#i just knew i HATED being a girl and i wanted it to STOP. and it was mostly because of how people treated girls.

[rafes-slut]

hi hi can u write something with rafe who doesnt know how to comfort sad reader so he just… fucks her to make her stop crying 🙏🏽

Shut You Up

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: Smut (18+), unprotected sex, slight dub-con (Rafe doesn’t ask for permission, but you don’t stop him), rough sex, mild choking, overstimulation, toxic dynamics, emotional manipulation, possessive Rafe, Rafe being bad at emotional comfort, crying, angst, slight aftercare.

Rafe had never been good at comforting people.

He knew how to start fights, how to finish them. He knew how to win, how to manipulate, how to force things to go his way. But when it came to soft things—handling emotions, talking through problems, wiping away tears—he was fucking useless.

That’s why your crying was driving him insane.

He had been sitting on the edge of his bed, watching you as you curled up on his mattress, sobbing into his pillow. He had tried, for all of two minutes, to awkwardly tell you that “it’s not that bad” and “you’ll be fine.” But none of it worked. You kept crying. And it made his skin crawl. Not because he didn’t care, but because he had no idea how to make it stop.

And Rafe hated feeling powerless.

So, he did the only thing he knew how to do.

Without a word, he got up, gripping your wrist and pulling you onto your back. You gasped, startled, looking up at him with wet, swollen eyes. His expression was hard—frustrated, intense.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up.” His voice was firm, low. His hands were already pushing up your shirt, his rough fingers grazing your ribs. “You’re crying over some bullshit that doesn’t matter, and I can’t fucking listen to it anymore.”

You sniffled, confusion flickering across your face, but you didn’t stop him as he pulled your shirt over your head. Maybe you knew what was coming. Maybe you wanted it.

“I-I just…”

His fingers hooked into your shorts, tugging them down your thighs in one smooth movement.

“Did I tell you to talk?” His voice was sharp, impatient.

You shivered.

Your panties were soaked, and Rafe smirked when he noticed. “Oh, so you like this?” He let his fingers trail between your legs, pressing against the damp fabric. “You like crying in my bed and then letting me fuck it out of you?”

You whimpered, and he took that as a yes.

Rafe wasn’t gentle. He never was. He shoved his own clothes off, not bothering to take his time. His cock was already hard, leaking against his stomach as he spread your thighs wider, settling between them.

He didn’t prep you. He didn’t ask if you were ready. He just pushed inside, groaning at the way your walls clenched around him. You gasped, your fingers gripping at his arms.

“Rafe—”

He grabbed your jaw, squeezing your cheeks until your lips parted. “I told you to shut the fuck up.” His thrusts were deep, rough, each one pressing the breath from your lungs. “You wanna cry? I’ll give you something to cry about.”

You didn’t stop crying—but now it was for an entirely different reason.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as pleasure mixed with the remnants of your sadness, your body trembling beneath him. Rafe leaned down, his mouth brushing over your damp skin, his teeth scraping against your throat.

“Fucking take it,” he growled.

You did. You took everything he gave you. His cock hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur, his hands gripping your body like he owned it, his pace relentless.

Your orgasm crashed over you before you could even think to fight it, a strangled moan ripping from your throat as your back arched. Rafe didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he went harder, chasing his own high.

You whimpered as overstimulation settled in, but he didn’t let up. “You can handle it,” he muttered. “You can take it. You’re a big girl, right?”

You didn’t answer, too lost in the pleasure, too lost in him.

Rafe groaned, his thrusts growing sloppy as he reached his limit. He buried himself deep, spilling inside you with a strangled curse. For a moment, he stayed there, catching his breath, his weight heavy on top of you.

Then, finally, he pulled out, his release dripping from your swollen cunt. He looked down at you, still wrecked, still trembling. His brows furrowed.

“…Feel better?”

You let out a shaky breath.

Yeah. You did.

[wbbfannnnnn13]

Almost, Always - Chapter 9

paige x azzi

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

A/N: I think I'll just let this chapter speak for itself, but just a heads up, this is mostly angst. The next handful of chapters will be a little shorter so I can go back and forth on perspectives as I advance the storyline without confusing myself lol.

Hope ya'll like it!

WC: 2.5k+

Chapter 9: The Spiral 

Paige didn’t sleep. She was spiraling, and it started the second her head hit the pillow, if not earlier. Her chest felt tight, her thoughts too loud, looping the same questions she couldn’t outrun. Was this the beginning of the end? Or had they already passed that point and she just hadn’t realized it yet?

She stared at the ceiling for hours, jaw tight, stomach twisted, phone still glowing beside her like a taunt. Her body was exhausted, but her mind wouldn’t shut up, looping the same questions, the same anger, the same regret.

How did this happen? Why did this happen?

She was mad at herself. For being naive enough to think that love could conquer all, even when she’d seen how unforgiving the world could be. Azzi had once told her that love didn’t mean much if it couldn’t withstand the hard parts, and Paige had believed her. But now, lying in bed with regret crawling under her skin, she wondered if maybe she’d mistaken hope for strength. Maybe she’d underestimated just how much pressure came with being seen. That it would be strong enough to hold under the weight of exposure, instead of warping under it. Believing the media wouldn’t be able to affect their relationship. She lay there questioning all the choices over the past few months. Maybe she had stepped out into the light of her relationship with Azzi too fast, hoping their love would be enough to steady the glare. Maybe she'd been foolish to think their love could exist outside the scrutiny of the public eye.

More than anything, she just wanted to hear Azzi’s voice. That was all she kept thinking. The silence was unbearable. It was unfamiliar because it wasn't like Azzi at all. Her last text to Azzi had been simple, desperate: I just want to hear your voice. And now, with nothing but the faint glow of her screen beside her, Paige realized how deeply she meant it. It wasn’t even about fixing anything. She just needed that one grounding sound—the one thing that always made her feel like she wasn’t drowning—her voice. 

She told herself to stay off her phone, but curiosity got the better of her. Soon she was scrolling through TikToks, watching people stitch her press conference moment, where she’d all but confirmed her relationship with Azzi, against the photo from the restaurant and that old college video. Clips of strangers reacting to fragments of her life, dissecting her body language, her words, her choices. Some came to her defense, calling out the double standards, the reach of internet speculation. But others were quick to pile on, questioning her loyalty, her values, even who the woman in the restaurant photo was.

How people were taking two disconnected moments to spin a story that couldn’t be further from the truth made her feel sick. And yet, that story had traction now. It wasn’t just background noise—it was starting to shape perception. Paige knew her agent was already working with a PR team to do damage control, but she couldn’t stop thinking about how little that actually mattered. The rumors were already circulating, the headlines already shaping opinions, and no statement or carefully worded press release could rewind what had already sunk its teeth into the narrative. 

And she hated that. She hated having her integrity and values called into question. She had always tried to be a good person, someone others could look up to- a role model for younger girls and boys who followed her career. Now there was this blemish on her name, her reputation, and her career. She wished she could brush it off. But she couldn’t. The noise still got to her—still found the cracks in her armor, still made her feel exposed in ways she couldn’t shake.

What cut deepest wasn’t the internet or the headlines. It was wondering what Azzi thought. That’s what mattered most. That’s what kept her spiraling. Not strangers’ assumptions, but the silence from the one person whose opinion could actually hurt her.

Azzi hadn’t answered. Not after three FaceTimes, a call, five texts. Just silence. Paige couldn’t stop thinking about how it must have looked from her perspective. And worse, how it made Azzi feel.

She cared what people thought. She always had. But that paled in comparison to how much she cared about what Azzi thought. That silence meant something. And the more it dragged on, the more Paige began to wonder if it meant everything.

Some anonymous account had handed that video to Azzi raw. Without context. Without nuance. Without explanation. Of course Azzi was upset. How could she not be?

And Paige resented the way that memory resurfaced, uninvited and sharp, cutting through everything she’d tried to leave buried. She didn’t like remembering that version of herself—the one who reacted instead of thinking, who tried to numb her hurt instead of facing it. But there it was again, playing on a loop in her head. The truth was, yeah, she got drunk that night. Stupid drunk. Sloppy, loud, reckless in a way she hadn’t been in a long time. And that girl? The one from the video?

She didn’t even remember her name.

She’d barely spoken to her. Someone handed her a shot glass, another song came on, and she let herself get lost in the noise. She danced, laughed too loud, leaned into the distraction. Somewhere in her head, a bitter thought had crept in—If Azzi doesn’t care, why should I? It wasn’t spiteful, not fully. Just wounded and impulsive, the kind of reckless thinking that never led anywhere good.

It wasn’t some calculated betrayal. It wasn’t planned. It was messy and impulsive and fueled by the kind of hurt Paige didn’t know how to sit with at the time. And yeah, maybe the girl had kissed her neck, and maybe Paige didn’t stop it fast enough. But it hadn’t meant anything. Nothing about that night meant anything.

Except the regret.

Because the truth was, Paige had brought the girl home. Not because she wanted her, but because she was drunk, angry, and aching for something to distract her. They had stumbled back to her apartment, laughing too loud, still riding the buzz of liquor and adrenaline. The girl had started to kiss her, hands wandering, breath warm against her skin. Paige let it go for a moment—long enough to feel like she was slipping into something she couldn’t come back from.

But she pulled back. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t pretend. Because no matter how far she tried to run from the hurt, it wasn’t this girl she wanted. It never had been. And she knew, even drunk, even reckless, that sleeping with someone else wouldn’t dull what she felt for Azzi. It would just make it worse. And she wasn’t cruel enough to use someone just to try and forget the person she couldn’t stop loving.

She had mumbled something—an apology, maybe—and asked the girl to leave. Alone again, she’d collapsed into bed with the taste of regret already sour in her mouth.

She hadn’t slept with anyone. But it still felt like a betrayal. Because she knew that no matter how she tried to distract herself, there was only ever going to be one person she wanted. Azzi had always been the one. No one else even came close.

She’d never told Azzi the whole story. Not what it looked like, not what it meant, and definitely not how much it had stuck with her afterward. They’d patched things over, but only on the surface. They’d talked around it, avoided the sharp edges, and let time do the smoothing. But they’d never gone back to that night, never really unpacked it. And now, Paige couldn’t shake the feeling that Azzi might think something worse had happened. Maybe she thought Paige had crossed a line she hadn’t. Maybe she’d filled in the blanks with her own worst assumptions. That thought turned Paige’s stomach. Because Azzi’s silence didn’t just feel like space—it felt like suspicion. And there was nothing worse than knowing the person you loved might be doubting you.

There was another part that made her chest tighten. The photo from the restaurant—of Paige laughing with the woman no one recognized. The internet had latched onto it quickly, theories spiraling within hours. But now, as she replayed it, she wondered how it might have looked to Azzi. Out of context, it looked… loaded. Suspicious, even. And if Azzi asked about it, Paige wasn’t sure how she’d explain without spoiling everything. The truth wasn’t scandalous—it was a secret she’d been carefully planning for weeks.

She even started to wonder if Azzi had actually been upset about the video at all, or if Paige had just projected all her guilt onto it. Maybe it wasn’t the past that stung, but what the present now revealed. What if Azzi was more unsettled by the photo from the restaurant—the woman with her hand on Paige’s arm, the one Paige hadn’t even mentioned—than the video itself? What if it wasn’t about what had happened back then, but about the cracks that had started to show now? What if the silence wasn’t about an old mistake, but about what it exposed—everything Paige had never said, never explained, never been brave enough to confront out loud?

That doubt started to twist in her chest. Maybe the silence was an indication of something deeper. A shift. A change in how Azzi saw them—saw her.

What if this wasn’t just about old mistakes but about the pressure they were both under now? What if Azzi was starting to believe that Paige wasn’t strong enough to carry the weight that came with being seen? The thought gnawed at her, subtle and constant. The questions pressed against her chest, heavy and unyielding, turning her worry into a slow, suffocating ache. Paige could only hope Azzi would answer—just one message, one reply, anything to bridge the silence stretching between them.

She got up sometime after sunrise, unable to lie there anymore. Her body moved on autopilot. Coffee. Shower. A half-eaten granola bar. Everything mechanical, nothing comforting. Her phone remained untouched, unanswered, the screen lighting up with notifications she didn’t check. Because none of those notifications were from Azzi. Paige kept checking, hoping for something, anything. But there was nothing. Just silence. And the longer it stretched, the more it settled into her bones, cold and unrelenting.

Then her eyes landed on the drawer.

She walked over, pulled it open, and gently sifted through everything inside. Beneath a few loose papers and old notebooks sat a small, light blue box, barely the size of her palm. The color alone made her heart ache—a soft, almost sentimental shade that had felt perfect the moment she’d seen it. Inside was a ring. Simple and elegant, set in a delicate silver band with a single diamond, understated but striking. She’d spent weeks finding it—researching styles when no one was watching, texting Aaliyah, Nika, and KK in their group chat late at night with options.

From a couple of weeks ago. 

GROUP CHAT — “No One Tell Azzi 💙"

Paige: ok i’m losing it. which one of these says “marry me forever” but like… in a chill, non-flashy, not-insanely-expensive way???

Paige: like obviously I’d sell a kidney for her but I want it to feel like us not like I robbed a Tiffany’s 😭

Aaliyah: paige omg BREATHE 💀

Aaliyah: but top row, second from the left. it’s giving “lifelong love but make it soft”

Nika: yeah that one. it’s subtle but still says “I’d walk into traffic for you”

KK: you’re so deep in the trenches lmao just pick the one that makes your heart do a cartwheel

Paige: I’m STRESSING. what if it’s too much?? what if it’s not enough?? she’s not even into jewelry like that. she deserves something perfect but like perfect in a quiet way not perfect in a shiny way

Paige: why am i sweating. i’ve looked at the same five rings 47 times

Aaliyah: you’re spiraling and honestly it’s beautiful to witness

Aaliyah: this is like watching a rom-com meltdown in real time

KK: proposal brain got her in a chokehold

Nika: fr you’re one Pinterest board away from completely blacking out

Paige: I JUST WANT HER TO LOVE IT 😭

Aaliyah: she’s gonna say yes even if you propose with a ring pop pls relax

KK: honestly she might like that more 💀

Paige: stop i’m actually considering it now

They’d teased her, but they’d helped her too. It made her feel closer to all of them again, like college hadn’t slipped so far behind her. And it made the idea of proposing feel real, like it belonged to a future that was possible—not just a dream she kept tucked away. That tiny box was a piece of that future. One she’d picked with her people, for her person.

She stared at it for a long time, the weight of it in her hands heavier than she’d anticipated. Not just the metal. But what it meant. What it risked. What it promised.

Then she carefully placed it back and closed the drawer. As her fingers lingered on the handle, something heavy pulled at her chest. That ring, the one she’d chosen on instinct, quietly and without fanfare, held more than intention. It held memories. The bus rides at USA camp, when Paige started to realize Azzi wasn’t just important — she was everything. The first time she saw Azzi laughing in the kitchen of her dorm, barefoot and wrapped in one of her hoodies. The quiet nights tangled on the couch, the whispered dreams about a future they’d only just begun to believe in. The way her name sounded when Azzi said it after a long game, tired but warm. The nights after big wins in college, when they’d sneak off from the noise and stretch time between them — some nights talking for hours about what came next, other nights not speaking at all, just wrapped around each other in quiet, wordless connection that felt like everything. That ring wasn’t just a promise for someday. It was a symbol of every version of them that had existed along the way, every moment that made Paige sure. And now, it sat tucked away in a drawer, waiting. Just like she was.

It wasn’t a decision. Not fully.

It was a pause. A hesitation between the life she wanted and the fear she thought she’d recently outgrown—a fear that still knew exactly where to find her. And now, it whispered something even colder: maybe Azzi didn’t want this anymore. Maybe the silence wasn’t about sorting through things, but stepping back altogether. That thought alone tightened every nerve in Paige’s body, and made her question whether she’d mistaken progress for permanence, hope for certainty.

[sillyzeta]

fated to pretend.

prologue.

platonic yan!batfamily x blind!reader

your entire life was in Paris, France. First you were raised by such a greedy woman and then abandoned for her, you never thought you'd have more family, then a millionaire woman took pity on you and adopted you as her beautiful daughter.

Your life was good, the only bad thing is that you will never be able to appreciate the beauty of the world, you were born without sight, at first it had been a complete curse but soon you adapted and somehow, you improved your own senses. Despite that, you were a little overprotected by the woman you called your mother, but that was okay; you understood her reasons perfectly, almost.

Years had passed, you turned 11 years old and on your birthday, a man appeared, you didn't know him and you definitely didn't know what he looked like, he was just a man, possibly in his 40s, His voice was so deep and hoarse, the fatigue was evident from inches away, but people who are only interested in power recognize status and appearance.

It turned out that your mother was a scammer and had managed to get into the billionaire's bed, As a result, you were born and the woman having achieved her goal, had escaped with money in her hands.

It was a painful story, it really was, but it didn't hurt you at all. A long time ago you stopped considering her your mother and focused on what you could do with your disability.

Leyla, that was the name of the woman, who had made a deal with the billionaire, Bruce Wayne. An agreement that you never knew the parts of, so you could only accept it and leave your home, friends, and life.

The day of your departure was painful, Leyla crying because unfortunately she didn't have that much power in your custody and in the end, true parents win the battle. And so you said goodbye, you got on the plane, and you looked back, you were going to miss your life in Paris.

On the plane, the man didn't say much and neither did you, you didn't see the need to talk to the strange man who claims to be your father when you really don't know if he means it. And even if it is true, you feel that you would have no obligation to call him father in your life.

Your hands played with each other, while you kept your head down, you were undecided whether or not to ask the man in front of you the reasons why he adopted you and how he found you but it was better to be direct once and for all.

‘Sir... I wanna ask you, why you adopt me?’ a soft but direct voice, even if you couldn't see you felt the atmosphere so tense and uncomfortable, surely he had a grudge against the woman for stealing. ‘I really don't know anything about you, nor did I know that woman was a thief.’

‘—You... could have ignored me and moved on with your life, don't you think?’

Suddenly everything went back to silence, this man definitely made you feel more uncomfortable than you thought and you hated how he just stayed silent for a long time, 10 minutes passed and he spoke, finally.

‘I loved your mother... So why did she do it?’ the same question you asked yourself for almost 9 years, “she did it because she wanted to”, that was what you wanted to answer so much, but you had noticed that the man really felt betrayed and you couldn't help but feel empathy for the first time.

‘I don't know, I never fully understood her despite being her daughter, I'll tell you one thing Mr. Wayne.’ You let out such a long sigh, the first conversation and it was already total chaos, a whirlwind full of emotions.‘Don't reflect her on me, I don't want to have anything to do with that woman, you didn't see it but I did, I saw her true nature.’

The air grew tense and Bruce let out a growl. He wanted to tell the girl in front of him that she knew nothing, that she was the best woman he'd ever met, but... was it true? She... She just... sigh.

‘I'm not stupid, I know what this world is like, I was born with this disability and I'll never be able to cure it.’

‘— You sought me out just for what? She sent you a letter admitting her sins and saying there was a daughter of hers missing in France? How stupid.’ Maybe it was your mistake to vent to that man, to your father, but you couldn't help but feel that he had simply idealized the woman who gave birth to you too much and from time to time, We must give a reality check to those who need it most.

Those were the last words you ever spoke to him, Bruce. The journey continued and after that, you stayed quiet simply letting out another tired sigh and focusing on something other than going to an unknown place.

[nyx-y]

⭑.ᐟ WATCH YOUR BACK

II: GOOD LUCK, LITTLE ONE

Pairing: BadBoys!Ateez OT8 x Reader

WC: 6.6k

Synopsis| After your first encounter with Ateez, you are now their new target. Now, you don't tend to break easily... well depending on the situation of course. So, what will Ateez have do to just to see that bold facade of yours fall...hm?

TW!|18+, Bullying, Smut, Stalking, Angst, Cursing, Death threats, Violence (physical, domestic), Assault, Sexual assault, Abuse( emotional, verbal, physical, psychological), Drug use, Drinking (underage), Depictions of Disordered eating, Depictions of panic attacks, Mental illness (depression, PTSD), Self-harm, and Unhealthy coping mechanisms.

DISCLAIMER!|This series is not a representation of the idols as individuals and is to not be taken seriously. If you’re uncomfortable with the content in the series or on my page, then feel free to click off at any moment.

🐈‍⬛ ྀི

"Y/n, oh my gosh you need to hide right now!" Yuji came running up to you as soon as you arrived to your locker as she gave you a scared look. "Um, why do I have to hide Yuji?" You asked as you gave Yuji a confused look. All of a sudden you and Yuji heard girls squealing, which only meant one thing, ATEEZ had just arrived at the school.

"Y/n, you need to go hide right now! " Yuji begged as she shook your shoulders. "Yuji listen, I'm not scared of those assholes alright, I can handle myself okay." You tried to reassure Yuji. "Y/n no please I'm begging you, you are in danger, you need to hide." Yuji whined.

"Yuji, trust me I'm fine, I will be fine, and I'll always be fine okay, stop worrying." You really to convince Yuji, but she didn't seem so convinced by your words.

"Y/n, look around." Yuji ordered. You look around and see that some people who were in the hallway were looking at you with hatred and some with disgusted expressions.

"See Y/n, after you pissed off ATEEZ, everyone in this god forsaken school now hates you, next thing you know, it's gonna be the while damn town!" You blinked a couple of times completely taken back because of what Yuji said.

Everyone hating you wasn't something you were new to, you knew it, you just hated hearing the words said to you, it hurt the scared love-craving little girl inside of you, but you didn't want to show it.

"Yuji, being hated by is not new to me okay, you have nothing to worry about, now come on let's go everyone to class." You grabbed Yuji's arm as you two began walking to class with everyone's eyes fixed on you.

🐈‍⬛ ྀི

You just finish writing notes in your notebook and decided to ask to go to the bathroom to kill time until lunch. "Uhm, Mr. Chan can I go to the bathroom please?" You asked as your raised hand. "Did you your notes, Ms. Choi, If you didn't finish your notes then you can't go."

"Yes, I just finished them." you said with an irritated tone. "Alright then, you can go" your teacher nodded "Thanks." You got up and walked out of the classroom and into the hallway. And as you were walking into the hallway you felt people watching you.

You turned around to see if anyone was there, but there was no one there. But, when you turned around you found yourself being surrounded by Yunho, Yeosang, Mingi, Wooyoung & Jongho. "My fucking god, what in the hell are you doing sneaking up on me like that, what the fuck do you idiots want?" You asked while crossing your arms.

"See, it's only been like 5 seconds and I already wanna punch her in her damn the mouth." Yunho spat while looking at you with disgust. "I would love to see you try, dumbass." You groaned while putting your hands on your hips. "The fuck did you just call me?" Yunho growled while walking up to you.

" My goodness, if you were fucking listening to me the first time, then maybe you wouldn't have asked me to repeat what I said." You grumbled rolling your eyes. "Grab this bitch." you were about to run until Jongho grabbed very tightly causing intense pain in your arm.

"Ow you dick, could you be a little more gentle please?" But calling Jongho a dick only cause him to hold you even tighter. "Where in the are you taking me anyway, Disney Land"? You asked with a mix of sass and sarcasm. "School basement so we can fuck you up". Yeosang snarled without looking at you.

"The fuck me up to do you mean like beat me to death or actually fu-" you teased "The first one now shut up." Yunho interrupted you. "Okay chill out bitch , I was just asking because if it was the case you could've at least given me a minute to get ready." "Why do you talk so fucking much"? Mingi groaned.

"Why do you think everyone in this school is scared of you" you argued "Because they are and you should be too if you wanna breathe for the rest of your life". Wooyoung sneered."I'm not scared so I guess I won't breathe for the rest of my life then" you joked "You'll be scared eventually, I promise you". Jongho reassured as smirked down at you.

"Yeah, I fucking doubt it, so you can just take back your promise". You cackled. "That's what you're saying now, but just wait" Yeosang then grabbed your chin and brought his face to yours making you look him in the eye "Just you wait." Yeosang chuckled. "Well good luck with that." You replied nonchalantly.

"We don't need luck baby, we know what were doing trust me." Wooyoung asserted. "We're gonna beat your ass down believe that, sooner and later you're gonna be crying and saying that you're sorry." Yunho smirked. "I doubt that, so don't try to raise your ego's by doing thinking that I will."

You rolled your eyes. "Trust me bitch, you will." Jongho growled. "You wish you dumb piece of shit" you nagged. "If you say so" Jongho replied while tightening his grip. "Jongho, the basement is down the hall and to your right, everyone is already waiting for us there." Yeosang reported.

You noticed that Jongho loosen his grip when listening to Mingi which gave you a chance to run, so you yanked your arm away and started running. You pushed the others out of the way so they wouldn't grab you. "Come on, let's grab her." Yunho roared as he and the others ran after you.

You ran as fast you could until you saw an empty dark classroom that you could run to, but as you were running to it you hear footsteps.

You turned only to see Jongho running towards you, so you ran into and tried to shut the door but Jongho got in before you could shut the door.

You tried to run around him and out the door but quickly close it came towards you, but when you tried to run away Jongho grabbed you and pushed you up against the wall.

"Let me go asshole." You whined while hitting his arms."Who in the hell do you think you are running from us huh?" Jongho grabbed by your shirt and holding you up against the wall. "Choi Y/N bitch now let me go" You yelled hitting Jongho's arms even harder. "Not a fucking chance" Jongho hissed "Everyone fucking hates you bitch." Jongho roared.

Your squirming came to halt when you heard the words that came out of Jongho's mouth."W-what did you just say?" You stuttered as you looked at Jongho trying to fight the tears that were forming in your eyes preparing to fall down your face.

Jongho on the other hand, notice right away and quickly smirked. "Awe poor baby, did I hurt your feelings." Jongho whispered as he leaned closer your right ear.

All you could was stare at him with tears in your eyes. Again you hated hearing those combinations of words said you, you hated them more since they were true.

Hearing those words coming out of the mouths of family members from both of your mothers side and your fathers side of the family, classmates, teachers, past school board officials gathered up in conference rooms with both you and your mother discussing your behavior and soon expulsion, not hesitating to say the words even though your mother is in the room.

Your father, The evil excuse of a man. The main source to your problems. The one who introduced you to those words and more. Those words that stuck with you your entire life, and will forever stick with you til the day you die. Everyone hates you.

"Hey, earth to bitch." Jongho's laughter brought you back to your senses as he snapped his fingers in your face."There she is, where did you go babygirl" Yunho chuckled teasingly "You left us for a second, did Jongho hurt your feelings little one, hm?" Yunho laughed as he walked up to and began playing with your hair.

"You know, it's a shame that you have such a pretty face." Yunho sighed. "Yeah, if you didn't act the way you do, hell I would have maybe considered going out with you." Wooyoung chimed. "Right with you Woo, kinda sad actually." Mingi added sucking his teeth.

As soon as Mingi finished his sentence, the rest of ATEEZ walking into the classroom you were being held captive in. "The hell is taking you guys so long, huh?" Hongjoong being the last one to enter walked in and immediately knew what was going on. "Oh poor thing, let me guess, you tried to run away and failed." Hongjoong pouted at you teasingly as he walked up to you and the rest of the boys.

You started squirming again, attempting to get out of Jongho's grip but again it was no use, Jongho was strong as hell even you hate to admit it. "Let me go you stupid son of a bitch!" You demanded. "After the choice of words you decided to use, no I don't think Jongho will do that now." Seonghwa replied sucking his teeth.

You started to get irritated and thought of the only way you could get Jongho to let go of you, but you had to be fast. You hastily swung your leg up as it connected with Jongho's crotch, immediately letting go of you Jongho fell to his knees and groaned in pain.

"You stupid little-." San roared as his tried to grab you, you swiftly dodged him grabbing a stapler off of the teacher's desk and swung, hitting San on the side of his head.

San winced in pain as he held his face with his hands. "Son of a bitch!" San shouted as rubbed his hand up against the side of his head, only to feel a staple and wetness running down his face. ATEEZ quickly coming to both Jongho's and San's aid gave you a chance to run as fast as you could out of the classroom.

You didn't turn to look behind you, only focusing on getting away from ATEEZ. You eventually made it to the bathroom and once you got in, you shut the door behind you.

Tears streaming down your face, you felt your own heartbeat through your ears, a painful sting in your chest that you couldn't even stop from the outside of your body by holding your hand up to your chest, it's as if you had just ran a marathon. Your mouth felt dry as if you had been in a left stranded in a desert for days, as for your throat in which felt like sandpaper.

You felt like you were being choked by an invisible force, it felt like air refused to come in and out of your body. Everything in your vision looked like as if you were looking through a fish-eyed lens, everything then look so blurry, you couldn't focus on anything even if you tried.

You began to shiver as chills ran throughout your body, as if you were outside in the winter without the proper gear to keep you warm, all you could do was hold yourself tightly in response. You felt tingles all over your body, pin and needles from head to toe.

You didn't notice that someone had walked into the bathroom. As you were trying to catch you breath, you heard the bathroom door open. "Y/n the teacher Is waiting for- Y/n what's wrong? What happened? Is everything okay?" Yuji asked while she runs up to you. You looked at Yuji and gave her a fake smile.

"Yea I'm fine just thought about something that's all " you replied with a smile still painted on your face. what happened? "Yuji squats down and outs her hands on your shoulder, while looking at you with a worried and slightly concerned face.

"Nothing Important, come on let's go to class I didn't have to pee anyway just wanted to walk around honestly." You answered obviously lying. "Something tells me that you are lying , but I'll believe you, for now" Yuji squinted her eyes at you.

"Yuji, I promise you I'm fine" you smiled at Yuji while laughing at her squinting her eyes at you. "Are you sure that you're "fine" Y/N? " Yuji questioned as she looked at you with a kind smile plastered on her face.

"Yes I'm fine" You reassured at Yuji. "Okay then, well let's get back to class before Mr. Chan sends another person out to get us next" Yuji giggles as she helps you up off the bathroom floor.

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"I can't believe he gave you detention for having a moment in the bathroom, that's so ridiculous fucking" Yuji complained. "I know, he could've at least show sympathy for me or something" You and Yuji walked into the cafeteria when everyone turned and look at you.

"Why is everyone staring at me?" You asked with a confused expression on your face. "The incident that happened yesterday with the boys remember?" Yuji replied. You looked over and saw people looking at you with hatred and other with disgust.

"Oh yeah that, well I'm hungry let's go in the line." You say setting your stuff down at a table in the back of the cafeteria. You and Yuji get into the lunch line to get your food, when you notice that everyone including the lunch ladies were staring at you and whispering.

"Let me guess the teachers and staff know about the Incident yesterday to huh?" You asked clearly annoyed. "Everyone does Y/n, no teachers or staff can help you either." Yuji responded. "Uhm, why is that?" You raised an eyebrow, "Y/n, everyone is so terrified of them and so no one intervenes In situations involving them and any student that crosses them. "

"Well that's messed up and stupid, people in this school are fucking babies." You and Yuji got your lunches and went to go sit down. "Y/n, everyone is staring at you" Yuji whispered. "I know, but honestly I couldn't care less, I got other things to not worry about."

You shrugged until the cafeteria went silent so you and Yuji looked and saw ATEEZ waking into the cafeteria. "Oh just fucking great." You exaggerated. "Woah what happened to San's face?" Yuji questioned.

"Oh nothing, I just bitch slapped him on the side of his head with a stapler." You giggled, smirking at Yuji who in returned looked at you with a horrified. "What, Are you crazy Y/n, why would you do that?" She loudly whispered while looking at you in a panic like state.

"Well, he tried to attacked me so I defended myself ." you shrugged while playing with your food and taking glances at the boys who also happen to be looking at you. "But enough with the unimportant shit, what are you doing after school? Because if you're not doing anything then maybe we could possibly hang out or something." You stared at Yuji waiting for an answer.

"Well actually I have dance practice on weekdays and weekends." Yuji answered while twirling her fork in her noodles. "Wait, you take dance classes?" your eyes widened as you looked at Yuji who then started giggling at you.

"Yea" Yuji giggled, "I've been dancing for year's actually, I meant to tell you this yesterday but I didn't get to because of well... you know." Yuji tilted her head slightly toward ATEEZ's direction. "Well, now I know and I also know why you bring a duffle bag to school now." you laughed.

"Yeah, after school I got straight to dance practice, you can come to watch me dance after school if you want." Yuji gave you a cheeky smile "You can ride with me there, after my dance practice, we can go to the mall or something." Yuji looked at you with excitement.

"Of course, I'll come, Yuji, I wanna see what moves you can do." you smiled at Yuji. "Oh trust me, I can do a lot," Yuji replied giving you a sly smile. You and Yuji laughed, but you slowly stopped when you felt ATEEZ looking at you again.

I mean you weren't scared or anything but you just felt uncomfortable with all of them glaring at you while you were trying to converse to Yuji. So you decided to do something stupid and risky considering your current situation between you and them.

You thought that since you weren't gonna eat your food anyway, you thought that maybe they might... want it, if you know what I mean. I know right, too risky, but you were an unstoppable risk taker and badass, so why not do something that could... No... will get you in even more trouble with them.

You took your milk carton and poured in your rice and then grabbed your fruit and poured that in after, then mixed it until it looked like straight-up puke. While you were doing so, Yuji was watching the whole process while wondering what suspicious acts you were up to this time.

You looked at Yuji who then looked at you and you gave her a wink and picked up the disgusting combination mess you've made and slowly walking to the table where the groups were all sitting at.

Realization hit Yuji one she quickly figured out what you were doing and fearfully watched as you started your leaning arm back, getting ready to throw that abomination your created on your lunch tray at ATEEZ.

Yuji, who was trying protect you, attempted to run up and stop you, hoping to save you from a potential beat down but it was already too late, you threw your beautiful art work directly at ATEEZ.

Everyone in the cafeteria looked at you in surprise considering what you had done. And Yuji looked at you with so much worry but the only thing she could do for you was to say..."Y/n... run...now... GO!"

You looked at Yuji then back at ATEEZ who were now speed walking towards you, So you then took off running into the hallway which caused them to then start running after you. You ran in the hallway turning corners and sharp turns while looking for a room to hide out in.

You then notice the gym ahead of you and began running towards the doors, opening them and running inside. You were greeted by the dim lights and a huge space...Well, not that empty considering that there were bleachers at every corner of the gym.

You heard the gym doors burst open followed by multiple loud footsteps. The boys all started sprinting towards you causing you to run to the girl's locker room, but just your luck...you were grabbed by Hongjoong and Seonghwa, and then you were picked up and carried in forcefully into a huge gym storage closet.

"Put me down assholes!" you shouted at Jongho while hitting his back. " Shut up." Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa shouted in unison. They put you down and pushed you to the floor causing you to hit your butt on the hard floor. The groups all hovered over you with angry faces and your art project on their clothes and faces.

"Hey, I like the designs on your clothes, who did it?" you chuckled. " You think this is fucking funny?" Hongjoong growled while walking up to you angrily. "Yes, yes I do think this is funny." You nodding, smiling stupidly at the boys. San walked up to you and grabbed you by your shirt, pulling you towards him. "I'll show you what's funny bitch" San said angrily and rises his fist and punched you straight in the face.

You fell back on the ground holding your face while watching as the was blood dripping from your mouth."Goddammit, I wasn't ready asshole!" you yelped as you tried to wipe the wine colored liquid from your mouth. "Awe, well then you can be ready for this one then." Wooyoung hissed as he instantly walked up to you.

He was about to punch you; when suddenly you had a chance to stop him. So, you kicked him in his chest and with that he grunted in pain as he fell down on the floor holding his hands up onto his chest while also trying to breath; that gave you time to get up and run out of the gym.

"You guys go get her, I got Woo." Yeosang shouted while kneeling down next to Wooyoung instructing him to breathe slowly in order to get the air fully into his lungs. You ran as you heard Hongjoong shouting. "San, Yunho and Mingi you guys go this way okay? The rest of us will go the other way!"

You were running through the halls trying to find a room the hide in when you saw Ateez coming down the hall you were in. You quickly ran into a huge empty classroom and attempted to shut the door, Ateez busted in knocked you back up against a huge desk in the front of the classroom.

Ateez moves from in front of the door the let Ateez in. "Gotcha bitch." Yeosang walks up to you and tried to grab you push him back using all of your strength.

Luckily for you, it was a good amount because Yeosang went stumbling backward eventually falling and hitting his head on the edge of the huge desk. Jongho walked in and saw Yeosang struggling to get back on his feet as blood trickled down from his forehead.

"You dumb fucking bitch" Jongho gently helped Yeosang up before quickly walked up to you, but before you could attempt to defend yourself, the rest of ATEEZ came in the room.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong grabbed and held you in place while Jeno threw his first two punches at you stomach then at your face. You fell on the floor hard causing you to yelp in pain. Jongho then walked up to you and started kicking you in your stomach multiple times.

Every kick was also a lack of air you received into your lungs. You mouth hung open but no air came in or out, the only thing that came out of your mouth was blood.

Your eyes widened at the sight. You remembered. You hated it. You didn't want to remember It again. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop it. Your body went numb, you're trying to catch your breath, but everything at that this very moment was in slow motion. But everything had soon gone back to its regular pace when you felt a pair of hands gripping at your hair proceeding to yank your head up to face who ever wanted your attention.

"I hope you learn your lesson you little bitch" San stared straight into your eyes which hatred and satisfaction as he watched blood ooze from your face. "Hey San" you looked at him then chuckled "Eat shit asshole" your bloody mouth then formed a smirk. San looked at you with shock and anger, they all did.

They wondering how could you stay so calm after what they had done. How are you not begging for mercy or crying in agony? Seonghwa then grabbed you, lifted you up, and pinned up against the wall.

"What the fuck is wrong you huh? What in the fuck is your problem?" Seonghwa looked straight into your eyes. He was furious, you hurt one of his younger and disrespect his friends, his family, but you couldn't care less.

You gave a sly smirk to Seonghwa "Like I said, it's gonna take a lot more than a couple of ass whoopings to get me to kneel down to bow to you dumb fucks" you laughed "But if you idiot are willing to go so low to get me there you motherfuckers must really love having power over people huh? " you continued to laugh as you pushed out of Seonghwa's grip.

"You all can beat me up, break all my limbs ,or even murder me, but at the end of the day, I won't bow down to you, I won't giving the fucking satisfaction you fuckers deeply crave. So, you can do as you please with me but know this... I don't give a fuck!" You start to laugh uncontrollably.

"And yes I might've cried because of what that muscular bear said earlier back in that classroom but guess what-" you clasped you hands together" I still doesn't change that fact that I just don't give a fuck." You chuckled.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go to the bathroom and washed my face, can't wait to see what you guys do to me next" you turn around about to walked out the door before turning around again to say one last thing.

"I'll be waiting" you winked and ATEEZ in the classroom.They boys looked at each other in amusement as you walked out the door and down the hall.

"Man she's hot." Mingi chuckled as he licked his lips thinking about what just happened, and in return receiving glares from his friends. "Look at me like that all you want, you're all thinking the exact same thing." Mingi teased while looking back at his friend who were now smiling at each other, silently admitting that they thought the same.

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You were sitting in an empty classroom serving your detention, playing with your jacket strings when suddenly you heard the classroom door open. You thought it was the teacher so you turned around, but when you did , you were greeted by someone totally different.

"Aish, what the hell do you want?" You rolled your eyes at the sight of Hongjoong entering the classroom." Just shut the hell up and just my questions, I don't have time for your shit right now." Hongjoong came and sat on your desk, his eyes refusing to leave yours.

"What questions are you about to ask me idiot because I'm really not in the mood" you slouched in your chair and staring out the window. Hongjoong sighed and you then heard a click, so looked and saw a pocket knife in Hongjoong's hands.

"Ahhh, oh my god don't kill me please." You sarcastically replied slightly waving your arms. "Just shut up and answer my damn questions." he demanded while pointing the knife at you.

"Is that supposed to scare m-" Hongjoong cut your sentence by grabbing you by the shirt and holding the knife at your neck. "Shut. Up. Now." His face was now closer to yours " Now, first question, who is your father?" You quickly turned your head in response to Hongjoong's question.

"Wouldn't you like to fucking know?" You chuckled. "What is your goddamn name?" Hongjoong looked at you slightly annoyed. "Choi Jaewun, why?" you looked at him irritated. "Well, a little birdy told me that he's in jail, well... was in jail, he's out now, did you know that sweetheart?" You looked up at Hongjoong who instantly began smirking.

"Oh, you didn't know? Yeah, he's out now." You looked away from Hongjoong, but he grabbed your chin making you look at him again. "Aren't you happy? You get to see your dad again, I bet he's gonna be really happy to see you, don't you think?" In an attempt to snatch your face away from Hongjoong, he then gripped your neck firmly bring you close to his face, leaving no space between the two of you.

"Stop snatching away from me." Hongjoong gritted teeth. He stared at you for a moment, admiring your features. He couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. In return you did the same, admiring his long eyelashes, mysterious dark brown eyes, his pointed nose, and his small plump lips, it's a shame he's such an asshole.

"You know, that little show you put on earlier in that empty classroom was quite entertaining." Hongjoong admitted as he admired your busted lip. Gently rubbing his thumb across your lips, looking repeatedly at your eyes and lips. "The fuck are you looking at?" You spat, "A bitch." Hongjoong responded still looking at your lips.

Hongjoong let his urges get the best of him, there was just something about you. He despised you, yet he couldn't help but wonder what your lips would feel like on his. Hongjoong grabbed your face, roughly connecting his lips to yours, you pulled your face away staring at him surprised.

Hongjoong, obviously not ashamed, smirked at you, " What's wrong love, you surprised?" He tilted his head, as he giggled sinisterly at your face. "You know, the boys and I were talking about you earlier and-" Hongjoong wasn't able to finish his sentence because you cut him off.

"Yeah that's great or whatever, are you done?" Hongjoong a little taken back from your words began to chuckle as he let you go and stepping back and looking at you. "Oh how fun it's gonna be watching you and your father have a nice little family reunion" Hongjoong signed with an evil grin on his face.

"Well that seems nice, let me know when you find him then." You sarcastically smile then start playing with your jacket strings again. Meanwhile Hongjoong was looking at you with shock. "Are you gonna leave or are you just gonna keep looking me like some stupid little five year old?" You looked up at him whilst still playing with your jacket strings.

Hongjoong scoffed and came close to your ear. "Oh Y/n." He then whispers in your ear, "You have no fucking idea what you're getting yourself into, baby." He moves away from your ear and stands up from off the desk then proceeds to walk to the door, but then stops in his tracks.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you suffer Y/n." he winks at you, about to walk out of the classroom until you responded to his words. "Me too." you replied looking at Hongjoong with a small smile, he stared at you for a moment before chuckling and leaving you alone in the classroom.

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Detention is over, and school now is closed for the day. You walked out of the school getting ready to head home. It hasn't even been 5 minutes yet, but you felt like you were being watched. You felt multiple eyes on you, and you knew exactly whose they were, so you stop in your tracks.

"So, you guys are watching me walk home now, it's giving very much stalker?" you turned only to see ATEEZ who were walking now all standing behind you, staring at you with smirks plastered on their faces. "We just wanna make sure you got home safely." Seonghwa paused for a moment, "For your protection, you know."

Seonghwa smiled innocently, but you knew it was bullshit. "Oh really, and what might you all be so eager to protect me from huh?" you looked at the boys clearly with a sarcastic . "Oh now Y/n, you and I both know that the world is a dangerous place."

San smiled, "You never know a person could just grab you, pull you into a back alley or an abandoned building and just beat you to death." You saw the shift in San's demeanor, if the darkness in his eyes weren't there before, it's sure was there now.

"Oh, alrighty then." You smiled sarcastically, rolling your eyes you turned back around to continue walking again until you heard foot steps behind you. You felt someone grab you and push you up against the wall, you looked up and saw that it was Seonghwa, looking down at you with disgust.

"Dammit, why do you motherfuckers keep pushing me up against walls?" you look at them in annoyance. "Because, it's fun looking at you all weak and defenseless that's why." Yeosang smiled stupidly while squeezing your cheeks with his hands, which gave you a chance to bite him, "Ah, you fucking bitch" Yeosang hollered as he fanned his hand around in pain.

"Keep your nasty little sausage fingers outta my face asshole." You demanded, "Listen bitch, you keep running your mouth like that, it's gonna get you fucked up you little b-" you cut off Yunho in his sentence, "Oh for crying out loud, you guys say that shit, but then you don't do a damn thing about it.

So far all you did was chase me around the school like a bunch of animals, and then when you caught me , all you did punch me a couple of times, threaten me, and left." You chuckled, "Like come on, you guys are pathetic."

"Guys, she's right" Wooyoung sucked his teeth. The read of ATEEZ looked at him with both shock and confusion written on their faces. "We've been going to easy on her guys, we gave her couple of punch to the face and she still won't learn, I say we do more." Wooyoung smiled at the groups who finally understood what he meant.

Agreed , I want this bitch to see what it feels like to have something be smacked up against her head, but instead of a stapler, I want it to be with a brick" San stares you down. "Ah Im so scared" you sarcastically. "Look whatever you're gonna make it quick alright I really don't wanna be here with you guys anymore" you replied blankly.

" We want everyone to see what happens when you constantly fuck with us, including your little friend, Yuji." he chuckled. " Yea, well I mean she did try to warn you, but you just didn't listen, did you?" Wooyoung shook his head at you then chuckled. " Well, I'm not the type to listen to a persons warnings, mkay?" You sassed. "I don't care about the consequences."

You laughed while shrugging your shoulders. San then walked up to you, placing his hand on your chin, making you look up at him. "If only you knew what that mouth of yours can get you into." San smirked while shaking his head, you on the other yanked your chin away from San's grip.

" Oh my goodness, I honestly don't care, at this point in my life, I honestly don't care if I live or die." You shrugged, " So, hurt me all you want I don't care, you can beat me up, torture me, I mean shit you guys can even kill me if that's what you want, do whatever I couldn't care less." Hongjoong raised his eyebrows at you and grinned.

"Now again I say, let me go, so I can go home a sleep." You ordered. "You're a little fucked up in the head aren't you." Hongjoong replied walking up to you. Hongjoong did a shoo-ing hand motion toward Seonghwa, letting him know to step away, Seonghwa nodded in response and walked over to the rest of Ateez.

"Fuck you." sweetheart." Hongjoong chuckled, "But you pushed me away and the only thing I managed to get was a kiss, it's a shame." Hongjoong moved away from your ear and was now looking into your eyes, "You would've had the best time of your life in there with me." And with that Hongjoong winked and moving away from your face.

They all looked at you skeptically as they think about what you just said. But then they all look at each other, then nodded and signaled Seonghwa unpinned you from the wall.

Seonghwa hesitated but then sighed as he began unpinning you, huffing in irritation clearly upset that he didn't get to do anything to you as San put his arm around his shoulder.

"So with that being, since you don't care what we do to you, I guess all we can say before we let you go is..." Hongjoong came close to your face and said, "Good luck, little one." he looked at you with a smirk on his face.

"You're the little one." You then stuck out your tongue and spit at him cause some spit to get on Hongjoong's face. Hongjoong took deep breath before charging at you until Seonghwa stopped him midway. "Calm down and wait til tomorrow, she'll get what she deserves" Seonghwa eyed you up and down.

Seonghwa then signaled Hongjoong to walk away from you, but while Seonghwa began walking away, you noticed that Hongjoong was standing still in front of you, eyeing you up and down before he chuckled and proceeded go back to his group. And you watch as ATEEZ and began walking away fading into the darkness of the street in front of you." Assholes" you mumbled as you turned around and began walking home.

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You got dress after you got out of the shower and began climbing onto your bed when you got a phone call from Yuji.

You: "Hey Yuji, wassup."

Yuji: "OMG Y/n are you alright, I saw what happened to you.

Y/N: "Wait how did you see what happened to me."

Yuji: "Some guy recorded it and posted it, he also sent it to everyone in the school."

You: "Of course he did, but yeah I'm good, I guess."

Yuji: " Y/n seriously I think you should just leave them be or apologize because I'm getting really worried for you and I really don't wanna see you get hurt."

You: " Yuji, chill out I'm fine okay I don't care about what they do to me."

Yuji: "Well, I do and I really want you to see that."

You: " Yuji, you're really over reacting about this whole situation."

Yuji: " Overreacting, I care about you Y/n and I don't want to see you get hurt by them anymore."

You: " How could you possibly care for me Yuji? You've only known me for two whole straight days, it just doesn't make sense to me."

Yuji: " Y/n I think you need to realize that there are people who care about you, like your mom, me, and your family."

You: "My family doesn't give a damn about me, my mom honestly just tolerates me, you're just in my life temporarily here."

Yuji: "Temporarily, What is that supposed to mean?"

You: " Well, yeah. I mean who would honestly want to be friends with me, huh?"

Yuji: " Me, I would want to be friends with you. Do you not think that anyone would wont to?"

You: " Yeah actually, everyone fucking hates me Yuji. Why do you even want to be friends with me huh?"

Yuji: "Because Y/n, you're a cool person. When I saw you, your hair, and your style, I immediately thought, holy shit, this girl looks badass as fuck, I need to be friends with her."

You: " Yuji you don't know what you're talking about and you're making a fool of yourself for hanging out with me and wanting to be friends with me?"

Yuji: "Well, then I guess I'll be a fool."

You: " Yuji, you can be serious right now, Ugh whatever, something tells me that you're not gonna let up that easily so, are you sure you wanna be friends with me?"

Yuji: "Yeah, dude I wanna be friends with you Y/n, look, you need to be more positive, okay? Everyone is not gonna hate you, unless you make them, and well, I guess you kinda already did that."

You: " Ha, yeah I kinda did, huh? Well, Mingi was being a jerk and clearly scared the kid to death."

Yuji: "Yeah I know, but what about when you trash talked them yesterday, hit one of them today with a stapler, and then threw food on all of them during lunch, huh?"

You: "Yeah okay, I guess that was all my doing. But, anyways it's to late to turn back now so, might as well just along with whatever is gonna happen to me for the school year anyways."

Yuji: "But, Y/n you-."

You: "Yuji, I'll be fine trust me alright. I'm not scared okay, i got this, i'm ready."

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[fou4summer]

Just tell me you love me

yoo jaeyi × fem!reader

Synopsis: Your ex keeps calling and texting, inviting you over just for sex. You keep going back, hoping for her love, but all she’s using you for is that one thing, leaving you stuck in a cycle of unfulfilled desire.

Warnings: smut!, smoking, drugs, exes to lovers, choking

Genre: Smut, Angst

Word count: 1.9K

"F-fuck right there..." You said grabbing her hair and pushing her head deeper.

"Stop fucking moving so much." She held you down as you screamed her name in pleasure.

You knew this was stupid, going back to her knowing she'll just use you and get rid of you again. You loved her. You loved when she kissed you after you finished, but you felt empty again when she left.

Yet now you came all over her face before she got up from her knees, kissing you. The kiss almost made you tear up. The way she held you by the waist. And then she ruined it again.

"I'm off. I'll call you." She said before disappearing like always. You wanted to ask her to at least stay the night, but you already knew that her answer was going to be a no. You cried yourself to sleep that night while she probably just fucked some other girls.

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"I'm telling you, leave her ass once and for all. Go find someone who knows how to treat a human being." Your best friend tells you as he orders two coffees.

"I know, but you wouldn't get it. She loves me, and I love her. She just needs to say it." You say, taking the drink before you both sit down.

"Then she loves all the girls she fucks Y/N." He stated as he took a sip of the coffee.

"Wow, thanks for being such a great friend..." You say, sighing. You knew he was right, but you kept telling yourself that maybe he's wrong and that she loves you.

"I'm just being honest. Yeah, I get it, she's hot and rich, but she's not the only girl in the world. You can do better than that. You don't need someone to use you all the time." The words he said were so true, but you knew you had to leave her for once. So you decided that you finally would.

"I'll do it. I won't answer her calls, or let her come over. I'm done with her." You said before you both left the café.

"That's what I want to hear! Tonight we should go to my friend's house party to find you someone good." He chuckled, holding his hand up.

You rolled your eyes as you high-fived him.

-

"I don't think this is a good idea!" You yell since the music was too loud.

There were people everywhere. Some making out, some fighting, puking... It was an experience, really.

"I know! This is a great idea!" He laughed, grabbing you a drink. You walked behind him, following him around. He said his friends were around there and that you should meet them. After passing the large kitchen, you arrived at the living room. There were a lot of people, and there were his friends.

"Hey yall! This is Y/N!" They all looked up at you. After everyone introduced themselves, you sat down and talked a bit. You realized they were all using drugs and smoking cigarettes or weed. They gave you a bottle of beer. You drank half of it, hating the taste. You tried to forget about her and how she’s probably with someone else right now. Then your phone vibrated.

She was calling you. Your best friend saw, grabbed your phone, and answered it.

"Jaeyi, she's busy right now. Go find someone else to play with!" He laughed after ending the call. Your eyes widened at how easily he said it.

"Hey! Maybe that was too harsh, don’t you think?" You asked, looking at the ended call.

"It's Yoo Jaeyi, she doesn't know what's harsh and what isn't. We said you're forgetting about her!" He took a sip of his beer before turning around to talk to others. You looked at your phone, and multiple messages appeared. All from her.

Yoo Jaeyi: What the fuck Y/N?!

Yoo Jaeyi: Where are you?

Yoo Jaeyi: I'm coming over there.

You panicked reading the messages. You replied with several "please don’t come" but she didn’t even see them. You told your best friend, and he told you that she couldn’t know where you were, and that you should relax.

-

After some time you forgot about what happened and you were already drunk when one guy approached you.

"Hey there." You turned around to look at him. He was kind of good-looking, and you wanted to forget about her fully, so you went with it.

He took your hand, walking you through the crowd. Your best friend had gone to the bathroom, so he didn’t even know what was going on. As you reached the stairs, you felt someone grab your other hand, making you turn around.

Yoo Jaeyi.

"Come on, let's go." She said, pulling you with her. The guy went in front of you.

"Who are you? Her mom?" He asked making her start laughing.

"Get out of here, yeah?" She handed him a small bag of pills. You supposed they were drugs. He mumbled something before walking away. She took your hand, leading you outside. You tried to break free from her grip, but it was too strong. You reached her car when she finally let go.

"Let me go Jaeyi! How did you even know I was here?!" You yelled at her, as you felt dizzy.

"I'll always find out where you are princess." Her voice deep and calm. It was almost hypnotizing. You couldn't do it, not now.

"Leave me alone! I want you away from me and I hate you!" You didn't even realize you were crying. Out of all the things, she chose to smile as she came closer. You walked backward until your back hit her car. She was now inches away from you, her hand reaching your face.

"You look so pretty when you're crying." She wiped your tears before trying to kiss you. You pulled away.

"I can't do this! Move Jaeyi!" You started to push her away, but she didn't budge. She grabbed your wrist, unlocking her car and opening the door.

"If you walk away now, I’ll leave you alone forever. I won’t contact you again. But if you get in the car... I’ll make it worth your while, like I always do." You hesitated, looking between her and the seat in the car. You knew that if you went in, you’d regret it. But if you walked away...would she really leave you alone?

Your head ached, and everything felt overwhelming. You hesitated, but then you saw her smirk. You didn’t want to be without her. You quietly got into the car, and she smiled even more before closing the door.

-

You arrived at her massive house you knew very well. She took your hand leading you to her bedroom. You sat on her bed as she sat right next to you. She took her coat off throwing it on the floor. She looked so beautiful.

"Come on, love. Let me give you what you deserve." She makes you lay down as she hovered over you. You hated yourself for what you were doing right now. You fell into her trap again, but it felt so good. She unzipped your skirt before slipping her hand into your underwear.

"You're always so wet and yet you still deny me..." She pushed one finger inside you, making you arch your back. She added one more, and another right after. She didn't give you time to adjust, already going at the fast pace making it hurt.

"Slow d-down Jaeyi...p-please" You pushed her away a bit squeezing her shoulders.

"You wanted to fuck that guy huh? You wanted to forget about me? That won't fucking happen Y/N, do you understand? I won't let you forget about me." She went more rough each second as she took your shirt off right before unclasping your bra and throwing it on the other side of the bed.

She put her head close to your chest, making your hand push her even closer. It all felt so perfect.

"I don't fucking hear you Y/N." She slowed down sucking on your neck.

"F-fuck yes, I will never forget about you!" You felt so pathetic, but she was fucking you so good that she erased all your thoughts and plans about you leaving her for good.

"I knew it, you will always be my little slut." She ran her tongue all over your body, her fingers going faster.

"I-I'm so close! Please don't s-stop!" You scream out as you wrap your legs around her waist making her go harder.

"Fuck, you're such a whore Y/N." She left marks all over your neck, wanting to show everyone that you belong to her. You were whimpering and moaning her name over and over. She placed her free hand around your neck slightly choking you. That just made you reach your high, coming all over her fingers.

"I lo-love you Jaeyi!" You moaned out and she stopped, getting her fingers out of you.

"What did you just say?" She was still gripping your neck as she pulled your face close to her.

"I love y-you..." You barely got the words out as you felt tears streaming down your face. She let out a shaky sigh. You didn't know why, but it made you cry even more.

"Y/N, no, stop fucking crying...Why are you telling me that now and not when we were in a fucking relationship!?" She realized that she was choking you really hard, so she let go making you cough.

"I'm sorry..." You whispered, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

She walked around her room before kicking a chair making it fall.

"Y/N what the fuck do you want me to do now huh?!" She raised her voice making you flinch a little.

"Tell me you love me..." You said looking up at her. She let out a chuckle as she ran a hand through her hair.

"You think I can do that? You think im gonna be able to be with you again? I dont do relationships anymore...Not after you..." She sighed, but you took her hand making her sit down. You slowly sat down in her lap, taking her face in your hands. You felt like you had to make this work.

"We'll make it work...please Jaeyi. Change for me...I know you can..." Her eyes were watery as she placed her hands over yours. She looked so pretty like this, when shes not being serious and rude.

She hesitated, you could see it in her eyes that she thought about everything. She really wasn't dating anyone after you two broke up. She thought no one could replacr you thats why she never tried.

"Promise me...that we'll really make it work this time...please Y/N...please promise." She grabbed your waist almost desperately, placing her head on your chest pulling you closer. You never saw her act like this, not even when you were dating. Like she was shouting and cussing two minutes ago and now she was acting like some lost puppy.

"I promise love, I promise we'll make it work." You ran your fingers through her hair as she nodded moving even closer to you.

You stayed like that for a while, as she didn’t want to let go. Eventually, you managed to get her to lie down under the covers, and she wrapped her arms around you once more, holding you close. You weren’t sure what had changed in her, but you finally had her back. You didn’t have to leave in the mornings anymore.

A/N: Hey guys! This was supposed to be for Seulgi cause she reminded me of this song, but in the end I went for Jaeyi instead. I'm thinking about writing the next fic for Seulgi tho! Thank you so much for the support!

[levissslutt]

His brat

Warnings: just fluff ;) maybe a kith or two

"You can walk away from me all you want baby, but you only hurting yourself here." Jey yelled at you as you were walking away from him, after yet another fight. Everyone around the two of you aways laughed at yalls arguments because they said they were childish and could be talked out. Which was true. They often referred to y'all as 'the old marry couple.'

But tonight he'd taken it too far. He called you a brat.

You didn't care how silly it sounded or how pointless it was, but you really fucking hated being called that, well mostly because it was true. It wasn't your fault. You may be a grown ass women, but you were spoiled. You never had to lift a pretty little manicured finger for anything. A nepo baby if you will. However you absolutely hated when people called you that.

Just cause you came from some money meant nothing about your personality or your out look on life and so when someone called you a fucking brat, it made you snap. It wasn't fair, who was he to make fun of you.

"Stop walking away from, baby." You could clearly tell Jey was holding in a laugh. He honestly did not think you were serious until he saw your eyes get glossy. Oh she a brat for real, he thought .

You didn't stop. You stormed off hips swaying...towards his car.

He chuckled lightly as he watched your red sequence dress dance off the moonlight. Your hips moved in such rhythm and confidence he wondered, why the hell you chose to act the way you did.

You crossed your arms facing the passenger door, leaving enough space for him to open it for you once he reached it. "You really is something else lil mama, get yo ass in this car."

You were mumbling under your breathe, but hadn't stopped moving since he opened the door.

He rounded the vehicle, entering his own side. As he was fumbling with the radio he looked over at you. Arms still crossed looking out the window.

He let out a silent open mouth laugh. 'This girl is not for real yo.'

Sighing he said, "Im sorry baby, I shouldn't have called you that." He settled on apologizing, knowing you were too stubborn to let it go tonight. Your eyes flickered over to him, tears still pooled at the brim of your eyes.

"Come on baby stop crying, come here." He motioned for you to come to him.

"Im not crying Jey." You sniffled as a single tear fell.

He smirked, chuckling and shaking his head to himself, then wiping the loose tear.

"C'mere baby Im sorry f'real." You scooted into his lap, still pouting.

His hands rested on your thighs, silence easing the slight tension in the car. He nestled his nose against the side of your head as you leaned into his chest. "You gotta stop all that damn whining n shit ma."

Crossing your arms, you pouted again. "If you would stop being mean to me I wouldn't have a reason to, Im just a girl y'know."

He huffed through his nose, grinning into your hair. "You really are something the fuck else girl, you wanna chill in here for a bit?"

You wiped your face gathering your senses, huffing out a curt 'yes'.

He lightly peppered kisses on your temple, trying to soothe you, " ya knoww, if you relax for a bit I might can make you feel better."

Intrigued you lifted an eyebrow at him, as he was reaching into his armrest, pulling out a looseleaf pack. Your face lit up, but you turned quickly so he couldn't see.

He definitely saw that smirk already.

He only smiled pulling out the perfectly pearled blunts, lighting one and passing it to you. You inhaled, letting the smoke feel your chest, and then exhaling.

Your nerves where already at bay. You may had been overreacting to that silly little name he called you, but he knew better and that's what made you upset.

It was fine now because not only were you sitting perfectly on his lap, wriggling around, teasing him. You now had a blunt in hand and jimmy jams playing through the car. He watched you incredibly amused at your innocent attempt to turn him on. But oh how it was working.

Nonetheless he enjoyed the show.

A thought popped into your head, "Joshua."

He hummed at you, eyebrows raising as he took a pull from his own blunt.

"If you take me to get a slushy, I'll officially forgive you."

His chest rumbled behind you, "Yea baby?"

You nodded, turning to look right at him. "Im not a brat." Face serious, what made you look all the more adorable.

He kissed you, slowly, he pulled away just enough to see you before pecking another kiss to your lips.

"I know baby, now lets go get a slushy so yo ass can stop pouting."

And with that you slid off his lap and back into the passenger seat, taking another pull from the perfected blunt, he drove off and into the night to go get his brat a damn slushy.

[thedevilsoftruth]

♡ •Bedtime Story •♡

B. Barnes x afab reader

Summary: Bucky comes back home to his family after a few weeks of being stuck in another state for his work for congress.

Tags: ( 5k+ words ) heavy smut! Small Sam Wilson cameo at the veeerrry end of this fic. Bucky's terrible pregnancy kink, dilf bucky?, established ( married ) relationship, very vulgar language, cunnilingus, Bucky being a smart ass, dirty talking, piv sex, mentions of postpartum ( reader is still in her postpartum phase, ) vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, reader is very touch sensitive and touch starved, not beta read!

Thought this was a cute concept, and also I'm getting very close to my ovulation period, and I need this man to do very bad things to me or else I'll die. Goodnight.

[ My marvel request box is back open. Please see my pinned post for my request rules. ]

Mdni! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet.

The front door opened with a soft click.

The warm air from the house welcomed Bucky as he walked inside quietly, shutting the door behind him. His coat was drenched from the rain, his body shivering underneath it. He kicked off his shoes and set them by the door, taking off his coat and then setting it down in the coat rack.

He set his keys down on the accent table next to the door with a heavy sigh.

It was almost one in the morning. He knew you probably wouldn't be awake, and he felt bad for not texting you. But not really; he wanted it to be a surprise.

He would worry about his things in the car when the morning came. For now, all he wanted was to see his wife.

The living room was cluttered with childrens toys, and he almost stepped on a little car as he made his way down the hallway. There were blankets tossed lazily on the couch, torn up dog toys scattered across the dining room--and weirdly inside the kitchen.

He noticed your brothers car outside. He kind of figured you'd have him over as you were dealing with both a feisty toddler girl and a baby boy.

Bucky had felt bad for leaving you for so long, but the both of you knew how important his work was to him. Still, that did not take away his longing for you.

He made his way past the army of toys on the floor and towards the stairs, which where baby proofed with a little gate. He unlocked it, closed it behind him, then excitedly rushed up the stairs. He couldn't wait to see you.

He opened the bedroom door quietly. He immediately noticed that the lights were on in the bathroom, and that the bed was empty as he stepped in. He closed the door behind him and made his way into the bathroom.

It didn't take long for you to notice him. You turned to face him mid way through screwing a box of chocolate covered almonds shut. You had a few in your hands, and you had a little bit of chocolate on your face.

You didn't look the most appealing in that moment. Your hair was incredibly messy in a bun at the top of your head. Only a few strands were actually inside the scrunchie, the rest of your hair spilling out chaotically around your face. You wore a robe around your body and sweatpants.

He couldn't stop the wide smile that was spreading across his face. He didn't look that great either. His hair was getting long again and so was his facial hair.

And he kind of stood there for a moment, just watching you watching him.

" Hi, " he finally cracked, his eyes crinkling as he smiled foolishly. You looked back, stuffing an almond in your face.

" You're home. " You commented, trying to finish your chocolate before you could get excited.

" Sure am. " He said, his eyes falling onto the baby monitor on the countertop. His smile never once dropped as he looked at your little baby boy shift in his crib in the nursery.

Suddenly, Bucky throws his arms around you and inhales your scent.

" How's the mama doing? " He asked you, swaying you side to side in his arms. He missed you so much. He hated being away from you, especially in the state that you were in. Even though he knew you said you were fine with being alone, it hadn't been too long since you last gave birth. He knew it'd slowly drive you mad over time.

" Just tired. " You told him, running your hand on his forearm. He smiled, kissing your jaw sweetly.

" I would imagine. " He spoke, turning you around to face him. He cupped your face and soothingly ran his thumbs on your cheeks. You hummed, practically melting into his touch. You both missed eachother so much. It felt like forever since you had been in each other's arms.

You could just stare at eachother for hours. Or just simply be next to each other and enjoy the silence between you too. And that was what made you love Bucky so much; he didn't take up all your social energy but he didn't take away from it either. The silence was never awkward for the both of you.

He took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles sweetly. He kept your hand in his as he rocked you in his loving embrace. Him being home and safe was the best thing you could have heard after the stressful week you had been having.

" I'm sorry I had to leave you here for so long. " He apologized, a sad look falling upon his handsome face. You managed a weak smile, rubbing your thumb over his.

" Something something congressman stuff. " You grinned, naturally this time. Bucky chuckled, running his vibranium hand up and down your back.

" Yeah, something like that. " He muttered, leaning in for a kiss. You stood on your toes slightly, craning your neck back as he bent down to kiss you. You hummed softly against his lips as they moved against yours, pecking at them, warm and wet. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, and a pleasurable moan escaped from his mouth. His vibranium hand on your back moved to the back of your head for support, his flesh hand moving to your check as your arms snaked around his neck. Then, Bucky being Bucky, decided to mess with you and bit your lip playfully. You gasped and hit his chest jokingly, pulling away from the kiss.

" I missed you. " He said, chuckling. You squinted your eyes at him, pursing your lips. And he had this big grin on his face that you wanted to punch and kiss at the same time. Your hand stilled at his chest, your palm opening slightly right where his dog tags hung loose. Once the laughter subsided, there was a slight tinge of bittersweet desire hanging in the air, and the two of you just kind of stared at eachother for a moment.

" I missed you too. " You responded, a light blush spreading across your cheeks. He missed your blush, missed your smile, missed you--his wife--all in general. He placed his flesh hand on your cheek, and leaned in to kiss you again. You could feel the cold metal of his wedding ring against your warm cheek, and that made you smile against his lips.

His kissed trailed off, from your lips to your blushing cheek, his hand moving down to the side of your neck. You moaned softly, his lips latching onto that little spot on your neck he knew you were super sensitive to.

Your fingers curled around his dog tags through his shirt. His hands dropped to your hips, his lips sweeping across the soft, sensitive skin on your neck sweetly. You pushed back your hair, giving him more access to you. He hummed in response, his tongue darting out between his lips to lick and suck on your skin gently. A little whimper left your mouth as he did so.

" Mm... That feel good, sugar? " He inquired in your ear, his warm breath fanning over your neck. You whimpered in response, your stomach filling with butterflies at his words. He placed hot, rough, open-mouthed missed between the crook of your neck, to the side of it, and making your head spin with the desire that was quickly becoming evident in your pants.

" Bucky, " you whispered, the tags under his shirt clinking together softly under your grip on them. His hair was damp from the rain. He felt like he was making you slightly uncomfortable with how cold and wet he was.

" Hmm? " He hummed. His hand came down between your legs, making you shiver under his touch. He cupped your sex roughly, bringing your body up and forward slightly as he did so. You gasped, your grip on his tags getting tighter.

" You're kinda wet... " You commented, running your hand down the sleeve of his rain-stained shirt. He chuckled, the sound rich and rumbling deep from within his chest.

" So are you. " He said with that cocky, boyish grin you loved so much as he pulled away from your neck. You bit your lip, knowing full well he was right. His large hand squeezed around your center, massaging it through your sweatpants gently.

" Hey, I know you just gave birth 3 months ago, but you wouldn't mind having baby number 3, right? " Bucky joked, though nothing about that joke was funny to you. Your smiled dropped and you scoffed at him.

" Ha. You're funny. " You told him, putting one hand on your hip and giving him ' the mom look. ' That grin on his face never left.

" Come on, gorgeous. You know I'm just playing. " Your " real funny " husband reassured you, leaning back down to give you yet another kiss. But you returned it so quickly, kissing him back with the same hunger he gave you. Your hand went down to his stomach, the familiar feeling of his abs under your palm bringing you back to your pre-marital stages. Before you begun running after your messy children who wouldn't eat their dinner like a headless chicken. You smiled at the idea, and by the sigh he left against your lips, you could tell he was thinking the same. (....or maybe the chili cheese dog he probably had for lunch. )

" Come here, " he grunted, wrapping his arms around your thighs and picking you up and making you squeal. " I'm taking you to bed. "

His lips stayed on yours all the way through. He walked out of the en suite bathroom in your bedroom and gently dropped you down onto the bed. Your body softly bounced on mattress as you were laid down.

Bucky quickly ripped off his coat before he joined you in bed. He crawled over your body, locking eyes with you as he moved himself between your legs. You took out the scrunchie in your hair, shaking your head to get it out of it's place as a very bad bun on your head.

It had been a very long time since you last had sex with him. Maybe it went as back as your second trimester, but it had been so long that you couldn't even remember when it was.

His lips found yours once more in a steering kiss that took your breath away. His hands went to the belt of your robe, working to untie it while his tongue was too busy trying to sword fight with yours--or whatever it was doing.

Bucky slowly opened your robe to his hungry gaze, pulling away from your lips to run his hand down your stomach with his vibranium hand, making you shiver. You were topless under the robe, now half naked and exposed in front of him. He gulped hard, his Adams apple bobbling as he did so.

" Oh, baby... " He whispered, eyeing you up and down. God he missed your body so much. His hands ran down your sides, stopping at your hips. He thought of the two times he had gotten you pregnant, how lucky he was to have you and his two between children. Thoughts of the nights where you had been trying for Steve--your youngest, flooded his mind. And honestly he was getting a little bit harder just thinking about it.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and sweatpants. He looked you in the eyes and smiled.

" Lift up for me, pretty girl. " He instructed, watching as your hips moved the second he asked you to move them. With your hips lifted in the air, he could easily roll your sweatpants down your legs.

You were getting butterflies so hard. He was so sweet and gentle with you as he leisurely discarded the rest of your clothes. It was so different compared to the crazy amounts of hard sex he had with you in the beginning stages of your relationship. This felt real to you. This felt like love to you.

Once you were completely undressed, Bucky couldn't help but just stare at you. You were so beautiful; every inch of you was like a work of art. His hands ran up and down your soft, plump thighs, squeezing them gently. His eyes raked up and down your body. He felt like your beauty was knocking him dizzy.

" You, " he breathed, picking up your leg by the arch of your foot, kissing your calf. His eye were heavy lidded as he looked at you. " Are so beautiful. "

His lips trailed from your calf to the inside of your thigh, dragging them slowly across your skin, making you shiver. And maybe, for a moment, you were actually considering baby number 3.

Bucky knew sure as hell that he was. He loved his little demons and would never turn you down if you asked him for another. Maybe you'd let him in the future, after all, you had just gotten out of postpartum.

His flesh hand ran down your leg before stopping between your thighs. He set his palm on your pelvic bone, his thumb coming in contact with your aching clit. Your body shook, and he smirked at your reaction and at how desperate you seemed.

" Poor baby, "he cooed, kissing your inner thigh before rising up to kiss your lips. His thick two middle fingers ran down your slit, your slick coating his fingers.

" You were probably so touch-starved without me here, hm? "

You mewled loudly as his thumb went back on your clit. The tip of his middle finger traced your entrance teasingly, driving you crazy. His touch on your clit was feather-like, barley even there.

" Bucky... " You whined, your hips arching into his hand, seeking more friction. He chuckled darkly at your reaction to his touch.

" Hm? Something you need, sugar? " He asked you in that familiar cocky time you were way too used to. You wanted to punch him so bad. He knew exactly what he was doing.

" Fuck you. " You spoke through gritted teeth in spite. Bucky gave you a fake pout.

" Is that the way you talk to your husband? " His hands withdrew from your core, making you feel empty even though they were barley there in the first place. " I guess you don't want me to touch you then, no? "

"No-no! I want you to touch me. " You practically begged, trying to open your legs more to provoke him. He grinned.

" Oh yeah? You want me to? ''

Little shit was trying to make you beg.

And it was working.

" Please, Bucky. " You whimpered, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt as you looked at him pleadingly. How could he ever say no to you like that? He smiled, finally giving in. He wasn't going to tease you for very long because he knew how much you needed him.

" Okay, I'm sorry. " He apologized with a tooth grin, running his flesh hand back down between your legs. The second his hand came in contact with your aching core, you immediately felt relief wash over your body. His fingers drifted up and down your little clit, petting it almost. Your eyes rolled back, your back lifting off of bed. Bucky smirked at your reaction.

His thumb twirled harsh circles around your clit, making you moan loudly.

" Sensitive there, baby? " He teased. He took your tiny, quaking bud in between his fingers and pinched it gently. " I've barley even touched you and you look like you're about to explode. " He laughed darkly, lowering his head between your thighs.

You felt your breath being captured in your throat as he licked a long straight line from your entrance to your clit. The tip of his tongue slowly lugged up and down your little bundle of nerves. Up and down. Up and down

His two middle fingers dipped into your entrance steadily, the tips of them lightly brushing up against your warm walls. You groaned gutteraly, your head thrown back onto the soft mattress. Your fingers snaked into his brown, outgrown hair and you tugged on his scalp. He moaned against your cunt, soft vibrations being sent to your cunt and making you shiver.

" Fuuck, " he groaned lowly, his blue eyes rolling into the back of his head as he ate you out like a fucking starved man. " God, I missed this pussy. "

He parted his lips and flattened his tongue against your slippery folds then shook his head against your cunt. You squealed, your thighs jerking and clenching around his head. You bit down on your finger, your hips arching toward his face, begging for more friction.

" Did you touch yourself while I was gone, hmm? " He inquired, grinning, flicking his pretty blue eyes up to meet your gaze. Your eyes feel on his and your pussy fluttered at the look he was giving you.

" It's not the same is it? " He questioned, his lips pecking around your soft clit. Your brows curled up, your mouth opening in a little ' o ' shape. He knew you too well.

" Bucky... " You breathed. He sucked on your clit, making you gasp and shake in his arms. He knew what you were trying to do; you were trying to get him to shut up because he was embarrassing you.

" Did you think of me--hmmph.. touching you like this? "

His words send shivers down your spine. His voice was low, deep and smoother than a warm glass of milk.

" I bet you did. Dirty girl. " His fingers curled up into you, right in the spot he knew you loved so much. What was scary about it was that he knew where your little spot was and could hit it at any time he wanted, but chose not to; all just to tease you.

Your toes curled into the red silky sheets on your shared bed. You tugged on his hair harder, loud moans and cries leaving your mouth as he kissed and sucks in your pussy. Your face felt hot, and your cunt felt unnecessarily over-sensitive. You were going to break at any moment.

His lips closed around your aching clit, and he slowly bobbed his head against your cunt, sucking on it roughly. You closed your eyes tightly, your thighs shaking around your husband's face.

Bucky rose from your legs, substituting his mouth for his thumb to his his jaw a break. His two, long, thick middle fingers sunk deeply into your cunt. And he still had his wedding ring on. You couldn't control the loud, gasping moans that we're leaving your lips. Bucky loved it when you got loud for him; your loud moans told him he was doing something right and he loved testing how loud he could make you.

" Does that feel good, sweet girl? " He asked you, bending down to kiss you deeply. Your lips quivered against his, wet and puffy. You moaned in approval into his mouth. He grinned, pulling back and wiping his mouth. His fingers pumped in and out of you at an intoxicating sweet and fast but sensual pace. You stared at him with heavy lidded eyes, biting your lip.

" God, it's like you're in fucking heat right now. " He laughed, rubbing a hard line up and down your cunt. Your face became redder at his thoughts, your thighs clenching around his arm. He forced your legs back open.

" Oh, fuck you. " You sighed, letting your head fall back down onto the mattress. He hummed, cupping his hand around your shaking sex.

" Geez, honey. " He scoffed, lowering his head back between your thighs. A muscle in your core tensed, bracing for the impact his tongue was going to have on your sensitive flesh.

" You kiss your husband with that mouth? " He joked, his tongue rolling across your slit and making your hips jerk. God you hated his stupid, snarky, smart ass mouth. You gently smacked his face with your thigh.

" I'm gonna beat your ass. "

Like you could. He scoffed again at the thought of that. He was amused, and you were only fueling his fire.

" See, you like to talk like that, but the second I'm between your legs, you finally shut up. " He replied, his fingers curling in and out of you. He was right; you were a complete and utter wreck in his arms.

" Could this actually be putting you in your place? " Bucky wondered, his lips pecking at your flesh softly. As much as you wanted to pretend you were annoyed, the both of you knew that it felt too fucking good for you to actually have any negative feelings towards him in the moment. Not when you were moaning and gripping onto the sleeves of his t-shirt for the life of you.

" Now come on, honey. " He whispered against your pussy. He gave your flesh a long lick, his beard scratching against your skin as he did so.

" Be a good girl and come on my face, yeah? "

His eyes made contact with yours once more. You bit your lip, your cunt quivering. The pace of his fingers became noticably faster, his tongue flicking up and down your clit repeatedly. You could barley maintain eye contact for more than a few seconds before your eyes went rolling back into your skull.

Your breath became heavier, your hips rolling against his face as his tongue and skilled fingers worked together in harmony to push you right off the edge.

And it did not take long for you to reach the peak he wanted, given how absolutely touch sensitive you were that night. You came crashing onto his face hard, your orgasm long and full-body-shaking intense. Bucky moaned eagerly as he drank down ever last drop of the sweet honey that dripped down your hive.

His tongue lapped around your cunt, licking up your cum-covered folds unceremoniously.

He pulled back, droplets of your essence dripping down his chin, coating his beard. He chuckled when he realized the it was on him, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

The both of you just sat there for a moment, staring at eachother, panting. Your body was tingling with post-orgasmic bliss. But Bucky was not done with you.

His hands went down to his belt, and you quirked a brow at him.

" Baby, I can't do anything too crazy tonight. " You warned him, a warm sense of anticipation running through your body. Bucky smiled, taking his belt out of his pants.

" That's okay, honey. " He shrugged, leaning in to peck your lips. He hooked his thumb in the waistband of his pants and boxers, and shimmied his way out of his clothes. Then, he tore his way out of his grey long sleeved shirt, his dog tags falling onto his chest with a soft clink.

You felt like a teenage girl whenever her crush would walk past her in the hallway as you stared at Bucky. Of course, this was not your first time seeing him naked.... Like, at all, but he was just so beautiful in front of you.

All in his naked glory.

He crawled up your body, caging you in his arms as he braced them by your head, isolating you from the rest of the world. He leaned in and kisses you deeply, his hands reaching out for the base of your thighs.

" You don't have to do anything tonight. " He whispered. He directed his hardened, pre-cum lubricated cock towards your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slowly pushed inside you, your pussy stretching to accommodate his size. It was a familiar sensation, one that you had been missing out on for nearly 7 months.

" Just sit back and let me give you what you need. " He whispered, bringing your leg over his shoulder so he could angle his hips in a certain way that would let him sink his dick into you further.

Ah, and that was why you loved Bucky.

He loved helping you with things, and he loved pleasuring you in all kinds of ways. And he was never selfish or stingy about it, either. He loved the rewarding feeling of your sweet moans echoing through the walls whenever he was deep inside you. Just thinking of it made his head spin.

Bucky set a slow and steady pace for you, his cock dragging across your warm, slick walls deeply and eliciting tiny, breathy moans out of you. His right hand went up and down your plump thigh that was propped against his shoulder. He gave your calf butterfly kisses, making you feel all light and airy. You bit down on your lip, looking at him heavy lidded, lustful eyes.

Bucky's flesh hand went down to grip the base of your thigh, holding it against his torso as his pace quickened. His thrust were deep and hard, and his tags would clink together with each powerful stroke of his cock.

" Fuck, look at that. " He moaned, looking down between your legs at where your bodies met. He watched his thick cock disappear into your warmth, picking up your sweet slick onto his shaft with each thrust he gave you. He threw his head back, his bangs covering his handsome face as his hips rolled against yours and he panted heavily.

There was a thin layer of sweat glistening down his body. You were starting to sweat too. The both of you hadn't done this in months, after all. But just the mere thought of that made Bucky's thirst for you worst.

He heald your thigh to his chest tighter, and his pace swiftly became hurried and heavy. You let out a whimper for each thrust he gave you, your muscles tensing and contracting around him at the sudden movement.

" You like that? " He asked, his voice hoarse as a wild smile broke upon his face. Your eyes were closed shut, and all you could do was just weakly nod and whimper in response. Your little cunt was so sensitive around him.

His cock hauled in and out of your velvet walls, kissing every single inch of you, every single inch that you that so badly needed to be touched. His vibranium hand reached between your quivering legs and laid upon your pelvic bone so he thumb could trace and rub your clit.

Your body jolted at the contact, and your mouth flung open in surprise. Each touch he gave you, though not that hard at all, made your entire body jerk and shake violently. His vibranium hand was cold, too, only adding to the sensations.

" Bucky.. " you whined; a whine he knew all too well.

You were gonna cum soon.

He smirked.

" Getting close, sugar? " He quirked a brow at you, kissing your calf again. You moaned gutteraly and loudly, the sounds echoing off the walls and surely heard from downstairs. Your fingers clawed at his forearm, your back lifting off the bed in pure pleasure.

" Ye-yeah. O-oh. Fuck. " You choked on your moans, your eyes falling into the back of your head. He was starting to feel his build up too.

Feeling bold, Bucky shifted you closer to his body--if that was even possible--and pumped his cock into you like there was absolutely no tomorrow.

" C'mon. " He grunted through gritted teeth, his hips slamming against your at an unimaginable harsh pace. Your toes curled in the air, your thighs clenching around his body, your sex convulsing and gripping on his cock for dear life, never letting go of it.

His cockhead was pushed against your sweet spot, making you cry out in ecstasy. Your gripped onto his shoulders, opening your mouth to say something, but your words were overtaken by your heavy breathing and desperate cries.

" Fuck, fuck. Bucky, right there! Ri--gonna fuck--ahh. " You barley mustered the words, too fucked out of your head to even make up a proper sentence. Bucky chuckled darkly. He rolled his thumb against your clit again, making you jump and cry out

" Yeah? Yeah? That feels good, hmm? " Bucky panted, bending forward to kiss you, his torso pressing your knee against your chest. You were a wreck. A mantra of moans left your mouth, your mind hazy and filled only if the thoughts of your husband. He leaned die to kiss your shoulder.

" Fuck, sweetie, I'm gonna cum soon. Where do you want me to finish? " He asked, pulling back and flicking his head to get his hair out of his face. You didn't even need a lot of time to think about your answer, you just needed some time to stop moaning and breathing so hard.

" I-inside. " You responded. He slowed down.

" Inside? " He repeated, confused.

" Bucky just do it! " You cried out, putting your hand on his chest.

So it looks like you had finally thought about his little suggestion from earlier.

The moment he realized that, he couldn't stop grinning ear to ear, and he reset back to the fast pace he had set for you previously. He was proud to say the least, and it encouraged him to keep up until the both of you finished.

You came down a little bit before him, but that didn't stop him from keeping up the pace. Being a super solider sure did come in handy for stamina, huh? Well--for him that was the case, for you, not so much.

And that man was not stopping until he was able to fill you up.

Thick, hot ropes of his cum came spurting inside of you, filling you up completely and making you feel warm and fuzzy.

The both of you were panting heavily, relived and also extremely exhausted. It had been a very long day for you both, but that night was surely the highlight of your night... And also a highlight for the rest of your life's.

" Fuck, " he panted, setting your leg back down onto the bed. His chest heaved up and down, and your body shook uncontrollably from your past orgasms.

" I'm very glad you agreed with me." He smiled foolishly, pulling out of you slowly. A little bit of his cum came gushing down your legs, and he was quick to scoop it up with his fingers and shove it back in there.

" Don't want that being wasted if we're gonna have this baby, hm? "

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“ How old are they now? “ Sam asked Bucky as they walked together along the dock. Bucky didn't usually talk about his family a lot, but the question of his family had been once again brought up at a time where Bucky just couldn't resist not talking about them.

“ Our oldest is 5, and our youngest is 9 months. “ Bucky responded. Sam couldn't help but give his old friend a tooth grin. He was a huge family man.

“ You gonna tell me about them? Or your wife? I still don't even know this woman. “ Sam teased. Buckies eyes softened as he thought about it. A familiar feeling washed through them, a rather nostalgic one at that. They couldn't quite figure out what it was.

“ No. “ Bucky responded. “ No, I don't think I will. “ It was those exact words that got Sam to remember where the nostalgia was coming from. As Bucky spoke, he could hear Steve’s voice along with his. It was one of the last interactions Sam had with Steve; when Steve had given Sam his shield. He remembered seeing the ring on his finger. But then again, Sam was always reminded of Steve when he was around Bucky.

“ All I will tell you, though, is that… 2 kids definitely wasn't enough for us. “ Bucky laughed, shaking his head. His cheeks turned pink at the idea, and he hid his face in embarrassment the moment he said it. Sam’s mouth flew open in shock.

“ You dog! “ He exclaimed, nudging Bucky to the side with his elbow. The both of them exchanged laughter.

“ Is she expecting? “ Sam asked excitedly, like a toddler who was just told by their mother that they could have a piece of candy. He was practically shaking with endorphins, waiting for the answer. But Bucky just shook his head.

“ I won't tell you that. “ Bucky teased, furrowing his brows at his best friend. Sam threw his hands in the air in disbelief.

“ What?! But I'm your best friend!! “

“ I'm not telling you! “ Bucky laughed, enjoying the banter between the both of them.

“ Come on, please!! I have to know, don't leave me on the edge of my seat! “

“ Come on dude, I just said I'm not telling you. “ Bucky said in a mocking tone.

“ James, you gotta tell me–” Bucky cut him off.

“ Oh yeah? You calling me James now? Only my wife calls me that. “ Bucky confessed, teasingly leaving tiny little crumbs about his family for Sam to chew on.

“ Oh really?! What else? “ Sam demanded.

“ Is this how we’re really playing it? Fine. Come to the baby shower on September 14th and maybe you'll see then. “ Bucky teased his best friend one last time. Sam became even more shocked. He sat up in his seat immediately and threw his arms in the air. He planted his feet into the hardwood of the floor on the dock, his hands on the top of his head as he threw his head around like a lunatic.

“ What?! “ Sam exclaimed. Bucky nonchalantly nodded his head and muttered “ yeah “ as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“ Oh my god! Oh my god, brother–wow.. Ju-just wow! “ Sam sighed, completely awestruck.

“ I’m so proud of you, man! “ He spoke, pulling Bucky in for a rather soul-squeezing hug. He patted his back harshly a couple of times, and then, as they parted, ferociously dabbed him up.

“ Thank you. “ Bucky said a couple of times as Sam proceeded to yell words of praise right into his ear.

“ You know, I think there's something wrong with me. Each time we've.. you know, I've always hit the bullseye. Each time.“ Bucky jokes, even though everything he's saying is true. Sam's smile immediately faded.

“ Okay, I know I said I wanted to know about them, but I didn't need to know that. “ Sam said, taking his arm off Buckies shoulder. He shrugged.

They continued to walk around the dock, the floorboard creaking under their footsteps. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful purple, pink and orange hue throughout the sky. It felt nice for Bucky to be in Sams town again. Only little did Sam know that Bucky's " mysterious " family was actually with him in town, and he had plans to introduce him to them the next day.

“ So what do you want to do before you leave? “ Sam asked. “ There's this really good Thai place a few blocks down. “

Bucky smiled, kicking a nearby rock across the dock. He was wondering how he was going to keep his little secret from his friend for the next few hours.

[ A/N: This portion of this fic was originally written for the first ever draft I wrote for Bucky. It was titled Clouser and was written in the middle of my theatre class. Yes, my theatre class. I loved the interaction between them so much that I wanted to use it for this fic. ]

[earl-grey-teacake]

Loscar x Pokemon

Sylveon, the Intertwining Pokémon. A Fairy type. Sylveon's ribbon-like feelers send out waves that have a calming effect and can put a stop to conflicts. If it places its feelers on its Trainer, Sylveon can understand their emotions.

Sylveon loved a lot of things- strawberry cakes, basking in the sun on a boat next Kyle’s Espeon, playing around with oshawott, and wrapping its feelers around Logan’s wrist and walking with him wherever he wanted to go. Things Sylveon hated- dried kibble, people being mean to Logan, and Oscar Piastri.

There was a time when Sylveon loved being around Oscar and his Growlithe. They would have so much fun together and Sylveon loved visiting Oscar’s family and getting heaped with attention and treats from his mom and sisters. But that was before Oscar took Logan’s heart and feelings and stomped on it.

They had been roommates for a weekend in F2. Logan was racing and Alpine had forgotten to book Oscar a room, so Logan had kindly offered his single bed hotel room for them to share. Growlithe had taken the couch, leaving Logan and Oscar to share a bed for 4 nights. They ate together, shared a bed together, accidentally wore each other’s clothes, and drove to the track together. The entire time, Sylveon could tell. Logan was on cloud 9, his joy radiating off of him like the sun and his hope for romance was strong and steady. By the time the week ended, Sylveon had hoped one of them would confess their feelings and its trainer would be the happiest person on Earth.

******

“I hope you were okay sharing a bed with me. Sorry if I kicked you.” Logan laughed, adjusting his bag so Sylveon could wrap its ribbon around his wrist.

“Yeah, I think you nailed his in the spine.” Oscar joked. “But yeah, no worries. Totally cool sharing a bed with you, it’s not like we’re into guys anyway.”

“-veon?” Sylveon perked up, the crashing of waves against his dreams were loud and palpable.

“Hahaha,” Logan kindly laughed off.

“Yeah, I mean I’m totally into girls. I don’t think I ever be with a guy ever.” Oscar said nonchalantly. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course, I’m just not into it.”

“No, I get it.” Logan laughed, overcompensating for his grief. “No homo right?”

“Right!”

*****

Sylveon is absolutely loyal and would never spill the fact that Logan cried on the plane and in the past 3 years, had never given up on his love for Oscar.

*****

Oscar sat in the hotel lobby, waiting for the car to take him to the airport, his head in his hands as Growlithe stood there, judging his. If he knew his Pokémon, the Growlithe was counting down the hours to go back to Australia and tell every Pokémon at home what he did.

“You think he bought that right?” Oscar looked wide eyed and desperate, on the verge of freaking out.

[waihtie]

Let's hope this keeps working for forever

Season 5 Episode 3 - Free to be You and Me

○ Jessica appearing to Sam in a dream. She's here to tell him to stop running from himself bc he can't

Not dreaming? Hallucinating?

○ Sam burning all his fake credentials 😢

Dean out hunting without him

Sad music playing. So dramatic.

Sam's working in a bar?? He really tryna live a normal life

○ Dean is trying so hard not to kiss him

The second convo just inches away from eachother in 90 seconds

Cas needs Dean's help bc he wants to trap and interrogate the Archangel Raphael, bc he won't kill Dean bc Michael needs his body

And there's number three. "Personal space" my ass

○ Sam's not gonna be able to stay out of all this apocalyptic stuff

○ Cas wants to tell this person the truth about angels lol

^ You sure do.

*while fixing his tie. This whole episode is so sexually charged, and I'm not even 11 minutes in, including the recap

FBI Cas 🥺:

How can someone older than humanity in and of itself be so babygirl. The OG babygirl, I guess

Lmao he's telling the cop it's demons and angels causing the problems

○ Sam's tempted to call Dean, but called Bobby instead 🥺

I knew he couldn't stay out of it

(just to tell someone to get on a case here. Bobby told him to go himself, but in a more sarcastic way)

○ Cas just casually popped in from Jerusalem with holy oil. Says it's very rare, but they don't seem to ever not have any

○ Dean using his last night on earth move, smooth. Great, now he's pushing for answers in a way that could only be subtle to Cas

○ Dean's first two thoughts when he finds Cas has never gotten down dirty:

1. Pointing out a non-canonically gay couple

2. He's not gonna let Cas die a virgin

○ Bobby did end up sending hunters. They want Sam's help, but no go (for now I'm guessing)

○ CAS'S FACE MY GAWD. Gay panic if I ever did see

○ How does he know all about this girl and her family, but never seems to know anything about anyone ever again?

Dean saying it's been years since he's laughed like that 🥺🩷

○ This girl telling Sam there's nothing anyone can do that they can't be forgiven or change. I hope he takes it to heart. He's a good kid.

○ Cas calling Raphael. That was hot

○ I love how Dean's never afraid to shit talk even archangels (and eventually God himself)

○ I also love Cas's face when Dean tells Raphael trapping him was Cas's idea

Raphael says God is dead

○ The 3 hunters that came to Sam are now 2. He knows Sam started the apocalypse. This isn't gonna end well.

I also also love Sam's puppy-dog eyes in this conversation

Let's just assume anytime this 3 boys do anything, I love it, unless I hate it. But it's usually love. And there's no in between.

○ Raphael says they just want Paradise. It's a godless world, and they are tired.

Cas isn't buying that God is dead. Someone brought him back.

Raphael says Lucifer could've, bc he needs rebellious angels

○ Cas is power. Direct opposite of 🥺. Get a man that can do both.

^ to one of the most powerful beings in existence.

○ Those hunters have Sam's lady friend. Either he drinks demon-blood, or they kill her.

They force fed it to him. Dude's been drugged on top of all the other shit.

He's mentally getting stronger tho 🩷 Didn't kill the guy when he had the chance

○ Awee Dean trying to relate to Cas, and telling him about the time he went looking for his own missing father

"When all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart that he was alive"

He's comforting Cas. I love that for them

Dean telling Cas that he's happy, and Cas just blips out mid-sentence. Abandonment-Issues really did find himself a Can-Fly-Away-On-A-Dime.

○ Another Jessica hallucination/dream thing

"You're wrong. People can change, there is reason for hope"

YOU TELL HER, BABY

"No Sam, there isn't"

WOAH JESSICA IS ACTUALLY LUCIFER DISGUISING HIMSELF

He says this Nick can't hold him for long, but doesn't he for the whole show? Well I guess he's in Hell most of it, and that's not his physical body.

^ How's this boy ever supposed to forgive himself and find self-worth. He almost started to, but

HE SAYS SAM IS HIS VESSEL

So the rib markings are stopping him from finding Sam's location, but not from being there non-physically?

"I'll never lie to you, I'll never trick you, but you will say yes to me." The same way he got Nick

Cas's faith is something to note these episodes. He has so much.

[rotisseries]

HELLO?

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

man i thought i moved out to escape my family but it turns out i've jumped from the pan into the fire because holy shit my guys what the fuck??

[singmyaubade]

Good Luck Babe

poly!marauders x nerd!female!reader

summary: after being a wallflower throughout your first five years at hogwarts, you always thought that you could be invisible. but when you hear the marauders talking cruelly about you and proceeding to ask for your forgiveness after, well good luck babe.

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing, reader wants to kill the marauders , swearing, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), jealousy

a/n: oh hey... this is kinda based on those cliche 2000's movies where the girl is ugly but not really and she has that glow up or whatever. this was written so quick and not proofread, don't kill me. i hope you enjoy and as always, i apologize if you hate this!

STARTING off your sixth year at Hogwarts being an entirely new person wasn't something that you had planned or expected.

On the inside, you felt exactly the same, the same girl who was bold and could ferociously win a fight when it came to her character.

The same girl who was witty and sarcastic, surprising half of the people around you when you made a joke once in a lifetime.

But on the outside, you didn't have an awkward mis-shaped bob and you no longer wore baggy jackets that didn't do a thing for your figure.

And you didn't hide your face anymore, trying your best to be invisible.

It wasn't that you were shy or that you felt like a loser but you thought social hierarchy was bullshit and the only thing you wanted to focus on was your studies.

You may have been a brave Gryffindor on the inside but on the outside, you had to play the part of a shy mouse as corny as that sounds.

Unfortunately for you, invisibility only tends to last for so long until one moment, you are a nobody and then all eyes are upon you.

And maybe, just maybe, if you hadn't heard the Marauders discussing you the previous year, you would have stayed the same.

You had passed by the boys dormitory to give Remus his textbooks back as you always did when you let you borrow when you heard them speaking of the very person behind the door,

"I still have yet to understand why Lily and the rest of them act like she's some charity case," James huffed, "I mean, she's not some sick patient, they only feel the need to pity her because of how she looks."

You always knew that James had a foul mouth but to be speaking about someone like this, it was cruel.

Remus hissed, "That's not nice Prongs,"

"I'm not even saying it to be a dick!" James groaned, "I just mean, I pity her more for the fact that they don't even invite her to anything outside of breakfast and dinner," He explained, causing Remus to go silent.

Sirius chuckled, shaking his head. "That's absolutely horrid."

James reclined on his bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "I’m just saying, if I were Y/N, I’d be mortified."

Your eyes widened as they began to water, they were speaking about you.

Remus leaned against the wall, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Maybe she just doesn’t want to hang out with Lily and the others."

"Moony, seriously," James shot back, sitting up. "Where is Y/N right now, and where are the other girls?" His eyebrow cocked, trying to make his point as Remus silenced.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Why don’t we investigate for ourselves?" He unfolded the Marauder's Map with a flourish. "Alright, we’ve got Lily, Dorcas, Mary, and Marlene all at Hogsmeade, but Y/N is..." His voice trailed off, eyes narrowing.

James leaned closer, annoyance creeping into his tone as he grabbed the map, "She's-" He stopped, the color fading from his face.

"Fucking spit it out!" Remus said next as he snatched the map finally and saw that the map had shown that you were right outside their door.

"Shit!" You heard Remus say as he started making his way to the door.

Hearing his footsteps approaching, you quickly moved away from the door, bolting for your room.

Once you made it back to your dorm, you had sinked the floor. You put your hand on your mouth, muffling yourself as you cried silently.

You honestly hated to even say it but you did consider Lily and the rest of them your friends. You had never really thought about how they didn't invite you to places.

And if you were being truthful, they had never asked you to have breakfast or dinner with them.

You had always just assumed that you could join but they never told you to leave or swooshed you off. Another part of you hated how stupid you were, trying to intrude on their private time.

You didn't want to let it get to you what a bunch of seventeen year old boys were saying but it did sting horribly.

But in a way, it also motivated you to be who you were on the inside. You already had the top marks in your entire year and your plan to work in the Ministry after Hogwarts had already been set.

And now your chance to be something at Hogwarts was right in front of you, an opportunity that you couldn't miss.

You had to do it for yourself.

The Marauders had no idea who you truly were or even cared to know. And although Remus was kind to you, you could always see that he never made any effort to be your friend.

Not that you expected him to but it only taught you that they truly thought you were some hopeless case.

And an assignment to make the Marauders bite their tongues was one that you couldn't bare to fail.

After hearing that, you decided to avoid the Marauders for the next month, especially with summer break approaching. To your surprise, you barely saw them outside of classes, never giving them a chance to reach out—even Remus.

And then that summer, everything changed. You let your hair grow past your shoulders, embracing your natural curls instead of straightening them. You started wearing clothes that were trendy and form-fitting, a huge contrast to your old style.

You discovered a newfound love for self-care, enjoying the process far more than you expected. Each day felt like a transformation, and by the end of summer, your mother couldn’t help but notice. “Finally listening to me about your style, huh?” she teased.

You only laughed as you embraced her,

If only she knew what had caused it in the first place.

As you said goodbye to your family, anticipation mingled with dread. You knew the train ride would be the least of your worries, but the welcome dinner and the ceremony ahead felt like they might just be hell reincarnate.

As you entered Hogwarts, you admired it as much as you did when you were a first year. The castle was something you considered a second home and everything about it was magical, there was no doubting that.

A crowd of students, including yourself, moved toward the Great Hall, and you settled into your usual seat at the Gryffindor table.

You spotted the Marauders and the usual group of girls approaching, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. They took their usual spots in front of you, with the girls on one side and the boys on the other. James sat beside you, and Lily was directly in front of him.

You never quite understood why they arranged themselves like that, but it hardly mattered in the moment.

They were busy in conversation before James had noticed someone next to him, his eyes widening. You couldn't quite read his face but it seemed like a mix of confusion and flustered.

You stared at him back but he still had yet to mutter a word. You cleared your throat, "Uh hello," You practically whispered.

He snapped back into reality, "Oh sorry, hi," He muttered back.

Silence took over you both as James couldn't find the words of what to say to you.

On one hand, he wanted to call you beautiful, to tell you that you were one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen. On the other, he just wanted to stare at you for a few more minutes like a creep.

Lily noticed his gaze and leaned in, smirking. "Excuse my friend; we’re still trying to figure out if he has a brain."

"I thought we solved that decades ago," Marlene chimed in, stifling a laugh.

Lily turned to you with a curious smile. "I don’t believe I’ve seen you before. What’s your name?"

Are you actually fucking kidding me?

You scoffed, "I'm Y/N,"

The entire group looked at you in awe, even the ones who weren't chimed in on the conversation.

"Y/N L/N?" Sirius asked, mouth gaping.

"Yep, that one," You snorted.

They all looked like they had seen a ghost, "You look different," Marlene said as Mary shoved her.

"She means in a good way!" Mary added.

"Uh thanks," You said, awkwardly.

They all continued to stare at you like you were an exhibit in a museum, their eyes scanning you up and down.

"Do you all mind not staring at me?" you asked, trying to break the tension. They all looked away, feigning innocence as they muttered apologies.

"How have you been?" Lily asked, clearly trying to ease the awkwardness.

"Fine," you replied, your tone clipped.

You caught the pained expressions on the Marauders' faces, realizing they were the reason for your dismissive attitude.

"That's great," Lily said, forcing a smile.

You felt a wave of frustration at the awkwardness surrouding you and decided it was time to escape. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you announced, heading toward the exit before they could respond.

As you walked away, you could already here the mutters and whispers emerging from the table, the fascinating topic being you.

You paced as you heard footsteps trailing behind you, but you ignored them, letting your gaze wander around the castle.

"Y/N!" someone called out, startling you.

You turned to see Sirius, James, and Remus hurrying after you. You only let out a snort before continuing your same way.

A hand suddenly reached around your forearm as you turned to see Remus. You quickly snatched your hand away, finally stopping to look at the group of boys who you despised.

Crossing your arms, you shot them a hostile look. "What?"

"We just wanna—"

"We're so—"

"Listen, we just—"

They all spoke at once, but you scoffed and turned back toward the bathroom, starting to walk away.

You were hoping that they would realize you wanted nothing to do with them but instead, it only made them want to chase you more.

They quickened their pace, and you spun around sharply. "For fuck's sake, what do you want?" you snapped.

James took a breath, his expression earnest. "I'm sorry for what I said. I've been thinking about it since you left. I was an awful twat, and you didn't deserve a thing of what I said."

You let out a sarcastic laugh, "Are you serious?" You asked as your expression changed to furious, "You basically called me a loser and said that Lily and the rest of them were only hanging out with me out of pity,"

James hissed as your statement, feeling the razor in your voice.

"-And now you all want to act as if I should just forgive you since I don't look the same anymore," You got closer to James's face, "Fuck off."

You turned your heel again and this time, the boys didn't follow you.

You finally entered the bathroom and shut the door behind you. Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you struggled to read the expression on your face. You were furious at the Marauders, and the idea of forgiving them felt impossible.

Yet, there was a flicker of gratitude that you felt for the change you’d undergone. You’d gained a new confidence that felt good, but the sting of their cruel words still lingered in your mind.

And you knew that you couldn't let it get to you but knowing they thought that of you, even Remus. It still did things to you that you would never admit out loud.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you realized it was almost time to head to the dormitory.

The rest of the night had flown by, with first years being introduced to their new home for the next six years while everyone else relaxed in the common room. Despite curfews, fifth years and above knew they could hang out longer—the curfew was mostly for the first years anyway.

"Caput Draconis," you muttered, and the Fat Lady nodded, granting you entrance.

Stepping into the common room, your heart sank as you spotted the last group you wanted to see. They noticed you just as quickly, encouraging you to pick up your pace toward the dorm.

"Hey, Y/N!" Dorcas called out, making you wince as you turned to see her waving.

The Marauders looked down, shame etched on their faces, avoiding your gaze as if you were Medusa.

You approached them slowly, dread settling in your stomach as they eyed you like a science project.

"We were just about to play a fun little game," Dorcas said enticingly, while Marlene snorted beside her.

"I don’t know if Spin the Bottle is a great idea for the first night back," Marlene added, taking a sip of her beer.

"A little peck never hurt anyone," Lily chimed in, clapping her hands together.

Of all people, you’d never expect Lily Evans to approve such a thing. This was the same girl who nearly fainted when she heard about Marlene and Dorcas kissing the previous year.

"I don’t know if this is the game for me," you replied, eyeing the group warily.

"Of course it is!" Lily insisted, but you raised an eyebrow. "Oh my gosh! Not like that, I just mean it's a fun game for us all to play," she quickly added, looking flustered.

Part of you wanted to say no and retreat to your bed, but that was the old you, and you knew it wouldn’t help. This was a new year, and you were determined to embrace new experiences.

Besides, you’d never participated in any scandalous games for all of the years you've been at Hogwarts—it felt like a crime in itself.

So, after a moment’s hesitation, you said, "Okay, sure." The girls erupted in cheers, while the Marauders exchanged worried glances.

What if you had to kiss one of them? Would you refuse and create a scene? Would you want to strangle them for even suggesting it?

The possibilities raced through their mind, but there was no turning back as everyone began to form a circle.

As you sat in the circle, a shiver of nervousness enveloped you. You had never kissed anyone before and the whole thought made you nervous within itself.

Don't get it wrong, you've had chances but they never seemed right and you certainly weren't kissing Matthew Trunchbull underneath the bleachers of the Quidditch field.

So when you got offered a shot of firewhiskey to cool your nerves by Marlene, you took it happily as it burned down your throat.

You brushed off all the negative thoughts entering your mind,

What really is the worst thing that could happen?

[prickly-paprikash]

Kendrick doesn't just hate Drake as a person. He hates the very idea of Drake.

Hip-Hop is rooted in revolution. In defiance. These are the songs of an oppressed group of people, and decades upon decades people have hated it. Accused of being meaningless and invalid. Media outlets took steps to belittle hip-hop and make sure it isn't recognized as an art form and as a means to fight back.

2Pac spoke of wealth disparity and inequality. Tupac was literally a member of a communist organization when he was younger and never stopped speaking against capitalism.

Lauryn Hill spoke of the struggles a woman faces. Not just women, but black women. Salt-N-Peppa. Queen Latifah. MISSY FUCKING ELLIOT.

N.W.A made sure people knew about police brutality and violence against the Black community.

And now, in this day and age, we're also experiencing an explosion of Queer Hip-Hop. Lil Nas X is at the forefront of this. Lil Uzi Vert came out as non-binary and uses they/them pronouns, even when they knew that a lot of their fans would never use it or even respect them for it. Auntie Diaries, a song about a young man who grew up in a transphobic environment and bought into those beliefs, but could never fully do it because his Uncle loved him so much and taught him a lot of life lessons, and that wisdom translated to him accepting his cousin as a woman as well.

Drake is none of that.

He's the perfect representation of what people think hip-hop is. Flexing. Posturing. Objectifying women. A fucker so insecure he bought 2Pac's ring just to feel like he's part of the black community. Rejected by Rihanna publicly. Tried to groom Millie Bobby Brown. Kissed and inappropriately touched an underage girl during his concert. His songs have inspired so many young boys to treat girls like shit. His belief that the amount of rings and chains and cars he has is the true meaning of success.

Additional Edit: This is my fault. If this post gains more views, then it would be remiss of me not to add to this. It was my fault to begin with, not stating this beforehand because while I did know, I got lost in celebrating Hip-Hop in a place that doesn't usually do so, and rightfully so.

2Pac did fight for wealth equality and better social living for the black community. He also has a long, long history of battery, domestic abuse, and sexual harassment against women. Specifically against women of color. He made a song to celebrate his own mother, but outright refused to give the same show of respect to other women in his life. His hypocritical nature was brushed off in later decades, just the way I did now.

N.W.A is the same. Sexual assault charges, violence—they spoke of Police reform, but refuses to give the same treatment back towards the women in their lives.

50 cent refuses to backtrack on any of his misogynistic lyrics.

Modern rappers of today, such as the dead XXXtentacion. 6ix9ine. Kodak Black.

I do love Hip-Hop. I love rap. And the music itself has always been anti-authoritarian at its core, because those are its roots. And I was happy that circles that did not normally know of it or enjoy it were getting into it, even for one thing like this rap feud.

Lil Nas X, Little Simz, Childish Gambino, Missy Elliot, Queen Latifah, Lauryn Hill—rappers who have at the very least consistently tried to put their money where their mouth is. Who have tried to act in accordance to what they rap and write and sing for.

@shehungthemoon @ohsugarsims finnthehumanmp3 were the ones who rightfully clarified in the comments. I know an apology won't correct my hypocrisy or my stupidity. I should have added all of this before making this post, but I wanted so badly to celebrate a genre of music but failed to do my due diligence in showing a better, holistic view of it. If anyone felt triggered, offended, troubled, frustrated or any other intense negative emotions surrounding this, please do block me. I'm sorry.

[fake-bleach]

ROAD TRIP STOP | LOGAN HOWLETT x READER

taking a small road trip with old man logan where you’re halfway to where you need to be, and you're bored out of your mind. unluckily for you, your boyfriend won't possibly give into your antics.

or, logan fucks you in a gas station bathroom <3

word count: 3.3k

WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS: (18+ only!) fem!reader, porn w/ slight plot lol, piv, unprotected sex, this shit is roughhh, degrading, filthyyy dirty talk, use of pet names, slight choking, coming inside/creampie, manhandling? i guess?, logan refers to himself as "your old man" bc i'm insane, anddd happy ending bc we all know how much i love those! :D

a/n: there aren't nearly enough fics abt old man logan & i need him Badly.

+ logan pictures from @divinesols incredible moodboard <3

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you’re 4 hours into your road trip, and logan, well, being the man he is, hasn’t let you drive a single second.

he tells you that you can just sit there n’ look pretty and that’s good enough for him. but, he’s getting tired, and the nearest hotel isn’t for another 50 miles.

you notice his eyes getting heavier, his body slouching more, his grip on the steering wheel loosening. so, you do what you do best. why not have some harmless fun with your old boyfriend?

your hands subtly inch over to his thighs, fingers trailing the clothed skin just above his knee, and he flinches surprisingly, glancing at you for a moment with that tired face of his.

“what are y’doing? huh?” he asks, with a quirk in his eyebrow and his voice rasping more than usual from his fatigue; it only makes it all the more arousing for you.

you grin, your head turned to look up at him with a sly expression. “just waking you up a bit. you’re practically falling asleep here.”

your fingers move upwards now, slowly but surely, and right before you can reach the spot just below his bulge, he sighs out, gripping your hand to lightly push it off of him.

“not here. got another hour left til’ we’re at the hotel. then, we can rest up, baby.”

you pout, looking at him eagerly. “are you even gonna make it there, lo?” you tease, “your eyes are getting heavier, you’re tired.. why don’t you just let me drive?” you attempt, but you’re knocked down the second you try.

he huffs, shaking his head. “don’t you try that shit. you know what m’gonna say to that.”

you groan at that, rolling your eyes fussily as your head turns to look up at the roof of the car. “you’re insufferable,” you sigh out, jokingly, of course. but, you were with logan long enough to know just how stubborn he could be. that he could almost always be.

which means, you knew exactly how to get what you wanted, in more ways than one. 

let’s just say this way was more fun, anyway.

you let out an exasperated breath before turning back to face him, your eyes lighting up just slightly before you open up your mouth.

“guess i just gotta..” you trail off, hands now on your body with your fingertips grazing the skin on your chest; roaming around the loose shirt you had on. “..entertain myself for the next hour then..”

logan turns his head to you now, eyes fixing on your hand just long enough to catch you slip it underneath your bra, cupping one of your tits. you let out a low moan as you look into his eyes, fingers rolling the nipple there, and he scoffs.

it’s a sound that has your heart racing immediately.

“you’ve been a good girl so far, sweetheart. would hate for you to switch up when we’re almost fuckin’ there.” he warns you, turning his head back to the road, having seen enough. “don’t you start now. gonna make you regret it.”

a pang of arousal hits you just like that, pussy involuntarily clenching around nothing as he threatens you; a threat that you definitely need to see for yourself.

you merely pout at him again, but his words aren’t enough to stop you. not when you’re just getting started.

your hand leaves your breast, slowly inching down your stomach, then to the waistband of your shorts, all with your eyes still locked on him. you bite your lip as your hand breaches underneath the material, testing the waters before your fingers reach the hem of your panties.

fingertips aching to dip into the wet heat, you anticipate your own touch as your hands lower, but an immediate grasp at your wrist stops you completely, eliciting a gasp from your throat.

mouth falling open in shock, you turn to look at the man responsible with that gruff look on his face, and that snarl from him gives you more than enough of a warning.

you clear your throat, letting out a noise of frustration towards your boyfriend as he all but tosses your hand away carelessly.

“knock. it. off. don’t make me say it again.”

logan nearly growls at you, moving in closer to get right in your face; he isn’t playing around, and you know it.

but, god, does it only encourage you more.

it isn’t until logan’s focus is completely back on the road that you test the waters again; your fingers finally inserting themselves into your soft, warm folds, wet and waiting so impatiently.

it makes you moan, a hushed sound that you try your hardest to bite back from releasing, but you’re evidently unsuccessful.

so, before you know it, the truck is swerving, causing you to pull yourself back to hold onto the sides of the car, anywhere that you could grab onto. the wheels squeal loudly as the high pitch penetrates your ears, and logan makes a harsh u-turn without a second to waste.

“lo! what the fuck!” you exclaim loudly, wild eyes reaching for his own, but it’s no use. he’s dead set in front of him, shaking his head furiously as the white of his knuckles present itself from holding onto the wheel so tightly.

he’s had enough of your shit.

his eyes never leave the road in front of him once, never returning to you. no matter how much you talk or try to get him to respond, he doesn’t budge.

instead, for the next 5 minutes, silence fills the space between you as your eyes shut from your frustration. it’s all you really can do at this point.

but, it’s only when the high screech of the wheels halting and the gear being put into park has your eyes opening again, eyes latching onto the bright lights in front of you.

a gas station, and the convenience store’s white luminescent glass reflecting on logan’s face. he’s out the driver’s side as soon as you can look at him, and before you can process it, he’s dragging you out of the truck, slamming the door shut as he does so.

you scramble against him, fists almost pushing their hardest into his chest as you whine loudly, increasingly dazed and confused.

“logan, what the fuck are you doing?! let go of me!”

you fight against him harder, but there’s nothing stopping him. not now.

he lets out an exasperated breath, his heavy footsteps embedding themselves into the loud gravel beneath them as he drags you along.

“don’t play that shit with me. actin’ like you don’t know what the hell you’re doing,” he practically yells at you in a hushed voice, “you know what the fuck you’re doing.”

“walk.” he orders you instantly, and you don’t hesitate to obey. not when his voice gets like that.

most of all, because it makes your heart pound—pounding in your chest because he’s right. you know what you’re doing.. but, you can’t say you regret it. no, not one bit.

and if he’s gonna make you regret it, you might as well go all out. right?

his grip on your arm is tight as you walk side by side with him, leading you into the gas station with the door open for you. you can’t even acknowledge the cashier from how quick logan swifts the two of you past them; straight towards the bathroom, and it makes you gulp. 

it’s too late for anyone to be around, too late for anyone to care, and you know that. but, the thought exhilarates you anyway.

he shoves the door open with a hushed whisper—one that’s almost incoherent as it escapes his lips. “you wanna act like a fucking brat?” he shuts the door hurriedly, shoving your body against the sink, “i’m gonna treat you like a fucking brat.”

you yelp at the sudden movement, his fingers digging themselves into your skin as you cry out at the feeling. it’s rough and brutal and it burns, but it’s so fucking good.

“lo.. lo, please,” you whine as your eyes shut tightly, the overwhelming sensation of his hands on you and his hot breath hitting your skin being too much to handle.

your body is flush against the sink as you attempt to squirm, to try to get him to do something, anything.

that cruel laugh of his fills your ears—quiet yet booming in your head as it sends chills throughout your entire body, eyes flashing open to look at him in the mirror in front of you. “please? please?” logan mocks you, “do y’even know what you’re asking for, baby? nah.. you don’t.”

“you just want..” logan trails off, his hands mindlessly reaching for your shorts, “to get fucked.. like the whore you are.”

without a single warning, he yanks them down along with your panties, and your whines are impossible to stop when the cool air hits your bare skin. when his filthy words are the only thing you can think about.

“can’t keep these pretty hands to yourself, you gotta rile me up to do it for you?” you hear the clank of his belt unbuckling, the zipper of his jeans sliding down, “gotta piss me off every goddamn time you get so fucking needy? i mean,” he laughs harder now, “not that i really blame you..”

logan pauses, and his eyes that were once staring directly at you now shift to look straight ahead, latching onto your mirrored reflection instead. as if he was looking right into you now. “pretty girl like you.. would be a shame to let this cunt go to waste. so, i’ll do you a favor..”

your jaw falls open in complete shock as your face contorts, as the tip of his cock breaches your tight hole, making your eyes roll back instantaneously with a sob from your lips.

“i’ll use her real good. for what she’s made for, yeah?”

your hands grip the sink in front of you as tightly as possible, body trembling as logan groans into your ear, his hands on your body never loosening.

instead, his grip only tightens as his hips become flush against your ass, his entire cock piercing you to the hilt with a satisfied moan.

“that was easier this time, wasn’t it? gettin’ used to me now. just needed to..” logan takes a moment to pull himself out of you, the tip resting against your entrance as he groans. he slams himself back inside of you so hard that your body fails you, your hands landing on the mirror to hold yourself up, bent over.

“break her in real fucking good.”

your body shakes against him as you cry out at his intrusion, stammering out a string of noises as your walls involuntarily clench around him over and over again. it’s almost as if you’re rapidly adapting to him; the way he stretches you out so much that it hurts in the best way possible. you’re pulsing around him, increasingly growing wetter by the second as your eyes water from the intense sensation.

your words slur with a few whines of what seem to be logan’s name as your hands move back to the sink, attempting to push yourself back up against him, but he stops you. grabbing one of your hands, he places it right against the mirror again, holding it still as he grinds himself into you. it makes you breathe out rapidly, body bent over the sink completely now.

“keep em’ right there. right fucking there. you don’t get to do that. y’don’t get to make any choices here.” he grunts in your ear, his thick beard grazing along your jaw as his eyes flicker from your face back to the mirror. he notices the way you’re trembling, eyes filled with those pretty tears of yours, and it makes him smile—a chuckle leaving him shamelessly.

he takes a moment to admire you, whispering out, “what i’m gonna do to you, baby..” and it makes your eyes flutter shut, warmth filling your core.

his other hand trails up the front of your body now, and it practically covers you completely because of how big it is—your stomach, your breasts, your chest, then finally, your neck. your gasp is loud; heavy, as his fingers wrap around your throat, holding you still for him.

all of you in the palm of his hand—all in his control.

you moan eagerly as he looks into your eyes through the mirror, grinning almost maliciously, “isn’t this what you wanted?” he laughs, his hips stirring a bit as he agonizingly pulls out of you, making you wince, “you wanted my attention so bad, wanted my cock so fucking bad..” he growls in your ear, his hand sliding from your throat to the back of your neck, pushing you down hard, and it makes you grip onto the side of the sink even more. 

“well, now you fucking got it.”

the sound of his rasping grunt hits you first; before you’re sobbing out on his cock, pelvis hammering inside of you with a tight hold on your neck, keeping you there with no chance of stopping, no squirming, no escaping.. no running away from this.

all you can do is take it as he pounds into you, the agonizing ache of his cock sliding in and out of you rapidly increasing the coil in your core, your loud cries and moans enough to make him go harder.

“there you go, there she is..” logan grits out, hands now grasping at your hips, smacking your ass, eliciting a grunt from you, “better fuckin’ hope no one walks in here, or else all they’re gonna see is some whore gettin’ used.”

you cry out as you feel the tip of his cock reach the deepest parts inside of you, nudging your g-spot suddenly as a tear slides down your cheek, your knuckles white from how tight you were grasping at your surroundings. your cheeks grow hot from the idea of that happening, stomach tightening as heat pools your core.

“what’d they think, huh? you think they’d wanna join in on the fun? bet they’d wanna fuck you too after i’m done with you. tightest fuckin’ hole i’ve ever had.”

you whine out now, shaking your head desperately in retaliation as you deny it. you couldn’t ever have another man like this, not now, not ever—only him.

logan sighs out, “no, no, no, i’d never let em’ baby, don’t you worry,” he reassures you, pressing his lips against the top of your head, “this,” he murmurs, his hand reaching to cup the front of your cunt, the rough skin on his palm grazing your clit just enough to make you squeal, “s’all fuckin’ mine. you hear me? not a single soul gets to use her like i can.”

“not like she’d want it anyway. only wants my cock in her. s’the only way she can really be filled up.. fucked stupid and cryin’ for me. ain’t that right? never got fucked by a man like me before y’met me, and i’m sure as hell no one will ever get her trembling like i do.”

you shake your head again, tears continuously spilling out of your eyes as your stomach tightens repeatedly, “n-no, lo, only you—” you stammer out as logan buries himself inside of you to the hilt, plunging into the warm heat of your walls, and he slows, relying on pure power than pace now. the harsh drive of his hips has your head fogging up, so close to reaching your peak with your cunt shuddering.

“ohh, there we go, she’s doing it now. shaking all over this fucking cock, squeezin’ me so tight,” he hisses, “that all you up in this pretty little head, or can you even control it? can’t even control it, can you, baby?”

a string of noises leaves your lips, breathless and mixed with whines and a few tears in your eyes as your core spasms out, his cock hitting deep inside of you repeatedly.

“what was that? can’t really.. understand you, baby, y’gotta speak up..” he teases, a mean laugh escaping his throat, “c’monnn, use your words, really think em’ out, say em’ clearly.”

“c’mon, show me that you’re still my good girl. my good little girl. speak up for your old man, honey.”

you yelp out at his filthy words, “m’.. i c-can’t.. control it, ah!” your moans involuntarily stringing out, eyes fluttering shut and rolling to the back of your head, your pussy convulsing around him intensely. “g-gonna–c-cum, lo, oh—” you spit out, your chest grasping for as much air as possible.

he hums in your ear now, fingers reaching for your clit and fastening tight, harsh circles at it, making you shudder, your cunt throbbing around his cock—pulsating over and over again as you start to see white. “gonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna make you take it, fuck.”

you can’t even register him anymore as he talks you through it, the “come for me, baby,” muffled in your ears as you listen to him, cunt constricting around him tightly as you soak him, and the sound is filthy as logan chases his release, squelching loudly from your climax.

you let out a muffled sob as logan finally reaches his peak, slamming himself deep inside of you as he holds you there, the spurts of white hot spilling & coating your walls. all you can hear is the ringing in your ears, along with the mixture of your heavy breaths and logan’s rasps surrounding you.

logan’s strong arms pull you up against him as you catch your breath, heart rate slowing as your back leans against his chest tiredly. he mutters sweet nothings to you, praising you with kisses along your neck, cheek, then to your lips.

“my good fucking girl, my sweet girl—oh, baby,” he hums in your ear, eyes shut as he takes you in. you sigh out, breathing him in as your hand reaches behind, landing on the back of his head to pull him in closer, “god, i love you.”

you laugh, pressing a mindless kiss on his skin, “i love you more, lo, i–i’m sorry for acting out, for being such a—” you begin to apologize, but he just shuts you up with another peck to your lips. “shh, you hush now. i appreciate it.. you riling me up all the damn time. s’ the only way i can still feel so young.”

you giggle, eyes opening up to turn your head to him, taking in his disheveled look—tired, old, grumpy. the man you loved, as handsome as ever.

“always young in my eyes, lo..” you smile, “besides.. it’s the only way i can get you to fuck me that good.” you tease.

he huffs, rolling his eyes. “i fuck you that good every goddamn time, n’ don’t you deny it.”

you laugh, nodding. you can’t deny that fact. but, your eyebrows furrow slightly, suddenly thinking back to the previous events.

“did you really fuck me in a gas station bathroom, babe? what if someone walked in?!” you groan, pushing your forehead into his chest, embarrassed.

he chuckles, “locked it the minute we got in here, baby. wouldn’t let anyone see you like that,” he reassures you, gently gripping the side of your head to make you look up at him, “you got that?”

his face is stern now as he looks into your eyes, and those butterflies in your stomach erupt as if it were the first time you ever got them from him. you nod though, gleaming up at him.

“got it.”

he grins, “good. now, let’s get you cleaned up n’ back on the road. back’s killing me even more now n’ that bed’s calling my name.”

you laugh at him, teasing him further. “old man.”

you wouldn’t want it any other way.

[riddlesbunny]

The Albatross

summary: Originally an unlikely match, you give birth to Aegon’s first child and his entire world changes.

pairing: Aegon x Strong!Reader

word count: 767

warnings: Description of pain & childbirth, brief mention of blood, guilt.

note: “Albatross” is used metaphorically as a psychological burden dealing with shame or guilt! (and shout out to Taylor Swift)

Aegon wanted to hate you. He wanted to hate your hair and your eyes. Your thick eyelashes, the freckles that dusted your cheeks, the way your nose scrunched when you laughed. Despite wanting to hate you in your entirety, he found himself physically incapable of doing so. As a young boy he refused to admit it, even going so far as to tease you for your features — but he thought you were beautiful. If anything, you could’ve resembled his mother more than a Targaryen.

It wasn’t your features that were wrong, but who you inherited them from; you and your brother’s served as living, breathing reminders of Rhaenyra’s infidelity.

Alicent Hightower had been sure to remind him and his siblings that you and your brothers were a product of their older sister's infidelity. An embarrassment to the family. An insult to the crown, to the realm. Abominations. Bastards.

Screams of pain shook the walls of the Red Keep.

“I can’t do this anymore, Aegon! Please make it stop, it hurts!” you rasped, clawing at the blood-soaked bedsheets. It had been almost 24 hours since your labors had begun. To everyone's surprise, Aegon had yet to leave your side.

“We’re almost there, my love. You’re doing a great job,” your husband encouraged as he placed a chaste kiss to your sweat-drenched forehead, which you only returned with a death glare.

“I cannot take it anymore! Just get it out! Cut it out if you have to!”

One of your handmaids tried to dab at your forehead with a cloth, but you gripped her hand forcefully.

Aegon gave her a sympathetic look as he got her out of your grasp, locking his fingers with yours.

“You know we can’t do that, my love. I will not risk losing you.”

You winced as your midwife slid a finger around the base of your opening. All day long you had been violated against your will. Childbirth was not only painful, but humiliating. For Aegon’s sake, you silently prayed the babe was a boy. You weren’t sure if you would be willing to go through this again.

“I can feel the head, your grace. Just a few more big pushes for me and the babe will be here.”

You groaned loudly, your teeth grinding together as another contraction wracked your frame. Pain radiated down your spine and into your groin. You felt like you were being ripped apart at the seams. Being eaten by Sunfyre seemed to be a more pleasant fate than this.

“You hear that? You’re almost done. You’re doing so good.”

You squeezed onto Aegon’s hand as hard as you could, pushing with all the strength in your body. The harder you pushed, the sooner it would be over. You needed it to be over. With a final push, your vision began to blur and your mind went blank.

Before you knew it, loud cries pulled you back to Earth, and coo’s from your handmaidens filled the room. You laid back with a sigh of relief.

Finally.

The handmaids quickly handed the babe to Aegon so you could get cleaned up.

“A girl,” she stated proudly, “and she looks just like you, my queen.”

“Like me?” You shot up.

“Lay back your grace, you need to relax,” she scolded you.

Throughout your pregnancy there was a fear in the back of your mind, that if the babe inherited your features that Aegon would be disappointed. Turns out, you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Yes,” he chuckled, tears swelling in his eyes, “like you. She is absolutely beautiful.”

He placed the baby in your arms, smiling down at the two of you.

A wave of guilt had crashed over Aegon at the sight of his newborn daughter. As well as your initial reaction to her looks. Thinking about the torment you endured for those same features in a world full of violet eyes and snow-white hair. How could he have been so cruel to you for something so fickle?

He couldn’t help but think about Ser Harwin Strong. And the fact that he probably shared the same thoughts as him the first time he laid eyes on you as a babe. This baby was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and the thought of anyone making her believe anything else made his blood boil. He would simply not allow it. Anyone who even dare whisper a word regarding your daughters features would lose their tongue for it.

Although the responsibility of sitting the Iron Throne loomed heavy over Aegon’s head it wasn’t until this very moment that he had true reason to be motivated to rule: his new family

[fangdokja]

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 474

You should’ve known better than to ignore his texts. Now you’re here, bent over a desk, your skirt hiked up, panties ripped clean off—and him slamming into you from behind. The empty classroom isn’t really empty. The door is wide open. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see.

"You wanna act like a fucking brat? Then I’ll treat you like one." His voice is low, smug, dripping with amusement. Your cheek presses against the cold desk, nails digging into the surface as he forces himself deeper. "You’re lucky I’m even giving you my cock after all that attitude." You bite your lip, trying—failing—to stifle the shameless, wet sounds of him using you.

"Oh? Now you wanna be quiet?" A sharp slap lands on your ass, making you yelp. "Nah, bitch, you wanna act up? Let the whole fucking school hear how much of a slut you are." Your legs tremble, his pace brutal, unforgiving. Each thrust forces you forward, making the desk creak beneath you.

"What, not gonna fight back? Thought you hated me, princess." His fingers dig into your hips, hard enough to bruise. "Didn’t stop your cunt from sucking me in, though." You whimper, shame burning in your gut. It’s too much. Too rough. And your body is betraying you. "Fucking knew it. Acting all high and mighty—like you’re better than me—" he spits, yanking your head back by your hair—forcing you to look at the open door.

"But you’re just a nasty little whore who lets me use her wherever I want." Your breath hitches. A group of guys walks past the hallway. They don’t see you. But they could. Your stomach knots with a sick mix of terror and humiliation. "Shit, you just got tighter. You like that, huh?" He laughs, voice thick with mockery.

"Bet you’d love getting caught. Letting them see what a dumb little fucktoy you are." Tears prick your eyes. "You crying, baby? Poor thing." His grip tightens, thrusts brutal. "Nah, you don’t get to act innocent. Not when you’re dripping all over my cock like this." You gasp, another sharp slap landing on your ass.

"Fucking say it." His fingers tangle in your hair again, forcing you to arch back. "Say you love being my personal fuckhole." You shake your head, choking back a sob. Wrong answer. His hand wraps around your throat, cutting off your breath. "Say it, bitch."

Your vision flickers. "Or I’ll fucking leave you here—stuffed full of my cum—so the next guy can have a turn." A shudder racks through you. "Say it." Your lips tremble.

"I… I love being your fuckhole." He groans, his pace turning frantic. "Good girl." Your head spins, your body aching, bruised, used. And still, he doesn’t stop. Not until he’s done with you. Not until he’s had his fill. Not until he’s ruined you completely.

♡ List of Fandoms and Characters.

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Ace Attorney: N/A

Arcane: N/A

Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Shidou Ryusei, Yoichi Isagi

Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi,Hawks, Katsuki Bakugo, Villain! Midoriya Izuku

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: Hiroki Dan

Death Note: Light Yagami

Demon Slayer: Muzan Kibutsuji, Rui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Tengen Uzui

Dishonored Series: N/A

Genshin Impact: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Xiao, Rex Lapis

Haikyuu!!: Atsumu Miya, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kei Tsukishima, Keishin Ukai, Kentarou Kyotani, Kenjiro Shirabu, Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintarou, Tendō Satori, Tetsurou Kuroo, Tobio Kageyama, Yūji Terushima

Honkai Star Rail: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Mr. Reca, Fallen! Phainon, Mydei, Nanook

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Feitan Portor, Gon Freecss, Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck, Kalluto Zoldyck, Nobunaga Hazama, Phinks, Uvogin

I'm Not That Kind of Talent: Demon Aru, Duke Illuster Starbe, Eduardo Deserte, Nemeseus

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megumi Fushiguro, Naoya Zen'in, Ryōmen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto

Kill The Hero: Kim Woo-Jin, Park Yong-Wan, Se Jun-Lee

Love and Deepspace: Caleb

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Claude, Gusion

MONSTER: N/A

Naruto Shippuden: Deidara, Hidan, Kabuto Yakushi, Madara Uchiha, Zabuza Momochi

One Punch Man: Boros, Garou, Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: Fang Yuan

TOUCHSTARVED: Mhin, Player Character, Vere

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Dust! Sans, Error! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Horror! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Underfell Papyrus, Underfell Sans, Undertale Chara

Wuthering Waves: Aalto, Scar

Your Throne: Eros Orna Vasilios

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