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older!bobby coaching you thru riding him for the first time cause he's so big and he knows it 🤭

the subtly condescending praise when you finally take all of him🫠

"i can take it." you spoke with confidence, holding eye contact with bob. there was amusement in those baby blues, and he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he did so. "i dunno, baby." his fingers trailed over the fabric of your panties as he hovered over you. "your pussy's so little. could barely take me last night." last night. the very first time you'd slept with him. you were still a little sore from it. it was almost as if you could still feel him inside you, stretching you, filling you in a way that made you feel so whole and complete. you wanted him in you again, but this time, you wanted to be on top.

"please?" you continued, lifting your foot to playfully nudge against his cock, which remained confined within the fabric of his underwear. he faltered slightly, eyelashes fluttering. "don't give me that look, angel," he chided. "what look?" you innocently asked. "those puppy eyes of yours. know i can't resist them," he continued, shaking his head. at that, you pouted. "i wouldn't have to if you'd give me what i want," came your retort. bob couldn't help but smirk at your petulance. "yeah? and what is it that you want?" "to ride your dick." finally, he relented. "have you ever been on top before?" he asked.

"no," you said. he knew you'd only had one sexual encounter before you'd met him, and it had happened back in high school. what you had experienced with bob the night before had been better than anything you could have ever imagined. and now, you felt insatiable. you needed him again. "alright then," he murmured. "let me teach you how to do it." but first, came foreplay. last night, you had learned that bob enjoyed extensive foreplay. he took his time with you, exploring every inch of your body, speaking in hushed tones, filthy words masked behind a gentle, loving tone. this morning was no different.

"let me love on this cute body of yours for a bit." his eyes twinkled as he pulled back the sheets, revealing your bare form. he kissed you languidly, big hands coming up to tend to the softness of your breasts. once your nipples were pebbled beneath his touch, he made his way down your body, kissing, nipping, and licking at every inch. "so pretty," he praised. "taste so sweet." but that sparked curiosity within you. "do i really taste sweet?" you shyly asked. he looked up at you, reaching up to shove his graying hair out of the way, and he smiled. "you do. the way your skin naturally tastes and smells to me...i could just eat you up, baby doll." he laved his tongue over your lower abdomen before he pushed your legs apart.

"could eat this pussy up, too." deft fingers tenderly parted your folds. "oh, just look at her. poor thing's so swollen. i did a number on her last night, didn't i?" he kissed at your puffy cunt, and you shivered, letting your head fall back against the pillows. he left soothing kisses all along your center, and when his tongue lightly swirled around your clit, you whimpered. it wasn't long before you could feel the warmth of arousal beginning to pool there. "mmm," he hummed, "she's starting to get all drippy for me." he lapped at your wetness, eager for a taste, and you couldn't help the moan that left you.

then he worked two fingers inside you, keeping his movements slow and steady. "atta girl," he praised, as he watched your pussy accommodate the digits. "gotta get you ready for me." then, a third finger was tentatively added, and you squealed. he soothed you as you squirmed beneath him. "i'm ready!" you cried, "please, bobby. just want your cock inside me!" he couldn't hide his smile. "okay, okay, gimme a second, honey." he shifted, moving to tug his underwear off, and your eyes immediately flickered down to his cock, hard and heavy between his legs. thick and veiny, with the prettiest pink tip. you hadn't expected every inch of him to be beautiful, but that was exactly what he was. of course he'd have a gorgeous cock.

bob settled with his back against the headboard, and then he guided you to straddle him. as you got settled, he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube he'd placed there the night before. you bit your lip as you watched the liquid cascade down his dick. he set the bottle aside and stroked his shaft a few time before he let it rest against you. "that's where it's gonna be inside you, honey," he said, and you glanced down, gasping softly at the sight. how did he even fit? he reached up, tilting your chin so you were looking at him. "if you need to stop or take a break, just let me know. don't want you pushing yourself too far," he said, his tone serious. you nodded. "okay," you answered.

he smiled, leaning up to kiss you. when you parted, he drew you in again, big hand resting at the base of your neck. his kisses were languid and deep as he guided your hips up, free hand grasping his cock and aligning it with you. once you felt his tip at your entrance, you sighed against his mouth and slowly began to inch down. he didn't push his hips up to meet you, he simply let you sink down of your own accord. you let your hands rest upon his broad shoulders for leverage, and you squeezed your eyes shut, taking him this morning was a little easier than it was the night before, because you knew what to expect, but you were still a little tender, which had you moving slow.

but bob didn't mind one bit. he'd rather you take it at your own pace than forcing yourself to take too much all at once. you weren't how long it took to finally settle against him, but it was a while. bodies flush with each other, you took a deep breath, relishing in the fullness. his hands settled on your hips, and below you, he spoke, voice gravelly. "take as long as you need," he said. then, "do you want my help, or do you wanna do it yourself?" at which you replied with, "wanna do it myself." so you placed your hands upon his chest and began to rock your hips against him.

it took you a moment, but you soon found a rhythm, and bob praised you. "there ya go, that's it. who's my good girl?" your eyes fluttered open, and you gazed down at him, expression already fucked out. "i-i am." and you were. you wanted to hear that praise endlessly. knowing you were giving this man so much pleasure made you feel like you were on top of the world. he was so much more experienced than you, but he made you feel like you were the only one in the world who'd ever made him feel this good.

but that need for praise drove you to tire yourself out. you quickly began to realize that you couldn't do this for a long period of time. your thighs were beginning to burn and quake. suddenly, you weren't so sure of yourself. "let me take over," bob offered. "n-no," you protested, shaking your head. "wanna make you feel good." he stayed your hips with his hands. "and you are. but i won't have you overexerting yourself for my pleasure. let me take control, baby doll. i'll take good care of you, promise."

finally, you let yourself fall against his chest. he hushed you as he wrapped his big arms around your body, planting his feet against the bed as he began to move. it wasn't long before he had you crying out above him. the feeling of his cock filling you from this angle was unmatched, and you could feel yourself gushing around him. he could feel it, too. "sweet pussy's just drooling all over me. love being so full, don't you?" he coos, but you can't even utter a reply, because you've gone speechless. if you were more coherent, you might've been embarrassed about the fact that your mouth was currently drooling against his chest. but he had you feeling so good that you didn't care.

he carefully fucked into you, cautious not to cause unnecessary harm to your anatomy. he was so dominant and tender all at once. the way he was handling you had you plummeting toward the edge so quickly already. and when his hand snaked between your bodies to rub at your swollen clit, it had you squealing in bliss. "that's it. want you to come whenever you need to. let me feel that pussy squeeze me." it wasn't long before you were right there, whining pathetically, mouthing at his chest as you felt warmth begin to blossom within you. and before you knew it, you were coming, trembling in his arms as he fucked you through it.

"there ya go. give it to me, baby doll." and you did. you soaked him with your release, surely ruining the sheets below, but not finding it in yourself to care. a dumb smile spread across your face as you came down, and in your post orgasm haze, you looked up at him, "i did it, i rode your dick," you said with a giggle. still hard inside you, he couldn't help but laugh along with you. "took it like a champ, honey. i'm so proud of you." you leaned in to kiss him, and then you murmured, "now keep going. wanna feel this dick come inside me again."

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samkerrworshipper · 1 year

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let me love you | Leah Williamson x Reader

a lot of angst, ending in fluff, themes of eating disorders, depression and alcohol abuse, 5900 words

please keep sending request yall i need something to feed my brainnn

i’m stuck on a blurb for this so basically just what happens after a rough moment in r and leah’s relationship, can they fix it? can they learn to love each other again? the photo i’ve used says it all lol

it’s piecy and i think u can see my sleep deprivation in this one but hope you enjoy!

I’d known going into camp that I was in trouble. That as soon as the team doctor did our pre camp exam that I was going to be fucked. With the extensive weight loss I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was approached but I hadn’t expected it to be the first night.

I’d been lying in my bed, in my room by myself. I was rooming with Keira this camp, but luckily enough she spent most of her time in Lucy or Leah’s room so I didn’t see much of her. I’d had the tv playing in the background, to fill the room with something other than the sound of my breathing and the sound of me scrolling through my phone. Then my little bubble, my perfect barrier that I’d created was broken by the resounding noise of someone knocking at my door.

“Y/n, it’s me.”

Sarina. Fuck.

“It’s open.”

It was probably the polite thing to get up and open the door but I was comfortable in my bed and while Sarina was terrifying I couldn’t see her getting mad at me over something so minor. The door cracked open and I switched the tv off out of respect for the manager who had closed my hotel room door behind her. Her face was unsteady, like she was unsure how to approach the conversation, something that I’d never seen on her.

“You missed dinner.”

“I feel asleep, the jetlag has tossed me around a little bit. I didn’t even realise until I woke up twenty minutes ago.”

It wasn’t a lie, I had travelled an obscene amount in the past twenty four hours. I’d flown from Cabo to New York, then spent 20 hours in New York with Kristie and some of the Gotham girls before getting on a plane to take me to Barcelona, where I’d spent a very short eight hours with Keira and Lucy before we got on a plane to London to bring us to camp. It had been hectic to say the least and had resulted in one of my suitcases being lost and me being in a very lengthy back and forth discussion with British Airways about how my luggage had ended up in Austria and that no, I didn’t have the time to go to Austria to retrieve it.

“I think we need to have a talk.”

Sarina’s foot was tapping nervously at her side, it was her tell, she was about to have a hard conversation that was not going to be easy to go over.

“Okay.”

She nodded at me.

“Meeting room 2, five minutes?”

I gulped, fuck, a meeting room. It had gone from informal to a little bit to formal for my liking. I nodded regardless, too scared to reply in any other way.

“Yes Ma’am.”

As soon as Sarina had left my room I was throwing myself out of the bed to throw on some proper clothes and make myself look a little bit more presentable. I threw on my light blue tech fleece and puffer jacket that we all had and then very haphazardly threw my hair into a greasy high pony. I pushed some mascara through my eyelashes and some moisturiser on my skin before coming to the conclusion that no amount of makeup was going to be able to disguise the purple bags under my eyes. Once I was done making myself look a little bit less dead I picked up my phone and keycard from my bedside table and left the room, making my way down the hallway towards the meeting rooms.

The meeting rooms had a multitude of purposes, zoom calls, skypes, video review, contract signing. Business stuff mainly, not a talk with your coach. That was what had me trembling a little bit as I made my way closer to the meeting rooms. When I got to the door of the second one, the one I’d been told to go to I waited outside of it for a few seconds before lifting my fist and knocking twice on the door. I didn’t have to wait long for a reply, Sarina was at the door opening it for me in a matter of seconds. I stepped into the room quickly, my eyes recognising all the faces in the room.

I was directed to a seat at the table, sitting directly across from Sarina, Leah, Millie and our team doctor. Lucy and Keira were seated on either side of me and the whole vibe of the room was enough to tell me that I was royally fucked.

“We are all here to have an open conversation about your recent medical exam.”

I kept my eyes on my own hands, which were resting on the table, playing with the rings that adorned my hands. I couldn’t look up, couldn’t bear to look into the eyes of a woman who a few weeks ago I had loved so intensely and now couldn’t even think about without crying.

“You're here to tell me that I’ve dropped a dangerous amount of weight considering my normal weight class, that I should get some further tests done even though we know that there is nothing medically wrong with me. We’ll beat around the bush a little bit, try to ignore the fact that we all know that you can’t allow me to play when I’ve dropped this much weight and then you’ll send me home.”

Sarina’s jaw was set firmly, I could make out that much as my eyes darted up to the older woman quickly to catch a look at her facial expression.

“Do you want to die Ms y/l/n.”

I was taken aback massively by the question, because who asks a person that question, especially in this context.

“I don’t feel comfortable having this conversation with certain people in the room. I don’t want to die necessarily but living right now isn’t exactly ideal either. I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, I’ll admit that, I’m aware. I’ve neglected my body, prioritised other things. I knew walking in here that I’d dropped 2 stone and I wasn’t proud of it. I just went through an intense break up though, I’ve been in Cabo for three weeks, most of which I don’t remember. I know that it’s bad, I know that as an athlete we have expectations but I need some wiggle room, I need you to give me a shot to make this better. Because I honestly believe that in this environment I can fix it, I’ll get the weight back, I’ll get back into therapy or whatever. I’ll give up the bad habits, I just need a period of grace.”

I couldn’t look at Leah, couldn’t let myself out of fear that my brave face would fall and I’d be left in shambles sitting here. I just needed to convince Sarina that I could get my shit together.

She was in front of my brooding for a few minutes, leaving everyone in the room in an awkward silence.

“Everyone out besides Leah and you.”

Fuck.

I watched as everyone else slowly got up, Lucy giving me a reassuring pat on the back before exiting the room.

“I’m giving you both five minutes to explain what the fuck happened between you two, because as much as you both want to make it sound like nothing it isn’t. Everyone can feel it and obviously it's affecting the both of you.”

I still couldn’t look at her, it just hurt.

“Seems like I’m the only one who’s suffering.”

“That’s not true nor fair y/n. Leah’s having her own struggles.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes at the table.

“She’s the one who caused the problems in the first place so I’d call that karma.”

The tension in the room was thick, like a cloud laid over us.

“That’s not fair, you had a part in it as well.”

“I had a part in you kissing Jordan at a party?”

“Jordan kissed me first off, drunkenly, she apologised profusely to both of us when she was sober. You soberly made the decision to kiss fucking Alexia.”

If the tension could have thickened anymore, it did.

“You cheated on me with your ex, I think I can cheat on you with my ex situation.”

“Do you realised how fucked up that whole ideology is? I didn’t want to cheat on you, anyone who was there that night will tell you that I physically pushed Jordan off of me, I didn’t want it to happen. I know it hurts you, but you wouldn’t even hear me out, you didn’t answer my calls or texts. I didn’t know where you went, just heard from Lucy that you’d decided to go abroad for a few weeks and you were turning your phone off. I spent 3 days sitting in Keira’s apartment balling my eyes out because I missed you so much, I haven’t slept properly ever since, I can’t fucking live without you y/n/n.”

Leah was sobbing and it hurt a part of me that I didn’t know existed. I wanted to hug her, wipe the tears from her face and apologise for my stupidity, to make it all better. But I was stubborn as shit and I also hadn’t really forgiven Leah. I hadn’t forgiven myself either.

That night had been the worst one of my life. Seeing Leah making out with Jordan had broken my heart and before I knew it I’d been running out of the bar we’d been celebrating in and calling Ale because she was my person and then she was picking me up and taking me back to my apartment and she was comforting me on our sofa and then we were kissing and Leah was walking in, mascara smeared and tears down her face and then Ale was running out of the apartment. I ended up waiting for Leah to fall asleep before I’d fled. I’d been terrified, my fear response was flight, when I was scared I fled, so that was what I’d done on that godforsaken night.

“I don’t really give a shit who did what. You both fucked up, that’s evident. We have the olympic coming up, Leah you are coming off of an ACL injury and you are going to be our captain, y/n, we need you on top of your game for us to win. I won’t deal with this team being torn into shreds because the both of you are too stubborn to talk about your feelings. Am I understood?”

Both Leah and I nodded meekly at Sarina, the both of us equally terrified of the dutchwoman and the tone of voice she was using towards us, like we were six year olds.

“Y/n, I’ll give you a grace period, two weeks. You’ve got two weeks to show that you can make some improvement in your habits, but there will be conditions if you wish to continue training and playing during those two weeks. You will eat every single meal, with the rest of the team. You aren’t going to work out beyond our team scheduled gym sessions. You will go back to talking to a therapist on a weekly basis. You are going to socialise with your teammates instead of holding yourself up in your room by yourself. You and Leah will room together until you can prove to me that you can be civil. If any of these conditions are broken you will find yourself sidelined, am I understood?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Sarina nodded at me, her blue eyes staring intensely into my own, I was trying to get away from this situation, away from the confrontation that was only bound to get worse the longer Leah and I were stuck in a room together.

“You are free to go, I expect to see you at breakfast tomorrow morning.”

I’d given Sarina a quick nod before bolting out of my seat and straight out of the room. I was pretty sure I’d had the worst 96 hours of my life. My whole body felt like it was on fire, my hair and face were still greasy from all of the airplane travel and my eyes just hurt. I half jogged my way back to my room, slamming and locking the door behind me almost as soon as I’d closed the door behind me. I slowly slid down against the solid wood, this whole situation was so fucked.

Not only did I have to focus on being fucking civil with a woman who I hated, I had to fucking turn my whole life around in a matter of two weeks, which right now seemed pretty fucking impossible. I wasn’t a person who cried very often, I wasn’t in touch with my emotions like that. But right now, fat, warm, wet tears were dripping down my face and my lip was wobbling between my two front teeth trying to suppress the sobs that were coming up from my throat. Love hurt. Loving someone and being loved is one of the hardest things that I’d ever done, because it’s not easy to spend every day loving a person, it fulfilling but it also is so fucking painful.

I could hardly make up the energy to get off the floor, so I didn’t. I sat against the door, crying, shaking and trembling as I let out the feelings that I’d built up for the last month. I was a person who didn’t cry very often, when I was drunk, when someone died, when I was really hurt. That was the extent of my emotional release. Leah was similar, that’s why we’d hit it off, neither of us were over emotional, we didn’t read into things and we didn’t over complicate anything. At the end of the day neither of us had to worry about the other one getting offended by a joke or drunken words. I’d honestly believed we were soulmates, for a long time, but that night had wrecked it all.

Both of us had been stupid, it had been the celebratory night of our win in the Nations League, we’d beaten Spain, it was a big deal. Everyone was completely wasted and I didn’t remember much of the night until Leah had been on the dance floor with Jordan, Chloe, Millie, Rachel and some other teammates and one moment Leah is motioning for me to join me and the next Jordan is making out with her and I’m running out with Lucy following me. Then Lucy called Ale because I’d locked myself in our hotel room ensuite. Then Ale was there and she was comforting me and hugging me and I was pissed off at Leah and then I was kissing Ale and she was telling me no and the Leah walked in to comfort me and it was just a fucking mess of alcohol and emotions.

Just thinking about that night had hurt, I hadn’t let myself in the last month. Not when I’d been in Cabo drinking all day and night, clubbing and partying and spending all of my spare time trying to push my emotions away. Then I’d gotten the call from Sarina, I’d been expecting it but it had still shocked me for some reason. In a matter of 24 hours I’d been packing up all my shit and hopping on a plane back to the one place that I couldn’t have been more desperate to avoid. I’d contemplated turning down the call up, but a call from my agent had told me that I couldn’t expect an invite back if I turned one down now. The Olympics was a big deal as well, it was something that I did want to do but the overwhelming anxiety I had felt being faced with the reality that I was walking into a group of people that worshipped the ground that my ex girlfriend walked on.

My thought pattern was interrupted by the sound of knocking directly above my head. The sound pulsated against the wood and across my body, seeping deep into my bones. It was a resounding knock, loud, echoing across the room.

“Y/n, open up.”

It was the voice that I least wanted to hear at that moment and I tried my hardest to ignore it but the sound of the knocking repeating made it harder.

“Y/n/n, c’mon, open the door, I know you're in there.”

It was the nickname that only she called me, a nickname I hadn’t heard in a month and it hurt my soul hearing it. It made fresher tears fall from my eyes that I rubbed at furiously with the sleeve of my jumper. I wiped as much of the smudged mascara and tears from my face, I knew subconsciously that my eyes were red and puffy and Leah would one hundred percent be able to tell. For my dignity though I rubbed it all from my face before standing up and opened the door.

Before I could say anything Leah had slipped past me and into the room, making herself at home and sitting down on Keira’s bed, resting herself at the very top so she was leaning against the headboard. I pushed down any thoughts that I had about Leah being in the same position in our own bed, except with a lot less clothes covering her body.

“You’ve been crying.”

It wasn’t a question, a statement, but it held a question in it somewhere. Leah wasn’t used to me crying, so the fact that I was crying was probably a little bit of a shock to her.

“What do you want?”

Leah pouted at me, sarcastically, it pissed me off how confident she was when I felt like I was tearing at the seams.

“In case you didn’t remember, we’re roomies now. I wanted to talk, I think we both have stuff we need to get off of our chests. I love you y/n/n and I’m worried about you.”

“Go worry about Jordan.”

I was leaning against the dresser, trying my hardest to keep my shit together in front of the woman that was making me feel so many things that I had been denying myself for a month.

“That’s fair, but also not necessary. I didn’t kiss her y/n, I didn’t even get as close as a metre’s distance from her, anyone there could tell you that. I pushed her off me. So yes, she kissed me, without my consent or my desire for her to do so. I love you, not her. I promise you that. She means nothing to me beyond being my friend, I don’t love her.”

I didn’t really know what to say. Leah wasn’t really the root of my anger, because I knew that it had been Jordan all over Leah, and at the end of the day she’d come to my room that night to apologise instead of going back to Jordan’s, I was her priority.

“She loves you, and I can’t do anything about that. That hurts and I know that it shouldn’t, I have no right to be jealous but it hurts.”

Leah looked contemplatively at me, like she was trying to understand what I was saying but knew that she couldn’t really.

“Do you love Alexia?”

I gulped, that was a fucked up question that I didn’t have a answer for. My immediate silence gave enough context to that.

“That’s not a fair question.”

I was deflecting and also furiously toying with a loose thread on the edge of my jumper.

“I think I deserve to know if the woman I love loves me the same way.”

It was hard hearing those words come out of her mouth as well.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t love her. I dated her for six years, I thought I was going to marry her. I don’t love her like I loved you. We broke up because we couldn’t love each other that way. It was a surface relationship, but we both knew at the end of the day that we couldn’t get married or have kids or get old together, we didn’t love each other like that. We didn’t have a messy break up, I didn’t have a phase where I hated her and I wanted nothing more than to be away from her. We just stopped physically loving each other. She’s still my person Leah, you know that. I regret kissing her, I was so drunk and I was so fucking upset and she was so familiar to me in that moment. So maybe I do love her, in some fucked up way, but I don’t love her long term. She’s not the woman that I want to spend the rest of my life loving, not the person that I want to wake up next to, not the person that I want to write vows for, not the person that I want to be with every minute of every day. I don’t yearn for her.”

I realised now that there were tears in Leah’s eyes, which shocked me a little. Leah never cried, I could count the amount of times I’d seen her properly sob on one hand. Four times. When we won the Euros, when she did her ACL, when she woke up from ACL surgery and that night when it had all happened. Apart from that she was a brick wall, she wore a facade everyday, that very little people got to see broken down. I considered myself very grateful to have been able to see past it, to see the side of Leah that not a lot did. She’d let a stray tear go every once in a while, but proper crying, proper emotional, vulnerable crying was very rare to see.

“Do you love me long term?”

“Leah, that's not a fair question either.”

Tears were running down Leah’s face, similar to the tears that had been falling down my face less than five minutes ago.

“It's not fair? I’ve been here for the last month y/n, wondering if we still stand a chance. Wondering if you still love me, wondering if I should wait around for you? I want to know if you still love me as much as I love you.”

I could feel more tears coming to my eyes, Leah was sitting not even three metres away from me and yet it felt like we were oceans apart.

“I don’t know. Does it really matter?”

Leah was wiping at her face, she detested vulnerability and it was clear in her actions.

“Does it matter? Y/n/n, I am trying to figure out if I am going to spend the rest of my life fucking mourning losing the love of my life. I want to know if I stand a chance, if there is something here that we can salvage, something here that we can try and fix. I will spend everyday making it up to you if I have to, anything you need us to do I am down to do it.”

I shifted from toe to toe in my spot standing, Leah’s words were so genuine, they had so much power over me, sent shivers down my whole body.

“I love you. I love you enough though to tell you that I’m a fucking wreck, some of it’s because of this, some of it is just me. Leah I’m trying to fucking sort myself out now and I love you but I’m not going to tell you that your my priority right now, I love you but I also am trying to learn how to love myself and I’m also trying to learn how to love my sport again.”

Leah pursed her lips, wiping the last of her emotional admission tears from her face. She looked so raw, her blonde hair was thrown up in a messy high bun, an unusual look for her, her face was stripped bare of any makeup and her jumper looked a tad bit too big on her. She looked stripped, stripped of her dignity, stripped of her facade, stripped of everything that made her Leah motherfucking Williamson. I wasn’t looking at England’s captain, I wasn’t looking at Arsenal and England’s world class defenders. I was looking at just Leah. The Leah who would wake me up with forehead kisses every morning, the Leah who would give me foot massages after a rough training, the Leah who would only look at me in a room full of people.

“I’ve worried about you so much that I started to get scared I was praying. You took off and I didn’t know with who or where. I mean I know that I fucked up but y/n/n, we could have talked it out, or we could have tried to. You fled and you didn’t even give me a goodbye. I didn’t know if we were done or if I was ever going to see you again and it fucking broke me. I stayed in bed for a week, I didn’t eat, I didn’t leave. Keira and Lucy literally had to drag me out of bed to get me to do anything. I cried, non stop for a week, it was horrible and I felt like shit. Then Lucy got Alexia to come over and we talked it out and she told me that she didn’t mean for it to happen and all she wanted was for us to be happy and it broke me because how am I supposed to be happy when the woman I love is nowhere to be seen.”

A sob echoed from her chest and it broke my heart, because I hated seeing Leah in pain, I hated seeing her hurt. When she’d done her ACL it had been the most gut wrenching thing I’d had to witness. The only difference was that now I was the source of pain and it hurt ten times more.

I pushed myself off of the dresser and towards the bed. Leah’s head was buried in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees as her palms rubbed furiously at her eyes. I sat down onto the bed and pushed myself up against the headboard beside her, putting one of my arms down on her shoulders and gently nudging her head into my neck. It was uncharted territory but also felt so familiar and right. Hearing Leah’s sobs hurt my soul, but my contact seemed to calm her a little bit. She flinched away initially, unsure but then she was seeking it out, leaving into me and everything about it felt right.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for what happened with Jordan, I’m sorry if I didn’t make you feel loved, I’m sorry if I didn’t treat you well enough, I’m sorry if I’m not good enough. I’m trying to work on it, I’m trying to be better,” I stopped Leah before she could say much more.

“It’s not your fault Leah,” My voice came out with exasperation, because I hated that Leah felt that way,

“You made me feel loved everyday, you treated me perfectly. You are perfect Leah, you were a perfect girlfriend, a perfect captain, a perfect person. We had our moments but you are a good person, you don’t need to be better. I’m the one who can’t fucking handle herself, who had to flee the country when it got rough and I’m sorry for that, I’m sorry that I ran when it got hard.”

Hearing Leah hiccup on her breath was so painful for me, painful enough that I reached my hand down to her face to try and wipe some of the tears off of her cheeks.

“C’mon, you're too pretty to be crying.”

It was a weak compliment that died with the mood of the room, Leah let out a depressing laugh that honestly just made it all worse but her sobs did quieten down a little bit and I noticed that the tremors that were haunting her whole body had slowed down and had become less of a repetitive pattern.

“You haven’t been eating, you lost two stones, did I do that to you?”

Leah’s voice was so shaky, so insanely innate for her.

“Me not eating has nothing to do with you and I won’t have you taking the blame for it. Not everything is your fault Leah and you don’t have to take the blame for it all. I know how your brain works, that you are going to take the blame for everything that has happened between us, but it’s not your fault, a lot of it is mine, my eating habits though have nothing to do with you.”

My voice was a mixture of steady and stern, I had a point to get across and I needed Leah to understand that, I needed her to know that. She wasn’t as fearless and brave as she constantly tried to prove to anyone, she was always the first to blame herself for anything, always getting down on herself and I knew that, I knew that Leah could send herself into a downward spiral.

She pulled her head out of my shoulder and locked eyes with me, her dark brown eyes felt like they were violating me, I felt like I was naked under her gaze, like I was so incredibly vulnerable.

“Why haven’t you been eating?”

I felt like I was under a magnifying glass, like Leah could see every single part of me and could see into my brain. She always worried about me, always. To the point where sometimes it was concerning, I had as much as a sniffle and she was doting over me like my mother.

“I’m fine Lee.”

“If you were fine you wouldn’t have lost two stones.”

She could read me too easily and she knew that I was pretty much putty in her hands as soon as she started talking.

“It got dark for me when I left, I needed to leave but then I was gone and I realised that I was so alone and I was partying to try and avoid my feelings and it worked but you know how I am when I’m depressed, I stop eating, I stop functioning. I lived off of alcohol for three weeks and then I got the call from Sarina and for the first time in three weeks I was completely sober and it hit me like a freight train. I realised how bad it had gotten and I was in shambles.”

Leah nodded at me, she knew how I worked, knew that when I was starting to spiral I tended to push it all down until it got so bad that I had a nervous breakdown.

“You need to eat, we need you playing, I need you on the field. It broke my heart when Sarina came and told me, when she asked me if I’d seen any of the warning signs or if I’d noticed and I couldn’t give her an answer.”

I brought my hand back up to rest on Leah’s face, she was still shaking, still hiccuping with every word that she said. I pushed the tears that were pooling on her face away with the pad of my thumb.

“I couldn’t even tell her anything.”

Leah’s words were thrown out between choken sobs and hiccups, it was so strung out and painful that I felt it in my chest.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that, I’m sorry I deserted you. I’m so sorry I hurt you Lee, you deserve better, you deserve someone who has their shit together.”

Leah pulled herself out from beside me and scooted herself so she was sitting in front of me, between my legs looking at me directly.

“I want you though, I want to love you and I want you to let me.”

I couldn’t do much more than look at her, look at her eyes, look at how heartbroken they were. They were full of so much pain, so many sleepless nights and a part of me wanted to fix some of that.

“Let us be happy, let all of this devastation come to an end and just let us be happy. We’ll work through what happened, we can try therapy, or something else. I want you though y/n/n, I want you forever and I don’t want us to give up on that because of some stupid shit that happened when we were drunk.”

Those fucking eyes, they held the sun and the moon, they had the power to make me do anything.

“I want to try, for us. I still think that you are my forever Leah. I just don’t want either of us to get hurt in the process.”

“Love hurts, we work through it. Please just try it for me.”

Her lip was wobbling in between her teeth and it took every single piece of self control I had to not take that lip in my own and just kiss the woman like I wanted to.

“Okay.”

Leah’s face lit up almost immediately, like a kid in a candy store. She leant in towards me, her lips hovering centimetres away from my own and her eyes looking into my own and it took literally every piece of my self control not to initiate anything.

“Is this okay?”

Leah’s voice was calmer this time, less rough on the edges, less broken. I nodded eagerly at her and relaxed into her body as she pressed her lips to mine. It was soft, tender, relaxing, so perfect.

“How about this?”

It was murmured against my lips, a small smirk forming along Leah’s lips.

“So good, but I think we are both overdue for some sleep.”

Leah frowned against my lips but nodded, we were both tired and it was obvious in our actions. She plopped herself down next to me, relaxing into my body and laying her head against my chest.

“Flick the lamp of love.”

The term of endearment sent a shiver down my back, it was so normal and yet so shocking to me. I obeyed her immediately, turning over to the bedside lamp and flicking it off so we were left in the dark. I shrugged my jacket off before relaxing down into the pillow. Leah shifted around for a few seconds, finding a comfortable spot on my body before stilling herself. She looked so small curled up against me, I tugged her hair out of its bun and rubbed her roots just the way I knew she liked me too and rubbed her back the way I knew sent her straight to sleep. It probably took not even a minute before Leah’s body relaxed fully and her breaths evened out and when they did I smiled a little bit looking at her exhausted form. I leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before relaxing myself fully against the pillows and preparing myself for my own sleep.

“I love you Leah, always.”

#woso #leah williamson #lionesses #marry me rn #arsenal wfc #woso community #leah williamson x reader #sarina wiegman #lucy bronze #kiera walsh #angst #rip my mental health

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daydreams-after-dark · 5 months

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Okay but I need another installment of Free Use 3racha cause wtf Sorsha 🥵🥵🥵🤪

3racha, free use… just some thoughts 3/♾️

this is not a storyline, just hard thoughts and drabbles.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

⚠️ MDNI / smut

// Dollification // CW reader dressed up as a doll. Penetrative sex (all holes), cum dump, squirting, body worship, aftercare, role play, vaginal fingering.

Sometimes Binnie does this thing where he pretends he’s a “dollmaker” and you’re his creation (his “doll”) and he dresses you up pretty, then shares you with his friends Chan and Jisung.

Tonight he’s made you up in a pretty pink organza layered dress with white thigh high stays ups and cute little white ankle boots that have a bow on top.

He’s got you in full eyelash extensions, perfect makeup with rosie cheeks and crimson lips. He’s even popped a wig on you, creating luscious curls that frame your face perfectly.

“Such a good doll. So perfect.” He whispers as his plush lips brush your powdered cheeks. “You’ll be played with real soon, my pretty little bunny.”

You don’t move. You don’t react. You just lay on the bed where Changbin has set you up and stare into the middle distance with unfocused eyes.

You hear the front door open. Chan and Jisung are home. Then whispers in the hallway outside the bedroom.

Your little crotchless panties are soaking as you anticipate how the three of them might play with you.

You see them enter the bedroom. Jisung looks beyond excited to see you on display so pretty. Chan sucks in a breath and rakes his eyes over you.

“What a pretty little doll.” He says as he strips off his clothes. You don’t react even though you know he’s completely naked.

Jisung climbs on the bed next to you. He’s naked too. “So pretty.” He whispers in a deep, husky voice. He strokes your cheek, and drags his thumb along your bottom lip. “You’ve done well, Changbin. You know why I love dolls so much?” He tugs your mouth open. “They don’t need to breathe.” He chuckles.

“They don’t answer back either.” Chan adds pumping his cock.

“Can I fill up her mouth, Bin?” Jisung turns to Changbin who looks like he’s a proud inventor. “You can do whatever you want to her. I’ve made her robust, and she is easily wiped clean.” He says proudly.

“Is that so?” Chan nods impressed. “Mind if I explore her parts?”

Jisung quickly climbs onto your chest and takes your face in his hands. He whispers as he rubs his leaking cock head along your lip. You drop your jaw open, allowing Jisung to slip his cock into your mouth. He holds you so carefully, like your precious, slowing sliding more and more in with each gentle thrust.

“You’re the perfect size. You fit my cock perfectly. Made for cock, aren’t you?” He pants as he starts to fuck your face. You don’t react, but your eyes water as Jisung builds a relentless rhythm.

Meanwhile, you feel your legs being pried open and Chan curse under his breath. “She’s so wet!” He exclaims.

“She’s self lubricating.” Binnie explains. “Also. If you play with her long enough, and push all the right buttons, she squirts.”

You almost whimper when chan runs his finger through your dripping slit. “Have you fucked her cunt?” Chan asks.

“I haven’t.” Binnie says softly. “Been trying to get her just perfect for all of us.”

“I think you should go first.” Chan shuffles to the side.

Within moments, Changbin is pushing his fat cock into your tight little pussy.

“She takes you well.” Chan observes. “Stretches perfectly, sucks you back in.”

Jisung grips the headboard as he thrusts into you relentlessly, causing you to gag.

Chan picks up your hand and wraps it around his thick, veiny cock and uses it to jerk him off.

You feel so special as your lovers play with you like you’re the best toy they’ve ever owned.

Binnie fucks your pussy perfectly, Chan feels good in your hand, and Jisung, well he’s your favourite cock to choke on.

“I’m fucking coming.” Announces Jisung as he spurts thick ropes of cum into your mouth. You keep your mouth open when he pulls out, dragging saliva and cum out onto your chin. “So messy little plaything.” He grins and kisses your forehead.

Binnie follows, and with a loud growl he cums deep in your cunt.

Over the next few hours they continue to play with you. They take turns trying out your pussy, cumming deep inside you. They fill your mouth again and again with their cum. They flip you over and spank you. They play with your ass with a vibrator. They bend, twist and contort you to suit their needs.

They cut your clothes off so you’re naked and lick every inch of your skin.

You are the best little doll they could have hoped for, letting them do everything they want.

You love it too. The attention. The role play. The feeling of fully submitting to them.

They make you come over and over, and eventually, with Chan buried deep in your ass, Jisung four fingers into your pussy, and Changbin lodged in your throat, you are driven over the edge one final time and squirt all over them.

They take their time to clean you up, running a bath and soaking you. Chan washes your body, Jisung changes the sheets and finds your pyjamas. Changbin makes you a hot chocolate.

They tuck you into bed and curl up beside you. “So we know what buttons to press to make do squirt, babygirl.” Chan grins and kisses your cheek.

You close your eyes knowing that this will be their goal every time they fuck you now.

………

A/n I’ve had dollification on my mind since a little convo with @palindrome969 😘😘😘

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx @chuuchuu1224 @fun-fanfics @wolfennracha

#skz smut #3racha x y/n #3Racha smut #han jisung smut #bang chan x reader #Changbin smut

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zorosdimples · 4 months

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꒰ OKKOTSU YUUTA X ITADORI YUUJI X READER ꒱

minors do not interact—i will block you! cw: threesome, anal, cunnilingus; reader has a vagina. note: brief okkoita fluff—but make it sexual (thank for rotting my mind @yutaleks❕)

None of you are going to last long.

It’s impossible, you think to yourself, as you ride Yuuji’s flushed face. Rolling your hips with fuzzy, heavy-lidded contentment, you watch Yuuta prep the younger man with three lithe fingers that glisten with lube and desire.

Bone-deep devotion licks its way up your spine and curls around your ribcage, prying open your chest and settling in your heart. Witnessing your partners love one another—and you, by extension—fills you with a giddy delirium more precious than gold. Ambling honey fills your lungs and makes each breath cloying.

Pleased with his work, Yuuta positions himself and teases Yuuji’s stretched hole with his cockhead. He eases inside with careful, measured strokes, cool digits rubbing soothing circles onto Yuuji’s freckled hips. Muffled whimpers and moans sound beneath you, resonating in your core to send quaking tremors through your limbs.

Just as you lose balance and begin to tip forward, Yuuta catches you in an embrace; your lips surge to meet his in a sloppy kiss with too much tongue. You share a breathless chuckle—forehead to forehead—when your teeth click together.

When your mouths finally part, Yuuta presses Yuuji’s knees to his shoulders, folding him in half. Yuuta fucks hard and deep, jet mane falling over his face. Caught up in his own euphoria, the man beneath you parts from your pussy to babble demandingly: “M-more, hard—harder, faste—”

“Yuuji.”

The endearment (reserved for only the tenderest moments) is clipped and authoritative; it holds little of Yuuta’s usual warmth and softness. His eyes are harsh, a rogue, unforgiving wave amidst a calm sea. It’s a pointed warning: finish what you started. And it’s effective. Yuuji swallows a whine and flushes mottled rose down to his collarbone, a picture of unfettered need.

You reach a hand back to tug at Yuuji’s dusty strands, grinding down on his face. You gasp his name as he suckles on your folds and plays with your entrance before returning to your clit. A pleased hum rumbles Yuuta’s pale chest.

“Good boy,” he praises while pushing his hair back. “Keep it up and I’ll fill your cute ass.”

(Yuuji’s hole flutters at the thought.)

Yuuta has always been the most composed of you three: polite, intelligent, kind, pragmatic. But there’s a vulnerability that you and Yuuji coax out of him; you encourage him to live in the moment, to abandon decorum and to lose himself in pleasure. And if his creased brow and ragged breath is anything to go by, he’s clinging to composure by a thread.

The air is stifling—heady and ripe with the heat of three intertwined bodies, each seeking their own end. Yuuta thrusts and Yuuji licks and you ride until it feels like your thighs are going to give out. When Yuuji finally slips a few fingers into your heat and suckles gently on your clit, you fall apart at the seams, arousal coating his hot, greedy tongue.

After wriggling free from Yuuji’s bruising hold, you climb off of his face and grasp his neglected cock. It’s heavy in your hand and mauve at the tip; when you tug his foreskin down, you’re rewarded with a fat pearl of pre. You lean down and hold his gaze through wet eyelashes as you press a wet kiss to his tip. Then, you settle beside him, whispering filth in his ear (loud enough for Yuuta to hear and nearly orgasm to).

Only moments after you begin stroking his shaft, Yuuji crests with a throaty cry. In the aftermath, he seeks the warmth of your lips. Yuuta enjoys the scene—his two lovers with tears shimmering on their cheeks, messily swapping spit—before spilling his seed. He fucks Yuuji through his high until his spend drips into a frothy pool on the sheets.

You relax into Yuuji’s side and smear kisses against his neck before resting your eyes. Movement on the bed causes you to stir; two men hover over your prone form, fisting their still-throbbing cocks.

“You didn’t think we were done—did you?”

#a little smut before i make my return to the dash…#i feel like i’ve been gone forever so i hope y’all are still interested in this #short but sweet ig????? or spicy. whatever #moresomes are not my forte so pls be kind!#yuuta <3 #yuuji <3 #yuuji x reader #yuuta x reader #jjk smut #okkoita #༄ kae writes

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misseviehyde · 6 months

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I HAVE NEVER

It was your bullying step-brothers idea to play a game. You just wished you'd never listened...

Jordan was the bane of your life. He was stronger, taller and more attractive than you. He seemed to take a perverse delight in ruining everything in your life and when you finally got a girlfriend you could sense his jealousy.

You weren't worried though. Jenna was sweet, delightful and funny. She hated 'Alpha-Males' like Jordan and was deeply in love with you. She was best-friends with your twin sister Kate as well and the three of you got on so well.

One day the three of you were hanging out when Jordan entered the room carrying a bottle of vodka.

"Hey nerds," he grinned, "wanna play a game with me?"

"Not really Jordan, go away," sighed Kate folding her arms under her small breasts and glaring at him. "You're such a douchebag, we don't want to play anything with you."

"Awwww, what's the matter? Don't wanna have some fun?"

Placing the bottle down, Jordan opened it and grabbed four shot glasses. He poured out the vodka. "Come on losers, I'm bored and this will be fun. I bet you pathetic dweebs have never played 'I have never'."

I didn't want to play anything with Jordan, but strangely I found myself being drawn towards the shot glass the same as my girlfriend and my sister.

"That's it losers - you can't resist playing with me. In fact - you can't resist doing everything I say from now on."

A strange befuddlement seemed to throb through my head as my hand closed on the glass. I could see Jenna breathing heavily and Kate as well as they grabbed their glasses.

"Now then bitches, I'm gonna say something and if you have never done it before, you have to drink and then do the thing I'm saying."

"Th...that's not how... the game... works," groaned Jenna struggling to speak as a strange lethargy swept through her.

"It's how my version works losers - now then. I have never had my tits enhanced."

A strange tingle ran through all three of us and I found the vodka rising to my lips. I drank it and placing it down watched Jordan fill my glass back up.

The fiery vodka burned my throat and then my chest began to ache. I looked down and watched in horror as my t-shirt began to bulge and swell. My nipples were rock hard as my pectoral muscles bulged out and then became soft pliable flesh. Two round, perfect globes swelled out - big fat fake tits causing my t shirt to rip and tear. I could hear female moans next to me and saw that my sister and girlfriend were undergoing a similar transformation.

"H...how?" groaned Kate as she cupped her massive new tits. She had been relatively flat chested before, but now she had a fine pair of teenage milkers and she looked great.

"Just a little magic to spice things up," grinned Jordan. "All three of you look so much better with this big tits. Now then 'I have never shaved my pussy bare."

I felt the vodka rising to my lips again and I drank it. My cock tingled and a delicious feeling of inversion and sucking seemed to happen. My crotch was now flat and smooth - a pretty pink pussy where my cock used to be.

"Haha, this is cool," laughed Jordan. "Now then, I have never worked my booty out to become a PAWG."

All three of us drank again and my whole body ached. I could feel my ass swelling up and my body shrinking. Toned muscles rippled under my skin as my hips cracked out. I looked at Kate and Jenna - they looked like hot little gym bunnies now just like I did.

"Okay sluts - you're looking good, but we can do even better. I have never had hair extensions, fake nails, eyelashes and a tan."

My body ached and as I raised the vodka to my lips again I saw I now had cute white nails and smooth tanned skin. My short hair was now long and blonde, I could feel it tickling my shoulders. Long slutty lashes projected from my eyes and I could taste lipstick on my transformed face.

I had nearly become fully female.

"Yeah, that's it bitches - you look so much better. The bottle is nearly empty. How about one final round? I have never been a horny, popular, bitchy slut who only likes hung Alpha-males."

All three of us drank, the empy glasses tumbling from our hands as we shook and giggled. My pussy throbbed and my brain ached as I felt new urges and desires pulse through me.

I'm a slut... I'm a bitch... I'm popular. I wanna fuck Jordan, I love being a slut for him... ohhh fuck yeah.

My clothing transformed as did Kate and Jenna's. All three of us were now dressed in sexy lingerie. The three of us were mean little size queens now, sluts for bully cock. I felt my pouty pink lips twist into a dumb grin as I played with my hair.

"Like... I am sooooo drunk and I'm fucking horny. Jordan, please will you like let us suck your cock?"

Jordan smiled and unzipping his fly flopped out his big fat cock. Me and my slutty friends sank to our knees, our mouths wet. Mmmmmh, he was so good to us.

"Fuck yes. My step-sis and her slutty friends. This is such a better configuration," he crowed. "Maybe one day I'll turn you back so you can appreciate how much of a slut you were for my cock. Then I'll turn you back into this bitch - she's better than you ever were."

I had no idea what my hot step-brother was going on about. I was too busy sinking my cherry pink lips around his big cock and starting to suck as Jenna began to rim Jordan and Kate kissed and made out with him.

Glug... glug... glug...

THE END

"Mmmmmh, that's it girls - I have never had a threesome before and this is gonna be a blast..."

As I felt Jordan's cock slide deep down my slut throat, I gurgled happily. Mmmmmh, I loved playing games with him...

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #corruption #m2f transformation #bully #m2f corruption

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tyxoxo · 1 year

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RxLuSTx0_

pairing: jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut, cam couple!jeno/reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: pwp, degrading, erotic asphyxiation/breath play (choking, headlocks/chokeholds), facefucking/throat fucking, spitting, slapping, near unconsciousness, reader wears eyelash extensions (didn’t know if this needed to be mentioned but its necessary to the story trust me!!)

a/n: horny JAIL!!

playlist: deftones - beware • she_skin - 55

“alright baby, tell ‘em what you told me earlier.” jeno’s words were sinfully sweet, filled with excitement to hear you voice your death wish to thousands of people.

“i want you to go as hard as you can on me. don’t. hold. back…” you ended your request with a giggle, knowing the audience got a kick out of your boldness, which would only get stomped in the dirt by your boyfriend later.

currently, the two of you were in your bedroom, only in your underwear: him on the ottoman at the end of the bed, and you sitting back on your heels in between his spread legs, both facing the camera.

the stream had only started minutes prior. the first ten were usually spent sitting leisurely in front of the camera, drinking sips of water to hydrate for the scenes ahead. it was definitely unassuming at first, but once the comments started flooding in, any outsider would realize that this side of the internet was nothing but filth.

you didn’t even have to look behind you to know that jeno sat there, eyeing all of the comments with a smug look of satisfaction, cock growing harder and harder by the second. even if there wasn’t a camera lens to glance at the top of the laptop, you would still be able to sense his anticipation.

raddad234: can’t wait to see you destroy her pretty little mouth today _

vix3n11: what’s daddy have planned for his girl today? so happy to see you two after a long day of work - xoxo

those were just a few of the many subscribers tuning in for the night. just from the sight of your two faces alone, money started pouring in.

01bbyGirl: just sent $50!!

prXncesS666: just sent $25!

“01bbyGirl, prXncesS666, we haven’t even gotten started yet! you’re too kind, thank you so much!!” you attached your hands to your mouth, followed by blowing a kiss to the screen.

jeno’s remained quiet, leaving you to do most of the “thank you’s” for any of the gifts or money sent, as you were more eloquent with your gratitude. truthfully, his job of looking delectable for the camera was more than good enough, and you always made an effort to mention that to him.

he continued to caress your shoulders, slender fingertips tapping along your curved skin ever so often.

“for those of you that just now logged in, i hope you all are having a good day/night, wherever you are. you haven’t missed anything, we’re just waiting on a few more people to join before we get started!”

the viewers continued to rise with every blink:

2,033

3,455

4,550

it was astonishing to say the least. every saturday, at 11pm you felt pampered. so many people—strangers who were obsessed with watching jeno manhandle you for however long he saw fit.

his stamina was never short of amazing, making you dazed, confused, cock drunk…whatever words described your undoing the best.

“repeat it again baby…” jeno’s “strong but silent” façade was wearing thin as the stream progressed. as soon as the night of debauchery began, he would turn into a degrading machine.

just as you set your bottle of water down from taking another sip, you smiled for the camera, eyes fluttering at the upcoming repeat of your death wish.

you looked back at jeno, who’s eyes had already transformed, pupils dilated to the size of a marble.

he smiled at your intentional doe-eyed expression, nodding his head to signal that you should and will repeat it.

“don’t take it back now.” he chuckled after, offering the right amount of lightheartedness. he nuzzled his face into your neck, rubbing his nose up and down the smoothness of your skin. he inhaled deeply, catching the scent of your pleasant perfume.

“i’m nottt. don’t worry…” you giggled, leaning into his feline embrace.

“i’m sure you guys can tell jeno’s excited. reiterating from earlier, i decided that i want him to go as hard as he can on me tonight. no holding back…”

jeno missed the comments that flashed by, as he was too absorbed in wrapping his arms around your neck, lips barely grazing across your warm cheeks.

uKKixo_9: are you sure can handle it babygirl?”

osAkalov3r: woww, you’re such a perfect sub! ur gonna do great! i know you will!!

the ability to read more of the comments were becoming increasingly difficult. it was evident from the fact jeno had strengthened his hold on your head and neck.

he had only did a few chokeholds in the past, but this seemed different.

he was hungry; starved to see you gasping for air at the very start.

the fluorescent colors of the vaporwave inspired chatroom began to melt in front of your very eyes, becoming blurry from his relentless affliction. you immediately brought your hands up to clasp onto his veiny arms, breaths getting hollow with every attempt to wiggle within his broad frame.

“you asked for this. let’s see how good you do.”

his tone had dropped an octave deeper, hitting against the vein that was now bulging from your temple.

he had clearly done this on purpose, catching you off guard like this. you couldn’t even clear your throat, let alone speak. you attempted a shallow breath as he held you in place, saliva bubbling out past your trembling lips.

“if you fucking pass out, i won’t get to use this throat now will i?” he spat against your ear, taking a peek at the chat. a devilish grin spread across his face, resonating through the laptop screen, completely high off of the comments plastering on the screen like bets.

bets to see how long it would take for you to tap out.

you would go against all odds, no matter the sting, no matter the lack of oxygen.

“you make me so fucking hard baby…mmh, all this cock is for you.”

the ability to comprehend anything that came out of his mouth was nearly non-existent. you slammed your eyes shut, hoping to sacrifice your sight for the ability to hear, as the ringing got louder and louder.

as a result, you missed the chat,

1hEllygrrl0: i can’t help but touch myself, this is so hot

kInKstarxx77: you weren’t joking, jesus christ

you were sure your face was contorted into an unsightly expression from the pressure against your entire jaw, but the self-conscious thought didn’t matter. all that mattered was jeno’s love for seeing you struggle from his brute strength.

just as you tried to hook your nails deeper into his arm and claw away at his taut skin, he released, arms flailing back, hitting against the arm rests of the velvet ottoman.

you persevered through the burn surging from your trachea, making sure to keep your teary eyes glued to the screen. chest heaving, ragged breaths escaping from your glossy lips.

now you understood the science behind being addicted to this; head spinning, ears blaring, skin tingling, heart racing.

being on the brink of consciousness felt better than any runner’s high. more fulfilling than a wrestler on steroids.

and you wanted more.

a single, heavy cough from deep within your chest was all that you were allowed to do. as jeno had already hooked a single arm around your neck, this time rising to his feet, and pulling you up to be face-to-face with his bulging cock.

the viewers were no stranger to your boyfriend’s strength, especially the frequent donator’s. every now and then he would gift them with videos of him exercising at the gym, coming up close to his phone screen so people could see the sweat practically streaming down his chest and abdomen.

they all knew he could destroy you.

the chat had an excellent view, now that jeno switched the position of the laptop so everything could be watched from the side. they all tuned in as jeno stood above you, running his fingers through his hair, before taking off his boxer briefs. you used that time to take as many deep breaths as you could, fearing that there wouldn’t be much opportunity left.

his length stood loud and proud against his navel. his girth alone took up most of the view of his chiseled face as you panned your eyes upward.

your star-crossed eyes still showed admiration behind the angst, waiting for his next command.

he was painfully hard, tip pink and leaking down the pulsing veins on his shaft.

there was anything but self-control as he forced your head forward onto his groin, arousal immediately coating your eyelids, balls pressing against your closed mouth. fortunately you were still able to breathe through your nose, as you would grow accustomed to by the time this was over.

he directed your head like a rag doll, smearing your face back and forth across his length.

“she’s gonna let me use this throat any way i want to…isn’t that right baby?”

all you could do was nod violently, not having the power to speak past his balls that were prodding at your lips.

your hands remained on your thighs, clawing at the skin to take your mind off of your own arousal, that was now leaking past your underwear.

jeno peaked over at the laptop, smirking to himself at how pathetic you looked—being controlled like the useless slut you were always meant to be.

he found himself satisfied from that little show, knowing it was time to get down to the real art.

with his left hand still locked onto the back of your head, he pulled you back, enough to give you whiplash from the sudden movement.

“open up. tongue out.”

those four words were all it took for you to obey, letting him guide his tip onto your drooling tongue. he didn’t bother starting off slow; all of the subtlety could be left to rot for all he cared.

he pushed past your lips, tip hitting your uvula in a single blink. you gagged instantly, heaving further onto his length.

his let his head fall back, finding instant gratification in your supposed journey towards resilience.

what a sick joke, jeno thought, as he let out a sigh of relief.

he kept you still for what felt like minutes, eventually using both of his hands to usher you closer to this bare groin.

“be a good fuckdoll…show them you can take it.”

jeno was somewhat surprised you hadn’t tried to back away so soon, but considering the years of training that led up to this point, it had definitely paid off.

though, he could tell when it became too much. the way you began to tap his thighs over and over, was a telltale sign that even your nose breathing didn’t offer invincibility to his wrath.

your taps had turned into slaps, somehow keeping a steady rhythm despite the world spinning around you.

he ignored you, just like you expected.

it felt too good to let you go, especially with the way your tongue spasmed along the underside of his shaft.

you used all the strength you could muster, grasping his thighs and pushing your head back against his palms.

mau5Queen: uh ohh, she’s in trouble now hehe!

a coughing fit ensued as you successfully managed to release yourself. your hands remained on his toned thighs, head staring down at the floor where tiny little puddles of his essence had remained.

he used his left hand to grip your chin, squishing your face together like putty. you held your breath as you met his eyes, brows furrowed in disappointment, lip upturned in a snarl.

the tears that stained your cheeks made a connection with his right palm, a single slap that was enough to make your head turn.

“don’t try to run from me bitch. who said my cock could leave your mouth?” he growled, patience hanging by a thread that would soon snap into seething anger if you didn’t pull yourself together quick.

he grasped his dick once more, attempting to put himself back inside where he belonged.

you purposefully pursed your lips together with a shake of your head, preventing him entry…hoping he would slap you again.

he winded his hand up and brought it down on your cheek as you faced the laptop screen. giggling to the audience, and to your sadist boyfriend that your wish had been granted.

a scornful smile adorned his face, with only the nose-down of his figure being available to the camera, which made it all the more hotter.

you kept your head facing the camera as he finally found himself inside, knowing he loved the sight of his dick poking through your cheek from this position. for once, he thrusted slowly, letting his cock slip out with a pop, occasionally directing his tip to rub against the corners of your mouth.

you kept your hands locked behind your back to show obedience as he continued his playful actions like constant rewinds on a videotape. your saliva and his precum formed a delicious elixir, decorating your breasts in a lustrous shine.

“turn towards me, i wanna fuck this pretty little face…” he whispered into the cold air. you complied, opening your mouth wide.

this was considered take 2 as he started up again. you made an effort to maintain eye contact this time, wanting to witness his looks of pleasure.

he was unreal, managing to rough you up with so much finesse, keeping you hungry for more.

the disgusting sounds of him fucking your throat not only filled the room, but the ears of all of your viewers. you wished to read more, but keeping your eyes locked on jeno was more rewarding.

his mouth hung open, tongue darting out to lick along his upper lip every time you bobbed your head to match his momentum.

he reached one hand down to cup underneath your jaw and the other to rest on top of your head. this headlock was rare, only on the special occasions that he knew he would reserve all of his cum for just your mouth.

your eyes started to burn as he used his middle finger to prop your eyelid up as high as it could go, the air from his thrusts brushing against your cornea. the most fucked out expression you could ever make, was there for all to see. wearing eyelash extensions was clearly a mistake, as you felt them detach one by one from his harsh pull on the delicate skin.

“look at you…so fucked up, just for me.” he choked up the words, feeling his orgasm approaching in the pit of his stomach.

now you felt numb, not even realizing that your eyes had rolled back into your sockets.

your chest had grown tight, body going slump from the spent ability to breathe in through your nose. your ears rang louder than ever before, a sign that this may be the last you would ever hear for a while.

“i’m almost there, fuck!!”

with one final thrust, jeno flooded your mouth with his cum, a string of groans overpowering the sounds of it bubbling inside your abused throat. spurts of milky white stirred you from the light that almost consumed you.

“drown in my fucking cum…”

he backed out in a flash, watching you stumble backwards onto the floor.

your sprawled body was just out of view, leaving the chat to wonder if you really were unconscious.

you weren’t, but lying there for a while sounded the most appealing.

prXncesS666: is she dead wtf?

//tagging: @glitchfiles @jasminexox5

lmk if you want a part 2 of aftercare/subspace, cuz this was pretty hardcore sksksk.

#jeno smut #lee jeno smut #jeno x reader #jeno hard hours #jeno x you #nct dream smut #feedback is appreciated <3 #just realized i missed adding fem!reader #just fixed it :))

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icanseethefuture333 · 1 year

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PAC: How you see your appearance vs how other people percieve your beauty 🤍

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"I see your true colors shining through. . . And that's why I love you 🌈"

Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Platform Shoes by Slayyyter

Splish Splash by DreamDoll ft. Cupcakke

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

Ace of Water, The Emperor, & Seven of Water "Illusion"

You are just tooooo cute, Pile 1 💞! Literally the embodiment of sugar, spice, and everything nice. I feel like you are a very cute and adorable person. Your appearance could be feminine and clean. I'm thinking of the pink, coquette aesthetic. I also see glossy lips, nail sets, and long eyelashes (you could wear extensions or need to go get them filled in again). You see yourself as gentle and caring. You may think you are fragile or dainty? Or resemble characters from those 2000s movies or you remind people of a novel love interest. Your style could be either soft, mcbling, or y2k, possibly a mixture of them all. You could use like childhood movies, stuffed animals, or shopping for comfort or as a coping method. There is also something unique about your appearance, perhaps you have beauty mark, freckles, a crooked tooth, round cheeks, etc. You have something that makes you stand out! Which is really cool :D! How people percieve your beauty - they think you are unreal somehow? They think you are like "Hollywood star" beauty. Even though you are not "perfect" it makes you likeable and relatable. For those who have a social media influence or popular regarding to their school, hometown, etc. Some might even wonder if you had plastic surgery done. Also for those wondering if you'd look good with plastic surgery - yes you would! I'm not seeing anything too extreme as regards to plastic surgery but for those who like the "bimbo" look they could totally rock it. Or you are able to transform yourself with makeup. People who identify as more masculine or men find you so attractive. You could be popular amongst mascfems, studs, or men who are comfortable with their masculinity. It's giving "my girl can wear whatever she wants because I know how to fight". For any men reading this 🥰 I feel like people are so in awe or you! Like you would be the prettiest man anyone has ever seen in their life. (Clarified by The Moon. Faking It by Sasha Alex Sloan). Aw you really are a sensitive person deep down, pile 1. I feel like not many get to see you when you are down or know about the late nights you stayed up crying. You may have had your heart broken before or had your heart broken by someone more than once (I'm so sorry :(!). I feel like when you have your moments of depression or feel sadness you feel really self conscious. So you could use makeup as a mask to cover to what you're feeling down. You don't have to fake a smile or portray being happy, baby. Try to practice some self care and focus on your inner beauty when you feel deep down. Spend time with a trusted friend and tell then what's been on your mind. Practicing affirmations and mirror work can also help past wounds. Take care of that precious, tenderheart of yours my little carebear 🐻!

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

I Am Who Am (Killin' Time) by Mac Miller ft. Niko Randa

Wake Up by Logic ft. Lucy Rose

Wife You Up by Russ

King of Fire, Adjustment, & The Sun

Pile 2, I feel that you are a natural beauty! You're not one for wearing lots of makeup or styling your hair too much. I see that you just really like to be comfortable. For how you view yourself, you could really like your facial structure :)! Your cheekbones might be defined or you have a nice jawline. On a typical day to day, your everyday style would consist of your hair pulled up into a ponytail or bun, wearing sweats, or a t shirt and jeans. You could also be a hard worker or your job requires you to have shifts early in the morning. For some of you in this pile, you could work in a café and make coffee, tea, boba, smoothies, or anything to do with drinks. People at your job love coming to you because you give great customer service. Also they see you as "girl/boy next door type". A friendly, good citizen. For how others percieve your beauty - they think your features are balanced and harmonious. Perhaps your face is quite symmetrical or your beauty feels familiar. You also have a very radiant smile or your laugh could be unexpected! You are a very bright and charming person ☀️! (Clarified by Four of Earth "Stability". Baby Girl by Chloe x Halle) I feel that you have been putting off a dream or haven't been paying attention to your inner child. pile 2. What have you done for yourself lately? You should take a break and focus on doing some fun activities to take care of your spirit. You are very generous towards others but seem to neglect your own needs sometimes! Try to go for a nice walk or be in nature, it'll do you some good! Also don't be afraid of being silly, you don't have to be so serious all the time. Perhaps doing volunteer work at a children's school or museum could let your playful side come out to play. Your inner child also wants to do some coloring or dancing. For some people in this pile, leap frog could be significant or a favorite childhood game 🐸.

Pile 3:

Shufflemancy -

Stretch You Out by Summer Walker ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Masquerade by Siouxxie Sixxsta

Test Drive by Ariana Grande

Two of Earth "Change", Nine of Water "Joy", & Nine of Earth "Gain"

This pile is very specific. I'm seeing dark hair, dark eyes, and fair to medium skintones. Your hair could be straight and black or dark brown (some of you have dyed your hair a wine red). Your eyes are almond shaped and your eyebrows are arched. If you identify as feminine, you really give off like 2014 ig baddie vibes, pile 3! Some of you could be black, Hispanic/Latin, or Southeast Asian descent. I'm reminded of those tiktoks of girls doing "chicana" makeup, so that could be how you like to do your makeup. For the fellas, you could have nice eyebrows, and a moustache that compliments your full lips. I feel very strongly that you have Scorpio, Sagittarius, or Virgo in your big 3. For how you view yourself, you don't like to stick with one look, you are always changing up your appearance 😂. I feel like when you are sticking to one thing for too long you're like "ugh I need to dye my hair" or "I need a new tattoo". You always have a different style. You like to switch it up every now and then. For how others see your beauty, they see you as very abundant! You may wear high quality jewelry (diamond earrings, gold necklace, etc.), luxury brands, and expensive shoes (some people here are sneakerheads 👟). They could admire as well that you're generous with your wealth and you could do a lot or provide for your family. (Clarified by Four of Water "Comfort". Again by P-Lo, E-40, & LaRussell). Some of you could like to party?! LMAO. In my card there is otters here and I feel that you have a group of friends that you hang out with on a daily basis. Some of you could like to go out clubbing and enjoy drinking alcohol? 😂 You usually have to be responsible in your family but with your friends you get to be the one who can be reckless instead. There's something about a car so if that doesn't resonate with you, either you or your friend take turns being designated drivers. Be careful when driving, pile 3! Have fun rolling with the homies 🚗

Pile 4:

Shufflemancy -

Unique by Miliyah

Smoke Weed Eat P*ssy by Ängie

Roof by Rico Nasty

Four of Fire "Perfection", Ace of Earth, & Four of Air of "Truce"

Pile 4, you are really confident in yourself! I'm seeing that you don't really care what other thinks about how you look and live to please yourself. Your style could be alternative, you have bangs, and your hair has layers. Perhaps you have a mullet, curtain bangs, or a feathered layers. Some of you have your hair dyed with highlights such as green, blue, blonde, etc. For your makeup, your eyeliner could have a thick wing, or you have a signature smokey eye look. You could also like to have wear faux freckles or you have actual freckles. Your lips could often be seen with black lip liner and a signature cherry red lipstick. You could have piercings, I'm seeing specifically a septum piercing, snake bites, or gauges. There could also be a tattoo on your shoulder, forearm, or back, even possibly a sleeve. There could be Aries, Taurus, or Aquarius in your big 3 as well. You could also be apart of the LGBTQ+ community. How people perceive your beauty is that you have a tough exterior but deep down you are a calm and peaceful person. Which is interesting in comparison to your appearance. Your aura is comforting and nice to be around :D! (Clarified by Six of Fire "Success". Falling for U by Peachy!, MXMTOON) This is so cute 🥺! So there is someone who secretly has a crush on you or you have some secret admirers. Possibly someone in your friend or group you interact with on a daily basis. They are super shy around you and wish they could tell you how pretty/handsome that you are ☺️. If you already know who this is and feel the same way, perhaps encourage them a bit or flirt with them so they could confess their feelings 💞 (*sniffles* I ship 🤧😍)

Pile 5:

Shufflemancy -

Use Your Heart - Interlude by SWV

Love You Down by Ready For The World

Freakend by Megan Thee Stallion

The Empress, Ace of Water, & Temperance

Okay Pile 5, I know this is tired and old but... Mommy? Yes. Mommy? Yes. I cannot 😭 Some of you could give off milf vibes and you know this. You are either mature for your age or this pile is for my ladies in their 30s and up (It's giving "Damn Ms.Parker finer than a motherf*cker, I'd knock the dust OFF that p*ssy!" 😂😂😂). This Pile is very feminine and sensual. Your body could be very curvaceous 😏 body shaped like a figure 8 fr. Your lips could be plump and kissable as well 😚. If you identify as a masculine (either pronouns, style, gender, etc). You are just a very beautiful man. You could possibly get babied by the female figures in your life lol. Perhaps you have older sisters or a lot of women in your family. You just appear as the people would say "written by a woman". You could like to wear long flowy dresses, heels, cardigans, blouses, etc. Some people here could love the 80s/90s aesthetic. I'm visualizing somebody with big fluffy curls. Also you could attract partners who are younger than you or crave someone who is maternal in their life 🥴. (Clarified by The High Priestess. So Much More by Xaiver Omär) For how people perceive your beauty, you are down to earth, and just naturally stunning. You could have a good heart as well and possibly do some sort of service for the community. You could be great with kids or love animals as well. Religion or spirituality is significant in your life. So your devotion to God or your faith in the spiritual realm is admirable. People find you wise and want to gain knowledge from your life lessons. I feel that some of you may worry people only consider you just a pretty face with a nice body but that's far from the truth. The people who do appreciate you think you are so kind and memorable to them. Also if you ever feel insecure or lonely, your spirit guides want you to know how much they love you. So if you ever need someone to comfort you in a time of need, call upon your deities, angels, etc.

Pile 6:

Shufflemancy -

Girls by Kid Cudi ft Too $hort

Single by The Neighbourhood

겨울 탓 (Winter) by SAAY ft. Woo

The Tower, Eight of Earth "Circumspection", & Ace of Air

Trigger warning

This is interesting. So Pile 6, I see that your appearance actually makes you feel stress or turmoil at times. You could be really self conscious about how you look. For some of you, you could have experienced some sort of traumatic event, or had an injury which drastically caused for you to change. For example, you could have burn scars, large bruises, etc. Some other messages coming through that your self image is warped due to experiencing some sort of abuse (either from a partner, bullying at school, etc). I am really sorry for everything you're going 🥺! I wish you healing and hope you can grow to learn to like how you look. Just know that what other people said or done to you is never your fault and just projecting their own self hatred and insecurities onto you. Now to talk about your physical traits that stand out. You have wavy light brown hair, brown to hazel eyes, and textured skin (sun spots, freckles, wrinkles, etc). For how people perceive your beauty, I see you have some supporters who find your story very motivational. People in your family know the hard work and the steps you took in order to survive and they commend you for it. This is a selective message for only of a few of you but your ancestors have been with you since the beginning of your journey. In this card there is a family of elephants, animals who are known to never forget. Your guides want you to remember the people who did you wrong but also learn to not hold grudges because it will hinder your growth. Practicing journaling, shadow work, and using prompts could help improve your self esteem and provide clarity as to why you have such negative thoughts about your appearance. Also maybe asking your loved ones what makes you beautiful could you help a boost of condience. (Clarified by Mother of Earth. Glitch by Buddy ft. Tinashe) I feel as you get older, you are going to appreciate yourself, your life, and the lessons it had for you. I'm even seeing as you age you will look even more beautiful! One day your will develop wrinkles in the corner of your eyes and see gray hairs at your roots but you will find yourself to be happy about it. Gratitude is a big thing here. The reason why it's because you have to think about not many people live a long life so the fact that you will be blessed to do that, is amazing! Also for some of you I could see that you will look into manifestation. Perhaps you will use law of attraction, subliminals, or affirmations to work on your confidence and feeling more beautiful. You will start trusting your intuition and experiencing "glitches" in the matrix. You will see life doesn't have to be so hard or always be difficult, there can be wonderful moments as well.

Pile 7:

Shufflemancy -

January 28th by J. Cole

AMERICAN GURL by Kilo Kish

EARTHA by Jamila Woods

Six of Air "Knowledge", Five of Air "Conflict, & The Hermit (reversed)

Pile 7, I feel that you are just now acknowledging how beautiful you are! Perhaps you went through a period of being a wallflower or were very shy. You are coming out of your shell and taking steps in embracing your beauty :D! Awesome! Your appearance could be very ethereal. I'm getting that you have features that stand out and you are beautiful with an eclectic style. I'm reminded of like a alien or stars in the galaxy (some of you could be interested in starseeds, sci-fi, or conspiracy theories). This message could be only for some but there was either a friend or ex partner that you had in your life that was jealous of you. They would put you down so you wouldn't feel confident in yourself (Yuck! What a hater 🙄). This caused you to feel self conscious and out of place but now you are taking back your power. You are realizing this person was just projecting their own issues onto you. If this person is still in your life, I highly advise that you cut this person off! They don't wish to see you happy or succeed. I am sure you know who this person is as well. (Clarified by The Star. Vamp by Father ft Tommy Genesis) Oh yeah this person is gonna be fucking miserable 😂. You are gonna experience a huge glow up, Pile 7! I feel like this person has been giving you the evil eye and your spirit guides are not playing that shit. They are gonna get what's coming to them for trying to dim your light and sabotage you. The energy vampire will be gone 🧛🏽‍♀️! You are going to be healing your self esteem and from the past wounds people have inflicted onto you. You get to shine bright and be the star that you are my lovely, pile 7 🌠 Congratulations!

Pile 8:

Shufflemancy -

BIBI Vengeance by BIBI

Icy by Kim Petras

Do You? By Troyboi

The Magus, The High Priestess, & Mother of Air

Pile 8, honestly you are cool as fuck 😎! You could be a model or into fashion, if not, you totally should to start pursuing something along those lines of a career because you have such a chic aura! I'm seeing that you could have sleek hair, slanted eyes, and a prominent facial structure. I'm being reminded of models like Sora Choi and Anok Yai. You could have cool toned skin and wear colors that contrast well with your undertones. You have almost like a ice queen/king presence. People could be intimidated by your presence or find you very intriguing. You could have a popular social media presence or would be eventually be big on the internet. I believe you are aware that because of your appearance it could be marketable or know your looks could attract financial wealth. For how others perceive your beauty; They consider you mysterious, smart, and strong. (Clarified by Two of Air "Equilibrium". DICTATOR by REI AMI.) I'm being reminded of Azula from The Avatar: The Last Airbender. She was raised to be a weapon by her father but was just only a teenager. She began to crack under pressure and suffered a mental breakdown in the dual with her brother Zuko and Katara. You could have a duality to yourself. On the outside, you are stoic and regal - but deep down you could be sentimental and nervous. You could be nostalgic about some things in your life and possibly worry about if you are making the right decisions. Some of you could have parents with strong expectations as well. Please don't be so hard on yourself, pile 8! It's okay to make mistakes for that is how we learn. I know it can be scary to be vulnerable but try to let others in and get to know you for the real you. You could have a avoidant attachment and often doubt others when they try to show their love for you. You don't trust many people and either stay alone or only have a few close friends that you adore. I'm seeing also that you are artistic and have a strong work ethic. For some of you, you could have anxiety, which affects your mental health. Try to pick up a hobby to help calm you down or ease those racing thoughts of yours. Being in nature, socializing with animals, or going to a art class could be helpful or significant to some of you.

Pile 9:

Shufflemancy -

Press Your Number by Taemin

Deja Vu by ATEEZ

Pretty by FAKY

Daughter of Fire, Ace of Fire, & Wheel of Fortune

Omg pile 9, you are my hotties 🥵😍!!! You know you're the shit and nobody could tell you different (period!). You really have the mindset of being the "main character" and live life to the fullest. You could have short hair, buzzcut, or part of your head is shaved while the rest of it is long (Word to Doja: "Lost a lil' weight, but I ain't never lost a tushy. Lookin' good, but now my bald head match my 🐱"). You could also have a prominent nose, plump lips, darker skin, piercings (eyebrow, nose, or lip? Possibly all 3!), and a tummy pouch (you could have a belly button piercing too). Some of you could be proud of your booty or like to twerk, don't matter the size 😂. You wear bangles, crystals, waistbeads, and gold hoops. As for your style you dress like it's summer all the time. You could wear tube tops, crop tops, denim shorts/capris, baggy jeans, flip flops, and sneakers. You could get compliments a lot and be told that your style is "fresh". For how people perceive your beauty, they think you are lucky, blessed, and a joy to be around! I'm getting a vision of someone rub their hands 👏🏽. So people want to rub off some of your luck. NSFW but some people want to feel up on you 😂. They think your skin looks radiant and soft or want to touch your curves/muscles. (Clarified by The Sun. Going Off by P-Lo) Idk why I'm hearing "Step outside hoe. Step outside!" 🤣 You are enjoying your freedom and letting loose. You could be the type of person people always see on social media traveling places or partying. If any of you still live with your parents, y'all are stressing your mfin' parents tf OUT 😭💀! You could have to sneak out or lie about where you're going with a cover up outfit just to go places. You get away with a lot though because of how much they love you 😮‍💨 I'm getting some of you could be the youngest child. Your family think you can be a knucklehead but they love your energy and you make them laugh and smile during the hard times. Also this could be a message for a select few but some of y'all need to stop getting into fights or arguments 😭! Please learn to pick and choose your battles lol. Make sure to handle your substances responsibly (Mary Jane by Rick James came on so if you guys like to smoke weed or drink alcohol, be careful of your surroundings 😅!).

#pac #pick a card #tarot #tarot reading #tarot cards #pick a card reading #witchcraft #astrology #wicca #Spotify

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pollymorgan · 2 months

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Coach Negan Part 3

Warnings: Negan is still Negan, hot fingering under the table.

When I straightened my skirt and put on my bra again, Negan, already half dressed, holds out my blouse to me. I slip into the sleeves and watch as he slowly buttons it up for me. He seems quite focused and I take the opportunity to study him thoroughly. His hair falls a little in his face, his eyelashes are long and thick, and I want to kiss his full lips again immediately. I study every little scar, wrinkle, pore, and mole extensively.

None of us says anything. The situation is strangely intimate and makes my heart beat wildly. After he finishes the last button, he looks directly at me. His grin is, as always, infectious.

"I'll pick you up tonight at 7 p.m. Wear something nice, I want to take you out to dinner!" he says demandingly, leaving no room for argument.

I nod slightly, but he could have told me anything at that moment and I would have probably agreed.

After a final gentle kiss, I leave the room. In the car, on the way home, I turn up the music and feel damn good. For once, no problems, no stress, no worries. Just the anticipation of a date with a hot guy, after some damn good sex with that same hot guy.

Arriving home, I take a long bath and rummage through my closet - once again - for suitable clothing. I decide on a short black dress that I've only worn once before. I haven't worn it since my 'almost-husband' commented that a mother doesn't wear 'such things'. So, the perfect outfit for tonight. As they say, 'Now more than ever'! Combined with loose waves, subtle makeup, and black high heels, I feel pretty comfortable in my skin.

I take my time getting ready. When was the last time I took so much time for myself? With household chores, marital discord, financial worries, and child care, that had fallen by the wayside. So, it's not surprising that I don't realize how time flies. Just as I'm applying my lipstick, I startle because the doorbell suddenly rings. Startled, I look at the clock. It's exactly 7 p.m. I automatically start to smile and quickly finish applying my lipstick. Then I quickly head down the stairs with a slight flutter in my stomach. I take a deep breath and then confidently open the front door.

Negan holds a bouquet of white lilies in his hand and, of course, looks stunning in his thin leather jacket, with the rest of his outfit all black. I slowly start to feel that he looks better with each of our encounters.

He leans his upper body back and lets his dark eyes roam over my body, biting his lower lip. "Wow! Holy shit, you look hot.." he observes in his usual charming way.

I look critically at my watch. "Right on time!" I remark amused.

"Of course, I've been counting down every damn minute until it's finally 7 p.m..".

I roll my eyes theatrically, but inwardly find it extremely sweet to hear such a comment from him. As he hands me the bouquet, I sarcastically ask if he always pays women with flowers for sex. His smile tells me that I might not be far off with my assumption.

"I guess they need water!" Determined, I go back into the house and leave the door open, assuming Negan will follow me. And I'm right, as I try to fish a vase out of the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard, I feel his gaze without turning around. He has such a presence that I sense him without seeing him.

As I clearly hear him approaching me, my pulse immediately quickens again. With one hand he grasps my hip and with the other effortlessly takes the vase out of the cupboard.

"Thank you!" I say quietly as he presses his body against mine.

"Not for that, believe me, there will be plenty of other things you can thank me for today!". I feel his warm breath on my neck as he speaks.

Desperately, I try to keep myself under control and fill the vase with water without responding to his comment.

I notice how he slowly releases me and immediately miss the feeling of his warm, strong body against mine.

His hands rest on my thigh and slowly move higher. I have to support myself on the counter to keep from swaying. Why does this damn guy have such power over my body and me? I don't have much time to think about it. His touches cloud my senses.

Negan grabs the hem of my short dress and slowly pulls it up higher until my butt is completely exposed. I immediately feel the cold air on my bare skin. After a tormentingly long moment where I hear or feel nothing from Negan, he starts tracing the contours of my black thong.

With a quiet but firm voice, he says, "Did you choose this pretty piece just for me? Sweetheart, I wouldn't even have to take it off of you. I could just slide that little piece of fabric to the side and slide my cock into your perfect pussy. Mmm, how would that be...?"

With each of his words, the tingling in my lower abdomen and the flush in my cheeks intensify. I struggle between 'do it now' and 'not so fast'. After gathering my thoughts for a moment, I turn decisively to him. His gaze immediately captivates me. With a satisfied smile on his face, he says, "I love how damn red your sweet cheeks get when I turn you on."

I swallow hard and then say, as nonchalantly as possible, "I thought you wanted to go out to eat?"

"Oh, screw it. Let's order pizza and then fuck all night..."

I pull my dress back down and try to avoid his gaze, trying to maintain at least some self-control.

"Counterproposal, we go out to eat, because anticipation is supposedly the greatest pleasure, and then we come back here and fuck all night..." Then I confidently pass by him, towards the exit.

"Are you coming?" I call out, already feeling a little proud of myself.

The car ride is strangely quiet. Negan stares intently at the road, and I could swear he's a little miffed that his plan didn't go as smoothly as he wanted.

We stop at a small, unassuming Italian restaurant on a street corner. Briefly, I wonder how many women he has taken here before? But I quickly push those thoughts aside. This is about having fun, and even if that's the case, so what? In this arrangement, there should be no room for jealousy and negative feelings. I've had enough of those lately.

Negan opens the passenger door and helps me out of the car. As we walk into the restaurant, he grips my hip possessively, and when the waiter greets us, his grip tightens even more.

"Do you have a quiet corner for us? We had a pretty stressful day..." he says to the waiter, who nods understandingly.

What does he mean by 'quiet corner'? Is he afraid of being seen with me? Did he not want to leave the house for that reason, even though it was his idea to go out for dinner? I look at him questioningly as we follow the waiter through the small, winding restaurant. But the only response from Negan is a brief wink and a kiss on my cheek. What's all this about?

We take a seat at a table in a small alcove on a bench.

"Would you like something to drink?" the waiter asks, after making sure the table is okay.

Without waiting for my response, Negan orders two glasses of Chianti wine.

As the waiter disappears with the order, I sigh irritably. "Maybe I don't even drink red wine?"

Amused, Negan shakes his head and places his warm hand on my bare thigh, causing me to flinch slightly. Damn, I hope he didn't notice how sensitive I am to his touch. I don't want to completely give him the upper hand. But it's proving to be more complicated than I thought.

"But you do," he replies curtly.

"How would you know that?" I ask, already feeling a bit annoyed.

"Every damn time you recommend that one wine when you cook Italian on Instagram. So either everything on social media is just for show, or you should feel a little caught, Miss...", he trails off.

Wow, now I'm completely speechless. So he really studied my profile. I can't figure this man out at all, and the more time we spend together, the more mysterious he becomes. But also more and more interesting.

"Okay, caught..." I respond resignedly, unable to think of anything else to say. I'm somewhat relieved when the situation is interrupted by the waiter, who sets down two glasses of red wine in front of us.

I quickly grab my glass and clink it against Negan's. "Well then, here's to a pleasant evening!"

He picks up his glass and clinks it against mine again. "And to the next intense climax you're about to have..."

I'm so shocked that I can't say anything and just watch as he takes a big sip from his glass.

Then he leans even closer to me and whispers in a deep voice in my ear, "And now, take off your pretty thong and put it in your handbag. We won't be needing it tonight...!" His words and the gentle tickle of his beard on my skin give me goosebumps, but this can't be serious, can it? We're sitting in a restaurant full of people, and even though our table is quite isolated, we are still in a public place.

"Negan, I... I can't..." I stammer, feeling a bit embarrassed.

But he just grins. "Of course you can, come on!" His lips start to gently touch my neck, and my thoughts once again become hazy.

"Do you want me to touch you?" he asks, running his fingertips gently up and down my thigh.

The only thing I can do now is whisper softly, "Yes."

"Then go ahead..." he demands.

Determined, I take a big sip from my wine glass and then discreetly take off my panties, constantly worried that someone might be watching me. I quickly tuck them into my small black handbag, thankfully placed next to me on the bench.

Finally, I dare to look Negan directly in the eyes again. The candlelight on our table reflects in his eyes, revealing the slight green tint.

He looks at me contentedly. "Wow, very obedient..."

My throat feels so dry that I immediately reach for my glass again, while his hand slowly, but deliberately, moves under my dress.

His fingertips lightly touch my most intimate areas.

"Since seeing you at the damn school, all I can think about is how you feel..." he whispers into my ear, and each of his words sends little electric shocks directly to my lower abdomen.

Negan grabs my inner thigh and slides my right leg over his thigh.

I convince myself that the tablecloth hangs down far enough so that no one can see underneath, at least I hope so. But when his index finger touches my clit, even that becomes secondary. I quickly bite my lower lip to stifle a moan.

But Negan's finger is relentless. He knows exactly what he's doing.

"Fuck, look at you! Do you know how damn sexy you are? Come on, spread your legs even wider..." he commands softly.

Without a second thought, my legs automatically open even wider, and I press my pelvis against him.

"Such a good girl!" he declares satisfied and slides his finger deep inside me. I'm already so wet that he can easily penetrate me.

But just then, the waiter arrives at our table. "Have you decided on your order?"

Instead of stopping what's happening under the table, Negan now penetrates me with another finger. That bastard! I cough loudly to stifle a moan and dig my fingernails deep into his knee.

But his only response is, "I have no damn idea what we should eat... I think the expert should advise us..." as he slowly withdraws his fingers from me, only to start massaging my clit with the perfect pressure.

"I'll have the lasagna, and he will too!" I blurt out.

Negan laughs, "Okay... you heard the lady, lasagna it is!"

Thankfully, the waiter leaves the table.

"You damn bastard!" I say, slightly out of breath.

"Oh, does that mean I should stop?" Negan asks innocently, slowly pulling his hand away. But I catch it in time and hold it firmly.

"Don't you dare!" I threaten him before our lips meet, and we kiss passionately. Then I whisper into his open mouth, "Come on, make me come!“

He carefully observes every reaction on my face as he continues to finger me. His movements become faster and harder, and my lower abdomen tightens repeatedly.

"Come on, sweetie, let go... Come for me now..." he whispers, and those words are enough to trigger a wave-like orgasm in me. Thankfully, he kisses me at just the right moment, otherwise the entire restaurant would probably have heard what was happening under the table.

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SIMPLE AUTUMN GLAM: FAITH’S GUIDE

OVERVIEW

This is a warm, everyday, completely matte look for the autumn season. The focus areas are the eyes, brows and lips.

PRODUCTS

Primer

Baby Powder

Foundation

Concealer

Pressed Powder

Setting Powder

Brow Gel

Brow Pomade

Eyeliner

Lash Glue/ Bonding Glue

Strip Lashes/ Cluster Lashes

Burgundy/ Dark Brown/ Dark Mauve Lipstick

Lip Liner in the same colour

TOOLS

Powder Brush

Beauty Blender

FIRST

Apply a small amount of lip balm to your lips

BASE

Skincare done prior to makeup

Apply primer all over your face

#faithtip: use a powder brush to apply baby powder all over your face

Your face will look ashy and dry after this step, but applying foundation/tinted moisturiser will fix this

Blend it in with a damp beauty blender

#faithtip: dampen your beauty blender with a matte setting spray for easier blending and a longer-lasting matte base

After blending in your foundation/tinted moisturiser, apply a concealer that is only slightly lighter than your skin tone to the inner corner of your under-eye

Place concealer to the end of your under-eyes following the shape of your eyes

Blend it in well with a beauty blender

When blending with the beauty blender, be sure to follow your natural eye shape

Take a powder brush and some pressed powder and apply all over your face

Now, apply setting powder to your under eyes, using a beauty blender, following your eye shape.

Place a line of setting powder under your cheeks

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BROWS

Brush through your brows and shape them with brow gel

Use pomade and a small brow brush to draw a line on the bottom of your eyebrows, following the shape of your brows

Draw a similar line following the shape at the top of tour brows

Fill your brows in within the lines

Brush through your brows again with brow gel

After this, apply concealer under your brows

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Blend this in with a beauty blender

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EYELINER

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But for this step apply glue to strip lashes

Wave the lashes around for a bit so the glue dries a tiny bit and feels a little bit sticky

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CLUSTER LASHES

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Dip them into glue and wipe off the excess

Use tweezers to hold the lashes

Pull the top of your eyelid upwards so you can see underneath your eyelashes

#faithtip Wipe the glue on the part you are applying to then you can dip the lash in glue again before actually placing it underneath your lash

This make the lashes more firm and secure

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You can also apply highlighter to the inner corners of your eyes

Apply in moderation and blend slightly to keep the focus on the eyes and lips.

Now use setting spray (holding it not too close to your face) over your face 3-4 times

LIPS

Apply a dark brown, dark mauve or dark mauve matte lipstick to your lips

Use a slightly darker lip liner to outline your lips

If the lip liner line is harsh, use a brush to create an ombré effect

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In the Evenings

James Potter x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 791

CW: None besides tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: Evenings with James, particularly after a bad day

A/n: Howdy :) Here's a short little blurb today about our lovely Jamie. This is 100% self-indulgent because it's already been a long ass week and I want nothing more than to be cuddled by James Potter

James Potter’s favorite part of the day is going home. Sure, he loves his work and getting to see his friends during lunch, but as they always say, home is where the heart is. And James’ heart is with his beautiful, wonderful partner, who, always arriving home from work shortly before he does, awaits his arrival anxiously. Though he may be teased by Sirius, Peter, and Remus for being whipped, James is never sorry for the quick goodbyes as he rushes to the floo to return home. All he wants to do is hug and kiss you. To intertwine legs at the kitchen table while you share your days over dinner.

He imagines the steam that fills the bathroom due to your hot showers, and how he’ll brush his teeth for a solid ten minutes, just to hear you sing along to the music playing on the tiny, portable radio. He hopes to lay in bed and watch as you move through your extensive skin care routine, and scold him for not doing the same. He’ll hold your hips as you straddle him and smear a series of lotions and serums across his face. And as the night comes to a close, the two of you will lay face to face, inches apart, minty breaths mixing as you share secrets like little kids at a sleepover. When your voice begins to soften, and your pretty little eyelashes start to flutter close, he’ll pull you close, wrapped into his arms and kiss your forehead. In your dreamful sleep you will sigh softly in content, and he hopes things will never change.

So like any other day, as soon as the clock on his desk flips to five, his paperwork is shuffled into a semi-neat pile, his wand is waved once to rearrange his unorderly desk, and James takes long strides past his coworkers to the floo network. Taking a sizable pinch of floo powder, he throws it into the crackling fire and gives directions to return to his cozy cottage in Godric’s Hollow. It is a whir of flames and momentary heat, before James stumbles out of the fireplace into his own home. He wipes his slightly sooty shoes on the rug before the hearth, remembering your many reprimands about dirtying the “precious” carpet.

“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out dramatically.

But instead of being met with a laugh or an excited exclamation of his name, he is met with silence. The kitchen too is quiet and empty, with the delightful smell usually wafting from the stove noticeably missing. He assumes that perhaps you arrived home late, and are merely upstairs changing, and didn’t hear him. But as he climbs the stairs to your shared bedroom, the hall is dark, except for the soft daylight shining through the windows. He calls your name but receives no response.

It is so quiet he almost misses it, but from his bedroom James faintly hears what sounds like a groan. Walking into his bedroom he finally finds you, his missing partner, sprawled across your shared bed face down. Noticeably, you are still in your work clothes, and your shoes are not far from your dangling feet, making him think that you instantly flopped into bed on your arrival home.

“Darling, what are you doing?” He asks.

“Sleeping” you groan.

“Didn’t know you could sleep talk” he jests. Sitting down on the bed beside you, he runs his hands up and down your back.

“I do now” you mumble.

Gently James grabs you by the shoulders and flips you over on your back so that he can look at your face. You squeeze your eyes shut and grumble, “whattttt?”

“Darling, what’s wrong.”

You sigh and slowly sit up, “Really long, terrible day.”

“Awe baby I’m sorry” James sighs. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

You pout your lower lip, “cuddles?”

The raven-haired boy quickly scoops you up into his arms and pulls you onto his lap. He persistently peppers your face with kisses, urging a small giggle out of you.

“There’s that smile,” James grins. “Wanna talk about what happened?”

“Ugh, not really. It was just one of those days where everything goes wrong y’know?”

He strokes some of your stray hairs out of your face as he nods. “Well, now the day is over and you’re back here with me. So why don’t we just relax. I’ll phone in some pizza and we can take a nice, warm bath hmm? Watch your favorite movie too?”

“(Your fav movie)?” You ask, perking up.

James lets out a low laugh, “Of course, just for you darling.”

You give him a happy peck on the lips and then snuggle deeper into his chest.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhmm.”

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omg now that i read the dftr headcanons i can’t stop thinking about r sitting on her bed watching wanda doing her makeup and after a while asking wanda if she can do her makeup too when she’s done. i can imagine wanda being like “really?!” with a cute smile on her face; she doesn't even finish blending the eyeshadow on one of her eyelids when she is already sitting on r's lap asking her to close her eyes and stay still

(seriously dude, i can’t tell you how much i love this fic)

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pretty girl | w. maximoff

summary: sometimes even you and Wanda have your good moments.

warnings (18+): serial killer!reader, stalker!Wanda, strangely fluffy (as soft as they can be, at least), mentions of toxic relationship, drugging, brief somnophilia, brief cockwarming, maybe a hint of innocence kink.

pairing: Wanda x fem!reader

word count: 1k

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Faced with the white light of the square lamp above your head that filled the four walls of the room, your vigilant eyes watched her cautiously. It was as if, in that small moment, the light engulfed and pushed any and all obscurity away from you and Wanda. As if she glowed within your dimness.

Something in the atmosphere was light, like snowflakes sprinkled over your eyelash extensions. Maybe it was the Christmas weather getting closer and closer and the winter zephyrs already around the corner, or even the fact that you and Wanda hadn't exchanged shoutings and swearings in about a week and a few more days beyond that, and for a while you had that appetizing taste of a truly healthy relationship branching out between you. Despite being a little boring, maybe even monotonous in the broadest sense of the word, normality was a good experience, just for a change.

Wanda, who was your girlfriend, that pretty figure with her narrow back turned towards you behind her long strands of ebony hair, was so naively positioned in front of the wide, rectangular mirror on your dressing table that took up half the wall next to the left of the double bed, where you saw yourself seated against the expensive satin sheets — your spine leaning forward, both your elbows supplanted by your close kneecaps, bared by the café-au lait-colored dress in which you had threaded yourself in.

It wasn't too early, and it wasn't even too late into the night also—it was just the perfect time for a perfect date at a reserved restaurant whose Wanda had arranged and you, sullenly grimacing, agreed to go with her because it would make her stay quiet for a while. It was like negotiating with a child.

Your silence within the room was diligent, circumspect, and linear as you just stared at her in quiet care, the creamy tip of a dark eyeliner coming and going masterfully across the waterline of Wanda's right eye, the dark smoky makeup serving as a backdrop that accentuated the piercing green irises that heightened the sweetly pathological look she used to offer you. That somewhat disconcerting look, lacking that tiniest spark of sanity, worthy of someone who's just killed somebody (so different from yours, who normally had actually been the one who'd just killed somebody).

But Wanda was dressed in a short black dress, loose but not too loose, that sheathed her figure and was accompanied by skinny tights and heavy boots tied around her ankles. And she looked lovely that night, even though she had been so in all the other predecessors to this one—the brown hair, the luminous tree-leaf-colored eyes, and those just-grabable hips reflected in the mirror like an innocuous little set of something that you could destroy, crush through your fingers if you must.

The image of a distracted Wanda, oblivious to the other happenings around her, had always been a small delight found in the core of you, something you always wanted to slurp up to the source, until you ran out, until she ran out; after all, it was in those little stolen and encapsulated moments that the other girl seemed so candid and immaculate, abnoxious to the evils of the world that had bruised her throughout her life. She was a victim, but she could also be your sweet little victim. As you were hers too.

The mascara lengthened and darkened the jade-colored expanse of her eyes even more. A tiny sliver of skin had been creased between Wanda's dark brows as your girlfriend studiously moved her right wrist up and down, applying very little dark makeup to her pale face against that reflection in the mirror that also captured your image a bit behind her, sitting right at the foot of the bed — trembling, pent-up, lonely desire in your lowered eyes, so lowered to stare at your girlfriend putting on makeup, the arch of her spine, her hips so bland.

“You look so beautiful...” was a dreamy sigh hissed under your breath that you didn't even realize you'd said until your own voice resonated in your ears, but by then it was too late because Wanda had already her wrist stagnated in midair, a pair of green eyes turning to your reflection near her hip.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You look beautiful too, baby,” Wanda smiled small at your face in the mirror, just one eye of hers carpeted by a layer of dark smoky eye shadow, “You always look pretty.”

“You,” there was a second of hesitation on your part, so uneasy in the face of such a beautiful figure, “Can you do… do my makeup after you're done there?”

And then, there was a sigh. One of those happy sighs of someone who doesn't believe the good news they've just received, holding the air behind a smile with lips, but no teeth. That genuine little smile that no one notices when they give (that little smile you knew so well how to emulate).

“Really?” Wanda glowed like a Christmas tree, a wide smile gracing the commission of her pearly lips, “Are you serious? You want me to do this for you?”

“Of course I'm serious, geez,” you mussed in a bad way, hoping to sound more grumpy than passionate, “I wouldn't ask you to do this if I wasn't serious, would I?”

But Wanda was already coming towards you before she even finished the act of making up her own pretty face. It only took a second for her legs to be bent on either side of both of your hips, landing on the top of your lap as if she had always belonged there. Amidst the weight of pale legs draped across your lap, the hem of her dress rose slightly to reveal a pair of thighs tucked into those thin tights. The length of her dark locks of hair, as close to your nostrils as they were, gave off a sweet, artificial scent of strawberry shampoo. You could devour her alive.

“Okay baby, close your eyes and stay still for me,” a thin, soft-bristled brush was wielded by Wanda with the same wit a knife would be wielded by a homicidal maniac.

But at the height of her left collarbone, where the faded scar opened into her skin in the shape of the first letter of your name, almost partially covered by the strap of her dark dress, your eyelids remained open, just staring at her skin. Wanda's legs were shaking a little, her knees were bent at the sides of your hipbone, and under the slanting tips of your fingers you could feel the layer of fabric that was taking hold very lightly along the length of her thighs. And then you tilted your face and placed a warm kiss against the scar on Wanda's collarbone.

“You're beautiful,” another kiss placed against the vibrating artery in her neck, “You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen,” and your lips almost met hers, both of you breathing the same warm air, “You’re the only one I need to have in my life, Wanda. And I mean it.”

Wanda smiled against the outline of your parted lips, that glow of love lighting up the green inside both of her irises, “I love you, Y/n. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.”

You responded in a satisfying grunt, and Wanda kissed your upper lip. Your hands splayed possessively over the fabric of her dress at her lower back until the girl turned her face away from you, your noses almost touching in midair, she smiling so simply and chastely, so pure and sweet, like if she had never even threatened to sink the sharp edge of a knife into the middle of your chest during one of her periodic bouts of mental imbalance.

“Now let me do your makeup, baby,” black-painted nails smoothed the outline of your right bicep, “I don't wanna be late and miss our reservation.”

The truth is, Wanda loved these little couple moments (a real, true couple) between the two of you. Your sleepless nights all spent in the living room sofa accommodations watching black-and-white sitcoms and long-running movies no one else remembers the name of, the times you took her out to dinner at that expensive restaurant in Lower Manhattan that had an exquisite wine list and a beautiful view of the night city, or even something as frivolous and casual as when the two of you washed the dishes side by side, your elbows briefly brushing in midair after eating the dinner she went on the whole afternoon preparing.

Wanda loved being your girlfriend and all the experience that was imbued in the title; the ups and downs, the threats and the declarations. She just didn't love it when you spent more time looking at other girls on the spot behind your wineglass, hatching a thousand and one ways in your brain to rip them alive, to make them bleed and agonize while you rip off their skin and their flesh, than actually paying attention to your girlfriend's monologue about how her Social Psychology professor was "such an asshole".

So she did what she had to do. A glass of water and a small bottle of sleeping pills that had been prescribed for her, to stop her nightmares from leaking out of her head through her eyes and ears. And it was Wanda's self-proclaimed chore to do that when it came to making sure you were feeding your kidneys with doses of water properly. Just a glass of water, a peck placed in the corner of your mouth where your lips connected, “Love you, baby”, and in fifteen minutes you'd collapsed on the bed without even wiping off the makeup Wanda had put on your face.

But carefully she cleaned you and calmly she dressed you, like a porcelain doll or the most fragile of crystals, a child playing dress-up with a life-size toy. And she soon proceeded to tie that red silicone strap-on, her favorite, around your hips, and then to sink into it as she slipped into a crimson lace nightgown with no panties to be found underneath. With the toy extension wrapped inside her walls, Wanda snuggled into your chest that rose and fell heavily beneath the pajama shirt she'd tucked you into.

“You're not going after anyone tonight,” she mussed against a flash of skin on your chin, “You're not going to get away from me. You won't leave me tonight, Y/n. Not tonight. Tonight is supposed to be about you and me.”

Wanda's head was then placed at the length of your left collarbone (the warm aura of your chest enveloping her icy body), one hand straddling your waist, the length of the strap nestled neatly deep inside her cunt.

“I love you, Y/n. But if you keep trying to leave me I might have to break your legs, baby.”

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