#girls that get it get it the girls that dont dont

[rivergirlabby]

Yes. This.

I very much don't like the lack of variety. especially with how supposedly non-human characters are just human+some esoteric bits.

In fact, that was some of influenced my designs with Kaylee, formerly known as "a branch of the Nameless, categorized as an aspect of the Primeval Night" and she's basically made out of solid smoke, with the only truly consistent traits being her weapons, keeping some hands for interacting with human tools, and the metal plate that composes the upper half of her face.

Every appearance will describe a trait that definitely wasn't like that before. In fact, the only reason why she even slightly resembles a human frame is because that part is to make writing her easier.

i say this as a lover of yuri but does anyone else get kind of annoyed by the amount of GL that's just two baby faced skinny girls.

[adieutristana]

nsfw headcanons; arcane women x fem!reader

still new to writing this kinda stuff yall dont kill me. anyways, here's some general headcanons. again, i'm open for nsfw requests, just please read through the new section in my rules post!

summary; general nsfw headcanons with arcane women and their girlfriend.

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn, lest

tags; nsfw, fluff, everything is done consensually, some aftercare (full aftercare headcanons here), fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on use, strap-on referred to as dick, degradation, rough sex, nipple play, light bdsm (sevika, lest), anal (sevika, lest), public (mel), jinx being a brat, vibrator use (jinx, caitlyn) gun play (jinx), period sex mention (jinx), usage of words like ‘slut’ and ‘whore,’ sloppy shit, p in v (lest), dacryphilia (jinx, caitlyn), wax play (lest), breeding kink (vi), orgasm denial (mel, caitlyn), thigh riding (sevika, caitlyn), blowjob (lest), shimmer (jinx, lest)

men and minors dni.

jinx;

✧.* the way i interpreted it at least, what jinx received after the fight on the bridge was a sort of shimmer infusion. she's got that stuff running in her veins, and jinx is basically 50% shimmer at this point.

✧.* i bring this up because the amount of shimmer in jinx's system gives her certain.. perks. such as her stamina being that of twenty women combined, how fast and hard she can go. she'd have fun increasing the speed, fucking you harder and harder while you're a writhing mess beneath her and can only think of the pleasure she's giving you.

✧.* even while receiving, jinx can go all night if she wanted to. she won't, because you're not as energetic as she is and she needs to let you rest (as much as she wishes you could go all night). the girl would be so damn overstimulated, but still, she'll demand that you make her cum again, and again, and again. she can keep going; she can take it.

✧.* a tit girl. she doesn’t care how big or small your boobs are, as long as she gets them in her hands and mouth! it’s probably a result of how damn sensitive her own are- jinx will be whimpering mess just from you pinching her nipples a few times.

✧.* she’s a switch, and what position she takes at what given time is just dependent on her mood. jinx is always unpredictable, always keeping you on your toes. she isn’t much different in bed.

✧.* so fucking noisy, and the dirty talk is downright filthy. it's bad enough that at times, you worry your girlfriend might lose her voice. jinx is very unfiltered in general, so you'd expect no less from her in the bedroom. she sees no point in holding back. you're making her feel good, why should she hide that?

✧.* "oh, fuck! ngh, just like that, you're fucking my pussy soooo good," she'd babble, taking every inch of your strap with impressive resolve. her lips are parted, swollen and red from just how hard she'd kissed you. obscene squelching noises filling the room while you pound into her, her legs pressed to either side of her body. "y'hear it? do you? that's me, fuckin' dripping for you. need your dick, ineeditineediti need it-"

✧.* SIZE QUEEN. jinx is a petite girl, shorter and thinner than most. yet she'd insist on you fucking her and stretching her with dildos that looked monstrous next to her. she's a whiny, squealing mess as you ease each inch into her aching pussy, but she always takes it so well. there's nothing quite like the feeling of being pried open to jinx.

✧.* along with that, she's pretty flexible so you can get creative with positions. she'll let you press your knees to either side of her body, not wincing once or growing tired.

✧.* jinx does enjoy a variety of positions- doggystyle, reverse cowgirl, the like, her favorite positions are any where she can see your face. not only does it give jinx a rush to see your flushed, fucked-out expressions, but it also gives her that sense of connection to be able to look at you while you pleasure each other. she's the type to hold eye contact with you the entire time she eats you out, and to bore her gaze into yours in missionary.

✧.* she'd be riding you, arms wrapped around your chest as you piston the strap into her. she's whimpering and squealing louder and louder with each thrust, but her eyes never would leave yours. you're fucking her at an unforgiving pace, plastic tip kissing her cervix, but she still feels so at ease and cared for.

✧.* i feel like jinx would say 'i love you' at least once every time.

✧.* a munch. jinx loves it when you sit on her face, and she's the type to be downright offended if you don't put your full body weight on her. she'd tug you down by your hips before plunging her tongue deep into you without warning, earning sharp cries from you. every time she hears those noises, her ego grows bigger, and damn. you'd allow her that.

✧.* also loves to eat you out from under her workbench. seeing you in her chair, under her desk, in her space, so willingly submissive to her- it's thrilling to her and she can't quite explain it.

✧.* "fuck yes, toots," she'd grumble, pulling back from your wet heat for just a split seconds. "you taste so damn good. so fuckin' sweet and needy f'me."

✧.* a damn brat when she wants to be. she loves to rile you up, it's like a game to jinx. not so amusing for you when you're trying to fill out paperwork and jinx is groaning, taking your pen from your hand and holding it out of your reach while she tells you to just fuck her already.

✧.* "come on! that stuff is so boring, and here i am, soaked for you," she'd pout, her knees parting more beside you on the couch. "you always have to be so responsible, and it's irritating. you could be putting those hands to better use, but noooo."

✧.* or something along the lines of, “i can’t feel anything! are you sure you’re fucking me? come on, do something!”

✧.* not so mouthy when your face is buried in her cunt, that's for sure.

✧.* very into marking. placing her claim on you. almost every time, without fail, you’ve got a new array of hickeys splayed across your neck, chest, hips, and inner thighs. also very into writing on you, with permanent marker. she’d write ‘JINX’ right above your pubic bone, draw little hearts around your nipples, draw an arrow on your inner thigh pointing to your cunt that reads ‘JINX WAZ HERE!’

✧.* a crier, especially when you overstimulate her and when she orgasms. she gets embarrassed every time and tries to explain it away, but it’s just her body’s way of processing all of those sensations. poor girl can’t hold it in :(

✧.* being with jinx, it's gonna be either her tongue, a strap, or a vibrator pleasuring you, unless you can convince jinx to cut her nails. not likely, since she takes pride in their length. sorry :(

✧.* jinx isn’t afraid to get messy. she’ll be rubbing her sticky cunt against yours, having already squirted twice- her lips swollen from your kisses, thighs and lower stomach covered in sweat and cum. but she just can’t stop grinding against you, it feels so damn right.

✧.* along with that, jinx is definitely into period sex. the first time was a whirlwind, with jinx insisting she doesn’t mind and eating you out anyways. if anything, you being on your period makes jinx want to please you more so that you forget about those pesky cramps.

✧.* squirter, and her juices are tinged pink from the shimmer running through her body.

✧.* oh, you already know the prosthetic finger vibrates. she wouldn’t tell you the first time she used it, just say something like, “i’ve got somethin’ special for ya toots! what is it? well, i can’t say just yet! but you’ll love it. i know you will.”

✧.* the way you gasp as soon as you feel the vibrations against your clit and buck your hips into the metal gives jinx all that she needs.

✧.* definitely into gun play as well. seeing your pussy stretch to accommodate the barrel of her gun, the way your eyes widen and you gasp when her finger brushes over the trigger… oh, it’s art. jinx could fully get addicted to it.

vi;

✧.* A MUNCH.

✧.* it probably sounds far-fetched, but vi could cum just from eating you out. from tasting your sweet juices, the scent of your heat, the way your face contorts in pleasure, the trembling of your thighs in her hands, the obscene noises that spill from your lips, how it feels when you cum in her mouth- vi gets lost in it every single time.

✧.* it gets to a point some nights where you’ll almost have to pry vi’s face from between your legs.

✧.* likes to switch and doesn’t have a preference when it comes to top or bottom. i take her as the type who would do both during most sessions to balance things out, she gets some and you get some!

✧.* dirty talk is crazy when she’s domming, but when vi is subbing she can barely string together a coherent thought, especially not a full sentence. she tries to talk to you, tries to let you know how good you’re feeling, but it comes out more as a choppy string of moans and ‘please’s.

✧.* “oh, that feels so- haaaah, please, mm-”

✧.* vi is strong, stronger than most. meaning she can pick you up, fuck you while holding you up against a wall, or she could use that strength to slam your wrists into the mattress above your head while her free hand works at your heat. the possibilities are endless!

✧.* not necessarily loud, but she doesn’t hold back when it comes to noises either. always some form of grunting, groaning, heaving. or whimpering, when she’s on bottom.

✧.* her tits are so sensitive. she’ll try to act like it’s nothing when your hands brush over her hardened nipples, but oh gods when your lips form a seal over one and you start to swirl your tongue around it, vi loses her mind. she’s threading calloused fingers into your hair, trying to push you impossibly closer to her.

✧.* loves giving strap- she likes to receive too, but she’s more partial to giving when it comes to strap-on usage. it just gives her a rush, being on top of you, making you take her. it’s a bit of a power trip for vi.

✧.* “yeah, fucking take my cock- ngh… such a good girl for me, such a good slut.” she’s a panting mess, pounding into you from behind. your asscheeks are sore from the swats she’s given them, and you can feel vi filling you to the brim with every thrust. yet it’s intoxicating.

✧.* vi is just so smitten with you, she’ll do almost anything if you ask nicely. any position, any toys, any kink you want to try out. she’s a lover girl at heart, and aims to please above all else. all you have to do is say the word.

✧.* due to her sweet nature, vi would be so attentive during rougher sex with you. even as she’s tossing you around, coaxing what must be your fourth or fifth orgasm out of you, calling you pathetic and needy, she’d be looking out for you. one second she’s degrading you, the next she’s asking if you’re okay and if you need a break. additionally, she does internally wince when she talks down to you, though she tries to hide it. she knows you know she doesn’t actually think of you like that, but she does hold back because she can’t bear the thought of going too far with it.

✧.*despite liking to be rough from time to time, especially if she knows that you like it and you ask for it, vi also does enjoy slow, sweet lovemaking to keep things balanced. she likes being able to pleasure you, to worship you, show you exactly how much you mean to her through her touch.

✧.* “shh, baby,” she’d whisper, kissing down the valley between your breasts, towards your sternum and stomach. “i’ll make you feel good. so good. just lay your pretty self back and take it. can you do that for me, love?”

✧.* her favorite positions are probably doggystyle and 69. doggystyle gives her room to manipulate your body, a prime angle to pound into you, room to pull your hair and force you to look back at her while you’re coming undone on her dick. 69 is ideal for eating you out, but you both get off, so it’s even better. she’d be trying to stifle moans while her tongue is lapping at your clit, sending vibrations through your core when she can’t hold back anymore.

✧.* one orgasm is never enough when it comes to vi. she wants to give you more, and more, and more. her hand would be soaked and her fingers beginning to prune from just how much you’ve already given her, but she still swears you can give her one more (those words are almost always a lie).

✧.* creamer, and there’s SO much of it. the first time you made her cum you didn’t say anything, but you questioned to yourself whether this is a normal amount. but you quickly grew to love it- seeing vi make such a mess, shaking and whining.

✧.* can somebody say BREEDING KINK. no, it’s not scientifically possible for a woman to get another woman pregnant. but vi will be damned if she doesn’t try.

✧.* pistoning her strap into you while she has you folded into a mating press, grunting and panting with her hands on either side of your head. “gonna fill you up just right,” she’d say, breathless. “please, vi-” “shh. i’ll give it to you, you’ll be such a pretty mama, fuck- take it. take it all.”

✧.* while she enjoys getting her tits played with, i definitely see vi as more of an ass girl when it comes to you. she loves eating you out from behind, slapping your ass during sex, even slapping your ass in public when you’re just trying to pay the poor street vendor. she just can’t get enough of the feeling of plush skin in her hands. the shape, the sensation.

✧.* a head pusher. practically shoves your mouth into her pussy while she’s bucking into your face, groaning and panting while your tongue laps up everything she’ll give you. the proximity does something for her, but she also just… can’t help it. it’s reflex at this point. you hit just the right spot, and her strong hand is flying to the back of your head to push you even further.

✧.* RIDE HER ABS. that’s all i’ll say.

mel;

✧.* such a devoted and sweet lover. also a switch, and she truly doesn’t mind what position she takes at what moment. usually mel lets you decide, she trusts you and the pace you set.

✧.* she’s devoted to your pleasure, but she also won’t deny herself any; not by a long shot.

✧.* however, there are times when she’s had a frustrating day at work. the councilors wouldn’t listen to her, her ideas weren’t getting anywhere, she felt a mental block growing stronger with each passing second. every minute she was in that room was like torture, and all she wanted was to get home.

✧.* so the second she does, she’s asking you to lay down so she can lower her pussy onto your face and lose herself.

✧.* “please, love, make me forget- oh, shit! aah!”

✧.* mel doesn’t really curse much, so a good signifier that she’s feeling good is when you hear her swearing. she’s always so poised, so refined in the way she speaks. careful to converse in a manner becoming of a councilor, of a medarda. so when she’s making those pretty sounds, laid back with three fingers deep inside of her and you hear her swear, you know you’ve got her.

✧.* “right there, hah, mm…” she’d moan, grabbing at one of her breasts to anchor herself. “that feels so- fuck! oh, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

✧.* she’s not necessarily loud either, just the right volume to assure you that she’s feeling good.

✧.* mel’s stamina is pretty average. she knows how to pace herself, so it’s really up to you and how long you want to go for.

✧.* she prefers lovemaking and being doted on in the bedroom rather than rough sex and being denied. that’s not to say she’s opposed to trying out something more hardcore, but generally, she prefers to feel cared for in the moment. touch her, love her, worship her.

✧.* however, when she’s topping, she could deny you for hours. it’s something to do with the power she’s holding over you.

✧.* “mpph, please, just let me come, aaah.. i’ll be so good, mel.” you’d whimper, writhing beneath her touch. “shh. you’ve been so good already, but you can hold out a bit longer, can’t you? that’s my strong girl.”

✧.* partial to body worship. take your time with her, slowly removing her clothing to tell her every little thing you love about her body. her soft skin. the swells of her breasts, her lean muscle and smooth thighs. she’ll be gasping, petting your hair and praising you, letting you know what feels right. every touch from you feels like a promise, and you’ll do damn right to keep it.

✧.* TRIBBING. she especially loves being on top when it comes to scissoring, so that she can set the pace and get both of you off just right. it checks off all of mel’s boxes- proximity, close connection, being able to see your pretty face, and the fact that you both get pleasure from it.

✧.* “oh, gods, love,” she’d grunt, grinding her wet cunt into yours. strings of arousal connecting the two of you, rutting into each other. “don’t stop, unngh- that’s so good, so fucking good.. faster. faster.”

✧.* although she’s refined and poised, mel is not above fucking you in public. you’d be at a gala together, champagne glass in hand and trying to converse with others; some of the most important figures and families in piltover. yet all you can focus on is mel, the way the white dress she chose hugs the curves of her hips just right, and the slit that runs up the side. you try to be subtle, but mel is observant. she notices. and this is one of the few times where she’s a bit more rough.

✧.* “just couldn’t wait?” she’d ask, her fingers pounding into you in an empty room just outside of the crowded hall. “almost struck a deal, a good one, before you started undressing me with your eyes. it’s distracting, love.” “i’m sorry, baby,” you’d whimper, so fucking close to your peak. “sorry isn’t going to cut it. but you’re so pretty… so wet, too. i’ll be merciful.”

✧.* mel likes to set the mood. candles, maybe some soft music crackling over a stereo as well. as i keep saying, she’s a romantic! she wants you to see the effort she’s putting in for you, to know just how much she cares. all of this is worth it to her, you’re worth it.

✧.* just one is rarely enough for mel. if you’re more the one-and-done type, she won’t try to coax more orgasms out of you- but for her, she can go several rounds. back to back to back, coming undone on your fingers and mouth and strap and loving every second.

✧.* always holding onto you somehow. her arms wrapped around your shoulders while she rides you, one arm around your waist to steady you while she fingers you against a wall, the like. however, mel’s favorite is holding your hand, interlacing your fingers together. it just feels so intimate, so loving. it’s also grounding in a way, she can squeeze your hands as the sensations grow stronger, or as a silent support while you teeter over the edge of climax.

✧.* aside from times like i mentioned earlier, mel isn’t really a fan of quickies. there are some exceptions, but she prefers to take it slow within the confines of a place she knows is safe. she wants to take her time to truly appreciate you, and she can’t do that if she’s got a time constraint.

✧.* says she loves you every time, probably multiple times. the intimacy of it all overpowers her. some people may think that saying ‘i love you’ over and over makes it lose meaning, but on the contrary, mel means it more each time she says it.

✧.* “oh, oh, gods… mm, i love you, right there…”

sevika;

✧.* have fun trying to move at all after sleeping with sevika.

✧.* she’s a top-leaning switch. she won’t deny pleasure herself, but she won’t ask for it either. she’s more than happy to just fuck you again and again, her pleasure being derived from the sight of your head thrown back in ecstasy and the sound of your pleasured screams.

✧.* sevika loves just about anything, but she’s partial to the strap. it gives her a rush of power, being able to split you open and fuck you so deep, so right. definitely gets one of the biggest dildos she can find to insert into the strap, just so she can make you lay there and take it.

✧.* rough, experienced, and doesn’t hold back when it comes to degradation. she’d pull her cock almost fully out of you, just leaving the tip- before slamming back in, drawing a borderline pornographic moan from your lips. “fuck, doll, you sound filthy. can’t even talk right now, can you? fuckin’ slut, losing her mind already.” she’d drink in all of your noises, your labored breathing and the way your eyes roll to the back of your head. “gods. i’ve never been with someone this fuckin’ desperate. i almost pity you.”

✧.* can and will manhandle you. she’ll be pushing your chest further into the mattress while fucking you from behind, yanking your hips into hers as she thrusts into you. smacking your ass so hard the sound nearly echoes through the room. she’ll flip you on your back, nearly throwing you down on the bed just to continue her relentless rhythm. she wants to absolutely ruin you. so let her.

✧.* she wants to leave you sore and tired for the next day, so that every time you try to even take a step you’re reminded of exactly what, or who put you into this position.

✧.* sevika’s stamina is admirable. exhaustion weighs heavy on her during the day, her work cut out for her. running around handling zaun, tying up loose ends silco left, and making sure jinx doesn’t get herself into too much trouble wears her out quickly. but somehow she still has so much energy when it comes to fucking you. she could go all night if you allowed her, without so much as yawning.

✧.* she’ll grab your chin to force you to look at her, holding direct eye contact while she fucks you. she wants to see every expression of yours, she wants you to see her face while you cum.

✧.* “who’s makin’ this pussy feel good?” she’d demand, grunting as she grabs a fistful of your hair. you’d yelp at the sensation, your voice breathy and bordering on whiny. “aahh! you! you, mmph- sevika, you’re making it feel so good…”

✧.* also lowkey (highkey) really into anal… being able to please your tight asshole and feel you clench around her fingers as she keeps rutting into your cunt. yeah

✧.* it’s not often that she does, but sevika likes to have you tied up. your wrists tied to the headboard of her bed, the wood creaking while she rocks into you and holds your thighs apart. it’s picturesque almost, you look so damn perfect and pliant. and all for her.

✧.* the ropes are rough and frayed, something similar to what would be used on a ship. it’s not much, and they look like they’ve been used before- they’ll definitely leave marks on your wrists once you’re done. not to worry, sevika already has ointments for once you’re done, and she makes sure to space things like this out. she loves the sight of you bound for her, but not enough to over exert your poor skin.

✧.* she loves hearing those gorgeous sounds you make for her, but sevika does have neighbors and she’s not above shoving your discarded shirt or panties into your mouth if she feels that you’re being too loud. “hush. gonna wake the whole neighborhood at this point, doll. or is that what you want?”

✧.* when she does allow you to top, she’s pretty quiet. a stark contrast to how breathy and gruff she is while pleasing you, but she’ll still make noises! just at a low volume. yet her words do still hold some of that domineering edge.

✧.* your tongue would be delicately splitting her wet folds, teasingly licking up her slit before it brushes right over her clit. a shiver runs up her spine and she groans, a breathy noise that only serves to motivate you more.

✧.* “shit, baby, like that…” she’d breathe out, her chest beginning to heave up and down. “faster, baby. more. like you mean it.”

✧.* creamer, but she’ll squirt if you coax enough orgasms out of her. when you first found this out, she was on the edge of her fifth orgasm, panting and grunting before her walls clenched around your tongue. you then felt a wet warmth splash onto your face, and your gaze flickered. something downright predatory awoke in you, making you desperate to see that again and again.

✧.* “come on, sevi, just gimme one more, mm… that was so fucking hot,” you’d murmur, bringing your face close to her glistening cunt yet again. “another? i think- aah, i’ll break,” sevika breathes out. “good.”

✧.* RIDE HER THIGH. she didn’t even know she was into it at first. you’d be kissing her, panting into her mouth as you strip her of her shirt- before pulling away. “i wanna try something,” you’d say, before lowering yourself onto one of her bulky thighs. beginning to rock your hips, your clothed clit bumping against her thigh while a sharp gasp is pulled from you.

✧.* sevika’s eyes are opened to a whole new realm of possibilities. her hands are flying to your waist to help guide you along on her thigh, feeling your arousal leak through the cotton of your panties. “fuck, dove, you really are a whore.” she says, a low chuckle following. “i wouldn’t have thought of this, but you’re just too damn eager… look at you, soaking me. you’re lucky you’re so pretty.”

✧.* before you know it, sevika is asking you to ride her thigh regularly!

✧.* sevika’s neck is her weak spot. kiss up the expanse of it, suck dark marks into her pulse point, and she’s a damn mess. she’s tilting her head back so you have easier access, melting from you just touching her neck. it’s kind of adorable, honestly.

✧.* switches up the second you’re done- is so sweet and loving during aftercare. making sure that you’re okay and taken care of before she even thinks of doing anything for herself, making sure she didn’t go too far and you’re not too wrecked.

caitlyn;

✧.* switch with a slight preference for topping. she’s been in control most of her life, usually having the upper hand and hardly ever not getting what she wants. she doesn’t expect much less in the bedroom- that, and she loves seeing you fall apart beneath her, knowing that she’s the one responsible.

✧.* caitlyn has long and strong fingers, perfect for reaching all the spots that you’ve never been able to reach yourself. the second her middle finger brushes against that spongy spot that makes your vision blank, her eyebrows shoot up and her mouth is open in a ‘ah, gotcha!’ expression.

✧.* “yeah, darling? you like that? should i keep going, hm?” you’d nod frantically, panting and flushed beneath her. “then keep being good for me. you can do that, can’t you?”

✧.* BRAT TAMER. you might be able to get away with being mouthy with others, but never with cait. she’s a patient woman, but you learn after a while of being with her how to push her buttons just right. wearing that very patience thin with every word and sway of your hips. you’re giggling, until caitlyn is pushing you against a wall and clawing at your clothing, ordering you to spread your legs.

✧.* “i thought this was what you wanted? what you were begging for, not even a minute ago?” she’d grunt, slamming her purple strap into you at an alarming pace. ragged gasps and moans are pulled from your parted lips, and hot tears begin to stream down both of your cheeks. caitlyn would let out a low chuckle, tutting. “what, you’re crying now? come on, it’s not that bad. just a little lesson for you.” she’d coo.

✧.* there’s also been several times when you haven’t been able to behave yourself in her workplace, and she’d whisk you to her office to bend you over the hard wood of her desk, fucking you right then and there.

✧.* part of caitlyn delights at the sight of your tears. it’s exhilarating, in a way. seeing you so desperate, so wanton, knowing it was her who took you apart so expertly. seeing you so bared and vulnerable for her is a moment she wishes she could frame every time.

✧.* caitlyn can be such a temptress. she’s beautiful, anyone can see that- and she uses that beauty to her advantage. you’d come home from a long day of working harder than you ought, to be greeted by your girlfriend in white lace lingerie that leaves very little to the imagination. she knows you can’t resist, and she’s internally celebrating the moment you pounce on her.

✧.* “how was work, love?” she’d ask, voice low and smooth. “you look like you’re starving. maybe i can do something about that?” she’d muse, fingers teasing under one of her thigh garters.

✧.* when subbing, caitlyn is loud. she’s not screaming out in pleasure, but she doesn’t hold back any noises. she wants you to know how good you’re making her feel, to hear it on her lips and in her choppy words.

✧.* likes clitoral stimulation best, i think. don’t get me wrong, she thoroughly enjoys the feeling of penetration- but something about having her pretty clit played with until she’s an aching mess is just better.

✧.* also likes to be praised when she’s on bottom. tell her how beautiful she is, tell her that you’re taking her just right and she sounds so pretty right now. not only does it provide an ego boost, but it makes caitlyn feel so loved.

✧.* she’s a bit embarrassed to admit it, but she likes being on the receiving end of orgasm denial. so fucking close, her body strung thin like a bowstring. each nerve ending nearly on fire. but she can’t cum, not until you give her the green light, and it drives her insane.

✧.* “please, i’m losing my mind,” she’d cry out. “i need- mmf- i need to cum, pleasedarlingillbesogood,”

✧.* not opposed to quickies, but doesn’t opt for them. however, there are occasions where she’ll steal you away just before you have to leave for work, her fingers working as quickly as she possibly can to get you off- giving you something to think about the rest of the day.

✧.* something about your hips draws caitlyn in. maybe it’s the plush skin against them, the way they’re perfect for her nails to dig into, the feeling she gets when they rut against her, the rush she gets from gripping them to guide you as you grind against her thigh, or the way they sway when you walk. she can’t quite pinpoint it, but she also doesn’t care to.

✧.* “fuck, darling, keep moving,” she’d breathe out, gripping the tops of your hips as your wetness spreads over her thigh- folds glistening, head tilted back as lewd moans fill the room. “you look beautiful like this. so damn perfect, like you’re made for my viewing…”

✧.* she enjoys pet names a lot, but i think one of caitlyn’s weaknesses would be just addressing her by her name. especially if you usually call her by pet names outside of the bedroom. it feels so intimate, so personal.

✧.* “such a good girl for me, caitlyn,” you’d whisper, holding a bullet vibrator to her wet clit. “look at this pussy, so desperate for me. i can’t get enough.”

✧.* her favorite places to have sex are her bed and her desk. simple, but they work- her bed is a sanctuary, and it’s comfortable. optimal. her work desk serves many purposes, but her favorite is pleasuring each other.

✧.* caitlyn’s eyes are hypnotic, her gaze piercing. she’s big on eye contact during sex, demanding that you look at her the entire time. even as you’re fighting to not let your eyes snap shut or roll to the back of your head, the commanding tone in her voice keeps you grounded. it’s an ego boost, but it’s also a way of connecting to you.

✧.* gets rough when she’s especially stressed, which is often. she’s an enforcer and one of piltover’s most powerful figures; caitlyn is basically a walking manifestation of stress. slapping your tits, grabbing your chin, degrading you, shoving her fingers into your mouth and down your throat to shut you up.

✧.* that’s not to say that she doesn’t enjoy gentle love making from time to time- she absolutely does. she loves those nights where you take your time with her, truly conceptualize your affections for her. just how much you love her. she just gets carried away in the moment more than she’d like to admit.

lest;

✧.* switch with a preference for subbing. she will dom you if you ask her to, but most of the time, lest likes to lay back and bask in the feeling of you touching her. the scent of incense thick in the air, hair freed from her scarf and fanned around her as she lets out soft moans.

✧.* her voice is so smooth, so calming. the kind of voice you could fall asleep to. lest isn’t necessarily loud during sex, but she gets pretty vocal. and her noises, her words sound almost heaven sent.

✧.* “oh, keep doing- aahh!- that, darling…” she’d breathe out, her tone soft and buttery with desperation. “i need it, i’m so close-”

✧.* lest is definitely experienced, so she knows well and good what gets her going. she’ll tell you as well, guiding your hands to exactly where she needs them and describing in vulgar detail what she wants you to do to her.

✧.* “play with my tits with one hand, stroke me with the other,” she’d breathe out, placing your hands over both her perky breast and twitching cock. “pinch my nipple, hard, run your thumb over the tip- oh, fuuuuck…”

✧.* the tip of her dick is easily the most sensitive part of her body. it’s so sensitive, it’s almost comical- but lest can’t help it. you know how to pleasure her exactly the way she needs. as soon as you take it into your mouth, teasing your tongue over the head before taking her full length, she’s already fighting the urge to buck into your mouth. it draws sharp gasps from her throat, her fingers gripping at the bedsheets.

✧.* but her tits aren’t meant to be neglected, either. plump and soft, sitting so pretty on her. her nipples are definitely pierced, usually adorning gold bars with dangling chains. play with them, suck on them, place clamps on them. she’ll eat all of it up, praising you all the while.

✧.* definitely enjoys being tied up during the act, and she’d likely want to try shibari at some point. she has the nice ropes: purple woven silk, soft against her wrists and ankles. the feeling of being bared open before you, completely powerless and at your mercy can’t compare to anything else.

✧.* i think lest is really into wax play, but can’t participate as much as she’d like to because wax is a pain in the ass to get out of fur. she’ll gasp at the feeling of hot, sticky wax on her tits and stomach, a shiver running through her body involuntarily. you like to indulge her from time to time, relishing in her every reaction. again, it just can’t be as often as you’d both like because of the aftermath :(

✧.* lest can’t exactly finger you since she uh… has claws. but she’s so skillful with her mouth, the thought of what you might be missing doesn’t even cross your mind. she’d take your clit between her lips, teasing over the bud with her tongue before sucking. brushing her silky hair over her shoulder and angling her jaw so she has even more access to you, drinking in every sound you make.

✧.* “you taste amazing, darling,” she’d murmur. “stay still, mm.. you want to cum, don’t you?”

✧.* lest could grow addicted to just eating you out. the feeling of your release on her tongue is a high she never wants to come down from. she’ll draw orgasm after orgasm after orgasm from you on just her tongue.

✧.* praise her!! tell lest how good she’s doing, how beautiful she looks between your thighs and how lucky you are to have her. it only makes her more eager to please you.

✧.* “gods, you’re beautiful,” you’d whisper, “that feels amazing, you’re amazing, you’re perfect-” before feeling her tongue slip from your clit to your wet hole, prying you open.

✧.* LOVES to be pegged. she’s also partial to cowgirl, but lests’s absolute favorite is doggystyle. she craves the sensation of you slamming into her hole, gripping her plump asscheek with one hand and yanking on her tail with the other. she’d let out a sharp yowl, her chest almost collapsing into the mattress at the feeling. but it feels so fucking good, even though it’s sending pain up her spine.

✧.* “oh, yes, yesyesyes,” she’d babble, so bravely taking every inch of your strap. “don’t stop, go harder- fuck, ow!” she gasps, her soft tail in your grasp as you pull. “sorry,” you’d wince, slightly loosening your grip. “no. keep holding it, it- aahh! feels damn good.”

✧.* she cums pretty quickly when you strap her down. she’s a bit embarrassed about it, but she just can’t help it. your strap rubs against her g-spot so perfectly, your rhythm is exactly what she needs and you fill her up just right.

✧.* alternatively, lest loves when you ride her. seeing your face while you’re on top of her, claws digging into your hips while she bounces you up and down on her length… oh, it’s gold. and the sight of your tits bouncing is always a welcome bonus.

✧.* sometimes lest will have her pipe with her while you ride her, in which case she’ll allow you to shotgun hits. your breaths mingling with one another and lips almost touching as magenta smoke is passed between the two of you. it only serves to further heighten your senses, bringing you even greater pleasure.

✧.* “you’re divine,” she’d breathe out, hips rocking into you with fervor. “take it. take everything, just like i know you can. you’re a damn work of art.”

[transgenderer]

Give me your Islam trutherism stance. Lay out the whole position. I think I've asked about this before but I forgot. I'm kind of an Islam head. Islam is the only Abrahamic religion I give a shit about. I think the other ones are bullshit. Academically I think critical scholarship on Islam is like just getting off the ground so we barely know anything about it yet. Anyway drop the trutherism. Mohammad was a girl... Mohammad was actually a beautiful anime woman...

well see the thing is. mohammad was almost certainly a real guy, who was some sort of leader of a group of people. POSSIBLY he never lead a large group, and the large group didnt form until afterwards. but it seems like he led at least a large-ish group. he probably had some sort of religious teaching, altho its unclear if he had any original doctrine or was just a passionate judeo-christian monotheist. oh and yknow, he lived and did stuff around arabia (well. some people say syria. probably not syria).

and that's...sort of all we can say for sure about the real muhammad! there's all sorts of other stuff that MIGHT be true about muhammad, especially after they got to medina. but his early life is a blank to us, the same way jesus' life before his ministry is a blank to us. who knows! but people who confidently tell you "mohammad lived in a city of pagans and converted them all" are exceedingly credulous. we have no good evidence that happened

one interesting thing the shwepisode talks about: so, obviously the islamic conquests "happened". in the sense that there wasn't a state there, and then there started being a large state there. but we dont see them archeologically! which is not crazy, they allowed people to surrender. they didnt just raze everything to the ground. but it's unfortunate, it would be nice if we could use archeology to say stuff about early islam. in part, we cant use archeology re: early islam because a huge number of artifacts were destroyed, there's a weirdly small amount of surviving stuff that could tell us about early islam. but it's not clear! posssibly even the *stories* about uthman destroying a whole bunch of alternate qurans aren't true!

its a very weird field. something that is clearly very important to a huge number of people, and yet is in some ways even more poorly evidence than the early history of the christian church, which we have a large number of texts from (i mean, starting in the early 2nd century. but christianity grew much more slowly, so "early christianity" lasted much longer than "early islam")

[kamospeach]

just hold on we're going home .ᐟ

plot: husband!nanami who doesn't like when his wife get's too drunk.

content warning: alcohol use, strict nanami, oral m!recieving, face fucking, lil spitting, messy messy, choking, restraint, daddy kink sorry not sorry, mating press, backshots, stomach bulging :P, breeding kink, breeding, lots and lots of dirty talk

peachy's yap: wc 3.4k.ᐟ nanami's such a gentleman you dont get in trouble until the day after LMFAO. shoko’s my lil fruity pop :D! i might have lied about posting yesterday, but sza is my fav so. birds of a feather...

if nanami asked whose idea it was he knew you'd lie. it started very calmly your girls begged to have a girl's night. nanami started taking off to spend more time with you so you had been up under him for the past month. you offered up your home for the girl's night to which nanami agreed.

but he didn't think you'd kick him out once the night came. he thought he could stay in your bed and eat what you bring him from your girlie snacks. watch murder mystery and finish some leftover work. boy was he wrong, the minute your girls walked in you pushed him out the door.

he stood at the door shock written all over his face as you stood in your pink versace robe. you smiled wide, eyes crinkling at the corner looking at your husband. he was trying to be mad at you but your big white smile swayed him.

"i thought i could stay," he said his tone tugging on your heartstrings. you frowned giving him a peck on the lips promising you’d save him a big plate. letting him know he was free to come home at 12. he was taken aback at your audacity but he knew you deserved it.

he sucked it up and made his way to gojo’s house knowing somebody was there. if not everyone. since gojo couldn’t fathom being alone for longer than 30 minutes. just as he thought geto, shoko, yuji, and now he were sitting on gojo’s couch playing games. but all nanami could think about was you.

“she really kicked you out?” shoko asked sipping on a drink. nanami just nodded not even wanting to talk about it. he was in denial that you wanted him out THAT bad.

“i’m surprised your not there shoko,” gojo said and shoko smacked her lips. she was clearly upset about getting banned from girls night.

“last time i went they said i kept kissing on my girl too much,” she said leaning back with her arms crossed. it was awkward enough that his friend’s girlfriends randomly became your friends. (he’s still trying to figure out when y’all had the time to become friends) but now when you had girl’s night the only place he could take refuge at was at the house of the person who annoyed him the most.

"pretty sure the point is to be away from their significant other anyways, i don’t know." geto shrugged clearly as distressed as nanami about being away from his girlfriend.

4 hours in they tried to get him to drink but he couldn’t even look at the bottles. too busy replaying your instagram story over and over. he had to admit, him taking off and spending more time with you made him feel like you two were newlyweds all over again.

technically he could blame these feelings on you since you asked him to take off. now he was here bored and annoyed with gojo’s loud talking and shoko’s ranting about her girlfriend who was having just as much fun as you.

another hour in his cheek rested on his palm as he watched the graphics fly across the tv screen. that was until shoko got a call that made her stand up quickly.

“nanami we gotta go,” she said and nanami looked at her bewildered.

"for what?" he asked and shoko was just rushing to grab her stuff.

"y/n drunk off her ass and my girl crying cause she miss me," she said laughing and nanami raised a brow.

"is my girl good?" geto asked and shoko nodded.

"i'll bring them here, but y/n needs to go home," shoko said looking at nanami who still had a confused look on his face. "what?"

"they didn't have any alcohol..." nanami said and all the men plus shoko looked at each other.

"so where are they?" gojo asked looking at his girl's location and his jaw dropped. "they at the club," he said and that was all nanami needed to hear before he quickly made his way out of gojo's penthouse.

shoko followed behind him with a light jog to keep up with his fast menacing steps. everyone else stayed behind while they sent the good cop and bad cop to do their dirty work.

he had never driven this recklessly in his life. he was pushing 100 on the highway swerving in and out of cars. making a park in a no parking to get to you. the line outside the club wrapped around the building but he didn't care. ready to argue with the bouncer who pushed him back.

"can you just let me in my wife's in there drunk?" he pleaded and the bouncer shook his head.

"wassup shoko." the bouncer said dapping up shoko letting her in. "aw he with you? why you ain't say that man c'mon." he said letting him in the club. nanami gave the man a sickening glare not liking how that went down.

"there they go right there!" shoko shouted over the music pointing to the group of girls. you stood on the couch singing to the music in the same robe from earlier. when you noticed nanami you squealed climbing down from the couch and running over to him.

"are you here to party with me?" you asked and he gave you a blank stare. you knew what he was there for but you rather act stupid which only fueled his anger more.

"you know what i am here for y/n," he said and you looked by at your 3 friends who were being gathered by shoko. you slowly turned back to nanami with a guilty smile. "yeah." he said grabbing your hand and you followed behind him. did you know you were in trouble? yes. did you care though? not really.

"ken wait i have on slippers." you said and he huffed picking you up. "ooo so manly." you laughed kicking your feet and accidentally hitting someone. the man turned around glaring at the both of you.

"not tonight man please." he begged the man who looked at your drunken state nodding at nanami apologetically. "then you got on the robe i got you. for your birthday, our matching ones?" he scoffed at your audacity to wear it outside.

"sorry." you laughed as he placed you in the seat. the minute the door closed that was the last nanami heard from you. you were knocked out from the time y'all hit the highway to the next morning.

your head was pounding as you sat up seeing two pills a glass of water and a note. quickly taking the pills with no hesitation, after you read the note.

take the pills. breakfast is in the microwave. you're NOT off the hook.

-K

considering the "NOT" was underlined not once not twice but three times you knew you had it coming. still, you decided to make sure what you were reading was indeed correct.

you: okay so you are mad at me?

ken💛: You read it.

you: so yes or no?

ken💛: Or.

you nodded to yourself seeing how he was going to be. although you were in the wrong you were going to drag this situation. well, you were gonna try, but honestly, you were shitting bricks all day. you cleaned the living room from the previous night and even the kitchen. you busied yourself with laundry and baking cakes and cookies. totally NOT to beg nanami to forgive you.

it didn't help after you replied with a '?' nanami left you on read. he was later than his usual 6pm that he was working nowadays. you sat on the couch watching real housewives as your leg bounced faster than your head spun. as you were just about to relax the lock clicked.

you thickly swallowed your spit as the door creaked open and nanami walked through the door. being a suck up you ran over to him helping him with his jacket and folding it over your arm as nanami loosened up his tie.

he was angry with you, yes but he couldn't deny how sexy you looked in your short gown. that only went half past your thigh the lace at the bottom enticing him.

your cocoa-buttered legs smooth from your everything shower you took two hours ago. nanami wanted to forgive right there and stuff his face in your thighs while he sloppily ate your pussy. but he couldn't do that, you were getting too comfortable and he couldn't let that happen.

"i made salmon for dinner and cake and cookies for dessert." you smiled and he hummed kissing your lips. you both sat at the table eating the dinner you made.

"so," he said wiping his mouth and leaning back. he had finished his food and you looked up from your plate.

"did you want dessert i can make you a-," you said standing only to be stopped by nanami's stern voice. he didn't use that often with you so he meant business.

"sit down," he said and you gulped loudly returning back to your seat.

"i'll give you one time to lie to me." he said and you furrowed your brows not sure what he meant. "why did you guys go to a club?"

"okay, so funny story actually. we were watching tiktoks and we saw a friend group go to a club in pajamas. so we were like hey we're in our pajamas so let's just go." you explained finding that answer easy.

"so why were you drunk like that?" he asked and you sighed, nanami didn't mind you drinking. but he always lectured you about being drunk to the point you weren't worried about your surroundings. last night you were definitely drunk past being aware of your surroundings.

"they just kept bringing out shots, peer pressure i guess." it was the truth the more shots they brought the less you cared about your husband's lectures. he hummed at your answer and he leaned up resting his elbows on the table while his cheek sat on his fist.

"and whose idea was this?" when he asked this you gave him the exact reaction he expected. your eyes looked everywhere but he knew this would be your reaction. "speak up."

"mine," you said as he stood up, nodding, and walking over to you. your eyes followed his every move your eyes trained on his veiny arms as he rolled up his sleeves.

"give me one reason you shouldn't be in trouble. for not telling me where you were going, getting fucking wasted, and acting a fool," he said and you nod as he listed off the things you dad like he was reading your sentencing for a crime.

although nanami was a soft husband he really did hate being mean to you. he was controlling you were free to do whatever you wanted as long as you told him. he didn't have many rules so for you to break two reasonable rules was insane to him. the 'acting a fool' accusation didn't matter to him he just threw that in for dramatics.

"w...well for one you love me." you smiled up at nanami who licked his lips with a slow nod as he unbuckled his pants.

"on your knees," he said clearly not satisfied with your answer. you were quick to get on your knees doing whatever he wanted. nanami being himself didn't start until he checked you were okay. "it hurts?" he asked and you shook your head grabbing at his waistband.

"mm mm." you hummed pulling his pants and underwear down. he popped your hand like a kid in a cookie jar.

"no hands, if you don't listen i'll use the belt., he said and you knew he meant it. your hands went behind your back as nanami's thick cock slapped against your face. "i'm not holding back tonight so if it's too much you know what to say."

before you even had the chance to reply to him his dick was down your throat. you gagged as both his hands found their way to your hair gripping your braids tightly. he fucked your face so hard spit was bubbling around his cock. your eyes water as nanami's thrust into your mouth.

"fuck sweetheart..." he groaned under his breath as his hips kept up the pace. you pushed at his legs and he stopped his thrust. "you're doing so good so i'll give you one last chance to move your hands." he said and you complied. he knew you were okay because you'd tap him if you couldn't take it.

"mmmmm," you hummed getting turned on just by his grunts and groans as his cockhead roughly hit the back of your throat. his dick twitching in your throat as he was getting closer and closer to his climax.

"since you're being a good girl i'll... hah... let you pick where you want it," he grunted still roughly fucking your throat. he pulled out your mouth jerking himself as he looked down at your teary eyes. mascara running down your pretty brown cheeks that would be painted red if not for your melanin.

"my face," you said not needing to even think about where you wanted it.

"s'fucking nasty wanting me to cum in your face pretty girl." nanami couldn't deny how good you looked as he stroked himself over your face. his head thrown back his lip tucked into his teeth as he grunted releasing all over your face. his white hot cum painting your face.

he roughly gripped your chin wiping his cum from your lips and your cheek. he pushed his thumb into your already open mouth. you lips latch on his thumb sucking all his thick and salty cum off his finger. licking around your lips making sure you got all that you could off your face.

he leaned down and grabbed the back of your neck kissing you roughly. you grabbed his now wrinkled dress shirt pulling him on top of you. sure the ground wasn't the cleanest place but it was the dining room rug. nanami smirked down at your urgency.

"you can't be in that big of a rush to get punished sweetheart." he laughed and you gulped at his sinister smirk. usually, he held a nonchalant expression but at this moment you could read his expressions. he leaned down sloppily kissing your lips and pushing his spit into your mouth.

"i just need you," you whined and he laughed... he actually laughed at you. it wasn't a hehe-haha laugh no it was almost menacing. he pulled up your nightgown to your waist seeing your soaked panties.

"you were that turned on from just sucking me off? hm?" he asked as he pulled off your panties. you whined when the cool air hit you soaked folds you becoming more needy by the minute.

you were so wet you didn't need foreplay all it took was nanami rubbing his tip against your clit. he let a dribble of spit fall from his lips landing on his cock. he rubbed it coating his cock with your essence and his saliva. using his thumb he pushed himself in only the tip. pulling out just to put the tip back in again.

"kenn~" you couldn't take him teasing you with just the tip. he wanted you to beg him to fuck you and you knew all the things he wanted to hear. you didn't get punished often but when you did you knew exactly what he wanted. "please fuck me m'sorry for not telling you~" you whined.

"what else sweetheart, what else are you sorry for?" he said pushing a little more into you now. he grunted feeling you tighten around him your cunt begging for more.

"m'sorry for getting too drunk and for acting up," you whined your nails gripping at the rug under you. it took everything in you to not run your fingers in his hair or drag your nails down his back. "fuck me pleasepleasepleaseplease can't take it."

"such a good girl." he mewls out pushing into you all the way bottoming out in your soaking pussy. he drowned in your wetness as he began to quickly thrust into you. his hips snapped into you like there was no tomorrow. he loved the way you hugged his cock like you were made just for him.

"you're fucking me so good daddy oh my ngh." you moaned back arching off the rug as his hands rested on the back of your thigh. he pushed them against your chest as his cockhead rubbed against your g-spot. bringing you closer and closer to your climax each time.

"are you close pretty girl? i feel it... i feel you." he whispered and your body twitched under him just from the words he said. "barely even fucked you and you're already creaming on me. look at your mess." he told you and you looked down at his cream-coated cock that was covered in your cream. a wet spot now visible on his khakis that wasn't doing anything but turning him on more.

"m'cumming." you squealed as your orgasm ripped through you. nanami smiling as your hands instinctively went to his thigh pushing him. he wanted you to give him a to tie up your hands with a belt. he knew overstimulating you would do it with no problem.

"i gave you two chances didn't i?" he asked pulling off his belt and making you whine.

"m'sorry it was too much." you pleaded and he shook his head pulling out of you.

"turn around," he said as you slowly flipped over you didn't bother putting an arch in your back. he used his belt as a makeshift cuff restraining your hands behind your back. nanami gripped your hips using his thumbs to fix your arch. "there you go..." he hummed pushing himself into your pussy that was dripping onto the rug beneath you.

"shitttt..." you whined as nanami grabbed your restrained arms tightly. angling his hips up to fuck up into and menacing slow pace.

"get so close ta' cumming every time i get in your wet pussy." he grunted his mouth getting filthier and filthier as he felt your walls flutter around him. he sped up his pulling you back further bullying your pussy.

"ken!" you yelped as his cock bullied its way into your chest, or at least it felt like that. your stomach bulging from his big cock thrusting into your womb. he was a mess drowning in your wetness loving the way you moaned his name. or the way you moaned in general the sound music to his ears.

he was edging closer and closer nutting and he was trying to hold off. but it was undeniable that you both were reaching your second climax in no time. he let go of your restrained hands wrapping both of them around your neck.

he kept up the relentless pace as you yelled out. nanami wasn't used to the rough and super fast-paced fucking. pushing him further over the edge as he grunted making pointed thrusts into you.

"fuck sweetheart i’m about to cum. you'll let me breed this pussy right?" he asked as you nod and he continued roughly pounding into you. "use your words y/n."

"yes bread your pussy." you moaned not even realizing what you said.

"my pussy? hm? you wanna be a mommy? want to be pregnant with my baby?" he was just saying anything as his climax was threatening to rip through him. "shit m’cumming."

"me too," you whimpered as he thrust into you one final time until the two of you came together. he let out a guttural groan as he released in you, his seed spilling out as he still stuffed you full. nanami pulled out letting go of your neck and using his thumb to push his cum back into you.

"you're really going to give me a baby?" he asked out of breath looking you deep in your eyes as he unbuckled the belt. he lifted you up in his lap as you both pressed your foreheads together.

"you always gave me dilf vibes anyway," you whispered and he laughed at your statement.

"i heard milf pussy was the best," he said and you gasped.

"kento that's so inappropriate!" you yelped swatting at his arm. he gawked at your audacity to call him inappropriate.

"sweetheart we just had sex on the floor of our dining room." he said and you covered your ears. "okay sorry." he laughed pecking your lips three times.

and indeed 9 months later you and nanami were the hottest milf and dilf in a 50-mile radius.

[yunyunsyndr0me]

Under the cut

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Only my mother

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

Sister

03: Do you regret anything?

A lot

04: Are you insecure?

Yes

05: What is your relationship status?

Single

06: How do you want to die?

The way God intended

07: What did you last eat?

Salmon

08: Played any sports?

Was never athletic

09: Do you bite your nails?

No

10: When was your last physical fight?

Over 6 years ago

11: Do you like someone?

Not currently

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Yes

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Yes

14: Do you miss someone?

Yes

15: Have any pets?

No

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Bored

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

No

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Yes

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Yes

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

Dont know what that means

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

School tomorrow

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

Never

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

No

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

Math, physics

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Yes

26: What are you craving right now?

Buldak

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Don't think so

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

No

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

No

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Stomach ache

31: Does somebody love you?

Unfortunately

32: What is your favourite color?

Pink

33: Do you have trust issues?

Yes

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

Don't remember

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Mom

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Yes

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forgive

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

I hope so

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Never had

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

No wtf

51: Favourite food?

Noodles

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Yes

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Scrolling

54: Is cheating ever okay?

Usually not

55: Are you mean?

I try not to be

56: How many people have you fist fought?

057: Do you believe in true love?

Yes

58: Favourite weather?

Wind, rain

59: Do you like the snow?

Yes

60: Do you wanna get married?

No

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

No

62: What makes you happy?

Gamea

63: Would you change your name?

Definitely

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

No

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Reject but keep being friends

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

No

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Dad

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Oomf

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

No

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Yes

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[mmukagen]

zosan yuri

[burreauxsss]

future mrs burrow

(time skip of a year) background: with life moving so fast, joe and y/n decides to get married. not without a bump in the road though.... from crazy people... (a small surprise at the end and no this will not be turned into a series)

(all pics off of pinterest. as always pretend some of these are bengals/superbowl related)

note: this is time skipping to feb of 2026 ,wrote this over the entire pregame/first half of the super bowl (because who the hell is watching it, except for kendrick lamar). im so flustered for all the support ive gotten based off of part one. thank you so much 🫶🏾

warning: annoying tea page (starts with a d and ends with a i)

joe burrow x black reader smau

y/n_handle

📍san francisco, ca

❤️ 60,311 💬 7,958

liked by: joeyb_9 yourbsf and others

y/n_handle: super bowl weekend views 🐅

username_1: shes genuinely so pretty, why is everyone hating..

lahjay_10: joe's going insane over this picture

joeyb_9: i need you so much right now

y/n_handle: joeyb_9 on my way.

lahjay_10: not in the comments section oh my god hornballs.

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bengals

❤️ 315,392💬 150,870

liked by: y/n_handle lahjay_10 and others

bengals: super bowl weekend with 9!

y/n_handle: the hair???

yourbsf: y/n.. dont make me delete social media for you

lahjay_10: qb1!!!

joeyb_9: thats a good picture of me.

username_2: y/n is so lucky

username_3: most hottest person in the world

username_4: i dont see how hes fine..

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y/n_handle

📍santa clara, ca

❤️ 61,304 💬 23,074

liked by: joeyb_9 and others

y/n_handle: happy super bowl sunday 🧡, beat the 49ers

yourbsf: wearing green looks good on you!!

username_5: i can tell the fit is going to be pretty

username_6: the chanel purse though?

joeyb_9: prettiest girl in the entire world ❤️

y/n_handle: hottest man in the entire world!

username_7: i hope the 49ers win...

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y/n_handle posted a story!

bengals

❤️ 2.8m 💬 932,185

liked by: y/n_handle lsufootball nfl and others

bengals: your 2026 bengals are super bowl champions!!!

nfl: congrats!

y/n_handle: who dey!

lsufootball: joe & jama'rr!!

username_8: joe is the peoples mvp!!

username_9: still cant beat the chiefs in regular season

username_10: refs rigged the entire thing.

yourbsf: cincy!!!!!

*load more comments* y/n_handle

❤️ 41,370 💬 3,001

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y/n_handle: i am so so so proud of you 9. from your injury to being nominated for CPOY twice, you deserve it. ive seen a side of you that has changed since we've been together from cocky qb at LSU to a soft one here in the NFL. to more years in the league safely and more years together. 🧡

ps: a picture from the last game at home where we beat the chiefs joeyb_9: you deserve the entire world ❤️

lahjay_10: nah whos cutting onions in here.

username_11: joe needs to put a ring on it. im actually begging.

username_12: cutest nfl couple out there!!

username_13: ms shiesty mustve had his pregame outfit...

username_14: the chiefs are so much better than them

username_15: burrow is a fraud, i dont know how he made it this far...

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caption: good morning?

duexmoi

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duexmoi: controlling? fiance of cincinnati bengals quarterback y/n y/ln cannot post alleged wedding photos because its not a good look due to them "getting engaged/married so fast"

username_17: if this is true i need her to find a new MAN or he needs to find a new PR TEAM.

username_18: shes there for the money, probably why.

username_19: shes not attractive anyways..

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y/n_handle

📍cincinnati, oh

❤️ 1.2m 💬

liked by: yourbsf bengals and others

y/n_handle: officially mrs shiesty *comments are off*

joeyb_9

❤️ 555,000 💬 200,184

liked by: y/n_handle bengals

joeyb_9: always and forever

y/n_handle: until death does us part

username_20: stopp hes married now

username_21: ladies... time to move on.

username_22: so duexmoi never told a lie??

bengals: congrats!

lahjay_10: its about damn time joe.

joeyb_9: lahjay_10 stfu.

teehiggins: lahjay_10 i swear its been like 2 decades..

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duexmoi

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duexmoi: so ladies.. how are we feeling?? joe and y/n just confirmed their marriage with pictures on eachothers instagram depicting it.

username_23: she didnt have to take him like that 💔

username_24: that should be me tf!!

username_25: its true??? on a serious note congrats.

username_26: im gonna cry myself to sleep because what- 😀

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y/nburrow

📍the keys

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liked by: joeyb_9 yourbsf lahjay_10 and others

y/nburrow: allow me to reintroduce myself as mrs. y/n burrow.

yourbsf: the name change is insane

y/nburrow: yourbsf im y/n burrow, had to stay original.

joeyb_9: your so pretty mama ❤️

y/nburrow: joeyb_9 thank youuu..

username_27: just fell to my knees because he just called her mama..

username_28: joe has a pretty girl..

username_29: i still hope joe signed a prenup

y/nburrow: username_29 worry about your own shit. not every nfl wag is a gold digger 🫶🏾

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y/n_handle posted a story

caption: someone’s pullout game is weak… joeyb_9

note: thank yall so much for reading!! this will not turn into a series so cliffhanger for now lmaoo

[desperate-gay]

in honor of pernille’s bace in magda’s new boots,

magda & pernille, the living room, & “that’s mine.” & “you’re lucky you look so cozy right now.”

Thief

Pernille Harder x Magda Eriksson x fem!reader

summary: will have to wait and see! (i dont give summaries to these kinds of fics)

a/n: very small bc i am so tired. small early birthday present for my beloved aurora

“Just admit it!” Magda groans, twisting her key to unlock the front door of the shared house.

“I’m not going to admit to anything because it’s not true!” Pernille exclaims, throwing her arms in the air, causing her training bag to hit her side roughly.

“Just say you stole my favorite hoodie, and this can all be over with.”

“You know what? How about you admit to stealing my favorite blanket.”

The bickering continues as they step through the door, completely oblivious to you cozied up on the couch. You watch as the two make their way into the living room, glaring at one another with narrowed eyes.

Their bags are both discarded in the entryway—something you’ll scold them for later—but right now, you’re too caught up in the brewing standoff between your two lovers.

“Älskling, can you tell her to just tell me the tru—”

Magda’s words die in her mouth the moment she finally looks at you, having not spared you a glance since they arrived home from training. Pernille raises an eyebrow, curious about the sudden pause, until her gaze follows Magda’s and lands on you as well.

You sit there with doe eyes, sipping hot chocolate from a mug clutched in both of your hands.

“That’s mine.” Magda states, pointing to the large hoodie draped over your body.

“And that’s mine.” Pernille adds, gesturing toward the small blanket that’s thrown over your legs.

You hum in agreement, smiling softly at the two girls, completely innocent and oblivious to the conflict that was brewing between them.

The two players exchange looks, their jaws slightly slack, having momentarily forgotten about their own argument. They completely discarded the idea of you stealing their things.

“That’s my favorite blanket!”

“That’s my favorite hoodie!”

“Yes they are.” You reply, still smiling at your girlfriends, who to you seem oddly dramatic at the moment.

“We have been looking for those.” Pernille declares in a high-pitched, accusing tone, flopping her arms to her sides with a dramatic slap.

“They smell like you both.” You murmur, shrugging as you snuggle even deeper into the couch, something that from their perspective seems nearly impossible.

Magda and Pernille exchange another glance, their expressions softening for just a moment before Magda clears her throat and crosses her arms, toughening up her stance once more.

“You’re lucky you look so cozy right now.” Pernille huffs, dramatically stomping to the couch and flopping down onto the soft cushions.

“Yeah, because otherwise, we’d be tackling you to get them back.” The Swede adds, still standing with a slight grump.

“You wouldn’t.” You say, peeking your head out from behind the blanket.

“Try us.” Pernille challenges, quietly crawling closer to you.

Your gaze flips rapidly between them, eyes wide at the sudden shift in tone. Slowly, you begin untangling your legs from the mess of blankets, preparing for a quick getaway.

“Maybe we should test our theory. Nille?” Magda turns to look at the girl beside you, silently waiting for a signal to go.

Right as Pernille tries to lunge at you, you jump up with the blanket in your hands and run as quickly as you can. Magda reaches for you, but with a quick bend of your back, you just barely slip out of her grasp.

The two girls immediately chase after you, watching as you sprint through the house, the blanket flowing behind you like a flag in a parade.

“You’ll never catch me alive!”

“We will get our stuff back!”

“Dead or alive!”

[dadbaker765]

This is what you get with Marxism/Socialism. Someone ALWAYS will force their will on the least of us. If you dont do as they say, they execute you, just like Che Guevera did to these 14, 15 yo girls whosd family refused to obey him.

Fuck Marxists, Socialists and Liberals

[theantho1ogy]

College Party AU

Virgin!Choso x Fem!Reader

Choso didn't know how he ended up here.

At a random college party making out with the prettiest girl there.

Sitting on the soft, a solo cup filled with some random mixture, and bored out of his mind. He didn't want to be here, he'd rather be cooped up in his dorm studying for his next exam.

You caught his eye when he first arrived because how could you not. Your hips swaying under the strobe lights of the packed makeshift dance floor, grinding yourself on one of your girl friends.

Unconsciously Choso's eyes followed you throughout the house, always finding you in a different area, chatting up other eccentric college students.

So how did you end up here, on Choso's lap, grinding down on him as you two locked lips.

You approached him, curiously asking about his piercings, complimenting his sleek black hair and how healthy it looked. Before asking him if you could feel it.

Snuggling in his lap, you massaged his scalp. Choso didn't mean to but when you touched a certain spot on his head a moan slipped out.

Your movements paused, eyes widening, registering the sound that just came out of him, and why did you want to hear it again.

The blush on his face didn't help either, "did you like that?" You asked with a smile, resuming your massage.

Before he could respond, he choked out a noise of pleasure when you started grinding your hips on his. His bulge hardening under you, but you just smiled as you felt it.

You could feel that he was packing.

Pulling his head towards yours, you crashed your lips on his. Your grinding only got faster as you felt his bulge twitch against your clothed lips.

You couldn't help but moan into his mouth, both of your movements sloppy and fast. Trying to devour each other right on the couch.

Separating from his mouth you panted coming up for air. Both of your breaths mixing, his face flushed and eyes dilated in ecstasy.

"Wanna continue this upstairs?" You whispered in his ear. His eager nod made you want to chuckle.

Missing the feeling of his boner between your legs, you lifted off his lap, before pulling his hand and dragging you upstairs.

Choso trailed behind you like a lost puppy. He didn't care if he was bumping into others or where his drink went, all he wanted was you.

You knew where you were going, not even glancing at any other door you two passed before opening the one at the end of the hall.

Choso could barely get a look around before you pushed him down onto the bed. The fluffy comforter breaking his fall, and the plushies getting tossed to the floor.

Approaching the bed, you sensually gripped the end of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head. Your breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening from the cold room.

Choso drooled at the sight, speechless his eyes followed them as you climbed on his lap. "Now why am I the only one getting undressed." You pouted, watching him register your words and scrambled to get his shirt off.

His abs stared back at you, all six of them looking delectable, you couldn't help but lick them. Your hot tongue trailing all the way to his happy trail.

Unbuckling his pants, you pulled his dick out, just gripping it you couldn't help but smile.

Handsome and thick, he couldn't be more perfect.

You couldn't help but get a taste, swirling your tongue around his tip, smearing his precum on your lips before raising up to his height. Locking eyes as you licked it off, moaning at the taste.

Sitting up, you bunched your skirt up, and pulled your thong to the side. The heat of your sex hovering over his.

Choso didn't know what to do, his flustered state obvious as he watched you take the lead. "Dont be shy, you can touch me." You murmured, guiding his hands to your hips.

Just when he made contact, you sunk down, your pussy sealing his dick. Both of you moaned out, his grip on your waist getting tighter the more you went down.

His length and thickness had you going crazy. You bobbed up and down, slowly getting a rhythm.

Choso couldn't help but watch his dick move inside you, the sight mesmerizing. "Look at me while I fuck you." You commanded gripping his chin, grinding all the way down to his balls, extracting a deep groan out of him.

For a virgin, Choso couldn't handle how slow you were moving. Planting his feet on the bed, he thrusted his hips up into you, causing you to squeal out in surprise.

You grabbed onto your headboard as the both of you fucked in sync. The skin of your hips slapping together, the moaning from you both killing the sound of your bed banging against the wall.

Your tits dangled in his face, tempting him to get a taste. Whimpering out, as his lips enclosed around your perky nipple, his wet tongue playing with it inside his mouth.

The two of you couldn't get enough of eachother, the scent of sex potent as it wafted around the room.

He switched breasts, lapping at them like milk was suppose to come out. His drool coating both, making them glisten.

"Mmnn!" He moaned out, "please~ I'm close!"

Your hips picked up speed as you ride him, bouncing on his cock with vigor. The squelching sounds of your wet cunt turning him on even more.

You could feel that familiar ache rising in your gut, your orgasm close. You whined out, "I'm close baby!" the feeling of his dick fucking deep into you driving you nuts.

Choso grabbed your hips, slamming you down, his tip kissing your cervix and hitting that special spot. Making you cry out as you saw stars, cumming on his dick unexpectedly.

He held you down, groaning out as he spilled his cum deep within you. Feeling your clenched walls milk him for all he has.

Your hips unconsciously moving, causing him to whine out from overstimulation.

Tired and out of breath, you collapsed on his broad chest. His hand coming up to cup your head, you could hear his erratic heart beat right next to your ear.

Silence overtaking you both. Basking in each other's presence.

You relaxed for a couple minutes before slowly unsticking yourself from him.

Choso fully expecting you to kick him out and make the walk of shame home. Knowing he would never get to experience this ever again.

You disappeared through a door he didn't notice before, the sound of water running as he begrudgingly sat up.

But you reappeared with a wet cloth, "where do you think you're going handsome?" You questioned, pushing him back down as you cleaned him up.

"Um, I thought you'd want me out of here?" Choso said hesitantly, his shyness coming back. "Now why would I want that? Was my performance not satisfactory?" You teased, throwing the rag in a random spot.

Choso tried to stutter out a reply but the feeling of your body climbing back in bed with him, caused him to crash.

"Don't think you're getting rid of me now, Choso." You smirked, cuddling up to him as the two of you got comfortable in bed.

Content with this outcome, Choso didn't even register that he never told you his name. Falling asleep to the sound of your breathing and the thumping of the music downstairs.

[kkoga]

DO IT. DO THE HURT NO COMFORT. PLPSLSPLSPSLSPLS I LOVE ANGST!!!

-🎧

A/N : your wish is my command....

RAINY NIGHTS, sophia laforteza x fem!reader

Warning ! Hurt no comfort, toxic relationship, mentions of sensitive topics, not proofread

Disclaimer ! Everything written here is pure fiction. Every person is not a real portrayal of themselves.

Now playing ! Cologne by beabadobee

WC — I dont knkw bruh i wrote this and its 3 fucking am im not mentally sane lawl phones also 7 percent.

Synopsis ! After Sophia Laforteza fucks up multiple times, Y/n decides she's had enough. Time and time the girl had waited, but much to her dismay, all Sophia had done, was disappoint her.

Y/n shamefully exits the restaurant, feeling dozens of eyes on her. The girl had been waiting for her girlfriend, Sophia Laforteza, to show up to a date they've been planning for weeks now.

The first hour wasn't so bad. Maybe she had gotten stuck in traffic, or maybe she would be just a little late. The second hour was worse. At that point, waiters and waitresses had started asking her where her partner was. And what Y/n hated the most, was the fact that she had no answer to their questions.

Now here she was, after the fourth hour of waiting. It was currently 12 am, and much to the girl's luck, it had just started raining.

The girl could only sigh.

"What a great marvellous day! Not only does Sophia leave me waiting for our date, it starts raining right after I get kicked out! Absolutely hilarious!" Y/n mumbes to herself, tears beginning to well up.

"Maybe she just forgot. I mean, she's busy afterall..." The girl tried her best to convince herself that this was going to be a one time thing.

She was wrong.

Y/n bites her inner lip. It has been 2 hours since their designated sleepover. It's been weeks since Sophia had gone over to her house. So they'd been planning for a movie night. And tonight was that night. So why exactly has Sophia been ignoring her calls?

Y/n presses the call button once more, but to no avail, she was met with Sophia's voice mail for the nth time.

The popcorn was starting to get cold, and the ice cream was starting to melt. Y/n sighs. It's been two hours. Maybe she got caught up in an emergency schedule?

"Couldn't she just have told me...?" Y/n shakenly whispers to herself. This was the fourth time Sophia had stood her up this month alone.

Y/n begrudgingly placed the ice cream back in the fridge and seals the popcorn in a random container. The sound of rain keeping her grounded.

"It's okay. This will be the last time this happens."

Finally. Sophia had finally shown up to a hang out. Y/n had been waiting for the past month. The girl had greatly missed her girlfriend, and she hoped Sophia felt the same.

"Sophie! Hi!" Y/n ran up to Sophia, and hugged her as tight as she could. Afraid to let go, scared she might lose the one person able to cheer her up with a simple smile.

"Y/n! Baby! Hi, i missed you so much." Sophia hugged the girl back, and for a moment, Y/n thought,

"Finally. We're back to normal. Oh god, how I've missed my girl."

Y/n couldn't help the small but sweet smile that had formed.

It had been an hour since their hang out started, and apparently, Sophia had to go. Y/n felt sad, but knew it was her job, her dream. And Y/n would never get in the way of that.

As Sophia entered her car, Y/n bid goodbye to her girlfriend.

"Bye Sophie, miss you, and i love you." Y/n leans down for a cheek kiss, almost missing the unreadable expression Sophia had on her face.

"Yeah, bye." And with that, Sophia drives off to god knows where.

"No i love you too...? No... maybe she just forgot. It's fine." And suddenly, rain had started pouring. Y/n quickly ran for cover, but couldn't avoid looking like a somewhat wet puppy.

It was infact, not fine. It had been three months since that little mini date, and Sophia hadn't said the words "I love you". Atleast not without Y/n basically telling her to.

What went wrong? What did Y/n ever do? Did she offend Sophia? Did she do anything to form this... this gap between them?

Y/n felt so lost. So... confused. She was so sure she hadn't done anything. At least not anything she could remember. Well, she was going to find out tonight.

The door opens widely, in a swift manner. And in comes Sophia, sick and worried.

"Y/N, BABY, ARE YOU OKAY?? I came as soon as i got the text, I—" The panicked Sophia came in, expecting to see an injured or sick Y/n. But all she had found was Y/n sitting on the chair of one of her counters, with a stoic look on her face.

Sophia's breathe was heavy, like she had ran to get to Y/n's apartment.

"Why are you completely fine? You texted me it was an emergency Y/n, I was busy—!"

"Well, you always are, aren't you?" Y/n looks up to Sophia's eyes, and frustration begins to fill the Filipina.

"Excuse me? You know I'm constantly busy. For fucks sake, I'm an idol! You can't—"

"I know. I know what I signed up for, Laforteza. I know I'd never get in the way of your dreams. You would never even let me." Y/n gets off the stool, and faces her girlfriend.

"So what's your point! What, you call me here because you missed me? I was in a fucking meeting Y/n. With one of HYBE's officials!! Do you know how fucking important that is?" Sophia scratches her head in disbelief, her anger bubbling up faster than it ever has. Y/n sighs defeatedly.

"More important than me?"

Silence filled the apartment. What felt like hours were only a few measly seconds.

"The silence was more than enough, Laforteza. I'm tired. I am so fucking tired of you leaving me hanging. At first, it was a date here, a date there, but nowadays, it's like everything we plan just ends up with me waiting."

"But I'm trying Y/n! I'm trying my best for you, for my members, for my fucking dream. Why can't you just understand that?"

"Then answer this, Laforteza. When was the last time you had told me the words "I love you"? When was the last time you had willingly told me those three words."

Sophia tried to recollect, the Filipina had really tried her best. But the realization had hit her hard.

"Fucking THINK Laforteza. Give me a goddamned answer. When was the last time you had given me a sincere, loving, "I love you"?... ANSWER ME!"

"I... I can't remember...." Sophia had started tearing up. Why couldn't she fucking remember the last time she had said I love you to her own fucking girlfriend?

Y/n let out a laugh. But it wasn't the usual light and hearty laugh Sophia had always heard. This laugh sounded painful. It was like all of Y/n's vocal chords had suddenly forgotten what a laugh had sounded like.

After a few seconds, Y/n's laughing had turned into sobs.

"Do you know how many times I've had to shamefully walk out of a restaurant, or get kicked out? Sophia, everyone looked at me. Their eyes were so full of pity. The waiters and waitresses constantly checked up on me like I was some poor child, left behind by her mother. Countless times, Sophia. I endured it all, thinking it would be the last time."

Y/n's voice had started cracking, and the girl had made a face Sophia had never seen before. One filled with so much sadness, so much sorrow.

"But time and time again, you proved me wrong. Every date you stood up, every "I love you" left unanswered, destroyed me, Sophia."

"Baby... baby I'm so sorry, please—" Sophia tries to move closer to Y/n, but the girl pulls away.

"Don't. Don't ever call me baby ever again. You don't get the fucking right, Sophia."

"I'm so disappointed in you Sophia. I never thought you'd ever treat me this way. Your career may have excused a missing date or two. But seven in a row? Sophia, we've gone on three total dates for the past four month's. And we had planned seventeen. Seven fucking teen Sophia. You stood me up fourteen times, and that's only for the past four months."

"I.. please I'm so—"

"So let's end this."

"...what?"

This felt so surreal. Y/n had just asked her if they could end it. Sophia had felt her whole world crumble. She caused this? Has she really broken down the one person who had supported her through everything?

"No.. no, no we aren't. Please, just give me a chance to—"

"No, Laforteza. Get out. We're over."

Sophia laughs, hoping this was some sort of wicked sick dream.

"We aren't over Y/n. Please, I just—"

"We've been over for the past seven months, Laforteza. What we've had for those last few months was just me trying to keep us both on the same page. But a relationship requires two people. We can't keep going if your heart isn't in it, Laforteza."

Sophia couldn't help it. Her tears had burst out like there was no tomorrow. The girl hadn't cried like this for a long, long time.

"But.. but I need you Y/n, please..." At this point, the Filipina had gotten on her knees.

"No, you don't. Hell, you don't even want me. You just think you do. So please, get up and leave, before I say things I don't think I can take back."

"I can't just leave!"

"Yes you can. Leave. For the both of us, Sophie." The mention of her nickname was driving Sophia crazy.

"But I fucking love you Y/n!" .

Y/n looks at Sophia with a tired face.

"Do you really?"

Sophia looks at Y/n. A look of desperation displayed on her pretty face. Y/n hates how she's never going to see that face ever again. Hates how she's never going to kiss that pretty face to sleep ever again. Hates how those soft and comforting arms will never comfort her ever again. Hates how she will never wake up next to the love of her life ever again. Hates how Sophia will never be hers ever again. But she was okay with that. She knew it had to end one way or another. It was better this way.

And so, after more back and forth conversations, Sophia reluctantly leaves. Sophia closes the door, and Y/n locks it right after.

Y/n will never open up her heart for Sophia ever again. And the latter knows that. They were over. They were really over. Neither could believe it. The two fall to their knees, on opposite sides of the door. The sound of heavy rain masking the others cries.

Guess rainy nights were never their thing.

[darthbob88]

He's still roasting people.

For anybody who's not on Twitter or has it blocked, it's 3 tweets responding to Daniel Sirotkin who has locked his account.

dont lecture me about watches when you're a pedophile [with screenshots of articles about the guy getting 7 years in prison for sexually abusing a 14 year old girl]

it's true that i like photos of watches. but you like photos of children.

i list watches. you're on a watchlist.

This is some "burn the guy out of real life" level of roasting.

I don’t really Go Here but u can always rely on this man to read a right wing politician’s outfit for filth

[bombiikki]

𐙚⋆.˚　────  hit me with your best shot °｡⋆⸜

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ – libero!hanni x outside hitter!reader !!

synopsis: you have been rivals with hanni for god knows how long, and for such a simple reason as well—the both of you acknowledge the other’s skill. you both strive to beat the other in a battle of skill, resulting in five times you hit on hanni and the one time she hit on you in return.

contains:fluff, some mentions of blood like small mentions, reader flirts thru hitting hanni in the head with a volleyball, tension!!, they try extra hard to impress each other, hanni overthinks, she focuses too much on reader, she loses focus on the ball, theyre js highschool students taking everything too seriously, minji cameo!!! not rlly proofread..

a/n: i probably dont know enough abt volleyball to write this but we live on! all my expericne comes form my haikyuu phase and my friends who r obsessed with volleyball bc of haikyuu, like i took everything ik from haikyuu. wait this might actually be the longest thing ive ever written cuz wdum 5k words 😨

1. you had known hanni for almost your whole life, and both of you had a complicated relationship. she could be such a pain. yet, sometimes you dreamt of her eyes at night, and the way she lit up when winning a game. to put it simply, you both had mutually agreed to rival each other to see who came out on top.

you weren’t afraid to admit it—hanni is one good libero. in fact, she’s one of the best in the country under 18. you weren’t afraid to admit that hanni truly has skill and that’s why you were proud to be her rival. as a strong outside hitter, it brought a smile to your face every time she received one of your spikes—though it was still a little frustrating.

you opened the gym doors, already changed into your uniform, and waved to your teammates who had already arrived. your coach had already told you beforehand that your rival school would be arriving for friendly practice matches and luckily for you, it was being held at your school. all you had to do was wait for when they would arrive—when she would arrive.

you ran up towards the net, watching as your team’s setter set the ball up into the air above you. you jumped into the air, raising your arms and straightening your back, as you sharply hit the ball onto the other side of the court. the gym door opened abruptly as soon as the ball made contact with the floor. it quickly bounced off with a big boom, then it made contact with someone’s face.

you watched with wide eyes as a short figure fell back from the impact of the ball. you ran up to the fallen girl, watching as she slightly lifted her head up. you knelt by the girl’s side, resting your hand on the back of her head as you helped her sit up.

“it’s good to see your spikes have gotten sloppier,” she winced in such a familiar voice. when she turned her head to look at you, you felt your lips curl up.

“hanni! and i thought the star libero could receive any one of my spikes,” you sneered, now hovering your hand over hanni’s back. “yeah, not when it decides to bounce straight off the floor to my face,” she snickered. 

you rolled your eyes. 

“well then, i’ll be sure to hit the ball softer for you next time.” you teased as you helped hanni get up,  the rest of her team flowing through into the gym. 

“just make sure you receive it properly then, superstar,” you smirked, flicking your fingers at her head before walking away with a wink. luckily for hanni, you didn’t turn around to watch the way her cheeks began to flush a red tint.

“hit me with your best shots and i’ll be sure to receive all of them,” you heard her yell out.

2. despite it being just a friendly practice match, you could feel the tension rise on the court. everyone was hungry for blood and you could feel it in your veins.

you ran up to the net with perfect technique, bringing your arms back and up as you jumped into the air with as much force as you could. as you straightened your back, it felt like time stopped for you in the air. you analysed the opposing side of the court, looking for an opening behind the opposing middle blockers’ arms. as you watched the ball fly into your field of vision, you took your dominant arm and hit the ball straight through the middle blockers in front of you and into an empty space of the court.

you landed with both feet on the floor, moving back into position as you readied for a counterattack. the spike you hoped to land made its way back into the air, saved by a diving hanni as she looked at you with a smirk. she was one good libero.

the ball continued to fly across the court, not once touching the ground. you continued to spike with all your might, watching as hanni received all of your hits as promised. if you weren’t increasingly getting irritated, you would give her a big smooch on the cheek for being impressively good. 

you ran up to the net once more, the opposing middle blockers following your movement, but the ball didn’t come flying towards you. instead, it was set in the direction of your team’s other outside hitter. the ball flew down onto the other side of the net and made contact with the floor, hanni just missing the ball.

you watched hanni get up from the floor with a scowl on her face. you watched as she dusted her jersey before looking into your eyes and smirking.

“told you i would receive all your hits,” she snickered. “feeling scared yet, cục cưng?”

“are you trying to woo me with your vietnamese, hanni?” you snorted, slowly retreating backwards as your team began to rotate their positions.

“and don’t worry, i’m not scared yet sweetie—i’m just warming up,” you said, sticking out your tongue as you readied yourself three steps behind the service line.

you took a deep breath in as the whistle blew through the gym. you tossed the ball high into the air in front of you, stepping forward then jumping high into the air. you brought your dominant hand forward with as much force as you could, spreading your fingers and making contact with the ball with your palm. you made sure to put your best into this one shot.

with the ball making contact with your palm, you felt time slow down. you could feel the sweat dripping down from your temple, the blood pumping through your body, and the excitement you felt knowing this is what you loved doing. being able to play volleyball like that made you smile mid-air.

time began to speed up again for you, the ball suddenly flying onto the opposing court with immense power. as you began to fall from the air, you watched the other side of the court with immense concentration. you watched the ball you just hit, as it flew straight towards the center back. it made its way straight towards hanni.

time began to slow down for hanni with the ball right in front of her face. she had blinked for a second and suddenly the ball was right in front of her. when had she lost her concentration? when had she lost her focus on the ball? before she could bring her hands up to receive the ball, it made direct contact with her face.

3. you somehow found yourself stuck with different volleyball clubs in a training camp. it was an agreed collaboration between your coaches. honestly, all you heard was free food and more time to train up on volleyball.

you opened up the doors to the gym, watching as many clubs already started practicing with each other. you noticed a familiar figure on a nearby court, receiving a ball that came flying towards you. you caught the ball right before it made contact with your face before moving your hands to the side.

“sorry!” you heard hanni say, walking up to you. “oh, y/n. it’s you,” she said monotonously.

“wow, such an apologetic tone for someone who almost hit me in the face,” you sneered, watching hanni roll her eyes.

“whatever. it’s like you don’t hit me in the face every chance you get,” hanni snorted in response.

“i never purposefully aim for your face pham,” you shrugged.

“yeah, tell that to the bloody nose i had a week ago at that practice match.”

“well, i thought ms superstar told me to hit her with my best shot and that she would receive it.”

“well, ms superstar has been distracted recently. it’s not my fault you hit like a damn monster.” hanni rolled her eyes, but you swore you could see the edges of her lips curl up a bit.

“is my face that distracting that your receives have been getting sloppier? how touching,” you teased.

“yeah, you look like a damn clown that i can’t help but laugh at your face every time i see you,” she sneered, turning her back to walk away.

you threw the ball, that still sat in your hands, from your chest. it flew and hit hanni straight in the back of her head and bounced right back at you. as you caught the ball, you watched hanni slowly turn her body towards you with a big offended look on her face.

“what the hell y/n!?” she yelled, walking back towards you. you chuckled in response as you looked down at the girl.

“you forgot your ball. can’t practice without it can you?” you smirked. you handed the ball over to hanni as she began to walk away again.

“you better get your game back, hanni. it’s no fun beating you if your mind is floating around elsewhere,” you shout out to her.

hanni stopped in her tracks before turning her head to face you. she stuck her tongue out as a gesture of mockery, but you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as she continued to walk away,

4. you trained your butt off as the days passed. and—perhaps—you even watched hanni—occasionally— from afar. you aren’t so sure what had gotten her distracted but it continued to bother you. you meant what you told her on the first day—it’s not fun beating her if she had her head in the clouds.

well, it didn’t matter. or atleast, it didn’t seem to matter at the moment because you were stood playing a match against her once more. she seemed to be doing well too, not once failing to receive the ball with perfect technique. it made you smile knowing she was back in her game.

it was the third set, each team with one set to their name. everyone was sweating and running around the court with nothing but victory as their goal. the ball flew across the court, the sound of the ball hitting the ground occasionally filling the ears of every player. you ran up to the net multiple times, hitting the ball multiple times. sometimes, you could hit the ball straight through the blockers’ hands and other times, you would be completely blocked off.

you were mid-air once more with the ball right in front of you. you scanned the opposing side before hitting the ball with as much power as you could. you watched the ball as it flew downwards, and you watched as hanni dived to save the ball from hitting the ground.

she got up quickly before smirking at you, and you couldn’t help but smirk back before readying yourself for a counterattack.

the set continued to drag on. you continued to spike the ball as hard as you could, as hanni continued to save every hit you made with just as much effort. she really was the perfect rival.

you made eye contact with hanni as she received another one of your spikes, a smug look plastered onto her face. maybe it was because you were playing too hard, but you felt your cheeks grow warmer. you quickly rolled your eyes and ran back, readying yourself as the ball came flying over to your side of the court again.

“free ball!” you heard one of your teammates yell out. 

you watched as the ball began to fly towards your setter, eyeing the ball closely. you ran up to the net once more—catapulting yourself into the air with your arms ready to make contact with the ball. you watched as the opposing team’s blockers began to jump up to your height as well, blocking your view of their side of the court.

as you began to fall back to the ground, you heard the ball fall to the ground. you looked over to your right and noticed that your setter had made a dump. you watched as hanni had dived to try and save the ball, but to no avail. 

she looked up at you from the ground with a scowl. you smirked at her.

“nice rally, superstar. glad to know you’re back in your game again,” you winked at her before walking back into position.

you heard the whistle ring in your ears before one of your teammates served the ball onto the other side of the court. you instinctively began to make your way to the back of the court, waiting for the ball to make its way back to your side. when it did, you began to run up to the net again. you felt the adrenaline really pump in your blood—and when you jumped, you couldn’t help but smile at the freedom of flying in the air while playing a sport you loved.

you scanned the opponent’s side of the court, finding the perfect spot to spike the ball into while avoiding the opposing middle blockers.

hanni watched as your setter set the ball right to you, and so she moved back in hopes that you would try to spike it right before the server line. she watched you smile as you began to move your arm forward and make contact with the ball. hanni couldn’t help but feel her knees buckle, watching you enjoy a sport so much with such a genuine smile on your face. sometimes she hoped she could make you smile like that.

next thing she knew, the ball had already landed onto her side of the court—bouncing off the floor with such force that it bounced right under hanni’s chin. the impact had her sent flying back, and it gave your team the set point.

hanni began to rub on her chin while still lying down, her teammates rushing to her side in worry.

“hanni, are you okay?” she heard you call out. 

you soon filled her vision, offering a hand to help her up.

“stop hitting so hard—you damned powerhouse,” hanni mumbled, reaching out for your hand.

5. it had been a few weeks since the training camp—but that didn’t stop you from seeing hanni more frequently. for some odd reason, despite you constantly hitting her in the face, you both kept in contact. 

hanni did yk we r coming over to ur school again tmr 🙄 y/n now whats up with that emoji i thought u would be happy to see my pretty lil face again 👅 hanni EWWWWW FREAKKYYYYY i would never miss ur face 🤮 y/n well u didnt have to put it like that that hurts hanni 🙁 hanni who asked y/n well i definitely missed ur face cant wait to see ur expression when i beat u again hanni that wouldve been so sweet if u didnt add that last part y/n ikr im like  the sweetest 😽 hanni just dont hit me in the face again please y/n only bc u asked so nicely!

you typed away at your phone, giggling every time you got a reply from hanni. you didn’t want to admit it to her, but you really did miss her face. you missed the way she would smirk at you when she would receive your spikes, the way she would scowl at you when you accidentally hit her in the face. you missed her eyes, and the way they would light up when she played volleyball.

you slammed your phone down onto your bed sheet, a warmth growing on your cheeks. did you—like hanni? you felt your head grow lighter at the thought. you knew the upcoming joint training might end you.

—

you opened the door to the gym, hearing chatter and balls slamming into the ground. you had noticed that hanni’s team was already here.

you heard footsteps walking towards you, and when you turned your head you watched as hanni jumped onto you. you both fell as she collided into you.

“nice to see you finally showed up, y/n,” hanni smirked, getting up from on top of you. she extended a hand to help you up. you took her hand and pulled her down as you got up, making her shriek in surprise.

“nice to see you too, hanni,” you chuckled as she smiled at you. you helped hanni get up—with no shenanigans this time.

you both made your way to the court, ready to destroy the other in a game of volleyball. as you walked up to greet your teammates, you heard a voice yell from behind you.

“hey y/n! if you hit me in the face again, i’ll return it ten fold.” you turned around to see hanni smiling, then she stuck out her tongue. you felt your heart race, watching her turn back on her heels towards her own team.

you made your way to the server line, being the first person to serve. you took in deep breaths as you walked back three steps. as you threw the ball up, you began to run up and jump in the air. as you stretched yourself back, you watched the opposing side of the court—looking for the perfect place to hit the ball into.

as your eyes darted around the opposing court, you made eye contact with hanni. she had her tongue stuck out on the side of her lips, watching you and the ball intently. you hit the ball with your dominant hand, but it was out of time. your serve was sloppier than it should’ve been, and so you cursed yourself as you landed back onto the floor.

you watched as hanni perfectly received your serve—the ball making its way to the opposing setter and spiked back into your side of the court.

you instinctively run towards the net as the ball flies towards your setter. you jump high into the air and brought your arm back. as per usual, you scan the opposing side of the court to look for an opening. though, you knew in the back of your mind that you were just searching the court for hanni. you made direct eye contact with her as the ball flew towards your hand. you hesitated for a split second before hitting the ball.

as you began to descend from the air, you watched as the ball you just hit faltered. it began to die mid air, landing straight into hanni’s face. hanni fell back along with the ball, and you watched her slowly sit up with her hand on her nose.

you walked under the net and kneeled next to hanni.

“hanni! are you okay?” you exclaimed, resting your hand on top of hers.

“i thought i told you not to hit me in the face,” hanni sighed.

you frowned before getting up and running to a cabinet on the side of the gym. you opened the metal doors and scanned the shelves, looking for a first aid kit. you looked back to see both of your coaches now surrounding hanni and checking on her condition. you quickly snatched the first aid kit before running to hanni again, pushing yourself between the coaches and reaching out a hand to hanni.

“c’mon, i’ll help you get fixed up,” you said with a small smile.

hanni took your hand as your coach glared at you. as you felt hanni’s soft hand against yours, you immediately began to sprint towards the gym doors—dragging her with you.

“don't worry, coach! i’ll be back soon!” you exclaimed before running off with hanni.

you continued to drag her towards the school bathrooms, slowing down as you got closer to your destination. hanni didn't say a word as she was being dragged.

you pulled hanni into the bathroom, placing down the first aid kit onto the sink counter. you turned your head towards hanni who had her chin lifted up a little.

“what are you doing?” you frowned.

“you literally hit me square in the nose. it’s bleeding sherlock,” hanni sneered. your eyes furrowed, opening the first aid kit and scanning for tissues.

“what type of first aid kit doesn't have tissues!?” you exclaimed in frustration. you looked back at hanni as she continued to lift her chin up high.

“i’ll be back in just a second. wait for me, please.” you ran out of the bathroom, leaving hanni with the opened first aid kit on her side.

you ran back into the bathroom not a minute later, now accompanied with a box of tissues and an ice pack.

“took you long enough,” hanni smirked.

“har har,” you said, rolling your eyes. 

you placed yourself in front of hanni, who was leaning against the sink counter. you held a tissue in one hand as your other was placed onto the counter—right next to hanni’s side. as you loomed over her, you used the tissue to try and clean up some blood which had already fallen.

“did you really have to get a tissue box? we're in a bathroom and there's loads of tissues here,” hanni whispered. you continued to slowly clean up surrounding blood, humming in response.

“i am not cleaning you up with toilet paper—that's nasty. plus, the tissues in the staff room are high quality,” you shrugged.

when you finished cleaning up the surrounding blood, you placed the used tissues onto the side. still looming over hanni, you placed your hands on her waist before propping her up to sit on the counter. hanni shrieked in response and you giggled before handing her a tissue for herself.

“you can stick this up your nose or something—whatever you think is best to stop the bleeding,” you smiled up at her.

you watched as hanni rolled her eyes, taking the tissue in your hands with reddened cheeks. she watched you pick up the ice pack you had gotten before—wrapping it up with cloth. once wrapped up, you reached up to hanni's nose bridge and gently placed the ice pack there.

you looked up into hanni's eyes as she looked down on you. she had her legs on either side of your torso, your own body pressed against the edge of the counter. you changed your focus from her eyes to the ice pack.

“and where did you get the ice pack from?” hanni whispered, your face leaning in closer as you continued to hold onto the ice pack.

“med bay,” you hummed. hanni scoffed, “so, why didn't you just take me there?”

you continued to focus on the ice pack on hanni’s nose, before staring into her eyes. your eyes softened under her gaze, her eyes filled with curiosity as your eyes were filled with something sweeter.

“i wanted to take care of you myself,” you smiled softly. “it's the least i can do considering i’m the one who just smashed a ball into your face,” you continued in a hushed tone.

you chuckled in a low tone as hanni began to blush, breaking eye contact with you as you continued to care for her nose.

“the bleeding stopped,” hanni mumbled, placing her used tissues with the ones before.

you placed the ice pack down, furrowing your brows in concentration. you brought your hand up to hanni’s cheek, feeling the softness of her skin against your hand. you felt your own cheeks begin to heat up, but now was not the time for that—you just needed to make sure hanni was okay. you moved her head with your hand, inspecting her nose’s condition. you felt hanni briefly lean into your touch, before you let go of her cheek.

“yeah, it seems to be okay now,” you said in a hushed tone.

you looked up at hanni, your faces only a breath apart. you looked into her eyes, getting lost in how big and soft they looked. your eyes briefly travelled down to her lips, before making their way back up to her eyes. 

your body continued to lean into hanni’s, and she happened to match your movement. hanni placed her arms on top of your shoulders as you placed both of your hands onto her sides. your lips brushed against hanni's before you heard footsteps coming closer.

your ears perked up before you turned your head towards the bathroom entrance—a younger girl standing there with her hands over her eyes.

“i didn’t see anything! carry on!” she fumbled, crashing into a wall before running back out.

“huh, i didn't know there were still some students roaming around,” you chuckled awkwardly.

you looked back at hanni who was avoiding your gaze. her lips were pursed as her cheeks flushed a deep red. her hands were still placed on top of your shoulders, so you took one of her hands into yours.

“um, take this for your nose. just—put it on your nose to help with possible swelling,” you whispered—placing the ice pack into her hands.

she nodded softly before doing as she was told. you removed yourself from your position in front of hanni—standing on the side to fix up the first aid kit.

you zipped up the kit before turning your head towards hanni. she got down from the counter before looking into your eyes—something hidden behind her gaze. 

“did you want to—um—go back to the gym?” you stuttered. hanni nodded softly once more.

you cleaned up the used tissues before washing your hands. you snatched the first aid kit from the counter and stood by hanni's side. you wrapped an arm around her shoulder, the two of you walking back to the gym.

+1. a week had passed since the last time you saw hanni. you still texted her—sure!—but there was this tension between the two of you that always seemed to bug you. your friends would laugh at you for feeling tension through a screen, but you felt it and so it was real to you.

it was also very real for hanni. during volleyball practices, her coach would constantly find her in her own mind—seemingly lost in space. this wasn’t good news for the team, considering hanni was the backbone.

“hey, hanni! wait up!” minji called out. she was one of hanni’s best friends and had taken up volleyball along with hanni.

hanni turned around to look at minji—two water bottles in her hand. minji threw one at hanni, which hanni fumbled in her hands before securing it tight around her fingers.

“what’s going on with you recently? did something happen?” minji questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

“i have no clue what you’re talking about!” hanni blushed, opening her water bottle and gulping it down.

“is this about y/n?” minji teased, nudging hanni with her shoulder. hanni froze in place, her cheeks continuing to flush. she slowly turned her head to look at minji.

“i—don’t know what you’re trying to insinuate,” hanni said monotonously. she pursed her lips before opening her mouth, and then closing it once more. she looked down at her feet then let out a big sigh.

“well, you don’t have to tell me anything. but—just to let you know—we are having another joint practice with them in like 2 days,” minji shared, patting hanni on the back. “you know, some girls on the team bet both of the coaches are together—on the sidelines—and just want to see each other during practice,” she continued, chuckling before taking a sip of water.

hanni only nodded slowly.

“look, whatever you got going on with y/n—just ask her out already,” minji sighed. “again, you don’t have to tell me anything but i know something happened so just ask her out already. i’m getting a lil tired seeing you two flirt everytime we got practice with her team.”

hanni glared at minji who wore a casual face. hanni stopped for a moment, the gears in her head moving around.

“okay, so let’s say something did happen—hypothetically. and if i were to ask her out—potentially—what should i do?” hanni blurted out, watching as minji shrugged her shoulders.

“i don’t know,” minji said. “what do you mean you don’t know!?” hanni shouted.

“i don’t know means i don’t know man! just—do something that’s strictly a thing the two of you do—or something,” minji exclaimed.

hanni furrowed her brows and pouted. something the both of you did? hanni let out the biggest sigh ever before smacking her cheeks.

“you know what? it’s whatever! i don’t need to think about this anymore! i’ll just forget about it,” hanni chirped. minji just slowly nodded and shrugged her shoulders in response.

—

the day of your joint volleyball practice came quickly. yes—it was only two days but hanni expected it to feel longer.

she opened the door to your school’s gym, immediately hearing the chatter of people and the impact of volleyballs against different surfaces. she turned her head to the side to watch people practicing, before hearing someone yell out.

“heads up!”

hanni turned her head back forward, watching as a volleyball began to fly towards her. she put up her hands to receive it, before a hand came between her face and the ball.

hanni’s eyes travelled from the back of the person’s hand, up to their arm, then to their face. you looked at hanni with a soft smile before turning to yell at the person who hit the ball.

“watch where you’re hitting man!” you frowned.

you brought your hand down, throwing the volleyball back at your teammate then turning to hanni.

“hi!” you smiled brightly. hanni felt her cheeks grow warm before hiccuping a ‘hi’ back.

“your nose is still doing okay, right?” you questioned, concern laced in your voice. hanni nodded before softly smiling at you.

“yeah, it’s doing better since you smashed a ball into it,” she teased. you rolled your eyes before patting her on the shoulder.

“see you on court, superstar,” you winked before running off.

now why was everything normal between the two of you. hanni was left bamboozled. just a week ago the both of you almost kissed, and now you seem completely normal. ‘forget all about this’ her ass—hanni was not forgetting anything.

“minji, did i fumble?” hanni asked monotonously.

“potentially,” minji chuckled.

“do you have a volleyball on you right now?”

“yeah, why?” minji raised her eyebrow, wondering what antics hanni had up her sleeve this time.

“pass it over.”

minji handed hanni the volleyball, who was now marching her way over to you. you continued to walk towards your teammates before you heard a loud voice call out for you.

“y/n! wait up!”

you turned around to see hanni march towards you with a volleyball.

“oh, hey hanni! what’s u–” and before you could finish your sentence, the volleyball in hanni’s hands now met the surface of your face.

your head was pushed back a little, before you began to regain consciousness of what had just happened. as you brought your head back forward, hanni stood right in front of you with a finger against your chest.

“what was that for!?” you exclaimed. hanni furrowed her eyebrows before aggressively poking the middle of your chest.

“i’m not about to kiss you in front of a whole gym of people, but i like you and i’m not gonna pretend like we didn’t almost kiss last week,” hanni said in a hushed tone.

you looked at her with wide eyes as her words travelled through your ears. you stood there in shock before you felt your entire face begin to redden. you brought your hands to your ears as you also tried covering your face with your elbows.

“couldn’t you have told me this later?” you mumbled, blushing profusely at hanni’s sudden confession.

“and miss the chance of hitting you in the face with a volleyball while confessing my love for you? hell nah!” hanni giggled softly, watching you slowly begin to crumble.

“ms powerhouse isn’t so powerful now, is she?” hanni teased.

you took in a deep breath before uncovering your face and looking into hanni’s eyes. 

“says the one who doesn’t have the guts to kiss me in front of a whole gym,” you teased in a hushed tone.

“i like my privacy,” hanni shrugged.

you nodded and hummed in response before taking her wrist.

“hey, coach! i gotta take a bathroom break—don’t wait up!” you yelled across the gym, running out the gym doors with hanni by your side.

[worstqueerbaittournament]

Submission message for Stiles and Derek (Teen Wolf): Sterek! The showrunner even had fans vote in polls and promised to make Sterek happen if we won fandom awards! There were promo videos of the two actors cuddling on a ship...

Submission message for Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf): ooh if we can submit characters, i nominate stiles stilinski from teen wolf! hinted at being queer several times + there was the sterek promo, obviously no follow through

Additional propaganda Stiles and Derek: say what you want but im still not over the psychic damage of that mtv ad for teen wolf where they put stiles's actor in derek's actor's lap and had them cuddle and shit for votes. please if u have any mercy they will make it to the finals.

They baited us into voting for the MTV choise awards by having the actors literally cuddle on a boat! (Stiles' actor said "we are on a ship")! They promised us if we won, we would get more of the two actors "taking naps together"! Heavily baiting canon sterek if we vote!! AND WE DID!!! And nothing happened. I hate Jeff Davis so much JUST LOOK AT THIS

I think "all their queerbaiting was done during promo" is a BIG misunderstanding. Like yeah, the propaganda here focuses on that because that was the WORST thing they did, but it is far from the ONLY thing they pulled.

Derek bridal carrying Stiles after Stiles crashed an FBI MISSION to save his life:

Literally laying on top of each other

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Shoving each other against walls:

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Putting himself in danger to protect Stiles

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Stiles being the only one to touch Derek after Boyd's death

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Derek literally dreaming of Stiles after getting injured by his abuser

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Running back into danger for Stiles

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Additional:

Derek can pick out Stiles scent and emotions, Scott (his best friend of over a literal decade) cannot

Derek chose to believe Stiles over the darach and that was literally the thing to break through the darach's mind manipulation

Stiles is the only character to ever call the Argents out on killing Derek's family

Stiles calls Derek "real alpha" despite Scott having had the title at that time

They have canonically had sleepovers (Stiles harboring Derek's fugitive ass not once, but twice)

Stiles is the only person to know about Derek's first love dying (besides Derek's family)

They flirt bicker constANTLY

Additional propaganda Stiles: Stiles is SO bi-coded! He has an entire conversation about attraction with a bisexual girl and when she asks him if he "likes boys", he looks like he just had the epiphany of his life! When Danny volunteers to sleep with him, he is excited and when Danny reveals he was only joking, he is genuinely hurt! AND there is the scene where he tells Scott to call him "Biles". He also jokes around with Scott that he finds his new alpha status really hot. AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE WHOLE STEREK THING

The Biles is because Coach was reading the names for first line and said the letter looked like a B so he said Btilinski. Stiles wanted to be first line so much that he didn’t want Scott to correct coach and risk not being first line. All other points are valid.

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im still stuck on helena saying "I didn't like who I was on the outside. I was ashamed."

helena doesn't like who she is. by her own admission. i dont think this was her trying to mimick helly. i think this was her being the most open and honest she's dared to be, maybe in a long time. maybe ever. she recognises that helly can be open with mark s. so she recognises that she can, too. even if that means blurring those lines of trust. even if it means betraying her family. betraying mark. betraying helly. betraying herself.

kind of takes us back to "I'm going to destroy your company." "your company!"

like, helena is willing to aid helly in destroying her family's legacy. ultimately, her legacy. in a way, helly did steal that from her. and yet, still, she's ashamed.

so, by stealing helly's life, she's trying to change it. she thinks, "if I'm not worthwhile as helena, then surely I must be worthwhile as helly. she's loved. can I be loved?"

she's so interesting. the lines between her and helly, between her corporate facade and her true self are getting more and more blurry as time goes on. and I think she's not sure she understands it. but god I'm glad we get to have helly r back. I missed my girl.

and don't even get me started on mark's reintegration and how that just serves to complicate everything even further. there's no semblance of separation anymore. there's no semblance of "innie" and "outie". nothing will ever be easy for mark s and helly r. ever again.

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IMPORTANT!!! I have a tummy ache. send help, I may not see the next rising sun /j