you feel a knot in your stomach. “It’s okay y/n I forgive you.” He says grunting. “No Yoongi, I’m sorry, I fucked up.” You whimper and gasp in-between the words.

“Y/n we can talk about this later.” He says as you sniffle trying to hold your tears back. He brings his lips back to your to kiss you again.

You feel the knot in your stomach growing. Yoongi is still in between your legs, holding one leg up to your chest. You grip onto his shoulders as you go through your release.

Yoongi doesn’t stop and he picks up his pace, which normally means he is about to have his release.

Yoongi groans as he releases onto your stomach. He gets up and gets a towel to wipe off your stomach. You lay there on his bed crossing your legs.

Yoongi lays down beside you and spoons you. His face in your neck.

“Y/n I promise to pay more attention to our relationship…if we start over.”

“We can start over Yoongi. I’m sorry for giving up on us, I shouldn’t have.”

“It’s okay Y/n.”

You turn over to face him.

“I love you, Yoongi.”

“I love you to.”

He kisses your forehead.

You both fall asleep a couple minutes later, in each others embrace.

[littleemissperfecttt]

Forbidden Love

About the story: What if Gojo Satoru had a sister who he adored a lot? What if that sister of his started dating his best friend behind his back? What will happen if he finds out about it in a not so nice way?

Warning: smut, p in v, role playing (kinda), reader gets tied up

Masterlist

It was forbidden you knew it yet you craved for more. His touch was like an addiction, an addiction you were ready to drown in. His touch was possessive as he groped around your body making you whimper for more.

“Shhh you don’t want him to hear do you?” he whispered in your ear making you bite your lips and bury your face in his neck

"You told me he went out" you gasped as his hips met yours

You gazed up at him his hair slick with sweat as it sticks to his forehead. You missed this view a lot the main reason you came to visit

If course you missed your brother but you missed Suguru and your activities more. Sexting didn't work well for the both of you. You could get yourself an orgasm even after using the many toys you ordered

"He did go out to finish his mission" he grunted as he started going faster making you scream

Your hands were tied to the beds headboard you couldn't touch him even if you so dearly wanted to

"Sugu" you cried out "Wanna touch you so bad"

He smirked as he bent down and took your nipple in his mouth, his hand holding you with a bruising grip

"Well babygirl who told you to be so naughty huh!?" He demanded as he smacked your ass making you cry out as you gripped onto the rope clawing it "w-who told you to send me a picture of you in that maid outfit" he groped your breasts harshly his hips slowing slightly making you whine

"Please Sugu" you pleaded as your eyes got teary from not getting to release

"Aww don't cry babygirl I will give you what you want-" he wasn't able to do anything as the door slammed open

You gasped as you desperately tried to cover yourself fortunately for you Suguru's body covered yours so the intruder couldn't see you

You peeked a little to see who it was to your misfortune it was none other than your brother standing his blindfold down as he glared at Suguru

"Satoru..." Suguru began speaking as Satoru cut him off

"Living room now! Get dressed immediately" he said and turned around walking away

Your breath hitched as Suguru pulled out of you and started untying you

"Sugu..." You bit your lips as you sat up to get dressed

"He will understand don't worry" he kissed your forehead before starting to get dressed

-

Now you and Suguru are sitting infront of Satoru

The air in the room is so thick with tension that you could cut it with a knife

"Toru.." you started but your brother held his hand up

"You speak" he pointed at Suguru "How long has this been going on?" He asked his gaze fixed on Suguru

"A few months" Suguru said as he gripped your hand tightly

"And you didn't have the decency to tell me? Or is it just sex for you and she has her feelings all over the place?" Satoru asked glaring at your interwined hands

Suguru took a deep breath "I love her... A lot" he said "I did want to tell you but your sister and I were so into each other that we forgot to let you know"

"Let me know huh!?" Satoru was getting angrier as Suguru spoke "my sister deserves so much more than what you could give her!"

"I know she does that's why I am trying to be the man she deserves" Suguru snapped back

"Stop it! Both of you!" You stood up and glared at them both"you guys are acting as though I am not in the room"

You faced your brother "Toru i know you are mad that we didn't tell you but stop treating me like a freaking child! I am 23 years old just two years younger than the both of you!"

"It's my job as your brother to keep you safe for fucks sake! I have been his best friend since we were teens and I know what he's like!" He yelled at you feeling frustrated with the situation

"He's changing for my sake! Toru i love him too and it's not just words this time I truly do like him" you said as your eyes got teary

"I love her too Satoru i know you have concerns about her well-being in the relationship but you don't have to worry i will treat her well" Suguru also stood up "if I do fuck up then i give you the permission to hollow purple me"

Your eyes widened with his declaration, you opened your mouth to speak but was cut off by Satoru's sigh "Fine..." He muttered "you hurt my sister in anyway I will torture you so bad that you will beg for me to kill you"

He stood up "I am going to go bleach my eyes and ears never do what you were doing here or anywhere i am near EVER again" he gave you a quick hug before walking out of the house

You collapsed on the couch feeling exhausted from the conversation as you covered your face with your hands

"So let's continue where we left off?" Suguru smirked

You picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him blushing with embarrassment as he laughed

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 13.3 - Payback's A Dragon

Akira doesn't know why he showed up at Cora's place. Their connection was like a scab he couldn't stop picking at.

"I didn’t want to talk about what the witches did," she fumes as soon as he walks through the door.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to have sex with you for nothing, so I guess we’re both shit out of luck.”

"Is that what this is about for you?" her voice climbs up an octave. "Sex?"

"No!" Akira narrows his eyes to a squint. "Sex is the thing I don't want to do with you. This is about how you lied to me. And also, how you apologized when I told you not to."

“What kind of psycho makes you dance until you twist your ankle just because you're nice enough to say you’re sorry?”

“Me!” Akira shouts, “How many times do I have to say it’s literally what I do?”

"Oh, come off it," she sneers. "Look me in the eye and tell me it’s not a choice."

"Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't know what happens when you apologize."

“You almost broke my ankle!”

“That dragon busted my fuckin' ribs!”

“You’re immortal, you asshole! Your ribs will heal!”

They eye each other angrily, panting after screaming so loudly. "Whatever," Akira grumbles as he shoves past her. He grabs a seat at the kitchen table and after a beat, Cora follows.

"So?" She slides into the chair across from him and places her palms flat on the table. "A truth for a truth?"

He forgot he taught her this custom. Early on, he was so guarded, but somewhere between sharing barley bales and complaining about their assignments from Jacques, he slipped.

"Technically, it is a choice," Akira admits. "But the only time a fae wouldn’t take the power offered to them is if it was someone they cared for, like family, or life partners, that kind of shit."

“And I don’t qualify.” 

"It’s not about you specifically," he says quickly, and then winces. Gods knew why he was trying to be nice. Hadn't he learned his lesson? "What I mean is, I don't have a large circle of creatures I trust. Most elves don't. We're too vulnerable. Every word is a potential hook."

“I know," Cora blows out a breath, sending the hair around her face fluttering. "I've actually never seen you completely relaxed. Not even after sex. And I knew what apologizing would do. I guess I was hoping you’d prove me wrong by treating me with kid gloves.”

Akira's mind immediately flashes to Alice and Vlad. Even completely drained, he can't imagine feeding from them. And he would certainly never scramble their minds or dig around in their heads.

“How long did you know you weren’t in love with me?”

He owes her honesty. "Always."

Cora is quiet at first. Then she lurches up from the table. “I didn’t want to tell you about the witches because I didn’t want you to see how pathetic I was.”

"You weren’t pathetic."

"Spare me."

Surprisingly, that is exactly what he is trying to do. "I'm not bullshitting you. Those tests were brutal."

“You thrive off brutality,” Cora argues.

“Yeah, but I am not a sim.”

“Well, I don’t want to be a sim either!” She swipes at her eyes before balling her hands into fists. "You weren’t the only reason I moved to Ravenwood. I thought maybe being closer to ley lines or magic would break something open in me. Then I could run home with powers and my mother would know she was wrong, and she'd want me."

Her loneliness resonates, and for a minute, Akira hates how he used it against her. "Your mother is a bitch and you don't need her. You can make a new family."

"Please," she scoffs. "We aren't fucking anymore. You don't have to pretend to think what she did was horrible. You weren't the first one to reject me because I wasn't enough, and you won't be the last."

"I should be. If you learn from this." As soon as the words leave his mouth, he knows it's the wrong thing to say. Cora turns away, her shoulders rigid. Akira scrambles out of his chair to follow her. "Cora, please—"

"Please what?" she bites out, her voice raw. "Learn? Learn what? Spellcasters who don’t show an affinity are put through increasing levels of stress to force their magic. But I didn’t have magic hiding. I didn’t have magic at all. Every test kicked my ass. I could have died and all I could think was that I was a failure."

“Don't say that about yourself,” Akira puts his hand on her shoulder. The only thing Cora lacked was magic in a way that spellcasters understood. "Seriously. Fuck me and anyone else who makes you feel like that."

“I don’t want a pep talk from you. My mom discarded me, yeah, but at least she didn't use me.”

The tips of his ears grow hot. If she only understood how desperate he was. "I was worried about my partners, so I acted without..." He can't say he acted without thinking because he did think, he just didn't care. "It was shitty, alright? I know that. But The Order of Enchantment is involved and you have to know something."

"Why would I know about them?" she scowls and instantly, Akira knows it's a lie.

"Cora."

"Are you insane?" She pulls back to glare at him. "Holy fucking Watcher, you are self-absorbed. Are you not hearing me? We. Are. Not. Friends. I’m not gonna sit here and help you solve your personal issues. Those days are done."

On that, they agreed. Akira is already more than halfway to the door when she hisses she wants him to get out.

"The fae can't lie, but they can definitely make you feel like shit. I hope your life partners or fated mates or whatever you call them never have to learn that."

Akira doesn't bother with an answer. He hustles down the creaking steps, ignoring the pain that reverberates through his body with every move.

Cora reprimanding him for lying was pretty rich. And she was wrong, anyway. The fae couldn't lie, which wasn't the same as saying they didn't lie.

Under different circumstances, Akira would have let this go. Maybe she lied about The Order of Enchantment out of vanity rather than malice. But he had Vlad and Alice to take care of, and being so low on magic, he couldn't afford to let any secret fester.

The trip to his garden was long since he didn't waste even an ounce of glamour to teleport himself. The trip back was even worse, sitting on a on fucking train surrounded by all that iron.

It was worth it though, because he doesn't need magic to monitor Cora.

Sims knew so little about plants. 

About their strength.

Their power.

Their connections.

A message could pass from root to root as effortlessly as sending a text. 

Plants could watch and report, communicate, protect, even.

They were beautiful. And useful as hell. 

Yes, Akira was a liar. But Cora couldn’t imagine the depth of his devotion to his fate. The things he would do to keep them safe.

He would get what he needed. Burn the world if he had to, her included.

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(Part 4 of 4)

[nadia-raggles]

some witches get dolls so easily, it seems. traumatized and empty Shells flock to them to be changed into a thing that feels less wretched.

sometimes the transformation is grisly, graphic, with fluids all over the workshop and the stench of internal organs no longer needed. sometimes it's sublime, the doll-to-be drawn up into the air by an invisible string, golden light beaming from its fingertips, its eye sockets, its joints, as its skin transforms to porecelain and its organs harden and reshape themselves into clockwork.

sometimes a witch prefers to build a doll from scratch, to sew the cloth, or carve the wood, or sculpt the clay, and imbue that with life. wake it up somehow, or find some loose spirit that wants to possess it.

not to say that those processes are effortless or worthless, but these witches never seem to want for magic, or energy, or raw materials, and they can make a doll whenever they choose, or keep as many dolls as they like.

my sister tried to make a doll once. but the meek little Shell she worked her magic on turned into something strange. something wrong. it grew to three times its size, black ichor oozing from its joints, its limbs lengthening, going gray, its delicate hands turning into claws. it looked down at itself, then at Sis, screaming in anguish. the noise made her pass out. it went on to break out of the workshop, screaming, sweeping pedestrians out of its way, searching for a building to break itself against. it was the College that took it down. then they forbade Sis from ever making a doll again.

she wouldn't have been capable anyway. her magic shut itself off. she couldn't fly anymore, or light a fire with her wand, or bring back unwatered plants from the brink of death. i had to take care of that kind of stuff for both of us. the only way we knew she still had magic was that the fairies still gathered around her whenever we visited the forest, and she could still understand them.

that did little to cheer her. i understood she was suffering from pain i could hardly even imagine. i could see her withdrawing, becoming a shell of herself. it was inevitable, i thought, she'd need sometime to turn her into a doll at some point. she'd want it to be me.

it's weird talking about all of this dollmaking stuff. some of us guy witches just have an uncomfortable relationship with it. of course guy witches can have dolls and many do. it's just for me, the combination of being raised as a girl, and showing magical aptitude, made everyone kind of take it for granted that i would love dolls. i got dolls every year for my birthday, empty forms for me to enchant, and my relatives would ask after them. how were they doing? could any of them walk or talk yet? they were trying to be supportive. it really freaked me out. i did enchant a few, found some friends to foist them off on, felt guilty as all hell. just couldn't deal with their little empty eyes following me around the room.

weirdly, that stopped when my facial hair came in. most of my relatives stopped talking to me too, which is why my new family is the other witches. anyway, i've worked with a few dolls since then, when their witches were busy and needed someone to look after them. dollsitting. but i've never made or owned a doll and i've never had any desire to. i really wrestled with if i would be able to do that for Sis, if she wanted. if i could make her my doll. if i could, then i'd have a doll and lose her, in a way. or at least our relationship would change, permanently. would she still be Sis? if i couldn't, she'd have to find another witch, and I'd lose her to them.

when she was finally ready to tell me what was on her mind i tried to change the subject before i realized she was looking less Empty than i was used to. "no, Bro, I don't want you to make me into a doll," she said. "i want you to help me make a doll."

she thought, if we held hands, i could channel her inaccessible magic, into a form, or a Shell, and if the doll went wrong, if the same thing happened as before--she could count on me to stop it--kill the abomination before it got out of control and went on a tirade and got itself killed by the College. the fairies had given her this idea.

"so all of this time you've wanted a doll of your own. we could adopt one, you know. there are many dolls without witches. i know a few."

"i've thought about that. it's not the same. i need to make a doll, with my own magic. i need it to be mine. can't you understand?"

i tried to. "but you know I've never wanted to make dolls. making a doll with you would be... and everyone would think i made it, that it was mine, and i'd have to go along with it."

"yes. but i need this, and you're the only one i want to do it with. you're the one who has stuck by me all these years, when the other witches wanted to shut me out. if you can't do it, i understand, i'll just have to figure out...something else." something i'd like even less.

"but if something goes wrong, if the doll becomes a monster, i'm supposed to help you kill it? that's like... i'm just a guy..."

"i know it's a lot," she said, the empty look returning to her, "and you're scared. don't be scared. you don't have to do it. i'll figure out something else."

i was more scared of losing her. i told her i would think about it. please let me think about it.

she said she didn't want it anymore.

[daisywords]

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[girl-drink-drunk]

some days i stare at the wall and i don't even feel anything from it

[humanityinahandbag]

I'd like to tell you all a story about my grandmother.

My grandparents raised their children, four girls (one of them my mother), to be fighters. My aunts marched in Washington for women's rights with babies strapped to their chests and like to joke that all of the grandchildren who came from that line (including myself) were born with picket signs in their hands.

But it started with my grandparents. They fought hard for what they believed in. They marched against Vietnam. They marched for Martin Luther King. They marched for women's rights. They marched for a better future.

But let's talk specifically about my grandmother for a moment.

My grandmother unfortunately passed away in 2016. She had to watch the first Trump election and did so knowing that it would probably be the last election she'd ever see. And there is some argument there that she could have given in to fear and defeatism. She could have decided none of it was worth it, and she could have decided that fascism had won and the world was over.

But she did something else instead.

To give some context, my grandparents had friends who were Republicans. I say were, because they shifted from the normal Republican towards the MAGA Republican we see today. And despite a very clear message from my family about how we felt, they were more than ready to still come to the funeral as if everything was normal. Like their beliefs were normal. Like they were welcome to celebrate someone who had fought so hard for the rights of other people.

These were people who would have absolutely used their rhetoric to scream and shout if they were left out or disinvited.

And so my grandmother, even past her final moments, pulled the most brilliant, petty move I've ever seen.

She'd decided ahead of time that everyone who had known her was more than welcome to attend but that she wanted everyone attending the funeral to donate money. That was the requirement to be invited. And so everyone did just that. There was no talk about what the donations were for, just that they were appreciated. I want to say that the assumption was the money would help pay for funeral expenses and give the family some support while we grieved.

Except that wasn't the case.

Because in those final moments of the funeral, the rabbi stepped forward to thank everyone, and then very cheerfully announced;

"Arlene was so happy to know just how many people were coming to join us here today. She couldn't have been more proud of her family. And I'm sure she would have been elated to see just how much money you all gave today to Planned Parenthood."

When I say that the faces of those people are enshrined in my memory, I mean it. The anger, the devastation, the rage, the betrayal. It was an absolutely gorgeous display of true defeat at the hands of a boss ass old lady who literally fought with her last breath and threw up both middle fingers all the way out the door.

What I'm saying is this.

It is very easy to feel defeated. It is very easy to think that everything is over, and there's nothing left for us to do. It's very easy to say that fascism won, that fear won, that hate won.

But that's only true if you let it be true.

There is always more that we can do. There is a future that is still worth fighting for. And it's more than possible, even when it doesn't seem like it.

And fighting is going to look different every time.

Some days it will look like picket signs in our hands.

Some days it will look like spending time with friends and family and people you love and knowing that you have a community that supports you and your vision of a brighter future.

And some days, it's pulling absolute natural level 20 petty trickster shit even after you've left the world.

Because you can always make an impact and you can always add a little brightness to life, and if that means tricking a group of MAGA idiots into throwing their money behind Planned Parenthood in the middle of your own goddamn funeral then that's what it means.

Keep fighting. People have done it before you. People will continue to do it after you.

And enjoy the little victories.

(Even the petty ones)

[sunni-stuff]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 This is part 4 Part 5

His question hit like a punch, and the pressure of it lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating. Armed Forces Day? Three years ago? A sharp jolt of recognition hit you, though the details of that night remained fuzzy. The memories were there, but they felt distant—like something you hadn't allowed yourself to fully remember after becoming a mother. 

You steadied yourself, trying to mask the unease rising in your chest. “What are you talking about?” you tried to sound steady but the tightening grip on your purse betrayed the rush of nerves running through you.

Simon shifted, his broad frame nearly eclipsing the dim light of the bar. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he seemed to wrestle in his own head, as though each word carried a burden too heavy to bear. “There was a night,” he began, his tone low and rough, every syllable deliberate. “Here. Three years ago. You were here. So was I.”

Your heart skipped, a wave of realization hitting with an almost physical force. The hazy recollections of that night flooded back, slowly accumulating together—laughter, drinks, an unexpected connection. Something that hadn’t felt planned but had burned far too bright to ignore.

The knot in your stomach twisted painfully, every part of you urging you to push it away, but the truth had already begun to sink in. “You’re…” The words stalled in your throat, heavy and lodged, the sentence unfinished as the reality stung like an accusation between you.

Simon exhaled sharply, part sigh, part laugh—but there was no humor in it. His gaze locked onto yours with unsettling intensity, and for a moment, it felt like he was waiting for you to break. “Yeah,” he replied simply, the word thick with certainty. “And she’s mine, isn’t she?”

A cold shiver ran down your spine, your body instinctively stiffening. The truth strung in the silence between you both, too glaring to avoid. Heart racing, every sense screamed to deny it, to distance yourself from this conversation before it spiraled out of control. But anything that could be said felt wrong, heavy on your tongue as you forced them out: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Simon’s eyes held yours, filled with something you hadn’t seen before—a desperation that cut through his usually composed demeanor. “Please,” he urged, the plea more potent. “Just tell me.”

How could this be happening? How could something so raw, so unspoken, suddenly spill into the air between the two of you? The weight of the moment anchored you, and for a moment, you couldn’t find a way to move past it. 

“She is,” you muttered at last, the confession slipping out like an unwanted secret. Fingers clenched tightly against the table’s edge, grounding yourself against the suffocating reality pressing in. “I never thought… never thought you'd come back into the picture.”

A brief silence stretched out before you spoke again, everything tumbling out in a rush. "I didn’t even know your name. All I recall was you kept making me." The admission hung in the air, lighter than it was, an attempt to lighten everything you didn’t want to say. 

The memory refused to stay buried. His face from that night, the intensity of his stare under the bar’s muted glow, how his presence seemed magnetic and overwhelming all at once—it all surfaced, unbidden. The connection had been undeniable, but that was your secret to carry. He didn’t need to know the details you still clung to.. 

“I don’t even know how it happened,” The sentence barely made it past your lips. “We used protection.” Doubt crept into your mind, unraveling the careful narrative you’d built for yourself. Did we? The past, fogged by alcohol and blurred moments, refused to come into focus.

Simon blinked, the blankness in his expression giving way to confusion, then disbelief. “Did we?” he asked with an edge of uncertainty. He was searching for answers neither of you seemed able to provide. Silence filled the space between you, heavy with unspoken questions.

"That parts a bit fuzzy," you admitted quietly, thoughts drifting away, the edges of the remembrance blurring with every passing second. “And clearly we didn't given our current situation.” 

Meeting his gaze, you knew this was the man from that fortunate night. Only different. More mature as if life hadn’t been kind to him. “All I know is… I woke up, and it was just me.” The recollection hung heavier than expected, twisting in your chest. "I never imagined I’d run into you again."

A heavy silence settled between the two of you, the gravity of everything left unsaid pressing down on the air. Neither of you knew how to move forward, or even if moving forward was possible.

“I knew she was mine,” Simon muttered, his hand clenching into a fist at his side. He looked like he was trying to hold something back, fighting against his own emotions threatening to break free.

You blinked in disbelief, the reality of his revelation settling in like ice in your veins. “You saw her?” The shock was evident. The idea that he had been so close—watching, perhaps even knowing—yet remained silent was almost too much to process.

Simon nodded, his gaze never meeting yours as he began. “Last month. When you were leaving the café with her. Johnny stopped you, and I was there.” He hesitated, swallowing hard as if the bulk of it all was pressing on him. “Johnny and the lads, they were the first to say they saw a little girl with my face. I was skeptical at first But then… then I saw the two of you together. And I saw it. Saw me in her. I had no idea she was even a possibility. Or that you were, for that matter."

Your breath hitched, a sharp sting rising in your chest. The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface, the hurt, and the confusion all collided in one sudden wave. “Why didn’t you say anything?” The question shot out before you could stop it, the accusation sharp and loaded with all the frustration. He had been so close. Watching. Why didn’t he speak up?

Simon paused, his gaze dropping to his hands, fingers flexing as if he were trying to grasp for something he couldn’t hold. The silence stretched long between you, the tension palpable, as if the room itself was holding its breath. He wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came. 

“I…” He started, staring at his hands as though they might hold the answer. “I’m not good with things like this, love.” He rubbed the back of his neck, having a hard time fully expressing how he felt but this moment needed authenticity. “I needed time to figure out if I could step into a life that was already doing fine without me. I was afraid of complicating things, of ruining something that was just fine without me."

You didn’t expect what he said to hit you so hard. The impact of his confession—that he had stayed away because he wasn’t sure if he was fit to be a part of your life, Adira’s life—settled deep within you, heavier than you could have imagined. You’d been fine, hadn’t you? Raising Adira, carving out a life on your own. But there's always been that lingering voice in the back of your mind, that small, quiet thought of “what if?” What if things had been different? What if he had been there from the start? Maybe you wouldn’t have had to quit those overpriced mommy-and-me classes because of those judgmental women who gossiped behind your back. Maybe things would’ve been easier.

“I wasn’t about to just waltz in, love,” Simon’s voice softened, more vulnerable now, like he was carefully weighing his thoughts. “I needed to know if you’d even want me here. You and her…” His gaze darkened for a moment, his voice trailing off as though unable to bear too much out in the open. “I wasn’t sure if I was the right person to step into something already so… perfect.”

In those words, there was something you hadn’t expected to hear from him: honesty. He was afraid. Afraid of being the one to ruin what you had built. Afraid of not being enough for you or for Adira.

“I guess I understand,” you said quietly. "I just wish you showed up sooner."

Simon didn’t answer right away. Something within him flickered with guilt, and for a moment, you both stood there in silence. He glanced down at his hands, fingers twitching like he wanted to reach out, but wasn’t sure if he had the right to.

"Can I meet her?" Simon asked nervously, a grown man fidgeting in his seat, the weight of his request sinking in.

"Now?" You chuckled, trying to brighten the moment. "It's late. I'm sure she's already asleep."

Simon’s gaze flickered with hesitation, but the desire was clear. He was barely holding it together, as if afraid that the chance to meet his daughter would slip away if he didn’t ask now. 

"I understand," he mumbles after a pause, almost to himself, but there was a longing there you couldn’t ignore. "I just…I need to see her. To know her. Even if just for a moment."

The magnitude of the situation pressed down on you again, this wasn’t something you had expected when you woke up this morning. You had no clue what to do with all of this, with him, with Adira’s future—your future. But still, you could hear his sincerity.

"Tomorrow," You decided. "We can meet up tomorrow, but it has to be on her terms. She's not exactly the warmest with new people."

Simon nodded, his expression a mix of relief and determination. "I can wait."

You gave him a small smile, a silent acknowledgment of the moment. There was still so much to figure out, but at least now, for the first time, there was a possibility. A chance to rebuild what had been lost. "Bring toys," you suggested sincerely, thinking about what would make her happy. "She likes trains. Doesn’t need to be anything cartoon-ish, just a proper train."

Simon blinked, a touch of confusion in his gaze. "She doesn't like dolls? Like most girls?" His tone had a hint of disbelief, as though he couldn’t quite picture a little girl who wasn’t into the typical, pink frilly things.

The thought of dolls made your stomach tighten, and you shook your head vehemently, as if to expel the very idea. "God, no," you replied, unease creeping into the conversation. "Please, don’t bring dolls. That’s the last thing I want." You shuddered as you spoke, recalling all the unnerving memories. "She gets all Sid from Toy Story with them."

Simon’s brow furrowed even deeper, clearly unsure. "What does that mean?"

You visibly grimaced, the image flashing vividly in your mind. "It means I wake up to doll heads scattered all over the place," you say, your voice low and serious. "And it's... creepy. Like she's planning something with them. It’s like waking up in a horror movie."

Simon chuckled at first, but as he saw the unflinching seriousness in your expression, his laughter quickly turned uncertain. His grin faded, and the unease that filled his eyes told you that he was realizing this wasn’t some joke. "You’re messing with me, right?"

Your stare at him, completely deadpan. "I wish I was."

For a moment, Simon just stared, taking in your unwavering expression. His lips parted, a nervous laugh escaping him as he absorbed warning. "Alright," he said slowly, now understanding your cautious warning. "No dolls. Trains. Got it."

You gave a relieved sigh, feeling the baggage lift off your shoulders. The tension hadn’t fully gone, but for now, at least the toy issue was settled. There were plenty of bigger things to confront later, but this? This was a small victory.

This one is a little shorter than the rest, simply because I want the meet up chapter to be really long for yall! :3

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[gomtangii]

oh my my my!

caleb x fem!reader wc: 1.027k (the nctzen in me is screaming) cw: minors and ageless dni, caleb is insane, cunnilingus, pet names (princess, pipsqeuak), caleb has endless stamina again, fat cock caleb, cock-drunk reader, mating press, slight breeding kink, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex lol, i did not mean to write this much actually, not edited!

TIME: 11:12 PM LOCATION: SKYHAVEN, CALEB'S APARTMENT: LIVING ROOM

...what did he say? all you did was confront caleb about why the two of you haven't had sex yet, but what did he just say?

"my... penis... is too big." he mutters shyly, a blush spread across his cheeks and ears paired with an expression you've never seen on his face before. you stare at him, mouth agape. you take a moment to to process what he said before stifling a laugh, making caleb frown even more.

"that's it?"

"i'm being serious! i don't want to hurt you."

you smile at him with a sigh, a bit relieved that was his answer. you place a kiss on his cheek that he grumpily accepts, pulling you close to him.

"sounds like you're just going to have to do a better job at prepping me then," you smirk, a hint of mirth in your voice. the look in his eye changes, arousal pooling in his irises.

"is that a challenge, pipsqueak?" he cocks an eyebrow, pulling you closer to him by the waist, "i'm just not sure if you can handle it."

"is that a challenge?" you glare at him, suddenly feeling yourself get competitive too. it's not like you were going to lose, right?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

TIME: 1:39 AM LOCATION: SKYHAVEN, CALEB'S APARTMENT: YOUR BEDROOM

you were, however, indeed losing.

you blink past the stars that caleb was making you see. it's been about 2 hours since he started eating you out, his licks and bites relentless. he gives one last harsh suck to your clit before pulling away, looking at the art he's created.

you're shaking, your pussy became puffy thanks to his ministrations, and there are countless bites and marks around your thighs.

"looks like you bit off more than you could chew, hm? princess?" he kisses your temple, caressing your hair and arms to calm you down from your nth orgasm.

"can... still take more..." you mumble, gripping onto his shirt, frustrated that he's still clothed while you were stripped naked. you feels his hands drag against your arms, your abdomen, before reaching just above your mound.

"you sure? we still got a bit more before you can actually fit me." he warns, his fingers dangerously close to your entrance. you nod, but he ignores it. "words, baby, need you to say it out loud for me."

"mm—" you moan, feeling his fingers graze your clit, "i... i can take it! just fuck me already!"

he plunges two fingers into you and you cum immediately, squirting onto his palm. his hands were big, you knew that, but they were reaching places you couldn't manage to touch yourself.

"fuck, you're so wet," he groans, sucking another mark onto your neck as he fucks his hand into you, "maybe i don't need to do this—maybe you can fit me like this."

he takes his fingers out and you whine, trying to pull him back in. he ignores you, using his other hand to hold both of your wrists above your head as he licks his essence off of his fingers, not wanting to waste a single drop.

he unbuckles his belt swiftly, letting his cock spring out, the tip angry and leaking with precum. it's drenched with its own cum because he couldn't hold back, your moans and whines were enough for him to climax without being touched—if only you knew the effect you had on him. he presses his cock against your entrance and you shudder at his size, suddenly unsure if you could really take it. you try to shy away, scooting your body away from him when he catches you, caging you in his arms as he pins you down.

"aw, don't tell me you're scared now?" he laughs, being uncharacteristically mean. he pushes the tip of his dick a bit further into you, slowly stretching you out with a groan.

"if you can't take it anymore, you just gotta say the word." you glare at him, yanking on his arm to pull his face closer to yours.

"i already said 'fuck me!'"

"as you wish," he smirks, "gotta give my girl what she wants, hm?"

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

TIME: 3:54 AM, YOU THINK. LOCATION: SKYHAVEN, YOU THINK. YOUR BEDROOM... YOU THINK.

you're on all fours, trying to get away from caleb as he pounds you mercilessly, his cum spilling out of your cunt and pooling onto the sheets. his cock is so, so big, you think you're cumming with every thrust, but you're not sure. you don't know how many times you've cum tonight, but you do know that he's made you pass out a few times.

"c-can't... can't..." you cry softly, the pleasure too much for your poor pussy to handle.

"say the word, then. then we'll be at 1 - 0." he taunts, "do you even remember the word, baby?"

you gulp down a sob, nodding while humming weakly as he slows down his thrusts to give you the chance to speak.

"i-i—" you stutter, your mind hazy with cock, "caleb—"

"my name isn't a safeword," he chuckles, "it's Linkon, okay?"

you nod and he smiles sweetly, kissing your forehead before tossing you onto your back, slowly pushing your thighs up and into a mating press.

"just a bit more," he kisses you again, starting up his thrusts once more, "just one more and then it'll be your win."

he resumes the pace he had before, the sound reverberating throughout the bedroom. it's almost animalistic, the marks and bites all over your body, the way your pussy can't even hold in his cum anymore—it's almost like he's trying to breed you, trying to make it stick. you cum weakly, squirting a bit as your eyes roll back. at this point, it's not just stars you're seeing, you can see the entire deepspace tunnel thanks to him. he feels the way your cunt convulses around him and he grunts, unable to stall any longer and he fills you up one last time. his cum floods your womb and spills out, only adding to the mess below you two.

"i guess it's 0 - 1 now. too bad i lost," he says with a smile.

oopsies... caleb u r my muse... also the safeword line has been all over my tl so i couldn't help but implement it! showed up at the perfect time :3

also i actually do not have any ideas on good safewords to use for the men... if yall wanna send some my way in my ask so i can use them in future fics !!!!!

[meenaxskz]

when the bed gave up on life (hyung line)

ot8 reactions | bf!skz x reader au genre: crack | light smut warnings: language | suggestive content a/n : (testing new posts layout, it will probably change again idk) i always try to not write cliché gym rat changbin... but it has jokes potential so yeah lol. ✧ hyung line | maknae line

bang chan

“C’mere” Chan growls flipping you onto your stomach. You gasp, already dizzy “Holy shit-okay-aggressive!” “I said I’d make you feel it” he grunts, pressing into you, “so shut up and-” CRRREAK. SNAP. Silence. You’re on the floor. The mattress is sideways. A piece of the frame bounced. Chan’s still inside you “…Did the bed just die?” you whisper, stunned. He’s frozen. Still holding your hips. “I-I think I just alpha’d the IKEA out of it.” You collapse face first into the blanket, wheezing. Chan pulls out gently like he’s scared touching you will trigger another collapse. “I’m so sorry,” he says, horrified. “Are you hurt??” You look up with tears in your eyes...from laughing “You fucked us into poverty” He starts pacing. Still naked “I JUST WANTED TO MAKE YOU SEE STARS” “You did! But the bed saw heaven!” --- Five minutes later, you’re both wrapped in the blanket on the floor, drinking water and staring at the broken frame like it’s a crime scene. Chan sighs. “That was expensive.” You snort. “tell me about it” He looks at you, grins. “You still wanna finish?” You raise a brow. “On what the rug?” He shrugs. “Bet it won’t break.”

lee know

You’re clinging to the headboard. He’s behind you, low growling, full feral mode, hips snapping. “Don’t even try to run” he pants. “You wanted this.” You gasp “Min- the bed’s creaking-” He grips your hips tighter. “So are you. Guess which one I care about more.” CRRREEAAAK. SNAP. THUD. You drop. Flat on the mattress, now tilted at a cursed 45 degrees. Minho flops on top of you like a sweaty, breathless. Silence. “…Did we just fall?” You’re wheezing into the sheet. “THE BED BROKE YOU PSYCHO.” He slowly lifts himself off you, glancing around checking the crime scene. Then calmly : “…It was probably loose before we started.” You sit up, wild-eyed. “I literally heard you say ‘I wanna break you tonight.’” “I meant emotionally. That bed just had bad build quality.” “...Minho, one of the legs is across the room.” He shrugs. “That’s not my fault. That’s gravity. And weak screws.” You glare at him, tangled in sheets and shame. He wipes sweat off his chest with a smug little annoying smirk. “You’re welcome by the way.” “For WHAT?!?” “For the experience. You’re glowing.” "Oh my god" --- Later, you lie together on the mattress, which is on the floor now, panting and sore. You mutter “we need a new bed.” He hums, already falling asleep “...and it better be able to handle me”

changbin

It starts innocent enough... LIES. Sweat is dripping, you’re moaning, he’s muttering things like “You’re so tight,” “I love this angle” and “This is why I do leg day" (??) The bed is screaming. You clutch the headboard “It’s creaking-” “I’M CREAKING TOO BABY STAY FOCUSED—” CREEAAACKK. SNAP. BOOM. The bed dies. You both collapse mid-thrust like the mattress got drop-kicked by karma. You gasp. “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!” Changbin is hovering above you, wide-eyed, hair sticking up like he got electrocuted “…Did I break the bed?” You stare. “Are you asking me while you’re still inside me?!” He slowly pulls out, rolls to the side, and looks around at the hurricane damage. One bed leg is completely gone. A bolt rolled under the dresser. He exhales. “That’s kinda hot though.” You blink. “You BROKE our BED Binnie!” “I told you I was strong” You smack his arm. “This isn’t CrossFit! This was my peaceful coochie session!” He giggles. --- He grabs his phone. “Wait. Wait. I need a pic. I gotta show the guys.” “DON’T YOU DARE” He grins. “I’m putting ‘broke the bed during sex’ on my gym progress tracker.”

hyunjin

You’re on top, breathless, hair sticking to your forehead, hands planted on his chest. Hyunjin’s gripping your thighs, eyes rolling back as you ride him. “Fuck-yes...just like that, baby...” CREAAKK. SNAP. THE WHOLE RIGHT SIDE DROPS. You scream as the mattress collapses, pitching sideways. Hyunjin yelps, legs flailing as you both go crashing down mid-thrust. A full thud echoes across the room. Silence. Then his voice : “…WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” You’re tangled in blankets, still half on top of him. “DID YOU JUST ASK ME LIKE I PLANNED THAT?!” He stares at you with wide, scandalized eyes. “YOU WERE ON TOP THIS IS YOUR FAULT.” You sit up, offended. “I was riding you into heaven and the bed flopped.” He throws a hand up dramatically. “EXACTLY I WAS LITERALLY JUST LYING THERE BEING SEXY AND SUPPORTIVE.” You glare “supportive?? You kept yelling FASTER like I was a fucking engine!” He rolls off the broken half of the bed and flops onto the floor like a naked fish “The bed wasn’t ready for that kind of passion. I wasn’t ready. My ass hit the wood slats” You cover your face. “I think I bruised my knee.” --- 10 minutes later, Hyunjin is sprawled across the mattress on the floor “we need a new bed. And... knees.” You open one eye “You still came though.” He chucks a pillow at you.

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You're Dead Everywhere But Here │Invincible Variants x Female! Reader x Original Invincible │#1

I don't know how to describe this lol

#1, #2

CW: Slight freakiness?

WC: 3,1k

"This is complete bullshit." You spat, gritting your teeth as you tugged at the tight metal collar that the assholes from the G.D.A had forcibly attached to you. It was blinking a green hue, and each time you went to go and grasp at it with the intention of ripping it apart, it would change to red, sending shockwaves of electricity that hurt like hell.

Putting your arms to your side, you raised a brow at the complete destruction that surrounded you. Blood splatter, broken buildings, and pieces of human remains that laid around only served to fuel your bad mood. Screams of civilians could be heard from the distance and instead of worry and concern flooding your senses, it was only annoyance.

You had been captured and locked away after another fight with Invincible—and you couldn't believe you had been a fool to have been caught off guard. That stupid superhero, Invincible, got into your head and messed with you.

Each time you thought back to the moment back in that cell, a bitter taste flooded your mouth, and you couldn't help but bite your tongue.

"There's no way you've always been like... this." His voice—God, every time he would confront you he'd use this aggravating soft tone as if he was talking to a scared cat—called out to you, trying to reason with you.

"The fuck you know about that, pretty boy?" You scoffed, "How many times are you going to give me these pep talks? This is a fight, not a book club."

"How ever long it takes. You don't hurt people."

"Tell that to the people I sent to the hospital."

"Fine—I misspoke—you don't kill people. Even then, you're different from the other villains." He stepped towards you, pushing past the debris that you caused. "It's not too late to turn a new leaf. Change your ways."

"What makes you so confident in that, hm? Did you take one psychology course and suddenly you know exactly what I'm thinking?" You cackled, an amused smile gracing your lips.

"Maybe." He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. "But we've fought long enough for me to know that you pull your punches. You drag out the fight just a few minutes more..." Invincible hesitated, something at the edge of his tongue that he wanted to say.

He cleared his throat, changing his mind. "... and I think you do that 'cause you like the company I give you. And I like giving it to you."

Your breath hitched, a small squeal itching at the back of your throat as you took a step back. What on Earth was he saying? "The fuck you getting at?" You snarled, but the stutter of your words were as clear as day. "I'm going to kill you for this sappy shit your saying."

Invincible's lips quirked into a smug grin, tilting his head to the right just slightly. "I don't think you will. I also think we can be... good friends, you know."

... Friends? Is he delusional?

Invincible eyes flickered behind his goggles, and his shoulders stiffened as he saw an agent had snuck up behind you while he was talking to you--a gun in hand. "Wait, fuck, look out!" He screamed.

You immediately tense, turning on your heel to see what was behind you. Though it was too late, the gun set off and a painful electric bolt stabbed into you. Your body immediately went limp, falling to the ground as you were being subjected to millions of bolts running through your body relentlessly.

"What the hell! I had all this under control, why did you do that?" You could hear Invincible's voice screech out, and a quick whoosh sound approached you. The superhero crouched next to you, cradling your head as he watched you spazz out uncontrollably.

This little shit is acting like he didn't plan this from the beginning. Caught you off guard with that fake friendship shit and have a goon take you out from behind? You should've fucking known.

"Fuck! Your going to be okay, I'm, I'm so sorry." He sounded so apologetic as he continued to cradle your head as if you were a delicate flower. Invincible then shifted his eyes to the G.D.A agent who had shot at you, glaring daggers. "How do I make this stop! Tell me!"

The pain and how tired your body quickly got overwhelmed you, your vision turning black as Invincibe's shouts faded into the distance.

You couldn't believe you fell for the—ugh—friendship talk. You should've known he was just saying that crap to distract you, but with that superhero it was confusing!

Every other super would immediately get straight to business, throwing punches or whatever special power they had when they came on scene and see the absolute destruction you caused. Putting the safety of civilians above 'talking it out.'

Yet with Invincible it was the opposite; he seemed more concerned about you than the wreckage and terror you spread.

Destroying downtown with a maniac laugh escaping your throat? He'd just sigh and shake his head, calling out to you as if he had just caught you in an embarrassing act.

Throwing a civilian in the air at full speed? Oh, Invincible will just catch the dude and go, "Come on, (Y/N)!" In a playful way as if you had gone a little too far with playing around.

"Weirdo." You shivered as you recalled his weird behavior. The next time you see him, you will for sure kill Invincible—or erm, the Invincible of this dimension? You've been dragged out of your cell and been briefed about some evil alternate Invincibles wreaking havoc all over the world. They needed every available resource they got out there to fend off the evil variants.

Well, at least you can practice the best way to kill your Invincible with the knock offs.

You jumped in the air, pushing yourself high so that you could see down below. Squinting, you scanned the area. The destruction stretched for miles, blaring cars and screams filled the air. You saw injured civilians using each other as support as they tried to run to safety.

You averted your gaze—all those governments assholes told you is to fight off variants, not save lives.

"No! Please! Aarrghh!" You heard a blood curling scream screech up ahead and you tilted your head in curiosity as you made your way towards it. Jumping off the destroyed structures like a frog jumping off lily pads.

Peering down, you saw a tall figure standing before a freshly dead body. The skull crushed and the brain spilled out slightly from the cracks. You raised a brow, an unimpressed look on your face as you observed the supposed variant.

He had no mask, his face was fully visible and the mohawk haircut out in full display. His suit was torn on the shoulder, dust sticking to the costume. He had a large shit eating grin on his face, a visible smile line accompanying it.

Is that what Invincible actually looks like without the mask? Huh, I guess he is actually a pretty boy.

Clicking your tongue, you put a hand on your hip as you watched Mohawk Invincible cackle to himself as he turned his head, his back facing you. A sly smirk creeps at the edge of your lips, your eyes dilating like a cat watching its prey unaware of what is behind them.

Without a second to hesitate, you leapt off the structure you were on, raising a fist. Clenching it tightly, you landed a solid hit on the upper part of his back—sending him flying to brick wall. "Score!" You whistled, his legs up the air as his head shoved into a patch of dirt.

Cracking your shoulder, you slowly began to approach Mohawk Invincible, "Those G.D.A suckers kept me in their basement for way too long, my body is all tense. Happy to be out, but sucks I got a shock collar on me." You hummed, talking to yourself as you used the back of your foot to leap from the floor—sending yourself flying to the variant.

"W—"

You sent a harsh kick, sending him flying once more. Though this time, Mohawk Invincible caught himself, digging his hand into the ground. Whipping his head up, he swatted at the dirt dust that accumulated in the air from his body being dragged.

A tight fist met his jaw, sending his head backwards. Clenching his teeth, he whirled his head back, extending his arms and harshly tackling the person who had just attacked him. The variant put his whole-body weight on you and he was quick to grip a hand on your neck, squeezing as his eyes darting to your face as he raised his free hand to beat the hell out whoever ambushed him.

His eyes were angry, but it quickly faded as the dust settled and he saw who was under him. His clenched fist softened, blinking as there was no doubt in his mind that he was staring at this world's (Y/N). You looked the same, your perfect hair sprawled and the color of your eyes he used to stare lovingly staring daggers at him

"Oh shit, (Y/N)?" The variant called out, the solid grip grasping on your neck loosening. Your eyebrows furrowed, a knot in your stomach twisting as the same exact tone the variant was using sounded exactly the same as your Invincible's.

"That's me." You hissed, watching as his gaze flickered to the collar that was on your neck. With him distracted, you took the opportunity to land a hit on Mohawk—his weight lifting. You rolled both of you over, and you connected your hands to his throat, pushing it down.

"How do you know that name?" You questioned. No one should know your real name.

"Fu—Fuck—(Y/N)," He choked out, staring up at you with something you couldn't recognize. Your Invincible always wore goggles so you never had to look into his eyes. You wondered if he had this look whenever he looked at you, and you grimaced as that made you uncomfortable.

The look wasn't hatred, anger, or fear. It was... some form of desperation. Not desperate to live, but desperate for something else. Or someone else.

"It's—It's you. Shit, it's—it's really you." He heaved out, his hands grasping at your arms. He was holding them, not making an effort to tear them away. Hell, he was actually using his thumb to caress you instead of pulling you away.

He sat his neck up, bringing it closer to the chokehold you had on him, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. Your hands that were perfectly molded to touch him, the familiar weight of your body on top of him—Fuuckk, he even got a small whiff of your scent.

He wasn't expecting to find this world's (Y/N) so soon. He held hope that this world's (Y/N) was still alive, planning to go looking for you after he wrecked some shit, but instead you found him.

He didn't expect you to jump him like this with this incredible strength. Are you a super in this dimension? God, right now he doesn't care, this is pretty fucking hot.

Mohawk slid his hands to your waist, squeezing the familiar curve that he used to grab so much. You were sitting on his stomach, but if you just moved your sweet ass a little lower you'd be at a perfect spot. He could just nudge you a few inches down—

You gasped, quickly pulling your hands from squeezing his throat as jumped backwards away from the man. The ghost touch of where his hands used to be on your body lingered, and you shivered as you scowled.

"What kind of perverted freak are you?" You growled, taking a defensive stance.

The variant merely coughed, cackles escaping his throat as he stood up from the ground. He brushed a hand over to his throat, his neck feeling empty without your hands squeezing them.

"What's wrong, babe? Figured your Mark liked being choked with how comfortable you were doing it with me." He laughed, his arms outstretched. "Can't blame a guy for enjoying a sample. You know—I'm kind of itching for another one, round 2?"

You looked at him like he was crazy. "Who the hell is Mark?"

"Your boyfriend, duh."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"He doesn't bag you?—Ah whatever, friend or something." He rolled his eyes, bringing a finger to rub the inside of his ear.

You continued to stare at him like he was crazy. "I don't know anyone with that name." You hissed, irritated at this odd situation. The fact that he called you babe was driving you further up the wall of irritation.

That seemed to surprise him, his eyes wide. Every single variant had some sort of relationship with you, it was either dating or one-sided love. "Your a super then, right? You gotta know Invincible." He raised a brow, trying to gauge what the hell this universe's Mark was up to for you to not know his civilian identity.

You snorted. "Super? Don't fucking play with me. I'm not fighting you out of a 'heroic duty, I didn't have a choice,'" you rolled your eyes, tugging at the collar that was still beeping around your neck. "But Invincible? Yeah, I know that pretty boy, he's the reason I got thrown into G.D.A's little dungeon and have this zappy collar on me."

Not a super. Huh.

That left him a little dumbfounded, hell, your whole attitude left him dumbfounded. Not that he didn't like it, but more so it was so different. You were soft in his dimension and all the other dimensions according to the other variants about the stories they'd share about you, so this was certainly not what he was expecting.

"... You were captured by the G.D.A? You're not a good guy? Wow. That’s new."

You groaned; you were done hearing the nonsense this Invincible variant was spitting at you. It made you confused and annoyed. Not answering his question, you lunged forward.

He blocked your attacks, dodging your leg kicks and jabs. "So, you’re naughty? I'm getting excited." He jested, biting his lips as his eyes bore into you. God, is he going to talk the entire time? "You're going to definitely like me then. I’m naughty myself, especially in bed.”

"Shut the fuck up.”

“Fine, we can continue this foreplay. Fun!”

“You’re more annoying than my Invincible.” You took a step back as you watched Mohawk Invincible lunge towards you with full speed. You steadied yourself, preparing to lunge towards him as well before a blur of black intercepted.

You dug your feet into the ground, whipping your hand around to see that another variant was here. They wore the same blue and black palette that the Mohawk variant wore, but their face was fully covered by a black mask.

"Ya dick!" Mohawk screeched, pushing off the fully masked variant. "I'm in the middle of something here, go somewhere else!"

The fully masked variant merely slapped the other variant's face to the ground, standing up hurriedly to look at you. He had heard the commotion, and your recognizable voice made his ears perk up.

It's been so long since he heard you speak, heard you breathe. His body started moving before his mind could process that you were alive in this universe.

"(Y/N)..." He breathed out, feeling his whole body go light as he took a step towards you. "Your—Your alive in this universe. Alive and healthy..." His eyes trailed to your figure, and you tensed. "... and strong. That's good."

"What am I supposed to be? Dead?"

"In my universe you died. You were sick." His voice broke, taking more steps towards you. This masked Invincible seemed different from the one with the Mohawk. Sad, but still held that same desperation. "I've missed you; I've missed mom—both of you were my world."

"What is with this sentimental bullshit?" You cut him off, shaking your head. You felt like you were intruding in some sort of sad romcom scene that wasn't supposed to be directed at you. This was really killing your appetite to kill Invincible. "Did we know each other?"

'I' knew that pervert and now this guy too.

He flinched, seemingly hurt from the fact that you didn't know how deep your two's relationship was. "Yeah, in my dimension we knew a lot of each other—"

"—Well I'm not whatever lame ass version you think I am." You cut him off. You eyes darted to the two variants, wondering what to do next. If it was just, you and Mohawk, you could've had the shot to kill him. But two of them? Maybe it's best to sneak off. It'll be even worse if more Invincibles showed up.

Worse in a fighting aspect as well as worse in... whatever you call this strange phenomenon that was happening with these variants. Some alternate versions of you apparently had relations with these mentally unwell men, and you didn't want to find out how many more Invincibles had the googly eyes for you.

"That's okay. As soon as we find mom you can get to know me, and I can get to know more of you when we go home."

"Hey! I found her first, I get dibs, dipshit!" Mohawk sprang to action, his face contorting at the assumption that the masked asshole would be the one to take you home. He jabbed finger into the masked variant, shaking his head. "Go cry to your mommy! I was here first, fair and square."

"Don't talk to her as if she's an object!"

"Waaa! Waaa! That's what you sound like!"

You sweat dropped at the scene, they were acting like two children fighting over a toy. Though it worked great in your favor to escape from this situation. Turning on your heel, you were ready to make a break for it.

"You're both immature." A cold voice called out. You looked up, seeing two Invincibles hovering in the air.

One adorned the signature colors of Omniman, a red cape attached to his shoulders, while the other was wearing a white uniform. The Omni-Invincible had his arms crossed as he looked down, his head tilted at you.

"Let me guess, you two know ‘me’ too?"

"Yes." They both answered. The red one looked over to the two variants that were squabbling with each other a few seconds before, but the white one kept his eyes on you. Unmoving.

I'm getting out of here.

You jumped into the air, bolting through the sky. Though you could hear something whirling a few feet behind you. Guess you weren't going to escape so easily.

Maayybee I’ll do a part 2 since I didn’t get to write Sinister Mark and barely did interactions of Omni Mark and Viltrum Mark 😈😈 hope you like this blurb thing? Sorry I don’t know the terminology HAHSHA

[nezuscribe]

arguing with arranged!gojo is difficult because he’s not used to arguing with women and you’re not used to arguing period.

it rarely happens, but when it does it gets really heated between the two of you. you pace around your room, huffing as gojo stands there with his arms crossed, nose flaring.

like that one time he found out that one of the new guards the brought in from the west was somebody you used to fool around with.

yeah that was bad.

“why do you even care!” you snap at him, and he can’t find a plausible reason aside from the fact that he was purely jealous.

this guard that they’d brought in from the west, much to your shock, was somebody you used to see in the late hours of the night. you never did anything frisky, just some shared kisses here and there.

but the moment you saw him, your whole demeanor changed. and gojo could tell. it took a bit of picking and prodding (which gojo is great at) but you eventually told him the story.

and he was not excited to hear it.

“i want him gone,” he tells you and you roll your eyes, shrugging indefinitely.

“fine,” you throw your arms up, “get him out. but what about those girls? you think i don’t want them gone whenever we walk into one of those balls or those dinners? when i see the way they look at you? you think that’s easy for me?”

“it’s different,” his tone is unwavering and cold.

you scoff, shaking your head in dismay.

“what? what’s so different? that i kissed him? big deal!” you feel like you want to cry and yell and jump and scream at the same time.

because it was different. for you. because the men didn’t seem to care that gojo had a new wife, or that he cared for her. but the ladies did. they gossiped in frenzied tones, batted their eyelashes at him even more as if that could cast him away from your spell.

so you didn’t know why he cared so much about this one man. why it should matter to him when he’s had far, far more experiences than you.

you felt hurt that he doubted you, angered with his hypocrisy, and tired from spending the entire day ignoring each other.

“this is going nowhere,” you mutter eventually, picking up your pillow as his eyes drop to your hands, “i’m sleeping somewhere else.”

“what-”

“and don’t follow me,” you bite out, not even glancing behind your shoulder as you begin to sulk out of your shared bedroom to your old one all across the estate.

and sure, maybe you’re not being entirely fair. there’s been some petty arguments when he bumps into one of his old girls, but it didn’t hurt nonetheless when he accused you of lying, when the conversation of your old romantic life was just never brought up.

you wipe at the stray tears on your cheek as you slug down the stairs, sniffling to yourself as you curse your husband to hell and back, when a force unlike any other picks you up from behind.

“what?” you squeal, your body manicured over a strong shoulder, your legs near his torso, your eyes facing his back as you kick at him, “let me go, i’m going to fall!”

“don’t make me laugh,” gojo murmured, one strong arm around your waist, the other around your thighs as he hauls you back up the stairs.

“i told you not to follow me,” you grumble, pinching his back but he doesn’t react.

“you’re funny if you think i’ll let you sleep alone.”

your brows furrow, feeling the need to kick him, but also not wanting him to drop you.

it doesn’t take long for him to reach your bedroom, opening the door with his free hand (unbridled strength if the greatest warrior of the north meant he could pick you up with just one hand) and plops you back on the mattress.

you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking away, hoping he can’t see the tear marks.

because it did hurt. his words hurt you. they cut deep. and he notices, his gaze softening slightly.

“don’t cry,” he whispers, leaning down to trace your tears away but you swat his hand off of your face.

“then don’t make me cry,” you say with a heavy sigh, siting upwards, back slightly hunched.

you take a deep breath, rubbing at your eyes as you glance upwards at him. it’s been a while since the two of you had fought, and the first time over something serious, and he looks awful.

“i don’t judge you for being with those girls,” you start with a heavy whisper, “you did what you could to stay sane. but don’t judge me for doing the same.”

gojo breathes deeply through his nose, blinking.

“you’re right,” he says after a heavy second, causing you too look up in confusion.

he nods again, his big hand cup your jaw, his thumb rubbing your cheek as he catches the stray tear from the corner of your eye.

“you’re right and i’m sorry,” he repeats, and you’ve never had somebody agree with you before, “i just…saw the way he looks at you and…i didn’t like it.”

you offer him a small nod.

“but he just looked at me,” you shift so that your resting on your haunches, hands in your lap. he towers over you, one hand going to cradle the back of your head.

gojo shrugs, like he can’t put it into comprehensible words how he felt when that guard looked at you with hunger in his eyes. how only he was allowed to look at you with such starvation.

“i didn’t like it,” he can only repeat, and you know he struggles with his emotions, spent years hiding them so that they wouldn’t become his weakness.

“do you want to sleep?” he finally asks you, and you slowly blink, trying to hide the tiredness from your face.

“i’ll still be here when you wake up,” he offers and you crack a small smile, trying to hide it from him.

but your smile drops as you think, eyes darting up to his.

“it’s okay to not like something, and it’s okay to feel angry that you don’t. but don’t ever, ever, make me feel like that again because of it.”

your stare is unwavering, and he feels a certain sense of pride in seeing that. and gojo nods, one steady movement as he drops down to his knees, trying to be level with your gaze.

“you have my full authority to strike me down if i do,” he promises, his hands cupping your face, his words serious but you can’t help but giggle.

“good,” you murmur, tugging slightly harshly on some of the strands of his hair as he winces, pushing you back onto the bed with the sheer force of his body, climbing up into you as he hold you close to him.

you let out another laugh as he acts like a bear cub, not wanting to move an inch away from your warmth as he cuddles into you, trying to finish his massive size compared to you.

the two of you laid in silence, a comfortable one, as he laid his head in your chest, hearing the steady rhythm of your heart.

“i am sorry,” he whispers, craning his neck to look up at you as he rests his chin on your sternum, “i’m sorry.” he says again, his words barely above a sound.

you blink again, moving some of the hair away from his face as you observe his sorrowful features.

“i know,” you whisper back.

gojo finds your hands, interweaving your fingers together, heart tugging when he feels your ring against his skin.

he brings the finger to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the ring as you watch him silently. no other words needed to be said, no words left unspoken as he pulls you into his chest.

because no woman would amount to a sliver of you. and no man would amount to a morsel of him.

[buckybabble]

The Void

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky x fem!reader 

Summary: Bucky Barnes rescues you from the Void after you are sucked into your worst traumas.

Word count: 1140

Warnings: torture, hydra capture, trauma, Thunderbolts SPOILERS contained! 

Tags: @icybarness @inloveallthetime

I DO NOT consent for my work to be used by others or for AI. 

ONE MORE WARNING - THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

The first thing you noticed was the cold grimy stone floor underneath your hands. You landed on your front once you entered the Void. You hadn’t thought twice before following Yelena into the darkness. That’s what heroes did, right? You knew she wouldn’t just give up and you were right. She was your friend and you weren’t just leaving her to solve this mess on her own. But what fresh hell was this? 

“Please, I don’t know any more information about Barnes,” someone croaked from behind you. Their voice was raw from screaming. Their voice was yours. The hairs on the back of your neck rose. 

“No,” you murmured, springing up from the floor and taking in your surroundings. A cold cell with a metal chair in the middle. A younger version of yourself sat within that chair, sweat glistening on her forehead. Wrists bound to the chair arms. A week's worth of grime covered your face. You knew the scene all too well. S.H.I.E.L.D had sent you to investigate one of HYDRA’s activities and eliminate it. They were still obsessed with human augmentation, weaponising another person. It wasn’t an easy job, but achievable. Or so you’d thought. Sam had said it would help Bucky. You two had been dating for a little over 6 months. Had the perfect date night and a lazy breakfast before he was off to battle the government and you were off to the ‘gym’. You were supposed to be back in a week. Supposed to return and apologise and finally tell Bucky you loved him. Instead, it had looked like you would never get the chance to say those three small yet large words. 

A single tear tracked down your cheek as you groaned. Your cheeks were puffy, they’d already removed your wisdom teeth. This meant you were close to the end. Close to the pain which haunted your dreams. 

The doctor who entered was as familiar to you as your own palms. Shorn black hair and a septum piercing. Dark brown eyes which did not seem to reflect light. “Ah, Miss S/N, I’m glad you’re awake. No one is coming to save you,” the doctor whispered in your ear. “Hail.” She inserted the needle into your arm. “HYDRA.”

You knew as you watched yourself thrash and scream that the serum running through your veins was pure agony. That in that moment all you wanted was the sweet bliss of nothingness. This moment still haunted your dreams—woke you screaming and sweating. Your super soldier limbs sometimes smashed whatever was close by: bedside table, the bed frame. Watching this moment as an outsider was even more agony. The way your veins popped in your eyes, the metal dug into your wrists. All hope sagged from your shoulders as you lost shards of yourself never to retrieve again. 

“Please, I don’t know any more information about Barnes,” you croaked again. The scene reverted back to the beginning. 

You raced across the room, holding your other self’s cheeks in your hands. “Y/N, I promise you, this is not forever. They cannot break you.” 

Your old self whimpered, barely able to keep her eyes open.

“Doll, hey,” Bucky’s voice was a caress in the darkness behind you. You’d started seeing hallucinations after the first week of torture. From hunger, thirst, pain or isolation, you did not know. 

“Ah, Miss S/N, I’m glad you’re awake.” And so the cycle started again. 

“No, leave her alone!” You screamed going to punch the doctor. 

The doctor grabbed your shoulder and shoved you to the floor. Right in front of a pair of black boots. You reached out with a shaking hand and touched the boot. It was real, whole. It was Bucky. You collapsed with a sob.

“Bucky, you’re–this–are we…” You gulped down air. “Is this real?” 

Bucky reached down and grabbed your forearms, hoisting you off the floor in one fluid motion. “Doll, breathe. I’m here. I’ve got you.” You launched into his arms, relishing in the warmth of his body against yours. “I’m so sorry you had to see that all again,” he murmured into your hair, rubbing gentle circles into your back. “You’re safe. I’m here. I’m real.”

“I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye,” you sobbed into his shirt.

“We’ve more than made up for that.” Bucky kissed the top of your head. “We need to go, Y/N.” He stepped back from you and assessed your condition with those beautiful blue eyes. “Doll, can you run?” 

You nodded once. 

“Please, I don’t know any more information about Barnes,” you croaked again. The words broke your heart.

This time when the doctor walked in Bucky stepped away from you and grabbed the doctor’s throat. “I will never be able to punish you enough for what you did to Y/N.” And with that he crushed the doctor’s throat. 

The scene rapidly disintegrated into something new, something worse. You stood in the middle of a street. Cars crashed around you. People lay injured. And you were in the centre of it, guns in your hands. Ready to kill the target in front of you. Ready to kill Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky stood behind you gripping your waist as you watched the scene unfurl.

The Bucky in front of you wore all leather, a grimace maring his perfect features. “Y/N, this isn’t you. I know this isn’t you.”

The HYDRA corrupted version of yourself merely chuckled, clicking your neck.

“I won’t hurt you.” Bucky threw down his guns, crossing his arms. 

“Then you die.” You pulled the triggers so easily and watched unflinching as they pierced his chest. 

“NO!” You screamed from the side watching as Bucky fell. You traced the wounds on his chest every night since. Kissed them with the weight of your guilt. 

The real Bucky behind you pulled you tighter to him. “You know I lived, doll.” Bucky spun you around and held your face in his hands. His left hand was cold against your cheek but comforting all the same. 

“I almost killed you, it missed your heart by half a millimetre, James,” you murmured, wincing at the sound of gunshots sounding behind you again. 

“And I’m still convinced you purposely missed, doll.” Bucky smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. 

You looked to your feet, knowing somewhere deep inside that you must have purposely missed as you had never missed before.

“You never gave up on me,” you whispered, placing your hands over his. 

“Well, I couldn’t leave my best girl, could I?” Bucky pulled you closer, weaving his hand through your hair. “I love you, Y/N. I’ll follow you anywhere.” Bucky pulled back from you and pressed a tender kiss to your lips as the void fell away. 

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prólogo You never thought that seeing your boyfriend in a sleeveless denim outfit, his shiny skin from the sweat and the cocky smile he made in each performance could generate a single thought. "What would it look like on the floor of your room?" [MASTERLIST]

elenco yang jungwon x f!reader

género smut with plot

antes de leer slightly mean dom!jungwon and submissive reader (they are so fucking horny) unprotected sex (reader is on the pill but there's no party without a birthday hat!), fingering, oral (both), riding, spit, choking (use of an object: bandana), dirty talk (mixed with praise), degradation at it's peak, petnames (baby, princess, slut, whore), daddy kink, breeding, squirting.

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You have never wanted more for Jungwon to get off the stage, take you backstage, and fuck you senseless just like you are right now.

All the members were putting one hundred and one percent of their energy into the performance. You couldn't believe all this was happening, and you could make sure that even they themselves still didn't believe they were performing at Coachella, but they did. After so much effort and dedication achieved, you can say that they finally reached one of the many goals that they set for themselves.

But watching your boyfriend from the first row was something else; he got a slight modification on his outfit that made his arms visible, but he shone more than any garment he could wear. His sleeveless jacket clung to his skin in all the right places, giving the perfect view of his flexed arms every single time he had to dance, shiny due to the sweat.

Oh, and he fucking knew you were watching him. Otherwise, why would he have that cocky smile on his face?

Every time Jungwon passed by your side of the stage, his gaze would flicker to you—brief yet teasing. You felt your throat sore from all the screaming, your arms practically begging to rest from holding your phone up high for so long, and your body just wanted to lie down.

The only correct answer? There was no way in hell you'd stop. The set was almost over. You could tell by the way the members were pushing themselves even harder for 'Brought the Heat Back.' Jungwon's jaw was clenched when his solo was up, his hair damp and messy, strands sticking to his forehead and temples, looking wrecked in the most beautiful way.

The proud smile on your face was obvious as the lights dimmed and you left the stage quickly, even more so after hearing positive things from locals behind you that were watching them for the first time. You had to wait a moment before moving in the wave of people to the side entrance, hiding yourself from sasaengs that were near and eyeing everything.

After showing the security your pass, he nodded as he let you through. You were guided to the backstage and watched all seven members thanking all their staff for a successful first show. Jungwon was giving you his back, and Jay noticed you, tapping Jungwon's shoulder to get his attention and pointing you out.

The smile was now soft, eyes shining the moment he saw yours tearing up. Jungwon didn't even bother pretending to be chill about it—his feet quickly made their way towards you, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

"You were insane out there," you whispered in his ear, receiving a nod from him. You could hear his sigh, something he used to do when he wanted to prevent himself from crying. He broke the hug, his hands remaining on your waist as he leaned closer to finally kiss you, receiving whistles and screams from the rest.

You couldn't help but smile in the middle of the kiss, Jungwon's lips curving against yours as he pulled away just enough to see his shy smile.

"Jungwon, we are about to record for the 'EN-EPISODE'; be careful." said the manager with a kind smile, and Jungwon took your hand to go to a more private place. It was outside the big tent, but it was enough.

"Now, real question. How long would you take to go to my place?" You asked, your hands on his triceps to squeeze them slightly. He gave you a small smile as his hands went back to your waist, just a little lower this time.

"Honestly? Two hours, they want to do some interviews and videos, and we are doing a Weverse live after Coachella." You pout a little; you knew it would happen, but deep down you believe you had time with him. His fingers lifted your face by your chin and gave a quick peck. "Why the question?"

"Wanted to reward you."

He blinked at you—just once—before raising one of his eyebrows and tilting his head to the side. You could feel how the fingers on your waist tightened slightly.

"Oh yeah? What kind?"

"Can't tell, baby." Jungwon exhaled sharply through his nose, hands slipping just a little lower again, fingertips grazing over the waistband of your denim shorts. Your view went to the bandana around his arm, your fingertip poking it softly. "Just make sure you bring this with you."

"You're evil," he muttered, the smirk still plastered on his face as you laughed a little.

"Learned from the best." It was very short. The moment before Jungwon cut the distance between the two of you, his hand was firmly on the back of your head, the kiss was passionate and a little messy, and his other hand finally arrived at your ass before smacking it lightly. You couldn't hold the whine that escaped from your throat, your mouth open, and Jungwon took that sign to suction your tongue.

His lips finally parted from yours with a soft, wet pop, and he looked at his phone that was vibrating in his jeans. A message from Heeseung to say the final 'goodbye' for the video and start the other activities. "Fuck."

You laughed again as you cleaned the corner of his mouth, both of your lips swollen. "I have to go," he said.

"I know," you breathed, still clinging to him just a little. "I will be waiting."

He gave your cheeks a few kisses before he went back inside the tent, a staff member appeared again and guide you to the exist carefully. Now you had to kill time, two hours to be more specific.

You were amazed at how your neck didn't hurt, considering how many times you had turned your head to check the clock on the wall. Two hours never felt so long—but at least you sent a suggestive picture to your boyfriend after leaving the shower.

You had changed into something a little more comfortable, a baby blue satin slip dress that he bought you, when your phone notified you of a message from him. "On my way."

You tried to distract yourself in every way possible, cleaning up imaginary messes, fixing your hair and adding some gloss on your lips, even spraying a little more of the perfume he always loved to bury his face in.

When the knock finally came, you barely let him finish before opening the door. A black hoodie, grey sweatpants, hair still slightly damp from a quick shower, and the bandana—that was the first thing you noticed—wrapped around his wrist.

The door had barely shut before his hands were on you, your back pressing against the door to shut it completely, lips crashing into yours. You could feel the urgency in it, urgency that you also had.

His hands were south, his long, dainty fingers gripping your ass, a clear signal for you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist, his strong arms under your thighs for support. You were starting to become a moaning mess; maybe it was the heat of his mouth, or it could be the not-so-gentle scrape of his teeth when he sucked your bottom lip like he missed the taste of you—but it made your entrance wetter by the second.

"No underwear? Fuck you."

"I'm trying," you said breathlessly, winning a laugh from him in the middle of it. With one hand, he made sure your door was fully closed before he carried you effortlessly, mouth back on yours, the kiss turning way more messy than before.

Your fingers tugged the bandana from his wrist, letting it fall to the bed as you buried your hands in his hair. He laid you down on the bed like something precious, but the hunger in his eyes said otherwise.

You supported yourself with your elbows as you watched him take off his shirt and hoodie at the same time; his "V" line caught your attention while he was tossing the clothes somewhere behind him. Lean muscle, a sculpted chest, and a face that someone would actually think he doesn't even kill a fly.

"You're staring." Your eyes went to his; you didn't break eye contact when your hands traveled to the waistband of his pants. You lowered it enough to catch two things: the fact that he was also not wearing underwear and how his cock was already leaking pre-cum.

"Somebody missed me…" you teased, gaining a small eyeroll from him. His left hand went to his cock, and his tip met your lips, tapping on them.

"Open up." You did as he said, tongue out, waiting peacefully to have it in your mouth. Once the tip of his cock met your mouth, you started to suck on it, hollowing your cheeks a little as your tongue swirled around his head. The salty and warm flavor had you moaning softly, the sound vibrating against him and making his breath hitch.

"Fuck," he muttered, one hand gripping the back of your head, not to force, but to steady himself properly. His hips gave a small, involuntary thrust forward, and you let him. Your eyes flicking up to meet his again as you took him deeper.

His parted lips, brows furrowed as he was consumed in pleasure, and chest rising fast to control his own orgasm made him look beautifully wrecked.

"You look so pretty like this," he rasped. "Taking my cock so well."

Your hand instantly wrapped around the base of it, stroking in time with the way your mouth moved on him. You could feel the tension in his thighs before he pulled out slowly, a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting your red, swollen lips to his tip, and you licked it away with a grin.

"You are such a tease," he said before his mouth crashed into yours again. You could feel the need to taste him on your tongue that made you whine and close your legs, your clit aching almost painfully. You didn't notice his fingers gliding through your soaked folds until he gave a small pinch to your sensitive bud.

You startled, and he simply smiled. "God, you're dripping," he said against your lips. "I barely touched you."

Your breath hitched as two of his fingers slipped inside you, curling perfectly and touching that sweet spot that made you throw your head back in delight, your hands now gripping the mattress below you two for dear life.

Your legs were already trembling as he worked you open, lips moving down your jaw, your neck, and then to your cleavage—kissing, licking, and gracefully sucking at the sensitive skin until you were gasping his name.

Then his fingers were gone, and you whimpered at the loss, but he was lying on the bed after taking off his pants and shoes. Since you knew what it meant, you put your legs at each side of his head, slowly taking the dress off your body, watching how he licked his lips the moment your dripping pussy was on top of him, clenching around nothing.

His hands gripped your thighs immediately, holding you in place with his eyes locked on your swollen center.

"Look at this," he muttered, almost to himself. "This pretty pussy wants my attention."

"Come on, baby. You earned this." Your hand found the headboard to steady yourself after your said that, but all control that you thought you had left your body the second his tongue flattened against your folds. Your loud and shameless moan combined with the groan he did.

He licked again, a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, repeating the motion again—this time focusing on flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your thighs were practically shaking on either side of his head, and he noticed it.

"You like riding my face, baby?" His voice sent vibrations right through your core, and you could swear that your knuckles were white from all the strength you used to hold yourself. "Then do it. Fuck yourself on my tongue. Don't stop unless I say so, princess."

Your stomach clenched at the command, and you simply obeyed—carefully grinding down, hips rolling over his mouth as he groaned once again like a man starved. You could feel his firm hands on your thighs doing everything but letting you loose—just on the edge of bruising.

He sucked your clit into his mouth without a warning, and your hips bucked, a broken cry falling from your lips.

"Yes—daddy!"

The nickname gained you a spank, one that also made you moan.

"Too much?" he asked, still working you. "Then get off. Go on."

You didn't move. You actually couldn't. You were a disaster, shaking, panting, legs like jello as the heat built faster than you could handle.

"That's what I thought," he smirked. His hands went to your hips to push you up just enough for him to sit, his back touching the headboard, and he slowly made his way down. It was embarrassing how easily he got his dick inside you.

"Fuck, I was about to cum."

"Then cum on my dick, princess." One of his hands took a strand of your hair to put it behind your ear. He then put both of his hands behind his head, a resting position to enjoy the moment. Cocky bastard. "You said I earned it, right?"

"You did such a good job on stage." Your hips start slowly going back and forth at the thought of him hours before. "You looked so hot."

"Did I?" You closed your eyes and nodded eagerly.

"I want you to pick me from the crowd and fuck me there." Your hands went to his shoulder to start a pace. He moaned louder; that filthy sentence rolling off your tongue so easily made his dick twitch inside you.

"Fuck, you are such a messy little slut for Daddy." His hands were again on your hips, helping you ride him. His fingers were digging into your flesh as he started guiding your hips into a rougher rhythm, making your nails sink into his shoulders. "Say it again,"

He demanded, eyes locked on yours. "Say what you want Daddy to do."

You could barely manage a whimper, your mind fuzzy from how full you felt.

"I want you to pull me from the crowd, bend me over the nearest surface, and fuck me in front of everyone." He suddenly pulled you out, manhandling you into being on all fours.

From the corner of your eye, you saw how he took the bandana, putting it around your neck, your back completely arched as he once again slammed his dick inside you, a broken moan at the feeling of the delicious intromission.

"Bend like this? You want to be used like that?" he growled against your ear. "Want everyone to see how I fuck you so good?"

"Yes, Daddy!" you cried out, the minimum lack of oxygen increasing the pleasure you were seeing". He used the new angle to fuck you even deeper—every snap of his hips making your moans rise in pitch every single time.

After a few minutes, the grip of the bandana left your neck, making you gasp for air, only to change your position. Now you were facing him from beneath, his hand gently wrapping around your throat—not squeezing, just letting you feel the pressure of it. "You look so pretty wrapping me around your tight little pussy, baby."

Each thrust he made, his pelvis grinded against your clit just right. You were starting to feel that familiar knot that was about to snap in any second. "Open your mouth again, baby. You earned something too for being so good to me today."

Your mouth opened, and you saw his saliva slowly going down to your tongue. He couldn't control how filthy you looked swallowing that, and then he kissed you, his hips non-stop. Your mouth opened, drool coming from the corner of your mouth, and your eyes fluttered shut.

“Are you going to cum just from getting fucked like this?”

Your body jerked beneath him as he drove into you again, angling even more perfectly to hit that spot inside you that made your back arch. You could barely form words anymore—just gasps and broken moans.

“That tight little pussy’s begging for it. Do it. Cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

Your body obeyed, breaking apart as your climax crashed through you alongside him—loud and messy. You shook in his arms, crying out his name, your walls milking him.

Despite your orgasms, he still kept going. He flipped you on all fours again without warning, cock still buried inside you, and slammed back in with a growl. His mouth was giving kisses on your shoulder in a possessive manner.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he growled. “I’m going to make sure you’re dripping with me for days.”

Unlike the first orgasm, this one felt a little too familiar. You were crying again, head spinning as you felt the second orgasm and a big wave of overstimulation. It took you a final, deep thrust to squirt all over his dick, his whole body tensing as he continued to spill inside you, hips twitching through the aftershocks.

He got off of you, watching how his cum was dripping down your thighs alongside your squirt. "Good fucking girl, princess."

Both of you were breathless, drenched in sweat, but it was completely worth it. Because once again, he earned it so well.

TAGLIST (OPEN): @heesexual74 @vixialuvs @riqomi @beomgyus11 @starry-eyed-bimbo @rawrrxan @veilstqr @k1ttyjwon @fancypeacepersona @kittympirty (COMMENT TO BE ADDED)

─── HAPPY ENCHELLA WEEK ngl, i have never wrote something this freaky in a WHILE, but I hope you enjoy reading it, see you tomorrow for Heeseung's one <3

THIS ONE IS DEDICATED TO MY BIRTHDAY GIRL @intromortal happiest birthday love 💗‼️

[petew21-blog]

Homophobic gym teacher

I hate PE. I hate it so freaking much that I’d rather have history with Mr. Douglas every day than to run in front of Mr. Mills every day. He hates me, ever since I came out as gay at school I received mostly good feedback from others. Even my bullies were kinda nice about it. Thank God I live in the twenty first century. But one person didn’t really take It well.

I browsed through his instagram a few times. And while I looked for the perfect photo of him flexing his biceps, showing his abs or anything that would help me for my jerk off session, I found out that he was quite hardcore republican. How a person like this could get into education is beyond me.

As always I finished jerking off while looking at his regular bathroom gym photo. Man, what I would give to fuck him. Why do jerks always have the perfect body?

My phone buzzed. I snapped back into reality. Jack, my friend who is also gay, but not out yet, texted me.

“Hey, are we gonna ditch school tomorrow? I can’t hear any more of that Mills bullshit while we climb the rope”

“We’re gonna be rope climbing? Ah fuck me. He’s gonna be insufferable.”

“My thoughts exactly. So? Are we skipping school?”

“I can’t man. I gotta keep up my attendance after missing so many days thanks to Mr. Mills”

Next day, 2:29 PM

I stood next to the rope, waiting for Jake to finish his turn. Mr. Mills stood below him, screaming. Jake couldn’t get to the top. Mr. Mills told him to get down and screamed at him some more. What an asshole. It was my turn. The bell rang. “Fuck yeah. No more rope climbing for me.” My classmates, me included, turned to head to the lockers.

Mr. Mills: ”González? Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Me: ”Sir, the class is over and it’s Friday.”

Mr. Mills: ”The class is over when I say it is over. Get on the fucking rope and stop talking back at me. The rest of you can leave.”

I got close to the rope. I grabbed it and squeezed the rope between my feet. I started pulling myself up and immediately felt the pain of lifting myself. I knew I was weak, I didn’t really need some wannabe teacher slash gym freak to remind me and scream at me what a lazy piece of shit I am. I tried to ignore him. I gave myself a goal to just finish it and leave, but Mr. Mills stood directly below me to comment on my fat ass slowing me down.

I was almost at the top, a wave of happiness swept over me. “Shit, I’m gonna make it!”

And right then I slipped. And instead of locking my feet, I just let go off the rope.

THUD

“I survived. Fuck. I fell from the freaking rope. My head was hurting so hard. My head? But I thought that I fell on my back? Ahhh the pain.”

I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry from the fall. I tried blinking several times and my vision was slowly getting better. I lifted my arm to grab on my head, but as I did it didn’t feel right. I looked at my arm. It was bigger. As in full of muscles.

“What the hell?” I said out loud, but instead of my young squeaky almost too feminine voice a low baritone came out of my throat.

“How the fuck…?!” I looked to my left. There was my body getting up from the ground

Me: ”Mr. Mills?”

Mr. Mills: ”Ah you gotta be fucking kidding me?! Is that you González?”

Me: ”I… Yes. How… How did this happen?” Mr. Mills: ”Does it look like this happens to me a lot?”

Me: ”But… it’s scientifically impossible”

Mr. Mills: ”I bet this was caused by those covid vaccines to make you immigrant fags take over our lives.”

Me: ”Yeah… right. Cause everyone wants to be a stupid republican”

Mr. Mills: ”Shut your mouth or…” he was interrupted by the janitor telling us to leave so he can lock the school. Mr. Mills gave me his car keys and I gave him instructions how to find my locker. We decided to meet each other in his car and to figure out what to do after that.”

After many unsuccessful attempts I found his Chevrolet and entered the passenger’s seat. Few moments later, I realized that I’m gonna be the one driving so I switched seats and got behind the wheel for the first time in my life. His car was amazing, it smelt great and was clean. How should I even drive this thing? I don’t drive a car. I’ll get us into trouble.

I stopped overthinking about the car. “I am in my teachers body. The one who bullied me almost every day. I am an adult male.” I looked into the rearview mirror. “Fuck, I am in one of the hottest man’s body around. And I am wasting it just worrying here. I flexed and squeezed my new biceps. Fuuuck. It’s so huge. I checked if no one else was around and lifted up my shirt.

“Oh my gooood” I slammed my head into the seat. “This is so hot!”

My new abs and pecs now uncovered were the most perfect ones I have ever seen. The ones I jerk off to every night before sleep. And now it’s here. All for me.

I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Mills in my body approaching the car. And behind him ran Jake. They entered the car.

I tried to improvise: „Why is your friend here?”

Jake: „Holy shit. So it is true. Mr. Mills would never react so calm. Is that really you in there, Daniel?”

I turned at Mr. Mills who now had a very irritated face. “I didn’t say anything, he figured it out.”

Jake: „I didn’t believe it at first, but Daniel never swears like this. And your vocabulary isn’t exactly rich so I knew really quickly where I heard the phrases before. Damn, I’m good. So? What are we gonna do? We should test it out somehow. Shit, Daniel you should get drunk tonight!”

Mr. Mills: „No! There won’t be no drinking, touching or anything with my body. This is definitely temporary and we will be back by tomorrow morning.”

Me: „If you think so…”

I drove Jake and my body home. Mr. Mills had to give me a speed course of driving, but his muscle memory helped me out way more than I thought. We set up some ground rules. No drinking, no drugs, no permanent changes to our bodies, no photos and no sex. He left the car while saying something about a fag in his body, but I couldn’t care less anymore. I speeded to get to his house asap.

I didn’t really explore the house as much when I arrived. I went straight to where I thought was the bedroom and immediately started taking off my clothes. His black speedo was PACKING and getting tighter every minute, but I really wanted to make this first exploration as perfect as possible. I lifted up the shirt, touching my new hairless and fatless stomach. I flexed and sets of abs appeared. I touched every last one of them. My hand continued up to my new large pecs.

“God damn, Mr. Mills. These are some perfect man titties.” I squeezed them. They looked so tight in all the photos, but when I wasn’t flexing them, they were quite soft. Must be amazing to lay on these. I played with them some more before taking off my shirt and releasing my new hairy pits. I took a long whiff off them. “I smell like a proper MAN now!” I licked it as well, enjoying the salty taste of Mr. Mills’s pits. I looked at myself in the mirror. My new dick was hard as a rock and waited for me to take care of it.

I headed to the shower and turned on a hot water. “Your body is probably not used to a hot water, am I right, Mr. Mills? I bet you are one of those cold water freaks who bathe in the icy waters.” I hated his voice before, but right now as I was controlling it, I began to like it so much.

The water poured all over my large body, from the perfect face, over my massive pecs, hairless abs and right to my beautiful dick. “Nice dick, Mr. Mills!” I said and chuckled over the fact that I just said that.

I suddenly got a mischievous idea. I came out of the shower and texted Jake.

Jake: „I can’t believe I’m doing this. I am just squeezing Mr. Mills’s pecs and touching his abs. Can you believe it, Daniel?”

Me: „It’s wild, right? But I got an idea. Wanna make it more interesting?”

Jake: „Interesting how?”

Me: „Stop touching me you lazy fag” I said in an authoritative voice and Jake moved his hands away from me quickly.

Jake: „Why did you do that? I got scared.”

Me: „I bet you are scared, you little fag. I know you just came over so that you could jerk off you little dick and watch me enjoy myself.”

Jake: „Daniel?”

Me: „Daniel won’t save you right now. You will do as I say. Ok?”

Jake finally caught up to my roleplay scenario and started acting as well. And by the look of his face I knew that he was really into it.

Jake: „Yes, Mr. Mills. I will do whatever you say.”

I sat down on the couch watching. “I want you to admire my body and say how hot I am and how horny it makes you.”

Jake got his hands on MY body and got a bit nervous: „You have sexy abs, Mr. Mills.”

Me: „You think that’s enough? That they are just sexy?”

Jake: „I think they’re the hottest abs I have ever seen”

Me: „How about my biceps. You like them?”

Jake: „They are SO big. I want you to squeeze my head in them. I want to lick your armpit hair. I want to kiss you.”

Me: „That’s a good boy. How about you show me how good you are, you fag?”

I moved his hands over to my new hard crotch.

Jake smiled and licked his lips

I fucking love being in this body.

And I bet Jake’s ass is gonna love this body even more.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/petew21-blog/780674479706734592/homophobic-gym-teacher-part-2?source=share