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Had a dream last night that two of my best friends came to stay with me and also Mabel was alive đ„č
#we were all tucked up in my bed with me in the middle#every time i opened my eyes one of them was like âomg do you need anything??â#she tried to bring me an energy drink and a glass of water. and then turned on a tv i donât have & put on a movie with the sound down#i âwoke upâ still in the dream and one of them was gone so i went downstairs to make the other one a hot chocolate#it was a ridiculously complicated hot chocolate. it was like the luxury hot chocolates i used to make at work#and i look round and i see mabel standing at the kitchen door patiently waiting for her lunch and iâm like âMABEL. BABYYYâ#so i tried to let her out the patio door but the key wasnât in the patio door and also the garden gate was open#i couldnât find the key and i was like âmabel must need to pee. like. she mustâ#i ended up putting her on a leash (she was deaf & senile & had zero recall so couldnât be unleashed even on the driveway)#and we were about to walk down the driveway into the garden so she could pee there and then i was going to close the gate & try to find the#patio door key. i woke up before i could do any of this or finish making the hot chocolate#i was happy but also sad that i woke up. i miss my little mabel. i miss her face#at some other point in the dream i remember seeing her half asleep in her basket and i was just like đ„șđ„șđ„ș#i just wanted to stand there and look at her because i knew she wasnât supposed to be there and i wanted to enjoy however long i had#with her. and thatâs something i donât think i always did when she was alive. and the guilt eats me up#she was so loved. i loved her so much. but i wish iâd given her more. i wish iâd been less annoyed by her quirks#like how she could never be let off a lead and how she used to stare at me for hours even though she didnât want anything (had been fed#recently; wouldnât go for a walk or play with me if i tried; wasnât receptive to attention)#if she came back for the day and all she wanted to do was stare into my soul i would be so happy. i feel so awful for ever being annoyed#by her habits. she just wanted to know where i was đ#personal
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â hybrids â f! cat x doberman ghost! + heat + virginity loss + squirting + implied pregnancy/breeding âËâĄ
where you go into heat, and your not-so-new friend simon helps you.
when price finally brought simon home, you did not take it all too kindly. only familiar with the presence of price and few other hybrids (being a house cat and all, always preferring to stay home), you grew uptight at the new imposing presence at your home. you knew price was only trying to look out for you by gifting you a companion, someone you could cling to when he was away, yet he also knew how shy you were too which could translate to unwelcoming behaviour towards those who are unacquainted with you.
simon having been briefed by price of your shy tendencies played along, preferring to wait until you grew accustomed to his presence around the house. which admittedly took... quite a while. price having been home for the start of simon's stay to get you on friendly terms did little to help, only making you ever so clingier.
when it came to just the both of you within the confines of your home, you avoided him with an admirable amount of effort. he knew it wasn't that you disliked him, you just haven't gotten to know him and how could you when you'd scramble if he walked into a room you were currently in? or if he'd be leaning on the doorframe of your shared bathroom waiting for you to finish your lengthy baths, the scent of your bathbomb wafting through the crack of the doorway your humming gleefully at the warmth of the water clear to his impeccable hearing, doberman hybrid and all does little to quell his ever growing fascination in you.
the week leading up to your heat (not that he knew), was filled with uncommon behaviour from you, once an early riser now you woke later into the day, your sweet scent heightened keeping him alert of your whereabouts throughout the house. your usually energetic self, that always found a way to keep busy around the house also grew tired easier, which was how he found you sprawled out on the couch late at night, a show you were keen on running on the tv. gathering your weak form in his arms, he lifted you up bridal style making sure to cradle your head in his arm.
your eyes opened briefly, jolting awake as you realized who was currently holding you and walking you towards your bedroom, before you gave in to the lethargy that seemed to engulf your body. letting him carry you up the stairs, his scent overwhelming your senses leaving your body the slightest bit feverish.
"i don't feel so good." your words coming out barely more than a whisper into the chilly night air, lights dimmed out due to the hour.
"i can see that, let me take care of you yeah? " his arms wrapping tighter around your form as he rounds the corner to your bedroom, tucking you in, and closing the door softly behind him before placing a call to price.
"...the date of her heats are usually irregular, but she's probably going into one soon." price's voice crackles through the phone speaker, as simon's brow furrows.
"what can i do to help her?" simon's reply earns a small huff from price, who's answer has simon's cock growing hard in his trousers imagining you begging for him.
"you can help her but only if she asks, she probably will though. god knows you feel much better than her dildo does."
the next morning he was greeted with the overwhelming scent of your slick, your warm body atop him, bare tits pressed against his chest, his blanket pushed aside so your wet little pussy could rub on his still covered hard on. every pass of his cock spreading open your pretty pussy, his tip catching onto your clit creating pleasurable friction.
"what's all this about angel? where did my shy girl go hm?"
"m' sorry si, need you..." his hands go to guiding your hips, as they grew sloppier. your wetness creating a patch on his boxers outlining his hard cock.
"s' alright pretty, i've got you." tipping your chin up to meet his gaze as he connects your lips to his, softly pecking them as a form of reassurance. price said to take things slow and he promised to try, you had no qualms kissing him back so sweetly as he cradled your cheek in his palm. with your pussy still rubbing on his cock, he moved you to lay below him lifting his body enough to peel his boxers off.
spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt, little hole twitching and leaking slick. your little clit glistening in the early morning sunrise, as he circles it softly with the head of his cock, dragging it down to your pool of slick and up to nudge against your clit, swiping it back and forth as you writhed on the bed moaning for him to,
"put it in now please si."
"so wet angel, i could just slip right in yeah?"
"'mhm! s' wet for you."
"such a good girl, so pretty for like this for me."
he positions the head of his cock on your hole, the both of you gasping as it enters. all the while rubbing your clit softly with his thumb, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips. your pussy halfway enveloping his fat cock as your legs tremble softly, your hole clenching rhythmically at his intrusion. your hands go to his biceps as you feel the knot in your stomach growing ever so tighter, just from him putting his cock in. you've had a dildo and a couple pleasurable vibrators before to help you through your heat but never an actual cock, the feeling of his big cock entering your practically virgin hole was too much to bear, even more so as he rubbed at your clit so sweetly to build enough pleasure and wetness to take his cock. before you knew it, you were cumming hard on his cock a soft gasp left you as he worked you through your strong orgasm, clenching hard on his fat cock.
"so pretty... that was a nice one hm lovie, that feel good for your little pussy sweetheart yeah? y' love my fat cock stretching out your hole so much you can't help it huh."
"s' too big si..." you sobbed out as his fingers kept strumming your clit, prolonging your orgasm.
"you're taking it so well though sweetheart, i'm almost there baby. you can cum as much as you want angel."
your orgasm which left you wetter than before made it easier for him to ease his cock inside, groaning at your warmth as he bottomed out. he zoned in on where your eyes were currently resting, the filthy sight of your pussy plugged full of his cock as he took a testing shallow thrust, a mewl leaving your lips.
"your pussy's so pretty full of my cock sweetheart, you're taking it so well, 'm so proud baby."
"what do you say sweetheart?" he says, pulling his cock out halfway, watching as his cock slips out coated in your slick and cum.
"thank you si-i!" he slammed his hips once, again filling your pussy up full and catching you off guard.
his thrusts left you breathless as you looked into his eyes, pleading for anything and everything at all once. your current state of heat left your cheeks perpetually flushed which he found charming, your eyes fluttering, for someone who was practically begging to be fucked just this morning, he loved your sweet, shy and soft little mewls. slotting your lips together to meet for a kiss, one that you so kindly and eagerly return, he knows he's found your spot as a sweet little gasp leaves your lips. he rests his forehead to yours as you lock your feet on his back, your pussy clenching erratically as a telltale sign that you were approaching your orgasm.
"wanna cum si!"
"go ahead baby."
pulling out most of the way, he thrusts in to be met by a spurt of clear liquid splashing and splattering onto your stomach, his pelvis and abs. every time he pulls out the slightest bit to slam his cock back in to your tight squirting heat, he earns another splash of clear liquid that's prompted by his thrusts. the hot sight of you squirting uncontrollably whilst crying softly on his cock prompts his own orgasm, and pumping his load into you.
"made such a cute mess on my cock baby hm? my shy angel's a squirter huh?" he says as he pulls his cock out fully, rubbing his cock fast over your clit to be met by more messy squirts, his thick load now seeping out of your little hole.
"m s-sorry si, it's embarrasing." you choke out amidst sobs where he gathers you in his arms, sitting up and places you on top of him. opening your legs to scoop up his leaking cum and shoving back into your hole, which makes you squeal.
"no need to be sorry sweetheart, 'm so glad i made you feel so good."
you hid your face in his neck as you sunk back down on his hard cock, seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy was an extremely erotic sight to him. your heat making you insatiable for the need of another orgasm.
"go ahead sweet girl, ride me baby, use me all you want."
and you do, if it wasn't evident enough with the protruding bump on your belly with a possessive hand resting over it upon price's return wasn't clear enough, you were having simon's pups.
â hi omg um this was just like something i spewed out from my brain deliriously over the course of a couple midnights i acc kinda wanna continue it or make a couple parts of it ... haven't rlly made an intro post but i'm planning to soon .á ⥠also reqs are open but i'm having midterms rn so if you do plan to leave anything on there might not get around to it for a while :(
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Your darling, adoring, wonderful boyfriend Jason sits you down And solemnly confesses that he is red hood. Heâs been dreading this day for months. If you want to leave, heâll understand and waitâ-
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU KNEW THE WHOLE TIME?
Jason thinks heâs in an angst fic. The reader is in a rom com where her boyfriend has been a ridiculously obvious superhero, but sheâll let him tell her when heâs ready.
Maybe some shaningany flashbacks where youâve helped to keep his identity secret (stalling so he can change, giving alibis) while he was oblivious.
- Batchilla
To Wait and To Love
Hi Batchilla! Hope you enjoy! ⥠~1.5k words
Your boyfriend is a vigilante, Red Hood, to be exact. You know this. He's just not aware you know this.
It's obvious, really, and kind of cute the way he makes excuses to leave. Sure, before you put two and two together, it was starting to seem like he was just dragging you along. But it all made sense when you caught sight of the helmet poorly concealed under his bed.
It makes you wonder if he wants to get caught. Especially when he brings you flowers from the shop you just saw him save from Poison Ivy on TV. Or freezer-burnt cartons of ice cream from your favorite ice cream shop, which was buried under piles of snow courtesy of one Mr. Freeze only twenty minutes ago.
You offer him big smiles and kisses of thanks, and your heart melts a little at how relieved he looks, how baffled he is by your understanding. And you do understand. To tell someone you run around in spandex and leather every night is a big risk, especially for someone who used to run crime in Gotham.
You're no angel yourself, even if he does call you one, and it's endearing to watch him scramble for excuses. It's even more endearing that he tries so hard to make it up to you when he's late, when he has to leave early, when he comes back battered and bruised with flimsy half-thought out explanations.
You'll let him take all the time he needs to tell you, and it's almost funny how easily you've come to cover for him.
"Jason? Oh, he's changing his suit. Someone knocked into me and I spilled my drink all over his jacket. How embarrassing," You laugh out, answering the reporter's question over Jason's absence from the latest Wayne Gala. It's only half a lie, you might not have spilled your drink but he's definitely changing his suit. It's just not the suit anyone would expect.
Once whispers of a break-in at Gotham National Bank started circulating the Gala, it wasn't hard to miss the meaningful glances between your boyfriend and his family. Sometimes you wonder how no one's noticed it before.
You smile brightly at him once he comes back, smelling like gunpowder and leather, and you let him kiss your knuckles while he mumbles apologies over getting caught up with an old friend. You don't imagine Riddler is exactly an old friend, but you teasingly tell him how he owes you a dance for making you wait. He smiles back, his own grin even brighter than yours, as he leads you to the dance floor.
You're opening the door to your apartment, chatting lazily with your friend after a night out.
"Is your boyfriend here? I remember you saying you two were practically living together," they ask, eyes trailing around your living space.
You hum thoughtfully, "We pretty much are. I think he might be sleeping or out looking for the stray cat we saw the other day. It had a bad limp." It's not a hundred percent a lie either, there was a hurt stray. You just know that Catwomen already picked it up, after a text Jason sent to Bruce Wayne's current girlfriend, Miss. Selena Kyle. Which would have been more of a surprise if you didn't already know who Batman was.
But it definitely isn't the truth, because you did catch sight of a red helmet following you and your friend back from the club. (Gotham never felt safer, than when he was watching over you.)
Your friend coos and starts to respond, when a thump sounds from the fire escape. They jolt, "What was that?"
"The cat, probably," You say quickly, letting out a laugh, "it's, uh, pretty big. Has a limp. Hey, did I show you the flowers Jason got me?" You gesture towards the bouquet behind them, and you both focus on the pretty blossoms.
Within minutes, you hear your bedroom door open and close. "Hi, baby," Jason drawls, looping an arm around your waist to pull you to his side, "Sorry, I fell asleep, how was your night?"
You pretend not to notice the limp he's nursing, one you're certain he should be resting, and tilt your head up to kiss his jaw, "It was fun. Missed you."
"I missed you too," he echoes fondly, and the three of you fall into an easy conversation. You distract your friend when you all go to sit on the couch, and if you choose to avoid sitting on his left side, it's certainly not because Red Hood hurt his leg fighting Killer Croc earlier this week.
Jason has never said your name like that before. His eyebrows are knitted together. He's kneeling in front of you, his hands clasped over yours as you sit on the bed.
"I love you and Iâ I have something to tell you," he chokes out, strained, "please, justâ just, hear me out."
It clicks. This is it. He's going to tell you.
You smile and nod, it'll be nice to finally air out this secret. And maybe he could help you work on your excuses? It'll be easier if you're working as a team. You reach out and brush his hair back, unfazed and delighted he's trusting you enough with this, "Of course, Jason. Anything you need to tell me."
Jason is going to throw up. He's finally gotten his act together enough that he's going to tell his partner he's Red Hood. His stomach is churning, it's agony, knowing he could lose them over this.
They're so good to him. So understanding and patient and kind. He has no idea how he got so lucky. And he loves them. It's scary sometimes, how much he loves them. He wants this to last so badly. So, he has to be honest. Has to tell them he isn't what the world says he is.
He's a vigilante. Was a crime lord. He hurts people to save people. He terrifies the trash that calls themselves human. He's not good for you, but he tries. He wants you to still love him.
He wants you to stay so much. Even if he's not good. He wants you. You deserve so much more than the excuses and lies he gives. Jason's wanted to tell you for weeks, but he chokes on his words every time. He's never been so afraid of doing something. Not when he was a kid on the streets. Not when he was Robin. Not as Red Hood.
You look so perfect, sitting at the edge of your bed and smiling at him. He almost flinches when he thinks this could be the last time you smile at him.
He's on his knees. He's prepared to beg. He would beg to keep you.
He says your name, he tells you he loves you. It might be the last time he gets to say that to you. The thought makes him even more nauseous. He tells you he has something to say.
You brush his hair back and keep smiling. He wants to sob. You don't know. You don't know what he is, what he's done.
"I'm Red Hood," he gasps out, voice ragged.
A beat. You're still smiling, you still look happy, and you're nodding at him.
He blinks at you, "I'm Red Hood," he repeats, "I know that- I know it's a lot. I understand if you never want to see me again, but, babyâ"
You lean forward and kiss him. He's more than just a little dumbfounded. "Jason, I love you too. I'm not leaving you. I, um, kind of already knew you were Red Hood?" You say, a sheepish smile coming over your face.
"Youâ what?" Jason stumbles out. You're still here. Still touching him. You kissed him. You look relaxed. Happy.
"I saw your helmet under the bed. Everything clicked after that," You tell him gently.
"And you're okay with that? You're okay with me?" He asks, tone betraying his desperation.
Concern flashes in your eyes, "Of course I'm okayâ I'm more than okay with that, Jason. I love you, tights or not."
He lets out a laugh, and his stomach swoops, the tension dissipating throughout his body, "Yeah?"
You grin at him, cupping his face, "Yeah, but you're going to have to show me how you swing around rooftops."
He gets off his knees to kiss you again, he doesn't think this moment could get any better, "Is that all?"
You giggle, at the pure elation in his eyes, and he grins widely at your joy. Then, the moment does get better, "Well, I'm kinda interested in the car Batman drives around you."
"I could make that happen," he murmurs, and seals the promise with another kiss, "You wanna see the batplane too?"
Your eyes light up, and Jason thinks he might be addicted to the mischievous glint that flickers in your gaze.
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Chemistry
Jenna Ortega x male reader smut [Commissioned fic]
Masterlist word count: 9,196 Kofi(donations/commissions)
"You know that's not my thing, right? Why even bring this to me?" You throw the papers down on her desk and they spill over the wooden surface.
"Did you even look it over?" She sighs, holding out her hands for you to take them back, "This could help you break out of the R-rated mould you've found yourself in."
"Look it over? You know this isn't my genre."
She rubs her forehead as though she's stressed, "Look, we all have to make concessions, right? It's a few months of filming and a lot of money."
"It's fucking romance," you dismiss.
She raises her voice in response, "It's your fucking career."
"What's that supposed to mean?" You push back, and she's taking a glass from the shelf behind her desk and emptying the whiskey within it in one practised motion. She's keeping her cool and taking a moment to simmer down by cleaning up the papers. The silence tells you as much as her words could. She's trying to help you like she always has.
She says, "You know what it means. You're no George Clooney. You're no Vince Vaughn. One trick ponies are rare. You gotta work on your range."
You stay quiet, clenching your jaw because you can't argue. This is what she does: tells you what you need to hear instead of what you want to hear. She's tough love and always has been. Took you under her wing and at times carried you to where you are today, so who are you to question her judgement?
"Did you ever stop to think 'why'?" She asks before taking a drink. "Why would I bring you a part that I know you're going to hate?"
You cross your arms, remaining silent as you stare at her. She smirks before answering her own question.
"Because I know who they're eyeing for the leading actress. Jenna Ortega. You know she's all the rage these days. Netflix deals and music videos. She's fuckin' viral and she's fuckin' money. Her name is gold so I want you on her fuckin' hip." She takes another sip, watching you absorb the information she's feeding you with an unrelenting stare.
She always gets like this, all the foul-mouthed excitement is enough to convince you that she really believes what she's saying.
"Alright. Got a pen?"
-
Pre-production is... well, it's different. It all feels a little foreign to you, right from the off with the script reading, because it's obviously such a different vibe than anything you're accustomed to. It's all so light and breezy and a little comical. You don't do comical.
There's no deep-seated angst, or hatred festering below the surface of your character, rather he's kind, loving, funny, a little bit of a klutz. It's a long stretch from the characters you usually playâmurderers, drug dealers, car thieves. Now the viewers are supposed to like you?
Most days on set aren't that far outside of your comfort zone thoughâyou don't think. You go through the motions like you always do, take direction and talk to the production crew, and keep it cordial and civil with the cast, especially with Jenna. Up until now, your characters have had a few brief scenes. It's all coffee shops and public parks, pretty places with lots of wide shots and lingering looks in the script, and you aren't sure how comfortable you are with it.
"Camera two," The director calls and you and Jenna take up position.
You grab her hand, and her smaller fingers curl around yours instinctively, holding on tight. She smiles at you and says softly, "Just like we talked about, okay?"
You nod and rub your thumb over hers to ease her nerves. There was this awkwardness for the first few days that has gradually eased away, the two of you talking more often. Not work stuff, which might have been smart. Just small talk. About food and places you've visited, TV, and bands, it kept things light and amicable.
"Quiet on the set."
Silence falls, and your heart rate speeds up. Your breathing is a little laboured as you wait.
It's the first time you're supposed to kiss her and somehow it doesn't feel like just acting, not really. Acting for you is fighting with some rogue cop or soldier, all stunted rage and brute force. Or you're stalking someone through the dark streets at night, the cold metal of the gun in your hand biting at your skin while you focus on nothing but landing a kill shot. There was never anyone looking at you the way Jenna is right now.
She's biting at her bottom lip, hazel eyes peering through impossibly long lashes to stare at you. You've been told this scene is important because it's a bit of a catalyst for the rest of the movie. She's looking at you, you're looking at her, and then when they call 'action' it's supposed to be one of those moments where fireworks erupt and the earth moves. That's what they want; a connection.
"Action."
Jenna bites her lip and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing up at you nervously. She's so much more practised than you, so much more effortless with putting on her act. All you have to do is smile and lean down to meet her lips. That's all there is to it, as the director says: just like that, perfect. But you want him to call cut. To say it's too staged, or the lighting is bad, or that the location isn't right.
No such luck.
You move slowly like she needs to be savoured. Of course, you've been coached, there's stage direction in your head in addition to her hand on your forearm.
Your lips brush hers tentatively, once, twice, and you tilt your head a little further to bring her closer. Close, but still not quite... until she breaks character and giggles into your mouth.
"I don't think you're supposed to be laughing," you joke, and there's an eruption of frustration from the other side of the cameras at a ruined take. You aren't bothered though, and neither is Jenna by the looks of it. She's half hiding her face against your chest and grinning like an idiot.
"I'm sorry," she says weakly, pulling away. "It's so hot in here."
She fans herself and starts pacing, while the director calls out, "What the hell was that?"
You wave a hand, "Sorry, my bad." You try to take the blame. "Can I get five minutes?"
The director sighs and gives in with a shrug. "Five minutes!"
"Really, you don't have toâ"
"It's fine," you explain quickly, before turning to the line producer who just happens to be passing, "Hey, can someone cool her down? Maybe some water?"
"I'm fine," she tries to argue.
"You're flustered," you tease.
"You were doing this thing with your eyes. I don't know how to explain it. It was kind of intense, I had to laugh," she laughs again, and it's an easy, airy sound, the kind that soothes, and you decide that you like hearing it.
"I was? Damn," you sigh, running a hand through your hair.
"I know this isn't usually you're thing, I'm guessing it's your first kiss on camera? Just relax. It'll be nice," she shrugs, clearly far more sure of herself than you.
-
You're deep into the filming now. You think you're selling it, this whole relationship thing, making it seem natural as well as making the people around you believe that the chemistry is there. The weirdest thing of all is that you really enjoyed kissing her. Or, at the very least, you haven't minded it thus far. You don't know if that's the right feeling to have, there's no guidebook for thisânot that you've read.
Off the set, she's nice, she's friendly and eager to get to know you. Maybe it's weird that she's trying too hard, maybe she just wants to work as seamlessly as possible. Regardless, it seems to be helping, because now, when it's your turn for coverage, you're more than happy to lean in and capture her lips. She's gotten bolder and so have you, to the point where she runs her fingers through your hair and kisses you back, so when 'cut' finally comes and the mood is broken, it takes a few moments to reorient yourself to the real world.
It's easy, you decide.
Now, the two of you have been joking about today for a while. She's been running this rhetoric of how excited she is for the car scene.
You remember your first read of the script and how this part had you almost cancelling the gig. So, sitting here in the backseat, with cameras fitted all around you and Jenna in your lap, is just a reminder of the monumental shift from where you were then to where you are now.
"Just ignore them," Jenna instructs and kisses you lightly. "Do whatever feels natural." She's echoing the words of the director, though from her they're much more relaxing to hear. You kiss her, her body languid and warm, pressed flush against yours. The touches you feared come so naturally now as you put a hand on her waist and trace her ribs, dragging her shirt up a little bit more with each pull.
There's something rather enticing, you must admit, about putting hands on her slender waist, even if it's under the watchful eye and strict instructions of the camera. Especially when her tongue does that thing where it flickers past her lips and finds your own. Fuck, she's good at this. There's no other word for it.
There has to be a call for a 'cut' coming soon, right? It was supposed to be a brief make-out, so says the script, but they don't seem too interested in stopping either of you anytime soon. You've heard that it's normal, to feel aroused while filming, but it certainly doesn't feel right. The fear is seeping in the longer this goes on; fear that Jenna will feel exactly what you're scared she'll feel.
But those short jean shorts she's wearing while sitting atop your lap, hips flush with yours, tend to elicit some automatic reaction, whether you want it to or not.
"Alright, cut! Great work everyone. Break for fifteen!" The director yells, the tension snapping immediately as Jenna rolls away, giggling.
She says something to you, you don't catch what as you blink in her direction, but she's already climbing out of the car, bending forward ever so slightly to give you a tantalising show of her ass before shutting the door behind her.
A few minutes later you've made your way to the drinks trailer for some much-needed water, that's when there's a tap on your shoulder and the unmistakable strawberry scent that accompanies Jenna hits your nose.
"You look a little shocked, is everything okay?" She has this wry smile on her face that turns your stomach a little bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine," you respond stiffly, cracking open the water bottle and taking a long drink. You nod towards her and state, "Good work out there."
"I should say the same to you," She's closer than before, the tip of her shoe bumping against yours as you stand with the picnic table at your back. "You're a natural. And the boner? Nice touch," she mocks.
She's far too cavalier for your liking right now, and more than a little brazen.
"Don't look so freaked out. No one is going to say anything. It happens all the time, don't worry."
"Do you just have a thing for humiliating me, Ortega?" It's a thing the two of you have been doing for a few days, the fake sternness and the use of surnames, like you're pretending to be angry with each other.
"What if I do? Are you going to go file a complaint?" She sings, tracing her finger down the centre of your chest.
"Watch it, Ortega," you respond half-heartedly, and she steps a little closer.
"How about you keep the boners to a minimum from now on though. It's distracting." The smirk on her face grows only more devious before she winks and then turns away, vanishing into the crowd and leaving you alone and in need of a very cold shower.
-
On-screen chemistry is the single most important thing in a film like this. If you don't make the watchers believe that the two of you are madly in love, then it's all pointless. You're getting good at this, playing this game, this new facet to your role. You think about the warmth of Jenna's kiss and her fingers curled around the nape of your neck; the feel of her in your arms.
Each take gets harder to finish. Make no mistake, it's not that the kisses are a problem, in fact, they're actually a little too easy.
You're both laid in a bed, under the covers, you're on your back and Jenna is half-draped over you. Her hair is a purposeful mess and there's lipstick on your neck. The implication is clear, the two lead characters hooked up for the first time, and you're simmering in the morning after, caught by your character's phone ringing beside you on the side table.
Jenna is quiet, watching the sheets twitch every time you move. You can tell that she's thinking by the furrow in her brow and the way she bites on her lip. The cameras are rolling and you need to answer the phone. There's no one on the phone, of course, that gets added in post. For the purpose of the scene, it's your ex-girlfriend who can't quite let you go.
"Why do you keep calling me?" You look weary like your heart is about to give up. The line is silent, but you know the script. "I don't care if you're upset with me, it's over. It's done. There's nothing left to say."
Jenna props herself up on one elbow, facing you with her dark eyes, her tousled hair falling over her shoulder. She is, in a word, mesmerising, and it feels wrong to turn your face away from her, even to add more angst for the camera.
"I'm hanging up," you continue, staring back at her.
Jenna pushes her hand under the sheets and balls it into a fist. She hovers it right over your crotch. Her character is supposed to jack you off while you're on the phone until you manage to hang up. That's what's supposed to happen.
You fake a gasp as her hand begins to move. When she bites down on her lip in response, it's the hottest expression you've ever seen. You swallow hard and your cock gives an honest twitch that feels as though it catches her attention for a fraction of a second. Her eyes widen and flick to the source of the movement, her jaw clenches and it brings you an almost unwanted satisfaction.
Each fake stroke presses down onto the growing ridge of your hardening cock, but neither of you breaks character or even dares to break eye contact. You keep up with your lines, and the strain in your voice is all too real, "I don't care how torn up you are about this, me and you are finished."
The ache in your muscles builds heat prickling under your skin, setting you on fire. You tighten your jaw in response as a means to control yourself. Only for Jenna to do the unthinkable. She lowers her hand and glides it down the length of your hard cock before wrapping her hand around it.
What's she doing?
She grips tightly, and even though there is a pair of underwear separating the two of you, it's still her. For the first time in the duration of this shoot, you drop out of character completely, staring at her in utter disbelief. What are you supposed to do in this situation? You can't just say something, it's going to get you both in trouble.
She strokes you beneath the bedsheets in tandem with the scene, so no one else has a chance of knowing. So, you keep talking, murmuring some fake dialogue and struggling with every word.
"It'sâmmh," you turn your head, squeezing your eyes closed and steeling yourself. This is madness, utter madness. The throb of your cock only worsens the longer her hand keeps sliding, stimulating. It's a hellish limbo. "It's not fair for you to harass me like this, delete my number will you?"
This is the point where the ex-girlfriend realises something is wrong. In the script, she's figured it all out. She recognises the whimpers in your voice, and you're supposed to deny it. But Jenna won't stop touching you, pushing down harder, applying more pressure and using the full length of your erection as her playground.
Your breathing is heavy and strained. You try to clear your throat subtly, "No, no I'm not with someone right now." You glance at Jenna who grips tighter and smiles devilishly. "You have no idea what you're talking about. If you think, for even a secondâ"
You try your best to focus on your performance, but with the physical distraction, all your carefully practised lines start to fall apart, coming out jumbled. Jenna is rubbing harder, stroking faster, and her hand feels so good around your cock.
This is the point where your ex shouts, and you finally hang up the phone and drop it onto the floor, kissing Jenna fervently.
"Cut!" The director calls. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect."
Suddenly, the two of you are apart. A rush of cold air floods the space between you. Reality checks in again, reminding you that this was not in the script.
"You good?" Jenna asks, and you nod back. She looks proud of herself, the cheeky little smirk that crosses her features is all too telling. A reminder of just how insufferable she can be.
"What was that?" You lean closer and whisper, trying to make sure that the rest of the cast and crew can't hear you.
"That was acting." She responds confidently.
The director interrupts by calling your name and saying, "Alright, next scene. Going to need you under the covers. Prepare the phone call."
Now it's this whole role reversal, Jenna's character gets her own phone call from her own ex. That's the concept at play here. Meanwhile, you're down between her legs. The script says to 'mimic oral sex' which sounds... so much easier than it actually is.
Aiming to ignore the whole ordeal, or at least your conversation and what it could mean, you duck down beneath the sheets to prepare. She's lifting them up and watching you get into position. She's spreading her legs, while a team of assistants adjust the sheets over you to dress up the shot.
Looking up at Jenna under the sheets, through the darkness and at the apex of her thighs, this feels so wrong. She's... pretty. No. You stop the thoughts in their tracks. This isn't a time to indulge. You're filming a movie, playing a role. In reality, this is your job. There's a script, there's a purpose.
Still, the whole situation just feels so strange.
"Action," the director yells.
As per the script, Jenna drops the sheet as the phone rings. Now it's just you and everything below her chest, trapped under a blanket. Your hands are barely hovering near her thighs, and revenge is on your mind. If she can toy with you, you can toy with her.
So you hold her spread legs, grip them firmly just as you hear her answer the call, "If you want to grovel, then go ahead and grovel. Just remember the last time." Jenna's voice is perfect for her character, and just as it's always been, full of attitude and feisty. She's passionate, especially when it comes to putting her acting on display.
Alright, 'mimic oral sex'... first it's kissing. Lightly placed, right at the top of her thigh, little pecks to tease and taunt. You feel the slight tremble beneath your fingertips as she attempts to carry on the faux conversation. They said you shouldn't touch her. They said she shouldn't touch you.
But you feel the heat coming from her. You're mere inches away, and sure, there's the cotton thin fabric of her underwear blocking the way, but even still you catch the barest hint of her scentâsweet and musky. You grip her thighs more intensely and press your lips against the fabric.
"It was one kiss," Jenna continues, and her voice betrays her now. A subtle tremor that undermines how put together she had seemed moments before. It's enough to have you smirking.
You roll your tongue over the shape of her through the fabric, testing your limits. There's only so much you can get away with, but you'll push it. Push it as far as you can, this is the bed she made.
Jenna rolls her hips towards you, and, of course, the cameras can't see this, all they can see is her on the bed holding the sheets and pretending to talk to her ex.
"It didn't mean anything..." She tries again and fails, a breathy moan forcing its way out and revealing the growing pleasure, the need growing in her voice. She has to place her free hand over her mouth as you continue to taste her, your tongue working over her panties with no hesitation, all rhythm and no breaks.
You continue, running the flat of your tongue over her, flattening the damp fabric against her cunt, and you feel her throbbing. It's undeniable, the way she tenses under your grip and shifts ever so slightly, each slight movement an obvious clue towards her struggling with maintaining her composure.
It's not difficult to hear the change in her voice. The shake and strain of each breath only grow worse the more your tongue curls against her panties. Sure, you haven't yet come into contact with bare skin, but simply knowing just how enraptured she is by the teasing, is enough.
You can't help the slight chuckle that follows, and why would you? This whole performance is starting to become very personal, and when you squeeze her thighs, and apply pressure until it's enough to bruise, you can hear the soft mewl as she fights her way through a rather passionate phone call.
"Why don't you just fuck off?" She hangs up the phone and throws it to the side. In a moment, the same hands are wrapping around your head and dragging you close. As if there was any space left to separate you. "Oh god yes!" she moans outâit's all the script. The scene is supposed to continue until there's a fade to black. No one needs to know that the moan is real.
At the very least, she tries to contain herself. Though her hips swaying, and bucking rhythmically against your face say something very different. And the heat radiating from her core is undeniable. The cotton of her underwear sticks to her so heavily, clinging to the slight folds and wrinkles. Enough to get a good idea about what's going on behind it. That there is indeed a welcoming, quivering cunt that might benefit from an enthusiastic tongue.
Jenna's groans take on a noticeable tempo. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop. Fuck. Yes!" Her words are spilling out messily. For a moment, her responsibilities seem to vanish. She's abandoned her character and resorted to feeling your tongue against her pussy with such ferocity that, were it not for your hands pinning her down, she might have suffocated you in that tantalising heat.
As the cameras continue to roll, with filming still going on above the sheets, the pace only grows hastier.
You're aware of your heart rate spiking, the sudden realisation, the knowledge that someone might be onto the two of you, that you've crossed the imaginary line that exists between the bedroom scene. With the flicker of your tongue, that line gets a little more blurred.
And Jenna seems to be in no hurry to stop either. What was supposed to be just acting becomes a carnal need. Her hips wriggle frantically against your gyrating mouth.
"Cut!" Comes the much-needed command, and you rip away from beneath the sheet.
Jenna's chest heaves, her thighs tremble and her toned stomach tenses. You struggle, forcing back the burning desire to claim her, devour her, kiss her senseless.
It's just acting.
-
Filming goes late into the night, as it so often does. Jenna has a series of scenes with the supporting cast, and you're only there to support them. Still, you make sure to keep watch from the sidelines. She's beautiful when she acts, all passion and fire. That's another reason you're so drawn to her. Everything is so easy for her, flawless. Talented little minx.
Hours after sunset, you stop by her trailer to check in, like you so often do.
You knock, and seconds later she peeks out of the door, saying, "What? What did I do now? Oh, it's you." The harsh greeting melts away into relief, and you grin at the reaction.
"Damn, maybe I'll go then." You make a gesture to turn away, and Jenna grabs your wrist and pulls you inside with all her strength.
"Are you stupid?"
"Me? No, the very definition of sanity." You laugh and follow her further inside. It's bigger than your own, with a seating area and everything. Not that you can focus on the surrounding amenities. Because her black, lace thong is the only thing she's wearing, and, for a second, it leaves you speechless. It's impossible not to stare at the way her round little butt perks out behind her.
Jenna asks, "Like what you see?"
"What happened to your clothes?"
"My clothes are fine, I'm in my trailer aren't I? Nothing strange about relaxing like this." She says as she saunters off, the golden curves of her back highlighted by the single lamp she has lit in the corner. She stands in her kitchenette, bare back to you, pouring herself a glass of red. Her thong contrasts starkly with the honey colour of her skin. She stretches an arm back, and half glances over her shoulder.
"I can feel you staring, you know?" Jenna says, pausing for a moment while the cogs turn in your brain. After a while, there's no point in resisting. So, you close the distance between you, stand behind her, and embrace her thin waist.
"Am I bothering you?" you question, pressing closer.
"Only a little," she leans back into the touch. "But that doesn't mean stop."
An unseen force guides you. Perhaps it's those thoughts that came to mind when you were holding her, on set. What would happen if you just got to know her better?
Your mouth feels so dry from the nerves, but you drag a hand up the length of her waist, over her taut stomach, before cupping her breast. Jenna closes her eyes and hums in response, and when your palm rubs against her bare nipple, her mouth falls open.
You sink to her ear and bite it gently while catching her nipple between two fingers, which elicits a sharp gasp from her lips. You pull her firmly against your chest, and her back presses to your shirt. Fingertips brush her belly, stroking from hipbone to ribcage.
"I figured we had a little unfinished business. Remember?" You kiss her earlobe and grin, fully aware she can't see the expression.
"It did seem to me like you were quite close to being finished," she teases. Your fingers curl and squeeze the swell of her breast, earning a groan. "Tell me. How was my performance?"
"Could use some work," you mumble, kissing the side of her neck. Jenna's breath shudders when your teeth drag against her throat. She sets the glass down, freeing her hand to rest on your forearm. Holding, or perhaps holding on, you can't tell. Either way, it's an invitation to keep going.
"You think so? Looked to me like it was the best performance you had ever seenâahemâfelt."
You chuckle in her ear. All the while, her breathing becomes a little heavier. She even reaches a hand back, curling fingers in your hair to make sure your mouth remains on her. It sends an alarm bell ringing in the back of your head, a warning, a red flag, a stop sign. But what if you don't?
"I'm not like my character," she whispers. "She's all romance, nice dates and lovey-dovey shit."
"No?" you whisper.
"No," she says sternly. She twists under your grasp to face you. Your hand lands on her hip, and before she's looking up at you with her lips parted, she murmurs, "But I do enjoy being eaten out."
This time, Jenna pulls you down into the kiss. The sweet pout of her lips draws you in. She tastes sharp, like the wine, but her mouth is warm and inviting. You take her bottom lip between your teeth, and she moans, her painted nails scraping through your hair. You feel her hands fumbling, then the thud as your pants fall.
"Fuck me," she breathes the command when your palm finds the swell of her breast again. She's pushing you back, guiding you across the room, pinning you onto the arm of her couch. She lifts her knees and presses it between your legs. She pins you there and continues to kiss you, harder, rougher.
She grabs the collar of your shirt, and then the buttons begin popping. The air brushes your chest making you even more aware of the insanity unfolding in her trailer. As she unravels the rest of the shirt, Jenna pulls back, standing up with a cocky smile on her face.
There's not a chance to speak, or even comprehend, for that matter. She puts her palm on your bare chest and forces you back. You crash into the cushions, and the next thing you know, Jenna swings a knee over your head.
In an instant, she's hooking her thong to the side, then taking a handful of your hair and sitting on your face. Your hands move automatically, gripping her thighs, pressing thumbs into the soft, ample flesh. Your tongue brushes across her pussy, and the feeling of your tongue flicking across her makes Jenna let out a beautiful, quivering moan.
Her scent intoxicates. It's divine.
With strong hands, she leads your movements, grinding forward against your mouth. Daring, unashamed, desperate. She's just as much an animal as she is a woman, and that realisation makes your body tense. You part her tender folds with your tongue and taste the warmth of her nectar, causing Jenna to keen.
Her cheeks grind against your lips as she quivers atop you. Her sighs alternate between delighted huffs and breathless moans. As long as you're licking, the sounds keep coming. If anything, they grow stronger and more desperate. She won't hold back, and it makes your head spin, your focus becoming a singular, dizzy blur.
Her juices coat your mouth, slicking your chin and running down your throat. She tightens her grip on your scalp as if trying to punish you. But really, her actions only draw you closer. The taste of her makes you drunk, and not the kind that comes with a hangover in the morning, no. But the kind that makes the rest of the world and its expectations dissolve, leaving just the two of you in the remaining silence.
Jenna's pussy is a beautiful thing, you realise. Swollen and dripping, deliciously wet. It's a tempting treat just begging to be toyed with. You tongue her clit, rolling it back and forth. When you get just the right spot, a tremor passes through Jenna's frame, a hard squeeze of your scalp, as though it had been scalding her.
"Fuck, so good," Jenna groans. "Keep going. Just like that."
More noises pour out of her and splash into your ears, exciting you in a way you've never been before. And the little shimmies she gives you aren't unpleasant, or unwelcome, far from it. Those subtle dances send waves through you and make the motions of your mouth automatic. Your tongue can't get enough. Neither can your hands. You bring them higher, taking her firm ass, sinking fingertips into her plush, round cheeks and pulling her onto your face.
The movement makes her laugh. "Look at you, so excited. Hungry, are we?" You stroke your tongue up the length of her glistening wet cunt, and Jenna twitches on top of you. Her delight returns, a cry of joy and want. "Go on, eat it. Eat that fucking pussy."
The muscles in her abdomen tighten. Sore and taught, every part of her shivers and shakes, twitching and fluttering with your movements. She cries out in ecstasy, as driven mad by your tongue as you are by her taste.
Her thighs clamp around your head. You can feel her begin to writhe, twisting left and right as the pleasure rages through her. She can't control her hips, keeping them glued to your mouth and twitching violently.
Jenna cums, and her juices flow into your mouth. You drink the reward of your handiwork, as her words become hazy murmurs. An erratic pattern of curses and blasphemous platitudes. As if singing all her highest praises.
When she stands, her legs wobble with the aftershocks of an orgasm, but her posture says there are still things she wants, things only you can give her.
It takes seconds. Jenna's thong is on the floor and then she's pulling at your waistband, tugging them down until she has your cock free. Her nails scratch along the length of your length and her palm settles around it.
"Fuck, you're so hard."
Jenna strokes your shaft and gives it a playful squeeze. You watch the heat shimmer and roll around in her eyes as she sizes you up, and the way your cock gives a stubborn and needy twitch. She seems to like that, too.
When her eyes go lidded and she lowers her head down, opening her mouth and slipping her tongue across the head, you almost can't comprehend how good it feels. Your spine tightens, everything goes rigid, and you're left without a shred of control over your voice. That seems to matter not at all to Jenna.
"Hold on," she slips the head of your cock between her lips, just barely, and smiles around it as she smears your precum across her tongue. Before she looks up, meeting your eye, and then forces her head down further, wrapping her warm, wet mouth around as much of you as she can manage. You both gasp as her tongue sweeps along the underside, and you see her cheeks puff out for a moment, then relax once she settles into a rhythm.
It feels amazing, un-fucking-real. Jenna is bobbing her head up and down. Blissful moans leave her with every pass, and the lust-fogged look she gives you should be illegal. Wet sucking and slurping fill the trailer, drowned out by her hums of adoration. Each one sends vibrations shuddering through your cock.
You thread your fingers in her hair. It's a token act, your control as she moves means nothing. In a blink, she's sucking the length of you down to the very base. She struggles a little when you hit the back of her throat, but pushes through, going again and again, deeper and harder each time. Tears threaten in the corners of her eyes. Still, she won't stop.
"Jenna," your voice is thick and strained. "I'm going toâ"
A few more passes of her hungry, slippery mouth have you finally toppling over the edge. If she has any intention of pulling away, the temptation or aversion isn't potent enough for her to react. She kisses and slurps, bobbing feverishly, drinking your spurts of cum and caressing your length with her soft, swollen lips.
Jenna stays with you in her mouth, breathing heavily, the look of satisfaction on her face intense and perverse. She takes her time to gently nurse the last pulses from your erection until you're twitching and overstimulated. Only then, and after a minute longer, does she finally concede and pops her mouth off your cock.
The emptiness it creates feels too much like a loss, and yet, all you can do is stare at her, heart hammering and unable to feel anything past the aftermath.
Jenna perches herself on the coffee table, her legs pressed together and angled to the side, letting her hair fall over her bare shoulders. With one hand, she cleans her mouth and smiles at you.
"I guess this puts a line through unfinished business, huh?" She laughs a little. "Long day tomorrow, best get some sleep."
Then just like that, you're half-dressed, watching her slip off to the tiny bathroom to clean up. A few minutes later the trailer door swings shut, clicking behind you.
Outside, the night air is cool and bitter. It snatches the warmth away from the memory of her touch.
-
They're saying it's going to be a success. Critics have reviewed the project already, including early screenings, and private showings. The reception is very positive. That's great, you know it is, and everything is piling up and coming to a close now. All that's left is one last night, the premiere itself, the main event. This will determine the fate of the film, whether it's a runaway hit, a fantastic start to awards season, or a straight-to-streaming disaster.
"Been a while," the voice behind you says and you turn to see Jenna at your shoulder. She looks exquisite, elegant, and alluring in her gown.
"Understatement." You take the time to look her over again. It was only a couple of months ago you saw her naked and had her on your face. It feels so distant, and almost like a dream. Maybe it is, given how quickly she went cold afterwards.
"Red carpets aren't really my favourite thing. It's... all overrated, isn't it?" She sighs.
"Yeah, you told me."
"I did?"
"At the party, on the last day of shooting. You said, and I quote, 'I hate red carpets, everyone is so fake.'"
She rolls her eyes and laughs. "I must have been drunk."
"You were very drunk," you confirm. "Remember? And you were doing that thing with your foot."
Jenna tenses. "I did, didn't I?"
It was a few hours into the party, and most everyone was way too drunk to even make sense. You found yourself sitting down, trying to stop your head from spinning the way it was. Then she came and sat across from you. Apparently, she'd been drinking more than usual, given the wide-eyed look she had when she'd approached.
"You're handsome," she told you and flashed a drunken smile.
"You're drunk enough to say that to anyone."
"You're smart," she leaned closer, and even in the darkness of the room, you were mesmerised by the way her tanned skin contrasted with the tight, white dress. "You're talented. I'm glad they cast you." She runs her foot from your ankle, along the inside of your leg.
Her toes met your knee. You think you stopped breathing as she traced circles on your inner thigh. You looked up at her face, and she was smiling, a devilish one that said she knew exactly what she was doing.
"You smell so good. Like coffee and mint. It's infuriating." Her shoe slid higher, pressing against the crotch of your pants, and she frowned. "No reaction. Maybe you're shy? Oh, wait."
She pulled her foot back and then bent to the side to reach down under the table. After a few seconds and a few confused expressions, as she fiddled with something out of sight, her shoe fell to the floor. Jenna slid the sole of her bare foot between your legs.
"That's better, right?"
She sat up straight and clicked her tongue. You couldn't believe it. Barefoot, hair down, smouldering gaze and curling her toes against your crotch. It was a lot for you at the time. She smirked, shifting again and sipping a glass of champagne before putting it to the side.
"So, how has it been? This whole romance thing?" She stepped closer with her toes and her heel pressed over your cock, digging in slightly.
"I hated the idea of it. Didn't want any part of it. But being here with everyone has made me change my mind. I've done well."
She started to rub the underside of her foot faster, creating an overwhelming amount of friction. And her smug, smiling face wasn't helping your cause at all. Then she leaned closer, so her chest was bunched up and exposed. She teased the top of your cock with her toes and rested her chin in her hand.
"I think you just have to accept it. Learn to enjoy it. It helps that everyone was so nice to work with."
"Was I?" she asks with a flirtatious lilt, pressing her toes harder against your stiffening cock. "Was I particularly nice to you?"
You choke out a laugh. "You don't need me to tell you that you're nice to look at. But you don't need me to tell you you're more than a pretty face either."
"Do me a favour, undo your trousers."
Now? Really?
"Seriously? Here?" You're sure your voice was shaking.
"Now or never."
The pressure in your loins was undeniable, and you went to work unzipping and undoing buttons. Discreetly you pried them open and pulled down your underwear. Your cock sprung free, and you sighed in relief.
She rested a hand on your arm. It was surprisingly comforting. Then she pressed her foot down to angle your cock against her instep, slipping her soft, warm skin up and down your shaft, barely rocking it back and forth.
"That's better." She smiled sweetly, teasing the head with her toes. "You were nervous." She circled the tip of your cock with her big toe. "That first day of filming, you were so worried about messing up."
"Well, yeah. New role, new movie, no way of knowing."
"Hindsight is always 20:20, but you worry too much. Don't spend so much time thinking about what can go wrong, focus more on the things that can go right."
"Like this?"
"Like this," she grinned as she spoke. Her foot pressed harder and moved faster, stroking you up and down and you did everything you could to keep a straight face as people walked by. Each with an innocent conversation, unaware of what was going on beneath the table. "Besides, you did alright."
Alright. Not great. Not good. Alright.
It's about as much of a compliment on your work that Jenna has ever given you verbally, though you wondered if the foot on your cock is indicative of anything.
"Thank you. I, uh, appreciate the feedback."
"We make a good team." Her eyes narrowed as she focused on getting you off and her top lip stiffened. "Solving problems. Improvising scenes." Her foot kicked up a gear, in a blur, up and down, faster and faster.
"Jenna, I'mâ"
"Great on-screen chemistry. Great off-scene chemistry." She pushed you right over the edge with her sole on the underside of your cock. The look on her face said it all. A smile so wide as she felt you twitch against her, throbbing, shaking, and pouring cum right over her skin. "Though you are rather easy to manipulate, aren't you?"
She shot you a wink as she cleaned her foot with a tissue. "See you around."
That image has been burned into your head for a long time since then, though you work to shake it out of there while walking the red carpet. It's all camera flashes and the chore of being paraded in front of them. You follow her lead, and she meets the press with the very embodiment of what they'd wantâgrace, charisma, flair and passion.
You answer a few basic questions that can't reveal anything interesting or new. Something about keeping the magic, and hopefully breaking it when you win a bunch of awards. Wouldn't that be nice?
"Where do you think this opportunity takes you after the film is released?" one interviewer asks.
"Obviously, any opportunity to work with other amazing talents is an honour. I don't know when, if, or what the offer will be, but I'm certainly happy to be working again."
"And if you had the opportunity to work with Miss Ortega again?" It's a question that she overhears, and she throws you a look over her shoulder.
You try not to stammer. "Of course, if I was fortunate enough, I'd take it. She's... unparalleled."
-
This has never been your favourite part, it might even be the worst. Sitting through your own premiere, watching your own work, it's like a long, self-aware nightmare. It's a natural reaction, but that's little consolation, particularly when you know what scene is coming next. It's some over-complicated form of torture to watch yourself get a handjob on the big screen. Everyone's watching. Including Jenna, sitting next to you.
This is the cavalcade of self-humiliation.
To your surprise, Jenna reaches over to slip her fingers between your own. It's the gentle and comforting squeeze that's accompanied by a sly smirk from her when you glance in her direction. Her eyelids lower and an undeniable tension builds between the two of you. She leans in to whisper to you.
"About last time..."
You smirk. "Am I supposed to know what you're talking about?"
"The ending was abrupt, don't you think?" Her teeth catch on her lip, and those sinful eyes narrow.
"A little."
"Follow me."
Jenna stands up without waiting for an answer. Being in the back corner of the screening makes it fairly easy to slip out after her. When you reach the corridor leading to the bathrooms, Jenna looks you over and smirks.
"Tell me," she laughs out the words as she brushes a few strands of hair out of her face and pins you against the wall, "How often do you think about that night in my trailer?" She pushes up onto her tip-toes, wraps an arm around the back of your neck and pulls your ear to her lips. "Don't lie to me, I know you've thought about it."
Her tone is a familiar temptation, and you've missed it. The sensual inflexion in her voice winds its way through every bone and tendon until it's there, inside and immersing you in the raw carnality that Jenna makes you feel. "All the time."
"Me too." She pulls on your wrist, leading you again and heading for the bathroom. You let her, and she pulls you into a cubicle with her, closing and locking the door behind you. "And how many times have you got off imagining it, picturing it." Her hands stroke along the front of your trousers, and the button pops open in her fingers. You don't even get to reply before she says, "Yeah, me too."
There's something perverse about hearing her say that. Something lewd in the way she smiles at you and peels down your trousers and underwear and instantly slumps to her knees. There's no teasing, no showmanship, nothing but blunt hunger, naked and fierce.
"You're beautiful," you whisper, and her eyes dart up, and her lips pause just as she's about to take you. Her hot breath spilling over the tip of your cock.
"Shut the fuck up," she laughs. Her gaze narrows. She sinks her wet, warm mouth down onto your length, swallowing it bit by bit. When the head touches the back of her throat, she giggles as her eyes water.
A moan involuntarily slips out. Your hips buck forward. Jenna's tongue is like velvet, rolling around the tip of your cock, then enveloping your shaft. You can't help the thrusting. It's automatic, primal, a natural response to being encased in her intoxicating mouth.
Jenna looks up at you, cheeks hollowed, eyes wide with anticipation. She pops her mouth off your swollen cock with a wet noise, and immediately, her fist closes around it, jerking you. She smiles. "Wanna do it?"
"That's how you're going to ask?" You scoff, leaning against the cubicle wall, a slight grin pulling at your mouth. "Is the art of seduction really that dead?"
"Well, forgive me if I don't quote poetry at you and cover myself in rose petals," she says as she climbs back to her feet and places her hand on your shoulders. She guides you to take a seat as she jokes, "Poetry bores the shit out of me."
It's almost too fast when her slim hands lift her dress up to her waist. She watches your face, her teeth pin her lip as she reaches down to hook her panties to the side. She slips a finger inside her already dripping pussy. You throb, hard as a rock, when her hand withdraws and she's reaching up and pressing the gleaming digit against your mouth.
You taste her wetness, licking your tongue against it. "Fuck," you growl, the urge to have her, devour her, ravage her takes you.
"You want it?" Jenna sways her hips and bites her lip. Her tight little body was made for sinning, it's plain and simple. You can't resist touching her, teasing your hands up the back of her thighs and around the ample curve of her ass, then pulling her onto your lap.
"Want it," you breathe the words against her lips. Her hand settles around the base of your cock and drags it across her slick pussy. She sighs into your mouth when your thumbs dig into her hips. That's an invitation to slide inside her.
Then you fill her. Her lips seal onto yours, her eyes flutter closed, and a sweet, deep, hungry sound of satisfaction leaves her. It's a sudden rush, everything about this situation, here and now, is a euphoric madness.
She looks incredible above you, her round, firm tits straining against the dress fabric, beads of sweat at the hollow of her collar and the heat in her eyes. Perched on top of you, Jenna rolls her hips forward, grinding against your lap, coiling that hot, wet flesh around your cock.
"God, your cock feels so fucking good," she gasps as she rides you, the way she moves her hips, the wild shifts and squeezes of her tight cunt around you bring the knot in your stomach already. You buck up into her and a ragged cry tears from Jenna's throat.
You seize her hair and kiss her, swallow her cries and moans, her gasps and whimpers, drink every little sound she makes and lose yourself in the rocking grind of her hips. You're both animalistic now. Her with her bouncing, grinding and needy fucking. You with your digging fingertips and the pounding of your crotch against her. It's filthy, it's unhinged.
"This might be the last time weâ"
"Shut up," you interrupt.
"Last time we do this."
"Shut the fuck up," your hands dig into her waist, pulling her down and plunging your cock deep.
"Tell me," she says breathlessly, slamming her hips to meet your thrusts. "If we end this right here, is that good enough?"
"Fuck no," you hiss the words. You reach up to pull down her dress, prying her perky, bare breasts free and enveloping one in your mouth. Your tongue traces the nipple and you draw it in deeper. Jenna slows to a firm grind, holding your cock tight inside her before she snaps forward, locking her arms behind your head. You feel the shudder inside her, feel her clenching on you.
It's a deep, powerful moan, straight to your ears, as she cums. Pulling back and grabbing your face in her palms, forcing you to look right into her eyes. The blissful, fucked-senseless expression on her face is priceless, so is the dizzying, tightening feel of her cunt. Jenna collapses, huffing and panting, while you still hunger for more.
You pick her up and slam her against the cubicle door. It rocks under the impact. She giggles and takes a handful of your hair.
"Go on, fuck me. Like it's the only time you're ever going to get the chance."
So, you do. What more could you ever do? Is there anything more rational than drilling Jenna Ortega against a door in a movie theatre bathroom?
"Good, yeah," she wraps her legs around your waist and curls fingers in your hair. "You're getting there." She tilts her head and you claim the side of her throat, biting her neck. "If I tell you that you can cum inside, will you fuck me harder? Is that it?"
You groan into her neck, grip tightens, and you draw her body right to yours.
"If I tell you how badly I want to feel you cum, that it's driving me crazy, would that make it better?" She tightens her thighs around your waist and huffs out the words as though the effort is too much. "Go on. Do it."
The door rattles on its hinges, but you hardly even notice. Everything is her. Her body, her eyes, her voice, her. Your fingers lock around her waist, hold her tight while you pound her. The sweat-slick strands of her hair hang across her forehead, her skin glistens, and you're mesmerised by how good she looks while you fuck her.
You sink your teeth into her shoulder as you fill her. You lose control, twitching, and buried to the hilt, a groan into her skin as you twitch inside her. Cum spurts, your body shakes, her sex pulsates and clenches. She milks everything, and the next thing you know, you're falling back onto the seat, her collapsed on top of you and heaving. Gentle movements of her hips keep the sensations alive until you have nothing left to give her.
Overstimulation sets in quickly, her fingers slowly entwine with yours as you sag back against the seat, trembling and spent. The pair of you stay there, sweat-drenched, messy and grinning, sharing the tangle of soft noises in the silence.
"So, that was..."
"Pretty fucking good," she cuts you off. She rests her head against your shoulder, her hands settle on your arms, caressing you.
"That's what I would have said," you tell her, as you run your hand over her thigh and palm her ass.
"Damn. We might as well get married and drive off into the sunset." She laughs, and you chuckle with her.
"Or maybe we could just do this again sometime?" you ask with a slight grin.
She considers it. Pouting her lips and twitching them side to side. Her expression takes on a knowing edge, something mischievous as she looks you over and replies. "I'll see you around, maybe."
Now that...
That's just cruel.
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The Extents We Reach for Friendship
This is super messy. I honestly wrote this in between writing another series that I will upload soon but I really hope the person who put in an ask for this enjoys it. Sorry for the delay. As always any and all feedback is appreciated! No trigger warnings it is pretty chill.
You're in the dimly lit living room of your Seoul apartment, the soft glow of the cityscape through the window casting shadows on the walls. Sana sits next to you on the couch, her eyes fixed on the TV screen but her mind clearly elsewhere. Her hand rests gently on her lap, fingers occasionally tapping nervously.
"Honey," she begins softly, breaking the silence that had settled between you, "I've been thinking a lot about what we talked about last week."
Your heart skips a beat as you turn to face her, knowing exactly what she's referring to. The conversation was about starting a family, her inability to conceive, and the difficult decisions that followed. You nod, encouraging her to continue, your voice cautious when you reply, "I know, Sana. It's a lot to process."
She sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly, "I just... I want this so much, you know? A part of me feels like it's all slipping away, and I don't know how to hold onto it."
Reaching out, you take her hand in yours, squeezing gently, "We'll find a way, Sana. We always do."
Her gaze shifts towards the door, where a soft knock interrupts the moment. You both glance at each other, confusion etched on your faces before Sana stands up, smoothing out her dress as she walks towards the entrance. She opens the door to reveal Miyeon, her best friend, standing there with a hesitant smile.
"Hey, guys," Miyeon says, her voice soft as she steps inside, closing the door behind her. "Sana, you texted me earlier?"
Sana nods, her expression serious as she leads Miyeon to the couch, sitting down beside you again. "Yeah, I did. There's something important we need to talk about."
Miyeon's eyebrows furrow in concern, "What's going on?"
Taking a deep breath, Sana looks directly at Miyeon, her voice steady despite the weight of the topic, "It's about our situation. About us wanting a child, and... well, my doctor said it's nearly impossible for me to conceive naturally."
Miyeon's eyes widen, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise. "Oh, Sana, I had no idea. That's... that's really tough."
Sana nods, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "It is. But there's another option we've been considering. Something... unconventional."
You watch as Miyeon processes this information, her gaze flickering between you and Sana, uncertainty clear in her expression. "What are you thinking?"
Sana takes another deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper, "We were wondering if... if you'd be willing to help us. To carry our baby."
The room falls silent, the weight of Sana's proposal hanging heavily in the air. Miyeon looks stunned, her lips parted as she struggles to find words. After what feels like an eternity, she finally speaks, her voice trembling, "You mean... like, surrogacy?"
Sana shakes her head, her eyes pleading, "No, not exactly. More like... well, we were thinking if you'd be open to... to being impregnated by Y/N. To have our baby together."
Miyeon gasps, her hand covering her mouth as she stares at Sana, then at you, her mind racing. "I... I don't know what to say. This is... it's a lot to take in."
Sana reaches out, taking Miyeon's hand in hers, "I know it is. And it's okay if you need time to think about it. But please, just consider it. For us, for the family, we want so badly."
Miyeon looks down, her fingers intertwining with Sana's as she contemplates the offer. The room is thick with tension, each second stretching out as they wait for her response. Finally, Miyeon lifts her head, her eyes meeting Sana's, "I... I need to think about this. Can I give you an answer later?"
Sana nods, relief washing over her features, "Of course, take all the time you need. Just... let us know when you're ready."
Miyeon stands up, her movements slow as she gathers her things. "I'll call you soon, okay? I just... I need some space right now."
You and Sana nod, watching as Miyeon heads towards the door, her footsteps heavy with contemplation. As the door closes behind her, Sana turns to you, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and anxiety.
"Do you think she'll agree?" she asks softly, her voice tinged with desperation.
You pull her into your arms, holding her close, "I don't know, love. But whatever happens, we'll face it together."
As you hold each other, the weight of the decision looms large, the future uncertain but hopeful. The night stretches on, each second filled with thoughts of what might come next, of the possibilities that lie ahead.
*****
The following day, the sun filters through the blinds of your apartment, casting a warm glow across the room. You're in the kitchen preparing breakfast when the doorbell rings. Sana, who's still in bed, sends you a sleepy glance as you head to the door. Opening it, you find Miyeon standing there, her expression a mix of determination and nervousness.
"Hey," she says softly, stepping inside. "Can we talk?"
You nod, leading her to the living room where Sana joins you a few minutes later, her hair tousled from sleep. The three of you sit down, the air thick with anticipation.
Miyeon clears her throat, meeting both of your eyes before speaking, "I've thought about what you asked, and... I want to help."
Sana's face lights up, her eyes glistening with tears of gratitude. "Are you sure? It's a big decision."
Miyeon nods, her voice firm, "I am. I care about both of you and if this is what you want, then I'm willing to do this for us."
You reach out, taking Miyeon's hand in yours, squeezing gently. "Thank you, Miyeon. We don't know how to thank you enough."
She smiles, her cheeks flushing slightly, "Let's just say it's for the sake of our friendship and creating something beautiful together."
The conversation shifts to practicalities, discussing medical procedures and timelines. But as the discussion winds down, the atmosphere changes, becoming charged with a different kind of energy. Sana looks at you and Miyeon, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness.
"Maybe... maybe we should start now?" she suggests, her voice barely above a whisper.
Miyeon glances at you, her eyes questioning, "Is that what you want?"
You nod, feeling your heart race as you stand up, extending your hand to Miyeon. She takes it, standing up as well, her body brushing against yours. Sana stands too, her hands reaching out to cup your faces, pulling you into a soft kiss.
The kiss deepens, fueled by the emotions swirling around the room. You wrap your arms around Sana, feeling Miyeon's hands on your back, her touch electric. The three of you move as one, heading towards the bedroom, each step a promise of shared intimacy.
In the bedroom, the lights are dimmed, casting shadows that dance along the walls. You lie down on the bed, Sana beside you, Miyeon between you. Her fingers trace patterns on your chest, her eyes locked onto yours. Sana kisses your neck, her tongue flicking lightly, sending shivers down your spine.
Miyeon leans in, her lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Her tongue explores your mouth, the taste of her sweet and intoxicating. You feel Sana's hands on your thighs, slowly moving upward, her touch gentle yet insistent.
You break the kiss with Miyeon, turning to Sana, and capturing her lips in another fiery exchange. Miyeon moves down, her hands sliding under your shirt, her fingertips grazing your skin. You gasp, the sensation overwhelming, your body responding to their combined touches.
Sana pulls away, her eyes dark with desire, "Take off your clothes, all of you."
You obey, shedding your clothes quickly, revealing your arousal. Sana and Miyeon follow suit, their bodies exposed, each curve highlighted by the soft light. You stare, your breath catching in your throat, the sight of them together more erotic than anything you've imagined.
Sana lies down, pulling Miyeon with her, their bodies intertwining. You kneel beside them, your hand reaching out to stroke Miyeon's thigh. She moans, arching into your touch, her eyes closing briefly in pleasure.
"Touch me," she whispers, her voice husky.
You do, your fingers finding her sensitive spots, eliciting gasps and moans from her. Sana watches, her hand moving between her own legs, her breathing quickening as she pleasures herself. The sounds of their breaths and moans fill the room, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.
Miyeon turns, her back to you, her hands reaching behind to guide you inside her. You enter her slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure. Sana moves closer, her lips meeting Miyeon's in a deep kiss, her hand stroking your arm, encouraging you.
You thrust deeper, the rhythm building and each movement met with a sigh or a moan from Miyeon. Sana reaches between you, her fingers finding Miyeon's clit, rubbing in circles. Miyeon cries out, her body tensing, her orgasm hitting her hard.
You continue, your pace increasing, the heat between you intense. Sana moves, kneeling behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her mouth on your neck. She bites gently, the sensation driving you wild, pushing you closer to your own release.
Miyeon recovers, her hands guiding you to change positions. You lie down, Sana straddling your face, her wetness right above you. You lick, tasting her, the flavor is intense. Miyeon lowers herself onto you, her warmth enveloping you completely.
The room fills with the sounds of your moans and sighs, the intensity building with each passing moment. Sana grinds against your face, her movements synced with Miyeon's on top of you. You feel the pressure coiling inside you, the climax approaching fast.
Miyeon senses it, her movements becoming erratic, her body trembling. Sana reaches down, her fingers joining your efforts, pleasuring herself faster. The sensations overwhelm you, your release hitting you like a wave, Miyeon following soon after, her body shuddering with her orgasm.
Exhausted, you lie there, the three of you entangled, the air still heavy with passion. Sana kisses your forehead, her voice soft, "Thank you, both of you."
Miyeon smiles, her eyes sleepy, "No, thank you. For everything."
You pull them closer, the night wrapping around you like a blanket, each heartbeat slowing down to match the other's. The future might be uncertain, but for now, in this moment, you're complete, surrounded by the ones you love, the possibilities are endless.
*******
As the morning light filters through the curtains, Miyeon wakes up with a start, she feels sick, she immediately goes to the washroom and pukes. After which she takes a pregnancy test. Her eyes scan the kit, her heart pounding in her chest as she reads the result of the pregnancy test. A smile slowly spreads across her face, her relief and joy palpable. She turns to you and Sana, who is still asleep, and gently shakes you both awake.
"I'm pregnant," she screams, her voice trembling with emotion.
You sit up immediately, your eyes wide with excitement, while Sana lets out a soft cry, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. You pull Miyeon into a tight hug, the three of you embracing each other in a moment of pure joy.
Over breakfast, the conversation turns to celebration plans. "We should go somewhere special, just the three of us," Sana suggests, her eyes bright with anticipation.
"How about a weekend getaway? Somewhere secluded where we can relax and enjoy each other's company without any distractions?" you propose.
Miyeon nods enthusiastically, "I know just the place. It's a cabin by the lake, very private. We can even stargaze at night."
The plan is set, and within the week, you find yourselves driving along a winding road that leads to the secluded cabin. The air is crisp, filled with the scent of pine trees, and the silence is only broken by the occasional chirp of birds.
Upon arrival, the cabin exceeds your expectationsâcozy, rustic, and perfectly equipped for a weekend of relaxation. The interior is warm and inviting, with a large window overlooking the serene lake.
As evening approaches, you prepare a simple yet delicious mealâgrilled fish, fresh vegetables, and a bottle of wine. The dining area becomes a hub of laughter and storytelling, each memory shared deepening your bond.
After dinner, you decide to take a walk by the lake. The moon casts a silvery glow over the water, and the stars twinkle above like tiny beacons in the sky. Sana takes your hand, and Miyeon links arms with you, the three of you walking in comfortable silence, savoring the peacefulness of the night.
Back at the cabin, you build a fire in the outdoor fireplace, the flames dancing merrily as they chase away the chill. You settle onto a blanket spread on the ground, Sana nestled between you and Miyeon. The night sky stretches endlessly above you, a canvas of glittering stars.
Miyeon points out constellations, her voice soft and soothing in the quiet night. As she talks, you feel Sana's hand tracing small circles on your thigh, her touch sending shivers up your spine. You glance at her, catching her eye, and see the desire burning brightly in her gaze.
You shift closer to Sana, your lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. The taste of her, sweet and familiar, sends a wave of heat through your body. Miyeon watches you, her eyes dark with passion, and leans in to join the kiss, her lips brushing against yours.
The world around you fades into insignificance as the three of you explore each other's mouths, the kisses growing deeper, more urgent. You reach out, your hands finding the hem of Miyeon's shirt, lifting it over her head. She helps you remove your clothes, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin.
Sana follows suit, her movements languid and sensual, her nakedness revealed under the starlight. Her body is a masterpiece, every curve highlighted by the flickering firelight. You admire her, your fingers trailing down her sides, eliciting a soft moan from her.
You lie down, the blanket beneath you soft and comforting. Sana lies between you and Miyeon, her back to you, your front pressed against her. Miyeon kneels beside you, her eyes locked onto yours, her hand reaching out to stroke your cheek.
"Make love to me," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.
You nod, your heart pounding as you position yourself above her. She guides you inside her, her warmth enveloping you completely. You move slowly at first, watching her face for signs of discomfort or pleasure. Her eyes close, her mouth forming a silent 'O', her hands gripping your arms tightly.
Sana turns, her lips finding Miyeon's in a deep kiss, her hand reaching between you to stroke Miyeon's clit. The sensation is overwhelming, Miyeon's moans filling the air, her body arching into your thrusts.
You increase your pace, the rhythm building, each movement met with a sigh or a moan from Miyeon. Sana reaches between you, her fingers finding Miyeon's sensitive spots, rubbing in circles. Miyeon cries out, her body tensing, her orgasm hitting her hard.
You continue, your pace increasing, the heat between you intense. Sana moves, kneeling behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her mouth on your neck. She bites gently, the sensation driving you wild, pushing you closer to your own release.
Miyeon recovers, her hands guiding you to change positions. You lie down, Sana straddling your face, her wetness right above you. You lick, tasting her, the flavor is intense. Miyeon lowers herself onto you, her warmth enveloping you completely.
The room fills with the sounds of your moans and sighs, the intensity building with each passing moment. Sana grinds against your face, her movements synced with Miyeon's on top of you. You feel the pressure coiling inside you, the climax approaching fast.
Miyeon senses it, her movements becoming erratic, her body trembling. Sana reaches down, her fingers joining your efforts, pleasuring herself faster. The sensations overwhelm you, your release hitting you like a wave, Miyeon following soon after, her body shuddering with her orgasm.
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As the sun rises over the lake, casting a golden glow through the bedroom window, you awaken to the soft sounds of gentle moans and whispered words. Blinking away sleep, you see Sana and Miyeon entangled in each other's arms, their bodies moving together in a slow, sensual rhythm that fills the room with an erotic symphony.
Miyeon is on her back, her hair spread out like a dark halo on the pillow, while Sana hovers above her, her breasts swaying gently with each movement. Their eyes are locked, filled with a depth of emotion that speaks of shared secrets and unspoken desires. The air is thick with the scent of their arousal, a heady mix that mingles with the faint pine aroma from outside.
You watch, transfixed, as Sana lowers her head to kiss Miyeon, their lips meeting in a tender yet passionate exchange. The sound of their breathing, slightly ragged, fills your ears, stirring a deep longing within you. You reach out, your hand brushing against Sana's thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin under your touch.
Sana shifts slightly, making space for you, her eyes inviting you to join them. You move closer, your body fitting perfectly between Sana's legs as you lean in to kiss Miyeon, your tongue exploring her mouth with eager strokes. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins.
Your hands roam over Miyeon's body, tracing the curves of her hips, the softness of her breasts, and the smoothness of her skin. Each touch elicits a soft moan from her, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her. Sana watches you both, her hand moving down to stroke herself, her gaze hot with desire.
Encouraged by her response, you deepen the kiss, your tongue dancing with Miyeon's in a rhythm that mirrors the movements of your bodies. You feel the heat building between you, the tension coiling tighter with each passing moment.
Sana leans forward, her lips trailing down Miyeon's neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make Miyeon arch her back, her breath coming in short gasps. You take advantage of her momentary distraction, positioning yourself between her legs, your hardness pressing against her entrance.
Miyeon gasps as you enter her, her body welcoming you with a warmth that makes you shudder. You begin to move, slowly at first, watching her face for any sign of discomfort or pleasure. Her eyes close, her mouth forming a silent 'O', her hands gripping your arms tightly.
Sana moves around, her lips finding Miyeon's once more in a deep kiss, her hand reaching between you to stroke Miyeon's clit. The sensation is overwhelming, Miyeon's moans filling the air, her body arching into your thrusts.
You increase your pace, the rhythm building, each movement met with a sigh or a moan from Miyeon. Sana reaches between you, her fingers finding Miyeon's sensitive spots, rubbing in circles. Miyeon cries out, her body tensing, her orgasm hitting her hard.
You continue, your pace increasing, the heat between you intense. Sana moves, kneeling behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her mouth on your neck. She bites gently, the sensation driving you wild, pushing you closer to your own release.
Miyeon recovers, her hands guiding you to change positions. You lie down, Sana straddling your face, her wetness right above you. You lick, tasting her, the flavor is intense. Miyeon lowers herself onto you, her warmth enveloping you completely.
The room fills with the sounds of your moans and sighs, the intensity building with each passing moment. Sana grinds against your face, her movements synced with Miyeon's on top of you. You feel the pressure coiling inside you, the climax approaching fast.
Miyeon senses it, her movements becoming erratic, her body trembling. Sana reaches down, her fingers joining your efforts, pleasuring herself faster. The sensations overwhelm you, your release hitting you like a wave, Miyeon following soon after, her body shuddering with her orgasm.
Exhausted but content, you lay there, the three of you tangled in each other's arms, the afterglow of your passion wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The morning light filters through the window, illuminating your sweat-slick bodies, the room still filled with the echoes of your shared ecstasy.
"I love you both," Miyeon whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion.
"Forever," Sana adds, her fingers intertwining with yours.
You nod, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. The bond between you feels stronger than ever, a connection forged not just in passion but in love and trust. As you drift back to sleep, the world outside fades away, leaving only the three of you in your private paradise.
Sana's idea of filming this relationship sparks a mix of excitement and nervousness within you as she sets up the camera on a tripod near the bed. The room is bathed in the soft, natural light that filters through the curtains, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. Miyeon watches her with a playful smile, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.
"Ready for this?" Sana asks, her voice a seductive whisper as she checks the camera angle.
You nod, your heart pounding in your chest, while Miyeon bites her lip, her hands moving to adjust the straps of her lingerie. The click of the camera starting up echoes softly in the room, capturing the moment.
Sana joins you on the bed, her fingers gently brushing against your skin as she leans in to kiss you. The taste of her lips is electric, sending shivers down your spine. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer, your bodies melding together seamlessly.
Miyeon watches the two of you, her gaze heated, before she crawls towards you, her hands gliding over your thighs. You shift slightly, making space for her between you and Sana, the warmth of her body pressing against yours. She kisses your neck, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin there, causing you to gasp.
The camera captures every detailâthe way Sana's hair falls across her face, the flush on Miyeon's cheeks, the intensity in your eyes. It's both voyeuristic and deeply personal, a private glimpse into your shared world.
Sana breaks the kiss, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "Let's make this unforgettable."
Her hands move down, undoing the buttons of your shirt, revealing your bare chest to the cool air. You shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor as Miyeon's hands take over, her fingertips tracing patterns on your skin that ignite a fire within you.
You reach for Sana, your hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples until they harden under your touch. She moans, low and deep, her head tilting back as Miyeon continues her assault on your senses, her mouth now trailing down your chest, leaving a path of heat in its wake.
The camera records the scene, the lens capturing the flicker of desire in your eyes, the flush of arousal on Sana's skin, and the concentration in Miyeon's expression. It's raw, real, and incredibly erotic.
Miyeon looks up at you, her eyes dark with passion, and whispers, "I want you inside me."
Her words send a surge of urgency through you. You nod, shifting positions so that you're hovering above her, your hardness pressed against her entrance. She guides you in, her body welcoming you with a tight, hot embrace that makes you groan.
Sana moves to kneel beside Miyeon, her hand reaching out to stroke Miyeon's hair, her eyes locked on the scene unfolding before her. The camera pans, capturing the intimacy, the connection between the three of you.
You begin to move, slowly at first, watching Miyeon's face for any sign of discomfort or pleasure. Her eyes close, her mouth forming a silent 'O', her hands gripping your arms tightly. The sensation of being inside her, surrounded by her warmth, is overwhelming, each thrust met with a sigh or a moan from Miyeon.
Sana leans in, her lips finding Miyeon's once more in a deep kiss, her hand reaching between you to stroke Miyeon's clit. The added stimulation pushes Miyeon closer to the edge, her body arching into your thrusts.
You increase your pace, the rhythm building, each movement met with a sigh or a moan from Miyeon. The sound fills the room, mingling with the soft hum of the camera, creating a soundtrack to your passion.
Sana reaches between you, her fingers finding Miyeon's sensitive spots, rubbing in circles. Miyeon cries out, her body tensing, her orgasm hitting her hard. The sight of her climax sends you over the edge, your release hitting you like a wave, intense and all-consuming.
Exhausted but content, you lay there, the three of you tangled in each other's arms, the afterglow of your passion wrapping around you like a warm blanket. The camera continues to record, capturing the moment, and preserving the memory of this intense, intimate encounter.
Sana looks at the camera, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, and whispers, "Cut," her voice hoarse with emotion.
You turn to Miyeon, her eyes still closed, a serene smile on her face. You brush a strand of hair away from her face, your fingers lingering on her cheek. She opens her eyes, meeting your gaze, her smile widening.
"That was... incredible," she murmurs, her voice soft and dreamy.
Sana nods, her hand intertwining with yours, "A moment we'll never forget."
You agree silently, the weight of the experience settling over you. The camera, now silent, stands as a witness to your shared ecstasy, a testament to the bond between you. As you drift into a peaceful slumber, the room filled with the echoes of your shared passion, you know that this memory will stay with you forever, a cherished part of your journey together.
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ONLY BAD PUPPIES âĄ
pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader
summary: when you get needy, you act up. lucky for you, logan understands that means you just need a firm hand to get you back in line.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, masturbation, pillow humping, pet play, light anal play (plug), daddy kink, praise/degradation, brat taming
wc: 1.9k
kinktober slot: day 23 - pet play
Of course, he'd do something like this. You should've known your punishment wouldn't be so simple. He wouldn't just make you touch yourself in front of him while he watched. That wasn't Logan's style as it pertained to taming you when you acted up. When you bratted out like you had earlier, he took it upon himself to truly humble you.
Today had been a busy day for both of you, but you'd been having a rough week. You felt extra needy for him as of late. The exact cause behind those feelings remained a mystery, but regardless of the specifics, you knew that the long list of tasks you performed over the last several hours did not make you happy.
All you wanted to do today was curl up with your boyfriend. You longed to sit in his lap while the tv played in the background, to have his hand stroking over your head and down your back, to feel him brush his thumb over your lips as he told you what a good girl you'd been.
But you didn't go about getting that attention the best way. In hindsight, you could admit that. It probably wasn't the best idea to tease him. Multiple times you rubbed the softest parts of your body against him and looked up at him with puppy eyes while innuendo spilled from your lips. You'd made a point to be huffy when he rebuffed you to finish up his work around the mansion. You tried giving him the cold shoulder to no effect which made you whiny.
And that was the one thing that guaranteed you a punishment. Because only bad puppies whine.
Right as the high-pitched words about him being so mean to you fell upon his ears, he suddenly finished up with whatever he was doing much quicker.
His hand curved around the back of your neck, guiding you up to your bedroom.
"You think you're cute, huh?" he asks under his breath, "Think you can get what you want by stamping your feet and throwing a tantrum?"
"I didn't-" you try to deny. But Logan doesn't take excuses either.
"You did. You think I don't know you? That I can't see the gears turning in your little head?"
The door to your room flings open with the force of his hand. He shuts it behind you firmly and leads you to the bed, sitting you down.
Already, your head hangs in shame, like a guilty pet who knows they're moments away from being scolded. He clicks his tongue at you in disapproval.
"What happened to all that attitude?" he taunts, yanking you by the hair to make you look up again, "C'mon. Let me have it. I was so mean to you today, wasn't I?"
Your lip sticks out into a pout. "I didn't mean itâŠ" you try to justify.
"But you had no problem saying it before. So let me hear it again," he goads.
You whine and try to plead with your eyes to know avail. "I just wanted you to spend time with me," you say, guilt making your words much less convincing. You knew you'd been bothering him and that you could have waited. You just didn't want to.
"Spend time with you? Is that what you call it?" he says with a raised brow, "Be honest. You were getting fussy because you wanted me to 'spend time' bouncing you on my cock."
Heat creeps up from your belly, through your chest, and into your neck and cheeks. You can't answer because you know that he's right.
He chuckles, his hand rubbing down your scalp to massage the nape of your neck. "Mhm. You don't have to hide it, baby," he says. Dropping his hand away from your head, he walks over to the other side of the room to grab a few things you'd be needing soon. "I know how you are. You just can't help it. My puppy can't function if daddy doesn't give her attention for a few hours."
When he invokes his title and your own, the humiliation brewing in your belly feels more severe. You now know exactly what he's grabbing. As soon as he turns around to return to you, your suspicion is proven correct.
His hands hold the exact items you expected. One palm holds your collar while the other cradles the fake ears and tail. Your chest aches at the sight of them. They felt so good most times, but when you'd been bad, they became the ultimate tools to put you in your place.
He can see your reaction, and if the grin on his face is any indication, he loves it.
"What's wrong, pup? Thought you wanted to play," he says.
You don't have any coherent response to that. In no time, he strips you down and buckles the sleek band around your neck. The simple tag that reads 'puppy' dangles at the front. Next, the ears slide into place on your head. They were a nice set, pointing proudly upright. Last comes the tail. You don't get any real lube for it. That's a treat for good girls. All you get is his spit spread over the bulb before it prods at your puckered entrance. It slips in with relative ease, only drawing a tiny whimper from you as you adjust.
He stands back to admire his work. You kneel on the mattress, looking at him with the same guilt from earlier. Anticipation chews up your spine as you wait to hear your sentence. In the past, he'd made you get off on his boot. Another time, he leashed you to the bed while fucking you rough. Once he made you crawl around with a vibrator in. You could only shudder now as you imagine what lies ahead.
But it doesn't seem to be anything so drastic based on his words.
"You wanted to cum so bad all day today, puppy, so I'm gonna let you. You're just gonna have to be a big girl and do it yourself," he says, heading to the chair several feet from the bed.
He sits down and settles in, eyes staying on you the whole time. It's weird. The idea of starting to touch yourself while someone else just sits there. Doing it was one thing, but beginning feels separate to you.
Either way, your hand ventures between your thighs to rub at your folds. But before it can really get into it, he stops you.
Now you find out what the real punishment is.
"Ah ah ah, sweetheart. Puppies don't get to use their hands," he chides, that fucking smirk plastered across his face
You blink at the statement. It replays in your head again. His expression only grows more smug as you gawk at him, heat creeping up from your belly into your chest and neck.
"But⊠how?" you ask, as if you didn't already know, "What do you want me to do?"
"You're smarter than that. Use that little brain," he teases.
You take your bottom lip between your teeth, air puffing out from your mouth. The solution is right in front of you - or rather, behind you, resting against the headboard at the top of your bed.
Slowly, you turn around and reach for his pillow. You bring it around your body and crawl on top of it. The smoothness of the linen is cool against your cunt. It feels wrong there, like it won't provide enough friction to make you cum.
You give the puppy eyes one more try on him, but they yield no success.
"Get to it, pup. Let's see you take care of yourself for a change," he says.
And that's that. Arguing any further would be pointless and only get you in more trouble.
You lower yourself a bit more, making sure you're flush against the cushion. It puffs up from the pressure of your legs on either side. Then you start. You begin to drag your cunt back and forth, rocking your hips in small strokes.
It doesn't do much at first except make your head foggy with shame. Humping a pillow is a much more intensive process than just using your fingers. All of you moves with each thrust of your pelvis. Your breasts bounce with your momentum. The tail sticking out of your ass shakes and catches on your leg. Even the tag on your collar bobbles around.
"Atta girl," Logan praises from the sidelines, "You're gonna learn how to do this, so you don't have to bother daddy when he's trying to work."
You nod before your head falls back. Despite this method of self-pleasure not feeling that great at first, you were finding out it was a slow burn. The more you rutted on the plush surface between your legs, the greater the intensity of the sparks of ecstasy between your thighs.
He can feel himself starting to stiffen in his jeans. Everything about you was so needy and pathetic right now. It drives him crazy. His hand slides over his lap to palm his semi-hard bulge. From the sharp jerks of your hips to the shaky whimpers coming out of your mouth, everything about you calls to every cell in his body.
Like always, you don't last long. Puppies are never good at being patient. As soon as you find a rhythm you like, it only takes a couple minutes for you to work yourself to the edge. Your eyes go glossy, breaths morphing into harsh pants. Your tongue practically lolls out of your mouth. And then, once you realize how close you are, come the pleas.
"D-daddy," you choke out around other sounds of carnality, "Please, can I cum? Please please please please."
You were a natural when it came to begging. But you were bad, so he doesn't let you off easy tonight. He doesn't answer your calls for him and continues to watch. Being ignored is worse than a no to you, and he knows this.
"Please. I need it- I- I can't wait," you cry, "Pretty please, daddy."
"You think you've earned it?" he asks.
"Uh huh, I did. I earned it," you repeat, slurring your words a little.
He pauses for a moment, making you wait before he gives his permission. "Alright. Go ahead then. It's the only one you're getting tonight."
You try to force the words 'thank you' out, but instead, you can only moan as release crashes into you. Your hips buck wildly on the pillow. Arousal gushes from you and darkens the already existing wet patch. Your chest heaves with all the feelings rushing through you, your back arching before you topple forward.
Even with your face smooshed against the blankets, your hips still twitch in the afterglow. You ride out the little remaining bursts on his pillow. When you finally get yourself to sit up, eyes droopy and mind hazy.
He's in front of you now. His cock is out, his hand stroking it slowly.
"You did good, puppy. You were a very good girl," he praises.
You bask in it for a moment before your eyes fall down to his hard shaft in front of you. He smiles, knowing you could never resist a chance to have his dick.
"That's right. You were good, so now you get a treat. Daddy knows how much his puppy likes to lick."
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hi! I wondered if you could do a steddie x fem!reader comfort fic?? it could be anything like r has period cramps, a migraine or maybe she has a nightmare? thank you so much!!!
Hi my love, thank you for requesting!
poly!steddie x fem!reader ⥠608 words
If Eddie wanted to wake up to an empty bed, he would be single.Â
Itâs the cold that gets his attention. When Eddie stretches out a leg, seeking either you or Steve to latch onto, his foot only goes sliding across the sheets to dangle off the other end of the bed. He sits up.Â
The fuck?
He stumbles out of Steveâs bedroom feeling like heâs in the intro scene of a horror movie, all cold and disoriented and in his boxers, but the blue light of the TV leads him to the living room. There, he finds you and Steve all curled up and cozy, relishing in your shared body heat without him.Â
âHey, Iâm prettyââÂ
Steve shushes him harshly, clamping a protective hand over your head on his chest and looking up like Eddieâs mere presence is a scandal. (Which, to some, sure, but not usually to his boyfriend.)Â
âShe just fell asleep,â Steve whispers. âIf you wake her up, I will kill you.âÂ
Eddie blinks. âOkay,â he says, quieter now. âI didnât realize things were so dire, considering she was sleeping the last time I saw her. I was going to say that Iâm pretty sure if my snoring wakes you guys up, Iâm the one whoâs supposed to go to the couch.âÂ
Steve breathes out. He reaches for Eddieâs hand, kissing his knuckles while petting the top of your head softly.Â
âSorry. Sorry, itâs just, Iâve been trying to get her to go back to sleep since, like, two.â Eddie glances at the clock below the TV. Itâs nearly five. When his gaze returns to Steve, the other boy smiles sadly. âShe had a bad dream.âÂ
The sound that leaves Eddie is soft and entirely involuntary, his knees bending so he can crouch in front of you both. âA real bad one, huh?âÂ
Youâve been having a lot of stress dreams lately, but none gnarly enough to keep you up for hours like this. He feels bad that he wasnât there to comfort you.Â
Steve nods, pretty mouth twisting ruefully. âYeah, she was pretty upset. Crying and all that.âÂ
Eddieâs heart heavies. He has the urge to reach up and touch your leg, but he thinks Steve might tackle him.Â
âShe thought she might need a distraction before she could get back to sleep,â he goes on, âso we came to see what was on TV.â
Eddie looks at the two of you. You, breathing deep and even on Steveâs chest, and Steve, one arm curled around you with the other undoubtedly asleep and with nowhere to rest his head.Â
âAnd you got yourself trapped,â Eddie deduces.Â
Steve sighs. âYep.âÂ
âOkay.â He worms a hand underneath your curled legs. âI donât think sheâll have problems sleeping anymore.â He starts to lift you, ignoring the flurry of hushed protests from his boyfriend.Â
âFuckâdonâtâwaitââÂ
You make a low, throaty sound, and Steve glowers.Â
âHey, baby,â Eddie grunts, hoisting you up to his chest (gently, he swears). âReady to go back to bed?âÂ
âOh.â It comes out of you in an exhale, and feels like a hand squeezed around his heart. You let your cheek go soft against his shoulder. âYeah. Sorry to leave you by yourself.âÂ
Eddie smiles. You know him so well. âIâll give you a pass this once,â he says, glancing back at Steve. The other boy is standing like heâs forgotten how to work his legs, rubbing around his eyes and beginning the trudge to the bedroom. âYou couldâve woken me, you know.âÂ
âYou were snoring,â you hum. âYou wouldnâtâve heard us.âÂ
Steve huffs a laugh, and Eddieâs smile goes guilty. âFair enough.â
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not sure what your plans or chronologically for the grumpy universe
but could you write something where tiny is a teenager and sheâs going through a rebellious phase. out late, parties, that sort of vibe
TEENAGE TERRORS â alessia russo x teen!reader
buckle up sheâs a long one! i didnât really know how i was going to end this so the ending is a little iffy but ENJOY!
lil psa, not wanting to disappoint anyone but this is probably one of the only ones iâll write with lovie as a teen just as its a little bit more difficult to get the dynamics right. iâm sorry, i still love you allđ€
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you were now sixteen, however you were still your mums little girl.
your mum had since retired from football and had moved into working still within the football scene: part time football pundit for the international matches but still giving back to the local clubs making sure that girls sports was supported in a way they should be.
since you were now able to look after yourself, your mum was rarely around during the week. always being out the house sometimes before you even woke up having to be somewhere for a meeting.
but it worked out well as you would be at school, and then after that she would pick you up from school and drive you to football training and sit and watch you flourish in a sport that had quite literally been your entire life.
you still lived in london, but you had moved slightly further from central london from the first home you lived in when you moved to london all those moons ago. still going to all of arsenal's home games at the emirates both men's and women's.
hoping one day that would be you, you on the field playing for your club.
your mum still very much good friends with her teammates she used to play with, most coming around on a weekend to visit when they had the time. but most importantly, ella was around at every chance she could.
you could have sworn at one point she had moved in for a little bit while her boyfriend had been away on a work trip, alessia sometimes wondering when ella was around if she had one child or two.
alessia had a lot of trust in you, she didn't think she had to worry about you being lead down the wrong path.
you were naturally quite clever, your grades in school were very good, your teachers would never really have a bad word to say about you, maybe the fact you were a little chatty in the wrong moments, and you had a good group of friends which alessia had met and there impression to her was good.
but you also had a strong head on your shoulders. you weren't the type to let others tell you what to do.
but with that you were a teenager and your mum should've maybe been a little more tentative in what you did with your spare time.
it was easy to slip things past your mum as for one she wasn't exactly the hardest to convince â something you more often than you would like to admit used to your full advantage.
which is why when you started coming home late, being out every weekend at someone else's house for party's your mum didn't exactly pick up on anything. your mum just thought you were having fun, she trusted you that you knew what was sensible and what wasn't.
but maybe the trust each time you were late home, or came home smelling of alcohol was being stretched further and further like a rubber band to the point where it could break at any point.
which is what lead to the weekend, you were off to another party.
"mum! i'm going out now, i'll see you later" you called out from the hallway as you touched up your hair in the large floor mirror that hung in the hallway.
your mum sat in the living room watching a series on the large tv that took up a large part of the wall, a small glass of white wine in her hand as a small way for the blonde to unwind after a busy week.
"wait, lovie. c'mere!" your mum called out quickly at the sound of the door keys being rattled around. you huffing slightly at you checked the time on your phone before poking your head into the living room.
your mum turning so that she could see you a sad look adorning on your mothers face, "you never said you were going out? i thought you were staying in, we were gonna do a movie night remember?"
you eyebrows knitted together with confusion, ok you may have forgotten to tell your mum your weekend plans but you couldn't just cancel your plans with your friends now, it was too late.
"i- uh. i did i told you in the car on the way back from training on wednesday!" you lied, you were now getting a little impatient as your mum hummed, she still not really remembering if you had or not a lot having happened since wednesday night.
"we can have our movie night another time, i really need to go now. i'll be back later mum" you spoke fast and your mum could sense the urgency that you had to leave.
"right, what time will you be back?" your mum asked, as you thought for a moment not wanting to say to early but also not too late that your mum would complain.
"about eleven maybe" you shrugged, the maybe coming out a little quieter, more of a whisper.
"ok lovie, but no drinking please you have an important match tomorrow, have fun but be-"
"-sensible i know mum! bye i love you" were the last words spoken to your mum as you dashed out the room and the front door before alessia even had a chance to blink.
you managed to make it to the party just on time, it happened to only be a few blocks from your house but you as always you underestimate the time it's going to take for you to get ready.
you got to the party, there being a lot more people than you expected. it taking you a little while longer to locate your friends over the booming noise of the music and the amoung of people inside the house.
but luckily you were able to find your friends, your four friends englufing you in a tight squeeze as they fiilled you in with what you had missed since arriving late.
you loved your friends, you would do anything for them and they had been there since pretty much the beginning and the five of you were pretty much inseparble.
there was emilia who was definetly the most outspoken out the four of you, you not too far second in that race, she would say anything and everything on her mind. but like every teenage girl she had two sides to her lovely and like butter wouldnt melt on the outside but deep inside her she was a total bitch.
there was olivia, she was emilia's ride or die, the two of them knowing each other since preschool and one thing about olivia is she would do anything for emilia even if meant she or others would get hurt in the process.
then there was isabella or bella as everyone called her, she was the newest addition to the friend group havign just transfered schools, but she was too nice for her own good meaning she was a little naive to her surroundings and some peoples meaning.
and finally your best friend poppy, the girl you trusted with your entire life - quite literally. the two of you had been joined to the hip since your first day at school, clicking instantly. you considered the girl as a sister. alessia always thinking you and poppy reminded her a lot of her and ella when they were younger.
once you had caught up with your friends the night went on you were just enjoying socialising, you always up for meeting new people although it was a little hard in a dimly lit room and blaring music over the top.
"what you drinking tonight then russo?" emilia asked you with a dopey smile, a red solo cup in her hand as she slouched next to you on the couch. you were most definitely the only one there that was still sober.
"just sprite" you shrugged, holding you cup up as emilia let out a little laugh.
"why you being boring russo, just have a drink let your hair down" emilia giggled as she began to sway slightly from side to side with the music but she definitely wasn't in time with the beat like she thought she was.
you shook your head, "i can't, i have a match in the morning and i promised my mum-"
"oh why are you so bothered about all that stupid football jazz. your never gonna make it pro, you would have already! just face it your never gonna be the big name your mum was!" emilia slurred so casually, the words just rolling off her tongue like she was just repeating words she had rehearsed for days.
emilia was off squealing at some boy as she dragged him to dance with her all before you could even process what she'd said. your body just slumping into its self.
"you okay?" a voice said over the beat of the loud music which felt even louder now, your ears ringing. you looked up, your eyes slightly watered as you nodded. it was just poppy.
"yepâ you popped your lip looking at the floor before turning to look at your best friend, âcan you get me a drink?" you looked up hopeful, as poppy looked at you with knitted eyebrows, confusion filled her face. you didnât drink.
"what? another sprite?" she asked as you quickly shook your head, "no, something else, vodka? anything. just make it strong?"
"are you sure your okay?" poppy asked again, it was unusual for you to drink never mind ask for a strong drink. your best friend beginning to be slightly worried about the sudden change in your behaviour as you sighed frustratedly.
"yes! just get me the fucking drink poppy!" you snapped as poppy quickly left her red solo cup next to you, mumbling she would be a few minutes.
and to your luck, she was back a few minutes later a red solo cup in her hand, handing it to you. a clear liquid in the cup as you peered into the cup.
"it's straight vod-"
you didn't bother listening to what poppy had to say, instead chugging the vodka. the feeling of the burning down your throat, the same feeling hitting your stomach as when emilia said those words to you.
but right now you wanted to forget that, forget everything, you wanted your mind to be clear, just like the colour of the liquid your just downed.
you felt your head begin to get lighter with each drink you had, before you were starting to not even be able to walk straight never mind put a sentence together.
the night just flushing into a blur, as for the first time you felt free. like nothing mattered. nobody knew your name or used you for your last name. you were just y/n.
lovieđ©· -> hey alessia, it's poppy, y/n's in quite a state and she was about to start walking home by herself but i don't think that's a good idea so my mum is going to drop her home when she picks me up.
mummađ€ -> hi poppy, is she okay? did something happen?
lovieđ©· -> she's conscious but i don't think she knows what's going on, she had quite a few drinks. i'm not sure what happened one minute she was smiling the next she had a face like thunder.
mummađ€ -> not to worry poppy, i'll talk to her in the morning. thank you for looking out for her.
"lovie?" alessia looked in shock horror at the state you were in, slightly embarrassed as she looked up thanking poppy as well as flashing a thankful smile towards her mum who was behind the driving wheel and had so kindly brought you home.
âsorry sheâs in such a state, i did try and get her to slow down after the first one but she just ignored meâ poppy apologised with a wince as alessia nodded with a sigh, your stubborn side which you definitely didnât get from the blonde.
âitâs okay, iâm not angry. just a little disappointed but thank you for looking out for y/n, your a good friend to her â even when sometimes she may not deserve itâ alessia slightly laughed at the little bit knowing poppy had put up with you since your first day of school and knowing you can be difficult at time especially with the strong head on your shoulder.
alessia said her goodbyes to poppy again waving to her mum as she drove down the street, turning to you with a sigh as you leant against your mum and the doorframe.
âcâmon then lovieâ alessia began to move you away from the doorway as you held a dopey smile on your face. rambling out some words that alessia was convinced were not english.
"hey, only my mum calls me that-" you slurred out quietly as your eyes began to shut. a big sigh coming from alessia as she called out to ella who was in the living room.
"woah- where has she been?" ella winced as she took in your form as you were slumped up against your mum, alessia shrugging.
"i need to get her to eat something, and a bottle of water" alessia told ella as she nodded in agreement helping alessia get you into the living room at least.
you were carried to the living room by both your mum and ella, the two placing you down as you sighed contently at the feeling of the soft lounge. your body drifting in and out of sleep as each minute passed.
âiâm just gonna make her a sandwichâ alessia whispered as ella nodded, staying sat beside you. âyeah iâll stay hereâ
a small giggle came from you out of nowhere as you head drooped to one side of the head rest on the couch, âyou sound just like my auntie ella, she has a proper thick manchester accentâ
ella just sat and listened as you continued your slurred ramble, a smile creeping in her face as you spoke about ella and your mum. clearly not being with it enough to know thatâs currently who youâre in a room with.
âsheâs pretty cool, she was an awesome footballer too. just like my mumâ a sad lopsided smile crept on your face as tears slightly built in your eyes. an eyebrow rising at your words from the brunette sat beside you as she hummed.
âmy mum was an amazing footballer, my dream is always to be even half the player she is-â a sniffle came from you as if you were about to start crying, ella patting your shoulder.
âiâm sure youâll carry on her legacyâ ella smiled at you, but as you were squinting to see if you could recognise who your were talking to but you couldnât really make out the facial features. it all just being blurs of colours.
a yelp came from you as you screwed your eyes shut, startling ella a little as she looked at you with panic in her eyes, âoh my god, my mum gonna be so annoyed at meâ you covered your face with your hands.
at this point alessia was coming back into the room, a bottle of ice cold water and your favourite type of sandwich made in her hand. the blonde about to open her mouth to say something but ella waved at her not to say anything to allow you the chance to carry on your drunken confession.
âbut, the drinks just looked too good and it helped i forgot about what she saidâ you mumbled as you carried on talking with your hands over your face. ella and alessia looking at each other with blank faces trying to figure out what you were saying.
âi felt free like i was floating on fluffy clouds- oh is this sandwich for me?â you spotted the food on the plate on the coffee table out the corner of you eye.
âyeah eat it lovie, and thereâs some water there tooâ alessia pointed as you hummed tucking into the sandwich still not aware of your surroundings and the fact you were in your living room at home.
alessia tapping ella on the shoulder and letting the brunette know that she was gonna get your bed ready and get you some pjs out so you could change. ella just waved the blonde off letting her do her thing of what she needed to do.
after around an hour later and the two finally got you to bed, after a few little mishaps like you tripping up the stairs and you falling asleep with your toothbrush in your mouth as you brushed your teeth in the bathroom.
but finally the two had gotten you into bed and safely asleep, alessiaâs head spinning. why had you gone out and got basically black out drunk, the night before an important match. there had to be a reason. this wasnât like you.
"oh god" alessia let out a shaky breath as she lent over the kitchen counter her head in her hands. mum guilt washing over her.
"she'll be fine less, she's a teenager. this is what they do. we were once like that too-" ella tried to help comfort her best friend with a light hearted joke towards their past of them being teenagers. it not being too dissimilar.
"yeah but tooney, this isn't the first time this has happened." alessia sighed looking up at the brunette who was stood in the dimly lit kitchen.
"this is becoming every weekend and i thought maybe when she came back late smelling of alcohol the first time, it would be the last but it's happened nearly every single time since" alessia explained as tooney's face turned into a small frown, she didn't realise that wasn't the first time.
"i thought i could trust her, ella" alessia whispered, ella knew the blonde was being serious that's the only time alessia would call her best friend by her proper name. a worried look was etched across the blondes face.
"you can less, tiny is a smart kid" ella nodded pulling the blonde into a side hug as alessia whispered, "i hope your right."
the next morning had rolled around and you woke up with the biggest head ache and no recollection of the events that happened last night, the last thing you remember was your conversation with poppy.
anything else after that, you had no idea. hell you didn't even know how you got home or when-
not even realising you were home until your eyes scanned around the dimly lit room, noticing the framed photos you had from football. some with your teammates, your family, and some with some of the lionesses past and present you'd met.
a tight knot building in your stomach as you looked at it a little longer, the words lingering in your head of what your friend had said to you.
huffing you didn't want to look at the photos any longer, you pushed your covers off you and walking your way down the stairs. the bright light of the sun shining through the windows hurting your eyes as you made you way into the kitchen not even realising your mum was stood waiting for her coffee machine to finish.
"morning- why are you not ready? we have to leave in fifteen minutes?" your mum asked as you turned grabbed a glass from the shelf filling it with ice cold water.
you ignored the question your mum was sending your way instead reaching out for the cupboard in which you knew your mum kept the medicine â rummaging through the box until you found something that would help sootheyour seething headache.
"lovie? i'm asking you a question" you mum pushed but still was talking in a soft voice. you shrugged, "don't wanna go" you mumbled as you took the time to take the medicine before placing your glass in the sink.
your mum was taken back by your response, you never missed football. not matches. not training. hell you'd even beg your mum to let you play even if your leg was hanging off. football is everything to you â or so she thought.
"why?"
"not feeling too well-" you began but were cut off by your mum, "the one thing i asked you not to do was drink and you knew you had this match this morning which you know is important-"
alessia started her rant but you just sighed and walked out the room heading towards your room. your mum realising you weren't in the room any longer, following your tracks towards your room. "y/n, i'm not finished talking-"
"yeah well i am, just leave me be mum! i don't want to go to the stupid football match okay, i quit!" you snapped as you yelled from your bedroom door slamming it shut. alessia stopping in her track, your words hitting her right in the chest, as the slam of the door echoed in the hallway.
stupid football? that wasn't the lovie alessia knew.
the lovie, alessia knew was football crazy and since she could walk had a ball at her feet.
the lovie alessia knew would spend hours in the garden trying to perfect a skill even if it was pouring of rain.
the lovie alessia knew would have to be practically dragged of the pitch and away from the football after training otherwise you would spent all night there.
the lovie alessia knew, loved football and wanted to play for her club and country.
alessia didn't understand what had happened, yeah your behaviour at the minute hadn't exactly been perfect and the blonde would be lying if she said she wasn't loosing a little bit trust in you with each time you came home late.
your actions speaking louder that maybe what you were doing in your spare time wasnât as innocent as you tried to perceive it as. your show last night was the real eye opener for alessia.
she slumped down on the stairs as she let out a breathe. she didn't know what to do or even say.
the blonde was brought out of her thoughts at the sound of knocks echoing through the hallway. alessia pushed her self up from her seat on the stairs making her way to the door and pulling it open.
"ay we ready! where's our superstar?" ella called out as she walked in not catching the gloomy look on her best friends face at the side of the door as leah walked in behind her just as excited as the two began to recite your chant.
the two were dressed head to two in the colours you wore, ella minus the arsenal jersey. but leah was decked to the nines in gunner merch.
ella and leah made it to nearly every one of your matches, ella of course didn't make it to as many as she lived in manchester but any matches you had close to there or any time ella was in london she made sure to be at your matches with alessia.
leah on the other hand would be lucky if she missed one match a season, she always made sure to be there. leah had a close connection with the academy it being one she spent the first years of her footballing years too.
"oh- what's happened?" ella smile dropping as she looked at the sad look on alessia's face, leahs head turning around as her smile too dropped. the vibe going completely flat.
"it's lovie, she's quit football-" alessia said quitely, so quiet it almost came out as a whisper, as she walked past the two going to sit on the couch in the living room, ella and leah following alessia like lost puppy's as they came to terms which what the blonde had just said.
"what do you mean she's quit?" leah asked sitting down and taking the arsenal scarf from around her neck, it being quite warm in the room. alessia just shrugged she didnt know what the cause of you sudden outburst was, but what she did know is that something had caused it or rather someone.
ella coming and sitting next to the alessia as a sigh came from her, "she can't just quit- tiny is the future of football.."
"well she came down, i asked why she wasn't ready and she said she wasn't feeling well and then i followed her cause she walked away while i was still talking and then bascially yelled in my face that football is stupid" alessia sighed putting her head in her hands, ella running a soothing hand up and down the blonde's back.
"stupid football, that does not sound like tiny at all" leah was in disbelief, the girl she was hearing about was not the tiny that they knew and loved.
"tell me about it"
"have you tried asking her about it" ella suggested, it seeming like a silly thing to ask as she thought that alessia would ahve probably done that first but it was always worth a suggestion.
a shake of the head came from alessia, "no thought i'd give her a chance to cool off first"
"good thinking less, but it's worth a try even though she may not say anything. try and see if you can get something out of her" leah gave a sad smile to alessia who nodded taking the much needed advice on board.
the three sat a little more trying to get to the bottom of why you were acting a little weird and why you suddenly after bascially dedicating your entire life to football wanted to quit.
"but you know tiny too, more than we do, thats she capable of changing her mind more times than the weather" ella jokes as both leah and alessia let out a small chuckle. she wasnt wrong, you were known to be very indecisive.
"well we'll be off, let us know what happens and if you need anything" leah slaps her hands off her knees standing up, ella nodding and agreeing with leahs words.
"i will, i'll keep you both updated" alessia gave a half smile as she held the front door open, for the two to leave as they left still dressed in their football attire. leaving a little less excited then when they arrived.
alessia waving the two goodbye as leah drove away, the blonde shutting her door as she lingered in the hallway glancing up the stairway. planning her next movements.
make you some lunch as you hadn't eaten yet and the blonde knew better than to try and talk to you empty handed.
"just me.." your mum whispered as she lightly knocked on your door, "i brought your favourite- cheese toastie" as she put the plate on your bedside table not a mutter of a word from you as your mum walked through your room.
you just lay still in your bed, blankets wrapped around you as you held your little esme the elephant. yes the same one you'd had since you were little, it all worn with there being a little tear in the ear.
your mum sighed as she sat at the end of your bed, "how you feeling now?" she cooed as you still remained in the same place staring at the wall, the only thing to be heard was your light breathing.
alessia felt as though she'd hit a brick wall. her brain trying to think of things that may get you to talk to her but ultimitately she knew it would be a long shot. you and your stubborness. something you defiently didn't get from the blonde.
"you can't ignore me forever, lovie" alessia joked lightly hoping it may help to lighten the tense atmosphere inside your room, you glancing over at your mum perched on the end of your bed.
"i can try" you mumbled if the room hadn't of been as silent as it was alessia would have most definetly missed what you said.
a hum coming from your mum, "you can try but then who knows that you don't like blueberries cause you don't like the way they feel in your mouth, or that when your anxious about something that you bite the inside of your lip, or that you like having ketchup with almost ever meal-" alessia trailed off as you perked one eyebrow up turning onto your back.
"i'm sure i'd find a way to survive" you mumbled as your mum nodded her head slowly, humming a little at your words.
"what's happened lovie? why do you all of a sudden want to quit football" your mum asked as you moved your head slightly to the side, you knew this was coming. you just didn't think you were ready to admit out loud why you wanted to stop playing.
"just do, 'm not gonna make it anywhere anyway.." you whispered your throat going slightly tight as the words left your lips. alessia felt her heart tighten a little at your confession.
"lovie, you don't seriously believe that do you?" alessia asked a little bit of seriousness in her tone of voice, a part of her thinking maybe these weren't your words, but rather someone elses.
"and what if i do-"
"has someone said something to you lovie?" your mum has this gut feeling in her stomach and her gut was rarely ever wrong, it was if it was her sixth sense. "like did something happen at the party you were at?" your mum continued to push for an answer as you lay still with you eyes facing away from your mum, worried that if you did look at her that the tears would start to fall.
you stayed silent for a moment, contemplating your next move. before slowly moving your eyes to make contact with your mums as you bit your lip. another few seconds passed before you nodded your head to your mum previous question.
"oh lovie" your mum pouted as she crumbled moving from her seat at the end of the bed to quickly engulf you in a much needed hug as the tears began to fall. your mum comforting you as you cried in her arms letting it all out as you began to relay the events of what happened at the party, what emilia said to you and then how you just began to drink to get rid of the pain.
alessia's heart breaking for you, being told such harsh words from someone you considered to be a very close friend. it wasn't fair and the world was a cruel place. your mum wishing she could wrap you up in bubble wrap and protect you from anything you came in front of.
"she doesn't deserve to have you as a friend and you don't need people like that in your life lovie. thats not what a true friend does-" your mum comforted you as a few stray sniffles came from you as you knew what your mum was telling you was right. emilia didn't deserve to call you her friend.
"and anyways she won't be saying that when your on the big stage, playing for your club and country!" your mum smiled softly as your furrowed your eyebrows. "you really think that'll happen-"
"of course! you could play rings around some players you come against" you stayed in your mums arms a little more as she continued to comfort you as she continued to build your confidence and ego back up that clearly had took some serious damage.
"you'll always be my favourite player, y/n russo." your mum smiled sweetly at you as she placed a kiss to your forehead. you knew the topic of your recent behaviour and how you spent your spare time would come up and alessia definitely knew she needed to have a chat with you about that but right now you needed love and comfort which is exactly what you got as you sunk into her warm and loving arms further.
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I can't stop thinking about modern!aemond with his pregnant wife or with the baby, like him caressing her little bump, or massaging her when she feels tired
i wrote a little drabble for this, i hope it's okay <33
modern!aemond targaryen x pregnant fem!reader , fluff
you wrap your fingers around the cup of herbal tea aemond made for you minutes ago.
he's not sitting here with you, because he needs to make calls and work in his room. you told him it's okay, never liked keeping him away from his job. working is something he needs to do to keep his mind occupied, otherwise you think he'll be worried for you or the baby. it happened before.
your other hand draws absent-minded shapes on your belly. it's grown huge, to the point where you can't see your feet when you're standing up. it feels unbelievable sometimes, the fact that you'll be able to see your baby girl in such a short time. you will hold her in your arms, feed her and kiss her. it's gonna feel like a miracle, you're not familiar with miracles.
you are curious about the details, of course. not the giving birth part, you try to keep your mind away from it these days. but what will she look like? doctors are saying she's healthy and everything's okay. will she have aemond's hair? maybe your eyes? will she read lots of books when she's grown like her dad, or will she like obsessing over fictional characters from tv shows just like you did years ago? she'll be perfect, you know that much. a mix of aemond and you. perfect.
you can't wait to meet her for many reasons but it would also be nice to stop being pregnant and get rid of the aches in your body. it's not easy to carry a baby, no matter how excited you are, physical aspects cannot be ignored for too long. you feel swollen everywhere, it's hard to leave the bed or couch by yourself, and sometimes even your face doesn't feel like your own. you think it's normal to feel that way most times, but- not always. not today.
the couch beneath you is usually comfy, not now, though. it feels like something's digging up your spine, you tilt your head back to the pillows with a low groan. baby girl moves, she's a bit restless today. you want to move your legs, maybe walk a little to relieve the numbness in them. well, you can't leave the couch by yourself. tough luck.
your hero steps in, and you manage to take a nice breath. aemond comes to you, his face is unreadable. he tries not to let work bother him, especially when he needs to be okay for the three of you now, but you sense him feeling stressed over it. it looks like today will be a small disaster for each member of his little targaryen family.
"what's wrong?" aemond asks, the moment he sees your discomfort. "are you hurting anywhere?"
you hand him the tea cup, only took a few sips from it before. "can you help me up, please?"
"of course, my love." he softens immediately. it's time to be a good husband, he's not gonna sulk over business deals just now. "here, let me hold you." he says, supporting your body to lift you up.
it's nice to feel your legs again. you hold aemond's hand, his other arm supports your waist to give you something to lean back. you look up to him to get a kiss. it's needed desperately, and he's quick to give you what you want. your belly gets in the way a bit, but aemond is tall enough to still tower over you, your lips meet just right.
"do you wanna walk with me?" aemond asks. "let's go to kitchen and find something to eat for you."
"a walk would be nice." you say, accepting his lead. "she's moving too much today. it's feels like she's angry at me or something."
"she's just impatient." he defends his girl. "she'll be here soon."
"yes." you say happily, stepping into the kitchen. "we still need to decide a name, though."
you lean against the kitchen counter as aemond takes out some fruits from the fridge. he starts preparing a whole plate of them, pineapples and strawberries. just what you like.
"i mean, at least we have options." he says. "we just decide what feels right when we get to see her."
"mm, okay." you say, not having enough energy to discuss the name thing over again. it's hard to pick it, even harder to stop yourself from thinking another option and trying to decide which will be better.
aemond is done with the fruits, he washes his hands and gets a towel to dry them before reaching for you. "you look like you need to get some sleep." he says with a little smile on his face. he cups your cheeks to kiss your chin.
"but you just made me snacks." you tell him. snacks are important.
"they'll be here when you wake up." aemond reminds you. "i'm done with work today. we can go to bed and wake up at dinner time if you want."
normally it's a shock to hear these words from your husband, he doesn't like spending hours on sleeping during the day. after you started getting more tired though, he tries to stay with you as much as he can. you like having him in bed even when you can't cuddle properly, it's the way he makes you feel safe. also, quality time for your tiny family.
you nod, holding his hand again to go to bed. walking seems a bit harder now, you wrap your free hand around your belly. you're thankful for having aemond's clothes on you, nothing feels restraining at least. you sit on bed and try to find a nice position to lay down.
you don't like having covers on you but aemond still pulls the thin blanket on your legs. he lays down after, keeping his body as close to yours as he can. his hand finds its usual spot on your belly. he's gentle with the way he rubs your skin. you close your eyes, your poor muscles give up.
"why is my girl so restless today, hmm?" he asks softly, leaning to your baby as he talks to her. "you need to give your mommy a break, little love, i don't like seeing her so exhausted."
aemond kisses where your baby's head must be and you feel a sudden comfort spreading all over your body. "keep talking to her, please." you say. you love how he manages to calm both you and your baby.
"you'll be here soon." he says, his fingers meet with her as she moves. "we'll get to choose you a name, and you'll wear your tiny clothes. we need to pick up a teddy bear for you, and decide your favorite color to get you nice dresses. you need to be here to do all that, okay?"
you reach for aemond's hand when you feel sleep taking over you. he keeps talking to your baby, and she finally settles down. he doesn't sleep, he doesn't need to. he can only watch you and stay with you just in case you need anything when you wake up. he gives both of you occasional kisses to remind you of his presence.
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vernon as a girl dad
girl dad! vernon fluff, crack, a little smut, requested warnings: reader has a womb, vernon and his daughter sharing one braincell, sex (only a little though) wc: 771 writer's notes: it's been too long so i couldnt wait to post this (read: i didn't proof read this). to the anon who requested it, i'm so sorry for the long waitđđ but i really hope you understand and forgive me and that you enjoy it :) do lemme know your thoughts!!
girl dad! hansol who zones out during the birth of your babygirl. like, man's just stood there likeđ§ââïžwhile you're screaming out in the pain and frustration. he seems motionless, but trust that he's just processing the whole situation. like, what do you mean he's having a new member in his family? a little proof of your love for each other? he needs some time to compose.
girl dad! hansol who does not get overwhelmed for some reason. it's funny cause you just bawled your eyes out to him like, two hours after giving birth, and he's sitting beside you, one hand holding your hand and stroking it, and the other carefully cradling your daughter, who sleeps oblivious to all this chaos.
girl dad! hansol who becomes hesitant with your daughter. he knows he isnt the best to take care of her, and constanly worries if he'll end up doing something wrong. asks you every minute about what he should do, or why she's crying, or how to burp her. he's like a little boy trying to take care of his little sister.
girl dad! hansol who LOVES it when his baby plays with him. he'd be just sitting there, and she crawls over, pulling the ends with his pants to get his attention. he lifts her up on his shoulders, while watching the program on the tv. the next moment he feels her pulling his hair and his ears and he starts blushing and giggling. you sit beside from them, watching his giggles elicit hearty laughs from your daughter.
girl dad! hansol who secretly worries if your daughter will like the room he's taken so much effort to decorate. he's tailing along as you take her to her new room; he eagerly watches her as her tiny eyes look around the room; he ends up beaming with pride and joy when she squeals and runs to him for all the beautiful decorations. he feels so happy his heart threatens to explode and his cheeks hurt from smiling too hard.
girl dad! hansol who is eager to spend some alone time with you. dont get him wrong, he would love to spend every waking moment with his little girl, but it's been too long without any intimate touch and it has slowly driven him crazy. so the moment his sister, Sophia, is out the door with your daughter, his mouth is on yours and his hands on every inch of your skin, like he's trying to remember what your body felt like before all this beautiful chaos.
you're giggling, watching his rush and eagerness, but he takes no time to silence you and replace them with moans and whimpers as he slowly relishes you. his tongue moves with a new grace and vigor, and all thoughts to remain silent leaves your mind as you call out his name repeatedly throughout the night.
girl dad! hansol who is beyond ecstatic over the fact that his daughter and he share the same love for food. who steals food from your plate and ends up indirectly teaching his daughter the same. so now, when you have burgers and fries on special nights, you remain extra cautious because one moment of distraction could lead to the crunchy fries and half a burger going missing.
girl dad! hansol who looks forward to fridays for movie nights with his favourite girls. you both have always had this ritual, but now with a new member along, he takes this as an opportunity to pass on his love for movies to his little princess. by 8pm, you prepare caramel popcorn and vanilla ice cream as she rushes to sit on her daddy's lap and pick the movie to watch.
girl dad! hansol who begins to slowly learn along with his baby. hearing you talk to your daughter about the importance of expressing emotions helps him understand that hiding them only pains those who love him. catching himself laughing loudly over some antics of his girl's make him realise that laughing out loud only brings more happiness to your life. watching his babygirl go from hearing her mother read stories to her to reading those stories on her own made him worry of the fact that time passes by too quick. he starts to cherish every laugh they share, every hug they have, every silly little competitions they keep.
and although his worry still remains, he likes to push it away with the thought that there's no other people he'd rather watch the sunsets and sunrises (that bring the calm after the chaos of crying over sleep and getting ready) with.
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Itâs a little early for Halloween concepts, but I cannot get Ghostface! BF! Yeonjun (or literally any member either this concept) out of my head!
Imagine Ghostface! Yeonjun who is so obsessed with his girlfriend, but he gets so jealous seeing her around people other than him and his friends (who might also be Ghostfaces who he works with) đđđ
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DREAM RECALL Your boyfriend wasn't the only one dressed up as Ghostface on Halloween ⯠Lucky for you, he knows how to play the role.
wc -> 3.4k
pairings ghostface!yeonjun x fem!reader warnings drinking, easily jealous yeonjun, attempted sexual assault, violence but not very harsh descriptions, yeonjun assaults someone, rough sex that turns into soft sex, unprotected + creampie, fingering, marking, ft. beomgyu as yeonjun's friend.
#serene adds â this took a ridiculously long amount of time and I'm not even that proud of it but oh well, can't win every one of them ! and no it's never too early for halloween babes :3 I changed the plot up a little but I hope it's still readable, kisses from serene ê°>ïč< ê±
The house is quiet, save for the monotone sound coming from the lousy rom-com movie playing on the Tv in the living room. Your fingers drum against the marbled countertop and you glance in the direction of the microwave, counting down the seconds on the timer as you heave a sigh. â So much for a thrilling halloween, you thought as you groaned into the palm of your hand.Â
Your phone vibrates in the back pocket of your jeans and with little enthusiasm you fish it up. The lines on your forehead only deepened as an unknown number flashed on the screen. âWhat the fuckâ, you scoff, ready to shut your phone off, when you suddenly hesitate. Something feels off, call it your subconscious speaking, but you find your thumb instinctively swiping to accept the call.Â
Bringing the device to your ear, you remain silent as you wait for the person on the other line to speak. When they donât, you call out for them. âHello?â Thereâs a pause, followed by a small crackling sound, either their connection was absolute shit, or they were outside, walking on a dirt road. Biting the inside of your cheek, you glance toward said road, leading to your lonesome house, but there was no one there.Â
âHello?â You repeat, this time with a bit more suspicion. Thereâs another small noise on the other line and soon a voice speaks up. âHelloâ, itâs raspy, your name rolling off their lips in a low drawl. You scoff, shaking your head as you walk over to the microwave, plucking your bag of popcorn from the small machine, hissing as you almost burn yourself in the process.Â
âWhoâs this?â You ask as you bend down to grab a bowl. The person on the other line chuckles and the frown on your face only creases further. âDoesnât matter who I am, only what I am about to do to you..â The voice drawls and you freeze as you set the bowl down on the countertop. â âCome on now, thatâs not how the movie goes.â You snort as you reach for the discarded popcorn bag.Â
You catch the voice muttering something under its breath and youâre unable to resist the giggle that escapes your throat. âReally, Yeonjun? Calling on an unknown number?â Thereâs a brief pause before the guy in question replies, âfuck off, howâd you know it was me, babe?â You roll your eyes as you dump the finished popcorn in the bowl, shoving a handful in your mouth as you chew. âYouâre a terrible actorâ, you muse and your boyfriend groans on the other end of the line. âAlright, whateverâ, he grunts and you smirk as you swallow yet another handful.Â
âWhat do you even want? I thought you would be busy hanging out with Soobin this weekend?â You question as you grab the bowl of freshly made popcorn, walking over to take a seat on the couch. âNo, he caught the fluâ, your boyfriend shrugs the matter off as if it were nothing before continuing, âso weâre going out!â â You almost choke on your popcorn, âwe?â You repeat, sounding almost baffled.Â
âYeah, we, who else?â Yeonjun scoffs to which you groan. âDo I have to?â Sure you had complained about the dull halloween evening, but the thought of going out didnât exactly entice you either. â âOh come onâ, he practically whines, âI canât show up without my date can I?â When heâs met by a most deafening silence he tries again, âitâs a halloween party! Everyone will be wearing costumes.â Well that certainly didnât help your case.Â
âYeonjun, I donât even have anything to wearâ, you complain as you flop down against the cushion. âSure you do! Iâve seen your closetâ, your boyfriend chimes and if you could, you wouldâve slapped him through the screen. â âBesides, you can always wear that little piece of red lingerie that I love so much.â He hums and you hear him click his tongue against the roof of his mouth suggestively.Â
âNice try.â You huff, grabbing the remote control as you flip through the available movies. âWait, what? Youâre seriously not going?â He whines and you emit a tired sigh, âIâd rather stay home and watch movies.â â âUh-uh, we can do that tomorrow, please, Iâm almost outside.â It was near impossible to change Yeonjunâs mind once it was set on something.Â
âFucking hellâ, you grumble as you click to turn off the Tv, rising into a sitting position as you place the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. âFine, give me thirty minutes.âÂ
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The black dress you chose was all but covering, and when paired with the small cat ears on your head.. It was safe to say that Yeonjunâs hands had been all over you on the way to your destination. Your eyes narrow as your boyfriend steers you toward a small rundown building, âhere?â you question to which he nods. âYouâll seeâ, he drawls, lips pressing a wet kiss to your shoulder as his hands slide down to rest either side of your waist.Â
He wasnât lying when he said that it was going to be a party, and the placeâs neglected interior only added to the eerie vibe of it all. The viridescent lights basked the open room in blue-green hues, much different from the usually purple strobes seen at nightclubs. The music was, too, fitting as it played dark and melancholic songs whose lyrics made little sense. â âStay close to me, yeah?â Yeonjun murmurs, his breath is warm against the shell of your ear as he guides you through the crowded dance floor, packed with people dressed as all kinds of horror movie villains.Â
The bar was located by the very end of the room, unsurprisingly filled to the brim with thirsty customers. You wanted to ask where he was headed but your boyfriend seems to have his mind set as his gaze fixates on something ahead. â By the very corner of the bar, sits a lonesome guy, you thought you might recognize him but it isnât until youâre face to face with him that the familiar brown eyes were paired with a name.Â
âFinally, I was beginning to think I was being stood upâ, Beomgyu huffs as he sips on his near finished drink. Yeonjun tskâs behind you as he greets his friend, âIâm beginning to think I shouldâve.â â âPiss offâ, the younger retorts. Beomgyu was a part of your boyfriendâs rather large circle of friends, he was however the one you had grown the closest to, you think it might have something to do with his excessively forward personality; something Yeonjun strongly disliked.Â
âI see you brought my favorite girl along!â Beomgyu suddenly exclaims, his brown eyes shifting over to you as he sends you a not so subtle wink. You had to bite back a small giggle as your boyfriendâs hands on your waist squeezed you firmer. â With a small tug Yeonjun pulls you onto his lap, his fingers skimming over your bare thighs. âYeah yeah, donât cream your pantsâ, he mutters, clearly not a fan of his friendâs blunt advances.Â
If his comment offended him, Beomgyu didn't let on to it as he ordered your small party a round of drinks. âWhat are you even supposed to be?â You wonder as your gaze flickers over the red tie around his neck, paired with a black suit. He seemed to have splashed a bit of fake blood on the collar of his white shirt, matching that on both his cheek and chin. â âOh come on, you canât tell?â He huffs to which you shake your head.Â
âAmerican Psychoâ, he states it as if it were obvious and you can hear Yeonjun snort behind you. âReally?â He frowns, causing Beomgyu to shoot him a small glare, âwhat are you portraying then?â â Your boyfriend grins as he holds up the iconic ghostface mask and his friend makes a small grimace, âas expected, you never stray from the classics.âÂ
Their banter went on for another couple of minutes, only interrupted by your drinks arriving, and after taking his first sip, Beomgyuâs attention was back on you. âBut who are you dressed as? Except the most beautiful girl in the room of course.â His slick compliment makes you chuckle as you shake your head. âSheâs dressed up as my girlfriendâ, Yeonjun spits behind you as one of his large hands splay across your stomach, pulling you flush to his chest. Beomgyu rolls his eyes as he sends you a look of sympathy, âalways so cynical.âÂ
Your boyfriend mutters something under his breath before his lips reattach themselves to your neck. âLetâs go danceâ, he murmurs, eager to get away from his tipsy friend. With the small roll of your eyes you nod, letting him lead you to the crowded dance floor as you bid farewell of Beomgyu.Â
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It took a fair toll on your pride to admit that your earlier words had been a lie, you were actually having a good time. Being cooped up at home for so long made you realize just how much you missed being out, especially being out with Yeonjun. â His slender fingers are on your hips as he keeps you close, not letting as much as a speck of dust come in between the two of you. One of your hands climbs up to run through his bleached hair, pulling him down for a kiss as you taste the liquor on his tongue.Â
Under the blue and green lights he appeared almost ghostlike, his lips pulling into a wide smirk as he trails his hot mouth against the juncture of your neck. He had taken the mask off a while ago, complaining about it being too hot and not getting enough air in it. You didnât mind, in fact you think you liked it better when you saw his beautiful face. â Though itâs with much reluctance that he leaves you half an hour later, excusing himself to the bathroom. You give a small nod as you watch his tall frame disappear amongst the crowd, the blond mess on his head easily standing out amongst the many.Â
Honestly, you thought your boyfriend was a bit dramatic at times. But you supposed that his near extreme protectiveness over you was sort of charming too. Besides, a few minutes alone couldnât hurt right? You didnât think so at least, and as the minutes ticked by you occupied yourself with dancing along to the eerie beat alone. â Youâre so immersed in the music that the sudden hands on your waist takes you by surprise and you jump. Though your worries are quickly soothed once you turn to see your boyfriend behind you, his hands skimming along the sides of your body before settling back on your hips, albeit a little firmer than before.Â
âMask back on?â You question with a small grin as you eye the white plastic covering his face. He nods, pulling you flush against his chest. Taken aback by his unusual demeanor you merely shrug before brushing it off again, he mightâve been a little tipsy. You continue to dance, bodies pressed together, but itâs barely been five minutes when he impatiently tugs at your wrist, urging you through the sweaty crowd.Â
âHey! Yeonjunâ slow down!â You yell for him, but he doesnât reply, intently trudging forward and your eyes land on the green exit sign ahead. Your lips twitch as you realize what he was trying to pull and you let yourself be dragged out of the worn down building. â The crisp night air casts goosebumps over your naked arms and legs as you step out into a dark alleyway. âHere? Really? How romanticâ, you giggle as your boyfriend pins you against the brick wall.Â
His hands shift from your waist and to your thighs as he slowly inches your already short dress further up. âOh come now, letâs just wait until we comeâŠ..home..â The words die in your throat as your gaze flickers to the hands on your body, the rough and calloused handsâŠThe hands that most definitely did not belong to your boyfriend.Â
You freeze, because what else were you supposed to do? The realization that this was not Yeonjun but a mere stranger hit you like a truck. With your heart in your throat, you glance back to the masked man in front of you. Before you can think, you act, grabbing a hold of the plastic as you try and tug it from his face, but heâs quicker and much stronger. The same large hands pin your wrists above your head and you let out a terrified shriek as the dangers of your situation dawn on you.Â
âWho the fuck are you?âÂ
Your words come out as a yell and you struggle against his grasp. The man only chuckles, and you wondered what kind of sick freak lay buried under that mask. âLet go of me you fucking cree-â A large hand covers your mouth, preventing any sounds you might make and your eyes widen as you feebly shake your head.Â
You wanted to tell him to piss off, you wanted to knee him in the groin, you even considered trying to bite a finger or two. Then you would run, would you run back inside or continue down the road, you didn't know, that didnât exactly matter. All you knew was that you had to get out of here, and fast at that. But before you can set any of your plans into motion, the clicking sound of the door you had walked through just moments prior, fills the narrow alley.Â
âBabe, what the fuck is this?âÂ
Yeonjun looks almost baffled as his gaze flickers from the strange man before you, down to his tight grip on your thighs before traveling up to your horrified expression and the hand on your mouth. â At first you thought he looked almost mad, angered, as if he had caught you doing something wrong, you wanted to tell him that it was most certainly not what it looked like. But your boyfriendâs eyes quickly narrow as they settle on the masked man.Â
âFuck man, are you wearing the same costume as me?â He huffs as he reaches you in three long strides. His fist connects with the strangerâs face and the sound of plastic crackling is almost deafening. â Fresh air fills your tense lungs as soon as the manâs hand leaves your lips and you slump against the brick wall. He tumbles backward before the harsh kick delivered by Yeonjun sends him to the ground.Â
The masked stranger doesnât say anything, only grunting in pain as he writhers on the pavement. Your trembling fingers link around your boyfriendâs arm as you plead for him to leave with you. âPlease, please letâs just go..â You whisper, tugging him toward the door heâd emerged from. But Yeonjun only shakes his head as he shrugs you off, crouching down to come eyelevel with the man.Â
âThatâs my girlfriend you were feelinâ up just now.â He states as a matter-of-factly, his brows drawing even further together as he leans forward. âWhy the fuck would you do that?â The stranger doesnât reply, only emitting ragged breaths as he tries to meekly create space between him and Yeonjun. âCome on, let's go back..!â You seethe as your eyes desperately dart between the men in front of you and the door leading back to safety.Â
âBut he hasnât even apologized yet, donât you want him to apologize to you babe?â Your boyfriend murmurs as he tilts his head to the side. You wanted to argue that such a thing was most unnecessary but before you can do so, Yeonjun rises to his feet. âAlrightâ, he mutters, watching as the manâs shoulders visibly slouches in relief at your his retreat.Â
And just as you think this whole mess was finally about to draw to an end, Yeonjun sends a final kick to the manâs chest causing him to fall back with a groan. Long and slender fingers hook around the plastic of his mask as he tears it off, revealing a guy a fair couple of years older than the two of you, his face already beaten bloody thanks to your boyfriendâs previous ministrations.Â
âThatâs still my costumeâ, Yeonjun grunts as he crushes the bloodied mask beneath the sole of his shoe.Â
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âF-Fucking piece of shit asshole.â Your boyfriend huffs as he snaps his hips against yours, causing the bed to squeak with each harsh thrust of his. You had lost count of how many rounds youâd gone as Yeonjun continued to abuse your spent cunt, thick cock stretching you as he continuously fucks his cum back into you, not leaving a single moment for you to catch a break.Â
âAnd whatâd he do next?â He asks, brows furrowing as his jaw twitches. âG-Grabbed myâŠmy legâ, you breathe, on the verge of going cross eyed from the pressure of his thumb on your throbbing clit as he circles it. You had already repeated the story to him so many times, yet each time you described how it had happened he only seemed to grow more infuriated, his pace increasing with each bitter sentence that spewed from his mouth. â âHere?â Yeonjun wonders as his hand moves to squeeze the flesh of your thigh and you meekly nod. âFucking lowlife,â he spits, the grip on your thigh gentle as he massages you softly.Â
âSâokay, Iâve got you, Iâll make sure something like this never happens again.â He murmurs, but if anything it seemed more as if he was trying to convince himself. âH-ah, I-I knowâ, you gasp as he twitches inside of you, the head of his cock brushing against you in ways that made your eyes screw shut. â âMâcloseâ, you whine, nails raking across his back, in turn making him shudder as he connects your lips in a contrastingly tender kiss. âThatâs okay, thatâs okay, cum on my cock yeah? As many -fuck- as many times as you want okay?âÂ
Your boyfriend often became a chanting mess whenever he was close, always saying the first thing that came to mind as it became relatively blank; his words still made you clench around him almost uncontrollably as you cried out. â âFuck, so so so pretty, mhhn, prettiest girl everâ, he moans as he fucks you through your high, hips jerking forward before he, too, spills inside of you for the nth time that night.Â
Just as you think he might make you go again, he pulls out, causing you to wince as your beyond spent cunt throbs, your mixed fluids dripping from your glistening folds. It was almost as if the air had shifted because instead of flopping down next to you with a tired sigh like he usually did, you feel his cheek on your thigh, soon followed by his lips as he places light kisses along your skin.Â
A quiet wail slips from your tongue as his slender fingers leisurely drag across your sensitive cunt, reveling in the way it fluttered beneath his touch. The small pecks to your leg grow from sloppy and light to deliberate and rough as he sucks your flesh between his teeth, leaving your red and purple. âIâll make him disappearâ, he murmurs, his words muffled against your thigh as his index and middle finger gently spread your folds.Â
âOnly me, sâonly gonna be meâ, he mutters, shifting between one leg to the other as his teeth scrape across the places where that man had grabbed you. Your hands in his bleached hair makes him groan as your nails tear the last pieces of jel from the blonde strands. â âS-Sorry I didnât c-come sooner, didnât protect you sooner..â He slurs, tongue dragging over the reddish hues blooming on your skin as his index finger works its way inside your cunt, eliciting a sweet moan from you.Â
Itâs not until he makes you finish on his hand that he finally gives it a rest. His head is on your stomach as he draws light patterns on your thighs, relishing in the fact that they would occasionally twitch if he blew on your soft and puffy folds. â âMâgonna take good care of you, donât worryâ, he sighs.
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Hanging By A Moment
Bayverse Transformers x Reader Blurbs
Word Count: 940 Warnings: None
Author's Note: I love TF so much. I miss it all lol -Thorne
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Ironhide:
âThis isâŠdifferent,â she notes as she arrives into the darkened field; the veil of the moon blankets the land in an ivory haze, yet Ironhideâs sleek body is visible from even the edge. Itâs remote enough that they donât have to worry about being seen; she nears him with a curious look on her face. âIronhide?â
His tailgate lowers and with a surprised expression that quickly gives way to a pleasant smile, she climbs onto the back, kicks her shoes off, and lays down on the makeshift bedding, resting her head on the pillow.
âDid you do this all for me?â she asks. âArenât you so sweet underneath all that firepower.â
âHave to treat my best girl, donât I?â Ironhide teases back. âYouâve been working awfully hard lately. Even I know to take a break once in a while.â
She hums and curls into the blankets, almost feeling like theyâre keeping warm and toasty. âNo rest for the wicked, Ironhide. The Decepticons wonât wait while I rest.â
He grumbles, deep and low, and she canât help but laugh. âThen youâll rest, and Iâll kick ass.â
âOkay, bud,â she jokes, resting her head back on the pillow. âTake care of me while I rest.â
***
Rachet:
âWhen I said I wanted to spend some time alone with you, RachetâŠthis isnât necessarily what I meant.â
His frame rumbles as he slows to a stop on the side of the canyon. âI can turn around, if youâd like?â
âYou better not,â she warns and points a finger at the steering wheel. âYou promised to take me out to the stars.â
She can hear the smile in his hum as he starts driving again. âWhen you mentioned youâve always wanted to see the stars up close, I figured this would be the best I could give you.â He shifts back the roof, and her eyes widen at the expanse of bright stars above her.
âOh my God,â she breathes, unable to help but stand up in the front seat, rising out of the rooftop. âRachet, itâsâŠitâs incredible.â
He slows to a stop at the edge and stills. âItâs almost as incredible as you are. But somehow, their brightness canât even come close to how beautiful you shine.â
Slipping back into the seat, she reaches forward and gently presses her lips to his steering wheel. âThank you, Rachet. For doing this for meâŠfor us.â
***
Bumblebee:
Itâs almost one AM by the time they make it back into the city. Eerily enough, the roads are almost empty, and Bumblebee has a straight shot back to the facility, but he passes the particular highway that leads to it.
She notices from her sleepy haze in the passenger seat. âBee? You missed the turn.â
He makes a noise that she recognizes as his answer of âYes.â
âWhere are we going?â sheâs not worried in the slightest, knows that Bumblebee wouldnât ever take her somewhere she could get hurt; sheâs still curious though.
âDonât worry about it,â a voiceover from a TV show filters through and she snorts tiredly.
âAlright, Bee, keep your secrets.â She shifts in his seat and reclines back, unable to help but trace the threading in the console. âYou takinâ me home, Bee?â
âTake me home tonight!â he sings, and she smiles, gently shutting her eyes as the streetlights still shine across her face as they pass between shadows.
âIâm happy, Bee,â she murmurs. âYou know that? Iâm always happy with you.â
Heâs silent for a long while and she wonders if maybe he didnât hear her, but it doesnât bother her as she curls up in the passenger seat and begins to drift off, only to hear quietly through the speakers, âIâm living for the only thing I know. Iâm running and not quite sure where to go. And I donât know what Iâm diving into, just hanging by a moment here with you.â
***
Optimus:
âSorry about the rain, Optimus,â she murmurs as they take shelter in the rundown warehouse. âI canât imagine itâs going to let upâŠweâll be here for a while.â
She watches as steam begins to flow from his body, fans in his processors blowing until the water is simply droplets here and there.
âThatâs handy,â she jokes, and he meets her gaze with a smile.
âWhile rust isnât a big a worry to myself as it is Ironhide, Iâd rather not take any chances.â
She nods and takes off her jacket, wringing it out. âItâll be dark soon. We should set up a perimeter.â The echoing of his transformation sounds in the warehouse, and she looks up. âOptimus?â His door opens and closes a few times until she gets the hint to climb in.
As she enters, the cab opens, and she slips further inside. Itâs smaller than she imagined, given that outside heâs much larger but she assumes heâs somehow made some room for her. Itâs a small bedding, smaller than a door, but enough that she can curl up on it, propping her arm under her head. Sheâs about to say itâs cold when the fans blow again and fill the cab with a warmth that feels like she wrapped herself in a blanket straight out of the drier.
And he knows it too as he asks, âComfortable?â
âMhm,â she murmurs and scoots back until her back is against the wall of his cab; it feels good to have him at her back, safe and secure. âI think I could lie here forever.â
âWhen there is peace, my spark,â he says. âWe will lie forever.â
âPromise?â
âI promise,â and she knows his words ring with truth.
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,, 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT MY EX ââ
JUST when you thought your life couldnât get any worse after your biggest break up of the year, someone posted your (very) much hateful list about your ex.
PAIRING. Ex!jake X Ex-fem!Reader
GENRE. fluff(look at me putting this first in genre) , angst , exes to lovers.
WARNINGS. y/n is kind of a bitch towards jake ig, jake is a big big player, lots of miscommunications, also very much not proofread!! i shall add more if i missed something!
WORD-COUNT. 7.8k+
NOTE. there we go again with this story cover, im outta here, graphics and me are not friends UGH i gotta start paying for someone to actually do this for me smh. anyways!! everything here is FICTIONAL!! i do NOT see jake nor any of the characters like that in any way!! if you donât like itâyoure very welcomed to skip!!
you thought you had your brightest future in your hands.
being an ace student, scoring A+ in all of your tests and winning the teacherâs favoritism, all of that while also being the most popular cheerleader of your school.
youâre literally living everyoneâs dream, not only being a popular student, but also dating the most popular student who also happened to be your highschoolâs basketball team leader, jake sim.
girls swoon for him, beg him to notice them, even go as far as to send him gifts that costs probably more than their own house, but no, his eyes search for one person and one person only, and thatâd be you.
âiâm sorry, i canât continue all of thisâ
âthis? what do you meanââ
âi mean us, this relationship, i donât think itâs going to work anymoreâ
âohâ
âthatâs all you got to say?â
âdo you expect me to cry and get on my knees, begging you to regret this?â
âwhat?â
âspeechless now, are we? iâve been waiting for this dayâ
denial was your best friend, and you mightâve realized it a bit too late.
you were hurt, fuck you wanted to break down and cry. but he doesnât deserve to see that.
you ignored so many red flags in your relationship, you were lovesick and pathetic, all for him, it broke you apart. but you do not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry.
ây/nâŠâ
âi donât want to hear it jake, iâm actually glad you took this stepâ
youâre not glad at all, you do love him.
âi wish you the bestâ he said quietly and left.
this whole relationship felt like a mistake for the both of you, it was toxic, too toxic.
like those you see on TV shows where the popular girl and guy just date for fame and nothing more, yeah, just like that.
but you loved each other, you really did. communication was your biggest enemy, and thatâs what lead to this whole toxic relationship mess.
âwhat a fucking asshole! it hasnât even been a month and heâs already all over the girls! patheticâ
âyeji!â
your best friend rolled her eyes, âam i wrong? he was always a playerâ
you shook your head.
she wasnât totally wrong, even before you started dating he used to hold a different girl in his hands every other day.
big player indeed.
you on the other hand, no matter how popular you were, you stayed reserved. many boys tried their luck, but it was no use.
though being reserved, you didnât mind the looks the other boys gave you, and took every chance you had to show yourself off.
therefore it was so surprising to everyone that you and jake started dating.
the biggest player and the reserved popular girl, dating? this had to be a joke.
the truth is that jake had been keeping his eyes on you for long, and he knew that he has to hold you in his arms and show you that a player like him can actually love.
at first it took him time to break down your walls, but he did his best to assure you that heâll never let anything bad happen to you.
that wasâŠ.well, until he decided to break things off.
âyeah, he was, once a player, always a playerâ you agreed with her, glancing at jake and rolling your eyes when noticing that the girl he was flirting with is having too much fun.
âletâs just go, iâm tired of watching those clownsâ you sighed and walked away.
ây/n! iâm sorry you had to witnessâŠ.wellââ
âitâs okay sunghoon, reallyâ
before you and yeji could walk too far, sunghoon stopped you.
sunghoon is jakeâs best friend, you and him werenât the best at making conversation while you and jake were still together, but when you broke up, something changed between the two of you.
âdonât mind him, he can be a total asshole sometimesâ
âsometimes?â yeji chuckled and sunghoon nervously scratched his nape.
âthank you sunghoon, iâm fine thoughâ you gave him a weak smile and walked away.
âwell if thereâs one thing thatâs good about jake is that his best friend is smoking hot and totally into you!!â yeji clapped her hands.
you rolled your eyes in disbelief, âyeji i donât think you get it, heâs just being nice because he feels bad about his best friend acting like a dickheadâ
âoh y/n, i can read face expressions, heâd definitely ask you out if only things werenât so difficultâ
âdonât push it!â
âthatâs the ONLY good thing about jake though, i feel bad for that walking red flag, heâs so bad at keeping his relationshipsâ
âi should make a list of things that i hate about him and send it to every girl in school so theyâd know they need to run away from him!â you joked.
âiâd definitely help you, iâm sure as hell that itâll make his ugly face vanishâ she was joking as well.
you both were joking, you knew it very well.
so how the hell did you find yourself sitting in your room desk, writing a list about the things you hate about your ex?
âone, heâs smoking hot, his visuals can mess up your mindâ youâre writing everything down as youâre saying them out loud.
complimenting him on your first point? way to go girl!
âtwo, heâs a big fat player, once your date is over heâs already probably running to find his nextâ you rolled your eyes to this one.
not even a month passed and heâs already flirting with others? what a loser!
âthree, so full of himself! it actually hurts to see a person who loves himself so much he could probably die!â
that one time he wouldnât stop talking about how many girls asked him out in one night? yickes!
âfour, so toxic and possessive! donât want you around any guy while he walks around and talks with any girl he seesâ
when he got jealous that you spoke with your childhood friend about the most random thing ever? disgusting!
âfive, puts milk before cereal, i donât even need to explain!â
a walking red flag or what?
after finishing the rest five points you had to make, you decided to call it a night and drifted away to dreamland.
âpsstâ
âhm?â
âi know we were joking about the hateful list yesterday, but i actually made itâ
âwhat?!â
you put your hand over yejiâs mouth and giggled.
âit just felt so good! i feel so relieved now! i donât even want to post it, but it just felt so right to just let everything outâ
âso proud of you, girl! finally let it go and move on!!â she pat your shoulder and then proceeded to hug you.
âwhere did you hide that list?â she raised her brow.
âi just brought it with me today, i put it in my locker and iâll probably burn it by the end of the day, i just wanted to show it to you first before i do itâ
ânow thatâs my girl!â
yeji is the bestest friend you couldâve ever asked for. she was always there for you.
ever since you were little you were stuck like a glue, you had each otherâs backs and you were more than thankful to have her in your life.
âhey y/n! i was just wondering, do you perhaps have notes for the last maths class? i missed it because of practice and iâd really like some helpâ sunghoon showed up with a grin.
âsure, theyâre in my locker, iâll bring it to youâ you nodded and he shook his head.
âiâll come with youâ
âoh? okayâ
he followed you to your locker and waited for you to give him the notes.
âwhatâs in this paper?â he asked as he looked at the very cute designed paper.
âoh? thatâs nothing reallyâ you shrugged it off and quickly closed your locker, âbring them back to me when you finishâ
âi will, thank you!â he said and walked away.
you opened your locker again to take out the paper, you sighed heavily and shoved it into your bag.
âsix, he canât keep his promises! if heâll ever tell you heâll play some video games with you, donât believe it!!â yeji read it out loud and laughed.
you laughed with her, suddenly finding this list so funny.
âseven, his puppy eyes are definitely misleading! heâs a one manipulative bitch and he wonât be afraid to use his cute puppy eyes!â she rolled her eyes, âis that a good or a bad thing?â
âbad thing obviously! itâs literally written there that heâs manipulative!â
âgirls love puppy eyes! you should know that!â she preached and you rolled your eyes.
you spent the rest of your lunch break giggling and laughing about this stupid list.
âiâm returning this to my locker, iâll burn it after practice todayâ you told her and she nodded.
âi need proof of that, video call me when you do it!â she said and sent you off to practice.
arriving at the field, you found your friends and practice started.
âhey, y/n!â as you were packing everything in your bag and exiting the dressing room, sunghoon, who was already there waiting for you called you.
âhey, youâ you grinned.
âwill you let me do the honor and walk you home today?â he asked ever so nicely.
âsure!â you smiled and began to walk with him, completely forgetting about the paper you had to burn.
âi canât believe you forgot the paper in your locker! what if someone steals it?â yeji complained over the phone right after you texted her that you forgot about it.
âyeji! no one knows itâs there except you! itâs not âto all the boys iâve loved beforeâ story! you can calm downâ you sighed.
you were right though, who knows this locker holds up something that can completely ruin not only yours but also your exâs image?
âi guess iâm gonna let this slide today, but iâm going to burn this paper with you tomorrow!â
âhmâ
âhow was your walk with sunghoon~?â she teased.
âit was cool, heâs such a cute guy, surprised that heâs still single honestlyâ
âi think we both know whyâ
âiâm gonna go sleep!â you changed the subject and before she could ask any more questions you hang up.
the next day you found yourself yet again a victim to yejiâs new gossips while trying to take out a few things from your locker.
âso as i was sayingâare you even listening to me?â she looked at you while you looked at the mirror that was hanged in your locker and applied your lipstick on.
âhm? oh yeahâ
âyouâre a lost caseâ
âweâre gonna burn this paper today! and then i will finally be able to feel free from this relationshipâ you smiled, explaining to her that it was the only thing on your mind.
âyouâre damn right! this hate list about jake is going to be burnt today!!â
âthis hate list about who?â
you jumped hearing someone elseâs voice behind you.
âoh! yena, didnât see you hereâ you chuckled nervously.
âjust here to tell you that coach said thereâll be another practice today, i came here privately because, you know, youâre too busy in other things to careâ oh sheâs a one of a kind bitch.
you gave her a sarcastic smile, âi already know that, but thank youâ
she returned the fake smile and walked away.
âthat was so close!â
âyou should be more careful, this girl is just looking for something thatâll bring you downâ yeji whispered and you nodded, âi guess youâre right, at least she didnât really hear all of thisâ
school ended and so did your practice, yeji leaned on the wall next to your locker as you searched for the paper.
âi couldâve sworn i put it right there!!â
ây/n think!! maybe you put it in your bag?â
you handed her your bag for her to search it.
âoh! i found it! it was between those notebooksâ you giggled, âbut i couldâve sworn i put it under all of my booksâ
âat least you found itâ she sighed and put her hand over your shoulder.
âletâs burn this bitch!â
looking at the little fire you made with yeji made you feel excited and mostly happy.
you let all your thoughts together with this paper to burn.
your relationship was toxic, but this time was the most beautiful time in your life.
you and jake really did love each other.
one time you were sitting together in the library, trying to study the new material your teacher gave you.
âwhat are you up to?â he asked.
âstudying, thatâs why weâre in the libraryâ you smiled.
âthatâs so boring!â he pout. you giggled and pecked his lips, âyou can be on your phone or something until i finishâ
ânoâ he shook his head, âi want to do something with youâ
âjakeââ
âletâs go! iâm taking you on a date!â he grabbed your hands and dragged you out.
you spent the rest of your day together, sharing a few snacks and joking around.
it was the perfect kdrama couple everyone dreams of.
you ended up sleeping at jakeâs house that day, and he made sure you knew how much he loves you.
âi can see our future together,â he smiled and held your hands, âme, a famous basketball player and you, my pretty partnerâ
you were sitting right across him on his bed and raised a brow, âoh? so i get to do nothing?â
âiâll make sure to work hard so you could rest and never work for your entire lifeâ he hugged you and pecked your cheek.
âremember that promise, iâll use that against you in the futureâ you joked.
âthat meansâŠ..you too see a future for us?â
âof courseâ
he put his hand on your cheek and moved you closer to him, he kissed you so deeply you could feel his love to you was sincere.
that small flashback of this romantic moment made you smile, you really do miss him.
but a dark memory came right away, not leaving any place for the sweet memories to stay,
âoh so i didnât pay attention for you for once and now youâre giving fuck eyes to my best friend?â he yelled.
âyouâre such an idiot sometimes! sunghoon was actually kind enough to apologize on your behalf! you were basically embarrassing me in front of everyone!â
âso now sunghoonâs the hero? go to him then!â
âwhy are you so stupââ
âi donât want to hear your complains, y/n!â
âoh really?ââ
âyes! go away!â
thinking about those moments reminded you why youâre still here looking at the hateful list you made about him.
he was toxic, possessive, and full on narcissistic, it was so hard to love him sometimes.
yeji came up to hug you when she noticed a few tears streamed down your face.
âlet it go now, you already proved yourself you donât need himâ she smiled and you nodded.
âletâs go homeâ
the next day felt a lot better than the others, the sun was shining brightly, birds were singing, a big smile was smeared all over your face and most importantly, you felt free.
âmorning, y/n!â
âmorning yeji! lunch is on me todayâ
âi look up to you so much, my queenâ she faked a bow and you giggled.
the day is going to be amazing, and so are the other days! youâre so sure of it.
you decided to keep up with jakeâs game and even started flirting with other guys, not even minding if your ex was watching or not.
usually you would, but not now, or never again.
âwhatâs your fucking problem?â
while talking to some guy you donât even remember the name of, jake grabbed your wrist and stopped the conversation.
âwhat do you meanââ
âi mean flirting with him, heâs supposed to practiceââ
âyou donât return from break for the next ten minutes, i can talk with him in the meantimeâ you rolled your eyes.
âcoach saidââ
âdonât make up things now and donât act like you care, weâre already overâ
ây/nââ
âdonât play this game with me now jake, you can return to your fangirls and leave us aloneâ you scoffed and released his hold on your wrist.
he rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked away.
âdid you see the way he looked at you? i bet you my whole money that he still loves youâ yeji sounded as annoyed as he was.
âbe ready to go bankrupt because thereâs no chanceâ
âthis asshole thinks youâre still in a relationship, heâs sooooo pathetic!â
âyeji, letâs stop talking about himâ you groaned and she nodded.
you were in a really good mood today but he totally just ruined it.
the next few days went by so fast, you felt happier by each day that comes by, and nothing could ruin your mood.
that was until todayâs morning.
as soon as you stepped your foot in the schoolâs hallway, people started gossiping.
ây/n! about point five, does he really put his milk before cereal? thatâs disgusting!â a random student just popped up and asked you that question straightforwardly.
âhuh?â
a few more students gathered around you and you couldnât even understand a bit of what they were saying.
âexcuse me! coming through!â yeji yelled and pushed everyone aside.
when she noticed you in the middle of the circle, she grabbed your hand and dragged you away.
âare you crazy? why would you post the list?!â she asked frustratedly.
âwhat list?â
âdonât play dumb!â
âno iâm really serious, what are you talking about?â
she glanced up at you and showed you her phone.
âno way!â you gasped.
someone posted your list!
âyes way! are you that stupid?â
âyeji that wasnât me! i would never do something so dumb!â you reasoned yourself.
right, why would you even post this if you knew it was going to ruin your reputation?
she sighed and walked back and forth.
âit wasnât me either!â she said almost instantly.
âyeji, youâre the only one who knows about this listâ you said suspectedly.
ây/n, do you really think iâd post this? after shit-talking about him and threatening to kill him multiple times?â she looked genuinely hurt.
you know her ever since you know yourself, she wouldnât do such a thing.
âyouâre rightâ you sighed.
âso,â she spoke, âwhoâs the asshole?â
âi wish i knewâ you scoffed, âiâd like to know who wants to ruin my imageâ
there were a few seconds of silence, âyena!â you and yeji shouted together with wide eyes.
âthis bitch!â yeji spat, âshe probably heard us talking about it!â
âoh iâm gonna give her some good beaââ
you were cut off by the bell and had to head straight to class.
you waited for everyone to get in and told yeji youâd come right after you get to your locker and take your notes.
the hallway was empty and you sighed in relief.
âYOU!!â you heard someone shouting across the hallway.
guess it wasnât so empty after all.
you looked at the person and found the last person you wanted to see.
âyou ruined my life!â the person just got closer and closer and you closed your eyes tightly.
âis it because of our break up? thatâs how you get back at me? you ruined everything!â
you sighed heavily.
âand whatâs with those points? eight, heâs such a nerd for physics it actually hurts, he wonât stop talking about it all the time, nine, thinks his dog is the cutest and will argue you if you donât think like him, and ten, heâll use your deepest secrets against you, he cannot be trusted???â he read out the list for you in disbelief, although you already know it.
âthose are all lies arenât they? why did you evenââ
âwell what am i supposed to do now? itâs already posted, and no! these are not lies! theyâre the truth, if you only cared about how i felt in our relationship youâd realize how much of a dick you wereâ you scoffed and closed your locker, prepared to go to class since you were already too late.
you glanced at jake one last time, he looked speechless, confused and hurt.
were you too much? maybe. but he deserves it.
âhey y/n! should i be careful if i want to date you? i donât want a hateful list posted about me if i ever break up with youâ a random student yelled from across the hall as you were busy talking with yeji.
you glared at him and decided not to reply.
âignore them, this whole thing will probably vanish in a few daysâ yeji caressed your back and you sighed.
âi hope youâre rightââ before you could continue, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from yeji.
you looked at the person in charge and when you noticed it was very angry looking jake, you started panicking.
âhey, let me go!â you tried to let go of his hold but it was no use.
âwhy didnât you delete it yet?â he asked angrily when you got into an isolated place.
âdelete what?â
âare you that stupid?â
âobviously if iâm still talking to youâ
âiâm talking about the postâ
âit wasnât me!â you argued.
âsure, and iâm actually queen elizabethâ he rolled his eyes, clearly not believing you.
âthink about it, why would i ruin my reputation?â
âi donât know, to get sunghoonâs attention? thatâs all you ever didâ he shrugged.
âyouâre a piece of shit, you know that? try to figure who it was on your ownâ you spat and walked away, leaving him deep in thoughts.
âoh! there you arâ are you okay?â sunghoon who casually bumped into you noticed your frowned eyebrows and tightly closed fists.
âgo to your friend, i think he needs you more than i doâ
he slowly nodded, still worried about you but you just kept walking away.
âhey dude! whatâs going on?â sunghoon noticed his friendâs weird behavior.
âsunghoon,â jake spoke, âwho do you think posted it?â
sunghoon shrugged, âit could be anyoneâ
âwho wants to destroy my image? do you think thereâs someone that does?â
sunghoon looked at his friend in disbelief, does he really think only about himself now?
âmaybe it was someone who wants to get back at y/n and not you? not everything revolves around you, you knowâ
ouch. truth hurts sometimes.
but it seemed to hit a nerve and jake suddenly got up.
âyena!â
âugh! just when i thought my life got better without him now i have a huge scandal because of himâ you whined.
âare you sure it was only because of him? i mean, you did leave it in your locker andâŠâ yeji was about to continue but stopped when she noticed your glare.
âon whoâs side are you?â
âevery coin has two sides and you know itâ she pressed her lips and you sighed.
maybe sheâs right, instead of always blaming your ex about your life problems, you should face the truth sometimes.
âwell if it isnât the famous y/n!â you heard a voice you wished youâd never hear again.
âyena! itâs so good to see you hereâ you faked a smile, âwhat brings you here?â
âi study hereâ she answered sarcastically and you tried to resist the urge to punch her in the face.
âanyway, your list got so famous that everyone at school talks about it! i think you should thank whoever posted itâ
âmaybe i should! it really got me some fame, even your boyfriend came up to me todayâ you teased and her face turned red.
âyouâre lying!â
âyour boyfriend would say otherwiseâ
she scoffed and ran away, âtell him i agree to go on a date with him!â you shout as she walked away.
âyou should go easy on herâ yeji, who was there to witness everything that happened shook her head.
âit was her who posted it, she deserved itâ you huffed and sped up your walk to the classroom.
your last class was finished after what felt like a year and as you got out you finally took a deep breath.
âiâll see you tomorrow, try not to think about what happened today!â yeji sent you off and you smiled at her.
as soon as you stepped your foot in school you wished you could run away.
before anyone would notice you, you tried to sneak around and look for yeji.
ây/n!â god how much you hate universe.
âwhat do you want jake?â you answered rudely.
âjust wanted to say thank you for that list,â he said sarcastically, âitâs not like you ruined my reputation or something like that, hey by the way! do you think i should make one too? i think that would be funâ
âdonât you dareâ you groaned.
âthen letâs date againâ
âwhat?â
âare you deaf? i said letâs date againâ
âwhat makes you think iâd actually do that?â
âwell, we could lie to everyone that we tried to trick them into thinking that we hated each other to see how others will reactâ he shrugged, âthink about it, itâll save our image, plus you owe meâ
âi owe you nothingâ
âitâs because of you that weâre in this shitty situation!â
âyou can just let it be and people will forget about it sooner or later, now let me goââ
he caught your wrist before you could leave.
âone week, one week of just pretending and then weâll part our ways peacefullyâ
truth is, his idea didnât ring so bad, but you were scared. you were scared youâd fall in love with him all over again.
âwhat is it, some fake dating love story? you can go fake date sunghoon and thatâll create a bigger scandal than this oneâ you shoved your hand and rolled your eyes while walking away.
a part of him just wanted to hold you back again in his arms, for real.
âhey jake!â sunghoon greeted him and jake gave him a weak smile.
âdid you just talk with y/n? i thought you were angry with her?â
âi donât know, sunghoonâ he sighed, âi just want my old life backâ
âyeah you kinda fucked up your life, hey why did you even break up with her in the first place?â
when sunghoon heard about your break up, he was the first to come up to jake and ask him about the reasons, only then he realized jake didnât really want to speak about it at all.
but now jake felt ready, he felt like he needed someone to hear his side of the story, every coin has two sides right?
there they were, sitting in the fieldâs seats, looking at the empty space, it was just the two of them.
âwhen we first got together i was so happy, you already know how much i liked her that time, you even helped me planning all those datesâ jake sighed.
ââsunghoon how do you take someone on a date without telling them straightforward itâs a date?â i remember you asking me those questions nonstop!â sunghoon laughed.
âyeah, i was on cloud nine, but,â jake paused, âi was scared to lose her, i was so scared to lose her to the point i became overly possessive and anxious when she was around other boys, i was so used to have a one time thing and i didnât know how to keep relationships, it all became messed up, this whole relationship happened in the wrong timeâ
sunghoon pat his friendâs shoulder, feeling sad for him.
âeach time i tried to fix it, it got worse and i didnât know how to stop, so i just decided to break it off, itâs better to let her live her life than to stay selfish and keep her to myselfâ jake sighed yet again, emphasizing the disappointment he feels with himself.
âi actually wanted to say this for awhile, but deep down i know youâre insecure about yourself, and you tried to hide it by boosting your ego and lying to everyone about your true selfâ sunghoon chuckled, âyou were some kind of an asshole before you started dating y/n, and even became more of an asshole after getting into a relationship, you shouldâve just talked it out with y/nâ
âwell itâs too late now isnât it? she made that very clear that she hates me by writing down that listâ jake groaned.
âmaybe you should just make one about her and ruin her chances to have any relationship in highschool as wellâ sunghoon shrugged but jake looked at him curiously.
âi was joking! donât do that!â
âwell? how are we feeling today?â yeji handed you your favorite snack to cheer your mood up.
âthinking about ways to kill yena, how about i poison her food?â
âhow about you just talk it out with her?â
ânot a chance! i canât look at her face without fighting the urge to punch herâ
âwell it isnât going to help you, is it?â
âno, but itâll make me satisfiedâ
âmaybe i should just accept his offer?â you murmured.
âoffer? what offer?â yeji asked.
âpromise me no matter what happens, youâll never abandon meâ you grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at you straight in your eyes.
âhave you gone mad? iââ
âpromise me!â
âokay, okay!â she laughed, âyouâre acting like youâre planning to get back with jakeâ
your silence told her everything.
âdonât you dareââ
âi have the perfect plan! you know how yena always wanted jake, right?â
âdoesnât she have a boyfriendââ
âboyfriend my ass, she was all over jake all the timeâ
âcontinue pleaseâ
âshe probably posted my list to make sure iâll never date him again, so she could have her chance,â you raised a brow, âby dating him i could only piss her off, but maybe thatâd actually get her to confess about itâ
âand then what?â
âthen HER reputation would be ruined forever, boyfriend? gone, cheerleading? gone, friends? gone!â
ây/n,â yeji held your hand, âyouâre so smart i feel like a proud mom!â she wiped her fake tears away.
later then you searched for a specific person you knew youâd find in the field.
âso,â the person said, âyou actually agree?â
âjake, donât make it harder than it already isâ you rolled your eyes, trying to keep up with your cool girl energy, but deep down you were so excited to be close to him again and to hold him in your embrace.
âhave you heard? jake and y/n are back!!â as you were walking towards your classroom you heard mumbling from other students.
âi literally just now agreed to this stupid idea how-â
âyou know how fast rumor spread here, itâs actually scaryâ
your thoughts kept running through your mind all the way to lunch break, which was the only time you could ever relax andâ
âattention please!â oh no.
âyes, me and y/n are back! this whole list thing? it was just to check everyoneâs reaction about it! itâs so smart isnât it? my sweet baby thought about this idea, and we did figure some weird actions after this whole thing blew upâ jake dragged you right next to him and stared right into your eyes, âyouâll never break us apartâ
cheers and claps were heard all over the hall and the only thing you thought about now is how to run away.
âcongratulations! i was so scared it was real, was just now about to pay (studentâs name) a hundred bucks, who lost the bet now huh loser?â one of the students came up to you with a wide smile.
you awkwardly smiled back as you set her off.
âdid you really have to do that?â you glared at him.
âi did, see? now no oneâs talking about it againâ he shrugged.
âeveryone stopped talking about it a day after! youâre just too busy thinking about yourself to notice your surroundingsâ you rolled your eyes.
âyou agreed to do that, so be my guest, you knew there will be consequencesâ
âyouâre the worst!â
âyou donât mean thatâ
you just rolled your eyes in return and stormed off.
âhey my sweet darling, howâs your day?â
âjake, weâre out of school, drop the actingâ
you failed to notice his smile dropping.
âcanât i just be curious about your day?â
âjake, itâs weird, itâs been a while since we last talked or had a normal conversation, donât act like nothing happenedâ
âwhat do you mean?â
âsee you always does that! even when we were in a relationship! you fail to understand how badly you always hurt me and proceeded to just move on so fast, always running away from your problemsâ
he stopped his tracks as you continued walking away, this left a huge impact on him.
the next day you were back to acting, according to you, to jake it seemed very real.
you were sitting on one of the benches, casually talking with sunghoon about whatever.
jake seemed to notice every small detail about you.
the way you smile when heâs complimenting you, the way you crack at any of his jokes, even those who werenât so funny.
you never laughed at his jokes.
âhey, can i steal my girlfriend?â jake sounded calm but his whole face screamed anger.
sunghoon, his best friend who had already recognized that face, slowly got up and smiled, âsheâs all yoursâ
âhey, what was that?â you scoffed.
âyou were being too close to himâ
you rolled your eyes, âi canât believe weâre back at it againâ
âagain?â
âyes, again! jake, get it right into your mind, we are not together! weâre just putting a small show for everyoneâs entertainment and thatâs it, itâs all about saving your ass here as wellâ you sounded really pissed off.
jake was taken a back for a few seconds but got right back to his senses, âohâ
âyes, oh! weâll act like a couple when weâll really need itâ and with that you walked away.
âso,â you heard a devilish voice haunting you from behind as you were taking books out of your locker, âyou and jake?â
âoh hey yena!â you smiled, âfancy seeing you hereâ
âanswer my questionâ she furiously said.
âwhy are you curious? dropped your boyfriend because you thought youâd get a chance with him?â you smirked.
âoh! hereâs my boyfriend!â you called jake who seemed to be very deep in thought.
he looked straight into your eye but decided to just walk away and ignore you completely.
âwhat the hellâŠâ you cursed under your breath.
âboyfriend, huh?â yena was the one whoâs smirking now, âwell have fun!â
âwhat the hell was your problem back then?â you let yourself yell at him as you were out of school and on your way home.
âoh, i thought that we need to act like a couple when we really need itââ
âdonât play dumb right now!â
âi donât get you y/n seriously! youâre always saying something but mean the exact opposite, what do you want, really?â he returned the attitude.
âwhat?â
âif youâre that suffering you should just go to sunghoon!â
âagain with the sunghoon scandalââ
âyes, again with him! how come you never laughed at my jokes? how come you never smiled at any compliment iâve given you? why did you always push me away when i tried to get closer?â the heated conversation turned into a quiet one, his tone made it very clear to you that he was hurting.
âw-whatâŠâ you whispered.
âyou just donât get it do you?â he chuckled, âmy reason to being this jealousâ
you stopped to think, all this time, all those arguments, he didnât mean any bad at all.
âhave you tried thinking about those beautiful moments we had? those were the most precious moments that ever happened in my entire lifeâ you voice came quiet, âit was my first relationship ever, my first love, my first everything, i didnât know how i should react, or what i should do in order to keep you to myselfâ
his glossy eyes were looking at you.
âyou were so not used to doing âfirst timeâ things that you failed to notice every little thing that i tried to do to keep us together, have you ever thought about that?â you preached, âi loved you, maybe i still do, but that wonât change anything, will it? it just doesnât matter anymoreâ
he tried moving closer to you but stopped, âi-iâm sorryâŠâ
âjust goâ you wiped the tears that were already streaming down your face.
both of you were hurting, but you didnât know how to fix it all, itâs so stupid really, you think youâve grown up to be a better person, but somehow communication puts on a wall that stops it all.
âhave you heard? i think y/n and jake are over now, for real!â
âhow the fuck did i became the hot topic again? and how come everyone knows about what happened yesterday?â you asked yeji.
ârumors, they spread so fast hereâ she shrugged and you rolled your eyes.
you watched jake pass you, you took the time to focus on his face.
his eyes seem so tried, puffy and hurtâŠ. you thought.
âwell someone had a rough day yesterdayâ yeji commented and you nodded slowly, still lost in thoughts.
âhey, can you let teacher know i have a meeting with coach today?â
âhm? but you donât have anyââ âthank you!â you ran off quickly before she could ask any more questions.
âpsst! sunghoon!â you whispered as you watched him getting ready for class.
âoh? y/n!â he smiled widely.
âcome with me!â you grabbed his hand and dragged him outside the school building all the way to the back.
ây/n can we do this other time? class starts soon andââ
âshh!!â you put your finger over his lips and kneeled down with him, hiding from any teacher or student.
âi need you to help meâ you gave him puppy eyes.
âyes of course, what happened?â he instantly asked.
âiâm gonna guess that youâre already aware of what happened yesterdayâ
âyeah, whatever that was iâd rather forget hearing about thisâ
âfocus! i need you to help me figure out this!â
âwhat do you mean by âthisâ?â
âi mean everything! youâre his best friend, iâm sure you know about our whole relationship status, i-i just need to know why he broke up with me in the first placeâ you sighed.
ây/n, youâre not going to like what youâll be hearing, are you sure you want that?â he genuinely asked.
you looked down to the ground and sighed, âyes, tell me everything pleaseâ
maybe asking him not to drop any detail was a mistake, because now after he told you everything and left you alone to get some time to think, you canât help it but overthink about any step that you did.
âthat only shows how bad you were for each otherâ sunghoonâs last words sent shivers down your spine, maybe heâs right.
âmiscommunication sucks!â you laid back on the wall next to you, was this whole relationship a big mistake?
it did nothing but to hurt the both of you.
âthere you are!â yeji sounded out of breath.
âso, jake mightâve gotten himself into a tiny fight andââ
âwhat? where!â
âit was right outside of our classroom butââ
before she could even finish her sentence you ran all the way back to your classroom and she after you.
âthereâs no one hereâ you frowned, âyou did this on purpose!â
âi tried to tell you heâs already in the nursery!â she yelled after trying to catch her breath.
âfill me up with information pleaseâ you asked quietly.
âyou asshole!â as soon as you stepped into the nursery and saw jake laying down on one of the beds, a few tears came down your face.
ây/n! be careful heâs still recovering!â the nurse warned you from causing any more harm.
jake slowly opened his eyes and you scoffed, âfight? really? because of me?â you looked at him in disbelief.
he stayed silent, as if he knew what he did was wrong.
âyou have nothing to say?â
âhe called you a whore who likes to play with any boy that comes around, what did you expect me to do?â he sounded defensive.
âoh, i donât know, maybe try to insult him with words and not physically! you got yourself into trouble now because of meâ you complained.
âit was worth itâ he smirked.
âjake, iâm being serious right now, you canât act like weâre a couple when weâre absolutely notâ as soon as you said this the nurse got the clue and went out of the room.
âthat is exactly the problem!â he shout, âi canât pass another day without you being by my side, you drive me crazy only by looking at me, and hell, i cannot look at any other man flirting with you without fighting the urge to punch him!â
âjakeâŠâ you whispered.
âi still love you, donât you get it?âŠ..i feel like i just canât continue my day without holding you in my armsâŠ.â he held your hand.
you wiped the tears that continued to stream down your face, âyouâre probably still suffering from concussion after the fight, iâll go speak to the nurseâ
you let go of his hold and walked out of the room.
a lot of thoughts were haunting your brain, how you wished things would be as simple as they sound.
he confessed to you and you love him, whatâs stopping you from running into his arms?
âyouâre just scared of giving whatever this was a second chanceâ yeji said as she took a bite of her food.
âwhatever this was, it was toxic, i donât want that to happen againâ you sighed.
âyeah, it was pretty shitty to watch from the side, but i think he genuinely mean it this timeâ she took another bite from her food.
âhow do you know that?â
âi mean really, ever since that list was posted he was around you 24/7, probably looking for excuses to be with you, that whole âoh we were just joking, weâre still datingâ thing was a dumb excuse for him to be next to you more, any nine years old can tell you thatâ
âyou donât have to be that harshâ you scoffed.
âiâm telling the truth babe, as much as i hated his guts, and still do, i think he was genuine about his feelings this time, and by the way you told me everything that happened, i think he really wants to fix it and try all over againâ she shrugged.
âiâŠ.i donât know what to sayâ
âjust go and tell him yes alreadyâ she rolled her eyes and you nodded.
itâs time to fix your broken relationship.
you walkedâran back to the nursery only to find it empty.
âumâŠdo you know whereâsââ âi saw him going to the fieldâ the nurse answered before you could ask.
âthank you!â you smiled and walked excitedly to the field.
âi did itâ you heard a familiar voice, âi posted that listâ
before you could see whoâs talking, you quickly hid behind a side wall.
âwhat?â youâre 100% certain this is jakeâs voice, but who is he talking to?
âi thought this would finally break whatever you had going with her, i mean, you always had heart eyes for her even after your break up, it was making me sickâ
âstill, how could you do this to me?â jake sounded betrayed andâŠhurt.
âyou had to move on, seriously, it was becoming unhealthy, i didnât think itâd only bring you closer, it was such a mistakeâ
âplease stopâŠâ
âwhen you broke up i thought iâd finally have chance with her, but she was actually always looking your way, not even batting an eye at meâ
âsunghoon just stop! i canât believe my best friend would do thisâ
was it sunghoon this whole time?
âso it was you?â your thoughts voiced out.
ây-y/n?â you saw jake and sunghoon standing right in front of the other, sunghoon wore a shocked expression while jake just stood there looking completely hurt.
âwhat kind of an idiot would call himself a best friend? and to think you did all of that for what? to hurt not only him but me as wellâ you tched, âyouâre nothing but an egoistic assholeâ
âplease justââ
âjust go the fuck away! you did nothing but to hurt people, youâre disgusting meâ you tried to shoo him but he didnât budge.
ânot going? okay thenâ you grabbed jakeâs hand and walked away, not before shooting him an angry glare.
after a few minutes of walking you sat him down on one of the benches.
âyou okay?â that was the first thing you asked.
âyeah, not like my best friend tried to sabotage me or anythingâ he chuckled.
âiâm sorry for thatâ you placed your hand on his shoulder, pressing it lightly, âhe does not deserve to be called your best friend thoughâ
he looked up to you and his eyes were filled with tears. you wiped the tears away and smiled at him.
âi donât know if itâs going to help, but i didnât feel anything for him, and never willâ
he chuckled and sniffled, âi always trusted you, but i couldnât find myself to trust him, i guess now i know whyâ
you rolled your eyes, âyeah, yeah you were right, i was wrongâ
he gave you his infamous smile and the butterflies you felt never felt this good, âthank youâ he said.
âfor what?â
âfor being there for me, and even if you donât want to fix things right now, i think we might beââ
you shut him down by kissing his lips, he was shocked at first but quickly caught up, caging you in his arms and holding you tightly.
as you broke the kiss you smiled, âi do want to fix things, i want that more than anythingâ
âdo you mean it? arenât you afraid?â
âas long as iâm with you i have nothing to fearâ you smiled.
âugh! youâre back again? i canât keep up with this anymore!â you heard an annoying voice.
âhey yena? fuck offâ you flipped her off and she stormed away.
âsince when did you become so confident?â
âever since i realized i want to cherish and hold the most precious thing to me foreverâ
âi love youâ he held your hand and kissed it, âi love you tooâ you replied with a quick peck on his lips.
âaww lovebirds, get back in class now the dayâs not over yet!â
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curiosity kills the cat: one shot!
parings: Touya x reader
word count: 1.3k
notes: this was originally gonna be a part in a fanfic I was cooking but i genuinely could not figure out how to write childhood friends with Dabiâs crisped ass.
warnings: none!
summary: Touya always sees kissing in movies, all dramatic and lovey dovey, is it really his fault that he wants to try it on you? just to see how it feels of course!
âthis movie fucking sucks.â
âlanguage Touya.â
currently, you were at the treacherous Todoroki household.
Why? You may be asking.
Because you wanted to watch a movie, 27 dresses specifically.
Unfortunately for Touya Todoroki, heâs your only friend to watch the movie with.
now the two of you have been friends since pre-school, kids bullied you- Touya saved you.
you stuck around him after that, much to his dismay.
âWhy would you make me watch this garbage.â Touya says harshly.
You huff loudly, âto see if your cold, dark heart had anything in it.â
Touya giggles at your little comment, you liked his laugh.
you wanted to watch this movie for a week, practically begged Touya on your knees for him to even watch it with you.
Touya doesnât enjoy cheesy rom-coms.
Heâs made that quite clear throughout this whole movie.
when the two main characters tried on the dresses he complained.
when they went to the bar together, he complained.
when the characters sang at the bar, he complained then too.
yet when they kissed, Touya didnât even open his mouth.
âyuck- want me to skip?â You say for Touyaâs sake.
Heâs quiet for a moment before speaking, ânah, itâs just a kiss.â
âWhat- youâre suddenly cool with lovey dovey stuff now?â your face is set perplexed.
Touya shrugs, âI see it in TV all the time, why should I care?â
You hum softly, âadults kiss too much.â
Touya hums in agreement, his foot starting to steadily tap.
the movie continues, you catch Touya scoff at one of the movies jokes, he seems to beâŠactually interested.
but that damn tapping wonât stop.
Doesnât his leg get tired when he does that?
Finally, at the end of the movie the two main lead get married, and the main actress has her 27 bridesmaids.
cute movie.
âDid you like it Touy?â you ask with excitement bubbling inside your chest.
He responds bluntly, âNo- terrible movie.â
âLiar- that was the most Iâve ever seen you pay attention to something!â You point an accusing finger towards him.
Touya swatted your finger away, âI was waiting for the guy to murder the girl.â
âWhat?!â You retract your finger quickly.
Touya shakes his head as if it were obvious, âHe had serial killer vibes..â
You sit there on the couch utterly silent from the words that just came out of Touyaâs mouth.
His brows furrow slightly, âWhat?â
âNothing, weirdo..â
Touya melts into the couch, picking up the remote and scrolling through the streaming apps choices.
âAny thing else youâd like to watch?â
âBeing a gentleman I see?â You hum.
Touya chuckles softly, never responding.
The room is on a comfortable silence for the moment, aside from Touya tapping his foot against the glass table his feet are propped on.
Touyaâs foot staggers, âWhy do you think adults kiss?â
âBecause they like it.â You answer quickly.
Touya shakes his head softly, âyeah but why, why do they like it?â
âWhy would I know the answer to that.â
Touya glares at your for a moment, âoh please- your parents basically make out all the time when Iâm over.â
âSo that means I should know why they like it?â You pick at the fur blanket that was thrown over you prior to starting the movie.
Touya hums a small, âyepâ before his foot starts to tap again.
âDidnât think you were so affected by the kissing sceneâŠâ you say under your breath, Touya heard anyway.
âI-I wasnât affected, Iâm just curious on whatâs so good about it.â He says quickly, the tapping increasing.
You seriously doubt Touyaâs even looking at the tittles on the screen by how fast heâs tapping the remote button.
âWell I wouldnât knowâŠâ
Touya stays quiet for a moment, thinking.
probably about something stupid.
âWe could know.â
yep, something stupid.
âWhat you implying Touya?â You elbow his ribs, making him yelp.
âOw- Iâm saying thatâŠnevermind.â Touya rubs his ribs softly, dropping the remote next to you.
âI meanâŠyouâre just curious right?â
Touya looks up at you, the tapping gets faster.
âYeah- WhyâŠ?â
You pick up the remote, looking it over to act like your doing anything else other that what your about to do.
âWe could- do it..â you say quiet and soft.
Touya doesnât respond, the tapping stopped at least.
suddenly, Touya grabs the remote from your hand- setting it aside.
âWe could.â
Great, now youâre forced to look at your best friend.
âYeah?â You say barely loud enough for Touya to pick up.
Touya nods, his foot starting to steadily tap again.
You cup Touyaâs face with your hands- oh gosh are you really doing this?
Touya places his hands on your lap, truthfully he has no clue where to put them.
the taps get faster.
You and Touya look at each-other for a moment, just to make sure you donât absolutely ruin your friendship.
More like a âyou really wanna do this?â stare.
but hey, you were curious.
so was Touya.
1 + 1 = 2.
Two kissing more specifically.
âJusâ do it already..â Touya says quietly, his face growing red.
You press your lips to Touyaâs, it was..nice? soft? kinda gross.
Touyaâs lips were quite soft actually, heâd wear chap stick like heâd wear clothes though- he hated dry lips.
Touyaâs hand steadily went to your cheeks as well, only difference was his were a lot warmer.
At some point, Touyaâs tapping stopped.
you a Touya didnât though, itâs normal for friends to experience things together- how is a kiss any different?
Your cheeks felt so warm.
wait no- thatâs Touyaâs quirk.
You starting patting Touyaâs thigh as a signal to chill out.
And he got the memo, only after a minute.
You and Touya were only slightly out of breath- you might have 1st degree burns on your cheeks though.
âMâsorryâŠ?â Touya says with his dumb cracky voice.
âyou burned my cheeks.â You say curtly.
Touya groans, âI didnât know I activated my quirk!â
âIâm never kissing you again.â Your tone gets slightly aggressive.
Touy burned your precious face though- so he deserves it.
âI said I didnât-â
A sudden laughter breaks through Touyaâs speak, one that didnât belong to him.
You whip your head to the door way only to see Touyaâs siblings, Natsuo and Fuyumi.
Natsuo is holding onto his stomach, dying with laughter while Fuyumi looks mildly disappointed- more like embarrassed.
âTouya-niiâŠâ Fuyumi says softly.
Touyaâs face goes completely red, even reaching his ears.
âYou didnât see a thing.â Touya says sternly.
Natsuo laughs more as he grabs Fuyumi, âdude we saw everything!â
Fuyumi covers her face and Natsuo starts to re-create the scene.
âOh-la-la! Y/N please kiss me Iâm so desperate!â Natsuo says through his giggles.
You can see steam coming from Touya as he jumps over the couch to get to Natsuo.
Natsuo sees this and starts to book it.
So now you have a wild Touya and a trouble making Natsuo in the house.
Fuyumi looks at you, then runs to her room- poor girl doesnât even wanna face you.
how are family dinners your invited to supposed to go now?
curiosity kills the cat you suppose.
and you are the cat in this situation.
EP:
âMrs. Rei, this is absolutely delicious!â You say while crunching down on whatever Touyaâs mother made for the night.
Touya hums in agreement, basically halfway through his second plate.
Natsuo chuckles before speaking, âmaybe you should ask her for some cooking lessons Y/N- momâs experienced.â
Rei smiles softly, âthank you, Natsuo.â
Natsuo immediately gains the most devious smile youâve ever seen in your entire life.
âMaybe some kissing lessons as well, since you and Touya like that too.â
Immediately silence hits the table.
Touya immediately slams his blow onto the table.
Natsuo runs for his life down the hallway as Touya almost jumps over the table to catch him.
As soon as the boys leave the room your met with a stone faced Rei.
you clear your throat.
âFuyumi can vouch for me, me and Touya would never do something so sinful!â
Rei chuckles softly, âFuyumi told me when I came homeâŠâ
You whip your head to Fuyumi as she takes her leave, doesnât wanna face your wrath.
you look towards rei again, sweating bullets as you hear Natsuo screaming bloody murder from two rooms over.
âw-we weâre just curious!â
AN: yall need smth after whatever the hell that episode wasđ
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Everything & The Kitchen Sink
Butch Wolverine x Fem Reader Smut
Summary: Logan promised to come home early from the bar after her shift. You make dinner and get ready only for her to come home late and drunk. This some how leads to the two of you tribbing on the counter.
Word Count: 1.0k+
TW: Fingering, Tribbing, Nipple Play, Squirting
(THIS IS A W|W FANFIC)
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You were cleaning up the kitchen after making dinner. Logan was supposed to be home over an hour ago, she was working as a bouncer at a local bar. She promised you sheâd come straight from work, youâd spent all day preparing for just that. Cleaning the entire apartment, did all the laundry, made dinner, ect. Took a long shower, exfoliated and moisturized. You already wrapped her plate up and stored it in the microwave. Preoccupying yourself by watching TV until you fall asleep.Â
Logan carefully unlocked the door and saw you laying so still and statuesque. In comparison to what she sees at the bar all day you truly looked like an angel. The light of the television casting on you like you were glowing. She was past tipsy but not staggering or anything, she liked seeing how peaceful you were; knowing that once you woke up itâd be a completely different story. She opened the microwave and started salivating, it was her favorite. Baked potato with sour cream and chives, corn on the cob, two slabs of steak cooked medium rare, grilled shrimps and roasted carrots.Â
It looked so amazing she didnât bother heating it back up. Stuffing her face, only using utensils when she had too. She hadnât eaten anything before or during work and drank on an empty stomach. It was like the plate was fucking glowing. Lighting the cigar she had tucked behind her ear. Too drunk to care that she was sparking up inside. She came over to you and ran her finger along your bare thigh. Wearing her tee shirt and the band of your panties peeking out.Â
âMmhm, youâre so soft,â she grumbled to herself, letting her calloused hand run up and down your skin. Stirring you awake and gently letting her body fall on top of yours. You were starting to stir awake, remembering how late Logan was. You push against her shoulders but she doesnât care. Continuing to kiss your neck and grope your chest. The liquor and burnt smell of the cigar coming from her breath only reminded you of her loyalty to the bar.Â
âYouâre late,â you huffed, sitting up and trying to get out of her grip.
âWas a late night baby,â she mumbled.
âAnd you're drunk,â you said, successfully wiggling out of her grip. Picking up the coat she let drop on the floor when coming home. Logan took this opportunity to grip your hips and thrust herself against you.Â
âSo?â she laughed, pulling at the waistband of your panties and letting them snap against your skin. Entertained by how you jumped and squealed when the elastic hit you.
âI waited for a long time⊠I was all excited and you left me waiting..â you trail off. It sober her up a bit, knowing that you had waited for her while she lollygagged at the bar. Logan didnât realize how much her company meant to you. Probably due to her own insecurity but she missed seeing the way she undervalued herself was affecting you. She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you to her chest.Â
âI should have come right home. Iâm sorry,â she said, kissing the top of your head.Â
âItâs okay, I know you have a lot going on. Just promise for next time,â you said, wrapping your arms around her waist, âIâm glad you ate,â you said, noticing her dishes on the counter.Â
Logan wasnât paying attention anymore, now completely focused on running her hands down your body. She couldnât get your smell out of her nose and it was starting to affect her self control. You were oblivious to how worked up she was becoming, Instead being off in your own little world. As much as you hated her cigar habit, the smell was somewhat comforting now as much as you complained about it. Sometimes youâd avoid washing the smoke smell off hoodies and pillow cases. You moved your hands up to her hair, brushing the loose stands out of her face. Eventually running your nails down her arms, you could feel the goosebumps form; her body hair standing somewhat making you giggle.Â
She was breathing hard, especially when you looked up at her. Big doe-eyes staring up at her, eyelashes fluttering and hair messy from your nap. Logan smashed her mouth against yours, bringing her hands up to cup your face. Pressing herself against you, pinning your body to the kitchen island. Her thumbs rubbing your face as you work your tongues together. It was sloppy and getting more heated by the minute. She grabs you by the waist and sets you on the counter. Her eyes damn near boggling while watching the recoil of your breast from being sat down so hard.Â
She grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it over your head, exposing your chest. Seeing her so animalistic and feral was making your stomach feel inflamed. A deep blush covering your face and neck while wetness starts to drip down your folds; Logan herself felt a heartbeat in her jeans. Your noses were pressed together and you could smell the whiskey on her breath. Normally it would bother you but it was undeniable that when Logan was drunk she didnât hold back during sex. Normally she was more gentle, enjoying giving you pleasure. The liquor made her more brutish and unfiltered and it was so fucking hot.Â
Hearing all the filth that slipped past her lips that normally went unheard due to her shyness. Using her strength against you, biting down on your soft skin with brutal force. Logan pecked your lips before moving down to your chest. Taking one of your nipples into her mouth and starts sucking and flicking her tongue. You ran your fingers through her hair and moaned loudly. Arching your back and balling your fists up in her hair. Your legs immediately begin to tremble from the pleasure. So sensitive from the anticipation that has been building in your belly all day. Resting your lips on the top of her head while groaning and whimpering into her hair. She pulled your panties to the side and used her middle finger to feel around your folds.Â
Smearing your wetness all over your lips before pushing two fingers into your entrance. She was completely zoned out, having your tit in her mouth while curling and pumping her fingers in and out of you. Any time she nips at the senstative bud you tighten yourself around her fingers; only encouraging her to do it more. Your walls felt so velvety against her digits. She broke out of her daze and pulled away from you slightly to see your face and God what a sight it was. You were completely red in the face, practically panting trying to catch your breath.Â
Eyebrows furrowed and nipples puffy and swollen; a light from above the kitchen island shining down on you. Making your chest glisten from the saliva covering your breast. You pulled her onto the counter to join you and started tugging at her jeans, which she quickly took off. Laying her back against the cold tile of the island. Before climbing on top of her, you sink your tongue between her folds. Spitting and flicking your tongue around, looking up to see Logan on her elbows. Cursing and sputtering while pushing herself against your mouth. Getting a little too excited you reach up and try grabbing at her chest. She snatches your wrists and pulls you towards her; now straddling her, you knees on either side of her hips.
 âIâm not that drunk,â she huffs and starts gripping your hips, prompting you to start grinding your hips.Â
Now rubbing each other's sexes together, your wet folds sliding between one another. The tile was hurting your knees a bit but it didnât stop you from quickening your pace. Finding the perfect rhythm, your clits continuously brushing against each other. Logan was arching her hips up, positioning herself so she could watch you ride her. Sitting up on her elbows and watching your tits bounce, saliva dripping onto her stomach. Too pussy-drunk to care if you were drooling or not.
âIâm cummingâŠâ you groan out, taking her off guard.
Grabbing two handfuls of Logan's hair and pinning her fisting to the counter below you two. Your fists on either side of her head while riding out your orgasm. Squirting without stopping grinding your hips, causing the wetness to spread and spalsh all over Loganâs stomach. She immediately cums from watching you unraveling into a squirting fucked out mess. Digging her nails into your hips while thrusting her hips up, trying to get closer to you. Crying out, so overstimulated and jerking your hips forward. You collapsed on her chest, not giving a fuck about sleeping in your own wetness. Logan was too drunk to care, using the tee shirt to cover you like a blanket and falling asleep with you on her chest.
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