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vmpireslut · 1 day ago
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BRAT TAMER! 𝜗𝜚
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sum𝜗𝜚 toji despises working. he'd rather be off gambling, losing himself in the thrill and chaos of the games. but then he meets you, his new client's spoiled daughter. it's okay, though... he's a brat tamer.
wc𝜗𝜚 6.6k [oopsie]
warnings𝜗𝜚 SEMI PROOF-READ, older!pervtoji, masterbation, fingering, female + male oral, cum eating, squirting, creaming, choking, spitting, explicit language, toji is kind of mean, reader is annoying, age-gap [reader is 19 toji is 35] just a whole lot of nasty shit, enjoy hornies!
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Toji Zenin really hated working. The same boring tasks, the long hours, the wear and tear on his body, and the relentless sun made every day feel like a drag. But there was one thing that made it all a bit more bearable: his client. More specifically, his client’s daughter. Sure, it was a bit taboo to have thoughts about a girl so much younger, but he couldn’t help himself.
Those shorts of yours were always way too tight, hugging your curves like they were made for you. And those shirts? Toji was pretty sure you didn’t even own a bra, especially with how your nipples would poke through the fabric whenever he caught a glimpse of you.
You had no shame, showing off that gorgeous body and cute face at every opportunity. It was like you wanted to be noticed in those revealing outfits, strutting around in swimsuits that left little to the imagination. He’d even seen your pussy lips once as you’d bent down near the pool, he remembers because he’d spent the entirety of his lunch break fisting his raging boner in a hot portable toilet.
Not exactly his finest hour.
You were undeniably a brat, completely indulged by your widowed father who was eager to fulfill every whim of his precious daughter. With wealth, a stunning home, a devoted dad, and your charming looks, it was no surprise that you carried the air of entitlement. Toji, however, found a certain appeal in your spoiled nature; he preferred you as a brat rather than a timid wallflower. From his perspective, brats were easier to tame. Most days, he found himself lost in fantasies of you. Daydreaming about your pretty little cunt warped about his cock.
It frustrated him how deeply you had woven yourself into his life. He couldn’t even get into it with his casual fling anymore unless he pictured you, and man, did that feel amazing.
"Dad!"
Speak of the Devil. The sound of your voice filled the air just as the front gate slammed behind you. Fresh from your weekly shopping spree with friends, you made your entrance. Toji felt a surge of frustration as the sharp click of your heels echoed on the cement. He turned away from his work space, his gaze fixed on you as you sauntered over, your hips swaying and oversized sunglasses perched on your nose.
He couldn't help but observe as you approached your father, a look of irritation etched on your face. Perhaps you had finally hit your credit card limit. With a sulky pout and arms crossed beneath your perky breasts, you pushed them up, and his thoughts spiraled.
Toji wanted nothing more than to rip the tank top off your body, pull your nipples between his fingers and twist them until you were crying.
"My card was declined!"
Toji struggled to suppress a laugh, biting down on the inside of his cheek. What a foolish little brat. Your father shot you a disapproving glance, and you let out an exasperated huff, stomping your foot like the spoiled child you were.
"I was at the mall trying to buy a cute dress, and the card didn't go through! So, I called the bank and they said it was declined!"
Your father sighed, and Toji could have sworn he saw the old man roll his eyes. He must have been fed up with having to coddle an adult woman.
"Listen, sweetheart. I already mentioned that I won't be giving you another allowance until next week. Perhaps it's time you learned how to manage your money, or maybe I should restrict your card usage. Clearly, this isn't working out." You gasped in response, and Toji couldn't help but feel a bit taken aback.
Maybe your dad wasn't as soft as he seemed. He felt a twinge of sympathy for him, having to handle a spoiled daughter like you.
“That's so unfair!" You cried, turning away from your dad, arms flailing and he swore he saw you kick a rock like a toddler having a tantrum. "I hate this fucking place! It's so hot and the bugs are everywhere. I can't stand it! Shopping is the only thing that keeps me sane." You yelled.
He noticed your dad wince, and Toji could already picture the headache brewing in the man's mind. "Mind your language," he said calmly, but you just scoffed.
"Or what?"
Toji could predict how this would unfold. Your dad would let out a resigned sigh and give in, while you'd strut away with a triumphant grin.
"Go to your room; you're done for the day. Sit there and think about your behavior. You're clearly too worked up," he said, and you stared at him in disbelief. "Are you serious?" you yelled, and he shook his head.
"I mean it. You're too agitated, and I don't want you to say or do something you'll regret later. Please, just go to your room," he insisted, and Toji had to suppress a laugh. It was clear you were at a loss for how to respond. You stomped your feet again and huffed in frustration.
"Fine."
As you marched toward your room, the sound of your heels echoed sharply, culminating in a loud slam of the door. Your father exhaled deeply, rubbing the bridge of his nose while muttering softly to himself. "Kids..." he murmured, glancing at Toji with a sympathetic expression.
"I apologize for that. She's dealing with a lot at the moment." Toji responded with a reassuring shake of his head. "It's all good," he said, prompting a smile from your father.
“Thank you Toji. You’re a great guy, and you’ve done an amazing job with building the shed so far.”
“Thanks, sir,” he responded. Your dad turned his gaze toward your bedroom window, and Toji’s eyes followed suit. You were anxiously pacing, phone pressed to your ear, a scowl etched on your face. Your father frowned, and Toji cleared his throat, feeling the tension in the air.
Toji had never really had a conversation with you, and the only time he did, you had unleashed a torrent of curses at him. It was his first day on the job, and you had come down wearing nothing but a silk pink robe, clearly annoyed at being stirred from your sleep so early in the morning.
He stood there, taking in the sight of you descending the steps, the silk draping around your figure. He could see the gentle curves of your body, the outline of your bare breasts, the shape of your hips, and the smoothness of your legs.
"Do you realize how ridiculously early it is? It's seven, you dick!" You shot, glaring at Toji with a fiery intensity. He raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by your attitude. It was obvious you were still in the process of waking up, not fully aware of who was standing there.
"Miss, I recommend you mind your language," he replied, and he could have sworn he noticed a shiver run through you. Your lovely lips parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping, and Toji had to fight the urge to grin. So, you enjoyed being spoken to like that. He cleared his throat and stepped closer, looking down at you with a playful smirk.
He didn’t spare you a second glance, not even flinching when the front door slammed shut behind you. From that moment on, you shot him daggers every time he crossed your path, throwing out sarcastic remarks whenever your father was out of earshot. Your behavior only escalated, and Toji was certain your dad was on the verge of exploding. But Toji believed he could change you; he was confident he could take that defiant attitude and transform it. He was certain of it. He would fuck that ego right out of you and mold it into a perfect little slut, ready and willing to please him.
"I still have a few tasks to finish up around the house. Thanks again, Toji," your father remarked, and Toji simply nodded.
"Absolutely."
The two shared a smile and the older man went back inside, leaving Toji to his thoughts. His mind wandered to all the possibilities and ways he could take you apart. He could see it now, his large hand holding yours down, forcing you to stay still as he pounded into your tight cunt. His other hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing tight as he made you cum, the walls of your pussy clenching around him. He'd pull out and force his cock down your throat, forcing you to choke on him. He'd fill you with his seed, spilling everything down your throat, watching as you swallowed his hot cum, a blissful look on your face.
God, the thoughts were intoxicating.
He would break you, mold you, bend you, and make you his own personal toy. You were going to be his.
He would make sure of it.
Your father had kept his promise; he had cut off your credit card and confined you to the house. It felt like a never-ending limbo. Most of your days were spent buried in a cheesy romance novel by the pool or dozing off. For the past few weeks, your dad had been working late, leaving you to dine solo and binge-watch reruns of old TV shows. It was downright dismal.
He even spent his evenings holed up in his office, tackling whatever tasks awaited him. The atmosphere was heavy with loneliness. You could sense his disappointment in your behavior, but who could really blame you? This house was a snooze fest. While your friends were off enjoying their summer adventures, you were stuck here.
They couldn’t even swing by to visit because of their packed schedules. Still, they called regularly, sharing tales of their escapades and new crushes. You appreciated their efforts to keep you in the loop, but those conversations only filled the emptiness for so long.
Today, you decided to lounge by the pool, soaking up the sun on a comfy chair. You donned your favorite bikini, a stylish white and gold set, the straps loosely tied, barely holding everything in place. The high-waisted bottoms accentuated your curves perfectly. Beside you, a refreshing glass of lemonade and a colorful mix of fruits—cherries, pineapples, and more—sat waiting. Your book lay on your stomach, eager for your attention once more.
The pool was stunning, and it had always been one of your favorite places to escape to. The water sparkled like crystal, the waterfall cascaded beautifully, and the palm trees swayed gently above. It was the sole reason you tolerated living in such a sweltering climate. However, there was one major drawback: the man who is building the shed. Toji, you learned was his name.
You couldn't stand him. He was insufferably rude and full of himself. His looks only made matters worse. You despised how incredibly handsome he was. You had never encountered a man so striking before. The definition of his arms, the chiseled jawline, and the width of his shoulders were infuriating.
His dark eyes, sun-kissed skin, and flowing dark hair only added to your irritation. It was maddening how flawless he appeared. Just the thought of him made your blood boil. He was so self-satisfied and arrogant, and the way he acted like he was superior to you drove you up the wall.
“Whatcha reading?”
You startled at the sound of his voice, glancing over to find Toji casually leaning against the patio door, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His white button-up shirt was rolled up, showcasing his well-defined arms. A warm flush crept across your cheeks. Why the fuck was he so handsome?
"What do you want?" you shot back, setting your book aside.
"I just wanted to see if you needed anything," he said, striding over to the chair beside you and pulling it closer. "Your dad mentioned he’d be working late and I thought I could order dinner for you," he added, a hint of mischief in his tone, causing your brows to knit together in confusion.
"Why the hell would you order dinner for me? I can do it myself.”
"Because I'm a nice guy, and it would suck for a pretty girl like you to have to fend for herself." He responded, a sly smile on his lips and you couldn't help the small shiver that went down your spine. You shook the thoughts from your head and rolled your eyes.
"Yeah, right. You just want to get in my pants. Don't try to act like a good guy, I know exactly who you are. My dad's a great guy, he'd never hire a creep like you."
"Is that what you think?"
You didn't answer, a scowl forming on your face.
"Well, if I'm a creep, then what does that make you?"
"What?"
"Come on, don't act dumb. I know you get off on teasing me."
"You're a fucking pervert.”
"Maybe."
His grin was wolfish, and he looked predatory, leaning forward and staring you down. "Tell me, have you been a good girl lately? Or have you been naughty?"
"I-"
"You've been very bratty lately. I know your dad's getting sick of it."
You swallowed thickly, a blush coating your cheeks. How could he read you so well?
"But, don't worry. I can fix you."
"Fix me? What are you talking about?"
"You're spoiled. And I'll change that."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I know you want it. I can tell."
He leaned back, his arm resting on the back of the chair.
"And, if you're good, I'll reward you."
"Reward me?"
He grinned and nodded, leaning forward and pressing his lips against your ear.
"Yes. If you're a good girl, I'll fuck you like the slut you are."
He pulled back, the grin never leaving his face.
"Think about it, princess."
He winked, standing up and turning away, a chuckle leaving him.
You were speechless, your heart racing, and a blush coloring your cheeks. The heat pooled between your legs and you shifted. What the fuck was wrong with him? Did he really think you would let him fuck you?
Who were you kidding, you were already soaked.
"Dick..." You muttered, shaking your head.
That night, you couldn't get him out of your head. The way his words had sent shivers down your spine, the way his gaze had been filled with lust. It was so...wrong, but it was a wrong you wanted. You didn't care, and the idea of getting caught only added to the thrill. You'd already spent an hour in the shower, the warm water and the detachable shower head bringing you to orgasm after orgasm. You could still hear his voice, the raspy tone, the way his words dripped with sex and lust. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew he had you right where he wanted. You could hear his chuckle echoing in your head, his grin filling your mind.
It was sad, really.
How could a man you didn't even like have this effect on you?
It was ridiculous.
You couldn't believe you were letting him get into your mind.
He was a fucking creep.
A handsome, sexy, confident creep.
A sudden knock at the door jolted you from your reverie, causing you to startle and sit up abruptly. You quickly snatched a towel, wrapping its comforting softness around you before swinging the door open. There he stood, the man who had been lingering in your thoughts.
" What the hell are you doing here?!"
"I brought the pizza. I told you I was getting dinner." He replied, a grin on his lips and you scoffed.
"Why did you bring it up here?"
"I was trying to be nice, and besides. I didn't know when your dad was going to be home."
He stepped forward, forcing his way into the room, and setting the box down on the bed.
"You're such a dick." You muttered, crossing your arms.
"Am I?"
"Yes."
"What's wrong with me bringing food to the boss' daughter?"
"Nothing. But, that's not why you're here."
"And, what do you think I'm here for?"
"Don't play dumb, you already told me."
"Oh, is that right?" He chuckled. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?"
You were taken aback by his sudden question, your eyes widening.
"Whaa—No, I don't."
"Then, why are you so wet?"
“I just got out of the shower wise guy. Get out.”
He grinned and stepped closer, and you took a step back.
"Y’know, the walls are thin. So, it's easy to hear the moans and gasps of a girl when she touches herself. But, hey. What would I know? I'm just a construction guy."
You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Had he really heard you masturbate?
"S-shut up. I don't know what you're talking about.” You felt your heart race and the towel slip down slightly. You moved to fix it, and he stepped forward, his hand moving towards your neck.
"Let me take care of that for you."
He gripped the towel, his lips crashing onto yours in a passionate kiss. There was a fierce hunger in him, as he explored your mouth with fervor. His tongue danced inside, teasing the roof of your mouth. Meanwhile, his other hand found its way to your breasts, fingers pinching your nipple with a playful intensity earning a whine from you. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down to your neck, planting soft kisses that turned into gentle bites on your sensitive skin. As he pulled back, a satisfied grin spread across his face as he gazed down at you.
"Get on the bed."
"Wha-what?"
"Get on the bed."
You were surprised by his commanding tone, and you could feel your cunt aching. You walked towards the bed, your knees hitting the edge of the mattress and you fell back. You looked up at him, and he smiled.
"Take off the towel."
You did as he said, pulling the towel away and revealing your naked body. He licked his lips, a hungry expression in his eyes.
"Touch yourself."
Your hands moved to your breasts, cupping the mounds and rolling your nipples between your fingers. You let out a soft gasp, your head falling back. you began to rub your sensitive clit. You were already wet, the thought of being watched had made you dripping. The pleasure that shot through you made your knees weak and your eyes fluttered closed.
You heard his voice again, this time closer to your ear and you shuddered.
"Good girl."
“Oh god..."
"Spread your legs wider."
You whimpered, moving your legs farther apart and you sank a finger inside of you. Your body quivered as you slowly began pumping your hand and the warmth began to build in your belly.
"Yes...that's it."
You cried out softly as you slipped another finger inside of you, pumping them faster and faster. Your body tingled. Toji watched, his cock aching for release in his pants. You looked so slutty spread out for him like this, slickness leaking down your ass. He wanted to shove his dick into your hot, tight pussy, but he restrained himself. You were his to command.
"Faster. Fuck yourself faster."
"Nghh...I-I..."
"Come for me, kitten."
You moaned, your walls clenching around your fingers. You were already sore from your previous orgasms, but you felt another one quickly coming. You moved your hips, trying to get more friction.
"That's right. Ride your hand like a little whore. Cum for me. Now."
"A-Ahh!"
Your hips bucked against your hand and you came, squirting over your fingers and onto the floor. Your chest heaved, your body trembling as you sank down into the matress.
Toji growled lowly, the sight of your glistening pussy and the smell of your sex made him feel dizzy. He pulled his hard cock out of his pants and stroked it quickly, his thumb rubbing over his fat tip. You felt him climb onto the bed and his hand gripped the back of your neck.
"Open your mouth."
You obeyed, gasping as you felt him rub the head of his cock against your tongue. He pumped his hand, thrusting into your mouth and making you gag. Your jaw ached as he fucked your mouth.
"Take my cock...nghh."
Toji groaned, his eyes closed and his face scrunched up. You could feel him twitching on your tongue. You moaned around him, sending a wave of pleasure through him. His hand squeezed the back of your neck tighter.
"Suck harder ughh."
Your eyes rolled back into your head as he forced his entire length down your throat, the tip of his cock touching the back of your tongue. Tears formed in your eyes, threatening to spill over as you struggled to breathe.
"Mmghhh."
You tried to relax your throat, sucking on his cock the best you could. Your hands clenched the sheets.
"That's a good girl."
He grunted, his cock pulsating.
"M-Mmm You take me so well, kitten.”
You were drooling, spit and precum dribbling down your chin. It was disgusting. He pulled back and you took a deep inhale.
"Did I tell you to stop?"
"N-no."
"No, what?"
"No, sir."
"Then get back to work."
"Yes, sir."
He growled and thrust his hips.
"Good, baby."
He groaned, hands finding themselves in your hair.
"Fuck. I'm gonna come soon. You ready for me, baby? Gonna swallow every drop?"
"Yes, please."
"Good, good girl."
His thrusts became faster and more erratic, his breathing shallow.
"Ahh. Fuck, yeah. G’na come."
He hated how fast he was nearing his end, but the way you gobbled him down and squeezed his balls in time with your tongue had him spiraling. Your every movement was calculated, each flick of your tongue and squeeze of your hand driving him closer to the edge. He could feel the tension building within him, a mix of pleasure and desperation that left him breathless. The intensity of your touch, combined with your unwavering eye contact, made it impossible for him to hold back any longer.
“Ughhhh fuckkkkk!” He threw his head back and came, shooting thick ropes of his hot seed down your throat. You swallowed, moaning and milking him for everything he had. You felt him shiver, his muscles tensing as he came down. He looked down at you, his eyes dark and wild.
He grabbed you by the arm, yanking you up to your feet and crushing his mouth to yours. You could feel the heat from his body and you melted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
His hands were all over you, his lips on your neck. He was heavy and hot, pressing you into the mattress. He kissed his way down your chest and stomach, his fingers brushing the wet folds of your pussy.
"Toji!”
"Mm, you're still so wet."
"F-for youuuu."
"You like being touched like this?"
"Uh huh."
He slipped a finger inside of you, his thumb brushing your clit. You whined, as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting it gently. You writhed underneath him, his name a constant prayer. He added another finger, stretching you, finding that special gummy spot. You arched your back, moaning loudly.
A desperate whine leaves your lips when he suddenly pulls away, tucking his cock back into his pants. You look up at him, pouting.
"What? What's wrong?"
"You didn't fuck me."
"That wasn't the plan, princess."
"I hate you. Pervert.”
He chuckles, patting your thigh.
"No, you don't."
He gets up and walks out of the room, leaving you panting and unsatisfied.
"Fucking dick.”
Toji had you completely under his spell. His piercing gaze and self-assured presence made it impossible for you to look away. Each time you attempted to shift your focus elsewhere, your mind would inevitably circle back to him. The way he moved, the way he spoke—everything about him was magnetic, pulling you in deeper.
He was aware of the effect he had on you. A glimmer of satisfaction danced in his eyes whenever he caught you watching him. It was as if he relished the control he held, knowing you were utterly entranced by his aura. Despite your attempts to fight it, a rush of excitement coursed through you every time he was close.
It became a familiar pattern where Toji would bend you over, his fingers exploring you until you either squirted or cried out his name in ecstasy. Yet, he never crossed that final line, leaving you both frustrated and yearning. Your father noticed your newfound cheerfulness, but you brushed it off with a casual shrug. Eventually, he returned your credit card and lifted your grounding, but your thoughts remained consumed by Toji.
“Oh yeah honey, I invited Toji over for dinner.”
You froze, and looked up from the raw chicken.
"What? Why?"
"I wanted to thank him for helping us out, he’s done a great job. Don’t ya think?”
"Why can't we just send him a gift basket or something?"
"Because that would be rude. Besides, he's a nice guy. He deserves to be treated like a guest."
You sighed and tightened your grip on the meat tenderizer. The truth was, you hadn’t spoken to Toji in days; he seemed to be keeping his distance. The thought of being in the same space with him was daunting, especially after everything that had happened between you two.
Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your racing heart. Surely, he wouldn’t do anything with your father around, right? You shook off the thought and concentrated on your cooking, but the anxiety swirling in your chest was hard to ignore.
When Toji finally entered the dining room, you were a bundle of nerves. A mix of excitement and dread washed over you as he stepped inside. His mere presence seemed to dominate the room, and you struggled to keep your eyes from lingering on him.
"Hey, thanks for inviting me."
"Of course, Toji. It's the least we could do."
You kept your head down and focused on your food the entire night, ignoring the urge to look at him.
"You okay, pumpkin? You're very quiet tonight."
"I'm fine."
"She's probably just tired." Toji said.
Your eyes grew wide as you locked eyes with him, feeling the intensity of his stare pierce through you, sending your heart into a frenzy. The urge to reach out and slap him was strong, but you knew better than to provoke your father’s suspicion. So, you bit your tongue and focused on your meal instead.
Once dinner was over, your father retreated to his study, Toji having promised to clean up, leaving you two in an awkward silence. The tension in the room was palpable, with both of you at a loss for words. You felt an overwhelming desire to shout at him, to accuse him of being a creep and to have used you. To demand he leave, but the words just wouldn’t come. Instead, you remained there, simmering with frustration.
At last, he shattered the stillness.
"So, how are you liking the new semester?"
"Fine."
"Any problems?"
"No."
He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.
"Listen, I know you're mad at me."
"Mad? I'm fucking furious. What the fuck is your deal, Toji? You get me hooked then you go ghost?”
"Hooked?"
"You know what I mean."
He chuckled, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. "It was just a bit of fun. Didn't mean anything by it."
"Bullshit. I'm not stupid. Why are you playing with me?"
He locks his hands under his chin. "I'm not playing with you."
You glared. "Yes, you are. I can see it in your eyes. You want me."
He sighed and shook his head.
"You're a kid. It would be inappropriate."
"I'm not a kid."
"Yeah, you are. Look, it's nothing personal. I just don't date girls like you."
"Girls like me?"
"Rich kids with their own personal army."
"I'm not-"
"Save it. I know who your dad is. I'm not interested in getting mixed up in his business, it was a mistake doing those things with you."
You swallowed thickly, his words like a slap.
"Then why the hell are you here?"
"Because I was invited."
"You're such a dick."
You were angry, but you couldn't help but notice how his eyes seemed to darken. You wondered if he was thinking the same thing as you. What it would be like to have him pin you down and fuck you. The thought made your cheeks flush.
"You know, I bet if I told your father what we'd been doing, he'd have a very different opinion of you."
"Is that a threat?"
"No. Just a reminder. Don't forget who's in charge here."
"Fuck you."
"I don't fuck little girls."
You could feel your anger rising, and you were tempted to throw something at him. But you knew he was right. He was in control, and there was nothing you could do about it.
"So, what now? Are we just going to pretend like nothing happened?"
"If that's what you want."
"I don't know what I want."
"Well, then I guess we're at an impasse."
"I hate you."
"Don't be dramatic. You barely know me."
"I know enough. You're a jerk and a bully."
"And you're a spoiled brat who needs to learn some respect."
You scoffed at him, clenching your fists.
"Don't push me, princess."
"Or what? What are you gonna do?"
"Oh, I can think of a few things." He quipped.
His eyes were dark and full of promise, and you could feel yourself growing wet.
"I bet."
"You wanna find out?"
“What I want is to slap that grin off your stupid face."
"Slap me. Do it."
"No."
"Why not? Too scared?"
"No."
"Then do it." He urges.
"Stop it."
"What? You're the one who's always pushing my buttons. Come on, princess. Show me what you got."
You stand and lift your hand, striking him sharply across the face, the crack resonating throughout the room. A sharp intake of breath escaped you, and your eyes widened in shock. His cheek flushed crimson, clearly marked by the outline of your hand. He smirked and ran his tongue over his lips.
"There. That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"You're an asshole."
"Yeah, and you're a spoiled bitch who likes to get fucked with my fingers."
You could feel your face flush, and you turned away from him.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"Fine. Go fuck yourself." You sigh.
"Nah, I think I'll have you do it."
He chuckled, his voice deep and low.
"Oh, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" You snapped.
"No. Not with you. Never."
"Really? Not even a little?"
"Not even a little." You rolled your eyes.
"Come on, princess. You can't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes. I can practically smell the desire on you."
"Shut up."
"Why? Because I'm right?"
"No, because you're annoying."
"So, you're not interested? Not even a little?"
"Fuck you, bipolar ass."
"Ooh, feisty. I like it."
"I hate you."
"The feeling's mutual, sweetheart."
He was the one with the upper hand, and there was nothing you could do about it. He stands up from the table, face inches from yours. “Ya think if fucked you on this table lil ol’ daddy would hear?” You felt your pulse quicken, and a wave of arousal wash over you. "What? No snarky comeback?"
"You're a fucking pig."
"I might be, but at least I'm honest about it. Unlike you."
He stepped closer, his body pressing against yours. "Tell me, princess. Do you like the idea of being fucked on your family's expensive table?" You could feel his erection pressing against your hip, and you could barely contain the moan that threatened to escape.
"Tell me. Is this turning you on? The idea of being used like a cheap whore, your father just down the hall."
"Fuck you." You shakily breathe out. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to bend you over and fuck your tight little pussy. Make you scream my name while your daddy is sipping his scotch, completely oblivious."
"Enough Toji.”
"What's the matter, princess? Don't want your daddy to know what a dirty little slut you are? How you’re fucking a grimy old man.”
"I'm not a slut."
"Could've fooled me. With the way you're always begging for my cock."
"I am not!"
"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. We both know the truth."
You could feel your face burning, and you were desperate to put some distance between the two of you. But his body was like a brick wall, and you couldn't move.
"Get off of me."
"Why? Afraid you might enjoy it?"
"You’re…disgusting"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? If I bent you over and fucked you right here, right now. Made you scream so loud your daddy would come running. Wouldn't that be fun?"
You were furious, but the truth was, his words were turning you on. You couldn't deny the heat that was pooling between your legs, or the way your nipples were straining against your shirt.
"What's wrong, princess? Cat got your tongue?"
"Fuck. You."
"Mm, that's more like it."
His hand snaked up your shirt, his fingers grazing your nipples. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips, and you cursed yourself for being so weak.
"That's right, baby. Let me hear you."
"Stop it."
"Why? You don't like it?"
"No."
"Liar."
He squeezed your left bud, and you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out. "You like that, don't you? You like being manhandled by a real man. Not some preppy rich boy."
"Please."
"Please, what? Stop? Or keep going?"
"Keep…going."
"That's what I thought."
His hand dipped lower. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say you wore this skirt for him. For easy access, of course. The way it hugged your curves, the way it rode up just enough to tease him, it was all too perfect. He couldn't help but think you knew exactly what you were doing. His hands slid up your thighs, feeling the soft fabric and the warmth of your skin beneath. As he lifted the skirt higher, his breath hitched, and he couldn't wait to ruin you. His fingers brushing against the growing wet spot on your pink laced panties.
"Such a dirty little slut. Look at you, already soaking wet and I've barely touched you."
"Fuck."
"Mmm, you want that, don't you? You want me to fuck you. Right here. Right now. In your daddy's house. Where he could walk in any minute and catch us."
"Please."
"Beg me."
"Please, fuck me."
"Good girl."
He pressed his thumb against your clit, and you mewled in pleasure.
“So loud, no respect."
You gripped the edge of the table, trying to steady yourself as he continued to assault your senses. His fingers were relentless, teasing and stroking, and soon, you were a writhing mess.
”Open your mouth.” he commands, a mischievous glint in his eyes. your mind is foggy, and you find yourself following his directions, opening your mouth slightly. You winch as his fingers dig into your cheeks, a glob of spit trickling from his mouth into yours. You can taste the acidity and bitterness as it slides down your throat. Your mind screams to pull away, but your body ignores it. The corners of his mouth twitch into a grin, his fingers leaving your face to grip your hair tightly.
The first slap sends your head flying, a dull ache beginning in the right side of your skull. He holds you in place and slaps you again, this time your teeth cut into your lip and the metallic taste of blood fills your mouth. His eyes narrow, the grip on your hair tightening.
“Gonna fix you.”
"Please. Please."
"What? What do you want, princess?"
"I want… I want you."
"You want me to fuck you? To make you come?"
"Yes. God, yes."
"Say it."
"Please, fuck me."
He pushed your panties aside, his fingers delving into your slick heat. You sobbed, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through your body. He smirked, watching your expression as he slowly finger-fucked you.
"God, you're so fucking wet."
"Please. Please, don't stop."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
He added another finger, stretching you further. You grunted out, the sensation almost too much to bear. Toji presses the sloppiest kisses on your neck as he finger fucks you, pad of his thumb still working your sticky clit. You know it’s risky to be doing this, your father could come out at any moment. But, when Toji’s slender fingers prod into your mushy pussy, all rationality leaves your mind. All you can think about is his fingers pumping in and out of you.
Your thighs begin to tremble, and you can feel your orgasm building slowly but surely. Your toes curl, and your body begins to shake. You dig your nails into his shoulders, trying desperately to ground yourself. He continues his assault on your pussy, his fingers moving in and out of you at a rapid pace. “Ah she’s gushin’ all over me.” He laughs, watching your body spasm.
“Toji…please."
"Please what, princess?"
"I need...I need..."
"What? Tell me."
"I need to come."
"Not yet."
"Please. Please, I'm begging you."
"Oh, I love it when you beg. But not yet."
He withdraws his fingers, and you whimper at the loss. He smirks and sucks his digits, licking the juices from them. You can't help but stare at him, transfixed by his movements.
"God, you taste good. I could eat this pussy all day."
"Please."
"Patience, princess."
He turns you around and bends you over the table, your ass in the air. You can feel his erection pressing against your leg, and you know he wants this as much as you do. He pulls down up your skirt and frees his cock. It's big and thick, and you can't help but lick your lips. He strokes himself a few times, coating his cock with your juices as he slaps it on your pussy.
He rubs the head of his cock against your wet slit, and you can feel yourself getting wetter. You can't believe how turned on you are, how desperate you are to feel him inside of you. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me."
He has to clamp a hand over your mouth when he begins sheltering his beefy length into your cunt. Your scream is muffled by his hand, and he slowly pushes into you. The stretch is intense, and you can't help but clench around him. He grunts, his grip on your hips tightening with his free hand.
"God, princess, your pussy is so fucking tight."
You can't help but push back against him, wanting him deeper. despite the searing pain between your legs. He continues his assault on your pussy, thrusting in and out of you. Your moans are muffled by his hand, eyes rolling back into your head. It feels so good, “Shittt—ughm, can’t have you getting us caught.”
Toji whispers into your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine.
He removes his hand from your mouth and wraps it around your throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"God, you're so fucking hot."
You can't form words, the pleasure taking over.
He squeezes so hard you think you might pass out, but then his hand is gone, and he's pounding into you at a frenzied pace. "Fucking hell." He groans, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.
You try to stifle your moans, but it's no use. He's relentless, driving into you again and again, his cock hitting all the right spots. You feel like heaven around him, walls constricting around his aching cock. He can't believe how lucky he is to have a little cockslut like you.
He fucks into you with reckless abandon, the table scraping against the floor. The sound of skin slapping now deafening, and the smell of sex permeates the air.
He reaches around and rubs your clit, tears streaming down your face.
"That's right, princess. Take it."
Your entire body is shaking, the pressure building until it's unbearable. He removes his hand from your throat and slaps your ass, the sharp pain pushing you closer towards the edge. You cry out. “ Q-Quie—“ he’s cutting you off as he slams his cock deep into you, the force of his thrust causing the table to squeak and shudder. “Shut up. Talk t-to much.” He mutters, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth.
The taste of yourself on his fingers sends you spiraling into oblivion. Your pussy clenches around him, and he groans.
"Oh fuck."
He pounds into you, his own release imminent.
"Gonna fill this little pussy with my cum."
He grips your hips tightly now with both hands, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Toji. Toji. Oh, fuck. Fuck." You cry out, stars exploding behind your eyes as your orgasm tears through you.
He groans and buries his cock deep inside of you, then he’s retracting. Thick white cream built at the base of his shaft, coating his cock in slickness. His eyes roll back at the sight of the pearlescent liquid smeared along his length. A thick layer coats his hand as he slides his fist along his member, his fingers moving easily from the wetness.
His balls draw up as his pleasure increases, his ass clenching with his need for release. Once again, you’ve got him cumming in under ten minutes. He hates it, but damn you feel so good.
"Fuckin’ killin me, can’t last with you.” He groans as he shoots his load on your ass.
You lay there, panting, trying to catch your breath.
"Fuck. You're perfect, princess."
You can't help but moan as he spreads your pussy from behind, his tongue lapping up the mixture of your juices.
"Tastes so good. I can't get enough."
You can't speak, the sensation too much for your spent body.
He continues his assault on your pussy until you're a whimpering mess, begging him to stop. He finally relents, standing up and tucking himself back into his pants.
"I think we made quite the mess, princess."
He smirks, the sight of you bent over the table, his cum dripping down your thighs a beautiful sight to behold.
“You alright sweetheart?” You hear your father call, confused by the commotion.
“I’m fine! Just stuffed.”
Toji snickers, placing a kiss on your cheek whilst pulling your skirt down. You can't help but smile, knowing that this isn't the last time you'll have him inside of you. You'll make sure of it.
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Few more to add:
Don't be afraid to ask for a second opinion. It can take a while, especially with NHS waiting lists, but if you haven't been listened to by the first doctor then it's always worth trying again
Do your research on the medications you're prescribed!! Be aware of how the medication is making you feel. Ask for an alternative if you're not comfortable with the medication they've offered
If you've got people in your life you can talk to, lean on them. Chronic illness is lonely as fuck and, as someone who didn't have anyone to talk to about what I was going through for years, even just mentioning it casually in conversation helps
If you don't have anyone in your life to talk to, try online support groups or even just follow people with similar experiences to you online if you don't feel comfortable sharing what you're going through
In some counties, the NHS offers free talking therapy, including a targeted pain and fatigue group. It might not be for everyone, but it could be worth checking out if you need extra support
Electrolytes are super helpful if you're low on energy and or find it difficult to stay hydrated. And you can get them in lots of different flavours!
Hot water bottles and TENS machines are god tier
I feel like it should go without saying, but people are disabled before they're diagnosed. If you don't have a diagnosis, you're still valid and your experiences matter. Getting a diagnosis can be ridiculously difficult. I had to wait for four years before I could even access the medical system because I didn't have my parents' support so I had to wait until I was 16. It then took another five years before I was diagnosed. It was during that time that I needed support the most, and didn't get it
KT tape can be really useful for stabilising joints (but be careful when taking it off if your skin tears easily). If you use KT tape, remember to round off the corners so it's less likely to peel off
Dealing with body image can be really difficult sometimes. Disability changes how your body feels and looks and it's difficult to come to terms with that. I haven't quite figured this one out myself yet (past get tattoos and take slightly nsft photos), but I'll let you know when I get there. I think it helps to try and reclaim your bodily autonomy so anything that gets you there I guess
If you make your own food, try batch cooking one pot dinners (chilli, stew, daal etc) so you only have to cook once a week and don't have much washing up to do
There's nothing wrong with sitting down to do something if it helps. Sit down to wash up. Sit down to shower. Sit down at a concert. Just sit down
Don't have the energy to shower? That's okay, you can use baby wipes for your body and a Freshwipes no rinse shower cap for your hair x
I've been disabled for almost 29 years. Here's what I've learned.
Tablets sink and capsules float. Separate out your tablets and capsules when you go to take them. Tip your head down when taking capsules and up when taking tablets. Liquigels don't matter, they kinda stay in the middle of whatever liquid is in your mouth.
If your pill tastes bad, coat it with a bit of butter or margarine. I learned this from my mom, who learned it from a pharmacist.
Being in pain every day isn't normal. Average people experience pain during exceptional moments, like when they stub their toe or jam their finger in a door, not when they sit cross-legged.
Make a medical binder. Make multiple medical binders. I have a small one that comes with me to appointments and two big ones that stay at home, one with old stuff and one with more recent stuff.
Find your icons. Some of mine include Daya Betty (drag queen with diabetes), Stef Sanjati (influencer with Waardenburg syndrome and ADHD), and Hank Green (guy with ulcerative colitis who... does a bunch of stuff). They don't have to be disabled in the same way as you. They don't even have to be real people. Put their pictures up somewhere if you want; I've been meaning to decorate my medical binders with pictures of my icons.
Take a bin, box, bag, basket, whatever and fill it with items to cope with. This can be stuff for mentally coping like colouring books or play clay or stuff for physically coping like pain medicine or physio tape.
Decorate your shit! My cane for at home has a plushie backpack clip hanging from the end of the handle and my cane for going places is covered in stickers. All of my medical binders have fun scrapbooking paper on the outside. Sometimes, I put stickers and washi tape on my inhalers and pill bottles. I used my Cricut to decorate my coping bin with quotes from my icons, like "I've seen enough of Ba Sing Se" and "I need you to be angrier with that bell".
If a flare-up is making you unable to eat or keep food down, consider going to the ER. A pharmacist once told me that since my eye flares can make me so nauseous that I cannot eat, then I need to go to the hospital when that happens.
Cola works wonders for nausea. I have mini cans of Diet Pepsi in my coping bin.
Shortbread is one of the only things I can eat when nauseous. Giant Tiger sells individually-wrapped servings of shortbread around Christmas or the British import store sells them year-round. I also keep these in my coping bin.
Unless it violates a pain contract or something, don't be afraid to go behind your doctor's back to get something they are refusing you. I got my cardiologist referral by getting in with a different NP at my primary care clinic than who I usually saw. I switched from Seroquel to Abilify by visiting a walk-in.
If you have a condition affecting your abdomen in some way (GI issues, reproductive problems, y'know) then invest in track pants that are too big. I bought some for my laparoscopy over a year ago and they've been handy for pelvic pain days, too. I've also heard loose pants are good for after colonoscopies.
Do whatever works, even if it's weird. I've sat on the floor of the Eaton Centre to take my pills. I've shoved heating pads down my front waistband to reach my uterus.
High-top Converse are good for weak ankles. I almost exclusively wear them.
You can reuse your pill bottles for stuff. I use my jumbo ones to store makeup sponges and my long skinny ones to hold a travel-size amount of Q-Tips.
Just because your diagnostics come back with nothing, it doesn't mean nothing is wrong. Maybe you were checking the wrong thing, or the diagnostic tool wasn't sensitive enough. I have bradycardia episodes even though multiple cardiac tests caught nothing. I probably have endometriosis even though my gynecologist didn't see anything.
You can bring your comfort item to appointments, and it's generally a green flag when someone talks to you about it. I brought a Squishmallow turkey (named Ulana) to my laparoscopy and they had her wearing my mask when I woke up. I brought a Build-A-Bear cat (named Blinx) to another procedure and a nurse told me that everyone in the hall on the way to the procedure room saw him and were talking about how cute he was. Both of those ended up being positive experiences and every person who talked to me about my plushies was nice to me. If you don't feel comfortable having it visible to your provider during the appointment, you can hide it in your bag and just know it's there, or if you're in a video appointment, you can hold it below frame in your lap.
Get a small bucket, fill it with stuff, and stick it in your bed (if you have room for it). I filled a bucket with Ensure, juice boxes, oatmeal bars, lotion, my rescue inhaler, etc. in October 2023 in anticipation of my laparoscopy and I still have it in my bed as of January 2025.
If your disability impacts your impulse control (e.g. ADHD, bipolar disorder), you should consider setting limits around your spending -- no more than X dollars at a time, nothing online unless it's absolutely necessary, and so on. Or, run these purchases by someone you trust before committing to them; I use my BFF groupchat to help talk sense into myself when I buy stuff.
Feel free to add on what you've learned about disability!
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lyvhie · 1 day ago
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okay hi haechan anon again!! im back with another request! so I'm missing my taeyong a lot (hashtag military wife..) and I was listening to 2 baddies as any baddie would and. the line "now you wanna ride these wheels" had my legs FOLDED 🥴 those wheels aren't the only thing I wanna ride.
and that brings me to my request. riding tyongie pretty pretty please???
── .✦ everybody makes mistakes
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ex-bf!lee taeyong x fem!reader
𓂃 ࣪˖ summary: You were going through a busy time in your life, and going to a party was supposed to help you relax a little and... Well, your ex certainly turned out to be a good distraction. 𓂃 ࣪˖ cw: smut, riding, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie because why not 😞, pet names. 𓂃 ࣪˖ a/n: HIIII, ANOOOON!!! GLAD YOU'RE STILL HERE 😚😚 i get you... i feel like we are 12949 years without tyong, we need him back ASAP, i can't have a happy life if taeyong isn't here PLEASE. ANYWAYS, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE!
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This was definitely not part of the plan. It was supposed to be a fun night at your friend's party—a chance to unwind and forget about the chaos that had taken over your life lately. Honestly, you hadn’t even planned on coming, but your friends had insisted, saying some fresh air would do you good. You finally caved, figuring what was the harm?
Wrong decision.
If you had known your ex-boyfriend would be there, you’d have stayed home.
You thought you were over him, it had been months since the breakup, after all. There was no reason to panic, you told yourself. Besides, he hadn’t even seemed to notice you were there. You could enjoy the night without a care. Or so you thought.
Your eyes kept drifting to him, as if drawn by some invisible force. Watching how he moved through the crowd, laughing, leaning in to whisper things in people’s ears, flashing that smile that used to make your heart race. The same smile he was now directing at others.
You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to tear your gaze away from him. Focus on your drink. Your friends. Literally anything else, you told yourself, desperate to ignore the annoying tightness in your chest every time you caught sight of him leaning in close to someone else. But it was no use.
You didn’t even need to look. You could feel it. His eyes were on you, burning with that same intensity you’d once found irresistible. Against your better judgment, you glanced over and instantly regretted it.
There he was, lips curling into a smirk, that infuriating, knowing expression that only made your stomach twist further. And then, as if the universe itself was playing a cruel joke, he started walking toward you.
Your heart skipped, and you quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in whatever your friends were laughing about. You even forced out a chuckle, hoping it sounded convincing.
Taeyong, of course, wasn’t fooled. He thought it was cute, how bad you were at subtlety, how transparent you always were when you tried to act cool, just as he remembered. If anything, it made him want to reach you faster.
From the moment he approached you and murmured a soft “hey,” everything became a haze, your senses drowning in the intensity of his presence. You remembered the way he leaned in, his lips so close to your ear that his warm breath sent shivers down your spine. His voice was low and familiar, dripping with charm as he told you how much he missed you, how surprised he was to see you there when he knew this wasn’t your usual scene.
His hand had found its way to your waist, his touch firm but not forceful, as if asking for permission rather than demanding it. You hadn’t stopped him. The heat of his body pressed against yours was both comforting and electric, stirring something in you that you thought had long been buried.
Every subtle gesture—a thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip, the way his fingers lingered just a moment too long as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the way his gaze never wavered from yours—pulled you deeper into the gravity of his orbit. You knew you should step back, but instead, you let yourself lean into the closeness, into him, even though you both knew exactly where this would lead.
And all of it led to a kiss, slow, as if to test the waters, then deepening with the kind of urgency that only old lovers can share. That kiss led to lovely whispers and stolen touches, and before you knew it, you were in the parking lot, your heart pounding as he opened the door to the backseat of his car.
The air between you was thick with tension, your breaths mingling as he pulled you close, his hands finding your waist like they never forgot the shape of you. It was reckless and impulsive, the kind of decision that you knew you’d question later—but right now, with his lips on yours and the heat of his body pressed against you, it felt like the only decision to make.
His hands gripped the soft flesh of your thighs, his fingers pressing firmly into your skin as he held you down against him. His mouth was relentless, his tongue exploring yours with a fervor that made your breath hitch. Your hips began to move instinctively, a slow grind against him that drew a deep groan from his lips. The confined space of the car only heightened the heat between you, every movement feeling more intense, more urgent in the close quarters.
You felt his hands slip to the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head, but you stopped him just in time, pulling away from the kiss, both of you panting softly.
"This is a bad idea," you whispered, though your body leaned into his, contradicting your words.
"Maybe," he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that made your resolve waver. You tilted your head slightly, giving him more access.
"We really shouldn't be doing this," you tried to reason, though your hands remained on him, your touch lingering.
“You can blame the alcohol if it helps," he suggested, his lips tracing a path up to your jaw before capturing your mouth again. You didn't resist, kissing him back.
"I didn't drink that much," you argued softly.
"Then blame me," his hand drifting lower, inching toward the space between your legs, sending a wave of anticipation through you. "You're always good at that."
"Shut up," you retorted, nipping at his lower lip, earning a hiss and a soft chuckle from him. “Tell me to stop," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his lips hovering just above yours. "And I will, pretty.”
Yes, you just needed to say the word and get out of his car. Of course, that would be the right thing to do, but... you were already this far.
You would blame him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna regret this," you muttered before crashing your lips against his again, kissing him more fervently than before, grinding against him harder, his bulge applying just the right amount of pressure against your core.
Your hands fumbled with the button of his pants, a mix of nerves and anticipation guiding your movements. He was quick to undo yours in return, his desperation evident as he helped you, pulling his pants down just enough while you slipped out of yours along with your panties, leaving no barriers between you.
His hands gripped your hips, guiding you over him, one of your hands rested on his shoulder for balance while the other slid down, wrapping around his hard cock. It throbbed under your touch, and he let out a soft moan at the slightest contact. You stroked him slowly, savoring the way he responded, before lowering yourself just enough to let the tip brush along your slick slit.
He groaned, his fingers tightening on your hips, urging you to stop teasing. "Don't play with me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. You smiled faintly, enjoying the rare moment of control you had over him, but your own need was overwhelming.
With a soft exhale, you slowly sank down onto him, both of you gasping as he stretched you, filling you completely. Fuck, how he missed this—the feeling of your warm heat enveloping him, just as tight as he remembered. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent, his breath hot against your skin.
“You feel so good," he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You missed this feeling too, the delicious stretch of him inside you, your walls fluttering around him, as if your body was echoing the same sentiment. He bit your neck to muffle a moan, the sound vibrating through you.
And for a few seconds, you both stayed like that, motionless, just reveling in the feeling of him taking up all the space in your pussy. Then, slowly, you began to move, rolling your hips over him before lifting yourself just enough and sinking back down, drawing moans from both of you. His hands slid down to cup your ass, fingers digging in as he followed your movements, his head falling back against the seat with a deep groan.
Your movements were slow at first, teasing, but you quickly found your rhythm, pressing down on him, the sensation sending waves of heat through your body. The heat between you was unbearable, the cramped space of the car amplifying every sound—the wet glide of your bodies, the breathless moans, the creak of the leather seat beneath you.
His hands moved back to your waist and his grip on you tightened, fingers pressing into your flesh as he urged you to move faster. You picked up speed, setting a pace that felt good for you, making him gasp with each roll of your hips.
"That's it, baby," he groaned, lifting his head to watch where your bodies met, eyes dark with hunger. "Just like that... take me deeper."
You bit your lip, trying to stifle a whimper as you obeyed, bouncing harder, grinding down to feel every inch of him. The pleasure was dizzying, overwhelming, stealing what little self-control you had left. His hands left your hips, moving up your body, dragging your shirt up to expose more of your skin.
“Fuck, look at you," he murmured, leaning in to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. The sensation sent a shockwave through your body, making you clench around him.
A deep, guttural moan tore from his throat as he thrust up into you slightly, meeting your movements. "Shit—keep that up, and I won't last," he warned, voice strained. But you didn't stop. You couldn't. You were too close, too lost in the way he filled you perfectly, the way his body fit against yours like he was made for you.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to kiss you, the heat between you both intensifying. Just as he had said, he wouldn’t last much longer. It wasn't just because it felt incredible, but because it was you.
“Don’t stop,” he murmured, almost a plea, his thighs tensing beneath you. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, every little sound he made pushing you closer to the edge too, but you weren’t there yet.
You didn’t need to say anything; your body said enough. The way you moved, the way you squeezed him with every roll of your hips—it was too much. His grip on you tightened as he groaned deep, his body shuddering beneath you as he came, his release spilling inside you as you kept moving, letting him ride it out.
But he didn’t stop there—you still needed to finish too, and now it was his turn to take care of you. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he buried his face in your neck. Even with his body still trembling from his own release, he started moving again, thrusting up into you with deep, desperate strokes.
A shaky whine escaped his lips as the overstimulation hit him, but he didn’t let up, his grip on you firm, determined. “Gotta make you feel good too,” he murmured against your skin, his voice strained, breathless.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, your walls fluttering around him, dragging him deeper despite the sensitivity. His name spilled from your lips, hands fisting in his hair as he held you close, chasing your release like it was the only thing that mattered.
His breath was hot against your neck, his movements growing sloppier, more desperate, but he didn’t stop—not until he had you right where he wanted. His fingers slid down between your bodies, finding your most sensitive spot, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made your thighs tremble around him.
"Come on, baby," he coaxed, voice hoarse, lips brushing your ear. Your grip on him tightened as pleasure coiled low in your stomach, the pressure building with every stroke, every thrust. His name tumbled from your lips, breathless and needy, and he groaned at how good you sounded.
And then, with one more deep, well-angled thrust, pleasure crashed over you. Your body tensed before melting into his, a broken moan leaving your lips as your release washed through you. He groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him, his arms holding you steady as you rode out your high.
Even as your body sagged against his, he pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder, his breaths ragged, shaky. “That’s my girl,” he whispered, tracing slow circles on your back as he helped you come down.
It wasn’t the smartest decision, you knew that. But, in that moment, you felt... satisfied.
You pulled away slightly to meet his eyes. Your friends had been right, maybe you did need to let go of the weight on your shoulders and relax a little.
"Wanna come home?"
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lovecla · 2 hours ago
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FAVORITE KIND OF NIGHT ; HUGHES, SLAFKOVSKÝ
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PAIR jack hughes x fem!reader, quinn hughes x fem!reader, juraj slafkovský x fem!reader, ex-cole caufield x fem!reader
SUMMARY when you found out your boyfriend of two years had been cheating on you the entire time, you do what every girl does when they get cheated on: you fuck his best friends.
WORD COUNT 5,5k
WARNINGS taboo content, cheating, foursome (f/m/m/m), p in v, unprotected sex, degradation, mention of stomach bulge, creampie, double p in v, rough sex, manhandling, dirty talk, humiliation, subspace, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), gagging, dacryphilia, brief aftercare.
FROM ME TO YOU my loves, listen to your clara very carefully: if you do not agree with ANY of what’s written here, please consider not reading. this is just a silly idea i had a few days ago and i wanted to write about it. i have zero intentions of offending anyone: this is pure fiction! none of this is real! anyways, thank you @cyberhughes for listening to my naughty thoughts about this plot and for having my back. love you juni baby, this one’s for you <3 and for those who are still here, have a nice reading!
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on that lonely night, said it wouldn't be love
but we felt the rush (fell in love)
it made us believe it was only us
THE THING about being a hockey girlfriend is that you will, most certainly, get cheated on.
When you first heard that, you thought it was just bullshit— not all men are the same and all of that. Some people were just unfortunate to have shitty boyfriends, but not you.
Or at least that’s what you thought before watching a viral video of your boyfriend of two years kissing three different girls at a party.
The video was blurry, and maybe if you were a little bit more naive, you wouldn’t have noticed that the man eating those girls’ lips was, in fact, Cole Caufield, the man you swore to be the love of your life.
“Maybe it’s not him, Y/n,” your friend said, voice soft and gentle, as she put your phone down and locked it. “Cole wouldn’t do that… right?”
Right, you want to say. Of course he wouldn’t do that.
But you can’t. You can’t bring yourself to lie and betray your own trust. You sat there, on your couch, thinking about what you were going to do.
Your relationship was public, Cole had already posted pictures of you several times over the years, but now, so was the fact that he cheated on you with not just one girl, but with two more.
Now, everyone knows that you got cheated on, and that you weren’t an exception to the Hockey rule.
“‘s okay,” you sniff, cleaning your nose with your sweater’s sleeve. “It’s okay.”
It wasn’t, really, but what else could you do?
Truth is, even though you love— loved?— Cole a lot, you had been feeling a little bit weird. Cole didn’t seek you anymore, he didn’t look at you the same way he used to do when you first started dating.
You thought it was just the fact that he was tired and feeling responsible for his team’s recklessness, but clearly, it wasn’t just that.
Days passed after the terrible, awful video, and even though you hadn’t spoken to Cole in probably two weeks— he was away and you couldn’t bring yourself to answer his texts—, you wanted to break things up with him in person.
“Why would you do that?” Your friend asked over the phone, and you sighed.
“Because I’m better than he is,” you say. “And because I need to get closure.”
“I guess you’re right,” she sighs, and then she’s quiet for a few seconds. But, “I need to tell you something.”
“What?” You ask, rolling to your side. “What is it?”
“There’s going to be a party at Zegras’ place tonight,” she says. “Heard Cole shit ass is going.”
“Who told you that?”
“I was talking to one of his new buddies, and he invited me to the party. Said I could go if I kept my mouth shut to you,” she scoffed. “I thought about telling him to hell and then telling him to fuck himself but I thought it might be more useful to pretend I wasn’t going to tell you anything and then tell you everything.”
You chuckled. “Yeah. We’re going, then?”
“We so are going,” she giggles. “I’ll bring the eggs.”
“I’ll bring the flour.”
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THE PARTY looked more like a frat party than anything, which lowkey disgusted you.
You knew the majority of the players were young and still in their teenager mindset, but whenever you went to a party, it usually had more decorum than whatever this was.
The music was so loud you couldn’t hear your friend talking next to you. People were grinding against each other like they were in heat and ready to fuck in front of everyone, and the room had a strong smell of marijuana and cheap beer.
You rolled your eyes but focused on your reason to be there: find Cole, break up with him and maybe even embarrass him in front of all of his friends.
You tried to warn your friend about where you were going, but since the music was too loud, you just signaled to the door on your right. She nodded, and you moved around the room, feeling with your feet the way the floor shook with the song’s thrumming.
Fortunately, you didn’t have to walk much. Cole’s stupid ass seemed to have forgotten to close his room’s door, and now you were staring at the 5’8” man you thought was going to be the father of your kids, kissing another girl.
“So, this looks really fun, huh?” You said, closing the room’s door, and suddenly, all of the eyes were on you. Cole’s included.
“Y-Y/n, what,” he stutters, removing the girl from his lap and getting up. “What are you doing here, baby?”
“No, what are you doing here?” You cross your arms in front of your chest, feeling yourself start to burn with anger. “Weren’t you supposed to be in New York?”
“No, you see—”
“Is your name New York, sweetie?” You ask the girl who was previously kissing him, who looks like a scared, little kitten. Little does she know you’re not going after her— you couldn't care less about her. “Uh, I guess not.”
There were at least eight other people in the room, sitting there and goofing around. But now, all of them looked like they would pay a hundred thousand bucks not to be in Cole’s shoes.
“Y/n—” he tries again, reaching for your arm.
You step back, flinching away from his touch. “Don’t fucking touch me, Cole. You’re fucking sick. I hope y’all have fun,” you hiss, turning around and heading towards the room’s door again. You look over your shoulder, watching Cole’s sorrowful face. “Enjoy as much as you can, darling. I know his dick won’t make you happy.”
You leave the room with fast steps, not before hearing Cole’s so-called friends laugh out loud with your words. You could feel yourself burning with anger, which made you happy. You thought you were going to feel destroyed, sad and depressed when you confronted him about the fact that he cheated on you regularly.
But after seeing his pathetic expression and actions, you realised you weren’t the one who should be feeling that way.
Your legs were moving on their own, and when you noticed, you were on the second floor, barging in another room, opening its door with full strength.
Only to blush even more, this time not with anger, no.
“Oh, hey there, Y/n. Where’s the fire?”
Jack’s sarcastic tone made you hold the door’s handle tighter, and when you looked around, you felt like a fish out of its tank.
The room was poorly lit, only the yellow light from the lamps reflected on the dark walls of the room, making the environment seem more intimate than it really was.
There were sofas along the room, and low music was playing, probably coming from one of the cell phones.
Because not only Jack Hughes was there, but his oldest brother, Quinn and Juraj Slafkovský.
You didn’t even know Quinn and Jack got along with Slaf, yet there they were, sitting and chatting with each other like they weren’t all rivals during the weekdays.
They laughed with Jack’s little remark before Quinn said: “You can come in, we don’t bite.”
“Unless you want to.” Juraj was the one who said this, to your ultimate surprise, and you rolled your eyes, doing as they said and getting in, closing the door behind you.
“Dude, come on,” Jack laughs. “She has a boyfriend.”
“Not anymore,” you say, for the first time since you opened the door. You eyed the drink cart in the corner of the room, taking full steps towards it and opening the first bottle you say. Whiskey. Great. “I just broke up with Cole, actually.”
There was a second of silence before you heard some clapping behind you, which made you turn around and stare at the grown men sitting across the room.
“What’s this clapping for?” You ask.
“It was about time, Y/n, what the hell,” Juraj says. “Guy’s been cheating on you for months.”
“And you guys didn’t think of, I don’t know, maybe give me a heads up?” You ask, sarcasm pouring out of your mouth while you pour the alcoholic drink in the glass sitting on the wooden surface. Then, you walk until you’re sitting beside Quinn and Juraj. “Would’ve been nice.”
“Sorry,” Quinn says, poking your shoulder. “In my defense, I wasn’t around enough to know he was cheating.”
“In my defense,” Jack starts. “I don’t like him.”
“In my defense,” Juraj finishes, opening his legs and resting his arms behind his head. “I couldn’t do it, because I would’ve been called a homewrecker.”
You almost choked on your drink. “What?!”
“You know I’ve been wanting to fuck you for ages now,” he sighs, like he’s tired of saying that; like he’s been saying that for a long time now. “But you can’t exactly fuck your homie’s girlfriend, can you?”
“Word.” Jack says, leaning forward to fist bumping Juraj. Quinn only chuckles and you can’t believe your eyes.
You’ve known all of them for basically the same amount of time, and you liked them a lot. Jack was a little, teasing shit, way too different from Quinn, but he was funny and so were his brothers— hanging out with them was always fun.
Quinn was private but sweet, probably one of your favorite people in the league. His soft spoken demeanor had made its way into your heart and was now stuck there, for the rest of your life, probably.
And Juraj was an old friend, someone you knew even before you started dating Cole— he was the reason you and Cole got together in the first place.
So hearing that one of your closest friends wants to have sex with you is weird, especially because he had just confessed that in front of two other men.
You stare at them, incredulous. “What are you even talking about?”
“Come on, Y/n, you can’t be this oblivious,” Jack grunts, and you tilt your head, confused. “You didn’t notice the way he looks at you?”
“Fuck you, Hughes,” Slaf curses, giving him the middle finger. “Like you’re one to talk. Everyone knows you’re head over heels for her and you know which head I’m talking about.”
Quinn laughs like what Slaf said had been the funniest thing he’d heard in a while, while Jack simply shrugs and looks at you with expectant eyes.
“You are all drunk. That’s the only explanation I can find,” you say, still choosing not to see what is right in front of you. “And I’m about to be the next one.”
You took just one sip before Quinn wrapped his hand around your glass and took it out of your hands. You were about to complain and ask him what happened when he shook his head, clicking his tongue. “We are not drunk, Y/n. And we don’t want you to be.”
“What? Why not?” You ask. “I promise I’m not that type of person who talks about their love life when they’re drunk. I might talk about Tik Tok memes, though.”
“That’s worse than talking about your shit ass love life,” Jack murmurs and you turn around to look at him with angry eyes. “What?” He asks, grinning, with his hands in the air.
“It’s not my fault I can’t find the right guys,” you sigh, resting your head on Quinn’s shoulder like you’re used to doing. “Why do men suck?”
“Not all of them do, sweets.” Quinn says, placing his hand on your naked thigh, making you blush faintly.
“We don’t.” Juraj murmurs beside you, and you hum.
“Well,” you say, measuring your words. “Unfortunately, I can’t have any of you. So, yeah, I still have the same problem.”
“Who said you can’t have any of us?” Juraj says, and you lift your head, furrowing your eyebrows at him. “Or even better, all of us.”
There’s a beat of silence. The room is suddenly too warm for you, and even if you’re just wearing a skirt and a crop top, you still feel yourself starting to get sweaty.
The song is still playing, an unknown melody reverberating through the room, and what once felt big and spacious suffocates you now.
“You guys. You can’t be serious… right?” You ask, looking at each and every single one of them in the eye.
Jack is the first one to break the silence. “Come on, Y/n. Haven’t you ever thought about us like that?”
You can feel their eyes on you as you think of what to answer. You can’t say you haven’t— that would be a lie. You were loyal to Cole and you loved him, but you weren’t blind.
And now that you’re really thinking, these guys hadn’t been particularly sleek either; Jack with his obsession with calling you pet names, Quinn finding any and every excuse to touch you whenever you were in the same room and Juraj eye-fucking you from afar while you cuddled with his teammate.
So yeah, you have wondered about it before, but it all sounded so insane you didn’t think about it twice. The odds of all four of them liking you were pretty low, so why bother fooling yourself with these kinds of thoughts?
But now, you were sitting in the same room as them, with Juraj’s arm touching yours, Quinn’s hand running up and down your leg, and Jack’s eyes on you, like you were a prey or something similar.
“We can’t do that,” you whisper, trying your hardest to hold onto that single piece of sanity and morals you still had. “You guys are insane. Jack, Quinn’s your brother.” You reason, expecting to knock some sense into them.
Quinn squeezes your thigh slightly. “It wouldn’t be our first time.”
“Besides, it’s fine because we’re not going to fuck each other,” Jack says, like he’s telling you the sky’s blue. “I’m going to fuck you.”
“We are going to fuck you,” Juraj corrects, and you close your eyes, holding your hands together on your lap, trying to keep them still. “What do you say, chéri?” He asks, getting dangerously close to your neck, his strong, masculine scent making your head spin. His lips briefly touch your neck, the contact so light you wouldn’t feel it if you weren’t hyper aware of your surroundings.
Quinn’s warm, big hand is moving up, up and up, and that startles you.
You get up, panting as hard as if you had ran an entire marathon, and you stand in the middle of the room, surrounded by them. By your friends who had just asked to fuck you.
“I can’t— I can’t do this,” you whisper. “What about Cole, what about—”
“Sweetheart, Cole is probably balls deep inside someone else right now,” Quinn replies, and the others hum in agreement. “If you don’t want it because you don’t want to, it’s fine, you know we’d never force you. But,” he spreads his thighs, the outline of his cock is visible and right there for you to see. You gulp, not sure of what to do. “If you don’t want to do it because you still believe Cole deserves your kindness, then I have to say—”
“You’re being dumb,” Juraj finishes Quinn’s sentence, smirking. “You’ll be crying over one small cock when you have three waiting for you. It’s your pick, really.”
Your head is spinning and you feel aware of your body, which is something you hate. You can feel your arms and legs starting to give in, and to your absolute horror and panic, you can feel your underwear start to get sticky.
You walk towards the door, ready to leave, ready to put this night behind and pretend this was all a fever dream, and never think about this again. But, as you grab the handle, you know you won’t be able to forget this, not even if you wanted to.
So, you stop being a hypocrite, and grab the door’s key, locking the door once, and then twice, before exhaling and turning around again.
All three of them are staring at you, with the same expression; lust. It’s sinful and you are certain that you’re going to hell for this, but as you start to get undressed, right there, in the middle of the room, for all of them to see, you can’t help but feel like what you’re doing is nothing but right.
You remove your crop top, pulling the fabric over your head and dropping it on the floor, shivering slightly when the cold breeze hits your naked skin. You do the same with your skirt, letting it fall around your feet like a river, leaving you standing with only your bra and lace underwear in front of them.
“Fuck.” You hear one of them say, you’re not sure who, the word nothing but a whisper.
Juraj is the first one to get up, and get his hands on you. He’s rough, hungry and not careful at all, something you’re not used to but like it anyway.
His lips are on yours almost instantly, and his hands are holding you down while he licks and sucks your mouth. He tastes like some kind of candy you’ve had before, and your brain is screaming that what you’re doing is wrong, so wrong and that you literally just broke up with your boyfriend of two years not even thirty minutes ago but you can’t stop.
It’s maddening, it’s addictive and you want more.
It gets worse when you feel another pair of hands on your back, unclamping your bra. You hear a soft tud, which you can only assume is your bralette hitting the floor. Then, there are hands squeezing your tits, hands almost as rough as Slaf’s, and it has you moaning inside his mouth.
“So fucking soft,” you hear Jack say behind you as he gets closer, his hard dick poking your ass over your underwear. “Tits so fucking soft for us, baby.”
And he pinches both of your nipples, making you whimper loud and separate your lips from Juraj’s. There’s a saliva string connecting both of you and it makes you feel nasty.
He gives you a brief peck before gently slapping your thighs twice, silently asking you to remove your underwear, which you promptly do. You slide your lace panties over your legs, shyly throwing them away from you.
It’s only then that you notice Quinn staring at you from the couch, half naked with his dick out of his boxers— the thought of him getting off only by watching you makes you squeeze your thighs together, to stop your hole from clenching around nothing.
“Let’s get you wet and ready, alright?” Juraj says, manhandling you around like you were just a toy for him to break, until your back touched the cold, wooden surface of the table sitting in the middle of the dark room. You arch your back, pouting with the coldness and Slaf coos at you. “I’m sorry there isn’t anything more comfortable than this.”
“Like she cares about comfort,” Quinn snorts. “The only thing she’s worried about it’s whether she’s taking one or two cocks in that greedy pussy of hers.”
The humiliation Quinn’s words bring you is almost unbearable, yet it has you dripping anyway. Their laughs, the way they’re all staring at you like some piece of meat makes you feel hot all over.
Juraj lays you down carefully, only to spread your legs open with the same roughness he used before, when his lips were on yours. You yelped, feeling exposed and embarrassed— your bare, glistening pussy was on display for all three of them to see.
“Holy shit,” you hear someone say, Juraj maybe, and you cringe, hiding your face with your hands. “She’s perfect.”
“We’ll see about that,” you hear Jack say behind you and you remove your hands from your face. Suddenly, he’s sliding his pants down, his dick touching his covered abs as wraps his fist around his length, slowly jerking off in front of you.
You’re watching it in awe, even as you stare at him upside down, since your head is hanging off the table’s edge. He smirks down at you at the same time Juraj licks your clenching hole, making you moan for the first time, loud and involuntary.
“Ah.”
“Shit,” you hear Slaf say. “Pussy so fucking wet and sweet. Y/n, you’ll drive me crazy.”
You don’t answer; not because you don’t want to but because Jack places his hands on both sides of your cheeks, squeezing them together until your mouth forms the perfect O and he can slide his entire dick inside it.
He moans noisily as you gag on his long dick. It’s an unexpected feeling, to have your throat fucked like this— Cole wasn’t a big fan of messy, rough blowjobs— but fuck if it doesn’t get you wetter.
Juraj is still working hard on your pussy, licking your folds and throbbing clit, eating it with a loud slurp, the sound of your wetness making you close your eyes with pleasure and shame.
“Your mouth feels so good, pretty,” Jack moans behind you, still holding your head in place while he drags his dick through your throat. Your eyes are wet with unshed tears and you feel your mouth so full it is starting to hurt. “Almost as tight as a pussy.”
It’s overwhelming to try to manage the feeling of Juraj’s tongue and Jack’s cock on you. You feel warm, your hands are gripping the table like your life depends on it, and you can feel yourself start to slip more and more.
“She’s wet enough already,” Quinn states, and the fact that he’s referring to you like you’re not even there makes you whimper loudly around Jack’s cock.
Next thing you know, you’re being manhandled again; Jack’s rough hands leave your cheeks to hold your waist instead, taking you to the nearest couch and laying down with you on top of him.
You’re facing him, those blue eyes never leaving yours. “Y/n,” he starts, his tone gentle for the first time that night. You hum, adjusting yourself on top of him, until you have both of your legs on each side of his body, almost on fours on top of him, highly aware that Quinn and Slaf could see everything. “We are going to be rough.”
“I know,” you whisper.
“I’m not asking for permission, baby, do you understand that?” He talks to you like one would do to a child, using a tone so soft it could put you to sleep, if it were any other situation. You bite your lips, feeling Slaf’s long fingers sliding up and down your pussy, rubbing circles on your swollen clit while Jack speaks. “We are going to be rough. Tonight, you’re nothing but a toy for us to play with, alright? A hole for us to fuck.”
You nod, closing your eyes momentarily as Juraj pinches your clit, hard. He tugs it and it feels like he just placed a clothespin on you. It hurts so. Good.
“I need your words, baby.”
“I u-understand that,” you sob, hot tears running freely down your face as you continue to speak. “I w-want it.”
Jack chuckles, touching your face with care. “It would be so nice if we actually cared about what you want, huh?”
You bit your lip again, suppressing a loud moan. It would be even more embarrassing if they realized how wet you got every time they were mean towards you.
“Bitch gets wetter and wetter every time you say shit like that, Hughes,” Juraj says, and your entire face burns with shame, as you hide it in the crock of Jack’s neck. “Come see this shit, Quinn.”
You tremble as you hear a pair of steps echoing through the room, and without warning, you feel your hips getting lifted, just slightly, at the same time you feel two fingers being inserted inside deeply in your pussy.
You whine loudly, not even feeling pain with how wet you were. His fingers were moving around like you were nothing but a sex doll, making you hold Jack’s arm to steady yourself.
“Look at this tight, little thing,” Juraj says, twirling his fingers around, scissoring them inside you. “Merde. She’s milking my fucking fingers, bro.”
“I can see that,” Quinn hums. “Pussy so fucking greedy she’s taking you without complaints.”
You were about to moan again when Juraj removed his fingers from you, leaving you clenching around nothing, once again. “Let’s start, then.”
After that, it’s hard to tell what really happened. You were thrown around, and suddenly, Slaf was laying under you, Quinn was standing beside you and you assumed Jack was behind you.
You could feel one of them poking their cock through your slit, gathering all your wetness to use as lube. Then, he slowly started to insert it, the stretch making you whimper inside Slaf’s mouth, as he bruised your lips roughly again.
Jack had barely given you time to adjust to his length when you felt Juraj’s tip poking at your entrance too. You gasped inside his mouth, feeling his dick joining Jack’s inside you and.
Oh.
“Fuck, Y/n.”
You opened your eyes, glistening with tears, and stared at Quinn standing beside you, who was looking at you with fond eyes. He chuckles while staring down at you, taking his dick out again and grabbing it with his right hand, running the tip over your mouth.
The salty taste of his precum painting your lips white distracted you momentarily from the fact that Juraj was still trying to put his dick inside you, accompanying Jack’s.
But it wasn’t enough, of course— even if Juraj's thick, long fingers had stretched you, it didn’t compare to having both of their cocks inside you, together.
“Oh,” you heard Quinn coo. “She’s crying. Maybe she can’t take it?”
You shook your head immediately, not even acknowledging how desperate you looked. Quinn put his thumb inside your mouth at the same time Juraj completely bottomed out inside you, making you scream around the brunette’s finger.
“Sh, sh,” Juraj mumbled under you. “Take it, hm?”
The stretch hurt, yet you couldn’t ask them to stop— you felt so full and you swear you can feel them rearranging your guts, reaching so deep inside your body that if you were to look, you’d probably see a bulge in your stomach.
“Holy shit, man,” Jack moaned, dragging his dick slowly until only the tip was in, so that he could slam it back into you again. “She’s so fucking tight.”
“Move, Hughes.” Juraj hissed under you, and after that, everything fell into a pure state of lust.
Jack and Juraj slammed their cocks inside you rhythmically, like they were dancing a well rehearsed dance. Your body jolted forward as they pounded inside you, rough hands— you didn’t know who's— holding you by your waist and pulling your hair at the same time.
Quinn, who had just been jerking his cock while looking at you, decides to take the opportunity and shove his dick inside you, making you gag around his thick length.
“Shit, Y/n,” he moans, throwing his head back. “I’m going to wreck your mouth like they’re doing with your pussy.”
And he wasn’t lying. He tilted your head to the side and thrust his dick deep inside your mouth, until your nose touched his crotch area. You gagged, still not used to the reckless act, but you were far too gone to complain.
The room smelled like sex, lust and sin. The dark walls watched as you laid on top of Juraj’s much bigger body while you took their cocks in two of your holes, with your pupils blown and wide. Your face was destroyed, it didn’t need to be a genius to realize that; your mascara had smudged under your eyes and the tears had spread the black ink almost everywhere.
Your legs hurt, and so did your jaw, but the pleasure was bigger than any pain. You had never felt this dirty, this raw before, but you feared that after this night, you wouldn’t ever be the same; nothing besides them would ever be enough.
“She feels so good,” Jack says, voice filled with need. “She was born for this.”
“Fuck, you’re right,” Juraj says, kissing your neck while you gagged around Quinn’s dick. “Born to take cock inside her tiny pussy.”
After that, you keep slipping and slipping. You come on their dicks at least twice, falling apart each time you feel your wetness coating their dicks.
Your throat is raw, your jaw is hurting, but Quinn is close to his climax, like his brother and Slaf.
Jack and Slaf are the first to come, both painting your walls white with their seed. It’s maddening, your belly feels full of them, but you don’t have time to acknowledge that properly, not when Quinn is also coming deep inside your throat.
You lay limp on top of Slaf’s broad chest, closing your eyes, tired.
But—
“Y/n, hey,” you hear Quinn calling, and you open your eyes, just barely. “Can you stand up, just for a bit?”
“Don’t let it go to waste, baby,” Juraj warns you, and you keep clenching even after they remove their dicks. It’s hard, you feel so open you should be disgusted at yourself but you still try to do as they said.
You feel a pair of hands lifting you, and you sigh, exhausted. They manhandled you until you were laying on top of the couch, head resting on your arms. A rough pair of hands— Jack’s— spread your legs open, leaving you exposed once again.
“Go on,” he commands, and you let it go, feeling their sticky cum pour out of your used, gaping pussy. You sob, feeling dirty.
“Jesus fuck.”
“I think I’m hard again.”
“Lowkey, yeah.”
You collapse on the couch once you feel like there’s nothing left, blacking out as soon as your head hits the leather.
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YOU WOKE up with a light touch on your cheek.
It takes a while for you to manage to open your eyes, but when you do, you thank whoever decided to put a yellow, warm lighting in that room.
“Hi.”
Jack’s voice brings you back to the present, and you lift your head, only then realising that you were in his lap, fully clothed— with clothes that weren’t yours— and covered with something heavy that felt like a blanket.
You frowned.
“What… what happened?” You ask, looking around. There was Juraj, who was placing a few takeout bags on the table, and Quinn, who was holding an old piece of cloth. “Oh my God.”
It was real. You fucked Jack, Juraj and Quinn.
“Oh my God,” you groan, hiding your face in Jack’s chest.
“I hope these exclamations of yours are because you’re wearing Zegras’ hideous clothes and not because you realized you fucked the three of us.” Jack says, sarcasm taking over his face.
“Why would we do that,” you mumble. “Gosh. That’s wrong in so many ways, I can’t even begin to—”
“Y/n,” Quinn calls you, dropping the cloth on the table— the same table Juraj had eaten you out on— and walking towards you, lifting your chin with two of his fingers. “Did you enjoy it?”
“I— Well— We—” you stumbled over your words, not sure of what to say.
He applies pressure on your chin, sapphire eyes squinting at you. “Answer me, sweetheart.”
“I—” you sighed. “Yeah. I did.”
He smiled.
“Then we’re fine.” It’s all he says, before pecking your lips, briefly. It was your first time kissing him and you secretly didn’t want it to be the last.
“We liked it too,” Jack says once his brother lets you go. He winks at you, smirking. “I’ll never forget the sight of you full with my—”
You put your hand over his mouth, red as an apple. “Okay, alright, shut up.”
He chuckles, taking your hand away and kissing you, exploring your mouth with his tongue, just like his brother had done, barely two minutes ago.
“You guys are no fun,” you hear Slaf’s voice. “In my opinion, we should just keep doing this.”
“No,” you say. “This was a one time thing. We can’t keep fucking each other like this.”
“As I said, no fun.”
“She’ll change her mind in a few days, I just know it.” Jack says under you and you roll your eyes at his cockiness.
“I’m too tired to argue with you,” you say. “I smell Chinese food. Can we eat?”
“Yeah, we should probably do that,” Quinn says, nodding. “It’s late already. Let’s eat and take Y/n home.”
Juraj and Jack agree with just a few more complaints, and while you watch them take turns to feed you, you realize, with shame, that Jack was wrong about one thing.
It wouldn’t take a few days for you to change your mind.
You had already done it.
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Hello!!! I have a little suggestion for the manager!reader series.... What if manager!reader made tiktoks/little skits around each stratum for blue lock tv promotional content? I can imagine a lot of people fighting for the spot next to the reader when they do silly tiktok trends hehe ( ^ω^ )
Anyways, that's all from me!!! Take care of yourself, and thank you! (*^▽^)/★*☆♪
SUSPECT!
Notes: I don't have TikTok so I don't know much about it. But this turned out to be more player focused lmao enjoy!
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"We have to do a what?"
"Some tiktok challenges. Our media manager has already made you guys an account and um, they want you to film some videos so the show can get even more popular!"
You can hear most of them groaning in complaint. Its not that they do not use the app, but most of them could not care less about the cameras or how popular the show could get. As long as they got to continue playing and being in Blue Lock, then everything is all good.
"Can I not join in, Y/n-chan?" Niko asked and most of them soon followed, asking the same question.
"Eh? Oh okay...um, I'll try convincing the JFU but...they said you need to be in it." You said, a sad look in your eyes, knowing that the JFU would probably scold you again when they found out you let the boys do whatever they wanted again.
Isagi, being one of the most sensitive ones in the group, noticed the look in your face. Now, if it was just him, he would also rather say no to whatever the JFU wanted. But knowing that you will probably struggle in convincing the higher ups, and the possibility of you being scolded again, he straightened his posture before clearing his throat.
"Actually, Y/n-chan. We'll do the filming! Right guys?" He said, a fake smile on his face as the rest were just confused.
"What? You do it alone-" Otoya was about to say when Isagi elbowed his side discreetly, before giving a chilling smile.
"Right, Otoya! We'll all do it, Y/n-chan! What do we do?"
Most of them did not like the sound of that, but seeing your face light up in happiness made them get what Isagi wanted. So they just shut their mouths up and let you tell them what to do.
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"It's been a while since we even used our phones for fun, didn't know so many trends already came and go." Karasu said as he listened to the trend they were supposed to be doing.
"How do you do this 'suspect' trend, Y/n-chan?" Bachira asked, peeking his head through your shoulder to look at the tablet in your hand where a video of the said trend played.
"So basically, one person will be filming another. The one shown in the camera will be running while the one holding the camera would call them 'suspect' before saying something about themselves that is embarrassing or funny. That's the gist of it, but you all can say what you want, as long as it doesn't cross too many lines."
Oh.
Oh.
A shiver ran through your spine at the smirk on everybody's face. Of course, they all knew each other's deepest habits and secrets, perks of living with each other in this large facility. And exposing and dissing each other? Oh, this was just the thing they have been waiting for.
And that was when you wondered if you picked the wrong trend for the boys to do.
"Um okay, I'll be doing something else in the meantime. I'll leave you with this phone so you guys can film. Um, you can go in whatever order you want. Please try to keep the language to a minimum as possible."
You said nervously, handing a phone provided by the facility to Rin, who just accepted it without a thought. You personally did not know how to feel about this. You trusted them, but definitely not enough to say the weirdest and most out of context things, especially when it comes to their fellow Blue Lock players.
'Oh god, I hope they dont end up fighting...'
The moment you left, they immediately went up to Rin to set up everything and started to point on who will be the scapegoat and be the first one.
"I vote for Barou to go first." Nagi said with a yawn, which only angered the said striker.
"What did you say, you lazyass? How about YOU go first?"
"Hey, hey no fighting!" Bachira cheered.
"Yeah. Hmm, how about rock paper scissors, and whoever loses gets to be the sacrifice." Hiori commented, to which most of them agreed.
It took a while to play the said games due to their number, but as the minutes passed and more and more people won and got eliminated. It was all left to Otoya and Chigiri.
"It's missy versus ninjass!" Karasu laughed.
"Shut the hell up, Karasu!" Chigiri muttered, taking the game very seriously.
But, lady luck wasn't on his side today as he pulled out paper and Otoya pulled out scissors.
"YES! GOODLUCK MISSY!" Otoya cheered. Chigiri fell to his knees at the lost before being pushed up by Isagi, who was laughing at his misery.
Being the one who currently held the phone, Reo snickered at a thought that appeared on his mind as he pressed the video button and started recording the running Chigiri.
"Suspect can't outrun us for too long in this video, or else he'll be in crutches the next day." Like bowling pins, most of the boys fell to the ground laughing at the words. Reo, was busy snickering and making sure that Chigiri's reaction was caught on camera.
"You absolute crud! COME HERE, YOU ASSHOLE!" Chigiri said, fuming, chasing after the chameleon-like striker who just ran away and continued laughing at his offended face.
"Suspect got brotherzoned by Y/n-chan because he started to say slurs on the field!"
"BITCH?! COME HERE CHIGIRI!" Isagi said, feeling offended and a bit heartbroken when he remembered that certain time.
"Suspect thinks his bad taste in fashion brings the girls closer, but actually just shoos them away from him."
"WHAT?! Excuse me, my fashion is good." Otoya tried to defend himself from Karasu's words. But the rest of the boys just shook their heads.
"Your beanies are hideous."
"Nah, its just because they're on him."
"HELLO?! WHY IS EVERYONE SO RUDE TO ME?!"
"Suspect is a closet gay for Hiori." Rin said, filming Karasu who stopped in his steps with wide eyes at what he said.
"What the hell? I'm not gay." But the rest of the boys just laughed at the straight tone Rin said what he said and the expression Karasu currently had.
"Shut the hell up, you crow. You ain't ever gonna beat the allegations!"
"You aren't any better, Shitdough! You are so gonna get it from me!"
"Hey, you're the one who keeps commenting about how erotic Hiori is." Kunigami rolled his eyes.
"I second that. I still can't forget how you called my left leg erotic." Hiori pitched.
"THAT WAS A COMPLIMENT?!"
"How gay can a compliment be, chat?" Otoya joked while slapping Karasu's back, who only yelped.
"Suspect would either get hepatitis from his dreams of Itoshi Sae or his 3 weeks unwashed pillow case!" This time, it was Oliver who filmed Shidou.
"And I don't have anything to hide about that."
"Jesus Christ, you both are disgusting." Rin commented in disgust at both Oliver for what he said, and to Shidou's whole humanity, or what was left in that guy's said humanity.
"Ya'll are getting more unhinged as this challenge pass by." Yukimiya added as he shook his head, not even knowing what you, Ego or Anri would say when they start to view the footage.
"Suspect can't run too fast or else he'll trip because he can't see what's in front of him."
"HAHAHAHA Bachira did not pull any punches." The rest laughed, meanwhile Yukimiya's glasses fogged, his smile clearly fake as he was legit pissed at what the striker said.
"We're here to offend not to ammend, baby."
"Suspect watches anime more for the agenda than the plot."
"So what?" Niko sassed towards Kiyora, who just shrugged while the rest just snickered.
"Nah bro, don't tell me you're one of those in the agenda piece community." Kurona said, only for Niko to shrug.
"Maybe or maybe not. You never know."
"Suspect is a closet mean girl."
"Pfft Isagi!"
"Nagi being a closet mean girl is so true, though."
"All the victims of Nagi Seishiro arise!" Otoya said as Isagi, Barou and even Reo raised their hands while laughing. Nagi, on the other hand just plopped on the ground, not wanting to even continue moving.
Needless to say, the video was a whopping success in social media. Everyone had a good laugh at found out the chill and funny side of the Blue Lock players. But, the JFU was less than pleased of what was in the video.
They expected the boys to behave and say respectable things about each other, not ruin their damn reputation just for jokes and laughs. But, nerdless to say, nobody cared much about their anger because the video did blow up in popularity, and numbers never lie, especially when it brings over money and revenue.
ADDITIONAL TIME!
BLUE LOCK TV TIKTOK COMMENT SECTION:
User1: TO SAY I SNORTED WHAT I WAS DRINKING WHILE WATCHING THIS?!
User2: I swear I always forget these guys are the same age as me, meaning we share the same humour☠️
User3: THE KARASU ONE?! THE GAYNESS IS REAL
-> User4: Idk who to ship anymore Y/n-chan w him or Hiori
User5: I did not expect Rin to actually be funny, good to know he doesn't have his brother's dry sense of humor.
User6: I LOVE THIS! Like I didnt know Nagi and Niko were filled with sass nor did I know Rin can be funny. I NEED MORE OF THESE
User7: Okay, but the brotherzone thing w Isagi proves to me that maybe the crazy harem shippers are right LMAO
-> User8: RIGHT?! Now I'm wondering like theres no way you would use the word brotherzoned if there is no feelings there.
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I know this strayed away from the request but I really wanted to incorporate the Bllk boys' friendship so I hope yall enjoy this. I may make a pt 2 that fits more of the request huhu
Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.
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aventurineswife · 12 hours ago
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Hii! I hope you're having a nice day :D
Can I please request SAHRS being able to listen to Reader simping over them during gameplay? How would they react to their creator swooning over them?
Anyways, remember to drink water and eat something if you haven't yet! I love your writing style <3
My back... 😔🙏
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It starts as a normal day. The Museum of Divinity is quiet, the stars shine as usual, and the characters go about their routines.
And then—
"OH MY GOD, LOOK AT THEM. THEY'RE SO FINE."
A pause.
Everyone stops moving.
Wait.
Was that… you?
The divine, all-powerful Creator… SIMPING???
Chaos erupts.
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Welt: Drops his pen. Adjusts his glasses like he misheard something.
Himeko: Chokes on her coffee.
Himeko's smirk is IMMEDIATE. "Oh? You have favorites, dear Creator?"
Welt tries to act composed. But his ears are red.
They both pretend to be unaffected, but inside? SCREAMING.
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Blade STOPS FUNCTIONING.
"Did… did they just call me fine?"
He won't admit it, but his grip on his sword tightens.
Dan Heng freezes mid-action.
If you’re swooning over him, his face is burning.
If you’re swooning over Blade, he glances at him with mild betrayal.
They don’t speak about it. But they think about it. A lot.
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Aventurine? Smug. So smug.
"Well, well, well… seems like our Creator has excellent taste."
Sunday? LIVING FOR IT.
"Oh? You adore me so? Say more, divine one."
Sunday basks in your words. Aventurine teases relentlessly.
If you simp for someone else?
Aventurine: "A shame. You could have had me, dear Painter."
Sunday: "A tragic oversight, truly. But worry not! You may still admire me."
They’re never letting you live this down.
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Kafka smirks immediately.
"Oh, how cute. Do go on, dear."
Black Swan tilts her head, thinking deeply.
"A divine being… capable of adoration? Fascinating."
They start analyzing every word.
How often do you compliment them?
Which characters do you favor the most?
What tone do you use? Flustered? Playful? Devoted?
Kafka savors every second.
Black Swan tries to understand why your affection feels so… real.
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Luocha bows slightly. "A rare honor to be admired by divinity."
He’s calm outside. Internally? He’s thinking about it too much.
Jing Yuan chuckles. "You wound me, dear Creator. I had no idea you held such affections."
Lazy smirk, but his heart skips a beat.
If you simp for someone else?
Jing Yuan: "Truly a shame. I thought I was the favorite."
Luocha: "Ah… I see. A tragic fate, indeed."
They’re too smooth about it, but deep down? They’re blushing.
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March 7th: SHRIEKS.
"OMG, SAME."
Sparkle: LOSES HER MIND.
"Finally! The Creator speaks the truth!"
They immediately gossip.
If you simp for Jing Yuan? → "I KNEW HE WAS A CREATOR FAVORITE!"
If you simp for Blade? → "Oooo, the dark and broody type, huh?"
They’re so entertained by your reactions. They start listening in more often.
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EVERYONE starts listening more carefully.
Characters start acting up more in battle, hoping you’ll say something again.
Some get competitive. ("You called THEM fine? What about me?")
Some get smug. ("You’re completely obsessed with me, aren’t you?")
Some get flustered and pretend they didn’t hear it.
No matter what—
You can NEVER take it back.
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Okay guys, no more SAHSRAU anymore. It was fun knowing everyone of you. We shall meet next year 🥰💖
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daisy-01-blog · 3 days ago
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Our sing along song! (Singer! Gojo x fem! reader manager)
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Our sing along song! (Singer! Gojo x fem!reader manager)
 SMUT. 
MINORS DNI 
A/N: Somehow ridiculous title is my trademark now. Pathetic Gojo.
“You’re quitting?” Gojo stopped reading his Playboy magazine. And some people knew that even the earthquake wouldn’t make him stop reading that magazine of his. 
You nodded “yes, in the next week” you said calmly, silently cheering on the inside. 
You have worked for this childish man as his manager for a year (you don’t even know how you manage to do it but you did anyway) you clear his name out of gossip, he went out with women a lot. He also went to the nightclub a lot. You didn’t know how he managed to be a successful idol. Probably because of his good looks. ‘
He bit the inside of his mouth “why? Is the salary not enough?” he mutters, albeit looking pathetic “I could double or triple it, if it means you staying” 
You’re tempted to do so, but you can’t. You need your vacation now. You need to not be around him. 
“Sorry, nothing will change my mind” you told him. 
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Gojo has been in love with you-his manager, since the first time that he saw you. Not like he would admit it of course, he didn’t want you to get tangled into a rumor with him. 
He went out with woman who looks like you, he fucked them as he groans-imagining it’s you instead. It’s fucked up and pathetic. But now, you’re planning to leave him. He wouldn’t let this happen. He will do something about this. 
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You noticed a mocha on your table, what is this? you didn’t order this. 
“It’s for you,” Gojo muttered. 
You shrugged “Gojo, you can’t bribe me to stay” you drink it anyway. It tasted better than any Mocha you tasted before. 
He smirks “I will and I can” 
You rolled your eyes as you prepared for his schedule. This wouldn’t change your mind. 
He gives you lots of things, flowers, chocolates, dolls, yet you didn’t change your mind at all. You’re still determined to leave. 
Then, the day came. As you bring all your bags, your eyes widen when you feel a pair of hands hugging you. 
“Gojo?” you muttered, dumbfounded. 
“Please don’t leave me…” he whined, kissing your neck. It tickles, what’s with him? he never act like this before. 
“Gojo, please” you said to him “let me go” 
He kisses your neck as you gasp “I will be good” he mewls “I won’t involve myself with another woman, I won’t even go to any club” he nuzzles your neck as you shudder. 
“Gojo” you retort “let me go” 
“Please” he nuzzles “will you at least listen to me?” 
You stare at him “okay” you mutter “convince me” 
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The conversation turned into one heated kiss, the slurping noises fill the room-you feel dizzy. He shudders as he finally tastes your lips-you taste like strawberries and he can’t get enough. 
“Please don’t leave me” he nuzzles your breasts “I will be really good” 
You panted as he unzips your shirt, slowly kissing your bra. 
“I’ll do whatever you want” he whines “I will be your pet if it means you will stay” 
He unclasps your bra, and you moan as he takes your nipple in his mouth. 
He shudders “so sweet…” he whines as he suckles your breasts, you shudder and moan as you pull on his hair-he moans. 
“Don’t leave me” he whine pathetically as he suckle your breasts “I will please you everyday” he mewls “I will let you whatever you want to me” 
You pant, shaking and moaning as he takes turns sucking both nipples. 
He kisses down your stomach as he kisses your panties, whining at the sweet smell “so sweet…” he laps it as you moan. He takes off your panties as he kisses it over and over-making out with your sloppy pussy. 
You shudder as he moans “so sweet…so wet and tight” he whines as he slurps it. The lewd noises fill the room. 
You moan, feeling close. He fingers your soaked pussy as he kisses your breasts, you splurt in no time. 
He shudders as he unzips his pants, letting you suckle it. As you do he mewls, feeling your mouth sucking his huge veiny cock “ah…” he moans your name as he thrusts his hips. 
He splurts in no time as you swallow it. 
He didn’t hesitate to plow your pussy, the sound filling the changing room as you two moan. The lewd squelching noises fill the room noisily. 
“So tight” he shudders pathetically as he plows your pussy “mmmh…stay here and I’ll fuck you lots okay?” he moans as you can’t even think anymore. 
He fucks you deeper and you moan as you feel it deep in your tummy. 
You both burst as you and him moan. 
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You stay as his manager, and Gojo has been behaving very nicely. No rumor of him in a nightclub or with some other woman. 
“Well, my manager has to do it. She teaches me how important the public eye is” he smiles sweetly as you stand beside him, the paparazzi taking pictures of him. 
As he secretly fingers your sloppy pussy from behind. 
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seasaltandwisdom · 2 days ago
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tips for tired hellenic polytheists
new or old
when first researching where to start, it’s very overwhelming with everything you need to do. autism and chronic illness were and still are a major hindrance to everything i do, worship included, not to mention i am still worshipping in secrecy. i was put off from worshipping for a year or so because of this. it doesn’t have to be so daunting, the gods aren’t here to judge how efficient you are in your worship.
starting with altars, you don’t need one, especially not a big elaborate one. they’re gorgeous and one day i aspire to have one, but that’s not ideal or even possible at the moment. if you plan on giving libations you can have a small cup or glass to hold the offering and sit it next to you or in any empty space until you’re ready to discard. same with food items, a small platter works. it doesn’t have to be a dedicated space, they understand your circumstances.
another thing i struggled with was knowing which god or gods to worship. you don’t have to wait for a god to call to you. pray to who you want and who makes you feel comfort and happiness to think about. the gods aren’t going to turn you away. you can start with more than one too. there’s no ‘beginner’ gods, just who you want to start with!
giving offerings doesn’t have to be so complex, especially if you’re worshipping in secret. a big one i do is offer a portion of my food to the gods while i wait for it to cool or find a video to watch. i tell them i’ll eat after and the first bites goes to them. they know if you have limitations, they know i can’t give them food and let it sit and afford to not eat it myself and that’s okay. i also buy a lot of trinkets from various places, if it reminds me of the gods they get to keep it and when i look at it i’ll whisper a small hello.
devotional acts are easiest for me, it’s things i’m already doing or should be doing. taking my meditation/listening to music in honor of apollo. cooking/spending time with family in honor of hestia. watching ocean related videos for poseidon. if it pertains to the gods, devote the act to them and it keeps me on top of things i need to do if i know i devoted it to the gods.
this may be my most controversial section, i don’t do khernips! if you do, more power to you of course. i just don’t have the means, and don’t see much reason for that to stop me from worshipping. i will wash my hands with soap and water before giving an offering, but for regular prayer of just saying hi or talking about my day with the gods, which i usually do in bed or while out and about, i don’t worry about it. they know im human, they aren’t going to shut me down or out for being such. this stopped me for awhile, i couldn’t make khernips so of course i couldn’t worship but truthfully the gods are understanding. even somedays when im too tired, depressed or sick to do anything, i used to feel bad for not being my cleanest while talking to the gods but if i can’t pray when im at such a low point, when can i?
the gods aren’t going to be disrespected or angry at you for praying or offering whilst you’re on your period. yes, i’ve seen that debated. just be clean on human standards, when you can, and they will understand. they’re old and wise, they’ve seen it all.
i’m just rambling at this point so i’ll wrap up soon! coming from christianity, it’s hard to not fear the gods, i get it and most others do too. religious trauma is hard to overstep, if it’s something you struggle with the gods won’t mind if you have to do a few things differently. good luck on your journey, whether new or just continuing. i hope my yapping helped with anything. your faith is personal to you, don’t let others push you away from it. be kind to each other and yourself.
as always, feel free to dm or send an ask if you feel inclined to! my word is just that, don’t take what i say as law and if you do things differently, that’s okay. i’d love to hear about that too!
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ariiadnes · 2 days ago
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╭ ⿻ ・ atlas bound
i'm sorry you couldn’t find me ; i have been in the woods i put myself there because i couldn’t be good. i have been running with foxes and running with crows & i have found myself a home where no one goes.
ଓ.° ・ arthur morgan. red dead redemption 2. ଓ.° ・ note: female reader. arthur refers to her as 'missus, ma'am, darling, sweetheart, honey, etc'. she is drunk ( and also very emotional and affectionate ). arthur carries reader bridal style. high honor!arthur. discusses the nature of his self-deprecation. in this house we love and support tht outlaw i dont care what he did !! he is Good to me. quote cr : florence welch. repost!
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you're certainly more outspoken when you've had a bit too much to drink. scratch that, arthur muses -- a lot more outspoken. seldom does it happen, but in the far and few occasions it does, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. it's too god damn cute, the way you're much more honest, much more clingier.
( and what can he say? he loves taking care of you, loves the way you murmur those soft, half coherent love you's and thank you's a thousand times over. to be honest, he can't tell if you say it like a mantra because you're just that grateful or if it's because you're so wasted that you've forgotten you said it earlier. )
"darlin'," he can't help but chuckle, managing to shut the door to the hotel room, one arm around your back, the other under your knees as he holds you close, "you really done it now, you know that?"
an instant response.
"no, i didn't."
he pauses, shakes his head in amusement before he gently lowers you on the bed, helps you sit on the edge.
"you ain't even know what i'm talking about."
there's a feign, subtle hint of sternness in his tone, but you see through it with such ease. you just smile in return, though curiosity flickers in your slightly glossy eyes as he crouches before you, calloused hands slowly taking yours in his. he looks up at you, searching with that gentle look that only you have the privilege of knowing.
& there's so much love in those eyes, you think. you always think that, heart quickening and flourishing with affection, every beat yet another blossom in devotion. you could drown in those ocean hues, sink into reverence and reverie, forget the dangerous life you survive, and dream of better days.
this life is not an easy one, but as long as you are with him, you will make it through. you always will.
you take a deep breath, face suddenly very flushed -- and you wonder if it's the alcohol or the overwhelming feeling of his gaze on you. a serene silence between two lovers in the night, hand in hand, so terribly in love in a world in which neither of you belong except to each other.
"arthur morgan," you suddenly blurt out, slipping your hands from his, only to cup his face with such quiet veneration, "i got some words for you, mister."
he blinks in surprise, brows raised slightly. his hands now rest on your thighs, thumbs occasionally tracing small circles against the fabric of your attire.
"some words, huh? i hope they're good ones."
...well, he's joking. kind of. but with the way your brows are slightly furrowed, focus utmost sharp... ah, well. shit. maybe he's really done it now.
"...i love you, arthur morgan." you say, words a little slurred. "...i think i said that before."
he takes a moment, lets out a small sigh of relief.
"...yeah, think i heard it once or twice." he responds, though there is only tenderness in his tone. "i love you too, sweetheart."
you stare. really hard. it's not quite a moment of intimacy, really-- it's more amusement on his end, and... whatever thought and feeling you're having on yours.
"okay." you say, and he almost laughs. you pinch his cheek, teasing. "but listen... 'm not done yet, mister."
"...alright, missus. i'm listenin', loud and clear."
you stay silent for a long while, just studying him intently, though your expression has relaxed, turned into something of an aching. he's not sure what you're thinking, not sure whether it's the alcohol that's getting you or something else, something deeper.
"...arthur," you finally speak up, "you're such a good man. i hope you know that."
he feels his heart break a little-- whatever remains of it, anyway. he looks up at you with wide eyes, and it doesn't take a second before he responds.
"...you know that's not true, sweetheart." a quiet answer, excruciatingly soft, just like the way he places his hands over yours. "i'm not a good man. got too much blood on my hands. did things i'm not proud of."
"you're good to me. to thousands of other people, arthur." you whisper, and he almost wonders if you've managed to sober up that quickly. "we all got blood on our hands, love. you could bathe them in red, for god's sake, and i'll still hold them."
he stills. his heart pounds against his chest, longs to be free from the thorns of doubt that have dug themselves deep into his existence.
"honey--"
"i wish you could see yourself the way i see you." your voice wavers slightly. "i see the way you look at yourself in the mirror, arthur. i hate it." a crack in your voice, and then in the decayed humanity that lays in his chest. "i hate it, love. i wish you could see all the good in you, all that kindness you got and share. you're so good, arthur, and you won't let yourself believe it. i wish you would. i wish you'd be as kind to yourself as you are to the world."
he finds himself speechless, uncertain. afraid. he wants to protest, wants to say otherwise-- because it's all he knows. he's never been a good person. he's killed, robbed-- but he's also saved, given when he's always had so little.
"...tell me that you'll learn to believe it." you say. "i don't care if it takes a week, a year, or the rest of our lives. i don't care if we're old and gray. just tell me you'll try. please, arthur."
there's a strange numbness in the beating of his heart, and just the slightest bit of wonder -- christ, you were so drunk and nonsensical just a few moments ago, and now you're here, on the verge of tears with nothing but ardency in your voice.
he wants to refuse, wants to decline, but he can't. he can never refuse you.
"i'll..." he clears his throat. "for you, i'll try. ain't making no promises, though."
you smile, and he cannot help but return it, though there's a quiet hesitance and reluctance beneath it all, and you see it.
"thank you." you lean down, press a kiss to his forehead. "i love you, mr. morgan." a pause, then a little hint of confusion in your eyes, the intensity suddenly gone ( and ah, he realizes-- still drunk as hell ). "i think i've told you that before. maybe..." you murmur, suddenly deep in thought about something so entirely casual in comparison to the previous conversation that happened, what, a few seconds ago?
still, he cannot help but laugh, and the curve of your lips grows more gentle at the sound. it was a matter of time before you started repeating yourself, anyway.
"yeah, you might've told me." he smiles when you lean down, lips pressing against his in a blithe kiss. "love you too, you drunken fool."
( you won't remember this in the early hours of the morning, he thinks, but he will, forever and always. it's just the faintest bittersweetness that comes with that realization, he contemplates, eventually climbing into bed with you, pulling the covers up as you practically drape yourself over him.
you won't remember this, and his mind haunts him ever so, tells him that you're just being kind, just taking pity. you won't remember it, and maybe you don't really mean all of it. but you have no reason to lie, and you never would-- but the heart and soul is a cruel being, and he cannot shake the thought.
he falls asleep to such troubling thoughts-- nothing new, not really. there hasn't been a single moment in his life where he granted kindness to himself.
& so he wakes to a peaceful sunlight, a nice hotel room, a comfy bed, and a certain half-awake, hungover someone next to him. he pauses, relives the memories of last night, and his mind wanders. he sees the way you look at him : a little disoriented, a little groggy, and it's only a second before your eyes light up the moment you notice he's awake, the radiance in your features so blinding and brilliant sometimes. and it's that very moment, he realizes -- in the way you look at him like he's the god damn world, that you meant every single word last night, drunk or not.
he holds you a little tighter, offering silent greeting through shared warmth. somewhere in that little space between your bodies is a gratefulness, and in time, he thinks, he'll learn to be kind to himself. )
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nickeverdeen · 3 days ago
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Fancy and Dusty | Powder x Kiramman fem!reader
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Pairings: Powder x reader (mutual crush), Vi x Caitlyn (romantic), Vi x reader (platonic), Powder x Caitlyn (platonic), reader x Caitlyn (sisters), Vi x Powder (sisters)
Type of fic: Comedy, Fluff
Warnings: A bit of insecurity from Powder’s side
Summary: I tried so hard, but I have no idea how to put this into summary, I’m sorry
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The Kiramman estate was unusually lively that afternoon. It wasn’t every day that all of you got together like this, but when it happened, it always felt like a mix of chaos and comfort.
Caitlyn and Powder were seated at a large oak table in the family’s private study, tools and materials sprawled across the surface. Powder was eagerly showing Caitlyn how her newest gadget worked—a small, birdlike contraption that fluttered its wings before sputtering out and landing in Caitlyn’s lap.
Meanwhile, you were in the garden sparring with Vi. It was more playful than serious, with Vi throwing slow punches and exaggerated feints, her grin never leaving her face.
“Come on, you’re gonna have to hit harder than that!” Vi teased, dodging one of your jabs effortlessly.
“Don’t tempt me!” you shot back, laughing as you lunged at her again.
Vi ducked under your swing, her hand gently tapping your shoulder as she sidestepped. “Careful, squirt. Don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of my sister.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the blush that crept up your cheeks. “Shut up, Vi.”
Vi just smirked knowingly.
Back in the study, Caitlyn adjusted the scope of her rifle as Powder watched intently. “Alright, so you align this piece here…” Caitlyn explained, her tone patient as she demonstrated. Powder nodded along, her hands fiddling with one of her gadgets.
It was a quiet moment—until Caitlyn noticed the way Powder’s eyes kept drifting to the window, where you and Vi were sparring. Powder’s expression softened, her lips curling into a small, almost dreamy smile as she watched you laugh.
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow but said nothing for a moment. Instead, she finished adjusting the rifle and handed it to Powder. “Here. Try loading it now.”
Powder blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. “Oh, right. Yeah, okay.” She took the rifle and began loading it, her hands moving almost automatically.
After a beat, Caitlyn leaned back in her chair, her voice casual. “So… you and my sister?”
Powder froze, her hands fumbling with the rifle. “W-what?”
Caitlyn gave her a knowing look. “You’ve been staring at her for the past five minutes.”
Powder’s face turned bright red, and she quickly looked down at the rifle in her hands. “I wasn’t—okay, maybe I was, but it’s not like that! I mean, she’s—she’s your sister! And she’s… she’s out of my league.”
Caitlyn tilted her head. “Out of your league?”
“Yeah.” Powder shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. “I mean, look at her. She’s got everyone wrapped around her finger. Boys, girls… she could have anyone she wants. And me? I’m just… not enough for that.”
Caitlyn’s expression softened. “You’re not “not enough”, Powder. You’re brilliant, kind, and—if I may say so—a lot less chaotic than I expected.”
Powder snorted. “Thanks, I think.”
Caitlyn smiled. “Listen, I can’t speak for her feelings, but I can tell you this: she doesn’t care about leagues. She likes people for who they are, not where they stand.”
Powder glanced up at Caitlyn, hesitant. “You really think so?”
“I know so,” Caitlyn said firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt.
Meanwhile, you and Vi were taking a break, both of you sitting on the grass to catch your breath. Vi stretched her arms behind her head, a relaxed grin on her face.
“You’ve got a decent punch for someone who spends most of their time reading,” Vi teased.
“Gee, thanks,” you replied dryly, nudging her with your shoulder.
After a moment of comfortable silence, you glanced at her, a little hesitant but curious. “Hey, Vi?”
“Yeah?”
“Does Powder like girls?”
Vi’s laugh was immediate and loud, catching you off guard. “What kind of question is that?” she asked, still chuckling.
You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I was just wondering.”
Vi raised an eyebrow at you, her grin turning a little smug. “Why? You thinking about making a move, squirt?”
Your face went red, and you shoved her playfully. “Shut up!”
Vi laughed harder, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Relax, kid. To answer your question—yeah, she does. But don’t tell her I told you that, or she’ll probably throw one of her gadgets at me.”
You tried to hide your smile, but Vi caught it anyway. “What?” she asked, her tone teasing. “You’ve got that look.”
“What look?”
“The look.”
You groaned, flopping back onto the grass as Vi laughed.
As the afternoon went on, the four of you eventually gathered back inside, the air filled with laughter and teasing. But every now and then, your eyes would meet Powder’s, and for just a moment, it felt like the rest of the world faded away.
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sodascribbles · 1 day ago
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YEAR OF THE ECHIDNA - LOVE
@year-of-the-echidna
characters: maddie, tails, knuckles, sonic, tom; antagonist oc (The Handler) doesn't appear but is important
relationships: the wachowski family
contains: dehumanisation, Knuckles has Trauma (what else is new)
read on ao3 here!
Maddie sorts through the letters. "Junk mail, junk mail, that's for Tom," she hums, "oh, that's new."
There's no address on the envelope. Which means somebody put it in the mailbox. She scrunches her face accordingly, carefully pulling it open.
Hm. It's... well, there's writing on it, alright. Maddie just can't read a word of it. It looks familiar, though— maybe from one of her boys.
"Tails, you have a translator, right?" Maddie asks, pauses, corrects herself; "Let's start here. Do you know what this is?"
"Oh, wow." Tails leans forward, openly fascinated, but his eyes don't track the words. "It looks like Mobian... who's writing to us in Mobian?
"I, um, can't read it, but I have a translator." He pulls out a little yellow camera thing, scanning the letter with it. "Doesn't look like it says who it's from. Huh... the echidna..."
He reads it hurriedly, expression twisting. "You're not gonna like this."
"Hit me."
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Wachowski," Tails reads, frowning, "It has come to my attention that you are in possession of something very important and very dear to me. I speak, of course, about the echidna."
"In possession?" Maddie echoes, already nauseated by the words.
"It gets worse," Tails warns. "Red has been a crucial part of my operation, and I would be very appreciative if you would return him to me. I will compensate you for your troubles, of course; I have one million Earth dollars set aside for you."
Maddie hisses out a breath. "Jesus," she whispers. "That's a lot."
Tails looks at her— his gaze finds something behind her, ears flattening. She turns to follow and finds Knuckles standing there.
His purple eyes are piercing. "I apologize for listening," he starts. His voice is flat, eyes hollow. "Will I be allowed to say goodbye?"
Maddie feels like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing and opening again. "What?" she finally manages.
"To the Lord of Donuts. And the hedgehog... and Ozzie," he trails, finally breaking eye contact to glance away. "When you return me."
"What?" Maddie repeats, her throat going tight. "No, baby, no!" She sees a misunderstanding coming a mile away and hurriedly adds, "We're not going to 'return' you."
"Return you?" Tails echoes, paws folding together, "Do you know who this is from?"
Knuckles looks over the letter with eyes that really don't see anything. "I assume it is the Handler," he says. Tails sucks in a breath. "I know of no others who would call me that."
"Baby," Maddie interjects, because she is not done, "baby, we are never going to get rid of you or replace you or 'return' you. Okay?"
He still looks so devastatingly doubtful. He doesn't look at her, eyes still following the words.
"Knuckles," Maddie breathes, "never. Never. Not in a million years."
"It is... a lot. Of Earth money."
"You are worth more than money ever could be."
Tails zips over the back of the couch with a speed to rival Sonic's, arms suddenly thrown around his brother. "Mom's right. Never!" He gives Knuckles a (rather ineffective) squeeze. He steps back enough to look the echidna in the eye. "Never ever. Sonic and Dad will say the same thing."
"What will we say?" Before Tom even has gotten through the door, Sonic is standing there. He talks through a full mouth, crumbs on his face.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Tom chides, setting bags on the table. He gives Maddie a little look, brows furrowing.
"We got a letter," Maddie starts, stops, thinks for a moment. "There's somebody who wants Knuckles." She holds up the terrible paper.
Sonic swallows too fast and chokes. When he recovers, shaking out his quills, he says; "Well, they'll have to go through me!"
"Us," Tom corrects, trying to read the foreign text, "they'll have to go through us."
"She has offered a reward," Knuckles murmurs, stepping out of what had become a circle around him. He folds his arms and very obviously tries to look unaffected. "A hefty amount."
"Hefty shmefty," Sonic shoots back, folding his own arms.
"There's no reward that could make us get rid of you, Knux," Tom assures.
Knuckles screws up his face and takes in a thin breath. He looks... conflicted. Maddie's heart breaks once more.
"Baby," she says, reaching out to take one of his hands, "remember what I told you in the clinic?"
He squeezes his eyes shut. "I am a... part of your tribe. Your family."
"Family is worth more than any money." Tails mimics the boys' postures and crosses his arms, face fierce. "If someone offered you a million dollars for me—"
"Never!" Knuckles cries, eyes wet. His shoulders heave with the force of his breaths. He steps back, rigid. "Least of all to— to the Handler!" His arms pull tighter to his chest, gripping at his sides. Literally holding himself together.
Tom and Maddie share a split-second glance. Sonic's eyes go wide, hands hovering. "Knuckles—"
"Don't," Knuckles growls, knitting inward. "Don't touch me. Please."
"Okay," Maddie says, voice soft. "Nobody's gonna touch you, baby. You're safe here. We will do everything in our power to keep you safe."
"And us Wachowskis are pretty powerful," Tom adds lightly.
"I know," the echidna manages, "I know. I— I'm sorry." He glances up with wild, scared eyes. "I don't want to go back."
"You won't," Sonic says firmly, almost reaching out but thinking better of it. "You hear me? Never. Nobody's gonna lay their grubby hands on my brother."
"Yeah!" Tails casts a look over his shoulder in the direction of the garage, eyes alight with ideas. "Nobody's gonna get anywhere near you if we've got anything to say about it!" He pauses. "Maybe that was confusing."
"I got the idea," Knuckles manages, shoulders slumping. "I... apologize."
"You have nothing to apologize for. Not one thing," Tom tells him, voice soft but eyes fierce.
Knuckles' face twists. He starts, stops, starts again. His hands shift, clutching at himself.
Hugging himself, Maddie realizes. He asked them not to touch him and so she doesn't, but she wants to. She wants to hold him. She takes a little breath.
"I would like..." His eyes seal again, hissing. Like he's expecting to be hit. "A hug."
It ends up as a pile of Wachowskis, arms around each other. The best family around. Maddie kisses her boys and vows to not let anything pull them apart.
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Uneasy because of the memories that crashed down into me, drinking beer, I stand up to get another drink. Before I can stand up I feel someone grabbing my wrist. “Hey you want to get out of here?”. Matt asks me. “Yeah, I’ll grab a few more beers and we’ll head out”. I say. I go to grab the beers and when I come back Matt is talking with a friend so I wait a little while. “Hey, sorry let’s go”. Matt says standing up from the sofa. “It’s okay, let’s go”. We walk outside and it’s kind of cold. I tell him how i tripped yesterday, He laughs and we talk a lot. We walk two blocks and back. 
“Hey we should get going know”. Matt says as we enter the party again. “No, let’s have more drinks!”. I say. “Ally, no I can’t let you get drunk”. “Yes you can!”. I say funnily. “Okay but just one”. “Okay”. I say going to Madi. I drink and drink about 6 shots. My head was turning, all I saw was Madi, shoes, lights, a billion things. My head started to hurt so I tried to sit down. “Oh shit!” I say falling into Madi’s pool. “Ally!”. Matt says trying to get me out. “What? Oh I’m in water?”. Yes that’s how drunk I am. “Oh god, let’s get you out”. Matt says.
 He grabs my hand to pull me out and then he grabs my waist and sits me in a chair  “Look here’s a towel”. He says handing me a towel. “Thanks”. “Why did you drink so much?”. “I didnt!”. I say. “Yeah sure. Whatever”. He says. “Yeah sure. Whatever”. I mock him and roll my eyes. I try to rest my eyes for minute i pass out. Probably for 20 minutes and I wake up in the same chair with Matt beside me. “Hey baby whatchu doing here?”. I say still drunk as fuck. “Okay, we have got to get you home”. Matt says standing up. He grabs my hand and then my waist to carry me to the car. 
“Hey guys let’s go”. I hear him say, probably to Nick and Chris. “She’s really that drunk”. Chris says. “Am not!?”. I say drunk, surprising. They laugh and we get to the car. “Chris you’re going to have to go in the backseat”. Matt says. “Matt! I wanted to sleep!”. Nick says Opening the back door. “Nick you’ll be fine”. Matt says. Then he opens the front door and places me carefully in the passenger seat, goes to buckle my seat belt and he passes over me.
I can feel him right there, so drunk but still so conscious about all my feelings. “Oh sorry”. Matt says. I know it’s Matt even if I am drunk and they’re triplets, I just somehow now. “Yeah”. I say tired. “You need to fucking sleep”. Nick says from the backseat as Matt closes my door. “How did you drink so much?”. Chris asks me. “I don’t know actually. I just saw drinks and Madi so I trusted her”. I say.
Matt opens his door and sits. “What are you talking about?”. He asks. “Nothing we’re just asking her why did she get so drunk”. Chris tells Matt. “I told her, but she didn’t listen”. Matt says. “I’m not a baby you dickhead”. I say softly. “Excuse me?”. Matt says. “Sorry, baby”. I say playfully. Matt laughs and he starts driving.
A really good songs plays while we go home I can’t remember which but I started to sing g along to it. “And He laughs at all my jokes and he says I’m so American!” I scream the song. “Ally you’re screaming”. Nick says. “Open the window!” I say. “You’re not puking in my car”. Matt says. He opens the window but it’s not for puking. I stick out my face and start screaming the song. “Oh god”. Chris says. I really cant hear shit so I guess they freely talk.
“It’s funny!”. Nick says. “She looks beautiful, even drunk. What the fuck is wrong with me?”. Matt says to his brothers. “Uh Matt! You like her?”. Nick says. I close the window and Matt shushes Nick. “What happened?”. I ask literally clueless. “Nothing”. Matt says pale.
 We get home and Matt opens my door, I fell asleep. “Ally”. Matt says while he shakes me lightly. “Come on, we’re home”. He says as he sees me wake up. “Matt?”. I say. “That’s me. Come on I’ll help you out”. He says grabbing my hand, putting it around his neck and putting his hands on my waist to kind of carry me. “Ouch!”. I say as I take my first step outside. “What?”. Matt says looking at me. “My heels, they hurt”. I say pointing at them. I get down to take them off but Matt helps me and carries them all the way inside. Nick and Chris are already  inside because Matt was waiting for me to wake up. “Here we go”. He says while he proceeds to carry me bridal style. “Oh!”. I say. “I’ll take you to bed”.
 I guess Nick and Chris are already asleep cause we don’t see them and Matt doesn’t mention. He open the door and puts me in bed. “You want to change?”. He says to me. “Yeah sure”. “Okay I’ll leave you alone”. “Wait, how do I take my dress off?”. “I can unbutton it if you want”. He says doubly. “Yeah come on”. I’m still drunk as fucking hell so at the moment I didn’t knew how much this fucking meant.
Matt tells me to turn around. I turn and he asks over and over for my permission. “Can I?”. “Yes Matt for the hundredth time it’s just taking off my dress”. “Yeah I guess”. He starts to unzip it and I feel a shiver down my spine, again. I take it off and Matt covers his eyes. He’s so respectful, even if hes already seen me naked but we both promised to erase that night.
  “Where’s my Pijamas?. I ask Matt. “Umm I don’t know let me get them”. Matt says as he goes to the bathroom to grab my pyjamas. “Here they are”. He says closing his eyes because I’m shirtless. I put them on and is about to go to sleep when I realize I still have my makeup on.
“Matt?”. I say.  He uncovers his faces and looks at me. “What are you okay?”. “I still have my makeup, can you help me?”. “Sure how can I help”. “Well”. I say standing up, “I’m getting my soap from the shower and you’ll just stay here”. I trip and fall and Matt starts laughing. I start laughing too. He helps me up and takes me to the bathroom, I sit on the toilet and he goes to grab my face wash from the shower. 
“This one?”. He says pointing at a container. “It’s one that says face wash and doesn’t say Women’s rose shea butter”. I say giggling. “That’s not funny anymore”. He says grabbing my soap and stepping out the shower. “It is funny”. Matt opens the bottle and places a descent amount on his hands, he opens the faucet and adds a little water. He mixes it on his hands and then starts rubbing into my face.
“Is that okay?”. “Yes, it feels good”. I say smiling. “I like when you smile, Bows, you didnt do that a lot back then”. He says  “I like when you smile too”. I say. “Matt can you put it over my eyes?”. “Oh yes sorry”. “It’s okay”. He puts it over my eyes. I feel a moment when his hand is not on my face. He grabs a wet towel and puts it over my face. I open my eyes after he finishes. “Thank you”. I smile. “It was nothing”. He says washing his hands. “Come let’s get you back to bed”. “Yeah  I have to sleep”. I say mockingly. “Oh god”. He says putting me in bed. Matt turns the lights off and gets into bed. “Matt?”. I whisper. “Yes”. “Thank you”. “G’night Bows”. He says. And I fall deep asleep. 
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a/n: Hey yall!! this is part 10 i hope you guys are liking this seriessss if yall have any requests plssssss go to my asks and submit them plsss (i need inspo 😭)
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guillemelgat · 2 days ago
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Language Goals 2025
As I said in my last post, I'm slowly getting better at figuring out how to set goals which both push me out of my comfort zone and which actually orient me towards what I'm trying to do. This year my main goal is to just remember how to be a learner again; I feel like recently I've gotten a little too in-my-head about how I need to be perfect before I speak, and actually this tends to be a problem I have in general - I won't talk to people unless I feel like I can talk perfectly, but that's not how you learn. I'm also trying to get better at setting reasonable timelines for what it takes to get to a particular level of language, which I have a better feel for at this point, and taking into account how much time I'm spending on the language every day (it shouldn't feel overwhelming if it's supposed to be a brief warmup). With these in mind, here are my goals for the year:
CATALAN
This year, I really want to speak Catalan with more people. That's the bottom line. I'm at a level where I need to be doing language immersion, and that means not being shy about not knowing how to say things or starting off the conversation wrong or any number of things (this historically has been less of a problem for Catalan with me, but for some reason I was absolutely taken out last summer and essentially went partially mute from social anxiety, so we're going to find out what was up with that and try to coax me away from it). I also want to learn to speak the Valencian dialect of Catalan better, and hopefully I'll get the chance to do that!
I'm planning to continue my reading challenge as well, but I'm going to make a separate post about that.
BASQUE
I want to improve my Basque vocabulary, and also my listening comprehension skills. I want to finish Eskamak kentzen and also watch/listen to more things in Basque. I think I just need a whole bunch of audio input - I know a lot of the words, but it's still very hard for me to parse them in speech. In order to improve my vocabulary, I want to do a quick vocab review every day when I get to the library, before I start my work. That way, I'll have a constant, easy, long-term exposure to a wider variety of words, and hopefully after a few months I'll start remembering some!
WELSH
I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with Welsh this year - I feel a bit directionless with it, so I might put it on pause until it feels like the right time to take it up again. But I'd also like to get more listening and vocabulary practice - I can understand large portions song lyrics without looking them up, which is a huge step forward for me. If watching Rownd a Rownd seems like the vibe, I might try to take that up again. We'll see, this one is more open.
MALAYALAM
Mostly, my goal with Malayalam is just to keep taking class, but also I'd really like to get over my fear of speaking. I struggle to pronounce a lot of the letters, and I don't know a lot of words, but if I work on these, I think I'd feel more confident. (I do also just need to feel okay with looking like a fool, though.) By the end of the year, I hope I'm able to have conversations in class or with my family without wavering too much, even if I forget something or mess up the pronunciation.
OTHER LANGUAGES
One main thing I want to work on is learning how to learn a small amount of a language but still being able to use it with people. There are a few different languages which I've wanted to learn for a while but haven't had the time - I'm hoping that maybe I can work up the courage to learn a few phrases, talk to someone, and perhaps learn a thing or two. This is very open-ended, but it's more a challenge for me to expand my comfort zone.
Aaaand that's a wrap! Here's to 2025 being a good year for languages, at least!
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bluearc009 · 2 days ago
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Operation break up 2
Jaune: Are you sure about this? The last time you tried to break up with Sun his mom broke my ribs with her purse.
Blake: Look, don't worry. I don't care how guilty he makes me feel, it ends today.
Jaune: Okay. Earpieces in?
Blake: Yes.
Jaune: Gloves on. Prayers offered.
Blake walk up to the door and knock, as Jaune hide beside the bushes.
Sun: Oh hey, Blake.
Blake: Hey Sun, I need to talk to you.
Sun: Yes, I wanted to talk to you too.
Jaune:(to Blake) Oh quick, do it now before he says more words.
Blake: Well it's-(Sun interrupt)
Sun: I'm not sure that this is working out.
Jaune:(shock) Never mind, let the boy speak.
Sun: You know, I've been thinking about it for a while now...
Jaune:(hopefully) Wait for it...
Sun: And I think we should break up.
Jaune: Haha! Success!(bring out a bottle) I'll break out the sparkling cider!(having trouble with the cap) How do people do this?
When he finally opened the bottle it sprayed everywhere.
Sun: How do you feel about things?
Jaune:(all soak) Ah, it's so flowy- I think I've gone blind butterfly.
Blake: Okay, so you want to break up?
Jaune:(looking at a plant) Is cider bad for plants? I would feel terrible if this shrub died.
Blake: Why?
Jaune: Uh, because I have a heart- wait, are you asking him why he wants to break up? I advise against this action!
Sun: You know, I just don't feel the same way I used to about things.
Jaune: Good. Say 'okay', wipe away a fake tear, and walk away.
Blake: Was it something I did?
Jaune: What are you doing? No, this is what you wanted and you don't even have to feel guilty about it. It's like eating non-fat yogurt.
Blake:(whisper) I'm just curious.
Jaune: Curiosity killed the cat's opportunity to get out of this relationship!
Sun: No, I just feel like we should see other people.
Blake: Oh, is there someone specifically who you want to see?
Jaune: Who cares? You don't want to date him!
Blake: Yes, but I don't want anyone else to date him either.
Jaune:(confused) I don't understand. Are we here to break his knees or something?
Sun: No, I mean there was this one girl who expressed a little interest, but I'm not really looking to date someone right now.
Jaune: No, do not ask who.
Blake: Who?
Jaune: I hate you.
Sun: Velvet.
Blake: Velvet... Scarlatina?
Jaune: Velvet Scarlatina? He can get Velvet Scarlatina? Dang boy! Tell him congratulations.
Sun: Yeah, I think so. Do you know her?
Jaune: If you do know her, will you set me up? 'Cause that girl is fine!(realize Blake is looking at him) I want to talk about cheese.
Blake: I don't want to break up.
Jaune: How are those words escaping your mouth hole?
Sun: Uh, I don't know, Blake.
Jaune starts to panick when he heard another voice coming from the other side of the bushes
Neptune: Good Sun, good. Now slowly reel her back in.
Jaune:(sees him) It's a trap!
Blake:(whispering) Go away Jaune!(turning off her earpiece).
Jaune:(try to warn her) No, no, Butterfly, come in, you're being played!
Neptune: Good, now tell her that you're not sure this is a good idea. That will drive her crazy. After that, tell her that your mom has forbid you two from dating. People cannot resist what they're told they can't have!
Jaune snuck up behind Neptune karate chop him out cold and put on his earpiece.
Jaune: Uh, hey Sun. This is your...blue hair friend hiding in the bushes. Listen, I think we need to take a different approach; tell her that you want to stay together.
Sun: You know, now that we've talked about it, I think we should stay together.
Blake:(relief) Oh, good!
Jaune: Tell her you love her.
Sun: I love you.
Blake:(shock) Good.
Jaune: Like a lot.
Sun:(whisper) Are you sure?
Jaune: Oh, yeah.
Sun: Like, a lot.
Blake:(creep out) Okay?
Sun:(whisper) Man, I think I'm losing her.
Jaune: Talk about your future together.
Sun: And who knows what the future may hold...
Blake: Future is a strong word, Sun.
Sun: Is it?
Jaune: How many kids?
Sun: How many kids... do you want to have with me?
Jaune: Marriage!
Sun: Marriage!
Blake:(panicking) What?
Jaune: Lean in for a kiss!,(see Neptune getting up) karate chop!(knocking him out again).
Seeing Sun karate chopping Blake.
Jaune: Yes, no, more of that. Chop chop chop.
Blake:(angrily stop him) Sun, I think we should break up! You're weird!
Sun: Come on, Blake!
Jaune: She reminds you of your mom!
Sun: You remind me of my mom... what?
Blake:(disguised) Ugh. Okay, bye Sun!(walk away).
Sun: No!
Jaune:(walk up to sun) Ha ha, that is what you get, for trying to manipulate.
Sun mom: Sun, honey, have you seen my car keys-(sees Jaune) you!
Jaune scream and runaway as sun mom chase him.
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thebe4ulog · 1 day ago
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THANKS. FOR THE TAG. !
Last Song - money money money (mamma mia film soundtrack) i was listening to my musicals playlist but also i LOVE abba so id be listening to it anyway
Last Movie - toy story 3! i dont want to talk about it i have an emotional connection
Last Thing I Looked Up - am i trans.. yeaaa im going back into questioning its not fair but im more confident that im not cis
Favourite Colour - yellow! blue is also nice and pink can be one of my favs too. i got told my beige flag is that beige is my favourite colour which like its not but literally all my clothes are like beige and brown so i guess urm yea true
Spicy/Sweet/Savoury - hmm depends on how im feeling.. right now i could go for a nandos so spicy.. usually sweet though
A Beautiful Relationship In My Life - hmm probably my dog idk i dont really have any friends, if i were to say a person itd probably have to be my best friend monty. i dont think by most peoples standards hed be a best friend but weve stuck by eachother through a lot and it feels like ive always known him, hes like a little brother to me i care about him a lot and i wouldnt be who i am today nor would i be confident enough to be if it werent for him
Current Obsession - IM ALSO OBSESSIONLESS AFTER TRAITORS but honestly like im still really into the universal theme parks thats been an obsession for like a month now but i fear its going away.. is there a theme park community on tumblr its like my special interest?
Looking Forward To - im hoping to meet up with monty at some point for the first time so probably that! but also celebrity traitors to behonest.. also easter that time of years usually really fun
Last Animal Encounter - my DOG. she's here right now say hello. i promise you she did it!! okay gooodbyeee
mutuals summon... @nograndchoir @unashamed2b @slafkovskyhughes @lillythecorvid @archerygun @atlasavian @sillylittlerock @afriendofblahaj @the-design-is-very-human @trans-fem-menace @edryaith @thepiedcurrawong that's right i just figured out i can pull up the follower list to the side and write down mutuals that way.. i feel so smart
Tagged by @talshiargirlfriend and @justhere4thevibez for this one! 😘😘
Last song: Adore by Trey Best (JEFF I❤️U)
Last book: Christmas at Little Beach Street Bakery by Jenny Colgan. I usually like her books but this one had lots of characters refusing to communicate and/or stand up for themselves and it got frustrating.
Last show: Murder, She Wrote. Yes, again. It’s my comfort show and I’ve had quite a month.
Last movie: Star Trek: Section 31. I, um, I fell asleep.
Last thing I looked up: HelloFresh meal delivery. Trying to see the prices *before* signing up, and they really don’t want me to.
Favorite color: idk it changes all the time honestly. Today it’s forest green.
Spicy / sweet / savory: sweet first, then savory. Never spicy!
A beautiful relationship in my life right now: a few friends in the town I moved away from six years ago, who are refusing to lose touch with me and kindly invite me to their weddings. I love them all so much.
Current obsession: I don’t think I actually have one right now. I’m feeling kind of blah and apathetic about most things lately, except the aforementioned weddings. (And yes I joke a lot about “needing to up my meds” but I actually did talk to my doctor and he did adjust my medications. No shame in getting help, my loves. No shame at all.)
Looking forward to: feeling better.
Last animal encountered: my big fat bitey kitty, who is lucky he’s so cute because he can be a bastard sometimes!
No-pressure tags:
@pearlypairings (I haven’t tagged you in one of these for awhile!) @chornayadrakoshig @potatoesenpaii @the-unforgivenn @jo-harrington and anyone else who wants to 😉
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grapejuicegay · 2 years ago
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Pran slowly getting more vocal about his feelings see why I translated Pat's last line like that here
BAD BUDDY EP 10 OUR SKYY 2 BAD BUDDY EP 3
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