#i still have that noise btw it just feels so wrong

[imflyingfish]

The sound of doves cooing always made me really upset and fearful as a kid so i rationelled it with "if the birds are making that noise that means that we're at war and that bombs are going to fall so you have to get inside" which surprisingly didnt help my fear and hatred of that noise.

[tender-rosiey]

lock jaw — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: when I said silence, I meant it literally btw <3

it starts the way it always does��with him talking.

satoru loves to talk. he thrives on it, really.

his voice fills every space he enters, a mix of cocky and teasing remarks, words tumbling out of him like they were just waiting for an audience.

he has no problem being that audience himself, either, monologuing even when no one’s listening.

and right now? right now, he’s very much talking at you.

“—so obviously, I had to step in, because nanamin was totally going about it the wrong way, y’know? I mean, the guy’s got skill, sure, but zero flare. no pizzazz. no—hey, are you even listening?”

you are. technically. but you don’t give him the satisfaction of confirming it.

instead, you tilt your head up at him, one brow raised in that way that always makes his grin twitch wider.

satoru doesn’t like being ignored. that’s why you do it.

and, sure enough, he scoffs. “oh, I see how it is. you think you’re cute, huh?”

you hum, noncommittal.

his fingers drum against the table, restless energy leaking into movement. “it’s a good thing you’re married to me, ‘cause—”

you lift a hand.

it’s not much. just a simple flick of your wrist.

the moment your fingers move, his words catch, cut off like someone pressed pause on a song mid-verse. his mouth is still open, brows furrowed like he can’t quite believe it.

oh, but he believes it.

your technique has always been a thorn in his side. you don’t know what makes it work, just that it does.

no one else can silence him like this—literally silence him, rendering every word, every noise, completely null the second you decide you’ve had enough.

it drives him insane.

you let a few beats of silence pass before you drop your hand. his voice snaps back into existence, mid-word.

“—ain’t no way you just did that again,” he grumbles, like this is somehow the first time.

his mouth pulls into a pout, the corners twitching with the threat of a smirk. “y’know, most wives enjoy hearing their husband talk.”

“I do,” you say, because it’s true.

satoru leans in, one hand propped beneath his chin. “so? why do you keep shutting me up, then?”

you lift your fingers again, just slightly, and watch the way his whole body stiffens in response. he goes silent before you even activate it, eyes narrowing.

“I swear—”

your fingers twitch.

nothing.

his mouth slams shut anyway, like muscle memory has kicked in. his whole face scrunches up, torn between irritation and reluctant amusement.

it takes him a second to realize you never actually used your technique, and when he does, his eye twitches.

“oh, you suck.”

you smile. “I know.”

satoru groans, dragging a hand down his face. “how’d I get stuck with you?”

you just hum, pretending to think. “bad luck?”

he snorts.

and just like that, whatever annoyance he was pretending to have dissolves into something else—something warmer. his head tilts, his voice dropping into that low, teasing hum. “or maybe good luck.”

you don’t let yourself react, but a wave of warmth rushes through you anyway. his eyes gleam behind his glasses, sharp and knowing. he feels it, too.

it’s always been like this with satoru—this push and pull, this game of who can get under whose skin first. he hates being shut up. but he loves being shut up by you.

that’s probably why he keeps trying.

the next time he catches you alone, it’s in the kitchen.

you’re getting water, half-distracted, when arms loop around your waist from behind, a chin dropping onto your shoulder.

“whatcha doin’?”

“getting water,” you deadpan.

“oooh. riveting.” his arms tighten just slightly, like he’s trying to keep you there. “y’know, I was thinking.”

“that’s new.”

satoru gasps, scandalized. “rude!”

he nuzzles closer, all dramatic offense and fake hurt. “as I was saying—I was thinking about how unfair it is that you get to shut me up whenever you want, but I can’t do the same to you.”

you sip your water, unimpressed. “sounds like a you problem.”

“exactly! and since we’re married, your problems are my problems—so really, we should fix this together.”

you know where this is going. you don’t like where it’s going.

“…no.”

“but I didn’t even—”

“no.”

his arms squeeze tighter, his voice dropping into that saccharine lilt. “c’mooon. just one little pact—no more silencing me, and in return…”

“in return what?” you ask, humoring him.

“in return, I’ll—uh—” he pauses. “I’ll try not to annoy you as much?”

you turn your head just enough to squint at him. “you could just not annoy me in the first place.”

“pfft. impossible.”

you roll your eyes, setting your glass down. “then no deal.”

satoru pouts. “you’re no fun.”

“I’m plenty fun.”

“not to me.”

you lift a hand.

his mouth clamps shut instantly.

“…I hate you.”

you drop your hand. “no, you don’t.”

his pout deepens. “no, I don’t.”

and because he’s satoru—because he’s infuriating—he suddenly dips forward and presses a kiss to your cheek.

it’s quick, but deliberate, with his lips lingering just enough to tease you. by the time you turn to scold him, he’s already slipping away, whistling like nothing happened.

the sneaking doesn’t stop.

if anything, it gets worse.

he tests you in public now, dropping snarky comments just to see if you’ll silence him mid-sentence.

he tries to get the upper hand, too—kissing you without warning, murmuring things low enough that only you can hear, things designed to throw you off balance.

and it works. sometimes.

but the thing about satoru? he talks a lot.

he always has.

and that’s exactly why you win.

it happens in front of his students.

which, really, is something he should’ve seen coming.

you’re standing off to the side, arms crossed, watching as megumi practices his stance. nobara is stretching. yuji is bouncing on his feet like he’s ready to fight someone on the spot.

it’s peaceful. quiet.

and, naturally, satoru can’t have that.

he claps his hands together. “alright, kiddos! who’s ready for an essential, life-changing lesson?”

yuji perks up immediately. “ooh, what kinda lesson?”

“the most important kind,” satoru declares, straightening his posture like he’s about to reveal the secrets of the universe. “a lesson in style.”

megumi exhales sharply. nobara groans. you don’t even have to look to know they’re both already tuning him out.

but he’s not done.

“you may think you know fashion, but you don’t. not like me. there are levels to this—depths of drip, if you will—like an expertly curated wardrobe of absolute perfection.”

he gestures grandly to himself. “and lucky for you, I am both your teacher and your fashion icon.”

nobara shoots you a look. “this is every day for you, isn’t it?”

“unfortunately.”

satoru hears it. of course, he hears it.

he places a hand over his chest like you’ve wounded him. “unfortunately?” he echoes, all faux devastation. “sweetheart, you wound me.”

yuji chokes on a laugh. “wow, sensei. that was fast.”

“you don’t get it, yuji.” satoru points at you, sunglasses slipping down his nose.

“this woman right here? my beloved, my precious, my better half? she is cruel.” he sighs, tilting his head dramatically.

“every day, she shuts me up without a second thought. do you know how unfair that is? the strongest sorcerer in the world, silenced—just like that.”

megumi, who has absolutely witnessed this before, doesn’t even look up. “sounds like you deserve it.”

satoru gasps. “et tu, megumi?”

“yeah,” megumi deadpans. “et me.”

satoru clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “see? this is what I deal with. betrayal. disrespect. my own wife using her technique against me at every turn.”

yuji raises a hand. “wait, wait—so she actually can shut you up?”

“oh, she can,” satoru grumbles. “and she does.”

nobara perks up, eyes gleaming. “no way. prove it.”

satoru freezes.

you see the exact moment realization dawns on him—what he’s just done, the challenge he’s issued on your behalf.

you see it in the way his jaw shifts, the way his weight shifts ever so slightly on his heels.

you raise a brow. “you want me to prove it?”

satoru narrows his eyes. “don’t you dare.”

you lift your hand.

“don’t you—”

silence.

satoru’s mouth is still open, but no sound comes out. nothing. not even the beginnings of a protest. his lips move, forming words you can’t hear, before he snaps his mouth shut entirely.

the silence stretches.

then—

“oh my god,” nobara breathes.

yuji loses his mind.

megumi simply nods. “good.”

satoru’s eye twitches. he points at you, accusing, but there’s nothing he can do. you smile sweetly.

after a long beat, you drop your hand.

“—believe you just did that in front of my students,” he huffs, voice returning in the middle of a sentence.

his sunglasses slide down his nose, revealing wide, scandalized eyes. “my own wife, betraying me in front of my kids.”

“they asked me to.”

“yeah,” nobara pipes up. “that was amazing. do it again.”

satoru splutters. “hey! whose side are you on?”

yuji is grinning. “I mean, sensei, that was kinda cool.”

“it was humiliating!”

“you deserved it.”

“I did not!”

you hum, faux thoughtful. “you kinda did.”

satoru stares at you, horrified. “et tu, my love?”

“yeah.” you smirk. “et me.”

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[cybrasigilism]

Could I request a nsfw fic of soft dom thanos x reader reassuring them because they feel shy during intimacy? (I’m such a sucker for soft doms☹️) btw I love love your work ur one of my favorite writers :3

aww i’m so honoured! thank you so much for the love 😘

Judge Judy (Thanos/Player 230 X Reader)

warning: smut (omg someone sound the alarm bells) | not proofread | lowercase intended | ooc thanos? (writing him a lot softer than i think he would be) | protection not specified (don’t rely on the pullout method pulease) | praise | soft dom!thanos | reader has female genitalia | PiV

character: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)

A/N: it lowkey felt strange to write thanos super soft n’ sweet? i can get behind a gentler version of him, don’t get me wrong! and thank you so much again for your kind words :) hoping i did your request justice! (+ the title of the fic is taken from a Tyler, the Creator song title, please check it out Judge Judy is really good)

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

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you were beyond ashamed of yourself.

here was your boyfriend, putting down his all for you, and you still couldn’t escape your mousey state, still hiding away as much as possible in that shell of yours. even as he had his hand between your thighs, working absolute magic, you couldn’t muster up a moan. you were absolutely horrified of making any noise. sure there was the occasional gasp for air and slight moan but you held back as much as possible; gripping the sheets, biting your lip, anything to stop that voice of yours coming out. you almost slipped up when he started kissing your neck, leaving hickeys anywhere he spent a particularly long time on.

it got to a point where enough was enough for thanos.

he was desperate to hear you, he wanted so badly to draw moans and whines from your lips, but you were positively petrified. before he moved forward to the actual sex part of the ordeal, he pulled away, now looming over you as you laid there, wide eyed and just so quiet.

“what’s the matter, baby?” he asked, looking you up and down. you exhaled sharply, looking away in shame. “i’m sorry, i’m just..nervous, that’s all.” he cocked his head to the side, eyebrows crinkling upwards in a look of concern. “nervous? for what? we’ve done this before..” he had every right to be confused, you knew that. if you could get naked in front of him, why was your voice where you drew the line? “was it something i did?” he wondered, and you felt your heart break into a million pieces.

“no! god no, i just..” you started, feeling your shoulders tense as you found yourself scavenging for words that should have come all too easily to you. “i don’t want to be obnoxious..?” the look of concern on thanos’s face slowly let a smile creep through and he chuckled a bit, you felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. “don’t laugh!” you cry out, covering your face. “i’m sorry! i’m sorry, i just wasn’t expecting that, that’s all.” he explained, calming down. he grabbed your hands, moving them down from your face, able to make eye contact once more.

“be obnoxious all you like,” he started, his gaze had become softer than you’d seen it before, “you don’t understand how badly i need to hear you.” you gulped, grasping his hands in return. “i don’t…i don’t think i know how…” you felt your eyes shift again, you didn’t know how? he took your chin to redirect your line of sight once again. “if that’s all it is, i can help you.” he assured, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease. “just follow my lead, okay sweetheart?” you nodded, leaning forward to initiate a kiss, to which thanos happily accepted.

this time, you weren’t gonna hold back. you were terrified, sure. but you were not gonna hold back.

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and hold back you did not. fuck, you didn’t even know you were capable of such sounds. from the moment he thrusted into you, you were more vocal than either of you knew possible. thanos was certainly not disappointed, he had gotten more vocal in response too. you know he had told you to follow his lead, but now it seemed you had taken the role of leader.

“there ya’ go, that’s my girl.” he praised as he bottomed out once again in your tight cunt, maintaining a steady pace as he pumped in and out of you. you couldn’t imagine forming words at this point, he consumed all your thoughts, ridding you of the ability to form intelligible dialogue. “god, you have such pretty moans, fuck.”

his relentless praise caused you to clench around his cock, which made him make sluttier sounds than you, which was currently saying a lot. with your newfound voice, an endless cycle of pure ecstasy laid ahead, and it was better than any drug in that cross that thanos wore.

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apologies that this one is shorter than the others, but i felt it was best short and sweet! thanks for reading and for the recommendation! as always, any advice/constructive criticism on how to improve my writing is appreciated and requested!

have a good rest of your day/night lovelies!💋

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[lavilavs]

୨୧ ── Now I know you want me

— Continuation of I wish I knew you wanted me

› Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

› Scenario: A blind date? He can't let that happen! After realizing his mistake of letting his chance go by, he challenges fate itself to have you in his arms.

› Notes: English is not my first language. Reblogs and likes are very appreciated! + I hope this lives up to the first part. This is mostly fluff and a happy ending. ^^ 4k words btw

Dick felt the whole world's weight from what he heard. Kory said what?

He's using his willpower to keep himself from dramatically falling on the floor. He knows he heard her correctly, he cleans his ears two times a week, for god's sake. Still, that crooked smile on his face didn't fade along with that twitch in his eyes.

Maybe Kory just used the word 'date' wrong. She might've mistaken it for 'date' as in the day of the month or year. He even googled the definition to show her. Denial makes you go to the limits of logic and into the spectrum of insanity, and right now, Dick Grayson can prove that.

He's thinking of every possible misunderstanding that they can make about the situation. Dick was a ticking time bomb of 'what ifs,' about to explode if not for his 5 stages of grief in front of an unimpressed Kory.

"Kory, should I kiss you again? Because you might be using some words wrong." There was sarcasm laced in his voice. His eyes were wide in disbelief.

He wanted to laugh in her face so badly. Tell her that he's willing to teach her to enhance her vocabulary, that maybe she's got some definitions mixed up.

"I told you, Dick. She said she has a blind date today." She repeats what she heard from you earlier that day. And the Tamaranean could swear she heard something shatter. Dick slumped on the floor with his hands covering his face. Regret bubbling in his chest.

He knows you were deeply affected by what transpired the other day. You weren't a workaholic like he was, so when he found out that you were barely inside the tower anymore due to your sudden eagerness to go on missions and stakeouts, he knew this was your way of releasing anger.

Who was he to stop you? After all, he was angry too. The chance slipped through his fingers. As a result, he barely saw you anymore. The tower felt emptier without you freeloading around when you didn't have anything to do.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but he appreciates the noise you bring to breakfast when you grumble about the food being distasteful when he cooks it when you're also the one hoarding it all. All those broken training dummies when he specifically told you not to overdo it, your witty and sarcastic remarks in team meetings, having you by his side during missions... Dick misses it all.

"And? What did you say to her?" He speaks through his hands, refusing to look at Kory. It was childish of him, but he can't help it, she should have tried to stop her from going out.

Dick can already picture Kory face palming at his behavior from the sound of her exasperated sigh alone. While she understands how Dick is feeling, he hasn't acted this irrational in a while. Kory knows him, she dated him. She knows how much this man can love. Dick can risk it all for it. The thought of him being such a man causes a mystery in her mind: if Dick Grayson is a risk taker, why didn't he take it with you?

Human feelings and the relationships here on earth were different from Tamaran, but Kory isn't oblivious or ignorant to their differences. Still, it wasn't her place to speak on it. Even if she knew you still had a place in his heart, Kory never showed resentment. She was only curious about how two people who are clearly in love with each other can't be together. What fear was holding you both back?

"I told her to enjoy her date," she states the obvious. "I wouldn't stop her from finding happiness. If you're against it, you should've taken the opportunity to confess the other day."

"It isn't as easy as you think it is." His tone turned lower with each word, knowing it was a weak reason.

"Maybe I don't, but look at you now—where exactly do you stand in her life to complain about her trying to love, Dick?"

Kory's right. He was basically nobody but a leader and a close friend to you, they had no right to intervene in your love life. That doesn't make it any better.

Dick's audacity knows no bounds if he thinks that you shouldn't just agree to dates, much less a blind one! He felt uneasy that you're going to meet someone you don't know and possibly... You'll find them much more appealing than him—your closest friend of 15 years.

He should take a breather first and then think about ways to sabotage her date—no, stop that, Dick! Don't even think about it.

His conscience tries to reason with him, but his love outweighs morality. By the time Kory realized that look on his face, Dick was already bolting out of the tower in his motorcycle. She yells after him, hoping that he'd stop and rethink the devious plans he concocted inside his brilliant mind. It was futile. A man in love knows no bounds.

This was wrong, and he knows it. The revs of his motorcycle drown out every message his conscience sends him. He only went faster with desperation as his fuel. Dick's grip on the handle tightens when he thinks that he's too late, perhaps you're already enjoying the presence of that person.

He prays desperately under his breath. Just this time, this one time—let Fate be his friend. He'll do everything to be heard this one time.

Dick swears that if fate can hear him right now, he'll stand by his words, and this will be his last opportunity to have you in his arms at the end of the day.

Only now that you're completely about to slip away from him is when he decides to move. He lives up to his name, he is a dick for doing so.

The words, "Why now?" are on the table, but he bargains that it was better than an "I loved you." at your wedding in the future with this blind date of yours. And he can't have that.

He was beginning to think that fate was only his enemy when he suddenly got a whiff of your perfume in the air. Dick maneuvered his bike to the side, his head whipping from side to side to catch a glimpse of your figure.

It was a distinct smell that sets you apart from the citizens here in this forsaken city. He knows since that scent was from him. You loved his gift so much that it became your signature scent. You were certain that the brand could name it after you as well, as if it was solely for you.

You emerged from that shop you once said was not to your taste with a big smile on your face as you talked with your date.

Dick remembers laughing at your face when you tried not to show your displeasure at the drink you just shoved down your throat. You were trying hard to show a smile instead because of the staff happily asking for a picture to promote their shop.

When they asked you to come again when you stood by their doors, he almost cracked again at your small forced smile—looking like a life sentence had befallen you.

Did they bring you here? Why didn't you say you didn't like it here? Did they even ask you? He was beginning to get agitated again just thinking about it. If they wanted to take you out on a date, they had to take you to the most extravagant places here. It didn't matter if they had only met you today, you deserved the best.

As you walked through the streets of Blüdhaven, Dick couldn't help but feel you were everything and your date was just there. Like a fully rendered drawing next to a sketch of some sort. It was obvious you were out of their league. Emphasis on 'their' since he, himself, is also included.

As said before, Dick put you on a pedestal that nobody could reach. Not even himself. It doesn't mean that he's in love with the idea he created of you—god, no. He's in love with everything about you, good and bad.

So, seeing you with someone who hasn't properly learned how to love you? It gives Dick an unpleasant feeling. They don't seem to be that bad, but for you to be with them? You're too special for that.

The audacity to even bring you on a date in his turf is just beyond him. Everyone knows Nightwing is the protector of Blüdhaven, and they still brought you here. There were other places—better ones that he'd think of to take you. Anywhere else but here.

Throughout the time he's spent with you, Dick knows you like the back of his hand. He's got you memorized down to the way you'd cover your mouth while you laugh if you found it boring like you're doing now. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, thinking that you've never faked your laugh with him before, so why bother staying with this annoying, boring piece of sh—okay, Dick, calm down.

You joke around with your date until you both enter a restaurant. Dick stands outside of the chosen restaurant this time after a few minutes had passed. Dick can't even mask the displeasure on his face. Is this another one of Fate's jokes, because why this one? This blind date of yours must be truly blind for picking the worst places to take you in.

You hated this one as well. You didn't like the customer service and the way they made your pasta soggy. Dick was practically pulling on his face from the irritation your date's decisions bring. He was more irritated that you didn't seem to mind. How can you sit there, across from your date, looking so pretty and happy as if you didn't tell Dick that you never wanted to go back here?

He interrupts the incoming waiter, "Table for one. I prefer that spot behind those two lovely couples over there." Dick didn't wait for them to respond. There was nobody using that table, and he has the liberty to choose where he sits. The server didn't even interfere with his demands—Dick's face was unpaintable with his overwhelming rage bubbling inside of him.

Dick uses the menu to hide his face, purposely sitting behind you to perfectly conceal himself. His ears perked up with every fake laugh you gave your acquaintance—he decided just now that they weren't even worthy to be called your date at this point. He dislikes how cheesy their jokes are. Those jokes are second-rate when it comes to his puns that you genuinely laugh at. He can't even count how many times he has rolled his eyes today.

The servers interrupted their fake stand-up comedy, coming in just in time to save Dick and you from hearing any more jokes. Dick's server had also arrived at his table at the same time. He stole a glance at where you pointed, realizing it's the same one you ordered last time you were here with him.

"I'll have this, thank you." He hands his menu over. Before they could leave his table, Dick stopped them. "Can you make them chewy but not soggy? That's what sh—I like." Smoothly covering his words up.

The waiter left just in time for Dick to listen in again. You guys weren't laughing anymore, you just intently listened to them. His face sours again. When you're with him, you're talkative. Contrary to the cold and mature vibe you show off on TV, you were completely different around him. How he loved hearing you talk and talk about things he doesn't know about. Dick always made sure to research it after.

"Have you dated before?" Their question takes you both aback. A nostalgic feeling from days ago is brought up again. Another simple yet difficult question was thrown your way.

Even if you had your back turned on Dick, he had a feeling you had the same look as you did back then. Lost and unsure, but you already have an answer inside. Just too scared to say it without sugarcoating it.

"No, I haven't." Dick hears a smile from your voice, doing its best to sound soft and unhurt. His heart twitching at your words. He feels sorry, but he can't place why.

"I'm surprised a woman like you hasn't dated before. Are the people around you blind or just outright cowards?" Dick mustered up a nasty side-eye to give your acquaintance. He was mad because he got hit by an imaginary arrow.

"I suppose it's both?" You laugh awkwardly. An image of Dick pops up in your mind again. He's been showing up in your thoughts nonstop ever since you went out on this blind date.

Meanwhile, the guy in question can't help but feel bad about himself for making you feel like you're unwanted. It wasn't that people were blind enough to not appreciate you but rather the latter. There was this air around you that made people assume that you were already promised to someone. He even argued with Wally once or several times because the poor boy also liked you.

"Well... have you ever loved anyone?" Now this was a question Dick was also curious about.

He stayed tense in his seat, anxiously waiting for your answer.

"I have, of course. But I'm just not the girl of his dreams." You spare another laugh, a sad-sounding one that the two people fawning over you in this room felt bad for hearing your answer.

"How so? Have you ever tried telling him your feelings?"

"I have. But before I got to, he—"

The server interrupts another crucial time that Dick can't stop a groan from escaping his lips. It naturally garnered attention, he hid himself by pretending to pick something up before you could even see him.

Am I going crazy, or did I just hear Dick? You shrug it off, no way he's here.

Dick returned to his seat when you looked away, his order already waiting on his table. The dry chuckle you let out caught his attention, then it went to the dish in front of you. It looked like the same soggy noodles they served last time.

He quickly raised his hand for assistance.

"I'm sorry, you must've switched my plates with that dear lady over there."

"Pardon? But this is—"

"Trust me on this one." Dick had no room for arguments, he carefully picked his plate up and handed it over to the server. He watched as he explained the switcheroo.

You look at the server in confusion. How could the plates be switched when it's the same dish? The server whispers at you to look at the man behind you. You were expecting a fifty-year-old man who had a thing for soggy pasta.

Long story short, it wasn't. You locked gazes with Dick Fucking Grayson. How long had he been here?

Dick curses under his breath. He did not see that coming. That server is such a snitch. For doing his job and looking after the safety of their customers. You were right, customer service does suck here.

Perhaps he was grateful for your personality that disliked scenes in public. Because deep down, he was scared shitless at what you would do if you weren't that kind of person. You knew better than to confront him now, as there was always a later.

"It's okay, I'll take this. Thank you." Having known who it is, it makes you less worried about being poisoned. You were about to dig in when you noticed the consistency of the noodles. From sight alone, you knew that it was cooked the way you liked it. When you compare it to the old dish, this was definitely better.

"Are you okay? Here, have some tissues." Your date hands over some tissues, worry laced in their face. Huh, you were crying without knowing it. And it's because of the same person again. This asshole just knows you to the bone. He understands and respects every part of you in his mind.

Why is Dick acting like this when you decide to go on a date to forget him? To remind yourself that there were more people out there. The only thing you've realized is that there are more people out there, but none of them will ever be him.

Your heart still wants Dick Grayson.

"I'm sorry. You're a great person, really. I can't do this to you when I love someone else." You try to sound fine. Although it was already too late, with the tears making you choke on your sobs. They let you go, understanding how you felt. With a smile from them, you gave them your gratitude.

"Here's my half. Thank you for taking me out today." And with that, you hurriedly exit out of the restaurant.

Dick saw you leave without looking back. This is it, you're running away again. He also put his payment on his own table and was about to exit the vicinity when he took the money you left on your own table with him.

"Don't let her pay. You troubled her enough." He rolls his eyes at your acquaintance before leaving entirely.

Dick calls out your name as soon as he is out of the restaurant. It gathered attention from passersby, but he couldn't care less.

He made a promise to the wind, to the sky, to the gods, to fate, that this will be his last chance to have you. If he lets you go now, he'll regret it forever. He also wants to know what you were about to say earlier. Agh—he has a lot of questions.

He gets on his motorcycle, driving as fast as he can to each block you may have gone to. Fuck—just where were you? Dick composes himself and looks at the radar on his bike. What nearby places could you have run off t—The pier! Yes! If you wanted to clear your head, the pier was one of the places you'd go to.

Thank God he had a motorcycle with him, he could already see your figure slipping through those wooden stairs to reach the secret spot you shared with him. It makes everything easier. He carefully threaded through the hollow woods, surprisingly still standing after all these years. It makes creaks, alerting you that he was here. Who else could know about this, anyways?

This spot had a clear view of the ocean and granted you both some solitude. It was the perfect place to talk.

"Why'd you leave your... date? They seemed lovely." You knew he was lying when he gritted his teeth to compliment them. Despite feeling down, you still had the energy to laugh and smile at Dick. Like you had a spare set of batteries made just for him.

"Some Dick was following me the whole time. That's why."

"You're lucky a Dick was following you, not a pussy like that date of yours." Dick cringed at his own joke, but the sound of your laughter eased him.

You both knew it wasn't the reason, though. That's why he's patiently waiting for you to speak again.

"I'm sure you heard it, Mr.Cleans-his-ear-a-lot. Don't ask me why." You roll your eyes at him, gaining a chuckle from him.

"Sooo... you love someone else. Great. Who are they?" He had no time to waste. Dick prepared himself for your answer. What he didn't expect was that your face turned even more displeased.

Dick really is a dick. He sounds like a friend. But it isn't what you want. With the way he worded it, he sounded unaffected that you love someone else that's not him. That realization hurts you all the more.

"How can you be this dense when you know me so well, Dick?" Your voice cracks as you question him, glaring at him through your tears. For once you don't make it look like you were this strong superhero that he can always rely on. You wanted him to look at you like a woman that cracks at love's painful conquests too.

"I even went on this stupid date just to move on"

"You did?" For me?

"I did." For you.

For once, Dick doesn't know what to answer you. He always had something reserved for you but not this time. He didn't anticipate this happening. It all dawns on him right at this moment.

"I tried telling you thirteen years ago but you left me alone with no answers. You just left me there—didn't even let me finish what I was saying. That time, I felt so unbearable that even you decided to leave when I told you I love you."

Dick feels his stomach churn in guilt. He had no idea. He was too scared to confront his own insecurities, so he ended up hurting you in the process. This whole time, for more than a decade, you could've been together if he just faced you like a man. But sadly, he was just a boy back then.

"I'm sorry—" Your name sounded like a plea for forgiveness. "I was too scared back then. I freaked out. The thought of you loving me back was nothing more than a dream for me back then." You felt his muscular body holding you close to him, so tight that you felt the thump of his heart in your ear.

"Even just seeing you near that idiot earlier made me frustrated at myself because why did I wait this long until someone had the chance to take you out on a date before me?" Your hair feels wet. 

"Just to think that someone you met today already did the things I've always wanted to do with you made me realize how much of a coward I still am when it comes to you." You look up at him. He is crying.

Your hands pull him down to your level, fingers working their way up to his face, cradling him like a precious jewel. His cheek felt hot against your palm despite the flowing tears dripping down from his eyes.

"I hated how they took you to those places you hate here in Blüdhaven. Did they even realize it? They didn't know you like I do, and yet... fuck. I'm so mad at myself." He snuggles up to your palm more, chasing the comfort it brings. "Tell me, do I deserve your love even when I'm like this?" A coward, insecure, and beyond fixation.

Dick looks into your glossy eyes. Its softness still remained after all that he said. You still looked at him the same, nothing has changed except that the warmth in your eyes was a flame that he could clearly see now. His insecurity has completely blinded him from seeing the good things.

You pull his head closer to plant a chaste kiss on his forehead. Your fingers thread his hair back, smiling down at him with tears streaming down your own face.

"You've always been deserving of it. How could you not?" You plant another kiss on the tip of his right eyebrow. "And they didn't pick it, I did." You laugh a little when you share the truth before pressing your lips on his other eyebrow.

"In the end, I still subconsciously picked you. I picked it because it reminded me of you, no matter how much I hate those fuck-ass 1-star businesses of theirs." More tears flow out of you as you kiss his nose.

"It didn't matter that the drinks tasted like shit or if the pasta was soggy. I still loved it because I was with you, Dick. You're capable of making me love things I thought I wouldn't." You kiss his tears away.

Memories flash on your mind as you speak—every single one had Dick in it.

"How can I not love you when you made me feel seen?"

You remember how he'd always include you in a conversation whenever he caught up with old friends in the street. Dick introduced you proudly to his friends.

He'd talk about how amazing you are instead of talking about how he's been. As much as you were flattered by it, you felt embarrassed that he shared about you more than his life.

"But you're a part of my life, aren't you?"

"How can I not love you when you've always heard me?"

The meeting was turning into a mess. It happened when you were just new to the team and Batman had already appointed you a big role in the next mission.

Seeing as you were new, it was difficult to communicate with the team, especially when it was such a crucial mission that made everyone clash with their beliefs.

But Dick was different, even when you weren't saying anything, he suddenly yelled.

"Wow! That's a great idea. What do you suppose on doing when—" And he just kept going and going until they all eventually listened to you.

"Think about everything, Dick. You make everything a reason for me to love you." The speechless look on his face had you leaning in, it felt right to.

"May I?" You ask for permission. It didn't take long for you to feel his lips against yours. Nothing in your life has felt right other than this.

You were both a tearful mess, but you couldn't care less. Fifteen years of waiting has come to this. It felt intense and gratifying to have you after years of yearning for one another. Dick kissed you passionately, stealing and giving air—back and forth.

He'll take whatever he had just for this kiss to be endless. A few minutes wouldn't be enough, this was basically half of his lifetime. Best believe that he's already thinking about spending the other half with you already.

Dick wouldn't have let go of you if he didn't feel your hands tapping his back. He broke the kiss with a pop, lips already swollen with the ferocity of your first kiss. You both desperately gasp for air, breathing heavily with love adorned in your eyes.

"Breathe enough?"

"Y—"

That one syllable was enough for him to smash his lips against yours again. Dick needed this—You needed this. He kissed you like he'll lose you again. He smiles when he feels you reciprocate the same energy back.

It was evident that this is what happens to two hopeless people when they realize it after fifteen long years, it burst like a dam, now they're drowning in each other. They'll even be thankful if they did.

Dick was thankful that fate didn't make a joke of them this time. Maybe it had enough of seeing both of you fighting hard against what was written in its notebook of destiny. He was content knowing you both broke free from his threads and had the liberty to write your own ending.

He's sitting here with you in his arms, just the two of you and the ocean. It's crazy to think that fifteen years ago, you both sat here making guesses about the future, goof around, eating the stolen food from the fridge. Those were all good times.

Talking until Bruce even sent out police forces to find the two of you. You didn't realize the moon had risen from its slumber because of how distracted you both were with each other. That's how enamored you've been, to the point where everything feels like a fantasy. It really was just you and him from the start.

Despite all of the misunderstandings and heartache, you're both finally here. A smile on each other's faces, sharing a look that you both shared the same thoughts.

I wish I knew you wanted me—sooner.

Extra scene!

You leave your secret place in the pier hand in hand. A big smile adorning your faces. Man, it felt good to have each other.

At the distance, Dick saw a familiar man. It was the server from that 1 star restaurant.

"Wassup, buddy. End of your shift already?"

"There he is, officer, it's this man right here."

Within a second, Dick was in handcuffs. You both stared at the waiter with wide eyes. You scramble around Dick and the officers escorting him. "What the hell? He didn't even do anything, let him go." You glared at the men in duty who flinched a little bit.

"Uhm, excuse me? He robbed you and you don't care?" The waiter sassily judges you. "He what?!" Your hands were immediately on his shoulders, shaking him to get more answers.

"He stole that money you left on the table and ran away." He looks at you deadpan.

"DICK, WHAT THE FUCK?"

"I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GO 50/50 WITH THAT LOSER."

[kaivenom]

I have a funny idea! One piece Dilfs with a reader with tinnitus! Like mine can be so bad I can’t hear much because the noise for like 10 minutes. But , the dilfs don’t know the reader has tinnitus so they just think the readers giving them the cold shoulder ignoring them and looking slightly pissed off

Btw if you didn’t know tinnitus is just where you get the ringing noise in your ear a lot basically

OP Dilfs with a reader who has tinnitus

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

Warnings: a little bit allusions of sex, but almost invisible.

A/N: this in fact, is a really curious request, i've never heard of this issue. Thanks for explain it to me, i really appreciate it. I hope you do good.

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

He decides to give you space, maybe a little too much space.

He doesn't know what he did to upset you but surely there was something.

He tried to get your attention a couple of times, but got no answer from your part so instead of making it worse, he decided to step aside.

He decided to not sleep on your shared room that night.

For your part, you were completely oblivious about his attempts of catching your attention, and then you didn't saw him in all afternoon.

Then, he didn't come to your bed at night, and you started to feel really sad.

First the tinnitus attack and now this, your day couldn't be worse.

You cried a little in bed, hoping that tomorrow was better.

THe next day, you found him, finally.

"Why didn't you come to bed yesterday?"

"Now you talk to me?"

"What i did wrong i..." and then you thought.

"You ignored me yesterday whne i talked to you, i believed that you were angry so i stepped aside."

"I am sorry, i didn't planed on ignoring you... sometimes i just heard noise from nowhere, i supose you talked me thru that."

"That's why you also had that angry face?"

"Yes..." you looked defeated.

Mihawk went to your side and hugged you, promising on reading the signs better next time.

Donquixote Doflamingo

He takes it as a personal offense.

Expect him to start doing macabre plans just to do your attention.

Yell, be cruel, call you names, follow you... even torture someone in front of you, every thing he could think that would make you so much that you pay attention to him.

And still, you don't look at him and go on your day like he isn't there.

Then he got to his limit and decided to cross the line he swore he wouldn't do, he pushed you onto the corridor.

"What the .... why did you do that?" you felt betrayed.

"What is wrong with YOU, you hadn't paid attention to me on a fucking hour."

"You talked to me?"

"Of course i..."

And then the ring increased so much for a moment that you had to cover your ears, then it stoped.

"What..."

"Sometimes my ears go crazy and i only hear noise."

"Good point, the next time i will just touch your shoulder."

"Doffy, what have you done..." he smiled and you feared the worse.

Sr. Crocodile

He is always a very cautious, calm and presentable man, but...

When he has been calling you for half an hour and you don't answer the den den mushi he starts to be suspicious.

He calls your again a couple of times and thinks: you said you were going to be at home all day cause you weren't feeling really good, and he didnt do anything wrong.

He gets home earlier, with many gifts to try and compensate any posible mistake.

When you didn't come to welcome him he stars to panic a little more.

Calls your name thru the house and nothing.

Then, he finally found you, laying the couch and reading.

"Oi, why don't you answer the calls." you dont look at him.

The previous worry starts to become angryness, how can you be so calm when he was having a heart attack all day?

He grabs the collar of your shirt and you finally aknowledge his presence.

He pulls you pu, much to your surprise, and kisses you angrily.

Not that you are going to complain but was for free.

"Don't you ever ignore me again, or i am going to punish you."

"I can't hear you, my hears are beeping"

And you had to explain him, while he was with the most amazed look ever.

Smoker

He always found weird that with your training and skills, you work on files.

There has been a couple of times when he comes to your desk to ask you for information and also talk to you, sometimes you have an episode, but short.

So he doesn't know.

Then, one day you are reorganizing some of the files on the archive, in a different section, one that has a grid.

So he tries to get your attention, but nothing, he asks, he raises his voice, he dings the doorbell and nothing.

You appear on his eye sight but still dont turn around to him.

He even thinks about going to get your superior to open the grid for him so he can go inside and aproach you.

He starts to get anxious and really nervous, until you finally go to the counter.

"Oh, hey, handsome..." your mood raises cause the noise finally stopped and he was there, the best combo.

"Don't tell me handsome, i've been calling you for five minutes, i saw you right in front of me... if you are mad for something then tell me. I won't tolerate that our mods get in our works."

You suddently felt really bad and explained to him all the thing. His expresion finally started to soften.

"So that's why you don't go into missions."

"Yeah," you hand him the files.

"Sorry, i will be more patient." he kisses you thru the counter.

Akagami Shanks

Another noisy one.

He thinks you are doing some kind of payback for a previous joke.

He starts doing an agressive-defensive kind of behaviour.

He ignores you and then he yells at you for your attention, he starts tossing you.

"What are you doing?"

"I am trying to get your attention cruel one, why aren't you paying attention to me?"

"What?" the beep on your ear gets worse, "I can't hear you, my ears are doing noises."

"Really?"

"What?"

Then he gets a paper sheet and starts writing. After explaining to him, he finally understood.

From that time, he got a little more patient and carefull when you have these episodes.

Instead of tossing or yelling at you, he starts kissing and hugging you.

He even tells you to do an especial sign for him when you are on public

[pineconepie]

I DONT CARE WHAT YOUR CREATIVE BRAIN WHIPS JUST PLEASE GIVE ME A FEM YANNNN (love your work btw)

Hehe tysm!! I hope this is good!! <3 I made parental yandere ghost!!

TW: Kidnapping, parental yandere, infantilization

...

When you got a shady ad of a mansion for the same price of a tiny home, you figured it'd be covered with mold and falling apart. The ad didn't give much information, other than it had several acres, and three stories tall.

You wondered why someone would sell such a building for such a cheap price, but given your budget, might as well check it out.

And oh boy were you shocked at what you found.

A beautiful mansion, not a single sign of mold or decay in sight, other than a tiny bit of dust here and there. It's as if no one lived in it for quite some time, yet it was taken care of.

Three bedrooms, all fully furnished. Three bathrooms, also fully furnished. A kitchen that you couldn't even imagine in your wildest dreams. A living room. An attic, a basement, a garage. All of them with furniture inside. Several acres of land, as it had advertised.

"Is it to your liking?"

You whip around to see a woman with short black hair, brown eyes, wearing a dress shirt and tie with a long black skirt. She looks to be in her early to mid forties.

You're pretty sure she wasn't there before. Perhaps she came in silently and didn't mean to scare you like that.

"Yes. Yes! Of course! Is this seriously all for such a cheap price?" you ask, completely confused. Something isn't adding up here. There has to be some kind of catch, surely.

Her smile unnerves you just slightly, its a little too wide. She makes a cooing noise in the back of her throat, but snaps out of it quickly.

"The reason it's so cheap is because there's not that many people interested in living out here in the middle of nowhere. It's incredibly hard for us to get this off our hands."

You don't believe that's the only reason, but you decide not to question it. "And you're the realtor, right? Blair Watts?"

"That would be me!" she says cheerfully, although there's an edge to it that you can't place.

It doesn't matter anyway. This is the house for you. "So... where do I sign?"

Blair gestures to a paper and pen on the nearby table. You read over them.

Something about this house seems wrong. You should've listened to that feeling. But you sign the papers and hand them back to Blair, who takes it.

She smiles down at you, although her expression is a mix between condescension and what you think is relief.

"Welcome home," she croons. "If you need anything, feel free to contact me."

"Thank you!" you say, maybe a tad bit too quickly. But who cares! A mansion for such a cheap price! You're about to ask another question relating to the home, but in just one blink, she's gone. No trace she was ever there at all.

A chill goes down your spine. This woman is absolutely strange, although she didn't seem harmful in any way. Not in the physical sense, at least.

...

You move all your things with relative ease into your new home. It's not much to fill the space of a mansion, so you still have several empty rooms left. The furniture that's already there looks far too expensive and nice to get rid of or replace, so you decide to keep everything as is.

It could definitely use a makeover, if you have that kind of money anytime soon, but it isn't your top priority for now.

When you enter the room with your own things to decorate as your own bedroom, you notice it looks different than how you remember.

The walls are painted pastel, there's toys littering the floor, and even the bed has a cartoon-themed comforter spread over it. You glance behind you and see that nothing else looks out of place.

So weird. Maybe you just forgot which room you liked best, and didn't see this one earlier?

You back up, only to bump into someone. You drop all the boxes in your hands, and spin around with wide eyes. There stands Blair, a concerned smile on her face.

"Oh, what's wrong, honey?" Blair asks, her voice sounding like a parent trying to speak gently to their upset child.

Her arms wrap around your body. You freeze as she slowly rocks you both back and forth. Her touch feels cold yet not as solid as most normal touches are. As if it were... ghostly.

"Uh- yeah, I'm alright! Just... just lost my balance for a second there! But hey, when did you get here?" More importantly, why is she here?

She keeps rocking with you in her arms. "I never left." With a chuckle she finally lets you go. "That room is my favorite in the whole mansion. Isn't it lovely?"

You nod without thinking. You start gathering your dropped belongings as quickly as possible, and stand back up. When you look at Blair again, something really doesn't feel right. Her presence is uncanny, yet you can't really pinpoint why.

There's a slight haze that comes off her outline, almost like she's blurry around the edges. Like a bad photoshop edit on the image of reality.

"Yeah. Lovely," you mutter. "I swore it was different last time."

"Oh." Her smile softens. "I tried to decorate it to your personality."

"But it's not..." You shake your head. "Why? I don't understand what's going on..."

"My child deserves the best, after all." She makes that cooing noise again, which sends another chill down your spine. "How about we unpack?" You're in too much shock to argue when she kneels down to pull things out of your moving boxes.

"Hey, that's not--"

"Hush, dear. Mama needs a moment."

A long beat passes. "...What? Mama?"

Blair sets almost everything into a large pile--things like your electronics, books, paperwork, and other adult essentials. In fact, anything adult seems to have been set aside.

The only things left from the box is your stuffed animals and blankets.

Then she glances back up at you. "You can call me Mommy too, if you'd like. Anything but 'Mother'. Makes me feel old." Her voice gets distant. "I always wanted a little baby to raise as my own... that's why the price was so low! To encourage someone like you to buy this home. I could tell you would need me right away. I mean, look at you!" She gestures to your clothing and messy appearance.

You're too confused to even get offended. "Someone... like me? Aren't you the realtor? What's going on?"

She sighs. "No. Not technically. But this is all too complicated talk for you, silly. Grown-up talk will just overwhelm you."

"But..." You flinch when her smile fades just slightly. "Look... I don't know what's going on, but I think I wanna back out of this..."

"No. No, no, no. We can't do that."

"Well I just--"

"You just want attention," she scoffs. "Don't worry. You'll get plenty of it from Mama." She effortlessly picks you up, much to your shock. Is this a real person, or are you just losing it? "Now, how about some dinner, hm? I have many bottles and sippy cups already prepared for you, and more items for you on the way!" She peppers the side of your face in kisses.

They still feel cold, almost like ice. "Blair, please put me down! This has gone far enough!"

"If that's what you want..." She releases you, and you land with a hard thud onto the floor. You wince at the impact and lay there, taking a minute to process this interaction. She has the audacity to gasp in shock. "Oh goodness! Are you alright? Oh, my poor baby!"

You're too speechless to answer, and before you know it, she picks you up again. If you didn't know any better, you'd say this woman was legitimately worried over you.

For the rest of dinner, you tune out her words, in too much shock and confusion over your situation.

She gives you some sliced fruits and finger foods to eat, as well as a sippy cup filled with juice. You keep pushing the items away, but every time you do, she simply pushes them right back. Finally giving up, you eat, wondering when you can escape her and figure this place out yourself.

At the end of the meal, you push away the empty plates.

"Are you finished?" she asks in such a gentle tone, you nearly forget how scary she can be.

"Yes." Your voice sounds raspy and far-away. It makes sense, given what you've been through today.

"Very good!" she praises, pinching your cheeks as you sit frozen on the spot. She takes the dishes away and hums as she cleans up, her apron tied behind her back as she washes each plate by hand.

"...Blair."

"That's Mama," she corrects gently. "Try again. Here, I'll help you practice. Ma-ma. Can you say that?"

Your eye twitches. "Mama," you repeat emotionlessly. "I'm tired. Can I just go to bed?" Hopefully you can wake up from this nightmare.

"Yes, of course." She puts the wet dishes onto a drying rack to let them air dry. Her skirt swishes around her legs as she turns back to you. "Do you need my help changing into your jammies?"

"I'm not a child," you deadpan. "Let me just change clothes by myself and you go somewhere else. Anywhere else."

"How rude!" Blair says, putting her hands on her hips. "I try so hard for you, and then you disrespect me like this? You really do need discipline. Do you really think you can do whatever you want in this house?"

You go quiet.

She tuts. "You go get dressed into your jammies, and I'll come up in a few minutes to tuck you in. Got that?"

With that command, she nudges you towards the stairs.

You trudge up, each step taking much more energy than it normally should.

As soon as you step into your bedroom, you shut the door behind you. It's not like this door has a lock or anything, but at least she can't watch you while you get ready.

After you change into the childish pajamas she put out for you and climb into bed, you bury yourself under the covers and pray this all blows over by tomorrow.

She comes in, and you try your hardest not to glare at her. Blair sees that your eyes are open anyway and beams.

"There's my perfect angel~" Her cooing voice does nothing but terrify you now. You stay silent and try to ignore her gaze. "Now, would you like a bedtime story? Or perhaps a lullaby?" You feel her presence as she sits down next to your blanket-covered form.

"How about you tell me what you are? Why are you doing this?" You don't sound angry or even scared anymore. Just tired and done with everything that happened so far today.

You suppose there must be an explanation to this.

She takes a deep breath. "...I'm not... human. I used to be, but not anymore."

You blink. "Are you a vampire?"

Blair chuckles. "No, sweet pea." She hesitates a bit more. "I'm... I suppose what people would call a ghost." She speaks her last word so softly you nearly miss it.

"...A ghost?" You sit up. "You're lying! If you were a ghost, why can you touch me and other objects?"

She tilts her head. "Hm? Oh! That's because we're in my home. Where I died. As long as I'm here, I can be seen and touch anything like you can. I can leave, but I can't really do anything. That's why I made that fake listing. I'm lonely, and I've always wanted a baby of my own. But I died before I ever got to experience that."

"...A ghost..."

The pieces fall into place. Her blurry outline, her strange appearance, her odd behavior. It makes more sense than one would expect.

You can almost see pity in her brown eyes as she brushes a loose strand of hair from your face. "But now that you're here, I have my very own little baby to take care of!" Blair practically squeals in excitement. "My life--or rather afterlife--is complete now that I have you. And as long as you stay, I will always love and take care of you."

So if what she says is right, then if you escape, there's no possibility she could make you come back, or even be visible to you.

Blair frowns. "I know what you're thinking. But please reconsider! You're already settled in, and I want you to have everything you could ever need. This doesn't need to be negative."

You narrow your eyes. "...okay."

She doesn't like your dry, one-worded response, but chooses not to push it. Instead, she stands up.

"Sleep tight, angel. Mama loves you. I promise to show you that, okay?" She kisses your forehead and flicks off the light, closing the door behind her.

You hear her lock it from outside the room with a key.

[lust4lore]

(finnick + cockwarming pretty please i’ll give you my firstborn child)

anon, i’m in love with you. take all of the forehead kisses. all of them. (btw, call me when that child is born!)

A/N: originally, this was gonna be something where reader and finnick are at a party and it’s kind of public, he’s a little meaner, but i think voyeurism as well as denying his girl anything she wants is a little ooc for him so i chose this instead. i still have the outline of the og, though, so if you’d be interested in reading that and are willing to excuse it lmk!

CW: cockwarming— mind you, fluffy cockwarming, because it’s finn!

MDNI, not proofread i cba 😔🫶

finnick odair would do anything for you. shit, he’s braved hell and back twice just for the chance to catch a glimpse of you again. you’re his world, the love of his life, and the last thing he wants is to see you upset.

which is why, when you entered your shared bedroom with a quivering bottom lip and glistening eyes, he dropped everything immediately.

“hey, hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he had asked gently, brows pinching together as concern started seeping in. he beckoned you over to where he sat with open arms, and you gladly went. he pulled you onto his lap, warm hands cupping your face as he searched your eyes for any indication of what the problem could be. “talk to me,” he murmured, anxiety forming a pit in his stomach when you didn’t give him an immediate response.

it had been a long day. all the noise, all the people, all the feelings had gotten to you, and you just needed finnick. needed to turn off your brain in the way only he could. “jus’ had a busy day, too much going on and-” you sniffed, looking up into those sea green eyes and feeling a distant pang of guilt at the panic that was rising in them. “i need you, finn,”

realization flickered across his features and his lips parted before he pressed them together again, his gaze shifting from worried to conflicted. finnick never found it easy to deny you anything— and this wasn’t even something he wanted to say no to— but he had deadlines to fulfill, things that he couldn’t put off any longer. you knew that, you did, but you really were aching for whatever piece of him you could get.

and so, you end up here, still sat in his lap as he slowly presses into you, a quiet whine falling from your lips at the stretch. your face buries itself into his neck, hands bracing his shoulders. “finn,” your voice comes out strained and desperate, just above a whisper as you sink down onto him. “m’right here, sugar, i got you,” his hands rest on your hips, lightly squeezing them in encouragement. you continue to whimper as you take the rest of him, adjusting to the size. “i know, honey, i know,” he soothes, one of his hands coming up from your hips to rub your back.

a few minutes in, you’re a bit more mollified. your thoughts come to a slow, sticky pace, and suddenly, nothing seems so loud anymore. all that’s left in your head is finnick finnick finnick and the comfortable weight of him inside of you. “this what you needed, pretty girl? feel better?” his voice is low against your ear and you give a small nod, because yes, it’s exactly what you needed, but your words are kind of failing you at the moment.

you stay like that for god knows how long, his arm wrapped around your waist as he continues to work, your forehead resting on his shoulder. eventually, though, you shift a little, and it’s just enough to cause his cock to graze that sweet spot inside of you. his muscles tense underneath you as you tighten around him and he makes a sound in between a sigh and a groan, picking you up as though you weigh nothing. “what’re you doing?” you ask, your voice soft and dazed as he sets you down on the bed, hands slipping underneath your shirt and roaming further up as he starts trailing kisses down your neck. “taking care of my girl,” he tells you, and, well,

you’ll have to start having bad days more often.

[gogotti]

Simon “Ghost” Riley/Fem! Reader NSFW

Thinking thoughts…..thinking so many thoughts. This is very self indulgent btw 😚 (that’s why it’s she/her instead of “you”). This also isn’t my typical style I just wrote this out so fast cause I NEEDED this to live in more than just my head lmfao

Warnings: ghost being kinda weird, obsessed!Ghost, breeding mentions, reader gets head, massage with evil intentions lmfao, this man is way to happy to have a wife

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Ghost who’s just a bit too obsessed with the new seargent on the team, who constantly makes sure he’s the one who delivers her paperwork so he can point out the silly little decorations in her office, just so he can learn the name of her desk pets or hear the story behind the figurines and funkos strewn about. He makes sure to get her favorite coffee order once he learns what it is (he definitely didn’t snoop around in her morning trash after kindly offering to take it out), and always makes sure to get some snacks along with it.

He stands a bit too close to her and makes her look up at him over the rims of her glasses- she looks so pretty batting her lashes up at him (she’s literally just blinking). It gets to the point that he leans over her desk while she’s typing away, so focused on her work but making sure to look at him every once in a while as he rants about god knows what. Speaking of, shes so much shorter than him so he gets away with staring at her lips as she rants about some pissy lieutenant on base or the recruits she has to train. He makes sure he doesn’t get caught lecturing them or yelling their ears off in her honor.

He absolutely starts picking up some of her slang and using it mid sentence just to see her face twist in confusion when he uses it wrong or amusement because he uses it at all. Absolutely pretends to not hear her say something just so he can hear the frustration in her pretty voice as she repeats it for the 3rd time (he’s ears aren’t what they used to be, love, that’s all). Loves aggravating her, misplacing things in her office, eating the last of her snacks, all so he can hear how angry she gets when she notices or how whiny she gets when she sees the wrapper in the trash. (Dammit Johnny, how could you do that to her?)

It all begins to overflow when they’re assigned an undercover mission together, newlyweds in a nice gated neighborhood. Unfortunately for them the security feeds in the house are all monitored by the very people they’re trying to expose, so not only do they have to be all lovey dovey in public but also behind closed doors. He takes the news so much better than she (or Laswell for that matter) thought he would and he makes it very very apparent on the drive there that he’s going to make her feel oh so special. He doesn’t hesitate to book hair and lash appointments, he wouldn’t dare forget her nails either (especially not her toes, he’s definitely making sure he has something pretty to suck on).

He knows his restraint is gonna be tested when she greets him at the front door after work, the house smelling like a good home cooked meal, and a pretty apron still tied around her waist. It takes everything in him to not bend her over the countertop and take her when she starts making his plate, all he can do is slowly untie her apron and place it to the side, thanking all the higher powers for his patience.

He can’t stop himself when he comes home late one night, exhausted from hard labor and finding her laid out so nicely on their bed, one of his shirts covering her slightly, just enough for her pretty panties to peak out from underneath. He just plops himself down on her legs and feigns giving her a massage, ignoring her protests that she should be giving him the massage. He lies through his teeth about knowing all the chores she did, and being so proud and thankful and oop…

Well of course he’s gonna be hard when she’s making all those pretty noises as he gets that nasty knot out of her lower back, and he’s also so pent up because he’s been so stressed lately from work and today was extra hard because of this, that, and the third. It doesn’t take long for him to start humping her like a fucking animal, grunting and growling as his stiff cock soaks his work pants with precum. God, her ass is so soft and he could only let the mental image of the recoil fuel his desire further; now hooking an arm under her plump waist and pulling her into him harder than necessary but how else would he give her a sneak peak of what he’s gonna give her later. He knew his cum was leaking through and soaking her panties and he couldn’t give less of a fuck, the only thing crossing his mind was the thought of the little wet spot she’d have herself.

Well, he’d definitely think about making it worse as he ate her out through her panties, listening to his pretty little pup’s whines as she begged him to take them off, to play with his puppy the right way. He couldn’t tell her no, god he’d be so good at following orders, ripping off her underwear so quick and going to town on her pretty cunt. He would make the most obscene noises, all the slurping and sucking, his heavy pants as his tounge greedily lapped at her pussy (you’d think he was the pup with the whines he’d let out when she shoved his head closer).

He’d make her cum three, four times with his tounge, all while pathetically humping the bed. He’d bury himself in her cunt, finally letting her close her thick thighs around his head and suffocate him while he came hard. He isn’t finished of course, now he needs to bury his fat cock in her, make sure he doesn’t waste his next load becuase he needs to breed his pretty wife. So what, if this was a 4 month mission, she signed the papers, fake names or not, she was his pretty little housewife. He wouldn’t stop if she was tired, hell he was fucking exhausted already but none of that mattered, she needed to be satisfied, filled to the brim with cum because he can’t believe he made his wife wait this long for a good ol’ fashioned fucking. He should have fucked her stupid the day he brought her home, all wrapped up in that pretty wedding dress that hugged every single last one of her curves in a way that made him fist his cock that night in the shower.

He’d repay his debts, make sure her cunt was filled as she fell asleep next to him. Then he’d kiss her puffy pussy in the morning, whispering meaningless apologies because he was NOT sorry; he’d make her breakfast in bed and make sure to bring a painkiller on the way back to their room, he could only imagine how sore her thighs were too.

[vultbae]

water and oil ✩

tashi duncan x female reader blurb

↳ summary: the two female college tennis archenemies play against each other.

↳ warnings: angst, being closeted.

↳ notes: english is not my first language pookies! also, I couldn't believe there aren't almost any Tashi fics??? and happy pride! not proof-read btw

word count: 1.1k

An ear-piercing scream rips through the air, slicing through the ambient noise of the tennis court like a knife, instantly making your body freeze. Your chest aggressively compresses as you watch your lifetime opponent, Tashi Duncan, fall on her back and crumple to the ground in agony, hands clutching her injured knee as if trying to hold herself together. 

Everything has diverted into penetrating silence, and you feel your racket gradually slipping from your fingers, the once-familiar weight slipping away unnoticed as you stare at Tashi Duncan with shock and a rigid, fast-pounding heart. Her face is a torturous portrayal of suffering, with knitted eyebrows and a constant audible sob escaping her lips.

You can't —or are incapable— of moving a muscle; they have locked themselves with a key you forgot where you placed. Instead, you stare with tears brimming at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over but held back by sheer will. Suddenly, the sour mutterings from the crowd began to stab the thick fog of your shock. At first, the voices were just a faraway hum, but soon, the words became crystal clear.

"Why isn't she helping her?" 

"Look at her—she doesn't even care. She will win by default."

"They hate each other; she won't help." 

You are aware that the public perception of your rivalry with Tashi is intense, fueled by years of competitive clashes on and off the court. So, technically, they aren't wrong. You kind of hate each other, at least publicly. Even college recruiters had recognized early on that your rivalry was too severe to coexist on the same team—you for UCLA and Tashi for Stanford. You are polar opposites in playing style and temperament, each embodying traits that clash rather than complement. 

While other tennis players in your age group get praised for their ability to work beautifully together, Tashi and you resemble more water and oil.

And water and oil don't mix. 

Your heart sinks further as your gaze shifts from Tashi Duncan to the male figure now hysterically rushing onto the court. He is tall and good-looking, with blonde curls and an exaggerated expression of concern that you find melodramatic and infuriatingly genuine all at once. Recognition dawns upon you like a dark cloud—Art Donaldson, the young tennis promise Tashi had been talking to lately, also from Stanford.

The sight of Donaldson crossing onto the court, jumping over the net without hesitation, and acting like a wannabe hero stirs a mixture of sour emotions within your core—jealousy, resentment, and a deep sense of helplessness. Of course, it makes absolute sense Tashi Duncan is dating a handsome, talented tennis player from her same school... and guess what? He came to the rescue! You internally cringe at the horrid thought of everyone applauding him for caring for your girlfriend.

The crowd's accusatory murmurs continue behind your back. Your fists clench at your sides, nails digging into your palms as you follow Art Donaldson's silhouette kneeling beside Tashi's body with eyes filled with hostility and envy. You watch as he gently takes Tashi's hand in his, his facial expression softening as he murmurs charming words of reassurance to the girl deliriously in pain. You can't tolerate it. You stay there, still torn and immobilized, with your mind racing and endeavoring to decide what to do. 

"Sometimes I wish I was a dude," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper in the quiet of Tashi's dimly lit college dorm. Tashi's fingers lightly brushed through your hair but abruptly stopped. "If I was that Patrick dude or the other blonde guy, my life would be ten times easier."  

You heard her sigh. 

"But you wouldn't be as good at tennis," Tashi softly replied, and you could tell she was avoiding conflict at all costs. 

A beat.

"But I would have you," you said, turning your head to face Tashi, whose expression remained reflective and contradictory as she stared into the soft glow of the lamp lying on her night table. "I promise that's all that matters to me, Tash," you reassured.

Your eyes met, each with equal sorrow and frustration. Tashi broke eye contact first.

Tashi knew that picking arguments with Patrick was very easy, and she didn't have the urge to speak of anything else annexed from tennis and sex with him. You somehow managed to actively amuse her with conversations regarding your crusty dog back home, the food you have tried when you travel abroad, and everlasting anecdotes that provoke you to giggle and steal a genuine smile from Tashi's lips every single time. 

And it wasn't too long after you exchanged your first words in private for her to realize she loved you. But not in a chummy way. Tashi romantically loved you.

But she never said it. Tashi just guessed you would assume she maniacally loved you, and you would satisfy yourself with that.

But the belief of Tashi loving you felt unimaginable in situations like this.

And now, the panorama of them together reflecting a couple straight out of a film—Art's concern etched on his face, Tashi's distress requiring attention—served as a stark, fucking bitter reminder of the captivating image they could market for years. They look perfect, they look—right.

So, why bother ruining Tashi's career? If her key to branding conquest is right there, kneeling next to her aching body in the form of a six-foot gorgeous tennis player.

In that rare moment of clarity, you make a sore, silent vow to honor your secret, to continue navigating the labyrinth of hidden tenderness and affection if Tashi doesn't decide to drop you after this.

But, as you are one intrusive thought away from stepping out of the court —or, better said, escape— Tashi's hazel orbs, flickering with anxiety and in between dried and brand-new tears, disembark on your outline. Internally, she wonders why you cry —at least as much as her, and you wish you could clarify is because you feel powerless. You are powerless. 

Tashi stares one, five, fifteen, thirty seconds. She doesn't quit. You stare back. Encircling her, the Stanford medical team consoles her and provides instructions to which she doesn't pay attention. To her right side, and almost covering the view of her, the blonde guy starts to question what —or who— she is looking at.

You mouth, "I love you."

Tashi's eyes widen slightly in surprise, and you can see that little pout of hers appearing over her lips.

Art turns to track Tashi's gaze, falling over you.

And when he's not looking, Tashi mouths back.

"I love you too."

And that's what matters because no one else needs to know that water and oil can mix.

[fashionteahouse]

Hey I was wondering if I could make a request for the out of your league story. I’m curious about what Sam and Jared’s reaction to Paul imprinting. Because of the history Sam has with imprinting on someone else when he had a fiancé. I’m interested in seeing what his reaction to Paul imprinting on the person he already wanted to be with. I feel like Sam would’ve warned him to stay away from her so Paul wouldn’t have to deal with breaking up with her and it maybe causing drama that could trigger Paul to phase. I guess I’m also interested to know what was going on with Paul in the weeks where they weren’t talking and he had just phased. If you can’t do it it’s completely fine it just intrigues me.

hii i would LOVE to make this <3 btw i love it when u would comment on my out of your league posts hope you enjoy :)

out of your league scenario (paul’s version) - paul x reader

AN: it’s helpful to read out of your league part 3 for context <3

The bell was loud. Everything was loud. He was irritated. He just couldn’t understand the heightened sense of hearing. He cringed at the noises and rubbed his ears from time to time.

He already knew what would make him feel better. The teacher’s voice was loud and clear but the horseplay that was happening near him was annoying him. The overlapping noises was pissing him off by each second.

He eyed the clock as he counted down the noisy bell, he wanted to get it over with. It was the last class before lunch, meaning you can be near him and he needed that right now.

He braced himself as the bell ring out and he made his way out of the classroom door to walk to your class but the same guys who were acting goofy, was still tussling around in front of him.

“Move out of the fucking way.” he hissed at them. Annoyed wasn’t even describing all of what he was feeling.

A guy turns around and says without worry, “Chill the hell out.”

The boy is shoved forward before he could fully turn back around. One sentence pissed Paul off, his anger boiling over the brim.

The boy stumbled but didn’t fall so he was able to look at Paul, with knitted eyebrows, “What’s wrong with you?” the boy demands.

Paul steps closer, bawling up his fists to the nasty tone the boy in front of him was using, “You.” he states. He dared him to do something. A fight at the moment was something he was itching for. He felt like something was trying to claw through.

The boy who was under Paul’s scrutiny made one mistake and that was to give him a shove back, he didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of his friends.

It only made him feel a powerful blow to the chin, making him fall backwards and Paul is pounced right on him. Not missing a beat. His fists pour out all of the anger, all of the frustration, and everything that he was feeling. It was like he was in a trance. He wanted to pulverize this boy’s face.

He felt a group of hands pull him off. Saying things of, “Come on, before the teachers come.” and “It’s not worth it bro, come on.”

Attempts to calm him down and speak logic to him, didn’t work as Paul shrugged them off, giving them his own looks of death. They give him the respect of backing off, they didn’t want their faces to look like the boy that was currently on the ground.

Paul was fuming. All thoughts couldn’t be contained as he flew down the school stairs, using an exit door that was in the stairwells and pushed it open.

He felt hot. He even caught himself making small snarls.

“The fuck?” he thought as he panted out.

He seen a tall figure slowly walk toward him. Paul straightens up and looks at him weird. He noticed the man had no shirt and no shoes, just a pair of shorts.

The man crossed his arms as he looked at with expectancy.

“What? Do you want to be next?” Paul says to him, stepping forward.

“Paul, calm down. I’m on your side.” the man with a deep voice says. The voice was full of maturity as he looked at the young boy in front of him who was currently fighting his next transition.

“How the hell you know my name?” Paul demands, a bit freaked out since he ran in different circles as this man. He was clearly older. He only seen his face on pictures when the reservation was actively looking for him. His fiancée, Leah Clearwater, was frantic in finding him.

“I’ve been watching you for some time.” the man explains.

“Watching me for what? Who the fuck are you?” Paul asks with bass in his voice, he demanded answers.

“Sam. We should go back to your place, there’s too many eyes here.” The man named Sam, answers.

“I’m not going anywhere!” Paul stubbornly answers. He started walking in the direction to go home but Sam didn’t know what else to do. Paul was shaking and trembling.

He made it home. His father came home on a lunch break and saw his son’s shoes at the front door. He almost tripped over them. His father angrily pushed open the door.

“What the fuck are you doing fighting at school?! Guess what, you got suspended!” His father demands and says to him in a newsflash, his fist balled up, his face was frowned.

Paul rises from his bed and did nothing but look down at his father. His father noticed the height difference quite a bit, but he was still adamant about showing his son who’s the parent and who’s the child.

“Are you just going to look at me stupid?” His father asks again and nudged his head back hard with his fingers.

Paul pushed pasted him out the room. He was reaching towards the back door. He didn’t want to deal with the hell that was about to come. He’d rather just leave and sneak back in.

The figure who stood strong in his backyard, pissed him off even further. Shutting the door behind him, he stalked towards the man who was at his school earlier.

Sam, had his arms crossed in an unbothered manner. He hoped his plan to bring Paul’s wolf out in that instant would work. He could see it trying to claw out. He displayed the cockiest smirk he could muster up.

“I would break up with Y/N if I were you.”

That statement alone flew Paul into the air, tiny particles of clothes floating around him. Sam fluidly transformed into his own wolf form as Paul’s jaw snapped at him. Sam only saw black and darkness in Paul’s mind. Nothing but pure anger.

“Paul, calm down.”

Sam ordered Paul. Paul tried to fight it but the weight of the alpha’s command was too strong, forcing him to kneel to submit. Paul still growled a bit and tried to bawl his fists up. He looked down and his eyes almost came out of his sockets.

He saw claws. He saw silver fur on his arms. He looked at the large dark wolf that was over him.

“Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.”

Paul chanted with his eyes closed. He hoped that he would wake up and breathe out a sigh of relief of how crazy the dream he had was.

“Paul, you’re not dreaming.”

Sam says to him through his mind.

“What the fuck did you do to me?!” Paul demands.

“I didn’t do anything. Paul, the legends are true. Do you remember them?” Sam encourages.

Paul did remember bits and pieces. He felt a wave of nostalgia as his time in Tacoma flooded his brain. As he then thought back to when his mother would tuck him into bed, the hazy womanly voice softly speaking the history of the tribe. How there were protectors to keep the scary monsters away. He missed her. He could barely remember the sound of her voice. He thought back to how when he was a bit older, when he moved to La Push with his father and how he would take him to storytelling events at the beach. His father’s good friends would tell the stories. He just remembered how Taha Aki was of importance, his elders stressing the fact. He remembered how he was told that Taha Aki was the leader of the Quileute tribe.

“We’re the protectors now.” Sam tells Paul.

Paul became sad. He whimpered a bit at the thought of having to be a large wolf for the rest of his life. His mind started going towards how you would never be able to see him again.

“Paul, you can still be human. Just be calm. Just think of something happy.”

Paul tried to rack his mind of cute puppies but he didn’t want to kid himself. You were in the forefront of his brain as he felt the shimmer of the waves around him dissolving. The day you stood in his bedroom as he kissed you. The serenity he felt when he sat with you on the beach. Before he knew it, he was on the ground naked, as the day he was born.

Sam threw him a pair of shorts and pulled his own up. Paul walked behind Sam as he heard the sharp chirps of birds and the loud crunches of the broken tree branches that were being stepped on.

Paul felt a bit exhausted. He felt most of all, hungry. His stomach growled and Sam chuckled.

“Don’t worry, Emily made us something.”

Before questions could leave Paul’s mouth, he smelled the enticing scent of cooked food swim in his nose.

Sam walks into the warm home, stealing a kiss from the dark long haired woman. She giggled at the affection he was showing her. Sam steps to the side and introduces them two to each other. Emily was polite. Paul was not.

Paul just stood at her as she gave him a smile.

Sam caught wind of this, knowing exactly what Paul was thinking. He wasn’t stupid. Sam gives Emily a tiny look and Emily picked it up. She caught the idea.

“I’ll be back. I have to grab something.” she says as she leaves the room.

Sam sits down at the table. Paul still stands. Sam extends an arm, gesturing for him to have a seat.

“You’re done with Leah?” Paul asks as he pulled his seat back.

“Yeah.” Sam answered sadly.

“So, you just go and fuck her cousin, huh?” Paul says with a snort.

Sam gives him a look.

“You have to break up with Y/N.” Sam says. Paul’s nostrils flare as his chair almost falls back from his quick movement out of the chair.

“The fuck is your problem?” he roars.

Sam just stands to tell him to have a seat but Paul pushed him back down. Before Paul could blink, Sam is up out of his seat, grabs the back of his neck, gripping it with so much force, his strength was undeniable. Sam grits his teeth.

“Sit down and I will tell you why.”

Paul sits flops down in his seat with the help of Sam’s force. Paul was seething.

“When you phase, the spirits will gift a wolf an imprint. A soulmate. To ground the wolf and balance them out. It’s rare, however but, Emily is my imprint.” Sam explains.

“Does Leah know?” Paul asks.

“She knows I’m not missing. She doesn’t know my wolf exists.”

Paul doesn’t say anything as he looked at the structure of the table. “Good thing imprinting is rare.” he thought to himself.

“That’s why you have to break up with Y/N, Paul. I said what I said earlier to get you to phase but now, I’m saying it because Leah loathes me and Y/N will hate you forever. What happens if you imprint?”

“I thought imprinting was rare.” Paul asks.

“Yes, but you just can’t risk it.“

Paul shakes his head as he rises up, “I’m not breaking up with Y/N. If I imprint, I will fight it.”

“You can’t fight it. It’s the person that both the man and the wolf need!” Sam desperately tried to tell him but, Paul was stubborn as he shook his head again.

“I will fight it!” Paul says again, getting agitated.

“You’d think if I could fight it, I would? I tried! It only made the pain of being away worse! I loved Leah. Shit, I still love her.” Sam says but, he whispers out the last part.

“Y/N is my only source of normalcy! I didn’t ask to be turned into a big ass wolf! Nobody is taking her away from me!” Paul says. He reached for the door. Sam didn’t want to, but he had to.

“I order you to not be in contact with Y/N.”

Sam ordered him. Paul hated him. He burst out of the house, not caring that pair of shorts that was loaned to him was into shreds.

He spent the first two nights in the woods. Thoughts of letting you go was making it hard to shift back.

He heard the voice.

“Come on, Paul. You gotta phase back.”

He knew that voice.

“Jared? It got you too?” Paul asked in disbelief.

“Yeah the wolfie disease caught up to me too.” Jared says, being able to laugh in the mind link.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

Jared shakes his head in his mind.

“Damn.” Paul voiced in defeat. He was desperate.

Wanting to see the human friend that he had, he thought of you again. He thought of the reaction he would have if he were to see you again.

Jared and Paul walk through the woods, back to Sam’s home.

“Your dad was on a rampage looking for you. I told him you’ve been staying with me but, he was pissed.” Jared explains to him.

“I don’t care about that son of a bitch.” Paul says in annoyance.

Jared snickered as he opened the door to Sam’s home.

Paul sat in the chair as the tattoo needle was hard pressed into his skin. His fingers were gripping the table as Sam explained how important it was for him to have it. He never thought to get ink on his skin but, the tattoo looked good to him.

Over lunch, Paul ate and ate.

“Slow down, pig.” Jared comments.

“Shut up.” Paul says with his mouth full.

“Just to let you know, you can’t go back to school.” Sam says to him.

“I know. I’m suspended.” Paul says in an obvious tone.

“I know. I mean after your suspension is up.” Sam corrects.

Paul stops as he looked at Sam’s serious face. He felt himself get angry all over again.

“Dude, just calm down. It feels good not being able to do homework.” Jared says with a grin to make his friend feel better.

“It’s not about that. Everything that’s normal I can’t have, huh?” Paul says frowning.

Sam sighs, “It’s the sacrifice we have to make to protect people.”

“Sacrifice the order and let me see Y/N, then.” Paul challenged but Sam shakes his head slowly at his proposal.

He snuck back into his home late into the night while his father was sleeping. With his new heightened smell, he smelled something delicious. It came from the front door and he had a feeling it was you.

He then found out about the silence movements that he now possessed as he climbed the squeaky stairs. They made no noise under his footsteps.

Checking his abandoned phone, he seen two texts from you. He couldn’t contact you but you could contact him.

“Are you okay?”

“U can talk to me.”

He read them over and over as if they were a lengthy novel.

His mind travels to his room. Only one person could make him feel better. Only one that could let him forget the horrific living nightmare he was subjected to.

Many days passed and he tried to make his feet go into the direction of your home. He underestimated the order when his body wouldn’t let him move forward. He tried his hardest to fight through it but he was no match for the invisible wall.

His father ranted and raved how much he ate.

“Food isn’t free!” His father says as he throws an empty box into the trash.

Paul had to leave his home a lot. He didn’t want to accidentally kill his father.

He almost did when he touched a soft subject.

Paul was on his way out of the door when his father says, “You’re always fucking leaving! Just like your mother. The one thing she did right was not coming back. Then, she would see the walking piece of waste of a son! Maybe she knows, that’s probably why she didn’t take your ass with her!”

Paul’s teeth clenched as he moved further into the woods. He left out of the house when his mother was starting to be mentioned but his heightened hearing made him hear everything. It was a curse in his eyes.

He couldn’t help but to wonder if his mother knew that this would happen. She whispered the stories of protectors to him as a child, he remembers the limited memories of her motherly love. He just couldn’t understand why she left. His thoughts were the demons he battled with alone.

Paul killed his first cold one. He remembered the rush he felt when his teeth ripped their limb from the air. Jared whooped in the mind link as Sam got the fire ready.

With their leader telling them they’re free to go after circling the area once more, Jared flew home to go to sleep. Paul went to the basketball court. He didn’t want to go back home so he borrowed Jared’s basketball.

The ball bounced up and down from his hand. He easily scored the ball into the basketball net. He was alone and was grateful for this. He looked over in the park area, hoping that you were sitting with a book or a sketchbook. Emptiness is what met his eyes. He shot the ball in the air. He heard the screech of a car stopping.

He was a bit annoyed that someone decided to come, he enjoyed the alone time.

“He lives!”

He scored one last shot and let the ball roll.

That voice made him almost drop to his knees. Opening his nostrils, he could smell the sweet scent coming from you. He wanted to look at you, but he couldn’t.

He physically couldn’t. You were still thinking about him. He figured you moved on from him.

“You don’t have to talk to me but…I just wanted to know if you were okay. I haven’t heard from you.”

He tried his best to meet your eyes but the order had an unimaginable grip on him.

“No contact with Y/N.”

That’s all that kept floating through his mind.

“Please just keep talking.” he says in his mind.

He heard your footsteps walking away and for the first time in a long time, he wanted to cry like a child. He picked up the basketball and bounced it. His hope for anything was simply sucked out. He was readying himself to accept his new hell.

The next day, Emily served him breakfast and Jared comes in with a big smile.

“Guess what?” Jared asks Paul with excitement.

Paul sighed as he felt annoyed. He wasn’t in the mood to feel happy.

Jared nudged him and showed him a picture on his phone.

“Y/N won an art contest yesterday.” Jared says, hoping it would bring a smile to his friend’s face.

Paul looked at the neutral look on your face. It was too much. He knew that he was the cause of that. If he was still around, he knew your smile would be much bigger than that. You looked like your feelings were hurt and your face was full of thought.

Paul didn’t finish his food, leaving out. Phasing, he succumbed to the wolf.

Your face kept flashing and it made his heart thump with pain. He just wanted to see you. He ran and ran until he didn’t recognize his surroundings.

He spent alot of his time in his wolf form, phasing out here and there to eat. The weeks were so slow. It dragged on like a snail. He was hurting in every inch of the time.

Sitting at the table, Paul rushed so that he could phase out of his human skin.

“Sam, you should lift the order.” Jared suggests.

“No. Hell no.” Sam says.

“How is he going to break up with her if he can’t see her?” Jared asks.

Paul looks at him. He knew that look. He was up to something. He let the situation play out.

“Just lift it so he can go break up with her.” Jared says.

Paul looks at Sam. Sam looked at Jared for a long moment. Paul had to give it to him, Jared didn’t crack or let his hand show.

“I swear, you better not make me regret this.” Sam says to Paul.

“I will break up with her and be on my jolly way.” Paul rasped out. He barely spoke since he was a wolf most the time.

“Fine. I lift it.” Sam says and Paul instantly felt the grip come up off of him. It felt like he could breathe again.

“But, Jared. Go with him.” Sam says.

Jared waves him off and follows Paul out the door.

“You’re not breaking up with her are you?” Jared says as he followed him to your home.

“Hell no.” Paul says. He knocked but you weren’t home.

He checked the park. You weren’t there. He smelled you again near the beach. He stopped once he saw you in a distance. The sketchbook was in your hands as your face was peaceful. You were his peace.

Jared nudged him forward, “Go ahead. Don’t look stupid.”

Jared then leaves off.

Paul was on his own. He took careful and slow steps, soaking up the sight of you. It’s been so long. You smelled so good as he got closer and closer.

He stood behind you, closed his eyes and breathed out your name through his lips. He opened them, expecting you to face with a mean look but all he saw was the back of you. You however, paused your drawing.

He moves around you, finding you looking down. It crushed him that you wouldn’t look at him.

“I know you’re mad….Can you just look…Please?”

He watched you as you slowly looked up. He watched your eyes took in his body, the tattoo that was sported on his shoulder, and finally to his eyes. It was as if you were gravity, holding him to Earth. Everything that he was living for, was in the palm of your hand. He wanted to give you the world, it was no doubt. You and him were the only beings on the planet. The memories of you two flooded his brain. It overflowed in his brain. He was glad he talked to you that day at the park. He was glad that his life promised nothing but happiness and peace with you.

“You’re everything to me.” Paul thought in his head.

He finally speaks.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I promise to explain everything.” he says to you.

A piece of him shattered as you didn’t say anything back. He didn’t like the fact that you were now looking through him and not at him. He needed to be near you, it’s been too long.

He sits next you and watched as you stare ahead. He understood. He broke your feelings.

“I can’t come back to school anymore.” he says. He finally was able to come clean. He still felt crushed as you still wouldn’t say anything. He was getting desperate. Knowing that you were a curious mind, he decided to just show you all of him.

“I have to show you something.” he says as he rises from his spot. He almost smiled at the fact that you got up to follow him. He was glad he found this meadow during his time as a wolf in the woods. He turns around and sees you taking it all in. He hoped you liked it as much as he did.

“Whatever happens, you can’t run.” he warns. He watched you grow nervous but he wants you to know.

He watched your face as you called out to his wolf.

“Paul?”

You were on your butt as you looked at the huge wolf. Convincing you that he wasn’t a threat, he explained imprinting. He knew for sure he imprinted on you. As he explained it to you, it all matched what he felt for you. He didn’t want to be a brother, protector or friend to you. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He never thought that any girl would have him this tight by the balls until you came along. You fit in his destiny.

As you hugged him, he didn’t want to let you go. He watched as you entered your home.

He ran to Sam and Emily’s, busting through the door. All eyes were on him like he was crazy.

“I imprinted.”

Paul said the words as Sam rose up.

“Show me.” he demands.

He didn’t believe it. He watched in disbelief as Paul played the interaction between you two.

At first, Sam was lost for words. Paul definitely imprinted. Sam felt the exact same thing, but for Emily. He couldn’t understand it. He just couldn’t understand why the same couldn’t happen for him and Leah. He has no choice but to feel happy for his pack brother.

“Congratulations, Paul.”

Paul’s mood was noticeably lifted as he talked more around the table.

“She didn’t run, did she?” Jared asks. Paul shakes his head. Jared had a crestfallen look. He remembered when he told Kim and showed her his wolf, she ran from his wolf. That was the part that he had to suppress. He wanted to feel free.

“Aren’t you happy for Paul? You were Y/N and Paul’s biggest fan.” Emily teases Jared.

“I am. But… He imprinted on someone he wanted to imprint on. Why can’t we choose?” Jared wonders. The boy’s face was wrinkled, perplexed at the possibilities of choosing who was right for them.

“The spirits just know best, I guess.” Emily laughs.

Deep down, Sam understood where Jared was going with his question. The spirits should have known the love that Sam had for Leah. As happy as he was for Paul, he wished the envisioned version of the outcome of his destiny, to be the same as Paul’s. For Leah to be the one that held him to Earth.

[channelinglament]

When you hadn't logged in for a few days

Ft. Diasomnia (💀)

Summary: Basically you hadn't logged in twst for a while now (could be 2 days or more) for whatever reason. But sadly you didn't know, that your game is sentient.

Tw: yandere, bad grammar, death, murder, religious themes.

🐀 (it's me, the anon-) @writingforatwistedworld

Lilia

Plz forgive this world that is full of sinners-

Fr prays and slays (people)

Alright, let's begin on how it happened:

Lilia was as always waiting for your return. He made himself look presentable, and stayed nearby ramshackle to greet you when you log in (aka when you get weekly stuff like gems and etc)

You didn't come back that day, sadly.

So what does our dear fae do?

Pray. A lot.

He is afraid that he or someone has somehow wronged you.

We're you busy?

Were they not praying hard enough?

Did he need to kill someone-?

And like that, he tried to sleep.

The same was on second day.

But when the third day (afternoon actually) comes, oh he is going insane.

This world is so full of sin! It is filled with sinners to the brim isn't it? That's why you aren't coming back, he's sure of it!

So, the massacre started. You can't tell me otherwise. He prays that you come back, while he slays those, he deems sinners.

If it's for you, he's ready to starts/wage a war again.

Malleus

Congrats, it's the end of the world!

Trust me, if you logged in right at that moment, you would have the longest log in in your history.

Unlike Lilia, he immediately panicked. While you weren't around, the weather was terrible.

A few people probably died because of the thunder

He prays, and prays hard.

On the second day he tries to use his magic to see what you're doing (your camera)

If you're playing another game then he immediately destroys(burns) the world.

If you're busy, tries to wait.

If talking to someone, the first option happens aswell

On third day it's the end of the world. Literally.

Unless you decide to log in, at that exact moment, say bye-bye to everyone alive except a few faes and maybe people.

Silver

Understands that you may be busy.

But still prays nonetheless. (He was raised by Lilia, a cute lunatic after all)

Honestly is afraid that someone might've hurt you. What if you're in danger and he doesn't know about it??

He's supposed to be your knight in shining armor, protect you with his life. What if you're in danger rn and he cannot do anything about it???! (Not like could've helped even if you were, he's in game. But he could've told Malleus or Lilia, then you'd be in game sooner than expected)

Similarily to Lilia, starts massacring people calling them sinners.

But I feel like it's at the end of 2nd day? Stealthily btw

He was sleeping, then heard noises. People were talking about you and how they thought you abandoned them.

He was angry and uhh

Made ketchup for Lilia to cook.

Even if you did abandon them, it's not your fault! But he's sure you didn't, they probably just needed to get rid of sinners that have wronged you and made you upset!

Sebek

Screams

Shocked

Prays

And then

Starts giving you offerings.

Since the day 1

He definitely needs to try harder! Everyone needs!

The reason you're not here is because they're not praying hard enough! They're not offering you what you would like! Of course you won't come back if they won't!

Literally kills everyone left and right.

And offers them to you.

Negative two out of ten, would not recommend.

Fr, he doesn't think that it could be 'cuz you're busy. Probably you're offended that they haven't devoted themselves to you completely.

He wishes that everyone would be like them, on valley of thorns. But sadly, some see you as an equal or just an all knowing entity. Or even worse, but he doesn't talk about Shaftlands. At least some nations are good.

But he still thinks they're wrong in thinking you can have flaws too.

It's their fault for you leaving them!

[moon-ttokki-x]

omg i just saw the prompt list

can you do something cute and fluffy with 21 + 44 for Felix, he is wrecking me again rn🥹❤️

so this is pretty rushed but i think it went okay. omg same btw, he's been wrecking me so hard the past few days with his new hairstyle too. anyway here you go <3

fall for you - lee felix

pairing: lee felix x reader

summary: you and felix are at the library late at night, studying for an exam, until things take a sudden turn

genre: another college!au but you can't really tell ig, soft shy felix, very fluffy

a/n: this fic feels so cosy. dividers by @kodaswrld

⛓️ prompts: 21. "Are you trying to get me to fall for you?" / 44. "I wasn't supposed to say that."

skz prompt list | skz masterlist

The library is dead silent this time of night, you note as you walk in; the only sounds come from the faint tapping of keys on laptops and occasional taps and thuds as a pen is set down and a book is closed. No one is here but you and a certain someone.

Felix.

He is sitting with his knees tucked to his chest when you return from the cafe down the street, holding a cardboard tray of two drinks. You hand one to him and he thanks you with a soft, tired smile as you sit next to him, where your own workstation has been set up.

Your shoulder brushes his as you readjust, and you sigh as you reopen your laptop, the ghoulish blue light overtaking the warm glow of the golden desk lamps surrounding the area.

Felix laughs quietly. "Bet you missed that blue light, huh?"

You groan. "No, I dragged my feet on the way back from the cafe so I wouldn't have to face it. It's giving me a headache."

"At least you're prepared for the exam."

You groan and lean your head on his shoulder, exasperated. Your voice is muffled. "I don't feel prepared."

He ruffles your hair. "You say that every time, and then you pass with a great score. Relax, Y/nnie."

You sigh and sit upright, stretching. "I guess."

Bending your fingers to release some of the tension, you exhale and dive back into your work. You assume Felix is doing the same, and when you glance across, he is, but little do you know that he's already missing the familiar warmth of your physical action. His shoulder burns where you rested your head and he rolls it back, trying to alleviate the bittersweet feeling.

You're both already sitting fairly close; it's cold outside, and naturally, you drift closer to each other for warmth in the chilly air of the spacious library, knees tucked to chests and jackets draped over shoulders. Silence descends again, occasionally broken by one of you as you pore over shared notes or point to something on your laptops.

You sit back suddenly, turning behind you to survey the darkened shelves and sitting areas. Felix looks up from his notes.

"What's wrong?"

You grin at him. "We're literally the only ones here, do you realise?"

He surveys your surroundings too with a dazed gaze, then he nods. "Yep. I guess everyone else studied earlier."

You laugh and then hurriedly shush yourself, not wanting to disturb the peaceful, serene atmosphere that has descended like a blanket over the library interior. Felix covers his mouth with a hand, trying to muffle his laugh.

"The place isn't haunted, you know," he snickers. "You're allowed to make noise."

You point an accusatory finger at him. "It might be! And besides, you're doing the same thing."

"No, I'm not."

You roll your eyes. "All the library ghosts are going to come for you if they hear you lying, Lee Felix."

Felix snickers again, eyes widening. "Library ghosts? When'd you get that idea? You're lying now-"

You put on a very self-important expression and interrupt him, pretending to glare. "I made it up just now, 'cos I can. They can hear you, Felix."

He's grinning softly now, and a warm feeling spreads in his chest, thawing the ice beginning to frost over his skin from the library air. “I swear," he says, still grinning, "You always know how to make me laugh. Are you trying to get me to fall for you?”

You grin too and try to hide a blush, thankful for the low light. “What? No, of course not. Just trying to keep you awake.”

Felix’s smile falters slightly, unsure if he meant to say that out loud. His hand scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“I... I wasn’t supposed to say that.” He says uncertainly.

You try to play it off, teasing. “Well, now you’ve said it. So, what are you going to do about it?”

Felix’s eyes widen, and he stammers, not knowing how to answer. His heart races. He tries to cover it up with a nervous laugh, his voice a little shaky.

“I... I don’t know. Maybe you should just... make me fall for you?”

Your heart thuds, almost out of your ribcage, and you turn to him, hoping you look as confident as you sound. You don't.

"How exactly do I do that, Felix?"

He is silent. The atmosphere is charged, not least because of the conversation topic or the proximity. Felix lets his head drop and exhales heavily, like he used to when he had a secret to tell. When he raises his head, there's the faintest ghost of a shy smile on his lips. His cheeks are flushed and he's almost shaking.

His voice is so quiet when he speaks, almost a whisper.

"You don't have to try and make me fall for you, Y/n."

You tilt your head softly. "Why not?"

"Because you already have."

a/n: ooooohh *snaps fingers* plot twist

[dragonsoulage]

He doesn’t deserve you…pt.5

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

feat. Baji Keisuke

How does it went wrong when you two suddenly ended up making out. That he desperate wants to show your ex boyfriend how busy you really are, when he was giving you his thick inches….

Hello friendos, this is now the last part of my mini fan fiction for my beloved emo diva 😩😩 btw I just notice it now…he doesn’t got these golden eyes more bronze like but bitch, all my damn wallpapers for my desktop there he is having glowing gold eyes. They fooled me I swear and I trusted that 🥲💀🤣 well, never mind here finally the last part and I am sry but this here is just filthy smūt now 👀💀🤣🌚 have fun with it ✨✨💖

Wordcount:4,6k

Warnings: smūt, fingering, p in v, doggy, recording, squirting, slight choking and hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names, slight angst because of your breakup

None of you planned it, how it came out now.

The picture you wanted to take long forgotten, phone just lying somewhere in the bed under the blanket when you felt the weight of the Toman member on top of you. How you spread your legs so he could get closer, large hands grabbing your hips, lips smacking together, tongues dancing around each other. A pure cocktail of guilty pleasure.

And damn you tasted sweet, so fucking sweet when he kissed you. When his tongue darted out, careful at first, politely asking for entrance.

But as soon as you opened your mouth and allowed it. He was plundering you. Teeth clashing, and you could swear you never got kissed like that.

Your hands wrapping around the back of his neck casually. Making out with each other, only needing seconds to breathe before sloppy kisses, heated and needy, started again.

The way you felt underneath him, how his hands subtle went higher, cupping your ribcage right underneath your breast. Breath growing erratic. Your plump lips so soft, your skin so fucking smooth when his other hand came up to caress your pulse point.

And when Baji teased your lower lip with a gentle bite, an unexpected whimper came out of your mouth.

You were surprised, maybe about yourself, maybe about what had happened now.

What was clear, you never felt like this before.

Never felt this turned on, ever. You felt how he groaned lowly into your mouth before sucking on your tongue, making you gasp, so cute.

Bajis hand slid up just a tiny little higher, fingertips dancing over your lower part of your tits.

Making you arch so slightly into his touch, you were so responsive even to little touches. How much you probably missed out with that shit boyfriend of yours?

Still he didn't cup fully your breast, trying to gauge out, how comfortable you got.

"You are fucking sweet, you know that?" Baji whispered against your lips, before nipping lightly on the lower one. Then his lips trailed down your neck, kissing behind the sensitive spot behind your ear, traveling lower on your throat, to suck, just to earn a whimper again.

It was nearly embarrassing for you, trying to cover your mouth right after this.

"Let me hear your pretty noises, gorgeous." he said before taking down your hand, and this was the moment you tried to turn your head to him.

"Should we really be doing that?" you asked him, it was endearing how you laid there, with a heaving chest, before he disconnected from your neck, a hand laid against your cheek, thumb caressing over your cheekbone in a tender gesture.

"The question is, if you want that. I know you feel guilty for having a good time. But believe me, you got more bad days than good ones. So you deserve to be treated right." he said to you, locking eyes.

His eyes softened for you, making you shudder, making you question if he was right.

Maybe you should be a little nicer to yourself, or more let him be nice to you.

"I mean, I do want that... I just feel weird because a few hours ago I were taken." you mumbled, and then he gently pushed you down the bed, looming over you and looking down, so you felt some of his long hair tickling your skin.

"You simply moved on while being in a relationship, so stop being hard on yourself...and let me take care of you properly." he let you know, he had his answer, he felt how you wanted it, how he fucking wanted all of you.

He went back to make out with you, this time even a little bolder, gently biting your lip, being a little rough.

And this got you worked up. When you tried to suppress a little moan, oh it was cute.

Feeling his hardness just against your thigh, and your eyes widened when you felt how packing he was.

You had a deep red dust over your cheeks when you felt it.

Slowly but surely you allowed it yourself, hands wandering under his shirt, feeling up and down his abs. Before he pulled it off for you.

Eyes observing his torso, the strong chest, he was still kinda slim but with some muscles, a toned v line with these abs making you literally weak for him.

"Maybe we should move on to you, pretty. Probably that asshole never gave you the right attention, hm?" you could hear him smirk before his hands working on getting your sweatpants down. Of course, it was not your first time sex, but you kinda felt like it.

Because you never had been this wet before. Your slick making your panties drenched, how the stuck to you like a second skin.

And when the sweats were down, you felt his hand dancing down your tummy, before he felt how soaked you were.

Making him groan. His face came up to you, noses touching. You grew a little insecure, embarrassed even.

"Sorry...usually I don't get this wet." you said, he could hear how ashamed you nearly were.

"Well, then he never did it right. All so soaked for me, baby? No apologizing, not when you could be drooling down me fingers." he let you know, and alone his words making your pussy clench around nothing.

Before he pulled your panties aside, cold fingers tips making contact with your hot and wet slit. Rubbing slow but firm circles all around your nub.

You squirmed, at first wanted to say something, but no matter what you wanted it got stuck in your throat.

"It is not like he ever touched me like this." you were able to choke out, before a needy whine left your lips when his fingers stopped the motion.

Himself barely able to hold back at this point, his cock twitching in his pants. But instead of taking you, even when you already were more than ready, he decided to take his sweet time with you, not matter how much he ached to feel you wrapped around him.

Making you finally forget the stupid ex you had, not when you had him now.

Your ex never touched you like this? He would show you, how he would take care of you, when you would be his girl. How you would have shaking legs, and probably and even more shaking orgasms, not just one but as many as he could give you this night.

"What a shame..." he snickered before you felt two of his slender digits probing your entrance, making you want to hide your face in the pillow. But Baji watched every cute reaction, his breath caressing your lips. How your brows knitted together and how your kiss bitten lips parted, when a moan left your throat, his thumb gently stroking over your lower lip. Gazing you oh, so deep in the eyes before his digits sank down right into your tight pussy. You were so warm and wet for him, already feeling how you were drooling down his fingers, the way you squirmed. "...how could someone want to pass out seeing this cute expression." he added before he slowly started to move. Damn you were tight around his fingers, his erection straining against his pants, searching friction against your thigh, what made you hiss in a delicious pleasure.

He was so hard and aching just for you.

He started slow, but he picked up the pace slightly, making you feel all so tingly and good, when he massaged your inner walls, his thumb found your clit, what made you buck up your hips.

"Yeah, just like this...you want to be touched. Such a responsive little thing..." he murmured before he decided to let his hand wander from your face down the soft curve of your neck... Pulling down your top and bra, pretty tits now on display for him.

You wanted to be shy, but didn't have anytime to think when he was knuckle deep with his fingers inside you. Precisely crooking his fingers when he hit that one spot, you didn't even know you possessed.

"Baji..." you stumbled over his name, the first time saying it with that desperate plea in your voice. Making the tip of his dick leak inside his pants. Damn, he could be cuming from just you were moaning his name, feeling how you clenched around his fingers. Making him scissor his fingers, what had you moaning.

"Such a pretty girl, being neglected all this time. Time to change that." he murmured before you felt how his thumb pressed a little firmer against your clit, making you spread your thighs just a little wider, eyes rolling back, when you felt how he placed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, before gliding over the soft skin of your tits. Grabbing one of them, just to suckle on your nipple, your spine curved up, arching into him. Your hands now tangled in his hair. He loved your fingers in his hair. How much he would love it when you start pulling on it.

"Think... I... I never came because of someone else." you confessed, as you felt your hole fluttering around his digits. This made him release your nipple with a pop.

Not that he was surprised, by a loser ex-boyfriend like yours, that you never had an actual orgasm, it was obvious.

And he continued to finger you, wanting nearly to bring you to the peak, already could tell you were close, the way your pussy was leaking. But just shortly before you could, he stopped. He was a little tease after all. When you would have your first orgasm from another man, then he wanted it to happen on his cock.

There you laid, all flushed and desperate, the needy glint in your eyes, when he took his fingers out of you. He brought them up to you. Finding it incredibly arousing, how you looked at him with that innocent but needy expression. "Taste yourself for me, pretty girl." he commanded gently, before popping the fingers so filthy in your mouth. And you didn't even hesitate. Your tongue swirling around his digits. God, he could see you would be such a whore for him in bed, always so modest and cute but when fucking you, when making you feel good, you wanted to be his good girl. He wanted you to suck on his fingers? You gladly did it, especially after he made you feel so much better than your shit boyfriend ever could.

While he gently started to thrust his fingers inside your mouth, he started to speak:"You know, your first orgasm...you have on my dick, you can do that for me right?"

He could listen to the hum, and the nod you did when you answered.

Then he took out his fingers before finally unzipping his hard boner. Pulling down pants and boxers, exposing the thick length.

His dick was pretty, the rosy tip leaking with beads of salty pre-cum. Slightly curved up to rearrange your insides.

You squirmed when you saw it. He grabbed you by your thighs, pulling you closer.

"Not gonna lie, will you even fit?" you asked a little insecure but your pussy throbbing.

His eyes focused on that pretty flower between your legs. Glistening folds that waited to be parted by him.

His fingers dug into the plush flesh of your thighs, spreading them even wider, making you feel even more ashamed, but you wanted it, you never wanted to be stuffed so full like now.

He cocked his head, before his was able to take off his eyes to let them wander over your exposed chest, and then to your delicate face.

"Oh, I am sure it fits. We make it fit inside this pretty pussy. You will look so good with my dick inside you. I just know that. And you trust me." he said it as statement, not even an option to discuss. You felt then how he ran his tip over you, making you tremble.

Laying there like the delicate pretty princess you were in his eyes.

That whimper that left your lips when he started to coat himself in your juices, when new slick just leaked out of you.

Shit, you really were all so wet for him, you heard a rumble in his chest, how his eyes watched your cute pussy throbbing. Slightly, smacking his mushroom tip against your puffy folds, watching you how you squirmed with that motion.

"Tell me, you want it, (Y/N)." he demanded in a husky voice, barely able to hold back.

He never had a girl who was this pretty and so god-damn ready for his cock.

Before Baji grabbed his base just to nudge it against your entrance.

And this was the moment you simply were too hot, to care what came out of your mouth.

"Fuck me....please." when these words left you, you could see the satisfied glint in his golden eyes.

When he was the one who could make a good girl, all so bad for him. Pretty pussy, so inviting and slick. Making his head spin. Your smell also, so absolutely divine.

And indeed, when he settled so comfortable between your legs and slowly pushed forward.

Your cunt wrapping around him, as if you were made just for him. As if you were born just to be his. His head fell back, and it looked absolutely hot.

Adam apple bobbing in his throat, that deep, deep groan what left him, when he sunk into your snug cunt, so velvety and warm. Letting you feel every curve and vein of his hard member.

He kept your thighs open, and when he finally was buried inside you to the hilt, what was easier than you thought, simply because you had been so wet and slippery, you could feel his pelvis grinding against you.

He needed a moment, he didn't even give you time to adjust more because when he would not compose himself, shit he would have been cuming from just pushing inside your welcoming heat.

"Fuck, you feel so damn...good, babygirl." he said low before finally looking now down at you.

The sight how he filled you, this needy expression, and the way you tried to wiggle your sweet pussy down his shaft.

Making you nearly forget you had a break-up, just a few hours ago. Your eyes fluttered shut, you never had been more in bliss than now. Every coherent thought was gone now.

"Shit, look at you, so gone already." he chuckled before he finally started thrusting, at first slow and passionate. Not just here to fuck you, no making love to you.

Making you feel all so good, how you deserve it.

But he couldn't help then to watch how he stretched you out, how you took him so good. Making you keen, making you grab his hands because you were so overwhelmed with feeling good.

"God...deeper, I need it deeper." you whimpered, and a cute little puff came out of your parted lips when he tilted your hips just a little, giving you what you craved.

"Such a good girl, taking me so well. You really needed that, hm? Someone who fucks you right." he whispered against your ear, hot breath caressing the sensitive shell before licking a stripe up your neck.

The slight curve of his dick hitting that spongy part now, making you shudder.

It always made your body jolt, when you felt how much force he now put in his thrust, how deliberate they were. Not pounding you yet, but surly letting you feel what you needed.

"Come on, pretty girl. Tell me how good it feels." he urged you, of course he got turned on when he saw what a little mess you were. Your hands went then to hold onto his shoulders, when he pushed your thigh up a little more, so it felt even deeper.

Pussy squelching around him, flesh slapping against flesh. Shit, it turned him on, the way your breathy moans sounded, how fucking filthy your cute pussy was. All so talkative with him.

"N-never felt this good while doing it. You...as if you just fit perfectly." you babbled, followed by that needy murmur. And indeed he fitted you so perfectly.

"Looking so fucking good, stuffed full of me. Would be looking even better with my cum inside you." he hissed, feeling how your pussy started clenching.

Your first orgasm approached, kinda sooner than you thought, since you always believed you were a girl that had problems to cum during sex.

"Gods, you squeeze down all my dick. Gonna cum, so soon, cupcake?" he asked you with a teasing smile, picking up the pace, right hand came up to lay against your cheek so tenderly, before gliding down your smooth skin and wrapping around your neck.

"B-Baji.... I...fuck, I didn't think-" you tried to speak so desperately, but he shhhd you, squeezing just so slightly, just to get out the sweetest of sound from you.

"Nah, no thinking....just cuming." he interrupted you, and you could feel how it builds up so fast.

Eyes rolling back into your skull, finger of yours wandering from his shoulders to his strands, holding onto him. Pussy clamping down his shaft, before you finally felt the knot inside you tightened and then exploding.

A strangled little cry came out, muffled just slightly by choking you. Fuck, you looked good like that. Milking his cock, for all he was worth, although he holds his own orgasm back.

He wanted to make you cum as much as possible.

"Good fucking girl..." he whispered loving into your ear, placing a kiss right on the corner of your mouth. Not being done with you.

While he kept fucking you oh, so patiently through your high, the blanket underneath you went messy, exposing the phone you forgot. You didn't even think about your ex-boyfriend now.

Feeling too drunk on his dick. To needy for that.

After you came down, he pulled out, but still kept you nice and open. Watching how the display of your phone lit up, he got an idea...you were his now, even when it was not spoken out loudly, you were his. The sweet girl he adored, he fell for. He would need to make sure your stupid ex understood it. Still spamming your chats over and over.

"You...you didn't come." you pointed out, wondered why, usually you were just used to the fact your boyfriend had fun and then that would be it. A little insecurity came creeping in your voice, but he immediately soothed it with a softer look on his handsome face.

"Well, do you really think we would stop by one? Not being done with you yet, pretty." he let you know his dick twitching by the idea he got.

"He is still spamming you...how about that..." he started before you felt how you were simply placed on all fours.

But instead of feeling too shy, your body indistinctly reacted, making a nice deep arch for him, so your ass was up high, feeling a large rough hand stroking over your yielding flesh.

So pretty, and so fucking naughty. Making him grin.

"...we send him a little proof you are indeed really busy right now. Probably he will be too angry and sad he never got you this wet." he whispered when he leaned over your back, as you felt his pretty cock rubbing over your sensitive pussy.

"What...you mean...you take a video like this and sending it to him?" you asked, clearly embarrassed, but before you could think further, his dick was back inside you, making you jolt slightly.

"Just on Snapchat, to make sure he just sees it once. Would make the loser shut up. Besides, it is close to the plan we first had." he cooed before he bottomed out, just to slam into you.

It was a devilish plan of him, but it somehow turned you on, it for sure turned him on.

Showing a bastard, he got his girl. Got her pussy so nice and wet. Making her cum all over him.

"Fine..." you agreed, not really sure why you did it so out of sudden, much too needy than to be thinking properly. But Baji already rendered the idea in his head, he would make sure the bastard would see it just one time. Before maybe destroying the phone of your boyfriend by the next chance he would see him. But this...this could wait.

He grabbed your phone, typing in the code he knew from you, so cute, you trusted him with that even before everything. Just to open the app with the little ghost icon.

"You are much more naughty, then he gives you credit for... I bet. Keep that arch baby, gonna pound that pretty cunt." he warned, giving your ass cheeks a little squeeze, making you grab the sheets below.

And then you couldn't help it then to moan and drool down the pillow.

Your whole body felt hot, so hot, when he grabbed your hips, slamming his dick inside, indeed rearranging your insides a new.

"Hm, such pretty noises. And so fucking juicy for me." he meant low, himself growling.

This time he would fill your pretty pussy, just to have it on camera.

Then he started the video, with that flashlight on, looking so lewd when it recorded how his thick girthy length disappeared into your puffy pink folds. The muffled cries of you into the pillow.

"So fucking wet, you never got her that wet right?" he spoke with a breathy voice, hand caressing your other cheek, before smacking it, what made you cry out even more, babbling his name. So clear it was you who he fucked, kinda talking to the man who treated you so bad over the video.

"She is such a good girl, with such a talk active pussy." he praised before grabbing a good chunk of your ass, kinda exposing the way your pussy took him, how fast he was slamming back and forth, having you nearly cross-eyed. The obsence squelch of it, how your cunt dripped down his shaft.

"You would have just need to treat her right..." he snickered before he holds the phone a little higher, on your creamy skin there was still the slight red hand print of him, when he smacked your ass again, what you seemed to like, because you squeezed his dick when he did it.

"Come, on pretty, tell him that you are mine, yeah?" he cooed, capturing the way your back arched so pretty for him, before his hand sneaked forward to your hair. Grabbing it before tugging gently, to gave you a chance to say when you don't like it. But hell, you were gone, so gone. Loving every second of getting stuffed so full. Making you even more hot being taking like this, from behind, on display for your ex to see. When he said you were his, having your wall fluttering.

"All yours Baji....aahhh." you managed to say, before he yanked back your head slightly on your hair, having it all on the video he recorded how he pounded that sweet cunt of yours. With pulling your hair.

"See, gorgeous girl is too busy right now, can't answer you, asshole. Busy taking every inch of me." he hissed, tugging on the silky strands of hair before nearly pulling out just so his tip was inside you, slamming back.

"Fuck...gonna...baby." you cried out, so cute for him, calling him baby for the first time. He loved just everything of it.

Tongue lolling out, you were cross-eyed and just couldn't help yourself.

"Yeah, show him how good you cum from my cock. Let him see what he lost." he chuckled before fucking you even faster, feeling how his own balls draw up tight, making him feel all the tingles in his lower abdomen, shit you felt like heaven right now, and he had it on fucking camera.

But when you finally came, it was not just like every other orgasm. Your legs shaking, and you were so loud, such a moaner, and you couldn't even hide your head in the pillow since he pulled on your hair. Making it feel so much better.

Before he felt how you fucking grabbed him like a vice. Squirting around his shaft, making himself cum, and shooting a thick white load inside you. Kinda pulling out as you sprayed your juices over his cock, and abdomen, making it glisten with your juices.

Baji groaned, cum leaking out of the slit of his cock.

"Shit...such a naughty girl, soaking all the sheets." he whispered, capturing with the last seconds how his cum dribbled out of you, before sending that snap to your ex.

When the snap was sent, he threw the phone next to him, before holding you close. Wanting to make you feel loved, even when he fucked you, filthy enough for you to squirt. You were vulnerable, but you never felt better. The way he kissed your temple. As you tried to catch your breath.

"Did I just-" you wanted to ask, as you felt the wet sheets underneath you.

"Oh, like a damn fountain, girl. But it was hot." he laughed, pulling you against his chest as you two sat there.

"Did you meant it?" you asked him then, as you slowly came down. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, leaning his face over your shoulder.

"That I want you to be mine?" he asked you, attentively listening. You nodded then, before you tried to look over your shoulder.

"Otherwise I wouldn't have started this. You are perfect, and believe me, I do anything...to see that pretty smile. Besides the fact that I love your pussy..." he started, and you could feel your cheeks heat up.

"I do love you, your person, the way you care..." he added, making you feel butterflies in your tummy, that you finally allowed to have when seeing him.

"I... I, it is weird to say, after I just had a break-up...but I love you too. You listen to me, even when I cried, you were there, when no one else was." you confessed so softly, as he simply holds you in his strong arms, making you feel safe and content. That never happened to you after sex, and you just adored it.

Then your eyes drifted over to your phone, you saw how your ex-boyfriend had opened the snap.

"He will be furious." you murmured, leaning back into his embrace that was making you feel so warm and cozy.

"I hope he will, it is his fault after all. I never had been so mean, when he would have shut the fuck up for a damn day. Letting me making you forget all the useless tears you shed." he spoke then with a sigh.

"I don't make you cry, except when fucking you. Just so you know." Baji said right into your ear, inhaling your scent. Before he switched positions. Laying down, grabbing your waist to straddle him. Looking a little mischievous.

"Hm? Again?" you asked, looking down. "Someone needs to make up for the time he didn't make you cum, cupcake. And I would die for, when I can just see these pretty tits bounce for me..." he chuckled... His gaze was filled not just with the need to have you, but adoring and loving you.

Loving every inch of your being...

@pearldaisy @bajisdarling 💖

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

heyy, ignore this till ur requests are open, but i just had the best idea EVER. I've been needing some angst so... can i please get hc w reader saying their safe word w pietro and tan? xoxo

(btw can I be 🇺🇸🦅 anon?

hii lovie!! I couldn’t wait til when they’re open😭 when you sent this in, I was having thoughts about writing something like this, on the EXACT same day!! so I had to write it straight away. sue me but I love stuff like this. and yes you can:) thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

SAYING THE SAFE WORD

tangerine x fem!reader || pietro maximoff x fem!reader

word count. 761

warnings. angst (bc I love it) with comfort!! suggestive but minimal use of sexual words or descriptions. contents of ask

I feel like tangerine is always very attentive, always looking at you - studying your reactions, watching how expressive you are while he's inside you. so he frequently checks you're okay ( he's probs really big, so he's worried (??) about hurting you ) he'd see how your brows knit, but different than usual - not in pleasure. he'll pause movements, asking if you're still okay, and you'll say yeah ( trying to brush off the tinge of pain you're feeling ) because of the way you said yeah, he's a bit hesitant, so he goes extra slow. his brows would furrow and his neck would cock - watching you intently, seeing how your eyes screw closed, how you'd bite down on your lip or how your features contort

then you'd quietly murmur the safe word, maybe covering your face with your hands as if you're shielding yourself. he doesn't need to hear you properly to know what you just said. he'd very slowly pull out ( not wanting to cause you any discomfort ) he'd balance on one arm beside you and with the other would try to pry away your hands so he could see and cup your face. he'd be very soft and loving, whispering, "what's going on? love? talk to me, tell me what's going on," maybe he thumbs away and/or kisses your stray tear, his face very empathetic. "did I hurt you? did something happen?" he kinda rambles with it, not knowing how you're feeling or what to say or do. maybe it's the first time you've said it, and he feels awful about it. he tells you how sorry he is and kisses your cheek, asking you to tell him what's wrong

he's very sweet with you, and you appreciate it, maybe you don't feel like talking right now, so you ask to cuddle for a bit. he doesn't try to pursue anything else with you, even if you ask for it. you'd cuddle in silence ( spooning ) but his head would be very loud - questions and guilt spinning around. he tells you he loves you, softly speaking behind your ear, you tell him that you know and kiss his hand, holding it close to your chest ( heart bc 🥲 )

I feel like with pietro he often gets a little carried away with things, so he'd be working you up in more ways than one - his hands and lips all over you. maybe he forgets you don't have the same stamina and tolerance as him, so time slips his mind sometimes. maybe it's been a couple rounds, and he's been teasing you too much - doing you too good for too long

he'd have his eyes closed, maybe his face tucked into the crook of your neck - he can't really see you. maybe you make a cry-like noise, but he's not able to differentiate it from the others just yet. you'd have silent tears streaming down your face and would mumble the safe word - barely audible. he thinks it's a choked-out mutter and that you're rambling, so you say it again a few times - mushing the words together because of how quickly you're saying it. he'd piece it together quickly and would whip his head up to look at you, his face would display like 7 reactions in 2 seconds - guilt, shame, upset etc and he would snatch himself from you. his hands would instantly cup your cheeks, blurting out how sorry he is. talking very empathetically, "no— aw, no baby, i'm so sorry. you okay? what happened?"

you kinda shake your head, quickly wiping your eyes - maybe shifting up the bed ( to make it extra angsty😏 ) he wouldn't let you get away, he'd follow you, eyes fixed on you - head moving to follow you sorta thing. he'd apologise profusely, telling you how he didn't mean to hurt you and how he got carried away and he was being selfish. he'd hesitantly hold you while you calm/ come down, softly stroking your arm and/ or hand

you'd roll into him, hugging him back and asking if he's okay - and that you're sorry for scaring him. you reassure him you're okay and tell him you love him because you know he feels awfully guilty 

to sum, I think you'd say it with tan bc of how consuming and intense he can be, but with pietro, you'd say it bc of how much he does at the same time or bc of his crazy stamina

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[lvnchh]

Burnt Edges

Abby Anderson x f!reader (with PTSD) 👉🏻original version 👈🏻 Wanted to make another version for my Abby girls so y'all can feel represented too 🫶🏻

I'm a minor and if you want to complain or insult me about it, just don't interact🙏🏻. It's my life, and I'm free to write whatever I want as long as I'm not bothering anyone. Also, please don't judge any grammar mistakes, as English is not my native language. I'm sorry if the whole story isn't that good.

TW: I have PTSD (DIAGNOSED), and what you're about to read is based on my personal experiences. Writing about it is a form of therapy for me. If you are sensitive to topics like violence and domestic violence, please do not continue reading. Thank you🙏🏻

Btw I need more Abby x PTSD reader stories because I want to feel less alone and represented

story below the cut

The WLF base was bustling as usual, soldiers moving in every direction with purpose. It was organized chaos, but the rhythm of it kept your mind just busy enough to not wander too far. You had been here for weeks now, a stray who Abby had somehow decided was worth keeping around. She didn’t talk much about why—just said you seemed “useful” and left it at that.

But tonight, after the day’s drills and patrols, you needed air. The weight in your chest had been building all day, the familiar tightness creeping in. The base was too loud, too crowded, too much like the chaos you used to live in. You found yourself climbing to the roof, the one place no one ever seemed to go.

When the door creaked open behind you, you sighed. So much for solitude.

“Figured I’d find you up here,” Abby said, her voice steady but not unkind.

You turned, finding her leaning casually against the doorway. Her braid hung over her shoulder, and her broad frame filled the space effortlessly. Abby was intimidating at first glance—hell, even second and third glance—but there was something about her that made you feel safe in a way you hadn’t in a long time.

“What gave me away?” you asked, forcing a weak smile as you lit your cigarette.

Abby stepped onto the roof and shrugged. “You disappear when you’re overwhelmed. You’re not as sneaky as you think.”

Her bluntness was typical, but it wasn’t cruel. If anything, it was grounding. She moved to sit beside you, her heavy boots thudding against the concrete as she stretched her legs out.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the distant hum of the base fading into the background. Abby wasn’t much for small talk, and you appreciated that.

“You smoke a lot for someone who can barely keep up on a run,” she teased eventually, smirking as she glanced at you.

You snorted, shaking your head. “Yeah, well… cardio’s overrated.”

“Not when you’re being chased by infected.”

“Fair point.”

Another silence settled, and you found yourself exhaling a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the night. You could feel Abby’s eyes on you, her curiosity barely masked. She wasn’t the kind to pry, but she wasn’t one to let something slide if she thought it mattered.

“You’ve been… off today,” she said after a moment, her voice quieter than usual.

You stiffened, gripping the cigarette between your fingers. “What do you mean?”

Abby shrugged, leaning back on her hands. “You didn’t even flinch when Manny cracked a joke at you earlier. Usually, you’d at least roll your eyes. Something’s eating at you.”

You hesitated, the weight in your chest growing heavier. Abby wasn’t wrong, but the idea of saying it out loud felt suffocating. Still, the look she gave you—patient, steady—made you feel like maybe you could.

“It’s… nothing,” you muttered at first, then winced at her unimpressed scoff. “Okay, fine. It’s not nothing. It’s just—this place. The noise, the shouting, the slamming doors. It reminds me of… home.”

Abby tilted her head, her brows knitting slightly. “Home?”

You took another drag of your cigarette, the smoke burning your throat. “My dad. let’s just say he wasn’t exactly Father of the Year material. Yelling was the least of it.”

You didn’t elaborate, but Abby’s sharp eyes softened, her expression shifting from curiosity to something that looked like understanding.

“Shit,” she muttered, leaning forward. “I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well,” you said, flicking the ash off your cigarette, “it’s not exactly something I put on my résumé.”

Abby huffed a laugh at that, but it was soft, almost careful. She leaned back again, her gaze fixed on the skyline. “That why you’re always so jumpy?”

You nodded, not bothering to deny it. “PTSD’s a hell of a ride.”

She was quiet for a moment, the tension between you settling into something heavier but not unwelcome. “I can’t even imagine what that’s like,” she said finally, her voice low. “But… I get the needing space part. I didn’t grow up with that kind of shit, but since… since everything with my dad and the Fireflies, sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe when things get too loud.”

Her admission caught you off guard, and you turned to look at her. For all her strength, Abby carried a weight too. It was different from yours, but it was still there, etched into the set of her jaw and the faint lines around her eyes.

“Well,” you said, smirking despite the heaviness in your chest, “guess we’re both a little screwed up.”

“Guess so,” Abby agreed, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

You took one last drag of your cigarette before stubbing it out against the concrete. Then, without thinking, you added, “What can I say? My PTSD made me hotter.”

Abby blinked, staring at you for a moment before bursting into a laugh—a real, genuine laugh that echoed into the night. It was rare to hear her laugh like that, and you couldn’t help but grin, feeling a little lighter just from the sound.

“You’re ridiculous,” she said, shaking her head as she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, but you love it,” you shot back, leaning back on your hands with a smug smile.

Abby rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her expression betrayed her. “Don’t push your luck, rookie.”

[luvyunjinxo]

I'll make you feel better || jang wonyoung g!p x fem!reader

CW: mentions of cheating (do not cheat ever it's just for this fic 😡), g!p wonyoung, body worship, toxic relationship mentions, squirting & not proofread lmk if I missed one! (kinda longer than my usual fics btw)

you felt awful. walls felt like they were caving in and your emotions were taking over, not to mention it felt like your life was over. you had just walked into your newly ex-boyfriend cheating.

for context, you just got off of work texting wonyoung saying how happy you were to finally see him after a long day. BUT. you and wonyoung had this thing. It was a type of tension between each other, something that you and him never had. You felt it, and she did too. yet, you denied your feelings for her always because you knew it was wrong.

continuing, you walked into your shared apartment with him and heard noises more like groaning coming from your room? You honestly thought it was just him jacking off or something which you were honestly excited for but instead you saw something else.

your heart sunk, broke, and suddenly you're on the floor. crying and screaming out curses "why would you do this to me!?"

"baby please, it's not what it looks like." he lied. what a fucking liar. he was literally just fucking a girl on the bed two seconds ago like crazy.

"I just felt lonely without you here, I love you so so much." he screamed back while trying to kiss your hands. cringey and pathetic. you told him that he was kicked out and never to come back to your place again, since you were technically the one who bought it for both of you.

he packed his stuff and left for good. blocking his number, throwing out his toothbrush and everything else he forgot. you were a mess and you could tell, so was he. but who the fuck cares he cheated?

the next day now, still not doing well. you were forced to go to college by your strict parents so you had nothing to do but comply, and just go. You didn't tell wonyoung about what happened yet but you were planning to. you showed up to the class you had to go to which apparently wonyoung was in too.

now was finally the chance to tell her. she sat next to you like always, exchanging secrets always. but this time it was different. She looked at your eyes while she sat down and saw your red eyes and eye bags.

she was so worried about you. she really did love you. she didn't tell you, yet but she has a big crush on you but you just couldn't realize it fully. she scooted closer to you and tucked your hair behind your ear. with that she also lifted up your chin with her finger just so you could look at her. "butterflies😻" was all you could think of in your head.

"whats wrong y/nnie? what happened to you?"

"I d-didn't tell you yet but, he cheated as soon as I got home yesterday andicouldntcallyoubecauseiwasacryingmessand-"

you were talking to fast and you got cut off with her finger going on your lips. tears were threatening to fall out any moment now just by talking ab this topic.

too late. you were already crying so hard that you ran to the bathroom without notice and had wonyoung running after you like a crazy person.

guys this was like a k-drama really. running through the wide halls of the college and finally finding a bathroom at least 2 minutes away, you have slowed down. wonyoung caught up to you eventually as your pace slowed.

now walking there together to clean you up, you both made it and got 10 tissues. It was a cute moment:( . wonyoung looking at you straight in the eyes while wiping your tears with the tissue.

you were against the wall right next to the sink still crying and sniffing. There was that tension again. both of you now looking each other deeply. you got lost in her beautiful eyes.

you swear she was about to go in for it. getting more bold and eager she stopped wiping your tears and went to focusing on your soft lips that stood out to her the most. this was so bad. just getting out of a relationship and already falling for someone new.

all you needed right now was wonyoung. and wonyoung needed you. she now has trapped you with both of her arms, one on the left and one on the right so you could not escape from her.

"y/n, I know you feel this between us and I'm letting you know I'm about to do something to make you feel good."

you nodded eagerly as she smashed her lips onto yours. making out deeply. and shit, she was so pretty. moans slipped out of your lips as your tongues fight for dominance and wonnie being a switch, she still won.

realizing you were making out in the bathroom made it hotter for you. the feeling of getting caught frightened you, but who cares at this point.

you pulled away with a string of saliva leaving both of your lips. "you know were gonna get in trouble by the professor right?"

"yeah I know. but its worth it." she smirked, took your hand and lead you to her car.

you didn't know where she was driving to but I guess it was your apartment. one hand on the wheel while the other is gripping your thigh. THAT WAS SO HOT TO YOU.

it was supposed to be an innocent make-out session but now your starting to feel things. your getting more drenched and wet you just couldn't help but think about all the stuff she could do to you right now. and if she did you would gladly let her. god, you were such a loser for her.

on the way to your apartment unlocking your door with your keys, you bent down to take your shoes off and place them on your rack. she couldn't help but seem to notice and slap your ass<3. sorry just had to say it because she actually did. your dumbass let out a moan because of how needy you were. any touch from wonyoung would sink into your horniness.

"was that a moan l/n y/n?" she smacks your ass again, you covering your mouth trying not to make any noise this time.

"no let it out?.. I wanna hear you." one last slap and being the loser you are for her, the loudest moan possible slipped out.

no questions asked, you were now being pushed onto the bed while she crawled over your body, topping you.

wonyoung stripping you completely but also pinning your hands above your head.

"you look so pretty like this y/n, you were always mine in the first place not his." she says while brushing your torso with her slender hand admiring your body.

she was touching you so well. the places where you were sensitive at most. She started to kiss your neck sloppily, leaving marks all around you so everyone knows your hers now. all you could do is lay back and love what she is doing to you.

"wait y/n .. can y-you uhm ride my face? .." awh how cute. she was being shy for once. no questions asked again, you complied and sat on her face slowly, not wanting to suffocate her.

"fuck! wonyoung thats s-so fast!" you screamed out as her tongue kept flicking up and down in a consistent pace which left you a mess. you were moaning so much the neighbors could hear you at that point.

"yeah, can he fuck you like this? hm?"she groaned in a husky voice, also a little mumbly because of your thighs making her suffocated.

"I-I .. no .." funny how you can't breathe because of her fucking your brains out so good.

still eating you out, she has pulled down her baggy jeans to pull out her cock. shitttt, you had to admit you wanted some of that. she got off to the thought of you coming all over her face and the thought of you moaning her names and dirty stuff you could never imagine.

You looked behind only to see her getting off to your moaning and so much precum was dripping out from her.

"ive b-been waiting so long f-for this, please I'll be good for y-you and only you." you sobbed.

"I'm really gonna c-come!" screaming out loud so everyone could hear you at this point.

"sh-shit your body is stunning. i-im coming too!" you were confused and didnt know where that compliment came from but all you know is that you were squirting all over Jang Wonyoung's face ..

you immediately collapsed onto her titties which led to you sucking them while she started to ride out of her orgasm.

"looks like you need help cleaning up a little?" wonyoung chuckled and nod making you give her head.

your tiny mouth was swirling over the tip eating all her cum. so sweet yet so bitter, just how you liked it. she didn't like the way you were teasing her so she pushed your head down a little farther making you gag. all good though because you made her cum again<3.

while you guys were all cleaned up again and under the sheets together naked, you cuddled and confessed to each other in the endd. it all worked out.

- I'll make you feel better.

I'm sorry if this was rushed because it def was 💔