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Arcane? Squid Game? Severance? Bears? White Lotus? Yellowjackets? Last of Us? Peacemaker? STOP. Stop It. YOU ARE SAYING WORDS AT ME. you are cruel, and you are unforgiving, and you need to cut that shit OUT. i am barely human and even less barely hanging on by the tippy toes of my tippy claws. let me REST
*peering at a tv show that took 4 years to produce a 2nd season* hi there sweetheart! it's okay honey, you're in safe hands! you did a good job baby, we're so happy to have you back!!! (*hissing at the devil on my shoulder* did the writing get worse or has my bullshit tolerance plummeted? honest opinions only my dearest least favorite bitch)
#another Wednesday season ok yeah we expected this#The Handmaid's Tale okay honest didn't know that was still happening but i'll add it to the to watch list#but another fucking STRANGER THINGS what the FUCK is going ON#WHAT IS THIS I DON'T LIKE THIS I WANT TO GO *HOME*#*sobbing gasping throwing up* you can't make me care about this tv season i am a stone upon a cliffside and reality means noth--#âHacks is getting a 4th seasonâ wat.#*pricks my ears up like a mangy dog that just learned about a succulent fetid opossum roadkill* there's MORE THAN ONE HACKS SEASON???#I ASSUMED IT WAS CANCELLED THE MINUTE IT AIRED WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY RENEWED IT#I AM LOSING THE TINY UNIRONED FOLDS THAT REMAIN OF MY MIND (AND WHICH ARE FRANKLY LIKELY TO UNRAVEL DURING MY NEXT HOT SHOWER)#(my brain is not wrinkled so much as. frumpled. soak me in suds and dangle me by clothespins and leave me blousing around in the wind...#âbut gaud half of these haven't aired yetâ check back in 6 months and tell me im WRONG
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The King II
Alexia Putellas x Sister!Reader
Patri Guijarro x Putellas!Reader
Summary: Your sister thinks you're hiding something from her
There's something different with you.
Alexia knows that for a fact.
There's something that's changed. There's something that's happened.
Alexia can tell just from the way you've relaxed, the way your posture is more open, the way you're smiling more rather than your usual stern face and eye rolls.
Her own eyes narrow as she watches you lean against a wall with Patri, talking in hushed whispers as Mapi passes by, slapping you on the shoulder with a massive grin on her face.
Gears tick in your sister's head as she watches you throughout training - your smiling, carefree face lit up in delight.
It comes to her in the middle of the night.
There's a romantic comedy playing on the bedroom tv and Olga curled up by her side but Alexia still bolts upright, shattering the soft atmosphere that had been building.
"She slept with a groupie!"
Olga rubs the sleep from her eyes, blinking a few times as she's rudely awoken by Alexia's swift movements. "What?"
"My sister! Oh my god...Olga, she's sleeping with a fan! That's why she's all light and airy at training! Some football groupie is taking advantage of my sister!"
"Ale...what if she's just gotten a girlfriend?"
Alexia gives her a look of disbelief. "Don't be so disgusting. Y/n hasn't got a girlfriend! She can barely talk to girls! No, some groupie is taking advantage of my sister's inexperience!"
"I don't think...You know what? Sure, whatever you say, Ale. Can we finish our film now?"
When Alexia comes into training the next day, you can tell something's different about her.
She's been kind of shifty and awkward...
More awkward than normal that is.
She hovers by you incessantly, looking over your shoulder when you're texting and walking you to your car everyday like she's worried someone's going to jump out of the bushes or something.
You're pretty sure you even saw her car outside of your apartment when you left in the morning but it was already gone by the time Patri came downstairs so you could carpool together to training.
Everything about your sister is getting stranger and stranger through the coming days and you don't know what you could have possibly done to get her to hover like this.
You're not sick. You're not injured and those are the only two reasons she's hovered in the past like that time when you were ten and caught the flu and Alexia camped out on your bedroom floor even though Mama told her she'd get sick too or that time exactly a year later when you'd fallen from the jungle gym at school and broke your arm.
She'd cried so hard in the hospital that the nurses thought she was the one that was injured.
She's hovering a bit like that now though and you subtly pat at your limbs in case she's seeing something you haven't noticed yet.
But there's nothing wrong with you. Nothing that would alarm Alexia anyway and you really don't know why she's staring at you so intently.
You're not even sure she knows how she's look at you right now - wide eyed and unblinking.
Your sister and subtle just don't seem to work in the same sentence.
Least of all in the middle of the night when you open your apartment door to Alexia standing there.
"Ale?" You say, rubbing your eyes to rid the sleep from them," What's...? What's going?"
Alexia takes you in.
You must have been sleeping, hair all messy and the soft Stitch pyjamas Alba got you for Christmas on your body.
"I can't want to come and visit my sister?" Alexia asks.
"At one in the morning? Ale, we have training tomorrow."
"I know," Alexia says, practically barging her way through your door and beelining straight for your bedroom.
Her face falls the moment she gets in though.
"What are you looking for?" You ask, still yawning as you come up behind her," If this is about that jean skirt thing, I didn't take it. Alba's got it. Not me. You know I don't wear that kind of stuff."
Alexia pulls a face as she looks around the room, clearly not finding what she wanted.
"Like, I can call Alba and tell her to give it back," You continue," But I don't know why you need to in the middle of the night so urgently. I mean...Ale? Alexia?"
But your sister is already gone and you wake up the next day ninety percent sure that the whole interaction was some dream hallucination brought on by something dodgy that you'd cooked.
Which is why, here and now, you lay splayed out on your sofa with Patri ordering pizza.
Technically, she lives one floor above you but you've been cohabitating more and more these recent weeks.
She's at home in your apartment and you're at home in hers.
"I was thinking," She says, fingers slowly moving up and down your bare arm," That after this season, we can go away for a bit. Just the two of us."
"The two of us?"
Patri tilts your head up until you can just about feel her lips on yours. "Us. Some sand. Some sea. A lot of sex."
"I like that plan."
You connect your lips with hers and before you know it, you're pressed up in bed together and lazily making out again.
"Another round?" Patri asks, eyes hooded and salacious smirk upon her face.
"I would," You say," But I think the pizza man who has been ringing the doorbell won't be happy to wait any longer."
You pull on your clothes, still buttoning up your shirt when you swing open the door.
You expect the pizza man.
Your mouth hangs open at the sight of your sister there.
Her eyes narrow as she takes in your appearance - your messy sex hair and the hickeys running up your neck.
"I knew it!" She says, barging in like she did last week," You're sleeping with a groupie!"
"I-What?!"
But Alexia isn't listening anymore.
Her eyes zero in on the pile of Patri's clothes.
They start from your sofa but track the path you both took into your bedroom.
Alexia turns to you slowly, eyes going between you and the clothes. "She's still here?"
"Alexia, wait. It's not-"
Alexia's slams your bedroom door open as you scramble after her.
Your girlfriend sits up in your bed, covers pressed against her chest as she awkwardly smiles at your sister.
"Hey, Ale..."
You clear your throat and Alexia's eyes immediately rest on you - eyes wide in shock.
"So..." You say," At least Patri's not a groupie?"
#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas#patri guijarro x reader#patri guijarro#woso community#woso imagine#woso fanfics#woso
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Hey girl, just read your Eren one shot and I was loving ittt. Could I ask for a one shot of Eren x black female bestfriends who have a flirty relationship but Eren finally makes a move when she gets asked out by someone else? #smutty please âşď¸
we might share the same brain cell :P
you don't want me to see nobody else .á
plot: bestfriend!eren is tired of only being best friends.
content warning: pining, mutual pining, jealous eren, oblivious reader, slut shaming (barely), titty sucking, oral f!recieving, fingering, cowgirl
peachy's yap: wc 4k.á i've literally thought about this so many times i love best friend eren in every way !
âher? nah she's my best friend."
"girlfriend... i don't have a girlfriend. oh y/n? that's my best friend."
"yeah we live together but we're strictly best friends."
those were just three of the many different statements eren replied to strangers. strangers being people your friends brought the two of you around. your friends themselves couldn't even tell others what you both had going on.
"y/n and eren? well, they're best friends, and uh... they hug a lot."
"yeah they do that often, she always sits on his lap."
"when did he start holding her waist in public? that's new."
"truthfully i've seen them kiss. on the lips!"
all of it was true you and eren did hug a lot even cuddle when it was cold. you sat on his lap proudly in public, especially at the club you wouldn't dare let some stripper twerk on your best friend. he held your waist when you and your friends walked around the mall looking for things to buy.
you did kiss twice though once at a dinner party on accident when you turned to talk to eren and the same when he tried to kiss your cheek. another time when you both were crossfaded in your room you looked over at your best friend. his eyes were low and his pink lips shiny from chapstick and he looked very fuckable.
but even after that your friendship stayed the same and you didn't falter. you were best friends and even promised to be in the next life. and today was just like every other day.
"ren!" you yelled and eren walked to you from your shared kitchen. you laid on the couch wrapped in a blanket watching a scary movie. he stood at the end of the couch looking at you with a raised brow.
"yeah ma," he asked and you pointed at the tv his eyes followed your finger. you could barely hear the tv from where you sat. "what you scared?" he laughed at you and you frowned.
"no i ain't scared!" you defended although you were truthfully scared that wasn't what you wanted. "remember how your fat ass stepped on the remote and it broke yesterday?" you said and he looked around trying to act like he didn't hear you.
"what about it?" he asked still looking at the TV.
"i can't hear it and we haven't got a new remote. so can you turn it up pleaseeee?" you asked and he scoffed turning up the TV and looking at you to see if you were satisfied. you nodded in approval happy now that you could hear the TV. "thank you, hun."
"mhm you're welcome," he mumbled walking over to you and kissing your forehead. things like that were everyday interactions for you and eren. it was friendly and you never thought of it any other way. you watched the movie until eren came into the living room with two plates.
he handed you one and sat directly next to you in the corner of the couch. you lifted the blanket placing it over eren's legs. he grabbed your legs placed them over his lap and looked down at you.
"what movie is this again?" he asked and you scoffed rolling your eyes.
"i don't know it's on a random channel, no remote remember." you playfully remind him to which he scoffs. he promised he would go out today and buy a new remote after work.
since you took today off you sat in your room all day waiting for eren to return. just for eren to come back with two bottles of Don Julio, a family box of Cheez-Its, and a value pack of sour gummy worms. everything but a damn remote.
"you don't gotta remind me every time." he laughed and you shook your head.
"i'll go get it tomorrow." you laugh as a comfortable silence settles between the two as you both enjoy the meal. after you both finished he left to clean the dishes and returned minutes later. he sat down in his previous spot except this time he pulled you in between his legs. you leaned your against his chest looking up at him.
"hm?" he hummed in a questioning tone and for a second you weren't exactly sure what you wanted to say. lost in his green eyes that you swore swirled hypnotizing you into becoming a mute. his fingers rubbed small circles on the bare skin of your thigh. his other hand under your oversized teachers resting on your stomach.
"you work tomorrow?" you asked and he nodded looking at the time seeing it was getting close to his bedtime. he was trying to stay up later so you wouldn't call him an old man but he was exhausted. "can i ride with you?"
"yea, you can." he cleared his throat standing you up and standing up behind you. "finna go to bed," he mumbled stretching as your eyes never left his happy trail until it was hidden by his shirt again.
"can you sleep in my room? i got scared." you now admit to being scared by the low-budget horror film. he obliged as you both went to your room.
the next day was how you expected stressful, tiring, and overall draining. it was going on 3 pm and you only had one client left. you had two appointments and even did three walk-ins you were beat.
you looked across the tattoo shop at your best friend who looked even more exhausted than you. he was finishing up his last client it was his second large back piece of the day along with 3 smaller tattoos.
eren was always the busiest it was his shop and everyone loved his work. although you, connie, annie, and mikasa were good at what you did, it wasn't beating eren's talent by a long shot. you stood up walking over to his station sitting next to him watching him work.
after another 20 minutes, your client arrived, he was a regular client for you. if you were being honest you gave him discounts here and there because he was fine as hell. whenever he called and needed you to squeeze him in you never told him no.
"wassup y/n." he smiled his white teeth nearly blinding you with its reflection of the sun. you returned his smile patting the back of the seat.
"heyyy come take a seat," you said and got started with the process. you were first sitting in silence until he asked about your day. taking the opportunity to rant about your stressful day.
"man if i known that i would've waited until tomorrow or when you ain't have as many people," he said and you shook your head.
"i'll never tell you no, you know that." you send him a bright smile and he returns the gesture.
"i must be your favorite?" he laughed and you nodded slowly still keeping your main focus on his tattoo.
"you might be..." you say and he sends you a smirk. he was getting cocky and you fed into it.
"then let your favorite client take you out?" he looked at you and as much as your body wanted to freeze up from shock. you stayed calm lightly nodding your head. "not for no free tattoos or nothin'. i been liking you for a while and i've known you for three years now and..." you cut him off as he started to ramble.
"i'll go out with you." you laughed trying to lighten the mood. he was obviously a little anxious but you admired him for asking.
"oh ok cool, bet." he nodded to himself and you smiled the whole time you finished his tattoo. you were just happy someone you found attractive thought the same about you.
after that, you both said your goodbyes and you walked over to eren who sat in his chair waiting for you to finish. he grabbed your bag from you and you both made sure everything was good to be locked up. you switched the lights off following eren to his bike.
"what were you and that guy gigglin' bout?" eren asked handing you your helmet and you shrugged.
"nothin', much he asked me out and that was about it," you tell eren and he freezes turning to look at you. you weren't sure why he looked so shocked at that statement so you chuckled.
"what?" you asked getting on the back of the bike and he shook his head. not bothering to say anything to you he just wanted to get home. he sped home going a little faster than you liked your arms wrapping tightly around him.
once you both made it back home eren wasted no time jumping off the bike. he didn't even look back at you and rushed into the apartment. you followed behind him oblivious to his anger.
"what you want for dinner i'll cook," you say and he shrugs his shoulders walking to his room and slamming his door shut. you stood in front of the door in shock, you and eren never stayed mad at each other.
you shook your head going to your room and deciding on taking a shower. you sat your phone on the counter in the kitchen along with your keys and bag. you went and did your regular shower routine before going to cook. when you came out eren was sitting at the island eating food.
"you doordashed?" you asked and he nodded. looking down at your phone and then back at his food. you frowned seeing your phone had lit up meaning you had gotten a notification. you walked over grabbing your phone seeing it was a text from the client who had asked you out.
6:23 pm
it was good to see your pretty face today how does friday at 7 pm sound?
you smiled at the message about to text back until eren snatched your phone. you looked up at him with your eyebrows furrowed in anger. "eat your food." he nodded in the direction of the bag and you squinted your eyes at him.
"fuck we forgot the remote again." you groaned. eren watched your every move you felt him watching. but you ignored it not wanting him to know that you were nervous from his intense gaze. "what's your problem today?" you asked getting it over with.
"you gonna go out with him?" he asked and you turned to look at him like he had lost his mind.
"why would i not?" you say grabbing your food and sitting next to him. he hummed nodding his head almost like you were irritating him. you both ate your food in silence just as you were about to swallow your last bite eren spoke.
"you ever thought about how it'd make me feel?" he asked and you choked on your food not sure what he meant.
"what?" you asked and he sighed looking away from you.
"i'm just sayin' like we best friends and stuff..." you cut him off assuming he thought you both had to sit down and contemplate whether or not you would date this guy or not.
"you expect me to run to you like you're my father and ask if it's okay that i date him?" you said now getting angry that eren was acting this way.
"that's not what i'm getting at bruh. i'm sayin' like one guy comes and asks you on a date and you just said yes?" he said and you squinted your eyes at him.
"you callin' me easy?" you asked grabbing your empty plate and throwing it away. not only were you fed up with his attitude his words hurt you.
"no ma that's not..."
"don't 'ma' me. you sittin' here callin' me easy and getting mad that someone showed interest in me. i've never had a boyfriend because they're always scared of you. let me have this one please." you practically beg eren. and then there it was again. that swirling in his eyes that was saying everything and nothing at all. you began to storm off to your room but eren asked a question that made your stomach churn.
"have you ever... thought about me? in that way?" he asked you and you blinked in shock.
"in what way?" you asked, you needed him to be straight up and tell you what he really wanted to know.
"have you ever thought about dating me and uh... being with me?" he asked and you cleared your throat. you never thought you and your best friend would be having this conversation.
"yes i have... maybe a year ago," you admitted and he grabbed your wrist pulling you back to him.
"when we kissed? in your bed?" he asked and you nodded slowly.
"i thought about you for days, months really. i hid the way i felt, i didn't want you to know," you admitted to him.
"i've always felt that way about you," he admitted and you looked at him your eyes running over his face. his eyes, nose, lips, everything that made you feel the way you did a year ago. "don't go out with him... go out with me."
you didn't know what to say but you knew you wanted to kiss him. it had been a year since you felt those lips against yours and you needed him. you were standing between his legs as he sat on the barstool in your kitchen. his hands gripped the exposed skin of your waist as you both stared at each other
you couldn't wait another minute to press your lips against his. the softness of his lips and the urgency in his movements made it all the more sensual. your hands ran along his shoulders finding their way in his hair. you took out his bun letting his hair fall as you ran your fingers through his hair.
"have you ever thought of me like this?" you asked referring to the intimate moment you were both about to have.
"so so so many times," he said breathlessly lifting you like you weighed nothing. he sat you on the counter gripping your thighs and spreading them apart. he stood between your legs and went back to kissing you. his hands found their way to your ass and massage the flesh. your hands rubbed the back of his neck playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.
he pushed his tongue in your mouth his tongue roaming around your mouth. the kiss was sloppy spit sloshing and swapping between your mouths. he pulled back as a line of spit followed, both of your chests raising and falling at a fast pace.
he grabbed your jaw pushing your head backward and attacking your neck. you whine at the feeling of his teeth grazing the muscles of your neck. he kissed down your neck and behind your ear, you could hear his rigid breathing. his hands reached under your shirt noticing you don't have a bra on.
"no bra?" he asked smirking and you sighed as he pulled your shirt over your head.
"i just g...got out the shower." you stuttered as he rolled his nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. he pulled at them watching your eyes flutter close at the feeling. he roughly grips your breasts fondling them and looking at you.
"put em' in my mouth," he instructed looking up at you through his lashes. your eyes widened at the thought and he nodded letting you know he was serious. he stuck his tongue out as you grabbed your boob placing it on his tongue.
his mouth latched around your breast sucking and lightly biting at your nipple. his hand grabbed your right boob fondling and playing with your nipple until he switched. he sucked so hard that you felt your need cunt clench around nothing wanting him in you so bad. your hands played in his hair pulling him away from your chest.
"why'd you do that?" he frowned looking up at you. his eyes were 3 shades darker.
"i need you..." you whined and he smirked at your neediness. he lifted you off the counter kiss you as he walked over to the couch placing you on your back.
"can i take off your shorts?" he asked and you nodded. he took off your shorts looking at your skimpy panties that were soaked. your juices creating a wet spot on your pretty pink panties. eren spread your legs his nose nudging the spot sniffing your scent.
eren let out a guttural groan and the smell and pulled off his shirt. his body was nothing new to you but seeing him hover above you with his shirt off made it so much more sensual. he unbuttoned his pants taking them off followed by his boxers. he was huge not as big as you imagined but to be fair you imagined him to be 13 inches.
although he wasn't as long as he was in your wet dreams, 8 1/2 inches was bigger than most. he was bigger than most of the guys you followed on twitter. you reached up grabbing his dick and your hand couldn't even wrap all the way around it. you stroked him slowly and he threw his head back his cock already twitching from the feeling.
"let me taste you," he mumbled and you looked up at him with a smile. you wanted to tease him, he was a naturally dominant man. even one second to be a tease was enough to make you feel superior.
"what was that rennie?" you asked in a seductive tone rubbing your thumb across the slit of his tip playing with the stickiness of his precum.
"i said let me taste you," he said louder this time and you nodded. spreading your legs. eren gripped your panties easily ripping them down the middle. your lips and swollen clit on full display your entrance dripping your wetness. "such a pretty pussy... so wet for me." he hummed leaning down to lick a long stripe down your folds.
he sucked on your clit and now and then teased your entrance with his tongue. he groaned into your pussy while he eat you out your body squirming under the feeling. your legs tried to squeeze together trapping his head between them, the feeling so overwhelming.
eren pushed your legs open letting up from your clit. his thumb swirled over your clit and you moaned loudly from the feeling. without warning he pushed his middle finger in fingering you roughly.
"you like that baby?" he asked with a raised brow and your head was thrown back as you moaned loudly at the feeling. he didn't get an answer from you so he pushed in a second finger. you whined at the pressure of a second finger. "you keep ignoring me i'll add a third." he said deeply and you pushed your limits thinking there was no way he would.
he fingered you vigorously so fast that you could hear your juices sloshing. your cunt tightened around his fingers. loving the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you. since you didn't answer eren did as he said he would add another finger in. you squealed he was stretching you so good and the feeling was overwhelming.
"m'close ren." you moaned feeling that feeling in your stomach.
"tell me how much you love it then i'll let you cum." he said and your voice was giving out from your moaning and screaming. "c'mon ma just three words." he taunted you while he fingered your wet, needy pussy. he ground his hips into the couch getting harder by the minute watching you leak all over the couch just from his fingers.
"i love it ren fuck!" you yelled and he smirked as your body gyrated from the orgasm begging to be released.
"cum for me baby, cum for your best friend rennie." he said as you let go cumming hard, your cream coating his fingers as your body shivered from the pleasure. "gooood girl," he said pulling his cream-coated fingers out of your cunt. he pushed them into your mouth as you sucked and slurped your cream off his fingers.
he pushed them down your throat making you gag on all three of his thick digits. you smiled at him as he leaned down kissing you. his tongue dancing with yours as he tasted you on your tongue. you sat up pushing him down on the couch. he leaned against the back of the couch as you straddled his waist.
"you sure?" he asked and you nodded wanting to show him what you could do. although you never had a boyfriend didn't mean you never had sex. you wanted to show eren what he had been missing.
you planted your feet on the ground lowering yourself onto him. he moaned in your ear and you whimpered at the way his cock stretched you. he was way thicker than those three fingers he used earlier. you lowered yourself fully onto him until your ass met his thighs.
your eyes were closed and your body ground into his, enjoying the feeling. after you adjusted to the size you began to ride him. your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands gripping your waist.
"fuck baby you feel so good, so wet, fuck." he groaned as you fastened your pace bouncing on his cock. you couldn't slow down you couldn't take it slow, not with the way you felt every inch of his cock stroking your insides.
"mmm ren." you moaned leaning your chest against his kissing him biting on his bottom lip. your pace slowed a little until eren moved his grip to your ass helping you ride him. still kissing you roughly while he moved you to keep the same fast pace.
his big hands almost covering most of your ass, he slapped one encouraging you to ride him faster. he watched the way your beautiful brown ass rippled from the force.
"you're doing so good ma. make us cum." he tells you as your knees got tired and he grabbed you. "you tired baby?" he asked whispering in your ear.
"mmm mhm." you whimpered out and he nodded. eren turned around so you both were lying the length of the couch. he planted his feet fucking up into you. "ren!" you yelled feeling him roughly fuck into you. it was extremely loud the sound of your bodies colliding and your yelling out from eren's rough thrust was enough for the two of you to get noise complaints.
"you close baby? i'm close." he rambled loving the feeling of your walls clenching and unclenching around him. "play with your clit." he demanded. you listened not in the mood to defy him. you rubbed your clit vigorously watching eren bite his lips as sweat ran down his forehead. his hair stuck to his forehead and his broad shoulders tensed as he fucked up into you with immense force.
"m'cumming ren." you moaned loudly and he grunted.
"me too cum with me ma." he said as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you whimpered out in pleasure. "fuck i love you shit," he said and your eyes widened as his warm cum filled you up. his dick twitching and pulsing as his seed painted your insides white.
"y... you love me?" you asked still sitting on his cock as your mixed fluids dripped down his dick and his balls. your body automatically grinding into his at the feeling of being full.
"of course i do i've told you that so many times," he said giving you a confused look and you shook your head.
"no that was as friends i mean do you love me like a lover?" you asked and he smiled at your explanation.
"i never meant it as a friend," he said and you pouted at his statement and you nodded in satisfaction.
"then i love you too rennie."
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Rating: 18+ minors DNI
Summary: What starts off as a regular Spring Break attending Wrestlemania for Alana, takes an unexpected turn, landing her in a fantasy come to life. The Tribal Chief is in need of unwinding after his victory and he chose her.
Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black Fem OC
Warnings: NSFW // Smut // Age gap // Profanity // Adultery
Word count: 8.9k (sorry lol)
Inspo: Biggest Fan by Chris Brown
A/N: This took way longer than it should've, but I'm actually proud of myself for finishing. Y'all don't know how many times I've started writing something in the past and never finish. There's drafts of unfinished everything on my laptop.
This is my first time posting my writing on any platform. I hope y'all like it. I tried to proofread as much as I can, but I'm honestly tired of reading it lol. I feel like I'm going to realize its shit and delete it all.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any media posted. Credit to their respective owners.
I do not consent to any portion of my writing to be reproduced or used in any manner without expressed written permission of myself, with the exception for the use of brief quotations.
This story is completely fictional. With the exception of OCs, I do not own any characters in this story. The pictures posted are for the intention of face claims and imaginative purposes. The ideas, stories, scenarios, and characters you are about to read about are a mixture of my imagination, and inspiration from real life whether it be loosely based on people I know or public figures. By no means should you take anything a character thinks, says, or does, as my way of expressing my own interpersonal beliefs and thoughts. The characters are themselves and I am me. Two completely separate entities. I am not trying to promote any lifestyle, ideas, or agendas throughout the book. I am simply telling a story. If you cannot grasp that concept, do not read any further.
âI wonder if the Usos will come out.â
âYeah, probably,â I respond to my roommate Demi, only half as concerned as she is. The Usos are the last thing on my mind. Theyâre her choice of poison. Iâm here for one man and one man only.
I survey the crowd of strangers surrounding us. All in Bloodline gear waiting for the same thing. The Main Event. They all probably spent a fortune months ago just to be in the very same spot she and I stole tickets for.
It wasnât on purpose. We originally had nosebleeds. We were lucky to even have those, seeing as we snagged them just days ago. The frail older man outside the doors waving a chunk of tickets in his hand, was an angel in disguise. He waved and waved until two tickets went flying into the thick crowd of people all pushing to just get into the main doors of the building.Â
Demi and I searched on hands and feet for those tickets that no one else seemed to be looking for. Imagine our disbelief seeing them all dirtied and stepped on by the door and they read floor seats. Not just any floor seats. The ones located directly next to the entrance ramp with a clear shot of the ring. Fucking jackpot.
donât be acting all fanned out when he walks by either
I smirk reading the text my brother sent. Yeah, right. Maybe three years ago, a young Alana wouldâve woke up tomorrow morning with no voice from losing my shit, watching the Roman Reigns walk by me. But it's not five years ago. Iâm not a teenager in my room waiting at the TV with my golden glove on, throwing my oneâs up and giving an acknowledgment he couldnât even see.Â
Who am I fooling? That teenage girl, although buried deep, still lives within me. Otherwise I wouldnât even be here. I wouldnât have spent the two thousand my dad gave me to enjoy my spring break on a plane ticket to LA, a hotel and tickets to Wrestle-mania 39. Iâd be like the rest of the Juniors at my university. Bar hopping in Mexico or in Miami half naked strutting down Collins Ave.
I go back and forth between scrolling on my phone, daydreaming, and loosely watching the matches that come. Before I know it, the moment Iâve been waiting for all night and damn near all my life rises to the forefront.
The lights dim and the first beats of the drums ring loud throughout the stadium, matching the acceleration of my heartbeat. This is really happening. Heâs about to come out and walk right past me. Everyone around me pulls their phones out on the ready, accompanied by a roar of screams just as loud as the orchestra performing his music.Â
Too concentred on the entry way anticipating his figure, I forget I even have a phone. No, I need to feel this thoroughly. No middle man between me and this unforgettable experience.
We all wait in collaborative angst until his tall figure emerges and my breath gets caught in my throat. The aura and the energy he carries is all consuming, demanding the attention of every person present, even his haters. Solo and Paul flank behind him following his slow and steady pace until he comes to a hard stop.Â
The cameraman is dangerously close as he kneels to catch him from an angle down below. This is so surreal. On cue his pyro lights fire, upping the excitement from the crowd if even possible. Everyone is already losing their minds. Even Demiâs screams threatened to take out my right eardrum despite her main infatuation resting with the Usos.
His mesmerizing eyes scan the crowd with a slight nod of approval and then they land onâŚme? Time stills and I canât hear the noise around me. Was he staring at me?Â
As much as I want to look around for confirmation that his eyes are indeed locked on me, Iâm hypnotized. The slight scrunch of his brows and his dark pupils paralyze me in place. Jesus, Lana. Move. Smile. Wave. Shit, do something.
Heâs fucking beautiful. Carved from stone. Kissed by the sun. Hair wet and hanging. Ula Fala draping perfectly around his neck. Full beard with a hint of greying. And his chest. God, his chest. His abs rippled perfectly. Iâm scared to even blink, at the risk that Iâll miss something.
A thick pink tongue slithers out over his lips and I heat up from the inside out. My god.
In a flash he looks onward to the ring on the move again and the world returns to its original state.Â
I turn to face Demi whose eyes are wide like a saucer. âBiiiitch,â she drags out and we break into a fit of laughter.
âOkay, so Iâm not bugging?â My brows dent.Â
âNo. No, I saw it too,â she assures me. âThat man was definitely eye fucking you.â My face heats replaying the scene back in my head. âThat was so surreal. Heâs so much bigger in personâŚâ Her voice trails off once I get lost in my thoughts watching him hold his titles up in the center of the ring. He moves like a king. Like everywhere he goes he expects everyone to bow gracefully and fall at his feet. It makes him even more attractive than just what the eyes can reach. Fuck me. This is going to be a long night.
Demi got her wish. The Usos came out but their stunt didnât last too long due to an appearance from Sami and Kevin. Somehow, Roman still took home the win. Still the champion. Still on top. Still the man.
The whole match, I could only half way focus on him and his god-like figure moving about in the ring. The other half of me was still stuck in the moment we shared during his entrance. Was he really staring at me?
Call me delusional, but I swear he looked at me two more times. Once during the match, when he kicked out at the last second of Codyâs pin. He struggled to his knees and rested back on his heels to scan the crowd. He stumbled to his feet, but not before those eyes bore a hole into mine for a quick second. Then again, when he won. He held up his titles, chest heaving up and down, then he looked my way with a squint.
âI canât believe he still won,â Demi practically has to yell as we ease our way through the crowd to leave. âI was sure it was game over when Sami gave him the boot.â
Simultaneously we push through the back entrance doors and let them slam behind us. The slightly chilly night air of April hitting. No more screams. No more crowds. But the rush and aura of the night still lingers on us.
âMy man doesnât take Lâs,â I tell her matter-of-factly with my chin up.
âI see,â she laughs.
We were smart. We took an Uber and told him to let us out from almost three blocks away. We follow that same pattern now to avoid the rush and traffic of everybody trying to leave at once. Towards the opposite way of the parking lot, away from the crowds, we start our journey to a quiet block to call the Uber.Â
âWanna hit it?â Demi extends her hand that holds a lit blunt in between her fingers. I shake my head.
âHow the hell did you even get that thing in?â
âTampon,â she informs before pulling from it. Of course. Sheâs been sneaking weed into parties that way since we were freshmen.
âExcuse me! Ladies!â An authoritative calls from behind causing us both to stop in our tracks. I know that voice. âExcuse me!â
Demi and I lock eyes and at once we do a complete one-eighty to find him practically chasing us down.
âWhat the fuck?â I hear Demi murmur before he stops in front of us winded.
âLadies,â he offers one firm nod. âMy name isâââ
âPaul Heyman,â we finish for him in unison.Â
A smug smile adorns his chubby face. âThatâs right.â He holds a hand out and we both just stare at it for a while. After several seconds of an awkward and shocking silence, Demi abruptly shakes his hand and I follow her lead, still trying to make sense of this moment.
âIâve been sent to relay a message. The Tribal Chief has requested your services for tonight.â
âServices?â The line between Demiâs thoughts and what comes out of her mouth has always been very blurred.
âYes,â he confirms. In unison we turn just our heads to each other with equal expressions of confusion and disbelief. âYou see, The Tribal Chief likes the comfort of company while heâs on the road from time to time.â
âCompany, huh?â I catch Demiâs smirk.
âEspecially on nights like tonight. You know?â I raise a brow. âAll the adrenaline, excitement, and energy from tonightâs match. It's good for him to uh⌠blow off some steam and unwind.â
I lose count of how many times Demi and I have to exchange looks tonight. Since Iâve met her weâve always spoke a nonverbal language only we understand. A subtle head nod in the direction of a cute boy in the room, an eye roll when somebody says something problematic, or wide eyes when someone spills tea that we know weâll have to debrief about later. Tonight, our eyes dance in a mutual agreement that canât be any clearer. âHell yeah,â I speak for the first time.Â
Demi tosses the lit blunt and we both advance to follow him. âOh no, Iâm sorry. Just you.â
âMe?â I ask with a finger to my chest. He grins slyly nodding.
âIâ I don't know.â
âYou donât know?â Demi slaps my arm.
âIâll need an answer now. Gotta get you to his bus before the real crowd emerges. Thereâs a few things you need to sign.â Sign? Oh god. This is getting serious.
âMâmaybe this is a mix up. Are you sure he asked for meââ
âBitch.â Iâm interrupted by a firm push from Demi toward Paul. My eyes meet her wide ones that scream, âgo.â
I look between the both of them. âYouâll be fine getting to the hotel?â Iâm not all the way certain how tonight will go, but I have a feeling I wonât be seeing her until tomorrow.
âGirl, donât worry about me. Iâll always get where Iâm going. I should be the last thing on your mind.â
âWe can wait until her Uber comes?â I eye Paul who eyes his watch briefly.
âSure.â
So we wait in silence. The whole time, I bounce the idea of just saying never mind and pussying out, back and forth like tennis. Reading my mind, Demi would eye me and mouth âdonât you dare.â So many things can go wrong. Iâm not even entirely sure I know what the hell Paul is talking about. Company? Services? It could mean so many things. Does he want to talk? A massage? Am I going to just sit there on his lap while he watches TV? What if heâs one of those foot guys? Is he going to touch himself while I sit there barefoot? Oh god, please donât have a foot fetish.
With the exception of tonight, Iâve only ever seen him through a screen. Playing a character. I donât know him. Thatâs the reality of it. Am I really about to follow a stranger, Paul Heyman, to accompany another strange man?
After checking that she has the right Uber and sensing she will be safe alone with him, I let her hand go. She gives me one final look before I let her shut the car door. âMake him remember you, bitch.â
Like a farmer leading its cattle to slaughter, I follow him as he leads me up the steep steps of the bus. A pit of something stirs in my stomach the deeper we walk. Equal parts angst and doom. Like the end of something and the beginning at the same time. We pass the driverâs seat. The floors are a shiny mahogany wood, matching the cabinets of the kitchen area we end up in. Although small, it feels grand. Definitely doesnât seem like a space this chic belongs in a bus trailer. I guess only the best for the best.
In the midst of admiring the space, I look over to see Paul shuffling some papers around.
âAlright! So Iâll need you to sign this.â He separates one stack from the main one and slides a pen out for me. âJust something that says weâre not responsible for any items lost, damaged, or anything like that.â Everything in me screams to read the thick stack thoroughly before I dare sign my name on the dotted line. I do it anyway, because who even has time for that? Paul is already moving about like he has somewhere to be.
âAnd this here,â he pushes the signed paper out the way and slides another stack in its place. This one much thicker than the former. I raise a brow. âDonât worry. It's just a non-disclosure. Nothing discussed, seen, or heard after you sign can be shared with any other persons.â
I look for the expiration date of the legal document and donât find one. I search and my eyes land on the word indefinitely.
âIndefinitely, huh?â I think deeply about what I am about to agree to. I would only even want to tell Demi and a few other girls from our bookclub maybe that watch WWE. My eyes land on the seven figure lawsuit terms if the NDA is breached. I weigh my options. Spill tea and get fined or secretly get intimate with the man of my dreamsâŚ
The pen is smooth as it glides along the dotted line and I cap it before handing it back over to Paul. âPerfect.â He takes it and reorganizes the papers. I blow out a breath looking around again. Thereâs a grey curtain blocking off the rest of the bus, which I assume holds a bedroom of some sort and a bathroom.
âIs he already here?â I lean to try and get a peak of whats beyond the curtain.
âNope. Heâs doing a bit of press and wrapping some things up backstage. Youâll wait for him here. The driver is inside the building. Probably wonât be back until late tonight. Roman should be back soon.â
âIâm expected to stay here overnight?â
âTotally up to you. Iâm sure you and him will figure it out. Itâs not like him to spend the night alone though.â
In that moment it becomes clear what I am here to do. My heart lurches at the thought of just sharing a bed and possibly cuddling with him. His big muscular arms wrapped around me. The heat of his breath on the back of my neck and the hardness of his diâ
âThis wasnât on the NDA you just signed, but,â he held his hand out between us. âIâm gonna need that phone before I leave.â Of course. I almost change my mind. âDonât worry. Youâll get it back as soon as it's all over. Definitely before you leave.â
Fuck it. I retrieve my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and he gladly takes it. I donât need it anyhow. I canât imagine being in the presence of him anyway and my phone stealing the show. I would forget I even had one.
It's not long before heâs packing everything up, preparing to leave me. A small part doesnât want him to go. He served as sort of a comfort. Truth be told, my heart is in my ass.
He pulls the curtain back to reveal a chic bedroom set up. If I didn't know any better, I would think we are in a five star hotel and not a bus trailer.Â
Everything is a sleek grey with undertones of black. Glossy black wood dresser chest and a matching nightstand. Black wood bed frame and headboard. I run my hand along the dark grey duvet thats just as soft as it looks.Â
âIâll be on my way. Youâll probably see me tomorrow or later tonight. If not someone else will give the phone back.â He waves my phone and turns, but not before pulling the curtain back to close.
Iâm all alone now. Theres a flat screen mounted opposite the bed, but the noise wonât do anything but make me more anxious. I want to be able to hear everything going on.
I have the weird urge to go through his suitcase I see sitting upright by the wall. I shake the thought away knowing it's an invasion of privacy. I opt to go through the dresser chest instead. Its empty. I guess he didnât get a chance to unpack.
I turn and rest my butt on it, crossing my arms. Minutes go by, and what seems like an hour passes before I hear movement outside the bus. Deep voices talking and then I hear heavy steps heading my way. I straighten up. No, too formal. I sit on the bed legs crossed. No, what am I? An escort?
I stand again and take my original place leaning on the edge of the dresser, just in time for the curtain to pull back. The sight of his large stature so much closer to me than he was in the arena takes my breath away.
He doesnât say a word. Just looks at me and walks right by me to his suitcase. Then heâs in the bathroom. The sound of him peeing is loud followed by water running.Â
Big, tan and burly, he emerges again. He moves with power just oozing off of him, with an authority that just screamed, âIâm in charge.â It's not just a ring persona. Thats just him.
My eyes never leave his tall frame maneuvering around the small space as if Iâm not even standing here. He kicks the Jordans off his feet to slip into his slides. His Nike hoodie comes off next and he tosses it on the small loveseat in the corner. His big and cut arms now in full view.
He relieves himself of the contents in his pants pockets. Wallet, keys, some loose change, and a small folded paper all fall on the dresser. He stops for a moment holding out his left hand. He twists the black band off his ring finger and places it in the drawer instead of on top of the dresser with the rest of his things.
Our eyes snag and I immediately shift my attention to my fingers. Twisting and untwisting. Picking at the acrylic on my nails. Anything but looking him in the eye after witnessing that. It's not too late to change my mind. I can stop this. I should, but do I really want to?
The sound of his slides lets me know heâs on the move again. I find him by a minibar area I hadnât noticed earlier.Â
âIs it cold in here?â His deep voice cuts through the silence. It's then I notice I was holding and rubbing my arms as if I was cold. So, he is paying me some kind of attention. Truth is, Iâm just trying to keep the goosebumps from a slight panic attack at bay.
âNo, it's fine.â
âYou feeling alright?â He twists slightly with a raised brow. Probably trying to figure out why I havenât moved an inch since he walked in here. Heâs so calm and cool. I donât know what I was expecting, but the calmer he is, the more anxious I grow.
âYeah. Yâyeah, no Iâm fine.â
âYou spoke to Paul already?â
âYeahâyes,â I correct myself and clear my throat. I donât know when it became so damn dry.
I was speaking to his back. The muscles still making themselves known even through the fabric of his black tee. Hair sleeked back into his signature bun. My eyes trail down to his ass. For a man, he has a nice one. I image how heâd look with nothing. The intimacy of him walking around with absolutely nothing on. The afterglow of sex on him. Rock hard abs and tribal tattoo as his only decoration. His manhood swinging freely, semi-hard even after just laying serious woodâ
âThen I assume you know why youâre here,â his deep voice cuts my nasty daydream short.Â
I can hear him maneuvering glass, but I couldnât see exactly what he was doing over his big frame. I was too shell shocked to move too much, afraid I might wake up from this fever dream.
âI do,â I answer him.Â
If my father knew when he gave his only daughter, his princess, money to enjoy her spring break, that sheâd end up alone in the bus of a man who was over ten years her senior, the money wouldâve never made it into my hand in the first place. Iâm sure this isnât what he had in mind, but truly this was the best way a young girl could enjoy spring break. An unexpected encounter with an older and wealthier man. My idol. I watched him on TV for years. Gawked at the screen. Liked thousands of edits on Tiktok and Instagram. Dreams of this very moment knowing it couldnât possibly ever come true. And now here he was. Big in stature and energy right here in front of me. Talking to me.Â
Hell yeah, I know what Iâm here to do. Even if he didnât utter a single word and just stripped and nodded to the bed, Iâd still get the job done with no shame. What girl in her right mind wouldnât?
I can hear them now. But heâs married. He has a family. Heâs old enough to be your father. They just wonât understand. Demi would. Demi would get it. She always gets it and she always gets me. Having lost her father and sister in a car crash just weeks before moving into the dorms for college, taught her that life was indeed too short. Live freely and take risk, because you donât know when you wonât be able to. Shit, weâre all gonna die anyway. Thatâs the mantra she lives by. Sheâs different and thatâs why I attached myself to her. Sheâs not like everybody else who lives like theyâve already walked the steps to heaven.
This was a more than seldom, once in a lifetime opportunity. Iâd think about this night when Iâm grey and depleting on my deathbed. I wonât let my head play tricks on me with the opinions of anyone who would do the same thing put in my position.Â
It's silent again. I hear liquid being poured for a second. I wonder if Demi made it back to the hotel okay. Sheâs probably blowing up my phone with a thousand texts trying to figure out whats going on.
So deep in my thoughts I donât realize heâs making his way to me until heâs right here already. I have to look up to meet his gaze as he stares down at me over the bridge of his nose. Heâs so big. He smells divine. It's a masculine type of musk with a cleanliness to it. My breath gets caught in my throat, realizing exactly how close we are. Our shoes were just shy of an inch from touching. My chest rises and falls in anticipation of his next move.Â
Without any words, he holds a glass filled with brown liquid out closer to me. I look down at it with just my eyes. Iâve only been twenty-one for two weeks. Didnât even get the opportunity to sit at a bar so a man could offer me a drink before trying to sleep with me. Who wouldâve thought the first offering would come from him. Roman Reigns. Just at that thought, something in me ignited.
I took it, with the intention meaning more than just accepting the drink. Iâm accepting the situation. Drawing a line in the sand and disposing of any doubt if there even was any left. Iâm doing this. All complications pushed to the back. Tonight heâs not Joe Anoaâi, the married man with five kids. Heâs Roman Reigns, undisputed WWE Universal Champion, The Tribal Chief, Main Eventer, Head of the TableâŚAnd Iâm his biggest fan.
I throw the contents of the glass back, trying my hardest not to make a face from the burning sensation. He gets it down in one big gulp, putting me to shame, as I canât help watching his Adamâs apple bob up and then down. Heâs still just inches from me. I can see every hair on his beard. The slight greying ones are my favorite.
It's so weird seeing him in this state. So lax in his own space. No ring gear. No mean scowl. No Ula Fala around his neck. No championship belt around his waist. Just him. Black tee and sweats to match.
He takes the glass back and places them both behind me on the dresser top. Without warning, heâs on me. His tongue shoves past my lips saying to hell with formalities. No warm up. Straight to business.
âMm,â I groan from shock. My natural instinct from being so caught off guard is to create some space, but a firm hand gripping the base of my neck keeps me in place.
He immediately asserts dominance, caressing every part of my body his hands can reach like he owns it. My neck, my shoulders, my back, and all the way down to my ass with a firm squeeze that separates my pussy lips. All the while still assaulting my mouth with his warm tongue. The tang of the alcohol still lingering. I fight for some control in the kiss but it's no use. Heâs too much for me.
Everywhere his strong hands make contact, it leaves a spark until my whole body feels like it's on fire. Damn, that drink was strong. He pulls away from the kiss completely after one last soft, open mouthed peck. Like a magnet, my eyes find the thick bulge in his black sweats and I grow even more excited.Â
He drops to his knees in front of me and my breath hitches when his cold fingertips find their way up my shirt. A trail of kisses with a slight tickle from his beard follow up and up until I raise my arms for him to take the shirt off completely.
Heâs back on his feet, turning me so my back is facing him. My breathing grows erratic. This is really happening.Â
âLights,â his voice rumbles behind me. The bright lights turn off but there's little lamps set up in the small space allowing a cast bright enough to see still.
The black lace bra I wear is unhooked in a matter of seconds. Who knew when I put it on this morning, that Roman Reigns himself would be taking it off come night. With a firm grip on my hips he turns me back to face him.Â
Being well endowed up top from such a young age, my natural instinct is to cover myself. I always thought they were a bit big for my body. Standing at five foot seven, I was only one hundred and fifty pounds. A lot of my weight being carried up top from these double Dâs. When all the girls in middle school were just filling in, I was a full D cup. I noticed how boys would stare. Older men too. It would make me uncomfortable. Always thinking of ways to cover them or make them appear smaller.
Avoiding eye contact is useless. His eyes are like magnets. Like the sun. Just beaming down on me, making them impossible to evade. So I stare back at him. We stay like this for a while. Just watching one another in silence. The air is smoky with lust and pure ecstasy.Â
His hands cover mine and slowly drag them down to reveal my breast. Round, surprisingly perky, with fully erect chocolate nipples, creating a contrast to my caramel complexion. They steal the show as his eyes shoot to them immediately while he breathes deep from his nose.Â
I can feel his energy shift from passionate to pure animalistic. When his entire mouth covers one nipple, I lose all my sense. My head rolls back and instinctively I bring a hand to the back of his head. A rough hand cups and caresses my breast while heâs still latched on. I watch in awe as his thick tongue sticks out to flick and play with it before sucking again.
Heâs expertly unbuttoning my jeans with his other hand as I feel the snag of him trying to pull them down. I step out of my shoes to help him and reveal the black thong I am not even accustomed to wearing. Iâm more of a a boy shorts or Walmart pack panties kind of girl. I just so happen to have forgotten to pack them and had to borrow a pair from Demi.Â
Bending down must be uncomfortable, since he grips the back of my knees to hike me up like IÂ weigh absolutely nothing. He gives more attention to my chest, sucking until my nipples are sore, before his tongue is in my mouth exploring again. Weâre moving now, I assume towards the bed. With every step, his erection rubs against me leaving me clenching and needy.
My back meets the unbelievably soft bed. I practically sink into it, watching him rear back to remove his shirt and show off that god-like body. Mountains and valleys of muscle in his abdomen placed perfectly like someone sculpted him with their bare hands. His bun hangs a little looser now.
His long fingers loop the waistband of my panties and we lock eyes. His stare is intense saying what his lips didnât. I nod once. Iâm doing this.
Almost in slow motion he pulls them down my legs, his eyes not leaving mine until the very last second. His attention is stolen by the sight of me down there.
âYouâre soaking.â He uses the butt of his thumb to circle my clit. I jump slightly at the sudden contact. âThatâs all for me?â He locks eyes with me again, expecting an answer and all I can do is nod frantically while biting down hard on my bottom lip. I canât keep still. My body is on fire under his touch and his gaze. Eyes dark with passion, he squints watching me squirm every time he speeds the rhythm of his thumb up or down.
âFuck,â I move my hips to the rhythm of his hand and grab one of my breast.
His thick tongue snakes out to lick his pink lips like he did earlier in the arena and I almost cum on sight. I look on in shock watching how he licks his thumb clean like he just ate Doritos and heâs discarding the remnants of them. A small groan of pleasure leaves his throat. I must be dreaming.
Climbing off the bed hastily, he tugs his pants and red briefs down at once and his dick pops up on recoil. My pussy clenches around nothing in anticipation for her next guest. Long, thick and tanned just like the rest of him. Mouthwatering. I never had the urge to taste something so bad in my life.
I can tell thereâs no time for that though. Heâs anxious now. I can feel the heat and need radiating off his body as if his stiff, vein-filled dick didnât already tell on him.
With a tight grip on my ankle, he flips me over abruptly. Of course. Missionary wouldâve been way too intimate for the circumstances.
On instinct I get up on all fours, deepening the arch to an almost painful degree so the view is nice for him. A smack so hard I jerk forward a bit, lets me know heâs satisfied with what he sees.
âAll this ass,â he mumbles rubbing my behind in circles and even giving it a little shake.Â
He runs his long fingers up and down the slickness with ease. A groan leave leaves my throat as I grow impatient. I know I should want this to last as long as humanly possible, but I canât fight this storm inside of me. Iâve wondered too long about it, daydreamed about it, and even touched myself in imagination before at the thought of this man I only knew through a TV screen.
I sway back and forth slightly waiting and listening to the sound of a wrapper and a slight pop. I have no time to prepare. The bed dips with the weight of him back on it. His thick head is at my opening, rubbing from my clit to almost my asshole. He only does this three good times before Iâm practically ripped apart.
âOuu!â A mix of a moan and something Iâve never heard from myself fills the room. He roughly takes the hand I thought I would use to push him and pins it behind me.
My throat goes dry. God damn. Heâs fucking huge and unforgiving. Even with the slow pace heâs pushing into me combined with my wetness, it still feels like heâs breaking me apart from the inside out.Â
âBreathe,â he coaches. If possible a gush of wetness rushes out from the sound of his voice, bringing me back to the situation at hand. I have to make it work for him.Â
I bite down on the expensive grey covers as he pulls completely out and then back in. âMm!âÂ
He finds his rhythm, as heâs able to glide in and out. I try to match him once the pain subsides. I glance back to catch his full bottom lip caught between his teeth. The muscles in his chest working as a sheen of sweat starts to form.
I work harder now. The sight of him turning me on more than ever, opening me up like a wildflower.Â
âLet me hear you. I wanna hear you,â he grunts out almost desperately. The vulnerability in his rough voice drawing more heat and wetness from my core. I moan louder than I intended and shock myself. Iâm not usually verbal in bed. Maybe a little cry or whimper here and there. This shit feels too good to be demure and delicate about.Â
I obey his order and release the moan that I didnât even know Iâm suppressing. It's not forced or fabricated. I genuinely feel so good in this moment I can only moan in response.Â
His strokes are primal. Animalistic like a lion in the wild taking whats his. And heâs so fucking big. In aura and size. The ways his body envelopes mine makes me feel smaller than I really am. His thickness stretching me in a way I didnât think was possible.
âOh, fuck!â I yell out. His hand tangles in my hair and stretches my gaze up, giving him full view of my desperate face.
âTell me how good it feels,â he demands.Â
âOh my god,â I pant. âIt's so fucking good,â I struggle to get out. Every thrust steals my breath. He aims for the perfect spot every time and doesnât miss. The smack of our bodies colliding ring loud in the silent space.
âLouder, baby,â he grunts diving deeper.
âI can feel you everywhere. You feel so good! Unh!â
âAtta girl.â The rumble of his voice sends a vibration straight to my core. My pussy clenches down from his words. To add insult to injury, a large and slightly calloused hand finds its way up my stomach to cup my breast. He pinches, twists and rolls my nipple around like heâs playing with a toy. As if my pussy isnât becoming dangerously wetter already.
He removes the hold in my hair, trailing to my hip. His thumb presses down hard while guiding me back and forth on him. He gives me his all and I return the favor, using the unstable grip I have on the duvet to leverage me as I throw my ass back on him to catch.
The friction of his balls slapping sloppily against my clit built up enough pressure for a pending orgasm. With one strong hand still on my hip, he uses his free one to shove my face down to the bed making me lose any power I had in this fight.
His front collides with my ass, causing a consistent slapping. Anyone walking on the bus could easily tell whats going on now. His grunts, my pants, the consistent slapping. These were sounds of fucking.Â
âFuck me! Yesss!â I donât recognize myself. Heâs awakening something in me. A familiar tinging stirs in the pit of my stomach. If he keeps on, it wonât be long until I explode all over his thick dick.
âYeah?â He whispers.
âYeah,â I whimper in response.
He goes harder than ever before, his strokes less uniform and more wild. My mouth falls wide open at the intensity and perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
His hips continue to snap against me and if possible I feel him grow harder inside me. His fingertips dig into me so hard I know thereâll be bruises tomorrow.Â
âUrghh!â A guttural moan erupts from him, urging me to fuck him through his release even as his movements slow. I study his facial expressions and record them in my brain to take home with me as a souvenir. He stretches his neck with eyes shut tightly. That fucking tongue. Whisking out to flatten over his top lip before he bites down on his bottom one. Chest heaving up and down with the muscles in his abdomen flexing with every breath.Â
âSo fucking good,â he says more to himself. He delivers another hard spank to my ass before I feel him ease out of me, hissing slightly at the sudden disconnect and absence of him. The pit of my stomach heavy still with the lingering orgasm that was cut short.Â
Iâve had sex with guys before and never got to finish. Iâd leave unsatisfied and almost regretting the encounter completely. This is different. Iâm here for him. Iâd fulfill his needs and drain him even if it meant I left with nothing but a wet ass.Â
The bed creaks a little, letting me know he got up completely. Just when I think the night is over, my mouth falls open at the sensation of his hot mouth covering my entire pussy. His tongue slithers out to graze my distended clit.
âMm, shit,â I cry out, shaking. Iâm so sensitive. Any little sensation sends my body into overdrive. Every lick draws a mini release. When I finally get to the edge I know Iâll fall completely apart. The hair from his beard tickles me, only heightening the sensations. I feel nothing but pure pleasure.
A strong hand comes down on my left ass cheek and I whimper on impact. He squeezes it in a firm gip to move me up and down in a steady rhythm on his flattened tongue.
âOh, fuck yeah,â I cry. I let my head hang down unable to keep it up any longer. All I can do, feel, and think about in this moments is how good he feels to me. Guys my age always need a crash course on how to eat pussy. Always too much spit, they couldnât find my clit, or the torturous shaking of the head like a rabid dog.
Roman is eating me like Iâm his last meal. Touching spots I didnât even know a tongue could reach. With the way heâs grabbing me and rocking me on his stiff tongue, heâs damn near fucking me with it. Weâre two complete strangers. The power dynamic is completely off. Heâs the billionaire WWE superstar and Iâm the underpaid and overworked fan in college. Somehow heâs still taking the time to worship my body and give me his all as if heâs the one who has something to prove.Â
The dick was mind-blowing. Oh, but the head will be the death of me. That same tongue he wags and flicks on live television, exploring me. Tonight is an absolute fairytale. If I didnât know any better, I would think he could read my mind. He knows exactly what I want and how I want it.
In only a matter of seconds a tornado of heat swirls in my core. I rock back and forth on his mouth before he sucks relentlessly on my sensitive bud nonstop.
âUnnhh!â An uncontrollable shake erupts from me as I see stars. The world goes completely blank for a while as I relish in the ecstasy of my orgasm granted by the Tribal Chief himself. Tonight, I acknowledge him and his mouth.
âOh my god,â I whisper in between pants coming to my senses. A small laugh leaves my throat at the way I just lost myself in front of him.
I turn to find him in the middle of snatching the cream covered condom off. His big dick bobs up and down from the snatch, fully erect again.Â
We got one night only.
Like a lioness on the prowl in the jungle, I eye him, crawling to the edge of the king bed where he stands. I stop just in front where my mouth aligns to his thickness, still eyeing him, making sure it's okay. He nods giving me the green light and even holds the base in his strong hand to bring it closer to my lips.
I let a glob of spit form and fall freely on his thick mushroom tip. Before it can drip, I catch it on the underside and lick from tip to base, to the tip again. His hips push forward impatiently.Â
âOpen.â It's not a question so I donât test him. His face is hard, but his eyes are desperate. As soon as my lips part he shoves himself all the way in like he owns my entire mouth. He draws out and I hallow my cheeks to keep it in as long as possible until I release him with a pop.Â
âStick your tongue out for me.â I oblige and he slides his heavy dick across it gathering spit before pushing back down my mouth. A pulse grows in my clit again. A revival from seeing the remains of the mess I made in his thick beard.
âIt's so good,â I tell him while slapping it on my tongue for him, earning a groan. The skin of him is soft as he stretches my mouth. I can taste the salty precum and I cant wait for the rest of it. I never trusted a man to release his bodily fluids in me in any way. It kind of grossed me out. Oh, but not tonight. He can release wherever he chooses.
Using one hand to twist in tandem with sucking him, I study every change in his expression, every pattern of his breath to record what feels the best to him.
âGo âhead,â he urges in a low guttural tone. âJust like that. Take it all the way down. Donât stop, babygirl.â Thatâs all I need to hear.Â
The eye contact is so deep it puts me in a trance. In a constant and fluid motion I take him in and out, making sure he reaches the back of my throat every time. In and out. In and out. In and out. The sounds of spit and his heavy breathing take charge of the room.
His body stiffens a bit and I can feel him get harder on my tongue. Deliberately I take him as far as possible and stay there until I make myself choke. The contracting of my throat around his thick head sends him completely off the rails. He breaks our bubble, throwing his head back to the ceiling.
âMmm. Aw fuck!â A strong hand grabs a fistful of my hair, making it impossible for me to move. Thick ropes of his warm cum shoot down my throat and all around my mouth. âAhh,â he groans out with a hiss jerking his hips forward a few good times. âOh my god,â he blows out a heavy breath and lets his hands rest on his hips.Â
Iâve made deanâs list, honor roll all throughout high school, medals of all kind from track decorate the walls of my bedroom in my parentsâ house. None of those accomplishments compare to the sight I just witnessed. The Roman Reignâs spent and sexually exhausted because of little ole me.
âLet me see,â he whispers while watching me suck the last of it out. I open wide and stick my tongue out so he can see his cum on it. His massive dick jumps at the sight. I feel the warmth of some of it seeping out and running down my chin.
âDonât move,â he instructs. Like his obedient soldier I stay put, only looking around with one good eye. The other shut tight so none of his cum could invade it.
When he emerges again, he has a wet cloth in hand. Gently but still firm he wipes my face clean of him and my tears that slipped from the intensity of choking. Who knew the Tribal Chief is into aftercare?
A squeal escapes me from being lifted into the air and over his broad shoulder. Iâm hanging as he moves us about. Thereâs no way that any of this is happening.Â
The shower starts to run. Even upside down I can see the marble walls and waterfall shower head raining down.
âYou care about your hair getting wet?â
âNo,â I strain to get out with his shoulder digging into my stomach. He chuckles so softly, I wouldâve missed it if I couldnât feel it from being on him.Â
He fucks me for hours in the shower. My back against the wall. In the air. Face against the tiles. On all fours again. I guess older men carry more stamina. The water cascaded from up top on us both while we locked tongues passionately, breathing in each otherâs air.Â
He was in control the whole time. He flipped me every way he wanted me to go. Told me what to do, never asking. Iâm left a wet, quivering mess at the end of it all.
I donât realize how exhausted I am until he asks if I want to stay the night. I think about getting dressed and leaving, but the bed is impossibly plush and the sight of him naked still is impossibly sexy. Even better than I imagined.
I threw cuddling out the window once I seen his stoic nature and how he moved about earlier like this was just a business deal. He lays in the bed, still naked on his back with muscular arms slightly stretched. I lay on my stomach beside him trying to get comfortable. My heart thumps out my chest knowing heâs still here with me and so accessible. We literally just violated each other in the nastiest way possible and now we lay in bed not even touching.
His heavy breaths and light snore fill the room in no time creating a sort of white noise for me descend to.Â
Some time in the middle of the night, I don know how, but those light snores ended up right in my ear. His breath hot on top of my head, accompanied by a very heavy arm over my hip.Â
My heart smiled and my face caught fire. It was so intimate. Undeniably my favorite part of the night. I shifted as quietly as I possibly could, inch by inch, until I was facing him. His bun fell completely apart, leaving his dried and fluffy curls cascading over his shoulders and the plush pillows. I make out what I can in the dark of his sharp features. I never seen him so relaxed. In the ring heâs always tense, always painted with tyranny and stress, but not right now. He almost looked like an angel.
I make a mental image of him. This is exactly how I want to remember himâ how I want to remember this unpredictable night. This is the part that even if I could tell it, I donât think anyone would even believe me. Burying my face into his chest, I breathe deep, trying to imprint his smell into my brain like ink on the skin.Â
The loud voices of men I donât recognize, serve as my alarm clock. Eyes still shut, flashes of the night before and the soreness of my body, warp me back to reality. Oh, shit.
I shoot up from the pillow to scan the room, keeping the covers close to my naked chest. His suitcase still stood in the corner, but thereâs no trace of him. No water running. His slides are gone. The thick curtain shields me from the rest of the bus.
6:07 AM flashes on the digital clock of the now cleared nightstand.Â
It's not like I was expecting this grand goodbye. The man didnât even say hello to begin with. I thought I could at least see him one last good time before I leave LA for good.
I attempt to rise up, but something crinkling under my palm stops me. I grab the sheet of notepad paper and rub my eyes before reading the contents of it.
Thanks for last night. Joe.Â
Short and simple. In the corner, two cursive Râs as a signature. I neatly fold the paper and drop it into the pocket of my jeans I find folded on the chest dresser. I want that paper with me everywhere I go. A small piece of the whole experience. A subtle reminder of the best night of my life.
Every part of me wants to feel bad. How could I let him just use me for his needs for a night and then discard me like it was nothing? I should feel low. Cheap. But thats not even the kind of girl I am. The glass is always half full to me. Last night was arguably the best night of my young life. Iâve never known such adventure. I never felt more freeâmore like a woman.
I flop down in my bed still in a daze from the events of last weekend. Demi had a million and one questions. The NDA kept me from spilling. Even if I couldâve given her a play by play of how the night went, I donât think I wouldâve. Demi and I have the kind of bond thats void of any secrets. But that night with him was so special to me, I want to keep it for myself. Something for just me and him. It makes it more magical when only we know what happened. I just want to soak and bathe in it all.Â
Light as a feather I stare at my ceiling, letting the flashbacks corrupt me. The feel of his soft skin. The smell of him. His grunts and pants. His hands caressing and gripping my ass. The warmth of his tongue filling my mouth. I blow out a breath getting worked up again. Iâve touched myself countless times since that night to the memory of his voice and his energy. He was just so damn good. So much man and dominance, but still gentle and cautious.Â
After we touched back down in New York, it was back to reality. But that didnât stop me from walking on a cloud. You canât tell me shit. I fucked the Roman Reigns. Drained him and swallowed the aftermath. Howâs that for a spring break?
It's currently Thursday. Almost a week has passed since the greatest night of my young life. I just got back from the gym with Demi. Sheâs pressed me every single day since that night, but I wonât budge. The confines of the NDA keeping me stronger than I normally would be.Â
Tomorrow is Smackdown at the Garden, but it's unclear if Roman will even be in attendance. He takes so many hiatuses it's really a hit or miss with him. Demi asked if we should go, but I declined not wanting to spend the money I didnât have just for him not to even show.
A sudden dread came over me knowing that he couldnât possibly be thinking of me even half as much as Iâve thought of him. Heâs overridden my mind. Iâve obsessed over every little detail and played it back a thousand times, while he doesnât even know my name.Â
Paul said it himself. He likes the comfort of company while heâs on the road. All the times he has to travel for work, cameras in his face nonstop, and body aching from all the physical exhaustion, Iâm sure he always has to release the tension somehow. Iâm just one of many.Â
I knew that going into it. I know Iâm not special, but I tried my hardest to be. I did what I could to make him remember me. Constant eye contact, carrying out his every command, throwing this ass back as hard as I could and sucking the soul out of him.
A violent buzz of my phone snaps me out of my daze. I feel for it on the covers. My eyebrows dent at the message notification from a number I donât recognize, causing me to unlock it.
Your Tribal Chief has requested your services again.Â
Sorry for that long ass disclaimer lol. Itâs a shame I even have to include that, but I literally watched a girl argue with an author on here about promoting adultery and cheating simply because a character was cheating. Like, itâs a story?? Itâs a fictional character?? Don't read it??
If you read it or even just parts of it, I really am appreciative. Pls like or reblog. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Please remember I am an artistâŚand Iâm sensitive about my shit lol đ
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The spousal person and I chose each other when we were 18. We're 44 and 43 now (I'm seven months older than him which I'm sure scandalizes antis, like I could roll over on my own while he was still a fetus so clearly I am preying on him) and we are still very happily monogamous.
Here's the thing though.
We're both autistic, neither of us grew up religious (well, the spousal person went to Catholic school K-8 but he never believed in it), we both lost a parent before we met (my father died when a month after I turned 7 and his mother died when he was 17, a few months before we met) and on our first date when we were 18 we both agreed that we did not want children and that we cared more about being happy than about outward markers of success and status.
Now 25 years later we don't have kids but we do have a lot of cats, and I often tell him that my dream is for him and the kitties to be happy and he says his is for me and the kitties to be happy. :)
We got married when we were 21, in a drive-thru chapel in Gatlinburg/Pigeon Forge. No rings, no fancy outfits, no guests, nothing like that. Just paperwork and then driving around to the window for the officiant to say the official words, lol. I didn't change my last name.
I've been learning more about autism lately and listening to the Autistic Culture podcast and things, and maybe it's the autism, I don't know. Neither of us really understand conformity or social pressure. Neither of us are real good at socializing long term with other people. We like our routines and our rituals. We're comfortable with each other and very much not comfortable around strangers. Dealing with other people is A Lot for us.
The main thing though is that it was all completely our own choice, from the moment I emailed him and asked if he wanted to hang out without our other friends to now, when I am sitting here with a cat in my lap and he's in the kitchen making a dinner that we both talked about and chose, and then we'll eat it while watching two kdrama episodes that we talked about and chose.
Also I get really confused about things I see on here about marriage and relationships with dudes, because I don't recognize any of what the haters are saying. The spousal person does all the housework except vacuuming. I don't do all the emotional stuff. We take care of each other and support each other. He's really cool and fun and I love him more than the universe and when we're watching a kdrama and something funny happens and he laughs and I look back at him and I hear his laugh and I see his face....it's the most beautiful perfect experience in existence and I want to be near him for always.
But if you didn't choose it, if you felt pressured into it by society or religion or family, if you don't even like the person you're building your life with, if you don't support each other and you don't talk and you don't feel free to be yourself and you're just performing to please some weird external Other....yeah, I can see that being awful.
If what you really want is monogamy and lifelong commitment, you absolutely cannot force it on an unwilling pseudopartner. Domination is not commitment. Abuse is not commitment. Performing to please an external other is not commitment.
To me commitment isn't hard at all. It's the easiest thing in the world. It's just hanging out forever with my most best friend who is also the coolest cutest human to ever exist in all possible realities.
But based on what I've learned about other people since I got internet access...it's not going to be easy if you can't accept yourself for who you are and if you care more about conformity and social status than your own happiness and if you haven't taken responsibility for your own emotions and you aren't willing to work on healing your own trauma.
And if you do work on healing your own trauma and take responsibility for your emotions and get comfortable with who you are and with respecting other people as their own unique self and you find that what you want is polyamory or being single or whatever, go for it! That can be commitment too, to a steady set of multiple partners or to yourself and your own integrity.
I don't know. I think the point is that domination and abuse and forcing others never works and never results in long term happiness, no matter the number of people involved. You gotta respect the autonomous selves of others if you want mature committed relationships, of whatever kind.
Gotta stop here because he says dinner is ready. :)
everybody talks about men in trad marriages having affairs with their secretaries but itâs worth noting a lot of women back then had side pieces too. you can force a woman to submit to you legally but you can never force her to love you or maintain fidelity against her will. you can get rid of no fault divorce and get rid of abortion but you canât get rid of fun.
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Pairing: Hwang In-ho / The Frontman x fem!reader
Summary: We're getting there, folks. (âďžăŽďž)â â(ďžăŽďžâ) Mostly fluff, need, imagination, fantasy, slow burn. Focus on the f!reader, because you deserve nice things. She's home, receiving odd gifts, some sweet, some...quite the not sweet, the game and plot and trouser legs thicken (I'm so sorry, it's literally 2 a.m. here). In-ho definitely isn't obsessing over you, hatching elaborate plans, thinking of you so hard he'll break another turtleneck. Not saying the f!reader has any specific issues, but if you recognize any, I hope to be nothing but respectful. ⼠Oh, and we have a dream sequence, Freud would be proud.
(This was mainly meant as a "put your feet up and be cozy, read about yourself and feel good" read, the action will come later. Among other things. I'm so sorry, my thesis is driving me mad.)
Warnings: It's the god damn Front Man The usual Squid Game warnings, mdni, stalking, spying, voyeurism, touching, self-touching, sexual themes, sexual almost-intercourse, descriptions of anatomy and body parts, blood, yearning, some terrible references and Slavic folklore. Privacy? In my fic? It's less likely than you think.
Word count: 4.2k
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A cup of tea. A cup. You were watching the cup. Steam rises from it and folds into nothing. Your stomach is churning. Is it stress? You ponder. Seeing the liquid close in on itself as you stir it. Again and again.
"It'll get cold." You say, to no one. You try to breathe. Heart pounding. Head a bit spinny. You look around your room. Dimly lit, warm orange light from a salt lamp. You check your blinds - still closed, still safe. Noise from other people you try to filter out. Why do you jump at every single sound? Why does white noise blaring its head off make for the only atmosphere you can stand? You wonder. You get up. The world spins. The phone lies on your bed. As it has for the last three hours. Unchecked. Your sound is off. It always is. You turned off everything this time. It's just black. You try to think, ground yourself, poems float through your pounding head. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the tall mirrors of your wardrobe. An oddly shaped form stares back at you.
"Jesus ChristâŚI lookâŚlike shit." The mirrored lips curl around your words - but it might as well have been a stranger speaking back at you. You don't recognize yourself, and what you do, you dislike. Like a funhouse mirror. Without the fun. Your long hair falls across your shoulders, curling towards the ends. Your exposed skin is cold and giving a nice exposĂŠ of every vein under your neck, driving rivers of blue across your collarbones, your shoulders, your chest. You won't look further. They seem to be drawn to your middle, pooling across your skin. People often referred to you as pale, no matter your actual skin tone. When things got a tad too heavy, you became transparent. It was calming, sometimes. Calming that so much was trying to keep you alive to the point of exhausting itself and sending highways of signals through every vein to keep at it. Your head spins again. More poems. Try to drink the tea.
"Light your candle, one, two, there's a mothâŚ" You know the rest. But the lips fail to speak. You pick up the phone. And almost knock over your tea. Then proceed to fight an urge to fling it into a wall and watch the stains roll down like fresh blood.
Seventeen missed calls from a blocked number - your now ex-companion. A worried message from your friend, no doubt spurred by said ex-companion with an entirely different story to reality. Frowning, you adjust your dressing gown and tie it down to hold everything in and hold you together.
"Hey, Y/NâŚI know you probably don't want to talk, but I'm sorry things went so badly. I'm here."
You hate yourself a little more. Clara has always been a darling, youâŚcared for her. A lot. You wish to say "loved", you squint your eyes and wish to say you love her. People are kind. People are always so very kind. And you can't drink a cup of tea. Nor reply. There's also an email. From a set of numbers, no name. You open it, against your better judgement. No subject, only a photograph. Of your door. Your door inside your flat. Which is locked. You didn't ring anyone in. You, of all people, didn't hear any steps on the stairs. You live at the very top floor. And still?! What is wrong with you lately, now of all times?
And still, there is a photograph of your door. WithâŚthings? Your shoes were gently placed beside your mat.
"UmâŚ" You knock on your housemate's door - how grateful you are for the economic situation which doesn't permit you to live alone now, you think bitterly as his steps approach.
"Oh, Y/N, how are you? What can I do you for?" Ever the cheerful voice and visage stands before you, half dressed, always flooded with work and hobbies. The room behind him is full of papers and candles, manuals and scripts, and information that probably shouldn't be lying around covered in bird photography snaps. It calms you a tad. You breathe out and uncross your arms. In the back of your mind, you wonder what he's always so entranced with.
"I'm getting there, thank you, Lubo." Your chest falls a tad, you really do feel a bit better, but very on edge. You fidget with your fingers as you speak. "Would it be alright to ask if you could open the main door with me? Something is there and I've been listening to too many IRA anthems to trust it." Because making a joke out of a very serious situation never failed you yet.
"Sure!"
You notice one of the birds on the ground behind him. Gazing at one photograph a little longer, you smile at the birdie and its soft grey feathers, little black dash across its little eyes...you realise you're looking at a shrike. The universe really is sending her best.
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You open the door as Lubo endeavours to rummage through the things on your doorstep. It seems to be a very neatly wrapped black box with a pink bow. With a little token of a crow embossed on its side. Heavy, by the looks of it. You half expect your ex-companion's limbs to be soaking its insides.
"I'll take it indoors and disinfect it, ok? Just so it doesn't feel like you've contaminated the flat." You nod, thank him over and over, and feel very grateful for him remembering your slight fights with obsessive cleanliness and parasites. But this looksâŚclean. You take a knife from your room, the knife that's been under your pillow for good reason. Kneeling, you gently unwrap the box altogether and distance yourself from the thing for a little bit. Breathe. It's just a box. Those never go wrong.
It'sâŚfull ofâŚgifts?
YourâŚfavourite flowers, perfectly preserved. No one knows your favourite flowers that well. Under them, resting under jewels of crimson poppies, lies a book of poems, the ones you use to calm yourself down; the ones that make you feel less alone. In the correct languge, even. Next to the poppies, hot water bottles, wrapped, fluffy, still warm. Under them yet, medication you couldn't get from your doctor for the entire month due to disagreements and never being heard, half of them aren't even sold in the country. Bath salts, dark chocolate, teaâŚthere seems to be so much. Your face is caught in a mixture of attempting to frown, being swept off your feet, and deeply uncomfortable with what is basically an encyclopedia of you in a box. You carefully lay the items to the side and begin to notice things you truly need your housemate to not see. You lose your breath for a moment and blush so hard you almost forget both the kindness and terror of the rest of the package. It seems to be divided into care for you andâŚsome other forms of urges. As if. As fucking if.
"Google, remind me to photograph this tomorrow in good light," you say to nothing, "to use as evidence either after this person manages to kill me or before, if the courts move faster than an asthmatic ant with heavy shopping."
Against your better judgement, you carry the box to your room and watch it for a while, as you do other things, but can never quite relax. Surely he can't be serious. Your name isn't Shirley.
There was also a note you now keep flinging on your table and crunching in your hands, neatly written, with no name.
"Dear Y/N,
should you wish to meet someone qualified to help with the attached records, it has been arranged. Be at the coordinates listed between the red and white gift and you will be taken care of. No harm will come to you. You are safe. As right as rain."
Right as rainâŚthat's a part of a poem, that absoluteâŚdear God, fuck, the thoughts in your head are tumbling down at you and you collapse onto the bed, staring at your knees. It's a good thing he somehow didn't include your most loved flowers, since they're all poisonous. One of them you like specifically because it is elegant, sharp, snowy, and beautiful - and all of her body, leaves, and seed pouches scream "don't fucking touch me, if you do, you will die and wish for death the entire time you are doing so". You would very much like to be the flower now. Make someone else hallucinate.
You search the box again and find the beautiful gown, in red, and the gentle white lace undergarments - as kind and gentle and revealing as they are elegant. A little QR code is nestled between the lace.
"Nope. Nope nope NOPE. Absolutely not," you say out loud. Fighting the fact that the nightgown under the two other garments is cozy and light and so very beautiful. And it smellsâŚoddly familiar. With a hint of something else. As if someone knew you loved scents of sweetness, vanilla, caramel, honey, and skin combined with darker, heavier tones that don't usually mix with feminine perfumes. Something lovely and gentle to draw you in, with something far more potent, enveloping, and enthralling to drag you down the lake to drown. And yet. Still. Something else. Something more. You decide to put on the gown and stare into a little crow's eyes. Such a pretty little statue, you don't even remember where you got it from.
"I'm going to be alright. Water is fine. This is just water. We've been here, we've been in the mud up to our noses." You are whispering to yourself, trying to sooth your mind. Metaphores, poems, sooth sooth sooth. You close your eyes, think of beautiful women, barefoot, in the dark of a forest. Glistening lights in their long hair, lights in their gorgeous eyes. Light on their feet, as they dance upon the water and through the marsh. You cannot drown a forest spirit of a woman scorned. They will mesmerize you, dance you, dance you to the end of your love and tether, and pull you into the depths. Then kiss you as you gasp for air.
You undress, eyes still closed, holding the long white gown. You slowly slide into the fabric, which clings to your skin as a lover's touch at the first sign of morning light. Still trying to be as unbothered and confident as a forest Rusalka. You aren't. But the gown smells nice. And it's quite light. Long sleeves, fabric that reveals but doesn't scream. Lace around your chest and stomach, falling down your hips and thighs.
âŚKiss you as you gasp for air.
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In-ho was pleased with his gift. Not only the gift, but the message. Upon message. Upon message. He wondered, quite hopeful - yet reserved - if you understood them all. No matter.
You will. Oh, you will. Every word. Even if he has to cling them to your skin, one by one, with his own lips.
To the surprise of absolutely no one except you, perhaps, the small bird brought him all the feedback he could desire. Rather low quality feedback, he thought, as he watched you ponder, watched you crunch up the note, and watched you dress. Instinctively, he looked away as you began to slide your own clothes down. He glimpsed perhaps a strap, perhaps more skin than he first sawâŚlight reflecting off you, sliding down, further down, caressing your tendernessâŚyet he looked away, calmly resolute to not look back. His gaze remained firmly in the corner of the room, he certainly wasn't fighting - or imagining himself being the photons of light resting on your supple skin. No. It would be unbecoming to watch a lady undress, so vulnerable, so unknowing. Never mind the rest. If you looked up the word "hypocrite" in the dictionary, In-ho's face wouldn't be next to it. It would be on the next page, because he would never be caught. As he looked back, you were dressed, not looking at yourself.
In-ho frowns for a moment, before he sees the rest of you. Even though it's just a phone screen and the picture quality truly isn't doing you justice, his breath is caught. He shifts and looks around instinctively, only a flicker of the eyes and a small movement of the neck. But he's nervous, nervous to be so exposed. He chuckles to himself just as unnoticeably - he's spying on you yet he's the one feeling exposed..was the chuckle to ease tension? This is just a game to him and you are nothing, after all. No one. He shifts once more and uncrosses his legs, one hand slowly combing his hair firmly away from of his forehead. Nothing. Just as it is nothing that is making the jacket around his neck feel tight. He sees you stand, further away now. He sees your entirety in the white flowing fabric, the lace, theâŚentiretyâŚof you. His coat needs to come off, and is discarded to the side in haste. The remaining turtleneck isn't much help, but he goes in, now fully enthralled. Positioning himself, he endeavours to enjoy you. Slowly. From the tip of your head to the soles of your feet, remaining fully in control, admiring, never taking, never grabbing. NeverâŚneeding. But as he moves down your face, your cheeks, your chin, along your neck all the way to your hair resting on your now exposed shoulders, back to your mouth and lips - he leans into the screen - those supple yet reserved, tender lips whispering gently and curling around words as if speaking to a sleeping lover in the night who is caught in a bad dream, the eyes - damn the picture quality - the eyes that glint, yet resemble dark pools amid features that areâŚthat meanâŚhis heart is fast. His eyes pools of reckless abandon. They flicker to the movement of your hips and tick fast, fast back up top, stopping at the almond curve the nightgown begets your breasts - In-ho's hands twitch as his fingers yearn with a mind of their own, to hear you gasp and squirm and melt under their touch as he teases, cups, and caresses in the gown's place. Tender flowers, waiting to be kissed. As you move, for him, for his eyes only, his mind floods through its inhibitions and begins racing on instinct - yet does so wrapped in cotton; barely subdued. Algorithms, scenarios, plans - ten a second - gather in his mind - resting on nothing but your features, spurred into existence by you, your lips, your form, your movement. He's watching the last flame dance before him in a sea of suffocating darkness, and it is his. Tension grips The Frontman's trousers as he digs his fingers in to feel something, anything, as if to drag himself back, painfully if need be - all thisâŚfor a low quality moving picture of you.
You. Your self before him. No adjective does it justice to In-ho, no painter could stroke its surface, nobody could own this moment. Nobody but him. And he cannot reach, reach through the screen, for you, for you meanâŚyou in your entirety, before him, vulnerable, bare, unknowing, both a deity to be worshipped and a form to be devoured and left pleading, barely breathing under him, his grasp, his hot breath, you, you meanâŚ
âŚnothing to him. In-ho leans back again. He breathes a bit faster, containing himself. As his breath slows and features fall back into place, he straightens the trouser leg and exhales. Your name is on his lips as he does so; he whispers it to himself. A name that doesn't seem to leave his tongue, no matter how many times it wraps around every syllable.
"Y/N, Y/N, Y/NâŚyou are nothing."
He turns off the screen with one click. "Nothing." He gets up, leaving the phone behind. He is back to his true self - unbothered, cold, empty. A statue of stone. It was fun while it lasted, but the shell he wears gets tired of the falsity imbued in it during these little sidesteps. Little adventures to ease the monotony. Your records lie on the table, next to his glass of dark liquer. He walks over slowly, cradles it, sipping with restraint, and puts it down just as slowly in the exact same place. He goes on with his evening, thinking, it must be said, of nothing. He continues his work, thinking of nothing. Nothing replaces the drabble of his underlings as they update him on the latest games. Nothing is on his mind as he showers, nothing is in the water that glides down his own body. Nothing is in the warmth that he doesn't imagine being replaced nor coming from a different source. The voice of nothing is in the hiss and humm of the shower, nothing sings to him sweetly as it envelops his form. Nothing is woven into his satin sheets, nothing still smells of the perfume he picked for you, nothing is in his bed and pillows and nothing is slowly, invariably, fatally invading his mind. The cologne he uses, the same cologne he rubbed upon certain parts of the gown you now rest in, isn't combining and wildly interweaving with your gentle, warm, sweet, yet heavy scent. Nothing is everywhere and nothing is driving him absolutely stark, staring mad as he lays there - naked, exposed, amid satin sheets, it is nothing that invades his dreams and wraps him in sensations he can still only dream of.
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Barren lands and dusk. No flowers. No life. In-ho is alone. As far as the eye can see lies nothing. He cannot feel his mask. A shape is in front of him, laying there, incredulous. Unfitting its surroundings. As if guided by an unseen hand, he walks up to her slowly and kneels beside her. She is dressed in white fabric, falling across her skin, exposing more than is becoming of such a form. Her hand is resting next to her head, her other at her side. She is peacefully asleep. A gentle humm escapes her lips - she must be dreaming. In-ho glides the back of his hand everso carefully across her cheek, guiding it down her neck and stopping at her collarbones. Her chest lifts in a slow rhythm as her skin touches his. She is his. Is she not? He could...open his hand, and his hand opens. He could place it around her neck, and he does. As he feels her warmth and blood pumping into his hand, he thinks he could squeeze and hold down. He doesn't. The form reacts to his intentions, seemingly, her face frowning in the most unnoticeable way, lips falling from their previous peaceful expression to a worried frown. As if caught in a bad dream.
No, no, no.
In-ho releases the pressure and merely rests his hand on her neck, pushing errant strands of hair away from her skin. They fall around her shoulders and between the fingers of his other hand, which lifts instinctively to cradle her head. Her expression relaxes, and he smiles almost on instinct. Suddenly, her eyes flutter open and gaze into his own, almost unblinking and holding his gaze. The pools of comforting darkness set in an innocent visage drive electrical current through his entire body and In-ho almost has to steady himself against the ground where his hand is holding her head, still. She isn't scared, she only gazes and studies, lays, and rests in his own dark eyes. Her smile mirrors his. As if the two of them were already familiar, already far beyond anything novel. She whispers to him.
"Darling, this isn't your place."
In-ho doesn't think, he knows the voice. The gentle, slow, melodic whisper that he wishes to hear before he goes to sleep himself. Putting more strength into his grip, he places his dominant palm in hers as it still lays beside her head. He squeezes her down. Without thought, his body shifts to move above hers, holding her gaze, now directly on top of her, without touching her body with his. His hands no longer gentle, but firmly holding down. His thumb caresses her cheek as his other hand pushes her palm into the ground.
"It doesn't need to be."
As the sentence barely left his lips, he connects them with her neck, firmly kissing the skin and pulling her into his bite. The taste is intoxicating, and beckons for more. Sweet, tender, pure, intoxicating. Down her neck he plants kisses and barely restrained bites, gliding his touch, gripping her hand and moving his other to her neck once more. He hears gasps and timid moans, and he moves down, lips brushing against her chest and resting upon it. He lets go of her hand and finally grips her, under the small of her back, caressing and squeezing her waist, lifting her body into his. Now he feels her. Now he feels her being react and pressure and squirm, now he feels the pulse of her body directly under his and melting into him. Every movement, every gasp, every beat of her heart - in his control, under him, sinking into him. Her waist lifts against his and he eagerly helps it up, feeling his need against her body, finally, all he needs to do is tear off the gown, take her, make her fully his and hear her cries and moans as he takes what is his. Still in control of himself, he fully recognizes his itch, his need, his voracious hunger. He recognizes it and fully gives into it.
But the dream does not let him.
Something is wrong. The body is colder now, her breathing is slow, her voice no longer caressing him, her being no longer reacting to his touch. The current fizzled out. Pulling away, he sees the damage done - even as her eyes are wistful and her smile still there, it is sorrowful and soft, gazing down at him although broken under him. He sees her neck and chest, her breasts exposed, her skin red with bite marks, red with his signatures. Lines where his grip failed to falter rest on her tender flesh, her pallor a canvas for his need and depravity. For his destruction. He does not want this, he does not want her like this, his mind races and tries to get back in control but cannot. The canvas before him begins to soak through in crimson, blood pools into the white fabric where he lay and pushed and tried to take her. As he watches the gown cling to her stomach with blood, fear drives cold daggers through his back. He is no longer the Front Man, he is himself. Himself before a Front Man ever was. And he is...scared. Still her voice reaches him, doing nothing to alleviate his state, doing nothing to destroy the damn invisible barrier that keeps him from holding her close, holding her together, holding him together.
"Not like this darling, not like this again."
How is she still smiling? How does she seem so cold yet encompassing an utter lack of proximity? Holding her now seems like the most sacriligeous, repugnant thing he could do. His hands shiver lightly, how is he afraid to touch her now? After all that? She is his, his, this is all so incredibly wrong! He doesn't care, he doesn't have feelings for such frivolities, she is a dime a dozen, she is worth nothing, and she is nothing to him; nothing.
And she's still smiling, a little laugh escaping her lips as if she can hear his inner turmoil and has seen it thrice before.
"Taking what you want, never what you need."
In-ho looks down at his own body, which begins to feel cold and wrong. As if missing something vital. He smells copper, his hand feels hot as he touches his chest yet his body grows colder. The last thing he remembers before waking up in a freezing sweat is looking down at his own body, now filled with open chasms wherever it touched hers - gaping empty holes that can be filled with nothing, bleeding him into the ground as she watches on.
In-ho gasps, springs up into a seated position and touches his chest, his stomach - and breathes in relief. As he is composing himself, a new manner of play begins to form in his mind. Between hurried breaths and elevated pulse beats, he plans a new way to play this game and win.
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Wow. Talk about having a shit experience. Why is people explicitly keep saying not to tag their aro or ace post as aroace.
Why why why am I not valid anymore? Can I really not be aro and ace anymore? Can I not open the tag and say "ahh aroace me is so related with this post" anymore? What is it??
It feels fucking shitty seeing community that barely get mention in big queer space like this. Gatekeeping their post and experience to the "right" identity only.
If you someone that do this please stop. I just want to see positive post about my aroace identity. Heck anything about Loveless Aplatonic Afamilial barely get talk about and they don't gatekeep their post from aroaces because what's the point?
this is a great ask, i really appreciate you taking the time to stop by & share your experience, anon. this is something i've noticed within the past few years and i've wanted to talk about it, so thank you for giving me a chance to do so
i've seen 2 excuses for this behavior and they're both terrible and only hurt other people and serve as a method to control strangers.
the first way people try to excuse this behavior is by saying "well I'M not aroace, therefore the post isn't for aroaces!!!!! it's ONLY for JUST aromantics or JUST asexuals not both!!!!!" i have gotten yelled at this before as well. like, profusely. over tags. i feel like people should NOT take a stranger's tags personally. even if they tagged it something you don't agree with or don't like... that's kinda not really your business. this particular behavior stems from people who neurotically check their reblogs/interactions, and it's not healthy.
if you find yourself scrutinizing every single interaction and reblog you get on this website, it might be a good idea to reduce the amount of time you spend on social media, because you quite literally cannot control what people do with a post once you post it. you're at the mercy of god at that point. like i cannot stress this enough: You CANNOT control what strangers do with a post once it's published. these are PUBLIC FORUMS. tumblr is not a private club where only the people you like interact with you. it's a public space. you gotta learn to cope with the fact that other people will interact with your posts in ways you don't like. i don't like it when rad fems interact with my posts, but i also can't stop them from doing so unless i already have them blocked, because they also have free will and a tumblr account.
the second excuse for this behavior i have seen is definitely the worse of the two. people will say that "aroaces get TOO much representation!" or things like "everyone ASSUMES you have to be aro if you're ace/ace if you're aro which isn't true and i take very personally which gives me an excuse to bully aroaces!!!!!!!!" like it legit comes from people thinking that somehow, aroaces are "over represented". the behavior stems from the OP feeling literally attacked by aroaces existing and feeling like they're somehow talking over aromantic people who experience sexual attraction, or like they're somehow talking over asexual people who experience romantic attraction.
people seem to have forgotten that aroace people are STILL ARO. THEY'RE STILL ACE. you can't sit here and go "well i'm mad that 'too many' people know about aroace people so i'm going to harrass aroace people like they're the ones making my life harder and not cisheternormative society." also it's disgusting because a lot of asexuals quite literally believe that aromanticism doesn't exist, and that the term came about to "rip off" asexuals. it's the "transandrophobia doesn't exist because it threatens trans women" argument but with aspectrum identities.
it legitimately causes you NO HARM if your post about just asexuality or just aromancitism is tagged as aroace. they are not saying YOU are aroace! they're tagging it that way for themselves, because they are aroace!!!!!!!!!!!! aroace people are aromantic! aroace people are asexual! stop with this weird gatekeeping and acting like posts tagged just aromantic or just asexual are for people who are ONLY aro or ONLY ace. this shit is hurting people. like i cannot get over the fact that aroace people are. aro. and. ace. and somehow people freak the ever loving fuck out about a mean nasty aroace making them feel bad for.... also being aromantic and asexual ?
like your experience matters. you don't deserve to be told that you can't interact with posts about aromanticism or asexuality because you're both of those things and somehow that's threatening aromantics and asexuals who aren't both. you are still aromantic. you are still asexual. you aren't hurting or threatening anyone. you deserve to be seen and heard, and you shouldn't have to specifically stick to JUST the "aroace" tag and nothing else. i DON'T understand this behavior.
honestly a lot of it smacks of arophobia on the behalf of asexuals and acephobia on the behalf of aromantics. it blows. it's not cool or cute or funny it's hurting people.
this attitude sucks. as the anon said, please stop this. it's unnecessary and petty infighting for no reason. aroace people are not a threat to other aromantic and asexual people. stop treating other people like shit for no reason other than you are insecure and angry about it. nobody is saying YOU are aroace if they tag your post about aromanticism or asexuality with "aroace". they're doing it for themselves. knock it off.
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Stats Sunday
Happy Not-January! Thanks for the tag @blackberrysummerblog
I posted two fics recently! They're Stranger Things fics so not really of interest to most of you, but I had fun writing them so I'm happy they're out in the world.
I stilll don't have any words to share. I'm either too early or too late in in all my projects for sharing, but because we've finished a whole month, and becuase I've been doing such a good job tracking all my writing words in January, I have stats to share with you!
Stats and a couple graphs under the cut
Total words written for January: 13,945
Days I met my writing goal (200 words): 23
Days I didn't write or edit anything: 4
Day I wrote the most: Jan 21th with 1717 words. (This was the day that none of the internet was working on campus so i opened a word doc and finally wrote a draft of the last chapter of The Way We Are. I still have a lot of work to do on this draft, but it's getting closer!)
Number of Fics worked on: 6, plus one scrapped project
Daily Average: 440 words (but it varies wildly by the day, see graph below)
(some of the things that look like 0 words are actually 1 word, which is my placeholder if all i did was edit and didn't gain any words)
And here's a pie chart to show my WC distribution across projects
While my stranger things winter exchange fic (magnetic magical everything) takes up the most space on this graph, if you were to look at a pie chart of my mind this is what it would look like:
(ignore the very specifc percentages, google sheets hates me. this fic is so hard to write and the words are not coming easy but they are fucking coming and you guys aren't ready for when i finally finish this stupid (/pos) fic)
That's all I have to share today, thank you for listening to me and my graphs. I am very motivated by my data collection, so this is very inspiring to me. I'm sorry about the banner. I hope I'll have actual words to share next week!
Tags and Hellos:
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@beastmonstertitan @best--dress @bookishbroadwayandblind @bookish-bogwitch @the-beard-of-edward-teach
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@talentpiper11 @terra-fae @thewholelemon @valeffelees @you-remind-me-of-the-babe + anyone else who wants too!
I've thrown a couple new people onto my tags list, feel free to share something you're working on if you want! (It does not have to be graphs lolll) (Also if you're on the tag list and don't want to be, just let me know adfsklj)
#fic writing things#six sentence sunday#but actually#stats sunday#the way we are#my stats#ALSO i want to talk about my COBB idea sooo bad it's cruel and unusual that i have to keep it all a secret#if you're not signed up as an artist and wanna hear about my idea let me know#if you're signed up as a writer you should tell me your idea#i'll keep it safe
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The First Time
Touya Todoroki x Gn!Reader
[TW]: suggestive content (not quite nsfw but still), alcohol/drunk behavior, use of pet names
A/N: This is just a drabble, I got a taste of writing for Touya and now I can't stop ahahaaaaaaa - but idk if I wanna write smut yet sooooo it's cut short a bit abruptly.
The first time you met up with him, it was a mistake. A drunken, halfhearted mistake. A few too many drinks had your vision skewed, and before you know it you were locking eyes with the stranger across the room.
If it were any other day you would've been scared of this man. Piercing blue eyes, a lazy scowl plastered on his face, and scars littering his entire body. No...his entire body was made of scars.
But a little bit of tequila had your judgement thrown completely out the window, and your confidence at an all time high. You don't completely remember getting out of your seat, or walking over to the scarred man. Vaguely you remember being a little thrown off at how tall this man was compared to you. And you remember the amused smirk on his lips when you approached.
"Hey there." You hummed seductively. "What's got you here tonight?" He chuckled at you lowly.
"The alcohol mostly," he drawled, holding his glass in the air and inspecting the dark contents before locking his eyes back to yours. "What about you, sweetheart?"
"My (partner) cheated on me." You scoffed out. A little to much information to be giving to a complete stranger, but you were too drunk to care. "So I'm drowning the feelings out here."
"What a shame for him then." The man hummed disapprovingly, eyeing your body down from head to toe. A halfhearted giggle left your lips, and you swayed a bit uneasily.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because he's losing out on quite the person as it seems..." He complimented lazily. "What's your name, doll?"
"What's yours?" You asked back defiantly. A smirk danced on his lips.
"I asked you first." You could cut the tension between the two of you with a knife. What started as drunken banter now had the two of you close enough to see the details of his dangerous blue eyes.
"(Y/N)." You answered, earning you a smile from his scarred lips. He leaned in to your ear and spoke only loud enough for you to here, his name causing shivers to crawl up your spine.
His hand grazed your hip lightly, and your breath hitched. He had you where he wanted you, both you and him knew that. Before you knew it he was leading you outside and into the alleyway behind the. His form pressed against yours and his lips leaving marks on your tender neck.
"Didn't your mother teach you to stay away from dangerous men?" He teased, peppering kisses along your jaw. You panted and tangled your fingers in his inky black hair.
"My mother doesn't control me anymore." You gasped when his sunk his teeth into your neck once more, eliciting a chuckle from the man. It was clear he found you amusing - just plaything for the night. You didn't care. Not when your mind was so out of place.
None of it mattered to you. It was a one night thing...just for one night...right?
#writing#fanfic#mha x reader#mha#mha dabi#boku no hero academia#my hero acedamia#my hero academia#bnha#mha x you#bnha x you#bnha x reader#dabi x reader#dabi#bnha dabi#touya todoroki#dabi todoroki#todoroki touya#mha touya#touya x reader#bnha touya#toya todoroki#dabi x you#dabi mha#dabi x y/n#touya x y/n#touya x you
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hallo love your work it's so delicious. I also love how you show emotions. I wanted to tickle your brain for a sec if you don't mind (no pressure). What would happen in your AUs (like the acceleration au) if the reader was more um- violate like when simon decides oh this stranger yep he's going in the bed with us, (even if mind you she was chill about the strange man before if a bit hurt) she gets stern and simply tells him to get out of her house. That if he wants to bring his soldier fine- but that is not her problem that is her home her life. Also I saw you had a fic of gaz with what was basically a gym rat reader and omggggg it's so muahhh. I love strong reader.
Finally got to your ask, anon. So Iâve been thinking about it for a couple of days now.
I think the reason why Reader doesnât outright put her foot down or why nothing too rash actually happens from ANY side of their throuple is from how slow it all burns. The temperature is going up degree by degree, so the frog doesnât jump out of the pot.
Now, if Simon tried to ram his way through her stating clearly and plainly that sheâs uncomfortable with something, than yes, it would be a recipe for a disaster.
But yk the AU works only because these guys listen to each other. Simon knows Reader and Reader knows Simon and Johnny knows Simon and Simon knows Johnny and Johnny tries to know Reader.
The AU works because they try to get attuned to each other and not because one or all of them try to forcefully slot themselves into each otherâs lives.
I get where your question is coming from, Iâm just explaining my thought process behind the structure of their relationship.
So their relationship however strange it may seem works because they are adults that while have some unhealthy attachments or coping mechanisms are still capable of processing their own emotions and giving each other space.
I know that I donât go into too much of a detail exactly how it works/feels/goes between them but for me personally thatâs part of it. In life for me oftentimes relationships can get complicated and sometimes you do in fact realise that the person you called best friend for years is actually the person you love.
Also, sometimes when coming from a not very fortunate or healthy family you may not know how different types of love feel like. You have no model to take example from so yeah, sometimes itâs a lot of stumbling around and nuzzling into people and taking time a shit ton of time to figure it all out.
And while I get that Simon may seem really annoying to some people, for me heâs actually really endearing because in this AU I understand him perfectly. Heâs a man, he has some issues he never worked through, he dislikes conflicts and tries to avoid them, he takes the cowardâs way out because he hopes maybe things will fall into place on their own.
And I understand Reader because she loved him all her life, she never said it, she always dreamed about the life that she wasnât brave enough to live, sheâs really jealous that Soap was brave enough to do what she didnât, she feels ashamed that sheâs jealous, she made mistakes, she hates that she did, she is difficult and isnât sure sheâs worth this much trouble. Itâs okay, she is. You are. All the trouble and effort.
All worth it.
And I understand Soap. I think I understand him the best out of them all. Heâs jealous, heâs used to work himself to the bone, heâs incredible aware, heâs insecure, heâs feeling like he could be left behind (he wouldnât be), he likes Simon, he likes Reader, he has different needs than Simon or Reader have and heâs not sure how to voice them. Heâs there but is he really present? Is he wanted? Is he needed? Is he loved? He isnât sure. He doesnât know whether he should ask.
So the thing is that they are all difficult and complicated and multidimensional and honestly, I love the three of them so so much.
Even if they stress you, guys, out sometimes
#call of duty#cod mw2#girl.asks#acceleration au#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x reader#simon riley#soap mactavish x reader#soap cod#soap mw2#john soap mactavish#john soap mactavish x reader#soap x reader#soap call of duty#ghoap x reader#ghoap
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(I'm sorry this got way more venty than I expected, please feel free to delete if it's too much)
I keep seeing so much hate for trans men who are âclinging to their AGABâ (eg discussing how they are still experiencing misogyny) & it is so exhausting. Like I am treated like a woman by strangers, treated like a trender to those I come out to, & treated as a Miraculous Exception to the woes of mankind by my friends (one of whom claimed âyou canât trust men with long hairâ, as I was sitting Right There, ponytail and all), but I canât talk about any of it without being told Iâm actually lucky, it could be so much worse (I Know This)....just call me a trender, you know? Itâs not Less painful but at least I can clearly get where you stand. Itâs to the point that, even among friends who have supported me through my worst, I genuinely feel a tiny bit guilty for talking about being trans as much as I do? & Kinda like....âdo you guys actually hate me for real â (which is insane I know they don't but also like!! I canât tell Jack or shit anymore! I see people say âwe need to put trans men down like rabid animalsâ & âWe should give TMEs a reason to be oppressedâ & âTMEs all want one thing & it's to hurt trans fems & trans womenâ from many kinds of trans people & even cis people now, & I'm like !! God can I just live? I just wanna live)
Not trusting men with long hair is a weird take. My husband has long hair and he's trustworthy as fuck. Don't know what her logic is there. Best she never goes to any metal shows from now on, as there's gonna be at least 90% of men there with long hair.
I'm sorry that people around you are shit. Trans guys don't deserve the crap that people throw at them
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Alrighty, I'm probably going to forget to list half of mine because my organization is a mess to put it mildly. I'm also gonna use this as an opportunity to talk a bit about them because despite the fact I haven't touched many of these in a while I still adore them a lot
These New Dreams - first fic of my traffic stardew valley au, where we get to see Jimmy's first week in the valley
Casual Affair - boat boys oneshot in the sdv au aka Joel thrusting over a stranger because he's bored for a couple thousand words
Lost In A Daydream - scarian sdv au oneshot
A Long Burned Out Light - ranchers fic were Tango had way too much unprocessed trauma
How To Love A God - Jimmy gets cursed into becoming a minor god of death and Tango is nothing if not determined to show him love
i don't know what to say - oneshot for my Lives That Bind Us AU
A debt to be paid II electric boogaloo
Flower husbands getting back together
Life Eater Au
I've also got a few Simon Snow/Carry On unfinished fics that are just waiting for my hyperfixation to return
Signs Of The Past - my haunted house (but not really) au. I think this is one of my favourite things I've ever written, it's currently 45k words long and about half-way done
Fear That You Find Out - first snowbaz fic I ever wrote, your generic Baz returns to Watford traumatised, but tries to hide it and Simon is absolutely deranged about it fic
Date With Hate - plans for a college au intended for Carry On Big Bang 2024 that just didn't end up happening
Food Fuc - that one's just a misspelling that I can't bring myself to correct
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advice: detaching yourself from male validation & seeking relationships
here's the thing with high school relationships: they are so so fun. the idea of a first love is such a beautiful thing in my opinion, and I think everyone SHOULD experience at like a sort-of romantic relationship before college. this teaches people how to care for others, have communication skills, and serves to help you navigate future, more serious relationships later in life.
HOWEVER, you really, really, really shouldn't ever depend on this idea that you will find a perfect boyfriend or girlfriend in high school, that you'll be sweethearts and go to prom together and be this perfect, complete thing. because, to put it honestly, people think too much about themselves. especially at an age where you are still very much a kid, growing and learning and sometimes not taking others into consideration.
" so, what?" SO, here is how you navigate this incredible strong desire to obtain a boyfriend, or even just romantic attention from guys:
get a hobby. not one to impress anyone but yourself. if you like a guy who's super into film, you don't need to become a ' film girl'. find somethings that screams YOU. it can literally be anything you enjoy doing in your free time, ( i'll put up a link to suggestions here) but I'm personally advising something productive. which brings me to my next point...
get off your phone!!! i can't say enough about this, seriously. if you're constantly checking your socials, on tiktok/snap/insta, you will be taking in the lives of other people, whether it be your friends or complete strangers. this builds jealousy. a proven fact, depression and anxiety is present teenagers who use social media DOUBLE the amount of teens who don't. majority of these apps don't lead to anything good, and mainly serve as major distractions to other important aspects of your life. ( i know you're reading this on tumblr, but i'm here to tell you that my account is good vibes only luv y'all)
non-romantic social interaction is key. everyone needs environments where they are able to decompress, be ugly, be genuine, laugh and have a good time without the upkeep or stress of trying to look a certain way. this is what real friends are for. on top of this, good friends will shut down negative self-talk and hype you up like you deserve to be! spend time with people that make you feel good about yourself.
turning that all into confidence doesn't look like the simplest thing, but trust me, it can be effortless with time and sticking to what you know is best for yourself. putting your phone away creates less windows into other people's lives, which will in turn make you realize that those people you once obsessed over? not that important. reaching that step will be such a relieving feeling, and you won't regret it. putting your time into things you're interested will help you get to know yourself better, enjoy solitude, and will genuinely make you happier. the reason people encourage things like this in the first place is because they work!! the final results of doing these things will look like a self-confidant queen, who doesn't chase, but attracts.
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Netflix has seriously harmed it's reputation with how often it is now cancelling shows. What used to be seen as the go-to service for saving cancelled shows, has now become the very thing it swore to destroy {Hello There Obi-Wan Kenobi reference). Netflix likes to repeat it's standard line that they have never cancelled a successful show, but they conveniently never tell us how they measure success, because this doesn't ring true with their shows like Lockwood & Co and Shadow & Bone, that got to both Number 1 and Number 2 respectively in Netflix's own published streaming charts, and that still wasn't enough to save those shows from cancellation. Also Netflix clearly has favourites in terms of marketing, for example I enjoyed the show Everything Now, but you've probably never heard of it, and I searched Facebook - Netflix did one post about it when they dropped the trailer 3 weeks before it's worldwide release, and that was it; but other shows like Bridgerton, you can't fail to know it's there because they post daily about it on their socials for weeks up to and including release and for weeks after too. You even have actors in a new show saying they have to search their show to find it so they can watch and it's not even advertised on Netflix's own home screen, let alone anywhere else, so no wonder these shows get cancelled as they are never given a fair shot to succeed.
It seems unless you go viral or break Netflix's own streaming records, like Stranger Things or Wednesday, then even getting the number one or number two spot is not good enough to save a program from cancellation. Netflix needs to remember that not all releases are an overwhelming overnight success - even some of the best and most popular shows took a while to find their audience, like Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones, The West Wing, The Sopranos, but then when they did find their audience they became what everyone was talking about, and people who had never seen the show, still knew about them from it's impact on the cultural audience. Somebody else said, and I truly believe it, that if Netflix had made Breaking Bad today, they would have cancelled it after two seasons, and then think what great storytelling we would have missed out on, all because the show wasn't a record hit in it's opening week.
And now Netflix finds itself in a self-fullfilling loop where they have now trained their audience to not try new shows and get attached as they'll likely be cancelled. Think about it, how many new shows can you think of on Netflix that got renewed last year. It only seems to be people will tune in for shows like Bridgerton, Emily in Paris, Outer Banks, as they have had time to grow with the characters, so now Netflix has got themselves in to a model where customers don't try a new show, like KAOS or Everything Now, and they'll wait and see if it's renewed, and when after only a month since it's release, it does indeed get cancelled, the consumer hasn't wasted time getting invested in a show & characters that get cut short, especially nowadays when there is so much to watch across traditional TV and now streaming services too, that just because the audience doesn't come running to watch as soon as it drops, doesn't mean it's not there or interested.
2025 see's the return of some of Netflix's biggest shows like Squid Game, Wednesday and Stranger Things, but 2 out of those 3 also end this year too and then what shows will be left that are associated with the Netflix brand - they had Stranger Things, House of Cards, Orange Is The New Black when Netflix first got going, it'll be hard to say by the end of this year what big shows Netflix will have left to draw customers in
Unless Netflix, and the wider industry, change their perception to not only see massive, viral numbers as success and that shows with strong-moderate success are allowed to grow and widen their audience, then there will eventually reach a tipping point where they will cancel one show too many that either customers leave their service, or creatives will decide that Netflix isn't a good partner to work with where you put years of work in writing, filming, producing, editing a project just for it to be cancelled a month after it's release, so if you have a story that needs more than one film or a one and done series to tell it in, then Netflix probably isn't your best bet any longer.
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stranger things to do list chapters 7 & 8
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chapter 7 Billy Hargrove x fem reader
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Chapter 7
Loss of virginity, vaginal sex, sex with a condom, aftercare
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me.
Reader goes on a date with Billy and loses her virginity.
Another week went by with you working as a lifeguard and some shifts with Steve and Billy. Even though Heather was there, she mainly kept to herself instead of embarrassing you. Barb and Nancy visited you at the pool one day during your shift. When you were on your lifeguard tower one day looking through magazines with Nancy and Barb, you noticed Steve and Billy staring while you sucked on a red, white, and blue popsicle.
It must be the sexy Polaroid pictures you left in their lockers. Steve had been taking you on dates a bit nothing special, but he paid. Billy and Steve were both charming, but you had your eyes set on Billy. Steve and you had been hooking up. The occasional oral, more hand jobs for him, and even 69âing. You werenât a couple though, and didnât label the relationship.
Billy being the cocky guy he was, walked over to you during your break and put his hand on your shoulder.
âI was thinking we should go on a date. Just you and me, doll. A night out doing whatever you want.â
âHow about the drive-in movies? I would love to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show on the big screen.â
âHmm, so this Saturday maybe I can pick you up? I know girls canât resist my Camaro.â
He was right. His car was a Chevy and sleek. You would be the luckiest girl at that drive-in.
âWell, how about after? Maybe see where the night takes us or we could do something. If thereâs drinking, it might not be a good idea for us to drive.â
âI like how you think. Sneak in booze and drink a bit. Let's play it by ear though.â
You reached out touching his biceps and squeezing it admiring the skull tattoo on his shoulder.
âPick me up at 8 then, Billy.â
The rest of the week, you pick the best outfit and decide on your makeup. There was no way you could go to your place after the date. Heather would be around. The week after, you would have the place to yourself while your family was camping with the neighbors.
If Billy asked you to have sex with him, you would be sure to be safe and ready. Condoms and of course, clean STI/STD tests. Going out one day you bought protection, being sure to have lube and condoms, not wanting to be without. Just in case Billy didnât bring any along. But what if he didnât like virginsâŚ
Steve soon found out you were going out with Billy and you just hoped he wasnât too jealous. Throughout the summer, you have spent some of your best days with your friends and at the pool. It was finally happening though, and you could be with Billy. As far as a relationship was concerned, you would just take your time with that.
The day of the date Heather was lurking in the hallway as you were getting ready and doing your makeup. You dressed up for the occasion and go as Magenta for the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Complete with the dress, apron, tights, and red wig, you did your makeup just like Magenta. Heather came into your room just as you were spraying some perfume and putting on lotion.
âWhat do you want Heather?â
âI don't like that tone you are taking with me. I just wanted to say youâve come a long way. Even if we aren't biological sisters, I still care about you, alright? Just be careful.â
She had a point. Heather had her moments of being an overprotective sister, after all. She meant well though, and you couldn't possibly be upset with her. Even though she got on your nerves and even though you fought, sometimes she was still your sister for better or for worse.
âThanks, Heather. I mean sis.â
âBy the way, for what it's worth, you look great and Billy is a really lucky guy.â
Billy showed up about a half hour later in his Camaro and you were getting even more excited. Hopefully, he would like your outfit and makeup. He rang the bell and you answered. Billy was wearing ripped jeans, black boots, and a button-up black long-sleeved shirt. He also smelled of a nice cologne that was most likely sandalwood.
âMissed you, Billy. I can't wait for our date.â
âWell, you won't have to miss me any longer.â
Now in his car, he turned on the radio, and the familiar sound of Judas Priest's painkiller blasted through the speakers. You were handed flowers from him beautiful dozen red roses. Billy eyed you as he drove and he was just glad to be there, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing it. The car ride there was nice, and you loved his taste in music.
âI forgot to mention just how beautiful you are tonight in that outfit. It's so amazing you did your best to be Magenta.â
âReady to do the time warp with your Magenta then tonight, Billy?â You asked with a chuckle.
âDamn right, I am, doll.â
Soon you were at the drive-in paying your entry fees and then picked a space in the middle of the drive-in parking lot. Lots of people were there, and it was dark now. The movie's opening trailers were starting. Billy rolled down the windows slightly to bring in some fresh air.
âSo you wanna get some snacks, maybe? My treat. Whatever you want.â
He took out his wallet and gave you a twenty.
âThanks, Billy. Iâll get popcorn, sodas, candy. Anything else?â
âSounds good doll. Whatever you want, like I said, Iâm good for it.â
When you stood in line to get your snacks, you noticed there was Karen there with Ted. You wanted to tell her off. All these years of knowing she wanted to put the moves on Billy. All that was stopping her was probably her husband. With him around, though, it was pointless to make a scene. Once you got your Sour Patch Kids, red vines, and popcorn with extra butter and a little salt, you filled up your sodas at the self-serve station with a Dr. Pepper and a cherry Coke.
âBilly, Iâm back,â you told him joyously as you got to his car.
Billy opened your door for you and you got in with the tray. Deciding not to tell him about the encounter with Karen you would just enjoy the night instead. She was not worth the energy.
âWell, doll, this looks great. Movies starting.â
Billy leaned over and kissed you. When the opening song sequence started, you sang along and ate some popcorn drinking your Dr Pepper as Billy drank some cherry coke. He added a bit of vodka to each of your sodas and put a finger to his lips as he laughed softly.
By the time they had made it to the sequence of Meatloaf's last scene, you and Billy had finished devouring the popcorn and were working on the candy as he sang along to Meatloaf's part. Being close to him like this and having a date night was something you imagined happening, even in your wildest dreams. He knew every word of every song, and it was like he was your perfect match.
âBilly, I think tonight has been wonderful,â you told him excitedly as you leaned on close leaning your head against his shoulder, lacing your fingers with his, and holding hands.
âMe too, sweetheart. It's been great. The movie, the snacks, but you the most.â
Both of you were done with your liquor sodas now and feeling the buzz. It was great to be drinking and spending time with Billy enjoying the movie. Of all the guys in town, Billy had his certain charm and charisma. Sure, Eddie and Steve were great, but Billy was, too. As Frank N Furter was singing about returning to his home planet again, you and Billy were moving to the beat and singing a bit wasted but feeling good.
The movie got better with every watch but seeing it at the cinemas instead of on VHS was just a different feeling. Nothing could compare to watching a movie on a big screen. Billy was the life of the party usually, and tonight was no different for him. In a way, he had stolen your heart. Of anyone you could be with tonight, you were so glad it was with Billy.
âPrincess, you wanna go somewhere after this?â
âI don't think you should drive Billy. How about a nearby hotel?â You suggested trying to sound alluring as you put your hand on his thigh squeezing it.
Billy's lips crashed against yours and pulled you onto his lap, pinning you down and growling.
âFuck. Sounds like the best idea ever.â
You took some condoms out of your pocket showing him you had protection.
âI have some too in my wallet, but not here.â
âBilly, I'm a virgin,â you admitted.
âI figured as much. I haven't been with anyone in about a month. Iâll show you clean tests.â
Reaching into his glove compartment he pulled the papers out letting you look at them as he lit up a cigarette and inhaled slowly blowing the smoke outside the window. As you looked through the papers, you nodded. He was honest, which was a good thing, and he was clean.
âIâve done stuff though, and I got tested recently.â
You took out the papers from your purse showing him. Billy glanced at them and nodded, smiling. The movie would soon be over and no doubt as the credits rolled, a big crowd would be trying to leave the outdoor theater grounds. As the last song started, you made a suggestion.
âNow we should go to that hotel.â
Billy nodded, planning to pick a nice hotel. Somewhere upscale for his date and girl, not some dinky motel room. Typically, Billy wouldnât be with virgins, but he had strong feelings toward you. As Billy drove, you sang along to the song Painkiller by Judas Priest called Touch of Evil. There wasn't much talking as Billy drove, but the feeling of excitement was palpable in the air.
When he parked he opened your door, going with you to get a room paying for the night, and getting the keys. Soon you were in the hotel room with Billy. Deciding to bring inside the red roses he had gotten for you earlier, you took them to the bed putting some rose petals on it, and then taking some to the bathroom.
âBilly, can we take a bath first?â
âOf course, beautiful.â
As you filled the tub you put some rose petals into the water and some bubble bath before removing your wig. You felt grateful to be there with him and you had even brought some sexy lingerie with you, wanting to wear it for him tonight. The hotel room was nice and even better than you expected it to be. When the tub was full you sunk into the water with Billy getting into the water soon after.
âThis feels nice, Billy so warm and relaxing and Iâm so glad to be here with you.â
âMe too. I like your company and we are good together, I think. The movie was fun.â
As Billy washed you up you sighed happily, closing your eyes. The soap smelled like French vanilla. He was tender with you and washed you up nicely. He was the best and just a true romantic at heart. Most people in Hawkins had the wrong idea about Billy. Even if you didnât see him again after tonight, you wouldnât regret this or anything with him.
âI think everything with you is fun, Billy. Now I want to wash you.â
âThat's a great idea, doll.â
Billy had such a beautiful body and physique. His cock was so big, veiny, and girthy. You washed his upper body first taking your time with the wash cloth and making sure he enjoyed every moment of this bath.
âYour hands are so nice. Iâm glad you came here with me. It was a pleasant surprise and you wanted to come here. No complaints, though.â
âThank you, Billy. I just wanted to spend some quality time alone, and at least we can be alone here.â
Billy nodded and gasped as you reached his legs your hand brushing over his cock before you washed it too making him buck his hips and groan softly. After you finished washing him, you leaned against his chest relaxing in the water. When the water was lukewarm, you got out to dry off and give him a good view of your ass.
âLet's just relax and watch a little TV maybe,â Billy suggested as you were all dried off now and brushing your teeth.
âMaybe we could find a movie on TV.â
As you went to the bed, you bounced on it, feeling happy as he turned on the TV. You went to your purse getting out the pink and purple trim lingerie with material made of silk and lace. Billy eyed you as you put it on and he settled on the movie Caligula. There was an orgy unfolding on screen, and to say you were intrigued was an understatement. The movie starred Malcolm Mcdowell and Helen Mirren but some parts were downright pornographic.
âYou look so sexy wearing that, gorgeous,â Billy boasted as he removed his towel and got into bed.
The sheets were soft and you were glad everything looked clean. Turning on the bedside lamp to a low setting, you cuddled in next to Billy trying to enjoy the movie. Billy leaned in kissing you as another sex scene unfolded on screen.
"Billy, I want you to fuck me. Get the condoms," you requested, sounding desperate.
"My needy little thing. You want me to fuck you, huh? I love the sound of that."
He took out a condom and unwrapped it with his teeth before tossing the wrapper aside. He stroked himself trying to get hard.
"I'll help with that."
You straddled his leg and sucked the tip of his cock and then kissed along his shaft. He hissed as your mouth was on his cock.
"Sit on my face, doll," he commanded as he grabbed your ass, squeezing it.
You positioned yourself so you were straddling his face. He moved the lingerie slip up your body so he could get good access to your pussy. Wasting no time he went to work fingering and sucking your clit as you bobbed your head on his cock making him gasp and work in sync to get each other off.
"Mm, fuck doll your mouth is perfect. Such a good girl for me," Billy praised you in between licks and thrusts with his fingers inside.
As your warm mouth pleased him, Billy felt like he was in pure heaven and he knew if he kept going like this much longer with you then he wouldn't last as long. He slapped your ass as you took him as deep as you could, mouth-watering. Your pussy clenched his fingers and tongue as he ate you out, causing you to make lewd noises around his cock.
"I want you to fuck me now, doll."
You popped off his cock and maneuvered so you were hovering above his cock, condom in hand now, wrapping it around his thick shaft. Once it was on, you sank onto his cock slowly, inch by agonizing inch until he was filling you up to the hilt.
"Oh fuck, Billy, you are so big."
Your first time fucking a man and you were on top. No less with Billy Hargrove. It was all you wanted and pure bliss.
"Mm baby, you feel so tight. Fuck, I love this pussy already."
Billy's lips clashed against yours as he let you adjust to him fully. Giving him no warning you thrust yourself on his cock and bit his lips as he ferally grunted and you moaned against his lips- tongues tangling and you tugged on his wavy locks of hair as you looked deeply into his gorgeous blue eyes.
âI love your big cock. Billy fuck me harder please!â You pleaded to want him to fuck you as he pleased.
âAnything for you, babe.â
Billy was thrusting his hips establishing a steady pace as he filled you to the brim with his cock his balls slapping erratically as he grabbed your hips tightly. You pleased yourself by using your fingers and rubbing harsh circles on your clit. Fucking him felt sensual and as your tongue wrapped around his cock, gasps escaped his mouth and your lips elicited airy groans of pure bliss causing Billy to bounce you faster on his cock.
âOh fuck yes, Billy, give me that big cock!â You seductively moaned as he gave into your desires and request picking the pace up his hands now on your ass kneading it as you sucked on his neck causing him to growl in animalistic fury.
Now that your wish to fuck Billy and lose your virginity to him was coming true, you were intending on making this one of the best sexual awakenings. The TV was still on but neither of you was paying any attention as you fucked each other senseless. Embracing passionately and being skin-on-skin. Even with the condom as a barrier, his cock felt incredible inside and you could feel it in your belly.
You had never moaned this loudly before or cried out like Billy was making you and you were feeling like you were on top of the world. The pain had lessened from him being inside and like the perfect gentleman, Billy got you wet with foreplay before fucking you. Telling people in the future you had lost your virginity to Billy and fucked him hard was going to be a story you would tell for a long time.
âYeah, that's right. Gonna fuck this pussy until you cum. Baby, Iâm getting close. Fuck! Please tell me you are too.â He grunted as he slowed his thrusts, trying to draw out his impending orgasm wanting to prolong it until you came first.
Closing your eyes you basked in the sensations of his cock and your fingers as you kept up a steady rubbing on yourâ sensitive clit. Panting and holding onto the bed rail, you made the bed shake with your movements on top pinning him to the bed. He pistoned his hips and gyrated running his fingers over your erect nipples, pinching them and earning pretty cries from your lips.
âYes, Billy Iâm gonna cum!â You keened as you tilted your head back and scratched his chest leaving imprints with your nails.
Billyâs kisses stifled your cries as he spanked your clit and fucked into you harder, causing waves of orgasm to wash over you. He maneuvered so you were underneath him, wrapping your legs around him as his balls became full of cum and his cock leaked pre-cum inside the condom. Any moment now he would cum and you couldnât wait to have all his cum.
âWhere should I cum?â
âOver my chest. Please!â You whined.
Billy thrust three more times before pulling out and removing the condom stroking his cock as he painted your chest, tits, and nipples with his seed. Reaching for Kleenex, he cleaned you up and lay down next to you for cuddles.
âThank you Billy for my first time.â
âYou got it doll.â
You fell asleep enraptured in his arms soon after.
You wanted to go over to Nancyâs and tell her the good news. She would be so happy for you to lose your virginity. When she lost hers, she was over the moon about it. Barb was surely at Nancyâs already since you had a movie night to see the newest John Hughes movie, Pretty In Pink. Arriving at Nancyâs you were greeted by Karen.
âHi, Karen.â
âExcuse me what did you call me?â
âKaren. That's your name, isn't it? Look, I know you have had a thing for Billy for a while now. I know your game and what you are up to. Stay away from him and stay away from the Hawkins pool. He's mine.â
âI don't know what you are talking about.â
âIâm trying to play nice but you have a family and kids. If you don't want them to know about how you feel about Billy, then back off.â
With a startled look on her face, she stood there baffled before you marched off into Nancyâs room. She could think what she wanted. Let her think you had sex with Billy. Maybe she didn't know and thought you hadn't fucked him. Either way, you were so beyond done with her.
Now in Nancyâs room, you saw Barb and Nance spread out on the bed with snacks, watching previews for the movie. Sitting down in between them you grabbed some popcorn and a Dr. Pepper.
âSo how was your time with Chrissy and Robin last weekend?â Barb asked curiously.
âIt was nice, but I finally slept with Billy. He asked me out to the movies, then we did it at a hotel.â
âThat's a big deal. You feel any different now?â Barb asked curiously as Nancy looked at you with wide eyes.
âIt was good. It hurt at first, but I liked it.â
âOkay but what about with Robin and Chrissy did anything happen?â Nancy demanded.
You crossed your arms getting defensive with her now.
âI hooked up with them. We had a threesome.â
Barb looked a bit shocked as Nancyâs expression turned glum.
âAre you kidding me? I thought I told you I had feelings for Robin,â Nancy spat out bitterly.
âThat was over a year ago. You are with Jonathan,â you shot back.
Nancy rolled her eyes and glared at you.
âDon't take that tone with me. You know what you should leave. You broke the girl code.â
Getting up you looked to Barb who looked down on the floor after she mouthed âsorry.â
âFine, Iâll leave.â
âI just don't want to see you right now,â Nancy told you with a huff.
You got up to leave, with Barb following behind you. Out of earshot now, you looked at her with anger in your eyes.
âJust give Nance some time to calm down. Sheâll get over it.â
âI hope.â
You hugged each other before you left making sure to flip Karen off on your way out.
Chapter 8 Eddie Munson x fem reader Let's put the x in sex.
Nsfw warnings: anal play, rimming, usage of toys, strap-on, pegging, anal sex.
After you go out with Eddie to a barbeque, you end the night with some fun at your place. Eddie suggests you try something new and have a night filled with passion and new firsts.
The next week, you spent home relaxing, working, and staying away from Nancy. You didnât want to pursue Robin, but Nancy didnât care. Barb had called to tell you that Nancy and Jonathan had broken up. If she wouldn't apologize, then you wouldnât either.
Karen had stopped showing up at the local pool, which was fine with you. You would talk to Billy and Steve at the pool sometimes, but you didnât go on any more dates with them. Eddie was your next pursuit, and you couldnât wait to be with him on a date soon. He promised to play a new song for youâ acousticâ at an upcoming town barbeque.
The day of the bbq, you got ready and hoped there wouldnât be any weird tension if Barb and Nancy were there. It would be nice to see Eddie, though. Eddie was meeting you there, and you dressed nice but comfortable. You chose a black leather skirt, a Corroded Coffin tank top, and platform boots with a black denim battle jacket.
Once you complete your look with platform red heels and fishnets, you put on makeup: smokey eyeshadow and eyeliner, black lipstick. Eddie wouldnât know what hit him. Earlier that week, you had bought more toys at the sex store, including a strap-on, since you had so much fun using it with Robin and Chrissy.
What Eddie didnât know yet was that you were anal training and had already gone up another size with your butt plugs. Not only that, but you had bought glass and rubber dildos of bigger sizes and you used them on your ass. You could even get yourself off and cum just by anal penetration.
When you arrived at the barbeque, you got cold water and met up with Eddie. When you found him by his van, he was smoking a cigarette. Embracing you in a hug you breathed in his scent. Soon you had plates of food, including ribs, steak, potato salad, and pasta salad. For dessert, there would be sâmores.
He looked so sexy wearing his cutoff ripped black jeans, a Metallica tank top, and combat boots. Eddie always knew how to look heavy metal. And his Dio vest was present like usual, one of his favorite battle jackets.
âIâm glad you came, sweetheart. Iâm just glad I can see a familiar face. My friends bailed on me.â
âMe too Eddie. Iâm not friends with Nancy at the moment. Donât ask though. It's a long story and she and Jonathan broke up recently.â
âThat sucks. Well, Iâm sorry to hear that.â
He ate some pasta salad and wiped his mouth with a napkin as you opted to eat some potato salad. The food was good, and the town barbeque was off to a good start and would be a big hit with the townsfolk. There were burning questions on your mind but you would ask Eddie them when the time was right.
âIâm okay, Eddie. I wish I had my best friend again. Barbâs been great though.â
âI understand. Look, you are amazing and Nancy will come to her senses.â
He reached out taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. The way he touched you and looked at you with his doe-brown eyes practically made you melt on the spot. Weeks ago you had his dick in your mouth and now you were enjoying a bbq together.
You finished your food with small talk and then got the supplies for making sâmores just as it got dark. The night would hopefully only get better, and Eddie was being so nice. You couldn't help but look at his ringed fingers as he twirled the marshmallow over the open campfire.
âYou roast marshmallows pretty well princess.â
âThanks, Eddie. I try.â
He put his arm around your shoulder as you roasted your marshmallows to golden brown and blew out the flame. You arranged the graham crackers and the chocolate on your plate and made your sâmore. Trying it you chewed thoughtfully. Eddie tried it and was licking his lips after a big bite.
âYou have some on your face, Eddie!â You playfully joked before licking it off.
Eddie smiled pulling you in for a gooey and chocolate sâmore filled kiss. Your tongues tangled and when you broke free of the kiss, breathless. You continued to eat your sâmores hand-feeding each other. The joy didnât last any longer because you saw Nancy there with Robin flirting shamelessly as they drank from their blue solo cups.
âNancyâs here. Great.â
Eddie looked up and frowned.
âWhat do you say we get out of here?â
âI won't possibly object to that, Eddie.â
He took your hand leading you to his van. Once you were inside, he started his engine and the familiar sound of Corroded Coffin's new song Apocalyptic came on.
âWhere to, sweetheart?â
âMy house. I have the place all to myself tonight.â
Eddie leaned over kissing you again and squeezed your thigh.
âSounds perfect.â
He began the drive to your place as the moon and stars came out in full view in the near distance. Hopefully, he'd play his acoustic guitar for you tonight. You wanted nothing more than that.
âYou gonna play your guitar for me, metalhead?â
âOf course, sweetheart. I can't wait to.â
He put the pedal to the metal to arrive at your place sooner, making you giggle. Soon he arrived parking in your driveway and turning off the engine. Once you got inside, he brought his guitar to your couch as you turned on a lamp and sat next to him.
As Eddie strummed his guitar tuning it up, you leaned in close and kissed him. He soon started playing Apocalyptic, and you were all smiles as he put all his passion and everything he had into one of his favorite Corroded Coffin songs. His voice was incredible, and the instrumental parts were just as good. His fingers and rings as he played the notes looked so strong and you admired his movements on the fretboard.
âEddie, you are amazing!â
âThanks, sweetheart.â
He kissed you pulling gently on the guitar pick necklace he had gifted you. His fingers twined with yours, his finger brushing lightly over the mood ring he had given you that you were wearing on your middle finger. You hadn't taken it off since he put it on you that night at Hawkins Pool after the concert.
âWanna take a shower?â You suggested.
âHell yeah.â
Getting up you made your way to the shower with Eddie turning on the warm water and undressing before getting in slowly. The water felt amazing, and you were all over Eddie kissing and touching him, grabbing your chest and you grabbed his cock as you teasingly jerked him off with the washcloth. Getting on your knees you finished washing him before he washed you.
âMm, that feels so good, Eddie. I want to do something different tonight.â
âDifferent how? Iâm up for almost anything.â
âAnal. I want you to be my first for that, if you are clean, I mean.â
He was on his knees cleaning your pussy and ass as he looked up at you with wide doe eyes.
âI am. I would like to be your first for that.â
Standing up, he kissed you and grabbed your ass, kneading your cheeks.
âYeah? Great. I also wanted to know if you would be interested in pegging.â
âI could try. Believe it or not, I havenât tried that yet.â
Eddie shrugs nonchalantly as you smile, a wicked grin on your face. He was so sexy. Eddie didnât even have to try, he just was. Turning off the water you grabbed a towel and dried off, wiggling your ass and bent over for him.
âShit sweetheart, stop teasing me. Do you mean you have a strap-on?â
âI bought one recently, and it's rubber, also purple.â
âLet's try it. Guess it's only fair if I fuck your ass, then you fuck mine.â
He chuckled softly as he dried off and shook his head like a wet dog as he dried his wavy locks with a small towel. You brushed your hair and batted your lashes at him as you looked into the mirror. Eddie came up from behind you wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly to him with his towel still wrapped around his waist.
âIâll show you my toys. Come on.â
Taking his hand you led him to your room, lit some vanilla candles, and turned on the lamp close to your bed. You opened your top drawer revealing condoms, lube, and your collection of toys including your anal training kit of butt plugs.
âIâm up to the largest butt plug size now.â
âIâm impressed, princess. The strap-on looks great. Iâd say 8 inches.â
âIt is. I want to fuck you first if that's okay.â
Eddie looked happily surprised as his cheeks turned red. Removing the towel he wrapped it over your door and walked back over to you.
âShould I get down on all fours?â
âYes. And I want you to get all lubed up for me.â
âYes, maâam.â He teased as he gave you a salute.
With Eddie's face down and ass up, you got out the lube and rubbed it over the strap-on cock, getting it ready for him. Putting on gloves you put lube on the fingers and entered his ass. Eddie shivered in anticipation as you filled him up with three fingers and moved them inside.
âOh, fuck yes, that feels magnificent.â
âYour ass is so tight.â
Noticing his cock hardening you smiled with delight. Soon satisfied, you threw the gloves away into your trash can and lined the fake cock up at his entrance.
âYou ready Eddie?â
âYes. Fuck me, please.â
You wanted nothing more than to fuck his ass and enter him. Eddie wanted it badly, and his ass was gorgeous. Even though you werenât together, you were having fun with whatever it was you were to each other. Not having a label on it was fine too, as long as you were enjoying yourself and Eddie, for that matter, nothing else was important.
Tapping the fake cock as his assâs entrance you teased his puckered hole with it. His entrance was slick from the lube you used with your gloved fingers, and his ass was yours for the taking.
âStop teasing me, sweetheart. Please stop.â
âIâll give it to you good, Eddie.â You promised him as you slide into him.
âFuck yes, keep going!â
Bottoming out inside of Eddie you fucked him slowly going at a nice steady pace. Eddie groaned at you and gripped the bed sheets below him tightly. Putting your foot on the bed to get a better angle you pounded into his ass as he stroked his cock.
âOh shit magnificent!â Eddie boasted, crying out and looking back at you.
âTell me how sexy I look pounding your ass, Eddie.â You ordered him as he looked into the big vanity mirror you had watching you fuck him and watching you thrust away, your breasts swinging and bouncing as you claimed his ass as yours.
âYou look sexy, princess. So hot.â
He stroked his cock to full hardness, and his cock was a work of art. Already you were looking forward to your turn and having Eddie fuck your ass for the first time. It would be sexy as hell and erotic. Everything you wanted and imagined, but even more.
âOh, fuck Eddie, your ass is so tight!â You praised him loving what a good boy he was for you as you listened to his pretty gasps as he stroked his cock.
âYes, I love you riding my ass and mounting me!â
You rubbed his prostate massaging it as you thrust harder into him. Eddieâs cock looked so beautiful and you were having the time of your life fucking him. If he asked you to do this again in the future, you wouldnât object.
âYes, so good for me. I bet you want to fuck me too though, huh, get inside my ass with your hard cock as your balls get heavy with cum and your cock leaks pre-cum.â You teased him and slapped his nice peach ass and fucking him harder before stopping abruptly inside him.
âYes, please, I need it. My cock is aching to fuck you. Please!â He begged as you massaged his balls and continued your ministrations on his prostate, giving him pleasure there.
After more lingering moments of fucking his ass, you stopped again and pulled out. Changing positions with Eddie on the bed you reached for your favorite glass dildo with a pink heart on the end of it handing it to him.
âMm, I canât wait to use that on you. Can I eat your ass out too, sweetheart?â
âSur,e Eddie. Iâd love to have you do that to me.â
He spread your legs wide, mouth watering as he spread your puckered hole and inserted his tongue. Kneeling on the floor he licked your hole soon going deep and good inside your puckered entrance. It felt incredible and the sensations were some of the best you had ever felt. Tugging his air as he feasted upon your ass you let out the prettiest sounds of pleasure.
âOh yes, Eddie fuck! Use my toy please!â
Eddie licked your hole for a few long lingering moments, then wiped his mouth and replaced his tongue with the glass dildo.
âYou taste amazing. This ass is incredible, princess.â
He gave your ass a good smack as he moved the toy in and out of your tight hole, your ass clenching it like your life depended on it as Eddie watched with rapt fascination. Knowing he was making you feel good brought him so much joy.
âOh fuck yea! Fuck that ass with the toy! Do it just like that!â You squealed as his rapid thrusts with the toy became faster.
Reaching for some unscented lube, you handed it to Eddie and a bottle of oil.
âThis tight hole is so amazing, baby girl. I want to fuck it so bad.â
Stroking himself as he pushed the toy a few more times into your asshole, he took it out and soon oiled up your ass and added some lube to his fingers, inserting them and moved them inside you at a rapid pace.
âOh, fuck!â
âYeah, you like that, you dirty girl?!â He chided you before spanking your ass hard.
His cock was rock hard and he was desperate to fuck your tight entrance, not being able to contain himself much longer.
âYes, I want your cock though. Fuck my little ass!â
âFuck yes!â
Eddie unwrapped a nearby ribbed for her pleasure condom wrapper taking it out and putting it onto his cock. He teased your entrance tapping his cock against it. Positioning yourself so that you were on all fours now and face down, ass up, Eddie grabbed your hips and positioned himself at your entrance.
âReady for me, sweetheart?â
âYes, Eddie. Fuck me!â
âWith pleasure.â
Eddie filled you up slowly inch by agonizing inch. He let you get adjusted to his cock and your tight hole clamped down hard around it wanting to take every inch of his beautiful, big cock.
âOh fuck! Such a dirty girl for me.â
âFuck me already!â
He smacked your ass and fucked into you slowly, making sure you could get adjusted to it and wanted you to enjoy this experience. Making it memorable and giving you pleasure was his main goal. As he rammed into your ass you fingered your clit, moaning and riding him hard as he picked up his pace a little.
âOh shit, this ass is too fucking good!â He boasted, slapping your ass and fucking you even harder.
âYes, fuck me! Fuck me!â
Your sounds of pleasure grew louder as he pounded your ass, his balls slapping against it. His smacks on your ass stung a little and the feeling of his cock inside your ass took some adjusting to, but even with this intense pressure, it was enjoyable still. Fingering your clit felt even better heightening the sensations combined with the feeling of your ass being full.
âSo fucking tight, love your ass, my dirty slut. Fuck yes! Clenches around my cock perfectly. It's the best!â He boasted groaning as he pistoned his hips, fucking you hard.
As his balls slapped against your ass and he pounded away, he left marks on your hips as he held tightly onto them almost hard enough to leave a mark. His cock was addicting and you could barely contain yourself as you moaned louder than you ever have in your life from the intense thrusts and the way he fucked your ass senseless.
âYeah, Iâm your little fucking slut! Fuck yes!â You cried out beautifully for him as you brought yourself to the edge with your fingers.
âOh fuck, Iâm gonna cum my slutty princess. Where do you want it?â Eddie moaned rutting into you with reckless abandon his balls heavy with cum.
âOn my ass.â
Eddieâs thrusts slowed as his cock twitched and he pulled out of your puckered hole, admiring how pink and pretty your ass truly was. Removing the condom he threw it into the trash and edged himself, stroking his cock and cumming all over your ass, painting it white with his cum. Eddie collapsed next to you holding you close.
âYou feel alright, sweetheart?â
âIâm fine Eddie. I loved that. Let's get cleaned up soon. Do you want to stay the night?â
âOf course, beautiful.â
And stay the night he did. It was a nice bath together and you had the best time with him. He cuddled you to sleep being the big spoon. You hoped you could do it again soon.
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Katara tilted her head, watching the way Zukoâs fingers loosened around the handle of the wok, knuckles still tense. She recognized that tension, that weight, she carried it too. The pressure of doing more, of making up for the past, of never feeling like enough, no matter how much you gave. And now, here he was, getting worked up over her skipping a meal. It was almost funny. âSooooâŚ. youâre taking personal responsibility for my well-being now?â Her voice came out teasing, light, but there was something else beneath itâsomething uncertain. She knows heâs right, that more than ever they need to be in fighting shape. Missing meals, sometimes multiple times a day probably wasnât going to help her. The last thing she wanted to be was a burden. Zuko continues, his tone firm. Her nails dig a little rougher into her palms. Despite everything, despite their history, despite the part of her that still doesnât fully trust him, he did notice. And it mattered to him. That was⌠unexpected. Maybe even dangerous that it mattered to her.
âIf weâre really doing thisâtaking care of each other or whateverâthen it goes both ways.â Her eyes flickered over him, as if already imagining the fresh bruises and burns heâd no doubt collect from training with Aang. âSo if you come back from training looking like you got run over by a sky bison, you come to me. No more acting like you can just walk it off.â She raised a brow, daring him to argue. âDeal?â Katara wasnât sure what was stranger, that she was making a deal like this at all, or that she was making it with Zuko. Of all people. She had spent so long viewing him as the enemy, the villain in their story, the one she had to keep her guard up against. But now, he was the one worrying if she was eating. He was the one offering to look out for her. And sheâwell, she was doing the same for him. She should have felt ridiculous, uncomfortable even, but instead, there was something almost... steady about it. Something she didnât quite have the words for yet. Maybe they were still learning how to trust each other, maybe there was still a hesitance thereâbut if he could stand in the kitchen, cooking for the group like it was second nature, then maybe this, this, wasnât so strange after all. Did it lessen the ache in her heart when she thought of the Fire Nation? No. Not one bit. It didnât quell the anger in her, the knife that twisted in her stomach. The only thing it did help wasâŚseparate Zuko from them. That it was possible, he could want all the things heâs saying to her now.
She let out a slow breath, gripping the edge of the counter as she considered him. The way her name slipped off his lips, drawing a quick zap down her spine. âI know,â she said softly. âAnd we will.â There was no hesitation in her voice, no doubt. There isn't another choice. If they don't stop his father... Zuko wasnât the same person who had hunted them across the world. He wasnât that angry, lost boy anymore. He was someone who fought beside them now. Someone who cared. Someone who, despite everything, might tip the scales in this war. Katara hesitated for only a moment, slipping from the counter as she took the spot next to him again, adding, âBut you donât have to do it aloneâ She shifted slightly, glancing away as she spoke. She was distracting herself, toying with the bowl in her hands. âYou donât have to fix everything by yourself. Thatâs why weâre together-â It wasnât just about Zuko, she realized. It was about her, too. About the way she shouldered burdens without thinking, the way she pushed forward as if the world rested on her alone. She flipped the bowl over again, giving him a slight nudge as she scooped the food into her dish. Katara briefly brushed her fingertips over his knuckles, a quick tap, as she muttered "Thanks, Zuko" Turning again back to the other counter.
Katara kept her back to him, pretending to focus on her food even as an odd weight settled in her chest. It was confusingâmore than she wanted to admit, that she could stand here, side by side with him, talking about burdens and responsibility as if they were the same. As if she hadnât spent so long believing he was just another one of those burdens. But now, here they were, making quiet deals about taking care of each other, slipping into something that felt dangerously close to trust. She curled her fingers tighter around her bowl, grounding herself in the warmth of the food, the simplicity of the moment. It shouldnât feel this complicated. It shouldnât leave her feeling so unsteady. âAang is probably waiting for you,â she tossed over her shoulder, hoping her voice didnât betray the unease curling at the edges of her thoughts. She didnât wait for his response, just focused on her food, as if that might be enough to keep the rest of her emotions in check.
her response leaves him flustering, the reminder somewhat dulling the frustration building in him to a calm ... with a tinge of embarrassment. his hand slows, dampening his sharp movements into something less tense. she'd been right, of course, it's not completely unreasonable for Katara not to think to rely on him in that way. why would she? he'd betrayed her and he is still groveling to earn back her trust. but still ... would it have been so hard for her to say something? wasn't she hungry? wasn't this what she always did -- telling people what they needed to do? why was it so different when it comes to herself? the questions comes rushing in his mind in waves, one after another without pause he feels his head is about to explode.
he debates what to say, not wanting to say the wrong thing as his heart twists when she blames herself for not eating. he supposes she is right, in a way ... you are most responsible for yourself. however, that thought is not enough to ease the ache in his chest -- in a group like this, where no one should be left behind ... it shouldn't fall entirely on her to make sure she gets a meal.
and why does it bother him so much that she doesn't even expect someone, anyone to think of her in return?
"I guess I can take on the job of making sure everyone, including you -- gets enough food for training." he tries to keep his tone as casual as he can, like its just another responsibility ... another practical task divided among the group. he continues to busy himself with the food, letting his words settle before he adds, "to master bending, you need to take care of yourself. that means eating enough, resting enough ... this applies for everyone, no exceptions." he explains, pride blooming in his chest. for once he feels like a true fire bending master offering wisdom, the way Uncle Iroh once did for him.
đđŽđ¤đ¨Â let out a deep exhale, turning off the stove once the food's done. he hears Katara's question, loud and clear ... but he doesn't answer right away staring at the pan as if the sizzle of the dying heat might give him clarity. because honestly? he doesn't know how to answer without sounding foolish, typical ... expected. he wants to help Aang restore balance to the world -- he's sure of that. but beyond that, what does he really want? he wants to make things right, he wants to be better. he wants to be the kind of person his Uncle once believes he could be. his fingers tighten around the handle of the wok before he finally speaks, "I want to help Aang restore balance to the world. I want to make up for what I've done. I want to right all my wrongs." but in his head, the words continue ... remaining unspoken: I want Uncle Iroh back. he swallows hard, forcing down the ache in his throat before adding, "you know what I want, Katara. I want to stop my father."
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