#it's going to happen again im going to miss my bus again and it will be her fault i know this

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

PLEASE I NEED MLM JAMES IM GETTING BLUE BALLED OVER HERE

A/n: So I'm actually leaving (my house, not Tumblr) tomorrow, I thought I was leaving tonight but it got moved to tomorrow. I will still release fics today just slowly. Anyway, JAMES X M!READER SMUT IS HERE WOOT WOOT

Warnings: smut, rough sex, reader sucks himself off, homophobia, degradation, use of slurs (I’m gay I swear), use of toys, masturbation, sextapes, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, size kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 1

The tour continued, James's mocking continued at full force but you heard less of it because every time he teased you about being gay, getting bent over and fucked like you deserved, you got hard so you ran away.

You got crafty in your hiding, managing to avoid him for entire days at a time before he would eventually cross your path and it all came out again. "Where's your little rainbow?" He called as you hurried down the hall. "Is it taking the form of a plug?" You shot him a look and kept walking.

You never had any sex toys, you had a hand or a woman, you never had a need for them. You were tucked away in a bunk on a bus with some of the crew. You hid under the sheets and closed your curtain, keeping yourself hidden even though it was the middle of the night and everyone was sleeping. You kept getting hard, every time you thought about him or saw him, even just hearing him made your cock twitch. Of course, at night was the worst because you just couldn't get away from it, your thoughts dragged you back to that closet with him degrading you, his cock filling your throat.

You bit down on a pillow to muffle your moans as you desperately stroked your cock, aching for a release that wouldn't come. You did this every night, nothing came of it, even after you let yourself think of him touching you instead, nothing.

With tears in your eyes, desperation clawing at your insides, you let go of your leaking cock and reached behind, fingers grazing your ass. It was weird at first, you pushed a finger against that elastic flesh and it gave way. You tried to pretend your finger was just inside a woman, what would she like, how she'd like it. When you curled that finger you gasped, finally getting what you'd been searching for.

Picturing a woman was good for figuring out what to do, but it didn't get you off. You needed James to get you off. You listened to interviews of him, getting off to Metallica's music, using whatever you could to get off. It came around to bite you in the ass when you had to carry things around with you to hide your painful erection just in case you happened to hear his booming voice over the big speakers that were set up to fill the entire arena.

When you got back on the bus, though, when you shoved your face into a pillow and reached behind your back and pumped a finger in and out of you, that's when it was ok, when it was all worth it. You got your work done and you rewarded yourself for it after every hard day, and it was definitely hard all day. And by it, well, heh, let's just say... my peanit

The tour was coming to an end, which meant you weren't going to be seeing Metallica every day, you wouldn't hear James live -even if he was calling you a faggot or something, you needed relief after every interaction and you liked it that way.

Returning home was hard, the first week you spent sleeping, then you were supposed to go back to your old life. Except every night you had your ass in the air and were moaning out for James. His fingers were thicker, his voice was rougher, he was older. Your fingers were taking longer to make you cum and it wasn't feeling as good, you got desperate again, alone in your apartment with no relief.

Porn was a bust but it gave you an idea, all those guys you started following on twitter had toys...

They were much too big for you, too textured and the list went on, but as you kept watching them you knew that's what you wanted inside you, you wanted to feel the stretch, feel it pumping deep inside you.

You went to a sex shop and found the perfect one, for a later date. It was big, nine inches or so it said on the box, it looked like a unicorn horn with the way it wrapped around itself, had bumps littering the surface; quite possibly the best part was that it was rainbow, that comment James had made rung around in your head still. You bought it then and there along with a much smaller toy, a measly little four inch dildo that just looked like a lime green dick. It was weird but it was a start, and it vibrated so you figured it couldn't be that bad.

Never having been a shy person you posted them to your twitter account, saying it mostly as a joke, making a joke remark about them totally being for the girlfriend you didn't have. You never expected the attention that post got, people begging to see a picture of the toys in use, offering to pay you for videos.

Your first time using it you recorded it, sticking your phone in front of you and hitting the white button. Unlike the rainbow horn the green one didn't have a suction, just matching green balls to work as a flared base. Feeling a proper tip hit your hole was odd at first but you quickly grew to like it.

Your ass was doused in lube and after getting used to snapping your wrist right you were fucking yourself on a toy, recording yourself moaning out for James until you came.

The video was uploaded to Twitter, people loved it but requested a better camera, better lighting, an OnlyFans to pay for it all. Your eyes lit up at all of it.

You weren't gay, you didn't get off to watching other guys get off, you got off to the envy of having toys in them, of getting fucked. You weren't gay, you just had creative ways to get off, including the abuse of every sexual organ.

You were free of James for a while, now having something else to focus on. Fun, lots of cum, money? Within a few months you got out of your apartment to a nicer one with a spare room just for your little escapades. You had to mute the videos or put music over them to hide your moans, so no one would hear you begging for James to move faster.

There was a dull ache in your legs that you prided yourself in, it was technically exercise, enjoyable exercise. Amongst the videos you'd also post pictures of yourself. "My ass has been looking great since I started doing these" you'd caption a photo of you in your boxers, ass facing the mirror. You covered your face, keeping out of frame, not risking people finding you now that it was a little more serious.

It was all going great, then you got the email about another tour with Metallica. You weren't going to turn it down, of course, you still loved the music and James was manageable, right?

A week into the tour and that was the biggest mistake you'd ever made. You were told the bus the get into after the show, there was always moving around and switching buses so you thought nothing of it, getting on the new bus.

Your face paled as you looked up and saw your body on the screen, James seated across from it. You hadn't realized it was his bus. "Glad you could make it, playboy." He mused, palming himself through his jeans. "Why don't you show me your toys, huh? I'm sure you brought a few to get you through the tour, didn't you?" You stared at him blankly, eyes wide and mortified at his discovery. Was this why you were brought back onto the crew? "Show me." He repeated more sternly.

You slowly made your way to him, feeling like you were in a dream and the aisle just kept getting longer and longer. You were stood in front of him now, bags in hand. He took your bags and dug through the first one, not finding anything, then he went through the second one and pulled out a black bag, raising a brow at you as he held it up. "I already found your bathroom stuff, so this has got to be it, right?" He asked. You just gave a weak nod and clenched your fists tighter, knowing there was nothing to be done.

He unzipped the bag, a smirk spreading over his face as he looked into the bag. He pulled out a newer one a fan had bought for you, a silicone dildo from a monster fucking site, some kind of demon cock. You'd been saving it for the tour, thinking it would be something special, not quite this special though.

James set the bag aside and got up, sticking it to the seat across from him before sitting back down. "Go fuck yourself for daddy." He mused, smiling proudly up at you. You stayed still a moment before pulling your shirt off, you weren't sure why you were agreeing to it, all you had to do was say no, run, do something other than obey his every command. You could already feel yourself getting hard in your pants.

You swallowed thickly, pushing your jeans down, letting him see your growing erection through the thin fabric of your boxers. "Whore." He teased, palming himself through his own jeans again. Your gaze lingered there, watching him. "Oh, you like that? Like that I'm getting off to this?"

You stood up a little taller, still just in your boxers. "Doesn't make you any less gay than I am." You bit, his expression fell to one of anger.

"It definitely does if you're the one getting a plastic dick shoved up your ass." He growled, reaching forward and spanking you hard, making you yelp. James dug through the bag and threw a bottle of lube at you.

You picked it off the floor, taking a last glance at him before dropping your boxers and stepping out of them. You popped open the bottle and squirted some onto two fingers, cheeks heating up as you were hit by a train of realization; standing there, naked, in front of James, touching yourself, lubing yourself up.

"Turn around, I wanna see." He bit, you did as he asked, turning around to show you two fingers slipping between your ass, spreading lube over the tight hole that glimmered in the light that hit the watery coating. You slipped a finger in, needing to bite your lip to muffle the moan you almost let out. "Dirty whore." James muttered.

You pumped your fingers in and out of your ass, scissoring the tight hole. Your breathing was heavy, soft moans leaving you as you prepped yourself. "Alright, that's enough." James said. "Get on the toy." He ordered, gesturing to the dildo.

"I-I'm not ready, James." You muttered, knowing it would hurt without more prep.

"Did I ask if you were ready?" He asked in a firm voice. "I said, get on the fucking dick, you fucking fag!" You flinched, hoping he wouldn't notice your cock twitching.

You pulled your fingers out and moved to the toy, straddling the couch and hovering over the toy. You got some more lube and gave the toy a generous coating before pressing the tip to your ass. Then you heard a clicking sound and glanced back to find James holding his phone in one hand, recording you, his cock in his other hand. You let out a moan at just the sight of his beast, red tip pulsing just for you. Your weight slipped and you took the tip of the toy in.

"There you go." James mused, stroking himself slowly. "Needed a camera to get you going, huh? How much you think this'll make you?" You were still getting used to the bulbous tip, hesitantly letting more of your weight fall on it. "Answer me."

"I-I don't know..?" You said weakly, taking more.

"You don't know?" James asked getting up and standing behind you. He grabbed your hip, threatening to push you down the rest of the way.

"A-a couple hundred?" You said, panic in your voice as you looked back at him. James seemed fairly pleased with that answer, still, he forced you to take the rest of the toy before sitting back down in his seat with a deep grunt. Being impaled on the thing made you scream, a loud moan ripping from you.

"Bounce." He ordered. Your body didn't move, you expected James to yell at you but he didn't, just gave you a minute to recuperate. He wasn't all bad... Maybe he even cared a little, because he let you wait. Just that once he let you wait.

You lifted your hips slightly, adjusting your position and dropping your hips again. It easily hit your prostate and deeper, making it easier to keep going. The sting was still there but it wasn't your main focus when it was feeling so good.

The bus started moving, you held the back of the couch a little tighter, spreading your legs further. The vehicle filled with your moans that just got louder and louder the better you felt, bouncing proudly on your toy, cock hitting the leather seat every time you went down.

James was still sitting across from you, recording you, your ass taking all of the toy in, pink balls tapping the seat. He was grunting watching you, stroking himself fast to keep up with your pace. "Fuck, look at you, way past telling me your straight, only thing straight about you is your fucking dick when I tell you what to do."

"Oh, fuck, yes, daddy!" You moaned out, not caring about the consequences anymore.

James paused a moment, staring at you in shock. He'd called himself daddy once or twice as a joke, hearing you say it... it was almost akin to a groupie. "Fuck did you just call me?" You didn't stop, to into it, so close to the finish line.

You reached for you dick, stroking it fast. "Daddy! Hah, I'm so-! I'm so close, daddy!" You moaned, throwing your head back in pleasure.

James got up, wrapping an arm around your midsection and lifting you off the toy, making you whine. He was fuming, as was his hard-on. He went you over the small table nearby and handed you the phone, leaning over your body, so much bigger than you it felt. "Record yourself getting fucked back into the woman you were meant to be, bitch." He growled, a harsh hand coming down on your ass, eyes sparkling at the thought of him finally fucking you.

His hands held your hips tightly, only letting go to align his cock with your ass. "So fucking stretched, aren't you? Used up hole, only clean because no real dick wants you." You whined as the tip went in, James groaned lowly. "Take it like a good slut." He muttered, thrusting his full length into you. Your eyes shot open, he felt better than you thought he would.

You had quite a few toys now, vibrators, textures, some bigger than others in different ways, but nothing even compared to the real thing. Your jaw dropped open as he set a rough pace, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in, and he wasn't slow about it either. His hand came down again. "Heard you in those fucking videos, begging for me to fuck you, calling out my name. You're quiet now, aren't you, bitchboy?" He asked, spanking you again.

"Oh god, daddy!" You moaned, trying to keep holding the phone but it was hard when you could barely think straight. Your moans grew even louder, you caught James's smirk in the camera, only encouraging you to be more vocal.

"That's it, scream for me, scream for daddy." You squeezed him tight and he roared out a groan, eyes rolling back. "Fuck, you're tight, guess fake dick isn't enough." Your body bounced up and down the table, small cock whipping back and forth at James's rough pace, pulsing and aching to cum.

"Please-! Please, daddy, lemme cum! I-I'll be good, I'll be so good for you!" James's dick twitched inside you, loving when you begged. You reached a hand down, struggling before grabbing your cock and stroking your pathetic length.

"Let the camera see, let them see how much you love being dicked down." Your hand was shaky, you were scared to drop the phone but you managed, moaning louder, whinier, getting more desperate every passing second until you finally came. You saw stars, James's hitting your prostate head on. It felt like it would never end, thick strings of cum shooting from your swollen tip, tight balls getting milked.

Finally, James pulled out of you, letting you see the puddle of your cum on the floor. Your moment of ecstasy didn't last long before James was manhandling you into a new position.

He laid you on the couch on your back, sitting between your legs while keeping a foot on the ground for stability. He lifted your hips and pulled you back, shoving himself back into you while you mewled helplessly. Your eyes widened as he folded you in half, pushing himself impossibly deeper into you.

Your cock was twitching back to life, already leaking pre, mixed with cum, over your stomach and chest. He hooked your knees over his shoulders. "Want daddy to breed you, don't you?" He asked, getting a response from your walls clenching around him. "Already becoming the perfect woman, huh?" He gave your ass a pat. "We'll get you a rack soon enough, buy you pretty panties and make you fill 'em with cum." You were moaning already and he hadn't even started moving yet.

James put more of his weight on you, folding you more. "Suck it." He ordered. It took you a minute to realize what he meant, your dick dangling in front of your face. Your eyes widened but he was waiting patiently.

You stretched your neck, tongue sticking out so you could lick the tip. James groaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair and folding your further until you had your whole dick in your mouth. "I said suck it." He emphasized with a snap of his hips, repeated the motion again even after you hollowed your cheeks on your length. James took the phone from you and made sure the camera could see your predicament. "Fuck, look at you..." He groaned, his own cock pulsing at the sight. "Let's see what happens if I just..." He trailed, taking the hand on your hip to your balls and squeezing them.

Your eyes rolled back, deepthroating yourself as your came. James's hips sputtered, the sigh nearly enough to make him cum. He pulled away, letting your body roll out again, but you weren't done cumming, spurts of it landing all over your face and chest, leading all the way down to your stomach. Your body was twitching.

James stared in awe as you gargled your cum. He dropped his phone and pulled you up, making you swallow. "Gonna ride me now." He stated, sitting properly and pulling you into his lap. You weren't fighting him, eyes a little glazed over but you'd let him do anything to you at this point if it meant him loving you.

He didn't bother with you actually trying to ride him, that would get him nowhere with how fucked out you were. He just held your hips and moved you himself, smiling widely at the bulge he made in your stomach, your cock twitching again. "Good boy." He purred, the name making you fully erect.

"M'a good boy..." You mumbled, holding onto his shoulders. James nodded, moving you a little faster, his own breathing becoming harder, his focus less on fucking you now and just chasing his high.

"Gonna be a good wife one day." His teeth grit together, breathing coming hard. "Taking it whenever I want, all of it." His hips bucked up into yours, it was easier to fuck up into you than it was to have you ride him. Your eyes crossed, tongue lolling out as you neared another orgasm. James was close too, and you squeezing him wasn't helping. His rhythm became erratic, fast and he was barely pulling out at this point. "Fuck-fuck! Gonna cum, gonna fill your fucking womb!" He growled, thrusting a last few times before coming with a guttural groan and holding you firmly in his lap, your own cum dribbling down your cock and balls.

James held you for a moment longer, coming down from his high before pushing you off his lap. You landed on the ground with a thud, body weak and looking up at him with wide eyes and a pout tugging at your lips.

"There's a shower, unless you feel like sucking me dry." He said, spreading his legs and patting his thigh. You hurried right over.

[maretriarch]

called into the managers office to basically be told yeah i know you cant work weekend nights bcs the last bus is 6 minutes after we close but im going to schedule you for that time slot anyways and (in a tone that indicates he doesnt gaf at all) ill try my best to TRY and not schedule you then i GUESS but yknow we had to move a lot of peoples schedules around when you were in the hospital on your States Right To Medical Leave because you were dying and looked like a paper mache draugr and yknow ive had to get motels working for goodwill before so we all have to do our part

[phagodyke]

ALMOST FORGOT MY MEDS THIS MORNING...

[igorluvr]

‘LOVE AND LATTES | kang dae-ho x reader

PAIRING: kang dae-ho x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: during the games, dae-ho promised to take you on a proper first date. now that you had both successfully made it out, he was going to keep his promise

CONTENT: fluff, literally the tiniest bit of angst, kinda corny, trauma, kissing on the first date smh, reader is implied to be black

AUTHORS NOTE: tryna get a lot of fics out for u guys bcs almost 400 likes on my first ??? omg yall r so sweet i swearrr, tysmm !!! ngl this might be kinda bad bcs im too tired to read over it …

word count: [2.5k]

IT’S been around 3 days since you got out of those hellish games, and you still can’t seem to process it. There was so much death, you felt guilty for taking the money, but it was your only chance at having a way out.

After surviving and splitting the money with a good handful of people, you found yourself dropped off in a dark alleyway. With only a large duffel bag at your side, you felt lost, unsure of where to go.

Eventually, you made your way to a bus station and caught a ride back to your apartment. It took a while to adjust to being in the real world again, a world where a gun wasn’t being held up to your head every hour of the day.

You remembered how you met the sweetest boy there. Kang Dae-ho. He was everything you could’ve asked for. The perfect man, met at a perfectly terrible time. Your mind flashed back to the end of mingle game.

‘I swear, when we get out of here I’m gonna take you on a real date. No guards, no games, just us two and the future ahead of us, okay?’ Dae-ho promised, cupping your face gently in his hands.

‘I love you with all of my heart, and I wanna see you when this is all over. We can move in with eachother and spend everyday in eachothers arms.’ He rambled with tears in his eyes, ‘I can’t lose you.’

Now in the present day, you wished you’d spend more time with him. You thought back to the last day in the games, when you wrote your number on his hand, hoping it wouldn’t be wiped off by the guards before he got home so you could live out the future you planned.

As the days passed, you lost hope in being able to reunite with your lover. Memories of him flashed through your mind. “Fuck, Dae-ho.” you whispered, “If only I had one more day with you..” and as if on cue, you heard your phone ring.

You stared for a couple seconds, confused as to who it could be. ‘It wouldn’t be Dae-ho, would it?’ With an ounce of hope left in your mind, you hurried and clicked the green answer button.

Silence lingered, then you heard a voice that made your heart explode.

“Hello?” Dae-ho’s wavering voice sounded “Is this you?”

You jumped up in joy, feeling a huge smile stretch across your face.

“Oh my God, Dae-ho!! It’s actually you!!” You exclaimed. “I missed you so much I thought we’d never talk again.”

A relieved sigh came from the other line, followed by a slight laugh. “I missed you more. How have you been? Where are you? Do you want me to come over?” he bombarded

“Okay woah, I can tell you missed me. I’m doing good, well better than I was a couple days ago, I’m at my house, and yes, I would love for you to come” You answered

The line went quiet for a moment, making you wonder if you’d lost the connection. Just as concern started to creep in, Dae-ho spoke again “Do you remember that promise I made before we got out?”

Of course you remember, his words have been playing on repeat in your mind like a record. Your heart skipped a beat as you thought of it actually coming true. You muttered a quick ‘mhm’ for him to continue.

“Tomorrow, meet me at the cafe down the street from that big market. I don’t know where you stay, so if it’s too far tell me and I’ll call you an uber.” he planned, “Dress up, even though I know you’ll look amazing in anything” You felt the butterflies in your stomach form as he carried on about what’ll happen the next day.

As the conversation came to a close and you got ready for bed, you found yourself thinking of any possible scenario that could happen tomorrow, good and bad.

‘What if my hair doesn’t cooperate?’

‘What if he doesn’t like how I look anymore?’

‘What if he’s setting me up?’

All these unlikely events start to run through your mind and it caused you to be overwhelmed with everything happening. When drifting off to sleep, you hope that everything turns out right.

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You woke up to a constant ‘ding’ blaring through your room every 10 seconds. Immediately, you pressed the power button on your phone thinking maybe you’d accidentally set an alarm. When it didn’t subside after this, you groggily opened your phone to locate the noise.

There were about 15 notifications from Dae-ho, them all texting you as if you’d died in your sleep or something.

A pool of ‘are you awake?’ and ‘are you okay?’ flooded on your lock screen. Not wanting him to worry any further, you decided to text him back

‘goodmorninggg, i’m up now sorry 😭 im okay, how are you?’ You typed, half asleep.

Immediately, your message was read and the bubbles on the left side of the screen appeared.

‘I’m okay. Why do you sleep so late? You scared me.’ the message read. You hadn’t even realized the time. ‘2:26pm’ the clock read. You always had a bad habit of sleeping in but it had gotten unusually bad after getting back from the games.

You quickly apologized in your message, explaining your situation to which he swiftly understood. As the conversation progressed, you discussed your date. You were the type of person that needed to know every detail before doing something, especially something like this.

The both of you decided to meet there at 7pm, to give you time to get ready, and to dress up—but not too much. To be honest, you weren’t sure if you guys had the same definition of too much but you decided to put it aside for now.

Immediately after you guys finished discussing the details, you rushed to get ready. Even though you had 4 hours, it didn’t seem like nearly enough time to see him.

The closet was your first thought, since you basically lived by the rule of getting dressed first, doing hair, then putting on makeup. You scanned your closet for anything that would impress Dae-ho.

It took about 30 minutes alone to pick out an outfit. You decided on a long black dress you bought for your halloween costume that you never got the chance to wear, due to the pickup for the games occurring the same day. You picked out jewelry and a coat to go with it, since it was the beginning of winter.

After getting dressed, you gathered all your makeup supplies and rushed to the bathroom. Doing your makeup took longer than you wanted it to, but you wanted everything to be perfect since this was the first time you’d see him outside of life-or-death situations.

Every wing of eyeliner had to be just right, your lip gloss needed just the right amount of shine, everything had to reflect how much you cared.

The hair was the part you’d been dreading. You didn’t know if it was the detangling, or getting your part straight, but it gave you a headache just thinking about it.

After stalling for about 20 minutes, you finally built up the strength to start on your hair. Pinterest was your best friend for situations like this. You quickly opened the board labeled “hairstyles” and scrolled through them to find the perfect one.

You’d found this beautiful blown-out hairstyle that would look amazing with your outfit and makeup. Since you knew it would take a long time, you silently braced yourself, this wouldn’t be an easy task. You grabbed the blow dryer, flat iron, heat protectant, and got to work.

In about 2 hours, you had finally finished at 6:50pm. The cafe was about 7 minutes away from you, so you grabbed your stuff and walked out of the door.

The drive there was the worst part. Your stomach was doing somersaults. Even though you’d seen eachother at your literal worsts, it still felt so scary. With all these anxieties flashing through your mind, you managed to push them to the back and keep a confident facade.

As you pulled up, you sent a quick text stating your arrival. You fidgeted with the ends of your dress absentmindedly, spacing out and hoping for the best.

The ding of your phone sent shivers down your spine as a text popped up reading ‘Perfect. Come inside and turn to the left, I’m here.’

You felt like throwing up as you walked up to the entrance of the café. The strong smell of caffeine and pastries hit your nose as you searched for Dae-ho in the warm lights.

Turning left as he instructed, you were met with his beaming face, looking like he’d seen the most beautiful sunrise. His eyes widened in awe, and for a moment, he seemed frozen. The corners of his mouth curled up into an infectious smile, and you felt a rush of warmth, knowing that in this moment, you had completely captivated him.

Almost immediately, he jumped up and gave you an engulfing hug. You didn’t know if it was because you were used to the smell of blood being around him, but he smelled astonishingly good. It was like the best mixture of his natural scent and a very expensive cologne.

As he pulled back slightly, you noticed a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands—delicate white lilies mixed with soft pink roses. “These are for you,” he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “I thought it was only right for our first date.”

His hair was down to his neck, loose and messy, quite different from the bun you were used to seeing him in during the games. The collar of his shirt was casually unbuttoned, too. He looked effortlessly flawless.

“You look… wow. You’re so beautiful,” Dae-ho complimented, sending electric shocks through your veins. A rush of shyness met your face—he really thought of you like that?

“It’s so good to see you,” you said, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and delight. “You look amazing too. I mean, I always thought you were handsome, but just… wow.” You took the bouquet from him, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the flowers.

His laughter danced through the air, a sound that brought you so much peace and clarity. “I’m just glad I could pull myself together after… well, everything.” His smile faded a bit, and you felt the silent weight of shared trauma hovering between you.

“Let’s not think about that tonight ,” you suggested softly, taking a seat across from him. “We deserve a night where those horrible games are the last of our worries.”

“Agreed,” he said, leaning forward, his gaze intensifying. “Tonight is about us, and starting fresh,together.”

As you scanned the cafe, adorned with twinkling fairy lights and the faint piano covers playing in the background,you felt the tension from earlier gradually melt away. You could see other people laughing, having the time of their lives. It felt surreal to be part of such a normal scene after everything you had both endured.

The waitress came up to your table and you both ordered drinks; he went for a dark roast coffee while you chose for a sweet vanilla latte. “It’s nice to be able to actually enjoy these little things.” you ranted, “After everything, I never even thought we’d get here.”

Dae-ho's eyes sparkled with that familiar warmth. “I’ve thought about this moment every day since I got back,” he admitted. “Dreamt about sitting across from you in a place that feels safe, where we can just be us.”

That sentiment made your heart swell. You immersed yourself in his beautiful sunkissed eyes. “What do you want for us, Dae-ho?” You asked, knowing that his answer could make or break you.

He hesitated for a moment, his expression solemn. “I want to build a life with you, whatever that looks like. It could be road trips everyday and always having new experiences together, or a cozy apartment with a beautiful family and no worries. I want us to share everything, the good, the bad—everything.”

The sincerity behind his words wrapped around your heart like a warm, familiar blanket. “I want that too,” you said softly, placing your hand over his. The connection was electric, sending sweet shivers up your body.

As you sipped your drinks, Dae-ho leaned in closer, a serious look in his eyes. “You know, I’ve thought about you every single day since we got out. I really missed you.”

“Really? I missed you too,” you replied, voice full of veracity. “It’s been hard without you.”

He took a long pause, as if he was searching for the right words. “I never realized how much I wanted someone like you in my life. Just knowing you were out there somewhere gave me hope.”

You felt your heart pang at his words, you spent all your life searching for a love like this, it felt so good to finally have it. “It was the same for me too. Every time I felt like giving up I had to remind myself of us, and our future.”

A soft smile grew on his face. “I knew we’d find our way back to each other. I just didn’t know how much it would mean to finally be here, like this.”

“Me either,” you said softly. “I was nervous about tonight. I worried that maybe everything would feel different.” You thought back to earlier and how stupid you were for thinking he would see you differently. This is genuinely all you could've asked for.

Dae-ho shook his head with his eyebrows fixed in a furrow. “I was nervous too, but being with you feels right. I could really see us living a perfect life someday”

Your heart swelled with warmth. With him, you felt like you can just be yourself without any fear. He was genuinely your safe space.

“I promise we’ll stay connected. No matter how hard things get, we’ll keep fighting for each other.” You swore, knowing how your past relationships ended and wanting to break the cycle.

“Thank you, really. It means the world to me,” Dae-ho said sincerely, his eyes meeting yours. “I just want us to have a future, no matter how hard it'll be.”

“Yeah, me too,” you replied, feeling a sense of calm settle over you. “It’s comforting to have someone you know will be there for you, even on the darker days.”

His smile deepened, and for a moment, everything else faded. Just the two of you were in the room—focused on your shared promise. Nothing else mattered in this moment, you were ready to finally create a new beginning.

Silence in the air was broken as he finally spoke up, “I want to build a life where we support each other through any and everything." he grinned. “Even the small moments matter. Like cooking together and trying not to burn the kitchen down.”

You chuckled softly, picturing you both in the kitchen attempting to cook and leaving something in the oven too long. “I can definitely see that happening.”

“And if we accidentally set the place on fire, at least I’ll have an excuse to scoop you up and look all heroic while I rescue you.” he joked, his expression growing more playful

Laughter erupts from you and your eyes sprinkle with joy, causing Dae-ho to lean in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You know, I really missed your laugh. It makes everything feel so much brighter.”

“Really?” you asked, feeling warmth spread through your chest, “I missed yours too, it’s cute.”

The atmosphere felt light, almost euphoric, as you both relaxed into the comfort of eachother's presence. “Believe it or not, I was really so nervous for tonight,” Dae-ho admitted, his voice softening as he brushes his hair back behind his ear. “I thought I’d forget how to talk to you.”

“Trust me,” you said, voice tender, “I was nervous too. But I realized that after everything, who else could understand us like this?”

“Exactly,” He said before taking a sip of his coffee. “I feel like I can be myself around you, like I’ve never been able to with anyone else. It’s so freeing.”

“Freedom and love. Isn’t that what life’s really all about?” you said, your voice filled with hope and longing. You felt a warmth in your heart as you spoke, realizing that these two things were what you truly cherished.

As the conversation flowed, you exchanged stories, laughter, and memories—you shared dreams and fears, and slowly the nervousness slowly melted away.

“I can’t believe we made it out,” he said, his voice stern. “I can’t stop thinking about the others we lost… what they would’ve did if they made it out too.”

A brief silence enveloped the moment, both of you remembering the friends that didn’t make it, the faces of people who had shared brutal experiences with you.

“I think they’d want us to live, like really live,” you said firmly, squeezing his hand gently. “To make the most of us getting out, we owe it to them.” Dae-ho silently nodded, the thick atmosphere slowly leaving.

As the evening progressed, you lost track of time, so caught up in the warmth of shared smiles and nervous laughter. You could hardly believe this was the same man who stepped up and took initiative at every rough point during the games, willing to sacrifice himself for everyone's safety.

The night ended slowly as Dae-ho walked you outside to your car. The stars twinkled like tiny beacons in the dark sky above. “It feels different tonight, doesn’t it?” you said, glancing up at the stars. “Yeah, it really does,” he replied, his voice soft but full of warmth.

As you strolled along, flowers in hand, you both shared stories from before you met, your voices mixing with the soft hum of the night. Every smile and nervous chuckle made you feel a little lighter. You realized how much you valued this moment, this time together, away from the chaos and pain that had once consumed you both.

You exchanged glances, and you both understood something unspoken between you. “I never thought I could feel this way again,” you said, a hint of vulnerability in your voice. Dae-ho stepped closer, his gaze steady. “Neither did I. But I’m glad we’re here together.”

Finally, you paused beneath a big, ancient tree. Its branches stretched out like arms, swallowing you both in its shadow. Dae-ho turned to you, his eyes beaming in the starlight. His stare locked onto yours, and he took a step closer, face inches from yours.

"I wish this could last forever baby, I love you." he whispered, breath caressing your skin. Then, without another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. You felt a spark of connection, and your heart skipped a beat as you kissed him back, the warmth of his lips sending shivers down your spine. The kiss deepened, and everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the sweetness of the moment.

As the kiss lingered, time itself seemed to stand still, the world around you fading into a beautiful blur. When you finally pulled away, his eyes searched yours, a mix of desperation and love radiating from him. "Whatever happens, I'll always be here" he said softly, his hand still cradling your face. You smiled, knowing that no matter where life took you, this memory would be a cherished part of your story, a promise of what could be.

[starlitkitten]

♡ The things they do for you ♡

(It's my opinion on them :), and im sorry i only included the "popular" ones, i have totally no idea of the others. :( )

~♡~♡~♡~♡~

Karasuno

Daichi - carrying heavy stuff for you like your bag, boxes or other things.

"Just give it to me. I'll carry it, okay?"

He's just so capable and wants to show it off.

Sugawara - buying you sweets. All the time. And then he eats a bit of them, claiming it as "shipping tax" or whatever.

"Please? Can I have a bite?" With the most angelic face ever.

Asahi - tying up or braiding your hair for you. He is surprisingly - or not - good with this. He can style your hair anytime any way you want.

"Come on love, its gonna look good. You're so pretty."

Nishinoya- gets you flowers randomly. Not always from flower shops. Sometimes he has a dandelion or a tulip and hes like:

"I brought it for you. Its just as pretty as you are." With the biggest grin ever.

Tanaka - okay it may be weird. But he always has a spare pair of your pants or shirt. He knows you are clumsy, that accidents can happen etc. So he can help out if you need.

"Oh baby... you have coffee all over you again. Come on I have spare shirt for you." Laughs at you but then immediately helps you out.

Kageyama - he always buys you the small things that reminds him of you. Small keychains, candles, small trinkets. Everything. He may not speak much but he cares a lot.

"I bought this for you. Its your favorite."

Hinata - he writes you notes. All the time, and hides it in your locker/ desk/ bag etc.

"You're so cute today."

"I miss you"

"Date tonight? :)"

Tsukishima - makes a playlist for you. Filled with songs that reminds him of you. He's not good with words, but he can show his love this way.

"This song reminded me of you."

"I wanna kiss you to this song."

Yamaguchi - he has an extra of your lipstick or lipgloss/ chapstick on him in case you forget it. (Or whatever you use :))

"Hey don't stress. I have one on me. I bought it yesterday for you."

Nekoma

Kuroo - small gestures: walking on the road side of the sidewalk, holding the umbrella for you, charging your phone, lending you his hoodie.

"Can't have you sick, can we? I don't want to be without you in school" with his signature smirk.

Kenma - names his in game characters after you. So that way he can always have you with him.

"Don't... don't laugh..." But you laugh because it's so sweet and so him.

Yaku - he actually makes you food and brings it to school every day. Especially if you love to eat. But he does it anyways. He loves taking care of the ones he loves.

"I made this today. For you." With a soft smile.

Yamamoto - he always has tons of hairties, hairpins, hairbands or hairclips. Whatever you use, he has.

"Uh... let me get one for you. Ah! Here. Its in your favorite color."

Lev - always. Always walks you home. Or to the shop. Or wherever you're going, he goes too. He always talks too. He is excited to spend this time with you or even hold your hand.

"I'll walk with you... again. So tell me about your day."

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa - totally plans all the dates. You never have to think about it. He knows your interest. You'll never have a boring date. He will check all the routes and the weather too.

"Get ready love we are having a date tonight."

Iwaizumi - he remembers your preferences. About coffee. Whether you like warm or cold, your favorite desserts and the favorite side of the bus you like sitting.

"Brought you coffee." With a soft smile.

Matsukawa - sends you voice messages. Prefers this over texting.

"I miss you."

"Take care of yourself."

Hanamaki - buys matching stuff all the time. Necklaces, keychains, even matching slippers.

"Look we are matching now! We look so good."

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima - giving you piggyback rides when you are tired.

"Are you tired? Come here baby." He says as he leans down, letting you get on his back, holding you securely.

Tendou- buys you that iconic shirt with the text "I ❤️ my boyfriend" and makes you wear it to his matches.

"Yess! That's my girl, that's right."

Semi - I'm sorry if im wrong but I think he writes you the most grut wrenching love letters and poems. He actually sends the letters on mail.

"My dearest girl..."

Fukurodani

Bokuto - he actually stays quiet when you need quiet, and just holds you. And when you need that, he makes you smile and laugh.

"Oh...It's okay baby owl. Come here." (Also has the most ridiculous names for you)

Akaashi - ties your shoelaces, zips up your jacket, helps you put on your coat/ hoodie, or helps you take off your high heels etc.

"Almost done sweetheart. Here you go." He says as he clasp your high heels and kisses your knees.

Inarizaki

Kita - remembers every important date. Exams, meetings, your parents', siblings' birthday, your period, etc etc.

"Baby tomorrow is your dentist appointment... in case you forgot."

Atsumu - he makes you paper rings. Totally. Or with clay. He is just a silly boy in love when it comes to you.

"Look what I made you today!" With a bright grin, giving you a paper ring.

Osamu - learns to cook your favorite food, bake your favorite cookie. He cooks you your comfort food when you're sad/ overwhelmed, etc. Also cuts your fruit/ toast into heart shapes.

"Hey darling. I hope you're hungry. I made your favorite."

Suna - he tries your interests. Reads, tries singing, tries video games, or different sports, tries to draw or whatever is your hobby.

"Like this..? Oh shi-" he messes up and chuckles.

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I hope y'all enjoyed it.

[sugar-omi]

suggestion from *this anonnie <3 im obsessed w your big brain anon. i've been losing my mind like a rabid animal over this prompt for weeks. *edit: i just realized i uploaded the wrong version... :,)

DAY SIXTEEN — Panty Sniffing [ cove ]

[ *edited on 10/21 for: uploading the wrong version. ]

tags : NSFW, Dark Content (non-con), fem/afab reader, (OOC) obsessive/soft yandere cove, somnophilia, olfactophilia (aroused by odors from the body, usually the sex), reader is a heavy sleeper, cunnilingus, masturbation

synposis : cove has had a crush on you for years. you are, and always will be the object of his affection. so of course, over the years he has borrowed your panties once or twice. but now, you've come to stay with him after leaving to attend a college out of the country. he's missed you so much..

and now you're sleeping in his bed, a sacrifice he graciously made again. but you haven't outgrown your wild sleeping habits, and seeing you exposed.. so vulnerable and open complied with how much cove has missed you.. he can't help but take a little souvenir from you tonight.

[ kinktober '24 masterlist | ao3 ]

cove’s heart can hardly take it.. he can’t believe you really decided to spend the week at his house instead of with your parents. seriously, how did he get so lucky?

he missed you so much.. he was devastated when you decided to go to a college out of state, but he knew he couldn’t force you to stay and he wasn’t ready to follow you, even though he wanted to.

cove wipes his face with a towel and hums a tune as he flips off the light in the bathroom, grabbing some blankets and a pillow from the closet so he can make his place on the floor next to you.

although, he wishes he was sleeping in bed with you, arms wrapped around your waist and burying his nose in your neck so he can smell your body wash up close, your warmth burning against his body…

but he’s glad you allowed him to sleep in the same room tonight. after all, you guys are adults now. some women would have thought twice about sharing a bedroom with their male best friend. it’s just a simple fact, he’s a man with needs and desires, and you’ve always been so gorgeous, even more so now that you’ve gotten older, grown into your features and found your style.

you’re so brilliant too, and talented.. truly, he doesn’t know how you have gone this long without knowing the extent of his crush on you.

it’s not even a crush anymore, that would be putting it lightly. his feelings for you are much greater than a crush, it’s even deeper than love. cove is completely, and utterly devoted to you. he is loyal to you and you only. you are the only one for him.

he couldn’t dream of being with anyone else, he wishes so badly that you’d look at him like that too.. but even if you don’t, he will stay devoted to you either way.

as long as you don’t give anyone else your affections.. he truly doesn’t know what he’ll do if you find someone else. cove is pretty sure he couldn’t handle it if you started seeing someone else.

you have had crushes before, you even called yourself going on a date with someone from your school.. but thankfully, it went nowhere.

he really doesn't know what he would do if you started dating someone seriously.. he doesn't know how he'd act, react, or how far he'd take it... it's a truly unpleasant thought, one that makes him sick. but that's a thought cove refuses to linger on or entertain.

no matter what, he intends to be the only one in your heart. if you could have even a sliver of love and devotion for him as he does for you.. he'd be so happy his heart would surely burst!

but cove doesn't let those bad thoughts dampen his joy, tonight is the first day of your stay, he has plenty of time left to spend with you, who knows what could happen in that time. maybe you'll even realize how much you missed him and decide to stay with him, what a nice thought.~

cove carefully opens the door to his bedroom, trying to be gentle as he makes his way to the center of the room…

but of course, you always throw him for a loop.

the two of you haven’t shared a bed or a room in years, as your parents quietly banned sleepovers between you two as you got older because they knew of cove’s “crush” on you, but they also knew, that while he was a reserved, respectful, and sweet boy. he had turned into a man at some point, the changes in his hormones made his eyes wander lower than was respectful, he found himself wondering what sex was like, what your a woman’s touch felt like, and his mind conjured up wet dreams and forced him into a cold shower to quell the heat under his skin.

at some point, these little desires started to bubble up, and they sat in a hot cauldron at the bottom of his stomach, waiting to be drunk from. and his crush turned into, unadmittedly, an unhealthy love for you.

he worships the ground you walk on, every step you take and every olive branch you offer to him and every piece of affection you give is like god shining a light on him, offering their brilliant gift. you are the light in what was supposed to be a dark, difficult time. he loves you, of course he does.

you have been the center of his affections for years and will be for years to come.

so even though he snuck into your room more times than the two of you could count, he didn’t know that you still slept so wildly. all the times he snuck into your room, he hasn’t caught you in such a wild, let alone vulnerable position since you were children and wild sleeping positions were simply part of the equation.

but you must’ve gotten comfortable sleeping in a big bed of your own. and now.. you are in his bed, wearing the tiniest slip and your body is spread out like a feast laid upon a grand table. truly.. the way you take up space in his bed, it must be an offering given to him by you.

this.. must be a sign of something, right? who sleeps in their best friend's bed, wearing a cute little slip dress and between that, and your wild sleeping habits, your adorable little panties are exposed..

cove feels his heart rate pick up, subconsciously licking his dry lips as he lets his eyes wander down your body…

he lets the blankets drop down to the floor, feeling a heat burn at the bottom of his stomach as he takes one, two, three, four steps towards the bed.. walking carefully, stepping up to the presentation of your sleeping form until he’s standing behind you..

you must’ve fallen asleep while cove was doing the dishes earlier, at his insistence you get comfortable and he’d join you for your little “sleepover” after he was done, because you’re asleep like a rock, not any wiser to your best friend taking advantage of the situation.

and cove takes the chance, by god if he doesn't take this chance.. you’re so beautiful, so lovely and sweet. and now you’re curled up near the edge of the bed, your dress pooled around your waist and your cunt hidden behind one little layer of fabric and you are just inches away from him..

cove has never gotten this close to you while you slept before.. sure, he’s snuck into your room for a late night chat, excursion, or to sleep on the floor next to you- far too scared to slip into bed with you even if he came close to you so many times, desperate to feel your body fitting against his...

and maybe he's snuck in to take a pair of your panties once, or twice. maybe more than that.. it was an inclination he tried to resist after the first time but of course he couldn’t help but take littles pieces of you from time to time, you wouldn’t possibly blame him if you knew, right?

you were always so close to him and are the center of his affections, he can’t help but feel inclined to your things.. he just wants you at all times.

so sure, he has taken your bikini bottoms and used them to stroke his cock, and he took the first pair of risqué panties you ever bought and buried his nose in them, stroking his cock so hard and so much before he returned them that he was sensitive for days.

but he’s never buried his nose against your cunt, of course he hasn’t. what if you woke up? or one of your mom’s walked in? he could never take such a risk, it was a step he wasn’t willing to take.

he is standing over you, his body casting a shadow over you.

you look so sweet… your face the perfect example of relaxation and your lips parted as you snooze away so peacefully.

cove leans over you, running his hand over your thigh. it’s an.. “innocent” action. one that might be seen as him just waking you up or trying to adjust your body into a more comfortable and safe position on the bed.

but it’s not, he knows it’s not. his hand runs up and down your thigh, feeling your smooth skin under his palm and moving up until his fingers are brushing against your panties, his trembling fingers tracing from your hip towards the front of your underwear.

cove sighs shakily, feeling his heart throb and a mix of arousal and anxiety wrack through him.. his fingertips hovering so close to your hole, just a small piece of fabric keeping him away… the warmth of your sex is like an iron on his fingertips, his fingers travel up between your thighs, carefully pressing down on where he thinks your soft clit lays.

“mmn..” you moan softly, twisting your body so you’re on your back.

cove’s breath hitches, he doesn’t move another inch or take another breath, waiting for several thumping heartbeats and painful seconds as he waits to see if you’re going to move, say something, anything…

but you don’t. now, your arms are sprawled near your head, the expanse of your neck and collar bones are like an alluring fruit begging him to sink his teeth into the skin.. but he doesn’t, that would wake you up. that would cause a reaction, a reality, that he isn’t ready to face.

cove swallows, trying to put his spinning head back together and he grabs you by your waist, pulling you down the bed so you’re closer to the edge, and cove puts down your legs, spreading them wide enough for him to fit between them, wary of every little creak and groan of the floorboards as he sinks to his knees, reminiscent of someone praying.

he wishes he could do this while you are awake, kneeling before you as he worships every inch of skin, from your ankles to your lips he wants to cover in kisses and run his tongue over the sensitive dip and valleys of your body.

but he settles for taking what he can get, this is so much more than he ever thought he could get…

cove tucks his legs under his body, his knees squished against the bed frame as he tries to get as close to you as possible. his nose is just inches away from your cunt.

if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re such a heavy sleeper, you would’ve woken up from his heavy breathing blowing against your thighs alone. he’s like an animal, drooling at the sight of its food sprawled before him.

he holds onto your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders so he can feel the weight and warmth of them on either side of his ears, leaning forward until his nose is squished against your cunt.

he inhales deeply, his eyes closing as he takes in the smell of your body wash and the smell of your musk, your warmth amplifies your scent and it’s driving cove crazy.

cove tries to watch you from his place between your thighs, worried you’ll wake up.. but certainly not concerned enough because he starts to mouth at the fabric of your panties as if he’s trying to makeout with your cunt, his fingers tightening around your thighs, squishing the flesh in his hands..

“god..” cove groans into your pussy, the vibrations making your leg bounce and your hips buck up, bumping your clit against his nose, unintentionally grinding against his face.

cove can’t help the moan that follows, burying himself impossibly deeper into your cunt and running his tongue over the fabric, craning his neck to suck on your clit instead of mouthing at your entrance like a gluttonous, desperate puppy.

his spit soaks the fabric, and he sucks harshly on your clit. the force of it would wake any normal person up, but you sleep through it, little moans and hums of pleasure slipping from your lips as you continue sleeping, your body grinding back on his face by itself.

cove pulls away from your cunt, and you huff, your hips grinding against thin air.

it makes cove laugh quietly, your body is so desperate for him and you don’t even consciously know it. you need him, your body, heart, mind, and soul needs him and somehow you don’t know it.

you must be coming around to the realization though, because at dinner you admitted to missing him terribly and feeling a bit awkward making friends with others because they were so different from him and your mutual friends.

you said you were so used to going home and knowing that your best friend was just across the street, that going back to your new home was an adjustment you painstakingly made.

that made cove so happy.. he had to hide his wide smile behind his sandwich, otherwise he’s sure you would’ve known every thought he was having at that moment. of course, you still noticed his hot cheeks, but you don’t know just how happy he was, mistaking it for embarrassment at such indirect praise.

even if it’s the last thing he does, by the end of this trip you will know just how much you need him. how much you love him..

for now, he continues showering your cunt in the love he’s only dreamt of giving it before now.

he pulls away from your cunt,carefully moving so he can pull your panties off.

cove puts your panties in the pocket of his sweatpants, stowing them away and just hoping you won’t remember going to sleep with them on. you were so tired after all, while cove was washing the dishes, you could hardly hold a conversation with him. so if he takes a little souvenir from tonight.. you wouldn’t know any better.

cove sits between your legs, admiring your pussy.. he only imagined having you like this.

well.. in his fantasies, you were awake and begging him to please take care of you, to give you more.. but. this is a fine alternative. you have the rest of your lives to do things like this.

cove inches closer, his hot breath blowing against your wet cunt, making you squirm but you don’t wake.

he takes it further, too far deep to back out now..

his tongue makes contact with you wet slit, running his flat up from your needy entrance to your hard clit, latching onto the bud and sucking.

“ah!” you cry out, and cove immediately pulls off your clit, his heart beating terribly fast as he waits for what feels like hours for you to sit up and yell, maybe even slap him.

but… you don’t.

nothing happens, you’re just as still as you were a few minutes ago, and you don’t make any other sounds beyond your regular breathing as you continue sleeping..

cove knows he should stop. he’s taken too much, he’s going too far now. but.. your cunt is right there, so wet and pink and begging for him to kiss it.

he couldn’t possibly stop now, and that’s why he gives his tongue back in, taking your clit between his lips and running circles over your clit with the muscle, his spit running from his mouth down your cunt as he continues the assault on your unsuspecting clitours.

your hips jump and your legs sometimes bump against his back, even gracing his ears with a lazy moan or mewl, but you really do show no signs of waking.

cove goes lower, satisfied with the increased reaction he’s getting from abusing your clit. but if he keeps teasing the sensitive bud, there is no way you won’t wake up. so he moves down to your drooling hole, licking up the mix of your fluids and his spit.

cove moans at the taste. you taste like heaven, he doesn’t know how he’ll be able to go about his days since there is no way he could get away with this twice, and there is no way you’ll react calmly to him asking to eat you out because “i ate you out while you slept, can i do it again?” is not an acceptable thing to hear from your best friend.

but that is a problem he can deal with on his own. he’s spent hours missing you when you’d go out with your family without him during your childhood, and he’s spent these last few months missing you since you left for college.

that just means he has to take all he can from your pliant body tonight, while he still can.

cove dips his tongue into your cunt, your taste flooding his tongue as he delves deeper into your pussy, his tongue exploring the ridges of your wet, gummy walls and navigating the path of your insides.

you whimper, and your pussy clenches around cove’s tongue, slick gushing out into his mouth.

cove moans, the vibrations shooting through you and your hips grind down on his tongue, a little huff coming from your mouth. even though you’re reacting, you’re still asleep and unable to push back against the sensation you think is just a dream.

cove wonders what you’re dreaming of.. are you dreaming of him eating you out? of him fucking you, pleasuring you until all you can see is stars and only muster to scream his name?

god. he needs you so bad, he loves you so much..

his cock is painfully hard in his sweats, something he’s just now aware of. he had entirely forgot about himself, deeply lost in the raw smell of your cunt and taste of your arousal.

but his two senses weren’t the only ones pleased, his cock is throbbing in his sweats, pre leaking and staining his pants. if you awoke, you would be able to see the large outline of his cock against his thigh, his pants clinging to his wet tip.

cove huffs into your pussy, pulling his cock out blindly with his free hand, almost tearing the drawstring before he finally frees his cock from the confines of his bottoms.

he takes his cock in his hand, moaning into your cunt and earning a moan from you as well as the relief and pleasure comes over him, giving his cock long, slow strokes, circling your clit with his thumb and mirroring the action on his cockhead…

this must be what heaven looks like.

getting to be buried in your cunt while he masturbates? this is so much better than your panties.. truly, he will become insatiable after this, how could ever let you go when you could stay here, with him, and let him indulge himself between your legs, showering you with love and devotion day in and day out.

“fuck…” cove mumbles into your pussy, fluids running down his chin but he keeps going, intent to make your body remember what he’s doing to you.

cove pumps his fist faster, eating you out with enthusiasm, the wet sounds from all the spit and slick are loudly bouncing off the walls. cove isn’t being mindful about the noise at all, his one track mind focused only on tasting your cunt and making you cum.

he’s not worried about waking you up at all, the wet sounds of his slurping, smacking, and squelching from your sopping wet cunt are so loud in his ears, the world is asleep and so are you. as far as cove is concerned, time is frozen and he is taking advantage of it.

it wouldn’t be surprising if you woke up, and somehow.. even though he was so worried about it, he wants you to wake up.

he wants you to wake up because of the filthy sounds and moans coming from between your legs, the fapping sound of cove beating his dick to pieces is so distinct. there’s no way you wouldn’t know what was happening from that alone, let alone the feeling of cove’s hungry mouth devouring your cunt.

his tongue is long, and his hunger is truly insatiable. always snacking on little treats, getting seconds and thirds at dinner. cove knows how to eat, and he’s been waiting for this day when he could feast on your cunt.

the smell of your hot cunt stuffs his nose and your sweet, viscous juices saturating his tongue..

cove’s eyes are glassed over, looking up to see if there’s any movement from you.

but you’re sleeping so peacefully.. you’re a bit sweaty and your face contorted in pleasure, your lips parted and eyes scrunched as you let this “dream” take care of you, still giving weak thrusts of your hips on cove’s tongue as you try to chase the pleasure you’re feeling.

cove feels his balls tighten, huffs of air from his nose blowing against your drenched pussy. he’s so close to cumming but he doesn’t stop slithering his tongue as deep as he can, pressing his tongue against the spongy spot that makes your hole tighten and flutter around his tongue, thrusting his tongue in and out of your pussy, the sound of your wetness echoing from between your legs.

you’re starting to make more noise, and your heavy, unconscious body seems like it’s responding more.

cove should be more scared that you’re going to wake up from what he thinks is you approaching orgasm, but he’s not. he wants you to cum. wants to taste you, devour you.

he’ll worry about the consequences of tonight later. maybe the guilt of taking advantage of your body will come crashing on him like it did when he came on a photo he had of the two of you at the beach, the image of his cum painting the little photo of you- in that cute bikini and your arm around cove- is still vivid. or the guilt he felt when he stole your panties from your laundry hamper the first time..

his love for you is simply too much for his heart to bare. he loves you, he loves you so much..

he just wants you to know that, he wants you to love him back but he wants you to be happy. and he loves making you feel happy, loves making you feel good.

you must feel so good right now.. you’re probably dreaming of him between your legs and this dream will stick with you even once you wake up.

the thought of that pleases cove… maybe you’ll still be aroused when you wake up, and buoyed by your dream, you’ll ask him to make you cum for real..

the thought makes cove’s eyes roll and flutter shut.

he needs this to happen again. needs to made you cum again, touch you, and please you and kiss you. he wants to kiss you so bad.. wants to leave hickeys on you and engrave his name on every inch of your body, especially inside your body.

god.. maybe you’ll let him fuck you, your body spread underneath him as he feeds inch after inch of his dick into you, the two of you becoming connected..

that’s all he wants. he just wants you two to be connected, inseparable.

cove moans around your pussy again, his hand gripping his shaft tightly as he loses himself in all the fantasies in his head. he’s losing his mind, boarding on pussy drunk with every drop of your delicious slick that flows down his throat.

cove circles your clit harder, faster, his tongue thrusting in and out of your drenched insides. he’s going to cum, he wants, needs you to cum with him. pre runs over cove’s fist, the wet sounds in the room increasing, quickening as he nears the end and he intensely focuses on savoring every inch and drop of slick your pussy has to offer.

“hah- ahh..!” you gasp, your breathing picking up as you near your end. “cuh- cove..” you sigh, and that pushes cove over the edge, his body tensing up and his fist closed tightly over his cockhead, trying to catch his thick, bountiful load but even though he’s saved the blanket, his cum runs down his length and thick globs fall from his fist, staining his dark sweatpants.

your pussy convulses around his tongue and thighs tremble, your pussy gushing slick on cove’s tongue as you finish..

cove licks up your slick, licking your drenched, puffy folds and clit even though your body jerks from the sensitivity. he pulls back, licking his lips and wiping away the spit on his chin.

there’s spit and your own fluids all over your cunt and ass,the blanket is even a bit damp from all of your sweet and cove’s spit.

cove sits back on his knees, trying to catch his breath and watching you, waiting to make sure you’re still sound asleep before he gets up, pulling up his pants and wiping his hand on them, already knowing they need to be thrown with the dirty laundry before you could see them.

he tugs down your dress, hoping that by the time you wake up, you simply chalk up the mess between your thighs to a “dream” you thought you were having and he fixes you to be positioned in the middle of the bed, your body just as heavy and limp as it was when he walked in.

cove brushes his hand against your cheek.. you’re still deep in sleep, true to your nature as ever. you look more peaceful now than you did earlier, and cove preens at the idea that he made you feel good, even if you don’t consciously know it..

cove pulls away from you, only after pressing a kiss to your forehead and he quietly but quickly takes some fresh pajama pants from his dresser drawer, sneaking to the bathroom.

he takes long strides to the bathroom, careful of every creak of the floor and shutting the door as quietly as possible, leaning against it…

cove sighs, melting into the door as he tries to calm his beating heart..

he can’t believe it.. he really got to touch your cunt.. the taste of you lingers on his tongue, your wetness dried on his digit and he remembers his little souvenir, pulling your panties from his pocket..

cove can’t help it in his state of euphoria, holding the cloth to his nose and inhaling sharply.

god.. he loves you. so, so much…

[klipkillakai]

|pt 2|

humming the smooth melodies of jhené aiko’s music, you slowly walk down the aisles of the bookstore, picking up books and looking at the back reading the synopsis, this morning you woke up and decided you wanted to go to the mall..

usually you go with your bestie but she’s been in florida all week, so you decided to go by yourself, this was a little anxiety inducing but you went straight to your safe haven.. barnes and nobles.. where you can pick any escape you want

you decided you wanted to pick up some romance novels, it probably having to do with it being february and your new found crush but your gonna be delusional and pretend that’s not the case..

you think about him as you look through the books, you haven’t seen him at school all week and you feel worried? it’s odd because you wouldn’t have noticed before but now it’s different..

you haven’t attempted to text him out of fear, but you notice he hasn’t texted you either, it hurts a bit and deep down you can’t help but feel like it was too good to be true..

you shake the thoughts away and collect your books and head to the cashier..

connie silently follows the guards as they lead him out to intake, he’d been locked up the past few, some bullshit about a warrant.. he knew that was a lie.. he knew they needed to get him on something, but unfortunately for them he has one the best lawyers in the country..

he smiles when the guard roughly uncuffs him, muttering for him to get dressed.. the guards leave and immediately he shoves off the jumpsuit wrapped around his waist pulling on his cargos and tee he was last in, he opens the ziplock baggie with his phone in it, calling his employee, he tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder and laces up his shoes

“sir?”

“im out, send the car”

connie hangs up and shoves the phone in his pocket along with his keys and wallet and zips up his jacket, before pressing the button notifying he was done changing—

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you hop off the bus, and start walking back to your house, you carry the few bags of things you bought and shiver at the bite of the cold

“oh nah” you whisper and start to walk a bit faster

a few blocks in you feel the urge to look behind you, you peep a hellcat going slow down the street but you don’t recognize it exactly, you think that’s odd so you keep walking silently keeping note, starting to feel paranoid you turn around again and it’s still following you.. not knowing what to do you keep walking faster until the car finally pulls up next to you and rolls down the window, you prepare to tell the whoever in the car off until you hear

“hey mama”

you stop dead in your tracks and turn to look at the man you’ve been thinking about this whole week

“connie?”

you walk closer to the car and he puts it in park and gets out, before leaning on the door, he smiles

“you missed me?”

wanting to say yes you shrug and say

“where you been? i haven’t seen you at school since last week”

he slowly slides his hands in his pockets and looks at you for a beat and says

“i was locked up, got pulled over on a warrant or sumn, but i got out quick because they had nothing to stand on”

you brows slightly furrow “jail? what kind of warrant did they say it was?”

connie slowly walks closer to you and, softly grabs the bags from your hand and nods towards his car..

“cmon, take a ride wit me real quick”

he goes around the other side of the car opening the door, before you slip inside, he places the bags on your lap and mutters a “seatbelt” and shuts the door quickly walking around to his side and looking around before slipping in the car, the car starts and plays loud drill music before he quickly turns it down and pulls off..

“you didn’t answer my question..” you say softly looking at him

his jaw ticks for a second and his thumb taps the wheel, “ion want you to worry about that aight?” he shoot’s a lazy look towards you..

“should i worry about it” he shakes his head no and you ask..

“is it gonna happen again?” he softly licks his lips and says “i’m gonna make sure it doesn’t”

you look in his eyes as he says that and you get the slightest flash of something sinister behind them, that erupts butterflies in your belly and you softly squeeze your thighs together

“okay” you whisper, and he looks at you again with a slight smile..

after 20 mins of driving you finally ask with a little laugh “where we going?” he pulls up to a parking garage entrance and pulls in before saying

“my crib” your heart skips a beat and, your feel yourself get a bit hot.. “oh” you whisper

“is that okay?” he asks with a teasing smile, pulling into a parking space, “yea i just didn’t expect that”

“don’t worry your safe, your always safe wit me”

you look up at him with a bright smile, and connie nearly wants to fall to his knees, he looks at the brightness in your eyes before it quickly lowers to your lips and he looks away, almost wanting to laugh at how smitten you’ve gotten him..

he opens your door, taking your hand and you walk away hearing the car lock, he leads you to an elevator, and he presses the fob to the button and presses the 10th floor..

you feel his thumb softly go back and forth on the back of your hand “you cold?” he says softly and you nod.. “i could tell when you were outside” he shrugs off his big carthartt jacket and drapes it over your shoulder.. the elevator dings and he pulls you into the hallways stopping at his apartment door, pulling out his keys, unlocking it and nodding you inside

you walk through the door looking around, it smells just like him, the fresh masculine smell, slightly twinged with weed, he kicks he shoes off and you do the same, pulling off your hot pink crocs and neatly placing them next to his shoes…

“so did you just get home today?”

“yea a few hours ago actually, i haven’t been home in a week, i fucking missed it” he pulls off his hoodie causing his shirt to lift under it and you catch a glimpse of his happy trail.. you want to scream because you find that so attractive but you look away fighting back a smile..

you walk further into the seemingly large apartment, looking around at the masculine decor, the black couches and large tv mounted on the wall, you slowly turn and notice a book shelf, you slowly walk towards it, hearing connie in the back opening a fridge.. you graze your fingers on the books about finance, stock investing… and your finger stops on a book about secret society’s.. you look back at connie before you keep scanning the books.. others filled law.. others about cars and guns…

“you like to read?” you ask connie

“that’s how i learn, knowledge is power” connie says as he stands behind you, slowly dragging his hand up your arm.. then slowly moving your braids to one side.. and dragging his lips up your neck inhaling your sent at the same time..

you let out a slow breath.. and you feel his large hands slowly press against your lower belly, and you feel heat slowly pool there..

“your so beautiful you know that?”

you softly smile.. “sometimes i don’t”

he softly pause before slowly turning your face towards his.. “i’m gonna ensure you do”

he looks in your eyes for a beat before letting your face go, “im gonna hop in the shower rq, then we’re gonna dip aight?”

you let a breath “mhm” you nod for reassurance and he smiles a bit before turning around and walking down the hall..

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10 mins later you sitting on his couch tapping through stories.. you start to think about who connie is.. he got out of jail today and you still have yet to know what.. and.. and that phone call! the last time you were in the car together he told you the same thing “don’t worry about it” do you trust him enough to not worry about it? are you going to let curiosity kill the cat?

you hear the bathroom door open cutting your thoughts short, you look up at connie.. the towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets rolling down his abs.. gold chain dangling around his neck.. and his tattoos.. god you love his tattoos.. a snake winding around his arm.. a cross on the side of his neck and a large chest and back piece..

“i can feel you staring pretty girl”

you immediately look away feeling your body heat up from embarrassment.. he laughs a bit and shakes his head.. “it’s okay.. i stare too” you softly turn towards him and look in his eyes.. “i really like your tattoos”

“oh yeah?” “yeah” you whisper back shyly and he smiles at that, connie likes making you nervous.. he likes catching you stare and that little dazed look on your face..

“your gonna come wit me to pick sumn up, and we gon get food after or sumn aight?”

“you know.. you never ask.. you just tell” you say with a teasing smile..

“would you like me to ask? even if i knew the answer already”

“what makes you think i’ll say yes?”

“you haven’t said no yet..”

“maybe i will”

“well let me know when you decide to do that”

you roll your eyes and connie slightly smirks before walking into his room and changing clothes, he goes into his closet looking behind him before grabbing his piece and tucking it his pants, he covers it with his shirt and grabs a thick jacket and pulls on his timbs..

he sprays some of his cologne and slips on his rings and opens his nightstand and grabs his other phone slipping it in his pocket and leaving..

he walks out the room and sees you still patiently waiting on the couch, hearing your nails tap against the screen.. “cmon mama”

he watches your pretty head snap up, you quickly hop up, pulling up your pink sweatpants and rounding the couch walking towards him..

he grabs your hand and you walk out the door together, heading to the elevator and eventually ending up in the parking garage again, this time getting into a different car, he quickly pulls out, nodding to the security guard and pulling into the street..

he zooms pass other cars as he picks up his phone from the cup holder, calling someone..

he looks around before he turns, and starts to speak

“im pulling up, have it ready” soon after he pulls into a warehouse building, you hear his tires crackle against the the gravel and a man stands there holding a large black duffel bag, connie rolls down the window, dapping the man up before reaching down and opening his trunk, silently plopping the back the trunk and shutting it, without another word he begins to walk inside, connie pulls out the driveway pulling out into the street again..

you almost open your mouth to ask what’s in the bag but you choose not too, do you really want to know? do you need to know? it seems connie doesn’t think you do.. so you stay quiet..

connie softly looks over to you.. “whatchu want to eat?” you smile a bit thinking about it “mmm i dunno you pick” he shrugs and smiles “i don’t care about what i eat, i’ve been eating prison food for a week”

you think about it, and you smile getting an idea “let me cook for you” connie slightly pauses and looks over at you, his heart slightly soars and he says “forreal?” “mhm” you nod and connie looks at you with an amused expression on his face, like there’s an inside joke he’s having with himself..

“aight, bet” he quickly makes a u-turn zooming pass cars and soon after pulls into a whole foods.. he parks and nods for you to get out too, you walk hand in hand inside the store and you grab a basket quickly pulling on his hand, leading him to where you need to go..

you stand in the aisle looking at different types of beans as connie stands close behind you, softly rubbing your back “what are you making?”

“rice and beans with jerk chicken” he groans softly and whispers “sheesh” you smile and continue shopping, quickly grabbing all the ingredients and heading to self check out, connie helps scan and pays of course and you quickly put the bags in the car and head back to his place..

the tv is playing in the back as you cut up vegetables, the meat is already marinating in the fridge, and your just focusing on the rice and beans at this point, connie is standing next to you washing the rice..

connie loves this, cooking with someone, allat wifey shit.. that gets him bad, he hears you giggle at a joke from the show and he smiles, when you proposed the idea of cooking for him he almost fell in love with you on the spot, he likes that wifey shit because he knows he can match that energy by providing, he’s always wanted to be that.. a provider.. it’s just in his nature, he knows dudes who want a wife but act like bums when the opportunity arises, nah he’s gon take care of you back.. always.

he finishes cooking the rice and looks over to you “you need me to do something else?” you finish giggling at the joke and shake your head no “no thank you” you say sweetly.. and he nods before pressing a kiss to your cheek.. “i’m gonna be in my room aight?” “mhm” you nod and he walks down the hallway as you cook..

an hour later your rolling balls of cookie dough and placing them on the baking sheet in front of you, you hear the door open and connie’s comes out the room, he changed into grey sweats and a wife beater he smells the kitchen “damn it’s smells good in here”

you smile and grab the sheet, placing it in the oven and go to the sink to rinse your hands off “we can eat the food is done, i was just making some cookies”

he walks behind you, reaching up grabbing two plates and forks handing them to you, you go over to the pots on the stove and start making his plate..

“you eat alot? you ask and he walks up behind you softly rubbing your lower back “mhm” he hums and you start to put more rice and another piece of chicken and you hand him his plate before making yours..:

you end up on his couch, he puts on a movie and you start to eat.. “you wanna smoke?” he asks and you smile “you stay trynna get me high” he laughs and shakes his head before reaching on his coffee table, grabbing a box and starting to roll up, he sparks it and hits it before passing it to you, you pass it back and forth until your both faded and you start eating

connie takes his first bite and groans softly, pointing and nodding at the food “this is so fucking good mama” you smile knowing that it’s good and you take your fist bite “shiiit” you say and you both laugh high asf..

you talk and eat for the rest of the evening, you open up about yourselves, telling each other things about your insecurities, your outlook on life.. who you want to be as people, and that draws you closer, you both begin to understand that your just people that want love, and company and support.. and that connects with both of you, both of you falling deeper and deeper and not even realizing it..

you and connie cuddle, both wrapped around each other eating the warm cookies fresh out the oven, the high still hitting, you feel his hand softly rub small circles on your hips, and you feel butterflies erupt in your belly, and heat slowly trickling down..you softly adjust yourself, and connie notices looking down, he softly smiles and against his better judgement he slides his palm down, softly rubbing your lower belly, his pinkie lightly grazing under the waistband on your sweats and you softly bite your lip..

you reach back softly, and rub his hand on your belly, softly rubbing it, connie softly presses a kiss to your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck, nipping and sucking softly, your eyes lower and you shudder, you softly turn around, sitting up and connie follows,

you slowly climb on his lap, and his hands immediately finds your waist, you both hold eye contact only breaking it it look at each others lips,he leans in looking up at you for consent, you softly nod and he captures your lips in a kiss, you kiss him back the kiss is slow and sensual, as if your both making a map, slowly figuring each other out.. his tongue grazes your lower lip and you open your mouth , you tongues now dancing around each other, you slowly roll your hips into his his, and that sends a sharp shiver down your spine.. you almost gasp at it..

he hands slides up your chest and up to your neck, grabbing it and squeezing it, pulling you closer, the pace of the kiss becoming faster, more passionate..he softly pulls back softly biting your lip before kissing you again.. you wrap your arms around his neck, your nails grazing against the nape of his neck, causing him to shudder and his bulge under you twitching, this slightly intimidates you.. your a virgin and all of this is new to you.. your just going with the flow.. but damn does it feel good.. it feels better than any words you’ve ever read when reading your silly little romance novels.. even better than when you touch yourself late at night..

you slowly pull away, a string of saliva connecting you both, not wanting you to separate, his eyes are low and filled with lust.. he leans back and groans softly rubbing your ass “you gonna drive me crazy mama” your face heats and you smile “yeah?” you whisper sweetly while you softly rub his chest..

he watches you, and you lean in, laying your head on his chest, he softly rubs your back.. this combined with the weed and food, starts making you sleepy, your eyes begin to lower and connie notices..

“you can sleep baby, i’ll drop you off later” you sleepily nod and you feel connie pull a blanket over you and press a kiss to your forehead.. and you drift off to sleep, feeling safe and warm..

|a/n|

yalll! did you miss me?? hehehe i don’t think you guys understand the bull i just went through!!! tumblr dead deleted half my draft! i’m officially traumatized guys! i see why you guys write in word or like google docs or sumn! but i just wanted to say thank you for over 1000 notes on soft thug 1!! like ermmm i did NOT expect that thank you so much guys!! ily 🩷

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𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿, you always been treated wrong by sasuke ever since pre-school it all started over a stupid joke. “Forehead girl, Forehead girl!” The class then starts to laugh at sasuke towards you causing you to run out the class. You even heard the teacher snicker. But you never thought it could get worse from there. Your books would start missing, Notes would be ripped, Certain school supplies would be gone. Small things started to turn into big things. You’ll never forget how 3rd grade you had your first friend but he was a male.

The little boy name was Micheal. “Why are you sitting by yourself?” You turn to him and simply respond shrugging your shoulders “Don’t nobody wanna be friend cause they make fun of my forehead and laugh at me.” Micheal then lift up his hand putting it on your forehead. “I think it’s pretty” He said looking up smiling at me. I then just sit there looking at him. “Wanna be best friends?” I then just nod my head deciding to trust him. From that day on bonds were made. He was always there for you, He stood up to Sasuke when no once couldn’t, He helped you throughout times your struggle. Until one faithful day a person caused your bonds to break. Running into the lunchroom you hear people enchanting the word “FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!” Ruining into the crowd your jaw drops seeing Micheal snd Sasuke fighting. And oh boy did Micheal got the shit beaten out of him. Sasuke then gets up his punches still connecting to Micheal face his nose was bloody, mouth bleeding, he then proceeds to start kicking him in the gut. I then stand there horrified at the scene until security guards break up the fight. You go immediately visit Micheal at the hospital but wasn’t welcomed. “Im sorry Y/n but I-i can’t be befriends with you anymore not after what happened.” Meanwhile hearing the argument between you and Micheal Sasuke stands next to the door smirking to yourself. Without your Best friend by your side you were left alone AGAIN. When you took it up with the principal at the parents teacher conference nothing really got resolved his family seemed to have their ways causing the bullying to continue on.

But the last final straw was when your mom had passed away after that Y/n was never seen from again. Until she goes to a new high school called Konoha high school, but this school is expensive to be in so the only way Y/n had get in was because the principal felt guilty and was able to convince the rich school as to why you could go. And without having to pay for anything you was able to get in. When you took a tour around the school you could see why it was popular and expensive it had dorms, sports, trips and many more.

This could be a new start you thought yourself. "I've already made a new friends started classes yet!" Sakura laughed.

"Really??" You asked. If Sakura was making friends this quickly, maybe it would be okay for you. “Yeah you’ll eventually meet them to like Ino, tenten, Hinata,Temari, They’re really helpful and on the cheer team!”

“Cheer team?” I asked curiously. “Could I try out?” Sakura nods her head. “It’s a long list and hard try outs but I’ll add you, you could probably be co captain if you do well, so just meet me after school for the tryouts.” She then goes on snd starts talking about other boys

"Yeah! And there's sooo many cute guys here! Like Sasuke, Naruto,Shikamaru, Choji, although Sai is straight up fugly."

"Wait wait wait- did you just say sasuke?” Your thoughts ran in circle thinking about him of seeing him after all these years. “He’s so handsome but IVE never date him tho HES just a red flag.” Sakura said getting back to the point. “Anyway do you know him or something?” She asked curiously. I then take a deep breathe explaining what happend between me and him when we was little. “Oh Im sorry that happend to you he could really be a big ass jerk sometimes.” She said comforting me.

“I did what?” A deep slant voice said. Your stomach dropped hearing the voice after many years. As you turned around to look at him he grown more better. His hair strands was more black and longer, He had muscles and broad shoulders, and he was much more taller than you. He looked at you in a moment before scanning and after his eyes widen seeing me. He then smirks, “Yo long time no see Y/n.” You chuckled nervously looking at him. “Yeah long time no see to you to sasuke.” With the tension in the between YALL 3 he apologizes for what happened and offer for me to hang with him at lunch and sakura I was hesitant at first but then agreed.

At lunch Sakura leaded you to there table as you sat down with your tray of food. You at there nervously until Sakura came with you just by looking at you she could tell your nervousness and was there to comfort you. As you sat down People at the table started laughing at you. Sakura whipped her head at them snapping at them. “What’s so funny?” They then pointed to your seat and when you got up it was a big red spot on your skirt. You gasp horribly getting up out of your seat running off. Sasuke snickered. “Always running off like a pussycat.” Sakura then runs after me. “Hey hey it’s ok calm down” other girls then came in running after me. “Oh and by the way Thats tenten with the two buns, Temari is with the blonde pigtails and ini is with the blonde ponytail and and Hinata is with the purple hair.

“By the way did you sign up to have dorms cause if you did they said for the schedule you have it with us” Temari speaks. “Yeah I signed up but I don’t know where the dorms are actually.” They then grab me showing me to dorms basically welcoming me into their friend group. Now to explain the side of these dorms we have boys and girls. We then walk into the big dorms while we look on the other side we see that the boy sides is well very dirty. Ten ten chuckles nervously. “DONT mind that side Thats where sasuke, Naruto, shikamaru, and chino stay at.” They then grab me introducing me to my dorm room. “So who will be my dorm mate?” Sakura then squeals “I’ll be your roommate!” She then shows me our dorms. “Sorry if you don’t like it I think I kinda over decorated it.”

“No no it’s fine.” I said looking at the room. But because it’s after school Sakura decided to take me out to cheer tryouts. Of course Hinata and the rest of them are on the cheer team.

Sasuke Uchiha.

Even from across the gym, you could feel his piercing onyx eyes on you, as if he’d already recognized you despite the years that had passed. His expression was unreadable, but you could practically sense the simmering arrogance radiating from him.

The memories hit you like a wave. Sasuke had made your life hell when you were kids, teasing you relentlessly. He’d mocked everything about you—your clothes, your voice, even your dreams. It wasn’t just childish teasing; his words had cut deep. You thought you’d left all of that behind when you moved, but here he was, as smug and intimidating as ever.

“Earth to Y/n,” Sakura’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. She followed your gaze to the basketball team, where Sasuke was now laughing with Naruto, Shikamaru, and Choji. “Oh. Yeah, he’s still as much of a jerk as ever. Don’t let him get to you.”

You nodded, shaking off the uneasy feeling and focusing on the tryouts. You were determined to nail this.

The basketball team was mid-practice when Sasuke finally looked over at the cheer tryouts. He recognized you immediately, even though it had been years. You looked… different now. More confident. Stronger. He couldn’t explain why seeing you here irked him so much.

“Yo, Sasuke,” Naruto called, tossing him the ball. “You good?”

“Hn,” Sasuke grunted, brushing it off. But his eyes flicked back to you, watching as you executed a perfect tumbling pass, your hair catching the light.

Naruto followed his gaze and grinned. “Oh, is that [Name]? Sakura’s friend? She just transferred here, right? She’s cute.”

Sasuke scowled, gripping the ball tighter. “Tch. She’s nothing special.”

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. “You don’t sound convinced.”

“Drop it,” Sasuke snapped, shoving past them to make a layup. But even as he practiced, his mind kept drifting back to you.

By the time tryouts were over, you were exhausted but exhilarated. You’d made it onto the squad, and your friends were cheering you on.

“Congrats!” Temari said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “We’re gonna dominate this season.”

As you all walked out of the gym, you felt a presence behind you. Turning around, you found Sasuke leaning casually against the wall, his dark eyes fixed on you.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here pussycat,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with something you couldn’t quite place.

Your heart sank. “Sasuke.”

He smirked, that same infuriating smirk you remembered from years ago. “Still as annoying as ever, huh? Thought you’d finally crawl back to whatever hole you came from.”

Your hands clenched into fists, but Sakura stepped in before you could say anything. “Back off, Sasuke,” she said sharply. “She doesn’t have time for your crap.”

“Relax, I was just saying hi,” Sasuke said, his smirk widening as he pushed off the wall and walked away.

You watched him go, your chest tightening with frustration. It was clear that Sasuke hadn’t changed one bit.

But this time, you weren’t a scared kid anymore. If he thought he could walk all over you like before, he was in for a rude awakening.

As Sasuke walked away, he felt the corner of his mouth twitch into a smirk, though his mind was anything but calm. You. Of all people, you were back in his life. And, worse, you weren’t the meek, easily-flustered little girl he used to toy with for fun. No, this new version of you—confident, beautiful, and unapologetically fiery—was different.

It pissed him off.

What makes her think she can waltz in here like she owns the place? he thought, his fists tightening in his pockets. He could still hear Sakura’s sharp tone defending you, and it made his blood boil. You didn’t need her protection. If anything, you needed to be reminded of your place.

When Sasuke reached the locker room, his teammates were already there, laughing and joking, but their chatter blurred into white noise. He leaned against the cool metal of the lockers, his head tipped back, eyes closing as frustration gnawed at him. But beneath the irritation, there was something darker—a sense of possession he couldn’t shake.

She thinks she’s untouchable now, doesn’t she? The thought made his lips curl into a sneer.

Images of you flashed in his mind, unbidden and vivid. That cheer uniform hugging your curves, the determined glint in your eyes as you performed—too confident for your own good. You weren’t the girl he used to knock down with a few harsh words. No, you’d grown up into someone more… challenging.

And he hated how much he wanted to break that confidence.

What would it take to see her crack? The idea gripped him, spiraling into something darker. Maybe he’d pull you aside after practice, just the two of you, his words sharp and biting until you finally dropped that fiery attitude. He’d corner you in the empty halls, his presence looming until you couldn’t look him in the eye, and then—then you’d realize you hadn’t outgrown him, not really.

He imagined the way your breath would hitch if he leaned too close, his voice low and taunting as he whispered things only he could say to you. The way you’d look at him, defiant at first, but eventually… You’d understand you were his to torment. His to claim.

His jaw clenched, and he slammed a fist into the locker, the metallic clang silencing the room.

“Damn, Sasuke, what’s your problem?” Naruto asked, eyeing him warily from across the room.

“Nothing,” Sasuke snapped, his voice cold.

“Yeah, right. You’ve been acting weird since [Name] showed up,” Naruto continued, undeterred. “What, still holding a grudge? Or…” His grin widened. “You’re into her, aren’t you?”

Sasuke’s glare could’ve frozen fire. “Shut up, idiot.”

Naruto laughed, but Shikamaru raised an eyebrow from his spot on the bench. “You know, if you’re this worked up, maybe she’s the one getting under your skin this time.”

That comment earned a snarl. Sasuke shoved past them, heading straight for the showers, the cold spray doing little to cool the heat coursing through him.

I’ll remind her who I am, he thought darkly, his lips curving into a cruel smirk as water dripped down his face. She might think she’s untouchable now, but I’ll fix that.

The game was far from over. And Sasuke always won.

The weekend rolled in with bright skies and an air of excitement. You were out on the campus lawn with your friend group, laughing and chatting as you enjoyed the rare break from classes and cheer practice. Sakura, Temari, TenTen, and Hinata surrounded you, their energy infectious as they talked about their upcoming plans.

But what made the day even better was your boyfriend, Kaito. He was sweet, charming, and attentive in a way that made you feel cherished—a stark contrast to certain people you’d rather not think about. Kaito had been quick to approach you when you transferred, drawn to your wit and personality. It didn’t take long for the two of you to hit it off. Now, here you were, sitting next to him with his arm draped casually over your shoulder, his easy smile making your cheeks warm.

“You’re lucky,” Temari teased with a smirk, nudging your side. “Kaito’s got half the school crushing on him, and he’s here doting on you.”

You laughed, leaning into his warmth. “Well, what can I say? Guess I’m just lucky.”

Across the campus, Sasuke stood with his own group, his sharp eyes locked on you. Naruto was busy teasing Hinata, who had wandered over to join him, while Shikamaru had his arm slung lazily around Temari. Choji was munching on chips as usual, and TenTen was laughing about something with Neji.

But Sasuke? His mood was dark.

“Damn,” Naruto said, elbowing Sasuke. “You’ve been staring at her all afternoon. You’re gonna burn a hole through her or something.”

“Shut up, Naruto,” Sasuke growled, but his glare didn’t waver. The sight of Kaito sitting so close to you, his hand on your shoulder like he had any right to touch you—it made his blood boil.

Shikamaru, leaning against a tree, raised an eyebrow. “You’re sulking because she’s got a boyfriend, huh? Thought you didn’t care about her.”

“I don’t,” Sasuke snapped. His fist clenched, though, betraying his calm tone. “But she’s making a fool of herself with that guy. He’s not good enough for her.”

Shikamaru smirked, clearly amused. “And who is? You?”

“Tch.” Sasuke turned away, his jaw tightening. “Forget it.”

Later that afternoon, you excused yourself from the group to grab a water bottle from the vending machines near the gym. The hallways were quiet, the distant echoes of basketball practice barely audible. You were about to turn the corner when a hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you into an empty hallway.

“Hey—what the hell?” you yelped, your heart racing until you saw who it was.

Sasuke.

His dark eyes bore into yours, his grip firm but not painful. The air between you felt heavy, his towering presence pinning you in place.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice low and sharp.

You yanked your arm free, glaring up at him. “What are you talking about?”

“That guy.” His words were practically spat out. “Kaito. You think he actually cares about you?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “And what would you know about it, Sasuke? You don’t know him, and you sure as hell don’t know me anymore.”

His smirk was anything but friendly. “Oh, I know you, [Name]. Better than he does. Better than he ever will.”

“Get over yourself,” you snapped, stepping back. But he followed, his presence overwhelming.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, his tone dark and possessive. “You think Kaito’s gonna protect you? Keep you safe?”

“I don’t need anyone to protect me,” you shot back. “Least of all you.”

His smirk faltered, replaced by something colder. “Just remember this, [Name]. If he screws up, I’ll be there. And don’t think for a second I’ll let you forget who you belong to.”

You felt your blood boil. “I don’t belong to anyone, least of all you, Sasuke. So stay out of my life.”

You shoved past him, your heart pounding as you hurried down the hall. Sasuke returned to the court, his mood even darker than before. Naruto was the first to notice.

“What’s with you now?” he asked, dribbling the ball lazily.

Sasuke leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowing. “She’s wasting her time with that idiot. I don’t get what she sees in him.”

“You’re jealous,” Shikamaru said simply, his tone bored but amused.

“I’m not jealous,” Sasuke bit out.

“Yeah, sure,” Naruto said with a grin. “That’s why you’re acting like someone stole your favorite toy.”

Sasuke glared at him, but Shikamaru only smirked. “If you’re so bothered by it, why don’t you just tell her how you feel?”

Sasuke scoffed, running a hand through his hair.

“None of your business,” Sasuke muttered.

“You’re acting like a psycho,” Shikamaru said, not bothering to sugarcoat it. “You want her? Fine. But this whole ‘bully her until she comes running’ thing isn’t gonna work.”

Sasuke’s smirk was sharp, dangerous. “She’ll come around.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Naruto pressed, genuinely curious.

Sasuke’s eyes darkened, his voice low and venomous. “Then I’ll make her.”

The room fell silent, his words lingering like a threat. Sasuke leaned back, arms crossed as his teammates exchanged wary glances. No one dared to challenge him, not when his mind was set.

Because when Sasuke Uchiha wanted something, he always got it.

The energy in the gymnasium reached a fever pitch as students from both schools filled the bleachers for homecoming. The court gleamed under the bright lights, the cheers of the crowd blending into an electrifying roar. It was basketball players against basketball players, cheerleaders against cheerleaders, and everyone was here to win.

The home team’s basketball lineup was stacked: Sasuke, Naruto, Shikamaru, Choji, Neji, and Kiba. Each of them wore determined expressions as they warmed up on the court, the pride of their school riding on their shoulders.

The cheer squad, led by you, was just as ready. Alongside you were Sakura, Temari, Hinata, TenTen, Ino, and Karin, all dressed in matching uniforms that sparkled in the gym lights. The six of you had been practicing nonstop for weeks, and now it was time to show off your hard work. The first half of the basketball game was intense. Sasuke led the charge with sharp precision, his movements fluid and calculated as he dominated the court. Naruto’s energy was infectious, his quick passes and layups keeping the crowd on their feet. Shikamaru’s strategic plays, Kiba’s aggressive defense, Neji’s perfect aim, and Choji’s sheer power kept the opposing team on their toes.

Every time one of them scored, you and the cheer squad erupted into choreographed chants and routines, pumping up the crowd with your high-flying stunts and sharp moves.

The rival cheer squad was just as fierce, matching your energy with routines of their own. But the moment came for the halftime cheer battle, and the gym fell silent with anticipation.

The rival squad went first, nailing a routine filled with flips, basket tosses, and tight formations that left the crowd roaring.

But when it was your turn, you and your squad brought the fire. From the moment the music started, you hit every move with precision. Temari and Sakura nailed their tumbling passes, Hinata’s flyer stunts were flawless, and TenTen’s powerful jumps drew cheers from the crowd. You and Ino closed the routine with a jaw-dropping stunt, hitting the perfect scorpion pose at the peak of a basket toss.

When your routine ended, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers, and it was clear your squad had stolen the show.

“Hell yeah!” Naruto yelled from the bench, pumping his fist in the air.

“Of course, we crushed them,” Temari said confidently, high-fiving you as you returned to the sidelines.

Everything was perfect. Or so you thought. As you grabbed a water bottle, laughing with your friends about your routine, your eyes scanned the gym for your boyfriend, Kaito. But what you saw made your stomach drop.

Kaito was standing near the bleachers with one of the rival team’s cheerleaders, a girl in a red and black uniform. They were laughing together, her hand resting on his chest in a way that made your skin crawl.

And then he kissed her.

Your bottle slipped from your hand, clattering to the floor. The noise drew the attention of your friends, who followed your gaze.

“No way,” Ino whispered, her jaw dropping.

“That bastard,” Temari hissed, her eyes narrowing.

Sakura’s hand flew to her mouth. “I can’t believe him.”

Even Hinata, usually so kind and quiet, frowned deeply. “How could he do that to you?”

On the court, Sasuke had seen the whole thing. His dark eyes narrowed as he tracked the scene, his grip on the basketball tightening.

“Looks like Kaito’s showing his true colors,” Shikamaru said lazily, though his sharp gaze lingered on you.

Naruto’s brows furrowed. “What the hell? That’s messed up. Poor [Name].”

Kiba growled under his breath. “She doesn’t deserve that.”

Sasuke said nothing, but the dark look in his eyes spoke volumes. He wasn’t angry for you—no, it was more selfish than that. He was furious that Kaito had dared to think he could have you in the first place. Despite the betrayal, the halftime performance couldn’t wait. You wiped your eyes quickly, forcing yourself to focus as the music started. Your movements were sharp, your smile forced but unshaken as you executed the routine perfectly.

Sakura placed a hand on your shoulder as you transitioned to the next formation, her eyes full of silent support. Temari took the lead on a tumbling pass, her fierce energy spurring the crowd into cheers. Ino and Hinata executed their stunts flawlessly, while TenTen added a powerful jump combination that brought the house down.

You finished the routine with a show-stopping pyramid, standing tall at the top despite the ache in your chest.

The crowd erupted into applause, and as you climbed down, Temari whispered, “You’re stronger than this, [Name]. Don’t let him see you break.”

You nodded, your resolve hardening. The boys returned to the court, their energy even fiercer than before. Sasuke played like a man possessed, his movements sharp and unforgiving as he dominated the court. Every time he scored, his dark eyes flicked to you, as if silently daring you to look away.

Naruto matched his energy, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a fiery determination. Kiba and Neji locked down the rival team’s offense, while Choji and Shikamaru coordinated flawless plays.

The game ended with an overwhelming victory for your team, and the gym erupted into cheers.

As you packed up with your friends, you felt a dark presence behind you. Turning, you saw Sasuke, his smirk sharp and his gaze heavy.

“Kaito’s a waste of time,” he said, his voice low so only you could hear. “You know that now, don’t you?”

You glared at him, your voice steady despite the storm inside you. “It’s none of your business, Sasuke.”

He stepped closer, his smirk deepening. “You’ll see, princess. You’ll forget about him soon enough.”

And with that, he walked away, leaving you with more questions than answers.

The weekend had finally arrived, and for once, the group chat was blowing up with excitement. After the chaos of homecoming—the cheer battle, the drama with Kaito, and the aftermath of the game—you and your friends decided it was time for a girls’ day. No boys, no distractions, just you, Sakura, Temari, Ino, Hinata, Karin, and TenTen enjoying each other’s company.

The plan was simple: brunch, shopping, and an all-night movie marathon back at the dorms. The café was warm and cozy, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filling the air as you all gathered around a large corner table.

“I’m still pissed about Kaito,” Temari said bluntly, stabbing her fork into a stack of pancakes. “Seriously, what kind of idiot cheats during homecoming? In front of half the school, no less.”

You sighed, swirling your straw in your iced coffee. “I’d rather not talk about him, honestly. I’m over it.”

“Good,” Ino said with a flip of her hair. “Because he’s not worth your time. If you ask me, he was holding you back anyway.”

“I agree,” Hinata said softly, offering you a kind smile. “You deserve someone who respects you.”

“Or no one at all!” Karin added with a smirk. “Who needs guys, anyway? They’re all trouble.”

“Speak for yourself,” Sakura teased, leaning back in her chair. “Some of us have boyfriends who aren’t jerks.”

“Yeah, how’s Mr. Random these days?” Temari asked with a raised eyebrow.

Sakura laughed. “He’s fine, thanks for asking. But let’s not make this about me. What’s our shopping plan?” The mall was buzzing with life, and the seven of you wasted no time diving into your favorite stores.

“Try this on!” Ino exclaimed, holding up a sparkly dress in your direction.

“Absolutely not,” you said, laughing as she shoved it into your arms anyway.

Temari and TenTen were busy sorting through racks of jackets, debating the merits of leather versus denim, while Karin inspected a display of sunglasses.

Hinata, ever the quiet one, was browsing through a rack of cozy sweaters, her cheeks pink from all the attention she kept drawing.

“Sasuke’s going to lose his mind when he sees you in this,” Sakura whispered to you with a sly grin as you held up a fitted outfit in the mirror.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not dressing for him.”

“Uh-huh, sure you’re not,” Ino teased, nudging you.

“Leave her alone,” Hinata said gently, though her smile was teasing. “Let her have fun without thinking about him for once.”

You appreciated the support, even if the thought of Sasuke had been lingering in the back of your mind. He’d been acting stranger than usual lately, and the tension between you two was undeniable. By the time you returned to the dorms, your arms were full of shopping bags, and everyone was buzzing with excitement for the movie marathon.

Temari and TenTen set up snacks, a mix of popcorn, chips, and candy spread across the coffee table. Karin queued up the movies, while Hinata and Ino fussed over blankets and pillows, making the space as comfortable as possible.

“Alright,” Sakura said, plopping onto the couch with a tub of ice cream. “What are we watching first?”

“Something scary,” Temari suggested, her grin mischievous.

“No way!” Hinata protested, clutching a pillow to her chest.

“How about a rom-com?” Ino suggested, earning groans from half the group.

In the end, you settled on an action-packed blockbuster, complete with explosions and dramatic one-liners. The room was filled with laughter and playful banter as you all got comfortable, the stress of the past week melting away. Somewhere between the second and third movie, the conversation shifted.

“Do you ever think about what life would’ve been like if we weren’t all so… competitive?” Sakura asked, her voice soft.

Temari snorted. “Boring, that’s for sure.”

“I like the way things are now,” TenTen said, stretching. “We might argue sometimes, but we’ve got each other’s backs.”

Karin nodded. “Yeah. Even when things suck—like [Name] dealing with Kaito—we stick together.”

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. “I couldn’t ask for better friends.”

Hinata reached over to squeeze your hand. “And we’ll always be here for you.”

As the night wore on, you felt lighter than you had in weeks. The drama with Kaito, the tension with Sasuke—it all seemed so far away when you were surrounded by your friends.

Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you wouldn’t face them alone. The next day you actually decide to go with Sakura idea with changing yourself

Sakura, Ino, and Temari had practically dragged you into their rooms earlier, determined to give you a “makeover.”

“Okay, this is perfect,” Temari said, holding up a black halter crop top and a pair of low-rise jeans with a statement belt.

“Add these,” Ino said, handing over a pair of silver hoop earrings, a Dior necklace, and sleek sunglasses.

“And don’t forget the Prada bag!” Sakura chimed in, holding up a chic black purse.

“You have to wear these heels too,” Hinata said shyly, placing strappy black stilettos at your feet.

You stared at the collection of clothes and accessories, feeling both nervous and excited. “Are you sure about this?”

“Stop doubting yourself!” Ino said, practically shoving you toward the bathroom. “Trust us—you’ll look incredible.”

When you finally stepped out of the bathroom, the girls’ reactions were instantaneous.

“Holy crap,” Temari said, giving an impressed whistle.

“Shut up, you look like a celebrity,” Sakura said, her eyes wide with approval.

“Seriously, [Name],” Ino added, a grin spreading across her face. “You’re going to make jaws drop.”

You turned to the mirror, and your breath hitched. The sleek black halter top paired perfectly with the low-rise jeans, accentuating your curves without overdoing it. The accessories tied everything together, giving the outfit a polished, glamorous look, and the strappy heels added just the right amount of height.

For the first time in a while, you felt bold, confident—unstoppable.

“Okay,” you said with a shy smile, “you win. I love it.” Walking into school that day felt like something out of a dream. The moment you stepped into the main building, the atmosphere shifted. Heads turned, conversations paused, and a ripple of whispers followed your every step.

“Is that [Name]?” someone murmured.

“Damn, she looks so good,” another voice said.

You kept your head high, the confidence from your new look radiating with every step. It wasn’t about the attention—it was about how you felt. And for the first time in a long while, you felt completely in control.

When you met up with your cheer squad in the courtyard, their reactions were just as enthusiastic.

“You actually did it!” Sakura exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “I told you you’d look amazing.”

“You’re killing it,” Karin said, adjusting her own sunglasses.

“Everyone’s talking about you,” Temari said with a smirk.

Hinata blushed, offering you a soft smile. “You look… stunning.”

TenTen nodded in agreement. “This is a total power move. I’m here for it.”

As the girls hyped you up, you couldn’t help but smile. For the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you belonged—confident, carefree, and surrounded by the best friends you could ever ask for. new outfit, it was like the air shifted. Every hallway you entered became unnervingly quiet as heads turned and eyes followed your every step. You were oblivious to it all, smiling and waving at familiar faces as you made your way to class, but the boys? They weren’t subtle.

“Yo, [Name]!” Kiba’s voice rang out behind you as you reached for your locker. You turned, surprised to see him practically jogging toward you with a cocky grin on his face.

“You look… different today,” he said, his eyes roaming your outfit unapologetically. “I like it. Maybe you’d let me take you out sometime?” The day had started like any other: tense, unpredictable, and exhausting. Ever since you had transferred to Konoha High, it had been like living in a nightmare, and the devil running it all was Sasuke Uchiha. He wasn’t just the school’s star athlete or the handsome boy every girl fawned over—he was untouchable. The heir to the Uchiha family, the wealthiest and most dangerous mafia in the region, Sasuke owned the school. Literally.

It started small—your textbooks disappearing, your locker being tampered with. Then it escalated. Falsely being accused of cheating on a major test, only for the principal to call you into his office, pretending to be “concerned” while Sasuke stood smugly behind him.

“I saw her,” Sasuke had said, his tone calm but full of venom. “She had notes hidden in her lap. I figured someone like her wouldn’t be smart enough to pass on her own.”

Your protests had fallen on deaf ears, and while you weren’t formally punished, the damage to your reputation was done. Sasuke always made sure of it.

You blinked at him, confused. “Take me out? Like, to lunch?”

Kiba chuckled, stepping closer, his tone dropping to something lower. “Sure, lunch… or whatever else you’d like.”

“Oh! Um, thanks, but I think I’m okay,” you replied, smiling politely but completely missing his insinuation.

Before Kiba could press further, Sai appeared, sliding in smoothly with his usual unreadable smirk. “Kiba, you’re coming on too strong,” Sai said, his voice calm but condescending.

“Mind your business,” Kiba snapped, glaring at him.

Sai ignored him, his sharp gaze fixed on you. “Don’t let him bother you, [Name]. You look stunning today. Really… captivating.” His words made your stomach twist, though you couldn’t place why.

“Oh, um, thank you, Sai,” you mumbled, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Why don’t I walk you to class?” Sai offered, taking a step closer.

“I was talking to her first!” Kiba cut in, stepping between you and Sai.

The two boys squared off, each sizing the other up like you were some kind of prize to be won. You took a step back, unsure how to handle the sudden tension. Now, you were standing in one of the school’s storage closets, the faint scent of cleaning supplies and dust filling your nose. The problem? You hadn’t willingly walked in here.

It had been another one of Sasuke’s “games.” He’d cornered you during lunch, his dark eyes gleaming with malicious amusement.

“What do you want?” you’d demanded, clutching your tray tightly.

“To talk,” he had said smoothly before leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “In private.”

You had tried to refuse, but it didn’t matter. Within moments, he’d dragged you down an empty hallway, ignoring your protests and shoving you into the closet. The sound of the lock clicking into place sent a wave of panic through you.

“Sasuke!” you yelled, pounding on the door. “Let me out!”

On the other side, you could hear his deep chuckle, full of mockery.

“Not until you say ‘please,’” he taunted.

“I’m serious! This isn’t funny!”

“Oh, but it is,” he replied, his voice dripping with condescension. “You’ve been walking around like you own the place lately, acting like you’re untouchable. I think you need a reminder of who’s really in charge here.”

Your hands balled into fists, tears of frustration prickling at your eyes. “What is wrong with you? Why do you keep doing this to me?”

There was a brief pause before he spoke again, his tone colder this time. “Because I can. And because you need to learn that no one crosses an Uchiha.”

You slumped against the door, the weight of his words sinking in. There was no point in fighting him. No matter how much you wanted to report him, no one would believe you. The teachers, the principal—even the other students—they were all under his family’s thumb. Eventually, he opened the door, his smirk as sharp as a knife. You tried to shove past him, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back into the room.

“Not so fast,” he said, his voice low and threatening. “You think you can just walk away?”

“Let me go,” you snapped, trying to wrench your arm free, but his grip was ironclad.

He stepped closer, his dark eyes boring into yours. “You’re so naive, you know that? Always acting like you’re better than me. Like you don’t notice the way people look at you.”

You froze as his free hand brushed against your waist, his touch lingering for far too long.

“Stop it,” you said, your voice trembling.

“Why?” he asked, leaning in so his breath tickled your ear. “You don’t seem to mind when other guys look at you. Or is it just me you have a problem with?”

Your stomach twisted in disgust as his hand moved up to your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You’re pathetic,” he said, though his tone was almost… possessive. “Thinking you can escape me. Thinking you can avoid me.”

He finally released you, but not before brushing his fingers along your jaw. “Get used to it, [Name]. No one’s going to save you from me.” By the time you escaped his grip, you were trembling, anger and humiliation boiling inside you. But as you made your way to class, it was obvious nothing would change.

When you told Sakura and the others what had happened, they listened with concern but eventually fell silent, exchanging nervous glances.

“What?” you asked, your voice breaking.

“It’s not that we don’t believe you,” Sakura said carefully, her eyes flickering to the side. “It’s just… it’s Sasuke. He gets away with everything.”

“Why doesn’t anyone do anything about it?”

“Because they’re scared,” Hinata whispered, her voice barely audible. “His family… they have too much power. Even the police don’t interfere with them.”

You wanted to scream, to cry, but you didn’t. Instead, you steeled yourself, determined not to let him break you.

But Sasuke wasn’t done. He never was. It wasn’t just the bullying. It was the way he always seemed to be watching you, his dark gaze following your every move. The way he’d corner you in empty hallways, his hands brushing against you as he whispered cruel taunts in your ear.

“You’re too soft,” he’d say, his tone mocking. “You’ll never survive here without me.”

You hated him. But more than that, you hated how powerless you felt.

Because in this school, Sasuke Uchiha wasn’t just a bully. He was a king. And no one defied him without paying the price.

The venue was breathtaking—an opulent mansion owned by the family of one of Sasuke’s basketball teammates. It wasn’t just any house; it was the kind of place you’d only see in movies. Ornate chandeliers lit the massive hallways, and floor-to-ceiling windows gave a view of the sprawling backyard, complete with a pool glowing under string lights. Music pulsed through the walls, heavy bass vibrating in the air, blending with the hum of laughter and conversation.

You arrived with your group of friends, feeling both excited and a little nervous. Parties like this weren’t your usual scene, but after much begging and coaxing from Sakura and Temari, you’d finally agreed.

“C’mon, you deserve to have fun!” Sakura had said earlier, practically dragging you out of your dorm room. “It’ll be good for you to let loose for once!”

And so, here you were, standing just inside the mansion’s grand entrance, your outfit—chosen with the help of your friends—turning heads as soon as you walked in. The black romper hugged your figure in all the right places, and the strappy heels accentuated your legs. Your long hair fell in loose waves down your back, catching the light every time you moved.

“You look so hot tonight,” Temari whispered, leaning in with a grin as she linked her arm with yours. “Every guy here is going to be all over you.”

You laughed nervously. “Let’s hope not.”

But even as you said it, you could feel eyes on you—lingering stares from guys scattered throughout the room. You tried to focus on your friends instead. The night started off lighthearted. Drinks were poured, laughter filled the air, and everyone seemed to be in good spirits. Sakura found her boyfriend almost immediately, pulling him into a kiss before disappearing into the crowd with him. Temari and Hinata were quick to drag you toward the bar, where a line of colorful cocktails was set up.

“You have to try this one,” Temari said, handing you a drink with a mischievous smile. “It’s sweet, but it’ll hit you later if you’re not careful.”

“Should I be worried?” you asked, eyeing the drink suspiciously.

“Only if you’re a lightweight,” she teased.

The first sip was surprisingly good, and before you knew it, you were halfway through your second glass. The alcohol loosened your nerves, making it easier to join in the fun. The girls dragged you onto the dance floor, where the music thumped loudly, and the energy was contagious.

Tenten twirled you around, laughing as you stumbled slightly in your heels. “You’re getting the hang of this!” she said.

“Barely,” you replied, giggling.

The group danced together, your movements syncing with the rhythm of the music. You felt free, the worries of the week melting away as you lost yourself in the moment.

But across the room, someone else was watching.

Sasuke stood with his group near the bar, a drink in hand. His dark eyes followed your every move, narrowing slightly when he noticed the way other guys were starting to notice you too. He didn’t say anything, but his grip on his glass tightened.

Naruto nudged him. “You okay, man? You’ve been staring over there for a while.”

Sasuke didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he downed the rest of his drink and set the glass on the counter with more force than necessary. “I’ll be fine,” he muttered, though his gaze never left you. As the night wore on, your friends began to leave one by one. Temari and Hinata left first, with Naruto and Shikamaru escorting them out. Tenten left with Neji shortly after, and Sakura had long since disappeared with her boyfriend.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured them when they asked if you wanted to leave too.

But now, as the crowd thinned and the music softened, you realized you were alone.

Or so you thought.

Sasuke appeared beside you, his presence suffocating as he leaned in close. “Looks like it’s just us now.”

His words sent a chill dowon your spine, and you suddenly felt very aware of how vulnerable you were.

“Get off me sasuke!” With your friends now gone from the party you were now vulnerable to sasuke and he took this time to make his full move on you. Getting tired of you fighting agasint him he smacks so hard that your head whipped back to two sides you then look at him with teary eyes terrified of him. That was moment he realized how much control he had of you. And how innocent you were.

“Just wait until we get into in my dorm Im gonna ruin you.” He says darkly chuckling to himself.

You are now currently in sasuke dorm His hands are on your waist, pressing you agasint the wall with no way out. You try to protest but kisses you immediately with tongue causing tension to rise he presses you into the wall further after he finishes kissing you salvia breaks apart with your heaving breathing. God he just wants to ruin. He then grabs the back of your hair gripping it tightly. “Im going to lift you up on my shoulders and if you try anything it won’t end well for you. “

You whimper in response not knowing what to say he took that as you responding and lift your legs up on his shoulders. He takes off your red lace panties tucking them in his pockets. “We’re gonna fall!-“ he then uses he left arm grabbing my mother closing my mouth shut. He then presses his mouth up to your cunt his tongue wrapping around clit you immediately let out a small moan and whimper. You never touched yourself so this new feeling felt intense.

Letting he left hand go off your mouth he starts kneading both of your breasts adding more pleasure. He continues to suck and lick at your clit skillfully. Your breath catches in your throat swallowing a lump in your throat, your head starts to fall back into the wall gripping on sasuke’s hair. It feels so good. Way too good. Tears start to well up in your eyes. “Sasuke T-to much-“ Your voice is weak as you protest. “Well Thats just to bad.” He then uses his finger against your hole, twisting it until it pushes your velvet walls. He then hums lapping at your clit, sloppily pressing his tongue on your clit dragging upwards before moving his tongue side to side across your bud. Sasuke then starts sloppily using his finger in your hole pressing against your g spot.

You start to let out incoherent moans and cries. “P-please it’s to much!” Sasuke then looks up at you for a second. “Can’t even speak correctly I must be eating you out to good.” He then stoops eating you out using his fingers for your hole. His fingers then start pounding into your hole relentlessly the heel of his hand slapping against your clit. You then feel something way intense. Too intense. You then feel you a knot coming into your stomach and your toes curling. “It hurts sasuke.” He then looks up at you again. “Your to tight just calm down.” He then uses his fingers to rub at your clit. And your mouth forms into an O shape letting out loud moans.

Your pleasure then builds up stacks of build unfold by itself. You cum hard. Nasty wet squelches could be heard around the room. Your now letting out broken moans and cries. Without stopping he then puts his mouth back on your clit still fingering hard he then curls his fingers into your g-spot. You sob, his pace being non persistent and mean, bullying you past your organisms. And you start to tremble heavily. “P/please Sasuke Im sorry just stop please-!” You cry desperately as his fingers curl into you harder his tongue slurping on your clit. You feel something deep inside you snap. You then let out a scream. You then feel something warm. You then look down on sasuke face in horror.

You squirted. Sasuke then speaks and laughs at your pathetic state did you just squirt? (Name).” Too out breath to say nothing you just stare at him with swelling eyes. He then drops you off his shoulders with your legs so wobbly he then pushes you on the bed harshly back hitting the bed. He then grabs one of your legs putting it on his shoulders “W-wait! I’ve never done this before.” He then takes off his clothes revealing his toned body. He pumps himself a few times. You then look at with tear filled eyes. “I-it won’t fit” You whimper. Sasuke just grins down and laugh at you.

“Then I’ll make it fit.” Beige surging his hips forward. He then bottoms you out in one go, his groan drowned out by your louder whines. Your previous orgasms let him slip right in, but damnit your walls hugged and squeezed him so tight, too much for him not to snap his hips forward. Your mouth gapes at his harsh rhythm creating a sloppy and nasty sound in the room that just drives him to fuck you harder and faster. Your insides felt so full that you could burst. His cock is doing nothing but spitting you apart in a way it got your brain melting into a putty. With your eyes getting watery as it is. Beautiful noises coming out of so loudly that sasuke had to bend down and shut you up himself squeezed your cheeks so hard your cheeks started looking like a red tomato. He then lets go kissing you sloppily a mess of salvia from both tongues disconnecting Sasuke then grabs a bouncing tit squeezes hard while he still kept you face upturned to his, calling you degrading words while his hand was rubbing on your clit again. “You don’t want this but you’re being a crybaby creaming around me.” He said looking at your teary eyes.

He can feel himself bump into your cervix, He then looks back up to look at your face to see that yiur eyes had permanently rolled back of your head, your tongue out and drooling. God he wanna stay in this moment forever. Sasuke then engrave the image of you in the back of his mind immediately throwing his head back with a loud moan, the rough rutting of his hips having your hand to try and push him off weakly when your insides throbbed, incoherent babbles then come out of your mouth about a organism. “Yeah? Gonna cum again crybaby?” He rasps out, gathers your wrists tight in one hand as he fucked you hard and rough with everything he had, delirious in his own upcoming high. “Cmon crybaby cum all over my cock. Fuuuckkk-“

You couldn’t even form words, you just came seconds after with your back curling off thr bed, dumb squeals and cries muffled by sasuke hand. The bed creaking and headboard hitting the wall so aggressively. His hand pushing you roughly on the in the pillow, a spew of curses leaving his lips out of pure bliss HES feeling right now. He panted out like a a dog, still cumming lazily rocking shallow thrusts into you, blobs of white overflowing around the edges and dribbling in a puddle under your ass. He finally pulls out. He then lets out a laugh at your fucked out expression. He leaned then licking your neck and kissing it. You then let out a whimper.

You tried to get up but he pushes you back down. “Lay back down you’re not going anywhere looking like that.” With no energy left you just do as he says. Immediately falling asleep in his arms.

[sweetlyskz]

Emerald Gem||Chapter Five

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|Chapter seven|Chapter eight||Chapter nine|Chapter ten (finale!)|

Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x fem!reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one the talk to but the pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stable upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

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"How much longer do we have to keep walking?"

The group was extremely sick and exhausted, walking miles and miles along the forest. When Jimin had no more energy left, the youngest carried him on his back. The pack leader was fearful of the government coming to find them, so during the day they walked nonstop. And when the sun would finally rest, they would rest in the nearest cave or by the tallest tree.

"Until we make it to some water", Joon claimed, ears perked to listen for the closest stream. "I can hear it. We're almost there."

"We wouldn't have had to run, y'know..." Jimin was absentmindedly whispering his thoughts, delirious from lack of sleep.

"I miss her", Tae whined. "And I miss the food, and the comfy bed, and the little chickens..."

Namjoon ignored their complaints, keeping the same pace. He was just as sick and tired as they were, but his love for his pack kept him strong. Now matter how much they tried to convince him to stay, it didn't work. But they couldn't blame him- Namjoon has been burned before.

And he wasn't gonna let it happen again.

Justin didn't like taking the bus. The older kids always made fun of him. Plus, his school was only a couple of minutes away from home if he took the shortcut. So everyday afterschool he would hop the fence behind the school and take left and right turns through the alleyways to get home.

Until one day where he met a little wolf hybrid. Justin had stumbled upon the little guy next to a dumpster in the alley. He was frail and weak looking. His short was torn, his pants were jagged, and the soles of his feet were black.

"Hey little guy", Justin whispered, slowly walking up to the wolf as to not startle him. However it did quite the opposite.

"Please!" He screamed. "I'll go but please don't hurt me!"

With that, Justin backed away. "I'm not gonna hurt you- promise!" The hybrid stood on his feet with haste, getting ready to make a fast exit.

But Justin didn't wanna let him go.

"Are you lost? Do you need some help?" That's when he realized Justin wasn't coming for him- he probably didn't even know who he was.

"N-no. Im f-fine", he whispered, making his way to the kind human who offered to help him. "Just please don't tell anyone I'm here-please." He got down on his knees and pleaded.

"I won't, I swear. But, you can't stay here. Whoever you're hiding from will find you as easily as I did."

The hybrid thought for a second, pondering over his next moves. He's probably been on the run his whole life. His street smarts are probably beyond compare. At least, that's what Justin thought.

"I have nowhere to go..." He whispered. "My family... they're dead. They're all dead- and I'm alone."

It was like looking in a mirror. Justin had found someone just like him. Parentless, scared, afraid. He had a feeling he could help. "You can come stay with me for a while", he offered.

And just like that- he found himself stepping into Justins small apartment. It was cramped, but it's all Justin could afford so he made it work. They lived together for month before Justin finally asked what his name was.

"Namjoon", he replied. "My name is Kim Namjoon, and I'm wanted for murder."

***

Some of the food in your fridge had spoiled. Just to prevent from wasting you walked miles away to the nearest neighbor and gave them all of your leftovers. It been a couple weeks since the guys had left, and you were feeling lost-empty. You knew who they were. You knew what people called him. You knew they were wanted by the government, but it didn't stop you from taking them in.

And even though they hadn't stayed long, it was hard to imagine what life was like without them- especially when you had already imagined a life with them.

When it was time to rest your head, you would walk by their rooms and whisper goodnight. But even though no one was there, the ghost of them always replied back, "goodnight, sweet dreams."

Every now and then you swear you hear laughing downstairs, the sound of Hoseok rolling around in the grassy field, or even the sound of Taehyung flipping the page of a good book. Every now and then, while making dinner, you feel a presence creep up behind you asking "Can I just have one bite? How will I know if it's good if I don't try it?" Jungkook loved to sneak bits of supper before it was ready.

The feeling made you queasy, and it brought tears to your eyes. It made you anxious, so you watched the new every night in hopes that they hadn't been caught. Because, even though they didn't want to stay with you, you sure as hell weren't going to let the researchers have them.

You had already made that mistake once before.

Your birthday party was absolutely amazing! Your friends were there, all of your family came. Even the gifts were memorable. However, something was missing. Your nine year old self couldn't put your finger on it, but something seemed off about that day. It felt as though you were at someone else's birthday party, like the party wasn't for you.

If wasn't until you got older that you realized that it was true- it wasn't technically your birthday party. It was your birthday- that part it true. However, the party was your father's. It was your father's friends, it was their children. They were never your friends. No one would even notice if you weren't there.

So you left.

By your house was a lake, a peaceful lake where all you could hear was the wind blowing through the trees. That's where you snuck off to that night. That's where you met Mina. She was a wolf- the most beautiful wolf you might ever have seen (the only wolf at that time). Her fur was pure white with specks of gray, and her eyes shimmered in the moonlight. One might've been afraid of her, but you certainly were not. She could tell.

"You come here often, Don't you?" The wolf could speak. For some reason, that didn't scare you either. "From the trees, I notice you come hear to wipe your tears. What's bothering you?"

"I'm alone", you whispered, audibly enough for her to hear. "I don't think I'm supposed to exist. All the signs point against it." You laid in the grass, picking piece to fiddle with. Telling your secrets to a total stranger wasn't the best option. But for you, it was the only option.

"Don't speak such words", she scolded. "Close your eyes. I wanna show you a secret."

You obeyed, shutting your eyes as tight as you could. Out of nowhere, great winds blew and the ground shook.

"Now, open."

She was gone. She vanished, right in front of you. The wolf had vanished, and what replaced it was even more beautiful. Her hair was silver. Her eyes were green. She clothed her self in leaves- fitted like a dress.

"Happy birthday, pup", she smiled. Your eyes began to shed tears. She was the first person to wish you happy birthday- Not even your parents did so.

"T-thank you", you sniffled. "I'm Y/n." She patted your head, the same way your mother once did. It was comforting. Here she was, a total stranger, and she's given you more attention than your mother has in a long time. It entranced you, to the point of laying your head on her

"I know", She sighed. "The nights not going so well, is it?"

You nodded. "When does it ever? I'm nine and feel like I'm an adult- so much I haven't done with so much responsibility."

Daciana was her name, a quite beautiful name. You told her all your fears and she held you close. She comforted you when no one else would.

You will never forgive yourself for what happened to her...

***

The cave was cold, almost icy. Jin wanted to light a fire but Joon was strongly against it. "That'll make us an easy target", he scolded.

Jimin laid flat on his back, having no neck or back support. He thought of you. What are you doing right now? What may you be wearing? He dreamed of the dinner you might be cooking.

Does she even care that we're gone?

Jungkook was trying his best to keep Hobi's fever down, but it continued to rise. Taehyung was in excruciating pain. Yoongi was absolutely delirious and Joon could hardly breathe, choosing the solid ground as the best place to rest.

"Joon, we can't go on like this", Jin begged. It hurt him to see his pack in so much pain. It hurt even more to know the cause of it was his pack alpha.

He heaved, trying to get back on his two feet with no avail. "What else can we do? The minute we think we're safe, we'll will be taken. You know this! Where can we possibly go?"

"Back home", Jimin mumbled, using the last bits of his energy. "I wanna go back home, to Y/n."

"Me too", Kook whispered just audible enough to hear. The rest of the pack agreed, sharing their sentiments- everyone except Namjoon. While everyone whined and groaned, he laughed exasperatedly.

"Are you guys serious? She would've turned us over to the authors the minute she found out who we really are! How many times do I have to tell you this? You cannot trust humans."

Jin was fed up. He was sick, exhausted, and lonely. And he was done following orders.

"What do you think you're doing?" The pack watched Jin as he put Jimin on his back, heading towards the entrance of the cave.

"We're going home, Joon..." Jimin struggled to keep his eyes open, but a smile was plastered on his face. It was hard to miss his excitement, even if it was a little hard for him to express. "Anyone who wants to come can come, but I'm tired of living in fear."

He continued, pointing towards his alpha. "Let me know when you're done too. You know where to find us."

And with that, the six pack member left the dark and empty cave, leaving Namjoon alone with his thoughts.

What am I gonna do now? He thought.

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[blushingbubbles]

Saw your post about wanting to write and thought I’d send a setting and let your mind run wild and share with us what you come up with.

The setting is a free use city. Everyone is of legal age and clean. Anyone wearing a collar is free use to anyone. Any man/woman could take you at any time. Waiting in line for food and the man behind you starts fingering you. At the register a free use woman is being fucked by the manager while you give your order. When you get on the bus, the driver grabs you to suck his cock while he drives and doesn’t let you go when your stop comes up. Your home has no locks and men can come and go in the night as they please.

How do you see a day living like this going?

first of all, thank you for giving the addendumn that everyone is clean and legal 🥰

this is a free use society marked by color-coded collars -- green for newbies (which are observers ONLY), blue for novices (who can be used ONLY by other novices and are also MENTORED by silves), and silvers (to be used by EVERYONE).

also cameramen take shifts night & day to film the sex happening in the city. they stream it all live, and people across the world can subscribe to see it. the subscription prices cover every civilian's taxes because im sick of paying mine lol

and i added a little tech in here too for like an extra layer of consent bc extra consent is extra sexy

this is SO FREAKING LONG SORRY NOT SORRY

It's 1:30 in the morning when the collar vibrates for the first time. The movement isn't enough to completely wake me. By now, I've gotten used to the sensation, the shifting coolness against my skin.

Someone's reserved me -- likely Charlie, the bartender in the apartment just above mine.

But it's only likely. I won't know for sure until they arrive.

The collar vibrates again at 1:40, and my eyes flicker open. If I really wanted to, I could disable the vibrations. If I really really wanted to, like some of my friends, I could take the collar off at night.

The system would label me "offline," my door would automatically lock, and I wouldn't be woken at 1:30 in the morning. But by this point it's a habit to keep it on.

The collar vibrates again, a third and final time, and my front door opens.

Charlie calls my name through the apartment. When I dont answer, he wanders the hall to my bedroom. His belt is already off. I wave at him from the pile of blankets.

"Hi."

He smiles, his belt hits the floor, and he unbuttons his dark jeans. "Thought for sure you'd be asleep."

I yawn and stretch, pointing to the silver collar winking in the light. "It woke me up. Do you want me to be asleep?"

His shirt went next. Then his boxers.

"No, but if I woke you up and you knew it was me without opening your eyes, it'd be hot as fuck."

"I'd always know," I admit. He grins and attempts to untangle my legs from the blankets. "You smell like whiskey. Like...all the time."

"That bad?"

"After leaving the bar? It's a dead giveaway."

When my legs are free, he rolls me onto my side. The little purple numbers on the nightstand clock glow back at me.

My back presses flush against his chest, and despite me lifting my leg for easier access, I feel myself on the verge of another yawn.

He kneads my tits and groans in my ear, "Fuckin' missed these."

Half a moment later, he slips inside me, and we both gasp.

The clock reads 1:59.

--

Sundays are my favorite day of the week. After changing my sheets and tidying my apartment, I stick an arm out the window to test the temperature.

On the street below, a woman moans. From the fire escape, I can see them both. The man kneeling before her wears a silver collar resembling my own, and she's grasping on the wall behind her, her chin tipped up. Next to them a man wearing a black vest films. It's Sam, this side of the city's morning videographer.

I get coffee with my friend Ash and we sit outside, enjoying the spring breeze. They play with their collar -- blue now instead of green.

"So I stayed online yesterday," they admit, and I gasp.

"How was it? Did you get any visitors?"

"Last night."

I squeal, tapping my feet on the pavement.

"Just the one! No more."

"No that's perfect, I'm glad," I say, taking another sip of my tea. "I know it might be frustrating, but it's better than being thrown in the deep end."

Until three days ago, Ash's collar and status was green: observer. The blue one signifies something else, a step further into the community. Now, they're free to service three other blue-statuses per day.

My next words halt at an approaching shadow.

"Good morning," Ash smiles.

"Morning," he says. He takes in both of our collars before nodding pointedly at me, and I stand from my chair.

He unzips his pants as he sits down. Toward me, he points at the ground. Two green collars sitting to my left turn to look.

Ash props their face in their hand while my knees meet the pavement. The stranger tugs the front of my dress down until my tits spring free.

"Better," he sighs, and I smile.

My hand secures around his length and I begin to stroke his hardening cock. He glances at Ash.

"How much longer do you have to go for silver?"

I draw him closer to my lips. Saliva pools in my mouth, coating my tongue, and I draw half of his length in. More saliva spills out, and I use it to work the base of his shaft.

"I just changed over three days ago, so about a month."

I hollow my cheeks and rise before taking him deeper. He grunts, his hand reaching for my hair.

"This your first training session?"

"No," Ash laughed. "She took me out on Friday. We went to Cobalt."

I remember the night and resist a smile, taking his cock to the back of my throat.

"Cobalt's--" he stumbles over his words. "--P--erfect."

"We had a lot of fun."

I brush a knuckle softly over the the underside of his shaft, and his breath hitches. "I'll bet."

"She's a very thorough teacher."

He breaches the back of my throat and stops speaking entirely. When the wind picks up, he pulls my hair from my face. Ash adjusts their chair, peering over the table at me.

My eyes flick up to meet his own, and his orgasm takes both of us by surprise. Startled, I gag on his cum, and some slips from my mouth. My tongue darts out to catch it before it seeps into his pants.

"Very thorough teacher," he agrees. For the next minute I clean him of my spit before tucking him back into his pants. He helps me stand from the pavement and brushes the pebbles embedded in my knees.

Before departing, he squeezes each of my still-exposed tits. "Keep these out today."

I take the seat he just vacated and grin at the green collars sitting nearby.

"Hi."

I could write forever abt this but this has gone on so so so long lmk if u want another part 🫠

[naevisnova]

hi! this may be a dumb question but i’m struggling w this so much, and deep down i know it’s because i don’t believe in myself enough?? so, ive been trying to shift for a while now, but it’s like deep down i just know i won’t make it: for example: when i go to sleep, intending to attempt to shift when i have school (in my cr) the next day, i tell myself ‘if you really believe you’re gonna shift, you won’t set the alarm for school’ but the thing is, deep down i know that i will wake up for school, and if i don’t set my alarm i’ll miss my bus. this keeps happening to me and idk what to do. same thing with chores or my assignments or studying for a test. i think stuff like: ‘why studying in my cr? im gonna shift tonight anyway, right? i won’t have to take that test tomorrow‘ but i never convince myself, and i just know that i will wake up here. this is really holding me back

I UNDERSTAND THIS SO MUCH. this was my problem. Go keep doing ur routine bc when u shift, your "clone" (I hate using that word but yk) would do what u usually do since ur clone is u. I need u to separate your cr and ur dr aswell for this. Don't focus on the bext day in ur cr focus in ur dr when u shift. For me I just stopped giving a damn and I was like fuck it I'm going to shift. Instead of trying to force belief all at once, maybe start with small mindset shifts. For example: Instead of "If I really believed, I wouldn’t set an alarm," try "Setting an alarm is just a backup; it doesn’t mean I won’t shift." "If I really believed, I wouldn’t set an alarm," try "Setting an alarm is just a backup; it doesn’t mean I won’t shift. Plus, my clone still needs to go to school in this reality." i hate using the word clone but i hope u get wht i mean. and Instead of "Why study? I’ll shift anyway," try "Studying won’t stop me from shifting it just means I’m prepared no matter what, and my clone will benefit from it." again i hate the word clone but you get it! TELL ME IF U HAVE MORW QUESTIONS

[runningincircl3s]

Sinematic

Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 8

chapter warnings: mentions of a vibrator lmao and flashbacks to sex (nothing too graphic!)

this chapter is a little all over the place i'm sorry!! i'm not sure if i'll post the next chapter (WHICH IM SOOOO EXCITED FOR BTW)(ONE OF MY FAVS I'VE WRITTEN FOR THIS STORY) early next week? i'm going to paris for the week with my best friend and we leave on monday night so i could post it in the morning? but ik i'll be lazy and post it on sunday instead hehe :) anyways happy monday!! <3

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Your head was pounding. Your mouth was dry. It hurt to open your eyes. 

You groaned, turning over, only to be met with something solid and warm beside you.

Oh god.

Your eyes snapped open, but the moment you moved, a sharp pain shot through your skull, forcing you to wince. You swallowed, your throat scratchy, before daring to peek over your shoulder.

Vinny?

He was still asleep, his curls a mess against the pillow, face relaxed and peaceful. His arm was draped loosely over his stomach, his breathing steady. The sheets had fallen down to his waist, exposing his bare stomach.

Was he even dressed?

Panic flared in your chest.

No. No, no, no, what did we do?

You tried to think back, but your memories were hazy, blurry around the edges. You remembered the movie, the shots, laughing way too much. But that’s where it ended. 

“Vin…”

“Mmm?”

“Are you awake?” 

“…No.”

Vinny stirred beside you, letting out a low groan before cracking one eye open. His gaze flickered to you, still tense beside him, and a slow, sleepy smirk spread across his lips.

“Morning, sunshine.” He rasped, voice thick with sleep.

You swallowed hard. 

“Vin…”

His smirk widened. 

“You look stressed.”

“Did we…?”

Vinny’s brows furrowed for a second before realisation hit, and he let out a soft laugh. 

“No, relax, we didn’t do anything.”

You exhaled sharply, relief washing over you. 

“Are you sure? Nothing happened between us?”

He chuckled again. 

“Yeah, I’m sure. Nothing happened between us, but something clearly happened between you and the tequila”. He chuckled, “No, you passed out on the couch so I brought you up. I was gonna leave, but you asked me to stay.”

“Oh.” You blinked, feeling your face heat up. “Right.”

Vinny stretched, groaning slightly. 

“You feeling okay?”

“No,” you grumbled. “I feel like I got hit by a bus.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you try to keep up with AJ’s drinking games.”

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling. 

“Shit. What time is it?”

Vinny grabbed his phone from the nightstand, squinting at the screen. 

“Almost ten.”

Your heart sank. 

“Shit!” You bolted upright, immediately regretting it as your head throbbed in protest. “I have a photoshoot at eleven!”

Vinny frowned. 

“You sure you’re feeling up for that?”

“I have to be,” you groaned, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, rubbing your temples. “I already rescheduled once. Plus, I need the money.”

Vinny sat up behind you, watching as you scrambled for your phone. 

“Is it really that big a deal?”

“Yes, Vin, it is a big deal. I need the money. I’m already behind on rent, I can’t afford to miss it.”

Vinny was quiet for a moment before he shrugged. 

“So move in here.” He said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

“What?” You froze, wondering if you heard him correctly. 

He stretched his arms above his head before flopping back onto the pillows. 

“You’re here more often than not now, it’s like you live here already. Plus, I have a spare room that needs taking, and it would save you some stress looking for another place, and I wouldn’t need to look for a new roommate who might try to kill me in my sleep.”

You turned to stare at him, trying to gauge whether he was joking. 

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he said simply. “Why not?”

You blinked, your brain trying to catch up. 

“Vin, you can’t just invite me to move in like it’s no big deal.”

He raised an eyebrow. 

“Why not?”

“Because…” You hesitated. “You’ve only just forgiven me, what if it doesn’t work out? It’s a massive deal!”

Vinny just shrugged. 

“Not really. You already slept here the last two nights, and whilst I was on tour. You keep a toothbrush here, it’s like you’ve moved in anyway, might as well make it official.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. He wasn’t wrong.

Still, moving in with Vinny? That would be dangerous. The lines between friendship and something more were already blurry as it was. If you started living together…

“I’ll think about it.” You muttered, standing up.

Vinny smirked. 

“Take your time. Offer stands.”

So of course, a week later, you let him know your final decision. 

You were about to be living with Vinny Mauro. 

…

“So now you’re moving in with him?! Girl, two months ago he wouldn’t even speak to you? What’s going on here?” Angela asked over the phone.

You were on facetime with her as you finished packing up your things to take to Vin’s house. The guys had been kind enough to give you their merch boxes to use for packing, and AJ had even rented a van to help you move. Over the last few weeks, you and AJ had become close. You loved him, he was like the brother you never knew you needed, he was chaotic, funny, kind, and always lit up the room wherever he was. You loved havung him around.

“I needed a place to go, Ang. They keep putting up the rent, and I would’ve had to move anyway.”

“You could’ve asked me!” She frowned.

“You have a one-bedroom apartment. I didn’t think you’d be interested in getting a bunk bed.”

“You never know! I would’ve taken the top bunk.” she giggled. Then her voice softened. “So this is purely platonic?”

“Yep.” You smiled, shoving your framed lyric sheet- your birthday gift from Ricky- into a box. “I think we are better as friends. I can still feel the tension sometimes, but he’s like that with everybody, isn’t he?”

“Uh-huh,” she confirmed, dragging out the word, clearly unconvinced. “I just don’t want you to get hurt if you’re expecting him to come back to you and then he starts dating someone else.”

“Has he been talking to other girls?” You asked, trying to sound casual. But Angela’s silence told you all you needed to know.

“Well…”

“Not that I care!” you cut in quickly. “I’ve still been talking to Ciaran every now and then. He wants to see me again, so maybe I should!”

“Y/n, the last time I checked, you weren’t really into this guy. This isn’t just because Vin’s been talking to other women?”

So he has been.

“No!” you scoffed, a little too loudly. “I’m happy just being his friend. I’ll admit that sometimes I still get that feeling around him, but if he’s seriously not interested, then that’s fine! It actually makes my life easier.”

“Babe,” Angela sighed, her voice gentle. “It’s okay to still have feelings for him. But you’re about to move in with him. If he hurts you, even unintentionally, you’re stuck seeing him every day.”

“It’s not forever. This is just temporary until I get back on my feet, book more jobs, and, y’know… maybe find the love of my life and then move in with them!”

“I’ve been trying for years, girl. Wouldn’t recommend it.” She laughed.

A knock at your door interrupted your conversation. You glanced at the time. They were early.

“Who is it?” Angela asked.

“AJ and Vin!” you said, jogging to answer the door. You cracked it open to find AJ grinning mischievously and Vinny standing beside him, hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket.

“Can I see them?” Angela asked.

You rolled your eyes but handed the phone to AJ. 

“Ang! Wassup!” AJ greeted, grinning at the phone. 

“Hey, can you give me to Vin, please?”

“Wow. Not ‘AJ, how are you?’ Not ‘AJ, I miss you’? It’s been two years, Miss Undead.” He sighed dramatically, before finally handing the phone over.

Vinny smirked as he took it. 

“Hey, Ang.”

Angela’s expression shifted into something sharper. 

“I don’t know what your plan is here, mister, but I’m not buying it.”

“What plan?” Vinny furrowed his brows, stepping outside your apartment so nobody else could hear. 

“You spent the entire week on tour with Ruby, and now, suddenly, y/n is moving in with you?”

Vinny frowned. 

“That has nothing to do with this. Y/n can’t afford her rent, and I have a spare room. We might not be together or anything, but I still care about her.”

Angela stared at him for a long moment. 

“Sleep with one eye open, Vincenzo Mauro. I don’t know if I can trust you.”

Before he could respond, you came outside, lugging a heavy box. 

“What are you doing out here?”

“Oh, uh… the signal was bad in there,” Vinny said quickly, taking the box from you as he passed your phone back.

You shot him a skeptical look. 

“C’mon, Vin! Put that drummer strength to use.” AJ laughed, grabbing a box himself.

…

The afternoon sun streamed through the windows as you and Vin worked to set up your new room. It had been hot all day, so Vin had long since ditched his shirt, leaving him in just his sweatpants as he crouched down, working on putting together your bed frame.

You weren’t proud of how many times your gaze had drifted to his bare back, the way his muscles flexed with every movement, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin. Anyone would stare, you told yourself.

“Y’gonna help or just stand there gawking?” Vin smirked, not even looking up as he reached for another screw.

You rolled your eyes, snapping out of it. 

“You seemed to be handling it just fine without me.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. 

“Alright, princess, help me get the mattress on this thing then.”

Together, you wrestled the mattress onto the frame, both of you slightly out of breath by the end of it, surprised at how heavy it was.

“There,” he said, stepping back and placing his hands on his hips, admiring his work. “One fully functioning bed.”

He paused, then leaned down and gave the frame a quick shake. It creaked and wobbled, just a little, just enough to maybe be concerning.

“Okay… maybe semi-functioning.” He glanced at you with a mock seriousness. “If you bring someone home, tell them no rough sex on this thing, alright? I don’t wanna be woken up by the sound of snapping wood and someone screaming.”

You blinked, caught completely off guard by how casually the words came out of his mouth.

“Vinny!” You gasped, half-scandalized.

He just shrugged, grinning like it was nothing. 

“What? I’m just saying. I wouldn’t trust that frame with anything besides missionary.”

You opened your mouth, ready with a snarky comeback, but nothing came out.

Instead, a memory resurfaced. 

You felt it all like it was yesterday.

It had been some hotel room, you’d forgotten which city. One of those nights where you both still high with energy of the show, and neither of you had been interested in sleeping.

The door had barely closed before he had you pressed against it, kissing you like he was starving. Clothes came off in a trail leading to the bed, the two of you too needy and desperate to care.

You remembered how he tossed you onto the mattress, grinning like the devil as he crawled over you…

“You’re gonna break the damn thing.” You’d whispered, breathless, laughing into his mouth as the frame gave a loud creak beneath with every thrust of his hips.

Vinny had paused, bracing himself on his hands, and looked down at you with that crooked smirk of his.

“Oh?” He said, cocking a brow. “Is that a challenge?”

You didn’t get the chance to answer before he was moving again, faster, deeper. His hands gripping your thighs, spreading you wider. Your back arched, and the bed banged against the wall with each thrust, the headboard slamming so hard you were shocked it didn’t leave a dent. 

You remembered grabbing at his shoulders, nails digging in, the sound of your laughter tangled with your moans.

“You’re actually gonna break it!" You gasped, unable to keep the smile off your face.

His lips brushed your ear as he growled, 

“Good.”

God, he’d ruined you that night.

And now he was out there, shirtless and smug, talking about missionary like he hadn’t once (well, many times actually) flipped you over and made you forget your own name…

You blinked, coming back to the present just in time to see Vin reach into a box he really shouldn’t be. 

He assumed the box labelled ‘bedroom’ would’ve been the one to look in for your sheets, but his fingers brushed against something unexpected. 

Something smooth and solid. 

Something that definitely wasn’t a sheet or pillowcase...

He stilled for a second before he slowly pulled it out…

A sleek, unmistakable wand vibrator. His breath hitched slightly, his mind flooding with images he really, really shouldn’t be having right now.

You noticed the sudden pause and looked up, only to see the expression on his face. Slightly wide eyes, a momentary twitch in his jaw before he masked it with a teasing smirk.

“Well, speaking of sex,” he mused, twirling the toy in his hand, “What do we have here?”

Your stomach dropped as you registered what he was holding. 

“Vinny. Put. that. back.”

He let out a low chuckle, tilting his head as he examined it. 

“I mean, I figured you would have one, but damn... Why is it so big?”

Your face burned as you lunged for it, but he held it out of reach, still grinning. 

“Hey! Don’t be embarrassed, I’m just saying… This thing could probably power a small boat.”

“Vinny, I swear to god, thsi isn’t funny!”

He finally handed it over, laughing as you shoved it back into the box. 

“Hey, good for you, no shame in the game! Just hope you don’t leave it somewhere I could accidentally grab it in the middle of the night thinking it’s a flashlight.”

“C’mon it’s not as if I’m just gonna leave it lying around the house!” You groaned, trying to ignore how your face was burning. “Now, can you shut up and help me finish making the damn bed?”

Still grinning, he helped you pull the sheet onto the mattress. His fingers twitched slightly when they brushed yours, and his gaze lingered just a second too long as he handed you the pillows.

“You got any more?” He asked, his voice slightly lower now, and he didn’t meet your gaze. 

“More what?”

“Y’know…” He nodded towards the box. 

Your face burned. 

“Vin…” 

“Oh you do!” He smirked. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Think of all the fun we could’ve had when we were-”

“Vinny I swear...” You cut him off, hitting him with the pillow you were holding, “I fucking hate you.”

Was this really such a good idea?

As you continue unpacking and making your room feel like home throughout the afternoon, you try to shake off Vinny’s teasing. He, on the other hand, seems to have recovered just fine, acting as if he hadn’t just dug through your things and found something very personal. 

To him, it was funny. You on the other hand, were mortified.

You shoot him a look when you catch him smirking at you again, clearly still thinking about it too. He just shrugs like he’s innocent, tossing another one of your sweaters onto the bed, adding it to the growing pile as you both sort through your clothes.

You’re still figuring out how much closet space you’ll need, as Vin had offered to buy you a new one (totally not because he and AJ broke your old one when moving it from your apartment.)

“Is it starting to feel like home yet?” He asked, stretching his arms behind his head with a loud exhale. His shirt is still nowhere in sight, and the stretch makes every inch of his torso even more distracting, enough to make you pause with the jeans in your hands.

You glance around at the half-finished room, at the open boxes, the still-bare walls, and the bed you’d made together. But then you glance at him.

Your heart squeezes unexpectedly.

When you were on tour spending months waking up in different hotel rooms in unfamiliar cities, losing track of what day it was, you never found yourself feeling homesick. Not really. 

Because how could you when he was always there. When he would make you laugh so hard you’d cry, shaking his wet hair over you when he’d come out of the shower, stealing bites of your lunch, make you dance with him when a song you both like would play. When he’d tap you on the shoulder whilst you were in the zone, editing photos on your (or Ricky’s) laptop, just to tell you a random thought he'd had before going back to playing whatever game he was in the middle of. 

With him, it never mattered where you were. The two of you could be on the opposite side of the planet together, but you’d still feel like you were at home. 

Because it was him. 

“I guess,” you ended up saying, instead of possibly turning his life upside down again, “It does.” 

But he was Vinny. And he could see when you were trying to cover something up. 

“Y’know,” he starts, clearing his throat, “It’s almost like nothing happened… It could be like you said yes. Like you did come back with me after tour.” 

The words made your heart stop in your chest. 

God, you wished it were that simple.

“Vinny…”

“I know,” he cut in quickly, shaking his head like he regretted saying it the second it left his mouth. “Forget it. That was stupid. I-”

“Vin,” you interrupted gently, “We’re friends. I’m happy with that. You’re happy with that too, right? I just don’t want to rush back into something and risk screwing it up all over again. We barely got back to good… I can’t hurt you again. I can’t lose you again.”

It hurt to say, every syllable felt like blades in your throat, because a part of you did want to pretend. A part of you did want to rewind time and just… choose him.

But everything had already happened. You couldn’t un-hurt him. You couldn’t rewind anf fix the moments that broke you both.

“Is that okay?” You asked quietly.

He didn’t look at you. Just nodded once. 

“Yeah... I was just kidding anyway.”

But he wasn’t, and you both knew it.

Silence settled between you. Not angry, not even tense, just heavy. Like grief. Like something important had been set down and left there between you.

Then your stomach growled. Loudly.

Vin blinked, lips twitching into a smirk.

“Guess that answers my question.”

You looked up. 

“What question?”

“If you wanted to eat soon.” He gave you a soft, smile. “I’ll cook.”

“Okay, sure.” You forced your own smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

And just like that, the conversation finished. The moment passed, and you didn’t talk about it again.

But you both felt it, lingering like smoke in the air,  the things that could’ve been. The version of this life where you said yes, where you risked it all and went home with him after the tour last year.

You knew that conversation would never really be over, not until you both sucked it up and put your hearts on the line, but that kind of honesty was terrifying. What if you both wanted different things? What if you tried, and it didn’t work out? You wondered what if he realised you weren’t what he wanted after all? And Vin was afraid, what if he was too much for you?

Nothing scared you more than losing each other again, so you both pushed the thought aside and buried it deep, but you both knew it would come back again.

And you were afraid of what would happen when it did.

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@collapsedglasshouses @miss570 @dominuslunae @sunshine-lvrr @death-ofpeace-ofmind @blade-dressed-in-red @amelia-acero @kait16xo @oobleoob @pipidoll @justdamnpeachy @bluehairpunklol @renegadebirch

[horanghaeluvsinniehae]

SKZ!BFF DRUNKLY CONFESSING PT.2 pt.1

||BANG CHAN||LEE MINHO||SEO CHANGBIN||HWANG HYUNJIN||HAN JISUNG||LEE FELIX||KIM SEUNGMIN||YANG JEONGIN||

You rushed to get off the bus and quickly walk home. You didn’t want to make him wait and you wanted to know if he really meant it all…

You arrived at your apartment and quickly put away your stuff and changed out of your clothes into some more comfortable ones.

You texted Bin that he can call you now and he didn’t waste a second, so you tapped the green button as soon as it popped up.

“Hi y/n!” You could hear how nervous he was.

“Hi Binnie!” You greeted him sweetly to let him know that everything’s gonna be okay.

“Y/nah before you say anything i want to say that i'm incredibly sorry for how i acted and it was very stupid of me and i hope you're not mad at me and we can stay friends…” His voice was full of regret and even if it was through the phone, you could hear how sincere he was.

“Oh Binnie, there’s nothing to be sorry about because I really like you too and I miss you a lot actually…but even if this wasn’t the confession you had in mind i don't mind that it happened like this over text. I’m just glad that you like me and that I don’t have to pretend like I'm not head over heels for you anymore.” You chuckled a bit and smiled to yourself.

However the other end was completely silent…there was an awkward silence and you started to think that Changbin didn’t mean what he wrote last night, but then his loud booming voice scared you.

“WOOOO Y/NAH I'M SO HAPPY YOU CAN'T IMAGINE OH MY GOSH! I HAD TO MUTE THE PHONES SO YOUR EARS WON'T BLEED BECAUSE OF MY CHEERING!” You heard and this instantly made you smile so big it hurt your cheeks.

“Will you be mine please?” He said in a signature cute changbin voice. You could basically see him infront of you.

“Of course I’ll be Changbinah!! Gosh I can't wait for you to get home!” You said and your brain already started creating the scenarios and you already felt like you’re going to explode if you don’t see him soon.

“Seriously thank you Y/nah im so so happy that you like me too!”

“Believe me Binnie i'm just as much happy to be with you!” You told him honestly.

“I have to go to rehearsal, love, but I’ll text you after yeah? You’ll probably be asleep so it’s okay if you won’t answer.” Binnie said with a bit of a sad tone but he was still so so happy.

“It’s alright Bin you’re an idol after all!” You tried to let him know that it’s totally understandable.

“Okay lovely sleep well please and thank you again!” He said and made kissing noises. You chuckled at his antics.

“And you have a good rehearsal Binnie! Bye bye talk to you later!” You made the kissing noises too and got very flustered. You were glad he couldn’t see your face right now.

“Bye byee” he said and hung up the phone.

After you just realised that you’re now dating THE Seo Changbin plus he called you love and lovely(!!) you screamed into the pillow next to you and you were just so unbelievably happy.

Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed this one too!! And if you have any suggestions/questions/requests feel free to tell me!<3

[mcyt-trios]

FINAL ROUND

PROPAGANDA:

3 Heart Trio:

theyre soo silly theyre just silly little guys who do things like mining an entire chunk in the center of the server's spawn for their own entertainment and to annoy everyone else

They are PATHETIC. They are ANNOYING. They are PERFECT. They are playing on three hearts and they die so much. They have a specialized raid platform that is NOT a raid farm. They are a team against exploits! Their base has 3 hearts above it representing them

these guys decided to put love and fun above all on the killing-lying server. while watching other teams betray and fall apart they have stuck with each other till the very last day of the server and never doubted one another. they worked like a clockwork, they knew they could only rely on themselves and at the end of the day, they didnt mind that it was that way

these guys got the short end of the stick time and time again throughout all of lifesteal s4, they were the targets of so many traps and attacks for no reason other than they were weak and always around. and despite it all they never wanted revenge and never held grudges! they cared about fun and friendship more than anything else, and while all the other teams ended up falling apart or betraying each other, these three stuck together from start to end. they didn't care about how many hearts they had, how much gear they had, or how powerful they were, because in the end all they needed was each other <3 i miss them so bad btw

Eclipse Federation:

i dont like them. they ruined my life. Subz and Vitalasy had already partnered in previous seasons but this one, Vitalasy ended up leaving for a few months, leaving Subz alone, and Zam ended up getting close to him after immense trauma at the hands of his former teammates. Zam has done SO many wrongs, including to Subz himself and Subz STILL took him in and made him join Eclipse Federation after Zam died 14 times in a row and got banned then revived by the same player who's been killing him all this time. And it could've been perfect but no, Zam had betrayed his previous team due to them using dupes via exploits, and now Eclipse Federation ALSO has exploits! And he decided that yeah his morals were more important than being loved! And so he murders Vitalasy when he's at his most vulnerable point, lets everyone gaslight him into thinking Vitalasy is an irredeemable evil monster who will never change, even as Vitalasy SAID he was ready to change before the betrayal even happened, Eclipse threw out their whole revenge plans because of Zam's positive influence and he just broke everything. Subz couldn't be with Zam but also couldn't see himself at Vitalasy's side, leaving him alone. Vitalasy hated Zam and yet never killed him or hunted him down, despite Zam acting like he did. And when Vitalasy left, banning himself off from the server, Zam had some time alone to think and realized he fucked up SOOOO bad. And Subz revived Vitalasy and told him to kill him. And ban him. His last wish. His Deliverance. And to make up with Zam. And Vitalasy tried, and they kind of did make up over Subz's death, but then Zam was like "actually im going to kill everyone and destroy the server now. because i want subz back and also because i always do extremely drastic things when i don't need to because i have unchecked mental illnesses i refuse to get help for". And surprisingly when Subz came back he didn't like that! And they ended in tragedy! Eclipse is fucked up. It's a trio that's always about the absence of one person, it's a team that could only happen in one timeline and it was doomed from the very start. But the love was there. It made everything worse, truthfully. But it was there. And that matters. Also as a fun fact Zam himself on twitter has referred to eclipse as a throuple, which is not canon but that's pretty funny. he also stated on stream he didn't want to get therapy because it'd ruin his lifesteal character. and there was a saga where they would "marry" (challenge lost kinda shenanigans) and zam was the only one happy about it. he's not normal. there's something wrong with him. love that for him though sorry for the block of text. I really dislike them. They're my beloveds :3

[c1oud999]

hi

i just wanted to come on here and talk about my experience with spirituality. warning: longggg post ahead.

basically ive been in the spiritual community for YEARS now. ive had existential crisis since the age of 11 and ive gone through many phases of many different spiritual trends. from law of attraction, to witchcraft, to religious devotion, to law of assumption and now finally non dualism. i read books, meditated for hours and hours, talked to spiritual ppl from all walks of life and watched all the episodes of ganga upanishad (a show i still highly recommend, you can watch on youtube). all this childhood trauma and mental illness made me crave for sweet relief. but nothing really made sense until law of assumption. i thought that that would be it yk. i thought i was done searching but i think that was when i was searching for things the most. i do know i have it in my 4d, when will i see it? i thought i would get all my desires but did not meet success. and then the non dualism trend began and i hopped onto it like pretty much everyone else. i was bewildered at the stuff teachers kept saying. what do you mean everything's an illusion? there's no way that's true. my very real surroundings are causing me VERY real pain and suffering. oh no no there must be a deeper meaning behind all this. and so i read all the books in 4dbarbies drive, but nothing clicked. yes it made sense intellectually, but i didnt want to believe it bc where is the materialisation satisfaction here? also i felt none of the euphoria that was supposed to come with self realisation. which means i must not be a realised being. and then i cried and cried and cried, isolated myself, literally stopped going to school and just lay in bed all day. but ofc, i continued to read the tumblr posts like i had been doing for the past several years. and yesterday i read 4dkelly's post about giving up. it made sense. by the time i had finished reading the post i had truly given up on everything. on wanting, hoping, fearing, striving etc etc. i was SO tired. so i gave up. fell asleep. i woke up really late as usual and missed the school bus. i ate breakfast in silence, switched the tv on and lied down on the couch like always. and like always out of compulsion and force of habit i reached for my phone and looked up non dualism on twitter. and then i came across a tweet that said a simple sentence only- "nothing is ever actually happening." woah. that kinda drove me to the edge of the cliff i desperately wanted to jump off. i turned on some dnb background music and turned the shower on. i stood under the boiling hot water like some dramatic bitch and started piecing together the "puzzle". it all made so much sense now. i got out of the shower and left the house for the first time in months with a cute outfit and makeup on and everything. i went to the mall, bought candles, stickers, eye masks, coffee, and a doughnut with absolutely no social anxiety at all. i sat by window, read some poetry on my e-reader, cried, peered down at the floor below me and cried some more at the sight of little kids sitting on santa's lap and taking pictures and marveled at all the christmas decorations around me. it was insane. i decided i was going to be neutral towards everything but im in love. maddeningly so. in love with this dream that i thought did not love me back. but love is all there is. I AM ALL THERE IS. and i need you to take this literally. there is nothing happening. there is nothing here except you. nothing to fear, nothing to desire. ik a lot of people are going to dismiss this post because it's not a "materialisation success story" but i honestly dont think i can ever want anything physically bc in all its true essence, what is there to materialise? i am already whole and complete. i am lying on this cold hard floor, but i have never felt warmer. also ik there may be a lot of things ive written you might not agree with but again, this is NOT REAL. I AM. i hope this post helps you.

thank you to all the blogs ive come across and all the pointers they have shared: @se1f @realisophie @itgomyway @4dkellysworld @4dbarbie-backup @infiniteko @iamthat-iam and many more i cannot thank enough.

lots and lots of love (more than you can ever imagine), and good luck.

[dabuerre]

so, normally, i would post way more, about specific episodes, as i tried to do, but like damn. my watch of season 2 absolutely flew by.

i have so many thoughts about everything. i think this is for me the same thing as star trek. thats the highest compliment i can give it.

i love the "crew". with every new episode, sam grows more beautiful.

"Holiday" hit me pretty hard, which i didnt expect.

apophis is dead? damn bro. like finally. but he died the most horrible death. i feel awful for his host. because, even though Daniel Jackson did the whole capture the soul in the statuette thingie, it doesn't matter, because heru-ur probably keeps torturing him eternally. not sure.

my god. "One False Step". also incredibly good. i knew, that Jack cared deeply for Daniel, but their friendship wasn't really there. something was missing for me, i guess. this episode completed it for me. that scene, when they are sitting on the hospital bed apologizing to each other? perfection. and the whole idea behind the concept, with the singing mushroom guys, i love this episode so fucking much. when daniel exploded with the whole "we are genociding a people" i was genuinely very worried that they are just gonna all die.

"Show and Tell". the Retoor. so fucking cool damn. but creepy asfuck aswell. that whole mother business creeped me the hell out. when the boy told Jack that he wanted to be called "Charlie" i was devastated, because i thought for the third time, Jack was gonna lose his son. atleast that didnt happen, ig. i do think though that the Retoor are possibly even a bigger threat then the Goa'Ulds.

"1969" was my kind of episode. absolute perfection. we got. time travel shenanigans check. we got hippies in a cool fucking bus? check. we got young lieutenant hammond? check. loved the whole road trip feel that the episode has. i think the actress for "old" Clarissa was not well chosen though. small nitpick.

and now, "Out of My Mind". now i immedietally you know that only Jack being in 2077 was impossible. the show couldnt continue if they got off-screened. but in my mind i assumed that maybe Jack is gonna time travel back to 1997 or something. but then when the Tok'ra doctor gave him the "high-tech hypnosis" device, i suspected that something shady is going on. the Teal'c insert, with the whole speech, and Bratak being beaten, was suprising to me. i genuinely thought more people would rally. but again, stargate is perfection, cuz yeah. these people completely lost their identity. like, jaffa, to me, is a title, right? Teal'c is not a jaffa, he is Tauri, i guess, be grew up on Chulak. so are they Chulakians? were there ever a time when they weren't occupied by the Goa'ulds? idk. cool to thing about. more to come i hope.

and then of course came the peak moment. now i dont really ship Jack and Carter yet. atleast i didnt use to. i thought they worked completely well as just great friends who have huge respect for each other. but when Jack killed Hathor, in that manner, and then the hug... yeah man, i knew. i knew haha. but yeah, not possible. fuck regulations. so i guess this will be another Beverly situation.

gonna start watching season 3 now. im so happy that i found this series haha. i thought it would take longer to find something on the same level as startrek. you people got it good in the 00s. haha.