#me and the bestie had a good time with this

[tsuutarr]

Demon Delinquents x Human! Reader

Here's my gift for @ozzgin (who organized the secret santa event, tysm)!!

Content is about 1K words about you and your new delinquent demon besties <3

You, a human, somehow ended up in a school filled with demons. Though, you’re surprised to see that everything is rather… normal? Despite your peers and teachers sporting horns and other demon-like features, your demon school really seems like every other school.

You’re introduced to your classmates who politely clap, before you’re ushered to your new seat. All normal stuff, really, except that you’re seated at the very back in between what looks to be two delinquent demons. And, just your luck, you seem to have caught their eye. They could probably drill a hole through your skull with how much they’re looking at you.

So it’s really no surprise when you’re called out to the back of the school when class is over. You’re trembling as the demons loom over you, sharp teeth glinting underneath the sun.

“You’re gonna be our hench human,” the demon with red skin cackles, smile wide. You’re pretty sure he could bite your head off.

“And you’re gonna like it,” the demon with yellow skin adds, his frown showing off all his sharp teeth.

You’re too scared to say anything, but they take your silence as agreement.

“Good!” the red demon guffaws, pointing to himself. “Name’s Rex.” He points to the yellow demon beside him. “This guy’s Lem.”

Lem juts his chin out at you. “‘Sup?”

You’re really not sure how to react, making the three of you just stare at each other.

Finally, Rex raises an eyebrow. “Yer name?”

“Oh,” you say, blinking, before stuttering out your name. Rex and Lem look pleased.

“A’ight, great.” Slinging an arm over your shoulder, Rex begins to maneuver you as he begins walking, Lem following behind closely. “First order of business…”

You’re going to die. You’re convinced of it. Why else would they be dragging you with them?!

Surprisingly, however, you find yourself in the cafeteria. Somehow, you expected demons to be more rowdy, but everyone seems to be minding their own business. Even Rex and Lem are standing in line, waiting for their turn despite being delinquents.

You’re not left too much time to ponder, however, since it’s soon your turn to order. You’re certain they’re going to make you buy their lunch, but they… don’t? They pay for their own food, before dragging you away again until you’re on the rooftop.

“Here,” Rex says, tossing you a sandwich. “A good hench human’s gotta be strong.”

“And ya only get strong by eatin’,” Lem adds, shoving a whole melon bun in his mouth.

You blink, sandwich in your hand, as Rex and Lem dig into their lunches.

Rex looks to you, before swallowing down his food. “What? Ya not hungry? Or d’you not like sandwiches?”

“Uh, no, just…” you purse your lips. “I guess I didn’t expect you to buy me lunch?”

“Tsk, tsk,” Rex says, wiping some mustard off of his bottom lip. “You’re our hench human now, ‘course we gotta feed ya. We can’t have a weakling followin’ us around.”

Lem nods in agreement.

“Uh, right.” You nod with a stiff smile. “Thanks.”

With a loud laugh, Rex rips open a bag of chips. “‘Course, hench human! Let us know if you’re still hungry, got it?”

“...Got it,” you agree, before digging into your own sandwich. It’s actually kind of good.

Since that point onwards, you continue to hang out with Rex and Lem. Contrary to their appearance, Rex and Lem are good students, always on time to class (and thus making sure you’re on time too). They’re not… really delinquent like, truthfully.

In fact, one time, you thought they were smoking, but they were just eating lollipops. Another time, you thought they were drinking beer, but it was just apple juice. Frankly speaking, they baffle you – other than their appearance, they don’t really… do anything delinquent-like. But they’re also convinced that they are doing something delinquent like.

“We’re showin’ up to class ‘cause we’re asserting our dominance,” Rex had explained when you asked why he wasn’t skipping class. 

Lem nodded sagely in agreement. “The class is all scared of us, y’see? We gotta show ‘em who’s boss.”

When you asked them about the lollipops and apple juice, Rex said, “It’s ‘cause lollipops and apple juice have a lotta sugar. They’re super dangerous, which is why we’re usin’ ‘em. We’re strong like that.”

“Yeah, we’re cool like that,” Lem agrees.

You honestly don’t really get their logic, but… they’re not bad to hang out with. They take you on bicycle rides (not motorbikes, though, since Lem is scared of them). They walk you home because, according to Rex, “No one’s gonna hurt our hench human!”

They’re strange guys, but they’re kind of fun in an endearing sort of way, maybe. You don’t really mind hanging out with them. Plus, they always buy you lunch. It’s nice eating with them on the rooftop.

“Man, I can’t believe midterms are comin’ up,” Rex groans, looking displeased as he tosses a chip into his mouth. “Gotta study.”

“You guys are studying for midterms?” you ask, making Rex and Lem nod solemnly.

“We hafta. How else are we gonna show the rest of them how scary we are?” Lem inquires, crossing his arms as he chews on his lollipop. “We gotta show ‘em that we’re the strongest.”

“Don’t worry,” Rex says, slapping your back with a grin. “Ya got us, yeah? We’ll make sure that no one can mess with ya. Lem and I are top five in the whole school – we can teach ya, no worries.”

You blink slowly, processing the information. They actually study despite being delinquents to the point that they’re top five in the entire school? Huh?! How does that make sense?

But as you watch them eagerly discuss how they’ll make study guides for you to help you study, you can’t help but let your incredulousness go.

Because, yeah, they’re not traditional delinquents… but they’re doing their best and they care about you a ton, so maybe that’s what really matters in the end.

Maybe.

[cyberkinks]

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ︙ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 ・♡ (𝐌)

⤷︎︎ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬, wom(woman)!reader x co-worker!namjoon. kissing, sexual intercourse, rough sex? work beef, boss interfering, bestie bora, friendzoned.., helping Namjoon scratch his back 👀. ☃️

⤷︎︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, use of foul language, use of pet names (maybe), misspellings (maybe), use of alcoholic drinks. 🎄

⤷︎︎ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞, smut, angst, non-idol au. ☃️

⤷︎︎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲, Ah, Christmas what a wonderful time of the year, isn’t? The snow, family, friends, food and ETC. it’s just a wonderful time of the year that everyone enjoys. Your boss invited you all on a trip before Christmas and obviously you said yes but Ehat you didn’t expect is that you’d be sharing a room with one of your co-workers whom you absolutely hated over the years. ✨

⤷︎︎ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫!, this is for entertainment purposes only! 🎄

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hello! sorry for not posting but I’m back and I hope y’all have/had a good holiday! Merry Christmas or Holidays and happy new year to you all! 💋 hope you all enjoy and have a good read, also I’m back in my writing spirit so I’m glad for that. ☃️

⤷︎︎ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝?: yes, partially edited. 🎄

Christmas is a time to give thanks for the love, hope, and joy. It's often celebrated with decorated trees, presents, and a Turkey, Ham, or Chicken feast.

It’s also a time to celebrate with your family and friends..or you’d think.

This year, your boss wanted everyone to go on a month-long Christmas vacation with her. Of course, you wanted to plus it was free!? Hell yeah!

It was a couple of days away but she did give you guys enough time to pack. The reservations were already set, and the trip was already planned. Everything was a go! It was currently 6:34 AM and you guys landed at 9:55 AM.

However, when you got there, you thought you could just choose a room when all of a sudden the rooms were already picked out for everyone.

You look over at your best friend/co-worker, Bora waves over at you and you smile and wave back. You were confident that your boss was gonna let you and her share a room, obviously…right?

Wrong. She announces that you’ll be sharing a room with your emeny/“least favorite” worker, Kim Namjoon. You blink twice before looking over at him who looks over at you.

You hoped this was a dream and that your boss was just kidding with you two, right!? I mean that had to be it. She knows that you two bicker at work like children. This couldn’t be real, the co-worker that you hated was your roommate on a month-long vacation, please say it wasn’t so.

Once it was sorted out, Bora came over to you and snickers. “So, it’s gonna be funny being bunk buddies with Namjoon, hm?” Bora asks with a soft smirk across her lips.

Her words make you roll your eyes. “Har-Har and no, it’s not, I mean you see how that bastard treats me at work, hell no,” you say, folding your arms as she just chuckled once more “Oh, (y/n) just give up the act, already, everyone he knows you two like each other.”

You frown at her “no the fuck I don’t! I can’t stand him, he’s always calling me a lazy worker like ew and he steals my coffee, do you know how long it takes to refill the coffee machine at work!?” you huff at the thought of him.

Bora looks at you, raising an eyebrow “Oh cmon, he just likes teasing you and you like teasing him, you two are perfect-“ “No, no we aren’t and I do not, it’s never intentional, it’s only because he starts it.”

You sigh softly before pinching the bridge if your nose. “This is gonna be one hellish month,” you grumble making her laugh and you shoot her a glare as Namjoon walks up to you. “Hey, roomie, got our key.” He says, dangling it in front of you.

Your eyes narrow at the sight of him as your expression hardens. Bora looks at you both “Am I interrupting something?” she asks, making you both look at her. She was about to say something until you shoo her away.

you snatch the keycard away from him before walking towards the elevator. “What floor?” you ask as he gets in. “5” he says and you quickly click it.

As the elevator ride goes on, he couldn’t stop looking at you. The way your body looks in your outfit has his mind spinning.

You and Namjoon have been at it since you first started working there. He was out for your blood so you started being out for his and it turned into some kind of war and it only got worse when your boss announced that both of you were her favorite employees and that only one of you can get a raise. It started off as entertaining but it slowly started becoming more irritating.

You felt his eyes on you but you ignored him as you pleaded in your mind for the elevator to go faster. Once it reaches the floor, you quickly walk out and towards your room number. I glance at your keycard making sure it was sure it was the right number you saw before unlocking it.

You walk inside seeing your bags already in, your face full of confusion as you look at your bags. ‘Did he personally ask her before we even got here?’ Is what you ask yourself before shaking your head and then starting to unpack

1 hour later, you were finally finished unpacking so you took a nice long relaxing hot shower before changing into something comfortable which was a random T-shirt and some leggings. You lay down in bed, your back against the soft mattress.

A sigh left your lips as a smile appeared across them. As you were relaxing, you heard the hotel room open and closing. you look over seeing Namjoon. “And there goes my relaxation,” you say before huffing and he rolls his eyes. “Ha-ha, I didn’t come in here to bother you, (y/l/n).” he sits down on the other bed.

“That’s what you always say, but eventually you do, and it gets fucking annoying.” you say, glaring at him and a soft chuckle leaves his lips. “You know me so well.” “Duh.”

You look at him, folding your arms. He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow. “What?” You shrug. “Just waiting for you to tell me what you want.”

He frowns slightly. “This is my room as much as it is yours, I can go in and out if I want,” he says, leaning back against the headboard.* “See.” you point at him. “That’s how I know you don’t need anything.”

He shrugs. “whatever floats your boat.” you roll your eyes before facing away from him and reaching over in your purse, grabbing your phone to update your family groupchat that you made it safely.

As you were typing, his eyes were on you, imagining that he was spooning you, his hands caressing your sides.

A little secret is: that even though you two bicker like complete idiots, you both often thought about each other whenever you two were at home. He’d slowly stroke himself as he thought about you, while you would be at home touching yourself at the thought of him “making love” to you, his hands roaming your body making sure no place was untouched. No one knew that secret about either of you and you wanted to keep it that way (and so did he.)

Anyways, back to the present. His eyes were still on you, admiring you and your body. His teeth tugs on his bottom lip, before finally looking away. you barely notice it since you were typing but you 100% knew he was staring at you “Take a couple of pictures, it'll last longer.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes at your words. “You’re not that entertaining to look at, babydoll” You frown at his words before scoffing. “Yet you were still staring at me, and you do so at work” You stuck your tongue out at him afterwards “Plus you aren’t either.”

He chuckles darkly “Says you, and I know you stare at me at work too, like you’re undressing me with your eyes” A look of disgust at his words spreads on your face “You wish I’d undress you” You tease him even though deep down you both wanted to undress each other but he has to keep it rolling.

“No, I don’t” he glares at you before getting up from the bed and you flick him off as he turns his back.

Later on during the day, it was around 8:32 PM when your boss decided to throw a small Christmas party at some club. You obviously went and you were currently wearing a short red dress with a black sweater and black heels, and your hair was in a sleek bun.

As you walk in, Bora walks over to you and instantly compliments your outfit “That dress looks so hot on you, babes” she says before taking a sip of her drink and you thank her with a smile.

You felt eyes on you and you look over seeing that Namjoon is also present making you roll you eyes making Bora laugh. “Speaking of, how’s that going?” she raises an eyebrow at your expression. “As well as you’re thinking,” you say before huffing and walking towards the bar and ordering a Cosmo.

You sat down on a bar stool and that’s when Bora pointed at a guy who’s been looking at you ever since you came in and a smile spread across your lips. As he starts approaching you, Bora walks away to give you two some room meanwhile when Namjoon sees it, a ping of jealousy fills his body and he frowns.

“And you are?” you ask while the bartender hands you your drink. “Christian, you?” “(Y/N)” you hold your hand out for him to shake and he does, giving your hand a firm grip.

As you two were talking, Namjoon watched close by, gulping down the rest of his drink. Bora approaches him and folds her arms. “Watching your future girlfriend flirt with some guy? Real classy.” She says and he looks at her with a look of disgust. “What? As if.”

She laughs making him frown further. “That’s cute but I bet by the end of this trip, you two are gonna be a thing.” she says making him shake his head. “that’s crazy talk, I don’t like her,” he says, clearly and 100% lying and she knew it. “We’ll see,” she says before walking off.

He shakes his head at her before looking back at you, his gaze on you as he sees the guy getting closer to you. he didn’t wanna interfere since he knew that’d cause you to be suspicious of him but if he didn’t, he was 100% gonna hear your bed creaking while he’s trying to sleep.

He was conflicted with his feelings, not knowing what to do at all. he looks around before walking towards you both.

you continue talking with Christian, getting to know him. it was clear that you were feeling his vibe..maybe a little too much. you took the last sip of your drink and set your glass aside. “Yeah, I’m currently working for a Magazine Company,” you say with a nod and he looks at you, his eyes full of interest. “Oh really?”

You nod with a smile and he grins back “Well, that’s pretty cool.” he says and you are kinda caught off guard and before you can say anything further, Namjoon interrupts you both making you frown. “Hey, (Y/N).” He says, his arms folded. “Who’s this?”

You glare at him, completely suspicious of his behavior and annoyed.. “this is Christian, my new buddy.” You say and Namjoon looks at him before shaking his hand and then looking back at you. “We were talking so if you could please..excuse us,” you say, your eye twitching.

“Nah, I’m good,” he says, clearly trying to annoy you so you would take him back to your shared hotel room. you grin at Christian before getting up from your seat. “Namjoon, let’s dance really quickly.”

Before he could protest, you grabbed his arm and led him to the dance floor. you look up at him “What are you doing!?” you ask him with a frown.

“Nothing, why?” he shrugs before doing some little random dance, along with you “bullshit, you interrupted my conversation with that hottie” You frown while he celebrates…in his mind “Maybe I was just helping you out of a boring conversation.” “yeah right." you roll your eyes at his weird behavior.

“We could've danced later,” you said with an upset expression. he chuckles to himself, making you frown further “As if you’d want to dance with me.” he says and you nod, still pissed off. “you’re right.” he rolls his eyes at you “Maybe if you stop being stubborn, you’ll actually get laid.”

a gasp left your lips from the words that came from his lips. “and maybe, if you weren’t so cocky, someone would want your cock.” is what you say before walking off, leaving him speechless and he stands there trying to process what you just said.

you walk over to Bora, immediately telling her what happened and she chuckles “You both always fight like an old married couple.” “Well, we’ll never be one, can’t stand him.” she raises an eyebrow at your words. “for now.”

you frown at her. “no, never, plus that guy was really hot but it’s whatever…I guess.” Bora looks at you before looking over at the guy you were talking to which makes you look to see that he was still over there. “you think i should go back over there?” you ask her and she nods. “I think so, plus it looks like you both were feeling each other.”

you smile before getting up and walking back over to him, sitting down. “sorry about that.” he shakes his head “No, problem.” you bite your lip at him before asking him to dance and he agrees.

Christian gently grabs your hand, leading you towards the dance floor, and as you both dance, your hips swaying slowly as his hands rest on them. you look up at him as he looks down at you.

while you were in the moment with this stranger, Namjoon’s eyes were on you both. the pang of jealousy stinging his heart once again. he watches you both, taking small sips of his drink.

he couldn’t stand seeing you with other men, it irks his soul but he can’t do anything about it or you’ll know that he wants you. he was confused and conflicted about what to do, but what was there to do besides him being confusing and not telling you how he felt without showing it?

you had his heart, mind, and soul and he thinks that he’s alone with his feelings not knowing that it was the same way for you. he was down bad for you but why doesn’t he ever wanna show it? why does he pick fights with you? guess we’ll never know.

later on in the night, you’d had way too many drinks, and all you remember is the guy you’d just met (Christian) wanting to take you home but Namjoon didn’t trust him one bit.

you barely remember what happened but Namjoon 100% took you home since you could smell his cologne over and over. he helps you inside your shared hotel room, helping you on the bed. “so soft..” you sigh as you look around making him chuckle.

a soft groan left your lips as he slips your heels from your feet before helping you take off your jewelry and your makeup, his touch was as gentle as ever. “you’re a piece of shit.” you slur out, making him chuckle. “if I was, I would’ve let him take you here and not me.” he says, placing a bottle of water on the nightstand.

he was about to walk away and you stop him. “don’t go.” a pout forms on your lips. he looks at you, conflicted still “You don’t want me to go?” you shake your head no at his words.

he knew you were out of it, he knew you needed space but he lays down beside you anyway and you place your hand on his chest. “Namjoon..” you whisper, your slightly blurry eyes on his. “I like you.” his body froze at your words. “so much..and I want you,” you grumble out as your eyes start to close.

“you’re just drunk, I know you don’t mean it.” he says, wanting to doubt it but you slowly open your eyes again before looking at him and his eyes are on yours. “I know what I mean.” you slowly sit up before softly kissing his lips.

he didn’t know what to do but he was much of a gentleman to deny you since you were drunk “Get some sleep.” he whispered. you sigh before laying back down and closing your eyes again.

your words repeat in his brain over and over again, the sound of your voice and the way you said his name is just stuck in his mind.

he’s completely conflicted.

The next morning, you woke up with a horrible headache. you groan in pain as you hold your head while sitting up on the bed, the sun shining from the curtains

you look over seeing that someone was in your bed since the sheets were messy. you also notice that everything you had on (except your clothes) from last night was off.

you bite my lip thinking if it was the guy from last night but that couldn’t be possible since the cologne was different. you heard the bathroom door open and that’s when you saw Namjoon who had a towel around his waist, water dripping from his body.

you eventually look away once he looks over at you. “take a picture next time” he says in a teasing tone. you roll your eyes “please no one wants to look at you.” you say, getting up from the bed “that isn’t what you said last night.” he says and you froze at his words “wait what are you talking about?”

he looks at you “you don’t remember?” you shake your head no, completely scared and worried. “no, I don’t, now tell me.” he sits down on your bed. “well, you had too many drinks last night and I took you back here and last night you told me that you liked me” he pauses for a moment looking at your shocked facial expression “and that you wanted me.”

you take a deep breath before responding “well, i was drunk so-“ “drunk words equals sober thoughts” he says with a shrug. you lick your lips, thinking of a lie to come up with but he stops you “aren’t you tired of playing cat and mouse with me?” he asks standing up from the bed and walking towards you.

you look up at him “i was drunk, people say things when they’re drunk..” he scoffs, shaking his head. He thought he could get through to you but he forgot how stubborn you were. “excuses is all I hear.” he says, moving back from you “when you’re tired of dodging me, give me a holler.” is all he said before grabbing his clothes and walking into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

you stood there completely confused at his words but…the fact you just seen him shirtless was also stuck in your mind.

you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts but…it didn’t work because later on that night, after you boss took all of you out to dinner…you were in the shower with..a certain type of toy, plunging it into you over and over again.

you cover your mouth to shush yourself, slowly slipping it into you. you shut your eyes as your body shudders and trembles, feeling yourself getting close to the edge and that’s when the bathroom door open making you scream and quickly turning onto your side.

Namjoon quickly closed the door back and yelling ‘Sorry’ before walking off. you take a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in and turning back around. you look at the door before biting your lip and pulling the shower curtains forward and starting back again.

after your intimate shower time, you got ready for bed, doing you skin and bodycare routine. you walk out of the bathroom after tidying it up and slid into your sheets, laying your head comfortably on the pillow.

Namjoon sat on his bed still conflicted on what to do but he knew he was tired of playing games with you. he wanted you so fucking badly and he needed you. he looks back seeing you laying in bed before getting up from his and walking towards you. “(Y/N)?”

The sound of his deep voice makes you open your eyes, looking at him and groaning in annoyance. “I’m trying to sleep, what?” you ask with a slight frown and hint of curiosity.

he didn’t say anything, he just looks as you making you kinda nervous. he leans down and softly brushed his lips against yours and butterflies instantly fills your stomach. “what are you..” you whisper and he tucks your hair behind your ear and asks with his deep voice, filled with sensuality and desire “can I kiss you?”

you were took aback at his words, but you knew this day would come. a where you’d both finally admit that you both like each other. you look at him before nodding and whispering “yes.”

he cups your face before softly kissing your lips, your hands resting on his shoulders. your lips move in sync as he tilts his head, kissing you deeper. his hands goes down to your gown, slowly lifting it to your abdomen and grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to him as he hovers over you fully.

a moan leaves your lips, your hands pulls him closer. he moves your legs apart before slipping your underwear off as well. he licks at your lower lips, asking for entrance which you gave to him. another moan escapes from your lips, making his lips curl into a smile.

he kisses up your chin, going higher to nip your jawline and then kissing at your neck. “Namjoon..” you whimpers out his name and he hums before continuing his trail down your body.

his hand goes under your nightgown, gently gliding across your thighs until he feels your slickness, taking it into his hand. you roll your hips against his fingers, soft moans leaving your lips.

a groan leaves his lips as he feels how wet you were just for him. he pulls his hand away, pulling down his sweats making his hard on fling out. he looks at you for a moment “are you sure you want this?” he asks and you nod eagerly, your hands resting on his shoulders.

He softly kisses your lips as he slides into you, a soft moan leaving your lips, your juices coating his cock instantly. you kiss him as well, your hands going to his bare back, grabbing at it making him wince a little as your nails digs in his skin.

you look up at him as he slowly and gently moves into you, letting you adjust to his size while slowly speeding up. he starts to thrust into you, your body already adjusting to him.

“Namjoon..please.” you whine while he looks down at you, his eyes full of lust. he takes in a deep breath through his nose before hitting your sweet spot and you immediately start moaning out loudly. he kisses your lips to shush you, his hands grabbing at the sheets.

his lips trails down to your neck again, leaving hickeys all over as he begins to speed up, his hips pushing into you. a groan escapes his lips as he grabs your legs, placing them on his shoulders.

“fuck” he mumbles out. you whimper, grabbing onto his hair, pulling slightly. you suddenly let go of his hair when he gets faster, gasping in pleasure. he continues to fuck you roughly, throwing you off balance “Oh god” you moan out, grabbing the sheets as well.

Namjoon moves back, his hands moving your legs to the side and leaning back down, his hand spreading your ass cheek as he slams into you, the gushy and wet sounds filling the room along with your moans and his groans.

you grab the sheets, his hands grabbing onto the pillows. “fuck, you’re so tight and wet.” he groans, watching as your ass bounces “s’fucking good..” he whispers, grunting afterwards while you cry out his name, your legs shaking.

“Fucking hell!” you whimper out, looking up at him as he throws his head back. “Joonie!” you whine as you felt his hand collide with your asscheek.

you felt a certain feeling in your stomach, letting you know you were close to your climax. you beg him to go faster which he does, his hand slapping your ass again.

within a few more pumps from him, you came onto his cock, youe body trembling while shaking more violently, a loud moan falling from your lips. your toes curl from the sensation while he kept going, his hips still moving into you.

you bite your lip as you lay there, letting him continue, your hand on his chest. “C'mon, cum for me,” you whine before your mouth falls open.

after a few more thrusts, he lets go inside of you, a loud groan escaping his lips. you hum as he does so, breathing heavily.

andd… after that, you both lay there not knowing what to say or do, the awkward tension and silence in the air. you didn’t know what to say or do.

You gulp before turning towards him. “Namjoon…” you whisper, making him face you. “Yeah?” he looks at you, hoping you’d say what he’s been wanting to hear for the last few years, but you didn’t, which made his heart drop. “I think we should just be friends,” you say softly, noticing the shift in his attitude.

Namjoon nods slowly, looking at you with regret in his eyes. “I should’ve known,” he says, making you frown. “Joon—“ “It’s whatever, (Y/N),” he says, getting up from the bed to put his clothes back on.

You sat there covering up yourself as you watch as he leaves the hotel room. you bite your lip as tears fills your eyes. It wasn’t him, it was you.

You weren’t…ready for a relationship since you didn’t give yourself that much time to heal from your last one. you took a deep breath as you try to keep your emotions in check.

so much for that talk.

Soon after the trip was over and everyone went back home, he barely said a word to you on the plane , even at work, and you felt super bad. Bora noticed it as well but she figured she’d just stay out of it until you’re ready to tell her which wasn’t probably gonna be for a while since you’re so fucked up about the whole situation.

You sat in your office at home, staring at your computer unable to focus after what happened a few weeks back on the vacation trip. after what happened between you and namjoon, it felt …weird, you felt weird. Especially since you two spent half of work time playing cat and mouse.

I mean most nights you could barely sleep since all you could think about was him. His voice, intelligence, his body…and etc. just him, as a person was all you wanted. you were so attracted to his energy and spirit that it was taking a toll on you but you were just too scared for a relationship since your career is the only thing in your mind besides him.

A sigh left your lips as you repeated what happened in your brain over and over again. your words and his. what makes things worse is that you actually wanted him, but what if it became too complicated? what if it affected both of you?

but you’ll never know unless you try, let’s hope you do try…in part two.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

[mcytshipsandmore]

A Gempearl, Majorbeans, Shadowrot enemies to lover's band au featuring Imp and Skizz being the only two who know what's up.

Now listen to me talk about this cause the likelihood of me actually writing this is low.

It starts with Gem and the Scott's being a small band that just performs for fun, but over time Gem loses her passion for the band and leaves.

Scott and Impulse still want to perform though so they reach out to two of their mutual friends Pearl and Cleo to make the 4 G's (and Pearl definitely isn't Gems ex)

The 4 G's perform and start to get really popular to the point that they end up opening for a smaller band on tour.

Gem is happy for her friends and not at all salty that her former bandmates got her Ex to join them nope not at all.

And to show off how not Salty she is she decides to get back into music and make her own band (Again).

Gem asks Joel (Who has a known one-sided rivalry with Scott), Lizzie (Who has a grudge against Cleo that is returned but nobody knows what the grudge is about) and Skizz (Impulses bestie and Queer platonic partner who's just here for a fun time) and they form The Family.

The 4 G's are just happy that Gem has her passion back, meanwhile The Family is being ever so slightly passive aggressive to the 4 G's with them often seeking the G's out to brag about how well they're doing.

Then the 4 G’s audition for one of those singing talent comp tv shows like the Voice or X factor so naturally The Family audition as well, both teams make it into the show, which also means that The Family’s grudges (minus Skizzs who keeps hyping up Impulse any chance he gets with Impulse doing the same) gets known.

Nothing stays a secret, Gem and Pearl's past relationship somehow gets out to the fans which confuses them because they swear that Pearl and Gem still flirt, and Pearl follows Gem around like a lost puppy. How are they not dating!?!? 

After the finale when it was The Family vs The 4 G’s Pearl and Gem are spotted out on a date having talked some stuff through. 

It’s still toxic ‘cause toxic Gem Pearl is the best but it's a type of Toxicity they are fine with and isn’t that all we can ask for? Really they did it to themselves, they thrive off of the rivalry.

People also find out what Cleo and Lizzies grudge is about, during an interview with Lizzie she reveals that in Kindergarten Cleos friend Bigb wanted to play with Lizzie in her fairy fort she made of blocks and Cleo got upset so they knocked over all the blocks.

Both sides hear this and immediately know what's up with those two because seriously? And so, with a little push from the other G’s Cleo does a “How can I make it up to you?” to which Lizzie responds with “Maybe if you buy me a nice dinner I might consider forgiving you,” and so the two start dating like that.

Everyone loves it, Cleo and their whole vibe beside their tiny pink girlfriend.

Joel on the other hand gets angrier and angrier at Scott, and his stupid kindness and his pretty voice and how his stupid hair looks sooooo good in the light they use to perform and how he's actually really good at playing the bass and everything about him!

Everyone immediately clocks on to the fact that Joel has a crush on Scott. They 100% ship them and they may or may not end up making out after one of The Family's performances cause Scott comes up to complement Joel and well Joel's never had much self control.

Meanwhile, Imp and Skizz are living their best lives playing with their friends and pushing them together.

After the competition both bands kinda drop from public face, it was nice being in the limelight like that but they really prefer smaller jigs, plus they don’t want paparazzi in their faces all the time

lizzie is so real for the kindergarten grudge tbh (I've had a grudge since middle school because a kid owes me money)

And Impulse n Skizz sitting back and watching the drama

-🍫

[boybandbaby]

I Knew I Loved You: 2

Pairing: Eventual Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Unspecified Age Gap (reader is 25-30)

Note: All photo found on google or pinterest - none of these are mine. Thank you!

Part 1

lovealwaysyn

lovealwaysyn: bestie coming to get me for pasta night 🤤🍝 @/wandamaximoff

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natromanoff: pretty

emilyprentiss: can’t wait to meet you both!!

penelopegarcia: omg @/wandamaximoff you got bangs!! see you soon 😘

natromanoff

natromanoff: thanks for always picking me up @/davidrossi ❤️

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wandamaximoff: so excited to see you! save drive, be there in 30

jjareau: eek, can’t wait to meet all the girls and drink and make a mess of Rossi’s kitchen

davidrossi: @/jjareau you make a mess, you clean it up

ahotchner

ahotchner: too much wine and pasta

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lovealwaysyn: was this photo taken on a potato? what kind of phone do you have?

davidrossi: @/lovealwaysyn I keep telling him to upgrade to something from this century but he’s very stubborn

drsreid: I have the same phone as him. Do all my photos look this bad?

jjareau: @/drsreid yes they do

lovealwaysyn

lovealwaysyn: my yummy contribution for tonight

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ahotchner: it was very good

derekmorgan: what hotch means to say is that yes the dessert was yummy but so were you in that dress

ahotchner: @/derekmorgan one week unpaid suspension

davidrossi: thank you for bringing cheesecake and leaving the leftovers

wandamaximoff: @/natromanoff please don’t eat the leftovers off Rossi’s chest or I’ll throw up

natromanoff: @/wandamaximoff you weren’t supposed to hear that

lovealwaysyn: I’m never bringing anything ever again thank you for ruining my dessert @/wandamaximoff

drsreid

drsreid: friends

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lovealwaysyn: potato phone

wandamaximoff: potato phone

natromanoff: potato phone

ahotchner: @/lovealwaysyn @/wandamaximoff @/natromanoff please don’t bully him the fbi doesn’t pay enough

ahotchner

ahotchner: thanks for the photo @/lovealwaysyn

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lovealwaysyn: anytime ☺️

derekmorgan: get a room you two @/ahotchner @/lovealwaysyn

emilyprentiss: where’s Reid?

lovealwaysyn: @/emilyprentiss at the Apple Store getting a new phone

natromanoff: where’s Wanda?

derekmorgan: @/wandamaximoff @/drsreid yeah where were you two?

lovealwaysyn: @/derekmorgan you are such an instigator lmao

derekmorgan: @/lovealwaysyn a little teasing never hurt anyone

ahotchner: @/derekmorgan two weeks unpaid suspension

lovealwaysyn: @/ahotchner 😂😂

natromanoff

natromanoff: my handsome chef

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davidrossi: ti amo

ahotchner: it was very nice meeting you

penelopegarcia: who’s that cute head of hair?

derekmorgan: @/penelopegarcia the prettiest head of hair

emilyprentiss

emilyprentiss: another amazing pasta night

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wandamaximoff: brunch tomorrow??

jjareau: am I invited this time? @/wandamaximoff

natromanoff: @/jjareau yes, it’s a girls brunch

lovealwaysyn: can’t make it tomorrow but have fun!

derekmorgan: @/lovealwaysyn 👀

lovealwaysyn: @/ahotchner please come and get your employee

ahotchner: @/derekmorgan three weeks unpaid suspension

davidrossi: always love hosting

wandamaximoff: @/davidrossi yn and I will never be able to eat any other pasta now

lovealwaysyn: @/wandamaximoff speak for yourself Olive Garden still holds a place in my heart

davidrossi: @/lovealwaysyn 🤢

natromanoff: @/lovealwaysyn please apologize and don’t insult my sweetheart again

lovealwaysyn: @/natromanoff yes ma’am 🫡 I’m so sorry @/davidrossi please forgive me kind sir

lovealwaysyn

lovealwaysyn: 🌝🍳🥓🧇🥞🍴

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jjareau: seems like you had your own brunch date

derekmorgan: is that hotch? 👀👀👀

derekmorgan: 4 weeks unpaid suspension @/ahotchner

drsreid: I don’t think that’s hotch @/derekmorgan

ahotchner: @/drsreid @/derekmorgan it is me. Still three weeks unpaid suspension

davidrossi: well well

penelopegarcia: this is a juicy development @/emilyprentiss @/wandamaximoff @/natromanoff

[lavmana]

So because I love tables I made some tables! I'll link the full thing at the end but here's the (semi-readable) table of ships! (I did have to guess some of the names)

(I apologise for how small it is this is the best I can do in this case)

However probably more interesting is looking at the numbers between various relationship types! So going in order we have the Exes:

With an average of 2.111 repeating, Twilight and Trixie are doing some HEAVY lifting here. Without them the average would be 1.75 so congratulations to them for being the most... something. Regardless it's also quite funny to me that the main difference between a '3' ex and a '1' ex is basically if it is het or not. (This is not a judgement, I'd do the exact same). The main exception being Trixie and Rarity who are the only 2 here which I think puts them firmly in the "not my thing but I support it" category.

Otherwise this mostly makes sense! You'd either put exes down as "canon relationships that I do NOT want" or "They'd totally be a fling but regret it" which only really lends itself to the lower side of numbers!

Also lol fluttercord L + ratio + Tree Hugger wins + the 0 stands for 0 bitches. I swear I'm a nice person in real life please don't take this seriously.

Okay next Queer Platonic relationships or QPs as I'm calling them cause it sounds like "cuties":

Welcome to the realm of averages. To address the exceptions I need to admit I have no idea what the... tissue(?) cutie mark is that's attached to cheese sandwich, so I'll just hope it's an OC that I don't know and support it! Otherwise Trixie and Sunburst get a 1 I assume because they had to be connected to complete the platonic square going on between Trixie, Starlight, Sunburst, and Thorax(?). On that note the main QPs occur between the mane 6 (especially Pinkie Pie my platonic queen), and that square. This is also Bubbles main spot so take a moment to appreciate her then keep reading.

With an average of 2.231 this does make sense given most of what makes up these links are filling in polycules which are supported but not a main ship.

Next the era of Romance:

"Gee Twilight how come you get 6 girlfriends, 3 exes, 2 QPs, and a wife?" Respect to my girl for pursuing ONLY romantic relationships with her besties. However the real star is secretly Rainbow Dash who has no links going below 3 (within the mane 6) awarding her the prize of most shippable pony! Congrats Rainbow! Twilight does still win the most links with 12.

This is by far the most popular category for a link to fall into. The Mane 6 really do shine here with Twilight Rarity and RD all having plenty of spots here. We also enter the higher numbers with hilariously the only 5s being Mordecai and Rigby (good for her) and AJ and rarity which is a real range.

There's probably too much here to comment on anything properly but definitely the most fun to look through, especially with all the 4s.

And now... mawiage!

omg did I actually write person instead of pony? I cannot believe myself right now, this is my greatest shame.

Anyway with an average of 4 (4.375 without Mudbriar) we have achieved our highest rated category! Of course this makes sense, if you think two ponies have high enough chemistry to be married, you probably also think they have good shipping potential you enjoy. This gives us most of the 5s and RD getting TWO wives.

Maud Pie really brings things down here with her husband, apologies to my ace king but you have been voted off the island. In the mean time we can basically spot the top tier ships in here with Twipie, appledash, flutterdash, and trixie x starlight! So if you wanna get on Zigo's (I'm assuming this is your legal name) good side depict these ships!

Weird Al is also in here. He got a 3 so good for him.

As for my own thoughts I actually am a big fan of this chart! Beyond like a few numbers slightly up or down 1 rank I basically agree with it! It's cool to see where the differences lie but I've talked way too much to keep yapping so bye!

And that mostly summarizes some thoughts from this graph! I very much enjoyed making these tables so if anyone ever makes something like this again I will keep putting them into LibreOffice and comparing the data I find! You can see the full tables here:

It's a .ods file because that's what libreoffice uses.

headcanon relationship chart for the mane 6. for some undefined amount of time after the show

i am not trying to lend undue legitimacy to the institution of marriage. or devalue queer platonic relationships. these are just different types of relationships. obviously.

[youdent1ty]

stobotnik nation i saw the movie again and wanted to share the look and the round 2 experience

don't really have any cohesive thoughts but here's some depression-free details i enjoyed because i'm tired of being sad:

minor spoilers ahead

guys the movie got better. i don't know how they did it but i laughed twice as hard this time round and would have cried twice as hard if i had had the ability to move my eyes while watching it (i blocked out my brows and lash-glued a shit load of glitter to my face, and that crap is BINDING.)

anyway, something i really like about robotnik's characterization is how much he loves music, dance, and media. you'd expect someone with such an extreme superiority complex as him to hate something as fundamentally flawed and human as art; but nope, dude likes limp bizkit, the secret, and grooving his heart out at any given moment. it's so fun to see how this movie expands on that, with him watching telenovelas, admitting to hate watching green lantern, and having a another hilarious dance scene. (i now say "my finger is on the button, push the button" ALL THE DAMN TIME) it really grounds him and shows how underneath a whole lot of ego, trauma, and insecurity, he likes air guitaring to rock music and binging tv like the rest of us.

stone has such a wonderful dichotomy between total cattyness and sincere kindness. him being absolutely fed up with knuckles and mocking him, then immediately becoming besties with tails killed me (as it did my whole theater, it made me so happy to see the audience laughing really hard at all his jokes.) him happily babysitting shadow while making guacamole was so cute. i hope they get a spinoff together because i'm super interested in their dynamic. also i adore his casual mention of how they're about to rule the world with a smile on his face; it really reminds you he's still evil lol. i love this bitchy yet respectful direction for his character. he's just more expressive than he's ever been and i can't get enough. also kind of unrelated, but stone was absolutely a home economics kid in school. like where do these cooking and sewing skills come from?? probability wise he can't be good at everything but so far he is defying the odds.

also i know we hate him but the scenes with gerald and ivo are actually really funny. "wouldn't it be nice" is a PERFECT song for their bonding montage and the reveal it's all in vr is ridiculously hilarious to me. the scene in which they first meet is also so so entertaining because it goes on for way too long to actually be plot relevant but who cares because it's jim carrey having a nerd battle with himself and FINALLY getting to say pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis after 3 movies. ah i just genuinely love this entire movie so much it's a real issue

side note: i am actually a ginger i'm not lying this is a wig and she worked better with the fit than my real hair

[yeonjunsvape]

best friends: jiseok

genre: fluff, smut

w/c: 2.3k

pairings: bestfriend!jiseok, female!reader

warnings: cursing, foreplay, shower sex

summary: best friend!jiseok comforts y/n after a bad breakup and she ends up realizing after all these years, he’s the one for her.

a/n: this is for my bestie, she’s my 💛, if you have anything you want to see from xdh or seventeen my submissions are open! hope you enjoy

your boyfriend of 3 years invited you to a nice restaurant to celebrate your anniversary together and the whole day beforehand, was spent texting your friends, telling them you believed he was proposing tonight.

it was quite the opposite, he actually decided to call the relationship quits right then and there, claiming he found someone else.

you look around your living room, still sat on the ground, and cry harder when you see reminders of him scattered around everywhere.

pictures, clothes, and even the board game the both of you didn't finish still lying on the coffee table.

as the tears stream down in bulk, your cell phone rings in your purse but you were in no condition to answer so you just stand up and lay on your leather couch.

the front door unlocks, which you ignore, and your best friend since high school, kwak jiseok, strolls in. "[Y/N]? how did everything go?"

you groan and immediately put your hands over your face so he didn't see the tears. "why did i give you the code to my house?" you sounded harsh, but you wanted to be left alone.

"because i live next door, i come over everyday, and oh yeah, i water your plants because your lazy ass doesn't." after jiseok lists the reasons, he sits at your feet, and knew something was wrong.

your voice was hoarse and you had a big pet peeve of not immediately changing into pajamas when you get home, so he knew you were crying even without seeing your face.

"tell me what happened." jiseok stated blankly and you remove your hands so he can finally see your face. his heart was broken instantly when seeing your face and he opens his arms so he could hold you.

you cry harder when you see your best friend and crawl into his arms, making his chest wet from tears within seconds. "h-he..... broke....u-up with meeeee." you cry out and jiseok rubs your back gently, his face tensing from anger. "on your anniversary? i'm so pissed i could beat his ass to the ground."

you look up at him and shake your head, sniffling softly. "don't worry about it, karma will do it for you. i don't want anyone getting hurt."

"come on [Y/N], let's get you in bed." jiseok puts his arms under your legs and his arm supporting your back, then lifts up, taking you to your bed.

he's taken care of you on your drunken days so many times, he was used to this routine by now. "are you hungry?" he asks when he lays you down but you shake your head 'no'.

jiseok sighs loud, not sure on how to handle this situation but knowing him, you knew he'd try his best.

"i'll get the makeup wipes, start taking your jewelry off while i'm gone." no words came out of your mouth so you just moving your head as answers.

when he walks back in your room, he wipes the tears away, along with the makeup you practiced so hard on to impress your now ex.

"even if you're sad, skin care is still important." you groan again and shake your head, just wanting to sleep.

"sad you and drunk you are the exact same." jiseok smiles in admiration, pinching your cheek softly. "you don't have to stand up, i'll just get you a face mask."

you nod and finally speak up, "will you also get me some pajamas?" you ask in a soft voice, still scratchy from crying.

"mhhmm." was all jiseok replied with when he goes to your closet, picking a random shirt out and finds the matching shorts. "this good?" he asks while holding the clothes and you nod.

jiseok gives them to you and turns around, his back facing you, then puts his hands over his eyes for good measure even though he wouldn't be able to see you anyway.

once you were finished getting into the comfortable pajamas you tap his shoulder, signaling you were done and he turns. "you look great."

you roll your eyes at his compliment, knowing your face was puffy from crying but he meant it with his whole heart.

jiseok has loved you since high school and you both knew it but decided to ignore it for friendship sake. you viewed him as an annoying little brother and he saw you as his future wife.

"do you want to stay the night so you aren't alone?" jiseok asks, feeling bad for your situation and wanting to help any way he could. "yes please, i don't think i can be alone tonight."

that's all you had to say before he slide in the bed next to you, wrapping an arm behind your neck so you could fall into his chest. "cry if you need to... we don't have to talk about it.." he whispers and you nod, nuzzling into him.

"you're the best friend i've ever had." he just smiles as this, running his fingers through your hair.

the both of you fall asleep in this position without realizing but wake up to a loud door being slammed. you jump and look over at your ex walking to the room with anger filling his face.

"what the fuck [Y/N]? we broke up 4 hours ago and you're already in bed with the guy you told me not to worry about." you could tell he was drunk by his anger and red face.

you opened your mouth to speak but jiseok jumps out of bed, snatching the liquor bottle out of your exes hand quickly. "you cheat on her, break up with her on your anniversary, come to her home drunk, and dare accuse her of being unfaithful?"

your ex was too stunned to speak, muttering his next words. "i came back to get all my shit before leaving." jiseok curls his lip on one side of his mouth, and a scary chuckle you've never heard him do before, comes out. "she's tired from crying all night over you, so i'll be supervising you getting 'your shit'."

jiseok being so threatening was foreign and it kinda made you see a different side to him. "after you're done, i want you to block her number, and never come here again."

the two guys were now in the living room but you could hear jiseok talking shit to your ex the entire time, and making you giggle for the first time tonight at his creative insults.

when he finally left the house, jiseok turned off your code activated lock and manually locks it so you ex couldn't get in again. "we can change the code tomorrow." he simply told you when he walks back in your room, taking a swig of the alcohol he stole from your ex.

"two things.... 1. did you call him a little pussy boy? 2. thank you.” jiseok starts laughing at your words and lays back in bed, taking another swig of the bottle. “yes i called him a pussy boy, because thats what he is, and you’re welcome.” he smiles warmly, setting the alcohol on the side table.

“you were really manly out there.” jiseok just hummed at you and he wraps his arm behind your head again, closing his eyes.

before thinking about your actions, you sit up and straddle jiseoks waist, holding onto his shoulders for support. “it was really hot watching my ex get scared of you… he’s usually conversational, especially when he’s drunk but he backed down immediately for you.”

jiseok looks up at you then at your legs that wrapped around him, the two of you have never been in this postion before and his cheeks turn red.

“[Y/N]?” jiseok gulps when he sees the lust in your eyes and tries to move away but you grab both of his wrists in your hands then put them above his head.

“you don’t want to do this [Y/N], you’re just on the rebound.” he mumbles and you shake your head, leaning down so your nose’s were touching. “i know exactly what im doing.”

you still had his hands pinned to the bed and finally give him what he’s wanted for years, a deep longing kiss on the lips.

jiseok immediately responds to your lips, moving his in sync with yours, and you could feel his hands trying to get free so he could touch you.

when you pull away he bites his lip in anticipation for your next moves and watches you with curiosity.

you kiss him once again, this time a little more sloppy and you hear him moaning against you which made a blush creep on your face. “come on, i’ve had a long day, take a shower with me.”

he nods his head fast with no complaints and you lead him to your bathroom, turning on the water to heat up. you turn back around after getting it ready and jiseok was already naked, making you laugh.

“eager are we?” you tease and he slowly walks to you. “i’ve been waiting 7 years for you, i’m incredibly eager.”

you rub his chest and hum, kissing his neck slowly to get him started. “you’re a lot more muscular than you look without clothes on.”

jiseok presses his lips together and tilts his head back from the kissing, then raises an eyebrow, “was that supposed to be a compliment?” you giggle and nod, feeling him taking off your shirt.

he unsnaps your bra and pulls you into an embrace, “you have the most beautiful body, i want to explore it.” you notice his voice getting deeper and you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping slowly. “then explore it.”

jiseok couldn’t help but buck his hips as you jerk him and he slides down your pajama bottoms with one hand, the other holding your breast.

he kisses your lips again and grabs your hand to stop your movements, leading the both of you to the shower. “you’re so fucking cute.” he mumbles in the kiss and rubs your clit slowly, the water hitting his back.

“you’re so cute too, i’m sorry it took so long for me to notice.” you reply, kissing his neck when he starts rubbing your clit. “it’s okay, you’re mine forever now.”

you blush at his words and you admire his now drenched hair, “i need you now.” was all you needed to say before jiseok turns you around and bends you over.

he grips the base of his dick and slowly enters into you from behind an instant moan coming out of both of your mouths.

jiseok takes your hips in his hands and bucks gently inside of your pussy, wanting your first time with him to be deep and sweet. “such a beautiful girl.” he moans out and goes a little faster.

you had your hands on the walls of the shower when he fucks you from behind and the gentleness of it made you want him more. “go faster please.”

jiseok shushes you by putting a hand over your mouth but complies, moving his hips faster inside of you. “i’ve imagined this so much and it’s finally happening.” he chuckles and the humidity made the both of you sweat.

his hand moved away from your mouth so he could hear you moan and you tilt your head back. “you know how to fuck so good jiseok.”

his name coming out of your mouth made his cock twitch more and he lifts one of your legs up to get a better angle.

you moan loudly at his thrusts and help him by pushing against him so he could go faster. he chuckles and reaches his hand to rub circles around your clit fast. “now who’s the eager one huh?” jiseok smirks at your whimpers and bites your neck as he starts banging into you when he was close to the edge.

“god your fingers are magic i’m about to cum on your dick jiseok.” you yell with the sexiest voice he’s ever heard and it encourages him more to go faster.

“cum on me baby, i want to feel you.” he whispers in your ear and your body shakes as you let it go, tightening around him.

jiseok groans loud and fucks your now limp body as fast as he could before shooting his load deep inside of you. “fuuuuck.” he drawls out and you stay moaning when you feel him still deep inside of you.

he pulls his sensitive dick out of your dripping pussy and throws his head back with a pant. “that was amazing…” jiseok whispers and kisses your lips deeply.

“it was, you actually made me cum..” you giggle after the kiss and he rubs your cheek with his thumb. “okay, now wash me.” jiseok commands, spreading his arms wide.

the worst day of your life ended up being the best in just a few hours all because of jiseok.

[cpattersonevans]

A Love Letter to My Inquisitor

As my first ever post, I felt compelled to write a love letter of sorts to my Inquisitor Lavellan. I have been playing RPGs for a long time, but have never been very good at the 'role playing' aspect. Until recently I had always played Dragon Age as a female human, struggling to make decisions that I would not make in real life. Prior to the announcement of Veilguard I had not played a DA game in probably 6 or 7 years, but to reacquaint myself with the world I decided to replay them (starting at DA2 because my computer hates DAO). This time, I was determined to play as an elf for the first time ever in Inquisition...and romance Solas for the first time ever. I enjoyed the Solas romance. I knew going in that it would not be a happy ending, but I knew nothing of how it would actually develop. I absolutely loved this playthrough. So much so, that right after I finished it the first time all the way through to the end of Trespasser, I restarted a new game to play as Lavellan again, willingly choosing to slog through each collection quest (maybe I'd finally find that one last mosaic piece - I did not). Not because I wanted to relive the romance, but because I missed HER.

In Inquisition, my Lavellan was cold and stoic at first, angry at those who blame her for something she knows nothing about...she literally woke up like this. However, she starts to show her true self to those who slowly go from mere acquaintance to respected friend. She was somewhat tactless and blunt, not having much experience interacting with the human world. She was reluctant to accept the position as leader, always asserting that she is NOT the Herald of Andraste. Seriously, how many times does she have to say this! She continues to express her anger and reluctance when the title of Inquisitor is thrust upon her. She never wanted this! She gets shit done, always focused on the task at hand. She hopes that once she fixes everything, she can go back to her old life. Oh how she was mistaken. As time went on she leaned more into her Dalish identity and enjoyed making decisions in favor of the elves (bye bye Celene). She realized that, although she never wanted to be Inquisitor, she may be able to take advantage of this opportunity for the betterment of her people. Dorian, Cassandra, Varric and Iron Bull became her besties (Sera never stopped thinking she was too elfy). As for the romance. She (me) was not attracted to Solas at first, I still found myself very much liking Cullen (had romanced him and Blackwall previously as female human). I even laughed that Cullen is probably the one people would tell her she should be with, but Solas ended up being the one she was fated to be with. Over the course of the game she realized her attraction towards him was growing. The more conversations they had, the more missions they found themselves in relying on each other to survive, they slowly grew closer and fell in love. Plus...that voice. This relationship was different than any I'd experienced in a game before. It felt like, for them, more was expressed in what wasn't said...or how it was said. I could feel the passion between them. When the break up came, she was ANGRY. I will take any chance I get to yell at Solas in Elven. But, she had a mission to complete. She was fine.

Then Trespasser came. Two years later and still the leader of a massive political organization. How did she get here? She never wanted this. She could still care less about politics. Everyone, please stop asking her about Solas. She doesn't want to talk about it. She is fine. Except...she's not. The closer they get to Solas, the more those repressed feelings come to the surface. Solas was HeLpInG us with the Qunari all along! Face palm. I hated this delulu response, but had to do it. When they finally meet face to face, turns out she's still ANGRY. Cue more angry yelling in Elven. HE SHOULD HAVE TRUSTED HER. Not understanding the full extent of his plans, she offers to help. He won't let her. She vows to save him, this isn't the only way. Bye bye hand. Angry Inquisition book drop. Bye bye Inquisition. She never wanted this.

Now comes Veilguard. I will preface that I have not read any fanfiction. I have only been a solavellan for about 4 or 5 months, so I understand this influences my perspective on how things play out in Veilguard. I had no headcannon. I had no expectations for both the Inquisitor's reappearance and the possibilities of closure. I, of course, hoped her and Solas would reunite, but also knew there was a very strong chance one or the other (or both) could die by the end of the game, because Dragon Age.

I actually liked how Lavellan was portrayed. I don't think it's fair to judge how she has lived for the past 10 years based on the few moments we have with her in the game. I don't think she sounds pathetic or sad. To me she sounds, wise, mature, and like someone who has just seen too much shit. Her voice was filled with sorrow. She has had 10 years to ponder everything that happened during Inquisition, replay every moment, every conversation had with Solas. At first she was so so angry, but over time that anger turned into understanding, then forgiveness. This is not to say that the anger is gone completely, sometimes anger reappears when we least expect it, as it often does when we mourn what was lost, but it does not drive her. Over time, she learns how to manage it, to navigate it, to accept it so that each time it hurts a little less. This is the closest they've been to catching Solas. She finds a memory statue of his. She can feel him, feel that it has something to do with him. It is after this that all those feelings, emotions, start flooding back to her. She never stopped loving him. However, the world has gone to shit. She never wanted this, but knows her title, her position, still carries some weight. She steps up to lead once more in the South. To be the person that people need her to be. She doesn't fully express her feelings about Solas until after she hears about the events that occurred in Arlathan, that he helped save Dalish elves from Elgar'nan. Hope returns, maybe, just maybe, the Solas she knew is still in there somewhere, but...she has a world to save first.

The atonement ending is a great ending. I had no expectations, but I wasn't expecting this. I don't think a game ending as ever made me cry so much. It was very cathartic. Maybe because I had played all of these games back to back then straight into Veilguard, so emotions were high.

Lavellan was never going to turn Solas from his path on her own. Her appeals to him didn't work in Trespasser, why would that be any different now? But she vowed to save him from himself, and those that knew him from the Inquisition truly believed he wanted to be stopped. That it was his pride, himself, getting in his own way. She had to try, but this time she has back up. Solas is released from his duty, he is free. She reassures him that there is another path forward, together. Sure, she could have walked in there, spewing more angry Elven at him, but she is not the same Lavellan she was 10 years ago. She is wiser more mature. This does not mean that this anger won't come up later, but she understands that this is NOT the time for that. It's not about her in this moment, it's about him. It's about saving the world. She accepts her fate. Before joining the fight in the North, she made sure all of her duties were appropriately delegated in the South. When her best friend asks her if she will be leaving again after all of this is over, her reply - "something like that." She knew. She joins her vhenan in the Fade to heal both each other and the blight. I do believe that the Fade prison will not be as bad with them together. She will help him confront his regrets and one day they will be able to leave just like Rook did (Rook's regrets honestly pale in comparison, so it will take him more time), but they will have calmed the blight in the process. Someday they will be able to travel the Fade freely and visit old friends, both spirit and corporeal.

She left the world she knew, left behind the title of Inquisitor. She never wanted this. In Trespasser, Cassandra tells her "Being Inquisitor has brought you good things. Many good things. But only a few have been by your choice. Take what happiness you can from those, and do not let them go." And she doesn't.

This turned into a long post, but all this to say...Lavellan holds a special place with me - for not only being a wonderful, bad ass, protagonist, but for finally allowing me to fully embrace the world of role playing games. I have had an amazing time going on this journey with her, one I will surely repeat many times. I love her.

[nopaintjustpain]

It just… takes longer to bring him home, when Jon doesn’t catch it early.

He comes back from a walk through the hills to find the safehouse’s kitchenette glimmering with rime, a veil of mist curling around his ankles. He drops his coat in a pile by the door and rushes through to the little sitting area between the kitchenette and the parlor, finding Martin’s indistinct outline at the breakfast table with a stone-cold mug of tea in front of him.

Fuck. Poor Martin. How long had he been sitting there, slipping? He’s nearly all gone.

[Ficlet posted with permission and collaboration from OP. 🫶 Thanks bestie]

This is the worse it’s been since Jon pulled him out of the Lonely. A sickening frisson of fear rips down his spine at the thought that it wasn’t enough. That Jon’s effort, his love, his desperation to save the only good person he has left, will never be enough on its own to just keep him once and for all.

“Oh, Martin… my love,” he sighs. He approaches and, despite the radiating chill and the heavy, metallic scent of rain-soaked sea air, perches on his lover’s lap. The man’s thighs are cold and rigid. Like sitting on the icy headstone of a grave in winter, where the chill has seeped in deep through the pores and cracks of the rock.

Jon loops his arms around where he approximates Martin’s shoulders are amongst the indistinct, shifting mass of blur that is Martin. He makes a similar approximation in order to touch their foreheads together. He stares into his lover’s eyes and Knows him: the faint, hot buzz of his patron’s power coiling hatefully in the back of his skull and the nape of his neck. He’s been trying so hard not to use it. But this… this warrants an exception.

Martin’s outline solidifies just that little bit more, the longer Jon turns the Eye’s gaze upon him.

“Come on back to me, Martin,” he coaxes. There isn’t much there for him to kiss yet. So instead, Jon narrates the most minute details of his walk just now. The pale butterflies he saw. Couple of rabbits. Almost taking a wrong turn. Hiding behind a rock to avoid a pair of villagers on a walk of their own. The inane thoughts he had over breakfast. (Should he cut his hair? He trimmed it a bit since the wild tangle it’d been left in after he awoke from his coma, but there’s still a lot of length left. Too much? He’s not sure. He knows Martin likes to run his hands through it, though.)

And on that note, he spends a little longer than necessary lauding the skill and strength and gentle goodness of those hands, most importantly when they are playing with his hair and rubbing away the building throb of a stress headache. As Jon so often asks of them. He whispers gently,

“I could actually use a little of that tonight, now that I think about it. Haven’t been sleeping as well. You’ll oblige, won’t you?”

A soft, affirmative hum. Martin’s head turns just a fraction up and to the side as if to face Jon more fully, though that pale gaze is still fixed on some point in the middle distance. His shape is clear now. Just still so cold. Jon counts it a victory. Martin is, and always has been, a caretaker at heart. Jon’s noticed — much as he hates the implications — that Jon’s needing something is the most straightforward way to summon Martin back. Not for Martin. Not for himself. But because Jon needs him.

“Thank you, my love. You’re good to me,” he sighs sadly, and leans down to kiss the dew from those cold, cold lips, shivering as he does so. He’s never retained body heat well. Martin is the one who keeps their bed warm. He curses Peter Lukas’s dead name a million times more for daring to rob the world of that warmth, even temporarily. Without it, Jon’s fingertips grow numb. Still he doesn’t let go.

Lacking further topics to babble about, Jon lets himself go there. He might as well. Martin doesn’t hear him when he’s this far gone. Not the words, anyway. Just the tone of voice, the haze of distant ‘Jon-ness’, as Martin affectionately calls it, serving as a lighthouse on the shore. Martin will hardly notice if the light turns a little red from righteous bloodthirst.

“I hate what Lukas has done to us. What he’s still doing. Even dead, he’s found a way to screw with us. To hurt you. Makes me wish I had some link to the End so I could bring him back and kill him again.”

A long pause.

“…Sometimes I wish it had been bloodier. Uglier,” he admits aloud for the first time. “He died in the worst way possible, for him. Known. Seen. But I… even though I Know he died in agony, there’s just this… I keep remembering the mess Elias made of Leitner. The blood everywhere… He didn’t deserve that, least of all from Elias, but I hated that pathetic old man. Beating him to death must’ve been so satisfying. The way Peter Lukas died? It satisfied the Eye. But it didn’t satisfy me. I’d have liked to have had a knife in my hand. Would’ve liked the blood. Just for him, you understand. I wouldn’t ever want to feed the Hunt, or the Slaughter. But with him, it’s personal. I’ll never forgive what he did to you. And a year from now I’ll find his grave on the anniversary of his death so I can piss on it, just for good measure.”

A chuckle, faint and distant as wind over rocks on the moorland. But Martin’s eyes focus on Jon’s face, the hint of an amused smile toying with his lips, and hands slide up Jon’s back to rest across his shoulders. Cold as blocks of ice, but Martin’s not so rigid anymore and the chill doesn’t permeate so deep. His lap is more comfortable now.

“I like when you get a little… vicious. Is that wrong of me?”

“Probably,” Jon huffs as he shifts to get more comfortable on his perch, with the tone of voice that says he’s not particularly bothered by it, and perhaps even pleased to hear it.

He can’t help a shudder as Martin draws him closer for a frigid hug. Martin notices and draws back with a concerned flinch. His face is still oddly blank, eyes without light, but at least he’s present enough to take notice of things now.

“I’m sorry, are you cold?”

“When you’re not around? Always,” Jon whispers, and leans in to hug him anyway.

The warmth will come back.

It always does.

Sometimes Martin goes away for a while

He always comes back, but its easier when Jon speaks to him

[impala124]

Bad Buddy Ep 7

My thoughts on Ep 1 | Ep 2 | Ep 3 | Ep 4 | Ep 5 | Ep 6

Me, at the end of this episode:

Happy to see that Pran had toned down his flirting, still thinking about him licking Pat's finger and probably would never stop thinking about it, and is back to his usual bantering with Pat.

Pat has a new car and a new boyfriend. You know what that means!! CAR MAKEOUT SESSIONS WITH BOYFRIEND!!!🤞

Pa is coming to university. Hopefully, we'll get to see more of her.

Me, when Pran's mom said that he can bring anyone home, boy or girl, as long as it isn't the boy next door:

Pran apparently has only two modes when it comes to flirting with Pat: snarky and horny. I'm sure Pat appreciates them equally.

Now, I've been a freshman and met many helpful seniors in college, but no one was holding my hand to escort me to a gathering on my first day. Anyway, Pa and Ink are interacting, guys!

Ok, Pa is sharing a dorm with Pat. I like the idea of it, but given that the (flirting) games are on, I don't want Pa to see anything she doesn't need to.

Pat's dad is again doing the most with his "Don't ruin my reputation." Sir, please. Just stop.

Pat looking at Pa's note from her peer mentor and saying that it's from a guy is funny because my boy is talking out of his ass here. Remember the time he looked at Pran's note and thought that a girl wrote it? Yeah, your track record isn't great when it comes to this sort of deduction, bestie.

Product placement interwoven into the plot—bring this back.

Pran's "I want you to do it for me" while asking Pat to change your printhead is just ASDGHGKYH.

Pat, expectedly, folded like a wet napkin. Pat is God's strongest soldier for resisting Pran's brand of flirting, is all I'm saying.

Ink, the badass that you are!! We got a head pat. Holding hands and head pats, I smell something in the air.

Not them holding hands in secret at the bus stop, which exists as proof of their coordination. Snack deliveries, my beloved!!!

I'm just here losing my mind visualizing Pat going to Pran's room with Nong Nao in hand for a sleepover. I wonder who even initiated the conversation, though. Was it Pat casually showing up at Pran's doorstep with Nong Nao in hand, or was it Pran inviting Pat for a sleepover and Pat showing up with Nong Nao in hand? I NEED TO KNOW. How dare they deprive me of this conversation??!!

Shirtless Pat makes an appearance again. The tickling!!!

PA ALMOST WALKED IN ON THEM. Remember when I said Pat rooming with Pa wasn't a good idea in practice? Yeah, this is what I was talking about. Not Pat saying that he's doing a side pack workout 😭😭😭.

Okay, Wai having a crush on Pa will be interesting for sure.

Ink is just not having it with Pat's extra attention!!

One thing I know for sure is that no one who bet against Pran has lived to tell the tale.

Pat, my lost puppy, is here to cheer up his cranky boyfriend. Even Pran can't resist that beautiful face!! The chemistry is electrifying.

Wai is such a manipulative asshole for forcing this responsibility on Pran. He brought back the guitar because he knew that he could coerce Pran into agreeing to his plan.

All the playfulness has left Pat; my boy is feeling dejected now, and Pran is at a loss of words as to how to explain his side of the situation. I'm hurting for my boys.

The rooftop rendezvous!!! They know each other a bit too well. Pran, with his "We'll never reveal our feeling if nothing forces us to do so," is just exposing himself. Speak for yourself, bestie; Pat isn't like you.

Pat coming to Pran's rescue again, when Pran seems to have lost all hope.

Yes, cheer for your man, Pran. Pat's "If my victory puts my boyfriend in trouble, I'd rather lose" got me giggling and kicking my feet like a teenager.

Oh man, the romance is romancing for sure!! Pran fed Pat the curry, the one he wanted to feed to the person he likes!!! So, they both won❤️.

Sparing a thought for Pa's bladder, though. But in the grand scheme of things, what's a pesky little UTI in front of 'soulmates' declaring their love for each other? I think Pa would be happy with the trade-off.

As I said before, Pa is a child of (PatPran's) divorce—

She had to put up with Pat wreaking havoc with his drums in the house during their breakup era.

She moved in with Pat and almost walked in on them during their 'we're trying to get back together' era.

She (her bladder) is being neglected during their makeup era.

There is something to be said about Pat's very public declarations of love (the cute dimples slide in front of the whole class, using the audition for the play to flirt with his boyfriend and him agreeing to play the lead) for Pran done in a concealed manner.

Tagging the usual suspects: @shortpplfedup, @incandescentflower, @starryalpacasstuff, @7nessasaryevils, @greenteadumplings, @grapejuicegay, @madworld-bbs, @usodeshou, @tao-moonb, @fanatic-freakshow . If anyone wishes to be tagged in the future, let me know.

[everburningpinkphoenix]

Friendship Story: How Adia And I Became Best Friends Forever

Rewritten by @wanderfan2000, @herpeaceengineer and me, @everburningpinkphoenix

It all started back on December 4th when I was in my not-so-good mental health state, Peace messaged me saying how concerned and worried she was about when she saw my blog; the way it was, and asked me what happened. I didn't want to talk about it because I was afraid that Peace would get into a fight and I didn't want to cause any more damage to my situation. Eventually, I decided to tell her what happened so she could know what was going on. I told Peace everything that night from December 1st to December 2nd; the fight between St4r and me and after what I did to make it up to her but I had to make promises that left me feeling heartbroken, mentally broken, upset, misunderstood, and isolated.

On Thursday, December 5th, I posted on my blog for the first time in a while addressing my feelings of being Invisible, Misunderstood, and Longing for Connection then Peace replied on my blog saying how much she and everyone else missed posting content on Tumblr and wanted me to post on Tumblr again.

Alright, take it away my two besties,

@herpeaceengineer and @wanderfan2000

[djali-de-riva]

I started writing this about a month or so ago and only just now had the energy to finish it. I've been wanting to put my feelings about this game, really my thoughts about one thing in particular, into words but every time I started to write I would get sad again so I dunno how coherent this is because of that.

ii Major Veilguard Spoilers Ahead !!

I spent about 20 min ugly crying again because of Veilguard.

Let's get into it.

I'm replaying the entire game slowly just to remind myself of certain story and plot points because everything before the point of no return is a blur; after the shockwave that was the ending I can barely remember what happened during each companion quest... Anyway, I was looking at Varric in the medical ward, after picking up Lucanis and cursing Solas as per usual and I suddenly got really emotional because it dawned on me: it actually feels like I'm mourning a friend. It feels like a piece of my life that has been there for years is gone.

It feels silly to say these things about a pack of pixels but... I went through all the stages of grief

- Denial

My friend is playing as well and he harkened onto a dialogue that Solas says and called Varric's death right in the beginning. I considered it but didn't take his assessment to heart but there were instances where I questioned why he had nothing to say or why his input only came at the end of conversations when Varric always had a cheeky remark at the ready. He still has quips but they aren't Varric. I'm pretty gullible at times and take everything at face value in video games so no I didn't catch the other clues to suggest maybe he wasn't there at all.

- Anger

At Solas, been feeling that a lot. Most of the things wrong with Thedas can be directly or indirectly tied to him, though because he was the one to stab Varric is what I was angry at the most. Stupid Egg

- Bargaining

I thought I could rationalize it: if I played Dragon Age 2 and Inquisition, I could see him all I wanted, Varric had his run and had so much screen time in other games. This is ok. This is fine.

- Depression

This came last and I felt it for at least a week after. I couldn't look at Varric, see him in a cutscene, talk about the game's ending without bursting into tears. I have never played a game that made me feel like this and I give my entire soul to the writers for being able to wrench my heart out.

- Acceptance

I know Varric is just a pile of pixels on a screen. I know he's not real and his death ultimately means nothing in the flow of the universe. But he was such a good character, beloved by so many people, I guess I didn't realize how much I actually loved him as a character. Well, enough to write this sappy post I guess.

I guess I just realized he's really gone. Like, he's there, you can speak to him at certain times but he's not real and he's not coming back. I told myself when I found out he was gonna be in Veilguard that if he died I'd be ok with it cause he's had a good run. We were besties in DA2 and in Inquisition he was a really close friend to the Inquisitor. I didn't expect the reality of his death to hit me so hard.

I think maybe it's how it happened? You don't get confirmation until the very end of the game, before then it's business as usual; some things are weird and maybe you question a few interactions but I didn't really want to believe it. Not until the scene at the end when Rook is in the regret prison, when the camera pans to the door of the medical ward are you finally confronted with reality.

Varric was such a good friend and companion and I will never forgive Solas for his actions. No redemption for you Mr Bald. Well... He is THE God of Lies, Treachery and Deceit, depending on the story. Too bad Varric's story had to end.

I've finished the game a second time earlier this week and I can safely reassure that the ending hit me just as hard. 🫠

[l-in-the-light]

I'm just gonna leave it here lol. Come on, Zoro can be pretty dumb, that's the point of it. Always has been. You think Zoro even noticed he chomped down some razorblades? Ofc he didn't! It was just some crunchy food for him. And he's too airheaded to realize only his lunchbox had anything crunchy in it lol. There's a reason why Luffy and Zoro are besties, and that reason is: they're both kinda dumb. Personally, it only makes me like them more.

But if anyone wants to go serious route here, I think we should instead ask this question: what made Zoro this way? Is he so used to eat trash to survive that a bit of poison and inedible things don't affect him all that much anymore? When we look at Zoro's backstory we can realize that he was pretty much always alone. No family, always training. Like sure, he had the dojo, but he didn't think they're his family or at least we never see anyone treat Zoro this way or him addressing them as family. He called Kouzaburo just "some old guy". No one told him they're all probably relatives either (we know thanks to SBS that they, in fact, are somewhat related). Zoro lost his parents and was on his own ever since (his father died fighting against pirates, his mom was a bandit and died of illness). How did he find the dojo, what did he do to survive before they took him in? Let's not forget Zoro was always full of pride and very stubborn. I doubt descendants of samurais would just tell him "we need to take you in, otherwise you will starve". Maybe they told him instead that they will take him in only if he promises to train (because he has potential), so in exchange he tried to be good with swords, so he can somewhat repay them for their kindness and care. Like to show their efforts to train him didn't go to waste.

Anyway, my point is, Zoro at some point in childhood might have also learned how it's like to be starving what a coincidence, it's like with Sanji huh. Luffy also knows that feeling, when Garp left him in the jungle alone and told him he needs to survive by himself. He had to try out things to eat if he didn't want to die of hunger. We can laugh that Luffy is so stupid that he's eating any mushrooms he finds, but that's probably something he learned as a kid to do to survive. So I bet Zoro, who can eat any trash you give him, is also showing us he didn't have an easy time as a child.

Disclaimer of sorts: And before anyone protests that only Sanji is allowed to have a starvation as a theme in his backstory, otherwise it won't be unique anymore, I dunno, what about Nami (who lived in poverty and at times had to survive on tangerines alone), Usopp (what did he eat after his mom passed away? who took care of him?), Chopper (yeah, he kinda ate a devil fruit because he was hungry and somehow assumed that looks edible huh), Robin (lately it's been revealed how she had to eat from trash to survive) and outside Strawhats, what about Law? After he got out of Flevance and before he joined Donquixotes, he had to survive somehow. The only possible way he could have done that is by living on the streets and by eating trash or stealing. There's a lot of starving kids in One Piece, that theme is not exclusive to Sanji, but it also doesn't make it any less special. Sanji himself is what made it actually special; by vowing he will feed all the starving ones, no matter what troubles it will bring him, no matter if someone he feeds has bad intentions or might be a bad person. He's not letting anyone starve and nothing is ever gonna make him regret feeding people, even if they try to harm him instead of showing gratitude. That's what's truly special about Sanji's backstory, the starvation bit is just allowing him to relate to starving people more. You can say all you want about Germa, but Judge didn't starve his son, and ever since he left his family Sanji worked on the cruise ship and didn't really experience hunger either.

The Razor Blade scene: Character assassination, a joke, or something else?

I've been seeing people discuss two small scenes connected to each other post Fishman Island and in Punk Hazard, the first where the two are bickering and they say this:

And a scene in Punk Hazard where Sanji packed lunches for Luffy, Zoro, Robin, and Usopp and Zoro is making "crunching" noises in the panel, and Oda reveals in an SBS that Sanji did actually put razor blades and poison in Zoro's food:

I have seen claims of character assassination in this scene for Sanji, considering his position on food being something everyone has a right to and his refusal in Whole Cake Island to put poison in the cake they plan to give to Big Mom:

I understand that comparing the two scenes, it does look like Sanji is abandoning his ideals just to get back at Zoro in their fight. But we need to look at both what Oda is saying in the SBS and also Zoro and Sanji's relationship to understand this scene, and why I don't believe this breaks Sanji's character or his ideals.

In the SBS, Oda ends the answer with "The serious nature of their fight is what makes it interesting." Going back one panel and seeing what triggered this fight:

It was Zoro being a lil shit and calling Sanji "Nosebleed-kun." That's to say, this fight is no more serious than their usual bickering, and Oda is making fun of that. Ultimately, this scene and the lunchboxes is a running joke, so that is one thing to keep in mind is that the scene, and Sanji by extension, is not serious about this fight. Of course, jokes are not immune to committing mischaracterization, so we have to look at their relationship too to make sense of it fully.

So why did Sanji actually put poison and razor blades in Zoro's food if he believes that poison shouldn't be used in food? I think at the end of the day, we have to remember that Sanji would never hurt anyone through food, especially the ones he cares about. And he does care about Zoro, it is shown time and time again that they watch out for and care for each other, from Long Ring Long Land, to Thriller Bark and Saoboady, and in Wano. My point is that Sanji knows that Zoro is a freak of nature and wouldn't actually be hurt by the razor blades or the poison, and that he would finish the food.

Zoro actually eats the damn food and literally says nothing about it, Oda didn't even think people would catch this it was such a small detail, but it's one I really like. One because, honestly, it is a funny joke to me, but also it shows a level of trust and understanding of each other? Sanji knows that Zoro is such a brute that he can just fucking. Chomp on metal (which. you know he does on the regular anyways LMAO) and have a little bit of poison go through him and he's literally fine. This is no worse to me than Sanji kicking him. And Zoro just accepting what he's been given, literally no complaints, and he finishes the food and doesn't waste it, because he DOES respect what Sanji does for him and the crew on a daily basis.

Ultimately, the difference in this scene and in Whole Cake Island is that Sanji KNOWS that he isn't actually gonna hurt Zoro by pulling this on him, hes looking to call Zoro on his taunt and be an annoying brat back to him. Bege is seriously asking him to kill Big Mom through the food that he makes, something that's on a completely different level then him pulling a prank on Zoro. The razor blade joke no different in this scene as well in Wano:

I don't think this is out of character for Sanji, it is their usual pettiness on full display, but also serves as a nice small detail into how they understand and trust each other.

[uceyliyahh]

PRETTY LITTLE FEARS

Summary: "Don't just sugar coat, or say it all if you want" After dealing with a harsh breakup with her ex-boyfriend during their trip together, Soraya decided to own her hair salon business with the help of her father of course until one night that all changed.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 5014

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Soraya

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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P.L.F. - 1

OMNISCIENT Soraya recently had a fiery confrontation with her boyfriend, Xavier, who is now her ex. The argument erupted over his questionable texting habits with other women. Despite his attempts to deny any wrongdoing and insist that his heart belonged solely to her, the tension between them was undeniable.

She was adamant that he had spoiled their trip and insisted on going home, but he dismissed her concerns, claiming she was overreacting and that they simply needed some time apart to calm down.

"C'mon Raya don't be like this," Xavier begged.

"Nigga you're literally speaking to other women that aren't me my reaction is perfectly normal," She said while folding her arms around her chest.

"You're just being dramatic right now, let's just cool off for a second,"

She was taken aback, unable to comprehend how he could dismiss her feelings so casually. Soraya let out a scoff, overwhelmed by disbelief at his nonchalant attitude toward the situation.

"I've had enough; I can't keep going through this with you. You always brush aside my feelings whenever you find yourself in a tough spot." With that, Soraya started to gather her belongings, while Xavier stood by, watching her in silence..

She frequently resorts to this behavior whenever they find themselves in a heated argument over his actions or her choices that he disapproves of.

She would usually return, and they would have passionate makeup sex, rekindling their connection. However, this time is different; she isn't coming back. She's mentally exhausted and drained from everything that's happened.

"Where are you going to go Raya?" He questioned her.

Soraya declared firmly, "This is no longer your business, Xavier. I'm finished with all of this, and I'm finished with you." With that, she swiftly collected her luggage, ensuring she had everything essential before stepping out the door.

Xavier seized her arm just as she was about to step outside, locking eyes with her in a menacing glare that felt like a stark warning.

"You know you'll be right back here,"

"Watch me not be there you'll be looking stupid," She said as she yanked her arm away from his grasps.

She picked up her phone to book an available flight and, to her delight, discovered that the next one wouldn't board until 11. With plenty of time to spare at just 9:30 AM, she decided to send a quick message to her best friend.

IMESSAGE 💬 Rara💗: Bestie Jadebae🌪️: What's up girl? I thought you and your man was enjoying yall trip together? Rara💗: we were until I found out that he was texting other women behind my back Jadebae🌪️: bitch what? Rara💗: yeah, and when I told him I found out about it we got into an heated argument over it so now I'm booking a flight to come back home Jadebae🌪️: omg girl I am so sorry that happened to you does your father know? Rara💗: no he doesn't know that I'm coming back home early today but I should be there around the evening time I need to be out Jadebae 🌪️: Ouuuu girl I know a club that we can go to tonight when you come back Rara💗: count me in because I'm tired of this I just wish I had a real man that could treat me right you know did I do something wrong? Jadebae 🌪️: Soraya no you didn't do nun wrong he just can't handle you that's all Rara💗: yeah you're right but I should be home soon see you then bestie Jadebae🌪️: kk bestie

Upon informing her best friend about receiving a text from Xavier, she couldn't help but let out a sigh as she read through the messages he was sending her.

Baby😩 sent three messages.

IMESSAGE 💬 Baby😩: you know you'll come back home soon Baby😩: who else is going to dick you down like I do huh? No nigga can't handle you Baby😩: see you when I get home little mama

Soraya rolled her eyes, fully aware that Xavier was overly convinced in his own delusions, believing she would return for a casual encounter after everything that had happened.

When she doesn't return at all, he'll soon understand how foolish he looks for treating her like a fool.

She also had clients who required her hair services, ensuring she would earn her fair share without needing his assistance at all.

* ˚ ✦ Soraya arrived home at last, steering her car into the driveway and shutting off the engine. With determination, she opened the trunk, retrieved her bags, and made her way to the front door.

As she approached her door, she retrieved the key from her keychain and unlocked it, stepping inside to be greeted by the delightful aroma of her home.

She felt a wave of relief wash over her as she stepped into her home, grateful to be free from his presence. She could no longer tolerate his behavior. Setting her luggage down beside the couch, she kicked off her shoes and neatly arranged them on the shoe rack nearby.

She reached out to her father to let him know she had arrived home safely, secretly wishing he wouldn't pry into the details of her trip with Xavier.

She headed upstairs to the bathroom for a refreshing shower, preparing herself for a fun night out with her friends.

She chose a stunning two-piece black ensemble that accentuated her figure beautifully, complemented by elegant jewelry.

Her phone was constantly buzzing with messages from Xavier, who was making violent threats against anyone who dared to come between them. It was clear that he felt he had lost control over her, yet he was still trying to intimidate her with his empty threats.

She decided to mute his messages, not wanting to expose herself to any more of his erratic thoughts, especially considering how his entire family seemed just as unhinged.

After taking her shower, Soraya came out the shower grabbing her phone checking the time she had a few minutes to get ready so that's what she did.

She carefully adjusted her hair and makeup, ensuring she looked her best for the evening. Now that she was officially single, she felt liberated to embrace her freedom and do whatever she desired.

As she snatched her keys and stepped out the door, Soraya slid into the car, immersing herself in the rhythm of the music. With K. Michelle's "Can't Raise A Man" playing, she belted out the lyrics with passion, completely lost in the moment.

At this moment, Soraya felt an intense loathing for Xavier, who had caused her so much distress.

As she arrived at her destination, she quickly texted Jade to let her know she had made it. Stepping out of the car, she was struck by how crowded it was that night. Entering the club, she was greeted by a lively scene filled with people enjoying drinks and dancing energetically on the floor.

She skillfully navigated through the bustling dance floor as she spotted Jade and her other best friend enthusiastically waving their hands to welcome her.

"Raya! Hey girl you made it!" Jade Exclaimed as she got up from her seat as she hugged her.

"Girl, you know I wasn't going to say no to do I am single now so I can do whatever I want," She said.

"Period as you should fuck that nigga," Soraya sat down with her girls and began taking shot a Hennessy along with a chaser.

She was eager to have a good time, but she knew she had to keep it in check because she would be driving home afterward, or at least that's what she believed.

Soraya had taken a few more drinks and was starting to feel the effects, but the urgent need to use the restroom was becoming impossible to ignore. She quickly informed Jade and her other best friend that she was making her way to the bathroom. As she navigated through the crowd, it seemed to part for her, allowing her to move with ease.

She was so lost in thought that she collided with someone, nearly losing her balance. Fortunately, they were quick to catch her. As she looked up, she found herself studying the intriguing features of the person who had saved her from a fall.

Her mind raced with the thought, 'he's incredibly attractive,' as they locked eyes, his gaze drifting from her lips back to her eyes, creating an undeniable connection between them.

"I am so sorry I didn't mean to bump into like this," Soraya apologized as the fine specimen smiled at her making her stand upright.

"It's all good little mama," She was taken by surprise when his gravelly, deep voice reached her ears, prompting a smile as she made her way to the restroom.

She felt the weight of everyone's gaze as she approached the restroom, realizing that the individual she had just collided with was accompanied by a group.

She resolved that she would refrain from having any more drinks, determined not to risk crashing her car. After returning from the restroom, Soraya couldn't shake the feeling of being watched; the same group of people continued to stare at her, sending a chill down her spine as she made her way back to her table.

She noticed that her closest friends were completely intoxicated, behaving wildly like untamed creatures.

"Sorayaaaaaaaaaa bitch we are drunk as fuck right now girl," Jade said in a drowsy tone.

She chuckled at them, "I can see that girl y'all two need to take a break child," Soraya said as she pulled out her phone and began scrolling through her social media.

She observed her closest friends hit the dance floor as "Attention" by 451 filled the air. Glancing at the clock, she realized that an early morning work shift awaited her. With a sigh, she picked up her purse and keys, preparing to leave the vibrant scene behind.

As she stepped out the door, she planned to tell her friends in the morning. While making her way to her car, she noticed someone parked right behind it.

As she was about to enter her car, an assailant swiftly covered her mouth with a cloth, leaving her to grapple with the overwhelming urge to resist the attack.

Her breath quickened with anxiety as she fought against her captor, but soon everything faded to darkness. They pulled the cloth from her mouth while lifting her into their vehicle.

Fading away into the horizon.

* ˚ ✦ SORAYA As I opened my eyes, a thick fog clouded my thoughts, making it difficult to grasp my surroundings. A wave of panic washed over me as I struggled to understand where I was. Glancing around the room, clarity began to emerge—I was in the bedroom.

As the lights faded to a soft glow, I slowly regained my senses and rose to my feet. I approached the door, desperate to escape, but found it firmly locked from the other side. I pounded on it with all my might, yet my efforts were in vain.

As I settled onto the bed, a wave of confusion washed over me. Suddenly, the realization struck me—I had been kidnapped. The identity of my captor was a mystery, but one thing was clear: I had to escape this place immediately.

I searched frantically for my purse, which contained my phone, but it was completely missing from view. This situation was driving me crazy as I felt my frustration escalating in this room.

I could hear the sound of the door unlocking, and I caught a glimpse of a shadowy footstep approaching. Doubt crept in, making me hesitate to open the door. However, I knew I had to escape this place, so I steeled my resolve and decided to take action.

Upon opening the door, I was greeted by a short figure who looked at me with a warm smile.

"Hello Ms Williams, Roman Reigns would like to see you," He said.

'Who was this Roman, and what could he possibly want from me?' Those thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to avoid any trouble. Reluctantly, I decided to comply and trailed behind him to Roman's office.

The air was thick with silence, a palpable tension hanging between us as I felt a wave of fear wash over me, uncertain of what lay ahead. My gaze wandered around the house, and I couldn't help but notice its grandeur. This mansion stood out, adorned with intricate decor and an abundance of furniture that spoke of a rich history.

Upon arriving at his office, the door swung open to reveal none other than the individual known as Roman Reigns, accompanied by the same man I had encountered at the club.

"Ms. Williams, please take a seat, dear," Roman urged, and I complied with his request.

I felt a deep sense of fear, completely bewildered by the situation I found myself in and uncertain about what was expected of me.

"You might be curious about my presence or my current location, but let me reassure you—you're completely safe, darling." His deep voice was so mesmerizing that it felt as if I were under a spell, completely entranced by his words.

"What is it that you seek from me? I-I can't even tell who you are," I replied, my voice trembling.

"You will hon, once you get to hear my reasoning why I have you captured,"

I rose to my feet, eager to escape, as I felt pressed for time and longed to be home. Yet, his voice sent a chill down my spine. "Sit the hell down!" The command was so forceful that I found myself sitting back down, locking eyes with him in a moment of tense silence.

"Listen, my dear, I've been observing you and your father for quite some time. I run a wrestling business, just like your father, if I'm not mistaken?" he remarked.

I nodded along, not wanting to provoke him further as he continued, "I'm eager to form a partnership with your father, but he dismissed me, calling me a 'tacky' imitation trying to siphon off his wealth. It's amusing, but that's beside the point; what truly matters is that I want to take ownership." His words left me confused; I didn't have a deep understanding of my father's business dealings, but I knew enough to sense the tension.

I crossed my arms and arched an eyebrow at him, asking, "How is this relevant to me?" I could hear him chuckling in response.

"My dear, this is where you play a crucial role. I would love for you to become a part of our venture." I felt a rush of surprise at his proposition; the world of gambling and drug dealing was never my scene, and it certainly wasn't something I wanted to be involved in.

I hesitated, looking Mr. Roman in the eye. "I'm not sure I can go through with that. My father always warned me to steer clear of situations like this, insisting that they can be perilous for someone like me."

"Is there any other option?"

He gave a slight nod and said, "You can remain here without causing any trouble. But make no mistake—if you attempt to flee, we will not think twice about ending your life right here. Do you understand?" Roman warned.

I nodded my head but I did have one more question though.

"Can I expect to retrieve my phone and laptop? What if my best friend is anxious about my situation and my—" Roman slid an envelope across the table to my companion, urging him to take a look inside.

As I opened it, my heart raced, and my eyes widened at the sight of pictures and messages exchanged between Xavier and numerous women. He had always assured me not to worry about them, making me doubt my own sanity. But now, it was clear—I wasn't losing my mind after all.

I tossed the envelope onto the table, my body shaking with disbelief. Make no mistake, my love for Xavier was genuine, but witnessing this—there was no way it could be real.

"T-this can't be real you had to photoshop this right?" I asked.

"Oh, sweetheart, this is the truth. Every time he toyed with your emotions and then offered you some dick, it only deepened your delusions," Roman remarked. I tried to rise in protest, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to sink back into the chair.

At that moment, he snapped his fingers, and a short man named Paul approached him.

"Yes, my tribal chief,"

"Take her to her room she needs to rest and also bring her some fresh clothes for in the morning for her okay?" Paul nodded his head as he walked towards my way holding out his hand.

As I gazed up at him, my fingers lightly clasped around his hand, he guided me out of the office. Just before we stepped through the door, I caught Roman's voice behind us, saying, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Williams." As we exited, I couldn't help but scan the surroundings, searching for an exit strategy. The thought of danger loomed over me, but I knew I had to navigate this delicate situation carefully, playing along for now to ensure my safety.

Paul escorted me back to my room, gently opening the door for me. As I stepped inside, I heard the unmistakable sound of him locking it behind me. I collapsed onto the bed, wishing fervently that this was merely a dream and not my reality.

I shut my eyes and let myself gently slip into slumber.

* ˚ ✦ At nine in the morning, the sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow around the room. Cocooned in my blankets, I was momentarily puzzled about who had taken the time to care for me. As I blinked awake, I noticed neatly folded clothes on the dresser, a thoughtful gesture that added to my sense of wonder.

I thought it was Paul who had done it while I was still asleep, but I can't say for sure. As I sat up and stretched, my back arched slightly. I made my way to the dresser, picked up some clothes, and headed into the bathroom.

Upon entering the bathroom, I was struck by its stunning aesthetic. The ceiling-mounted shower head and the adjacent tub create a harmonious design, while the LED lights enhance the overall ambiance, showcasing the bathroom's beauty in the best possible way.

I removed my clothes and set them on the sink counter before stepping into the shower. As the warm water cascaded over me, a wave of relief washed over my body, prompting a deep sigh of satisfaction.

I reflected on Roman's conversation from yesterday regarding my potential involvement in the business, but I still felt uncertain. It appeared too risky, and I was unclear about what I would be stepping into.

I recognized the sound of my name being called, and it seemed to be Paul's voice. "Ms. Williams? Breakfast is ready, just wanted to give you a heads up," he announced before I heard the door click shut behind him.

I found myself unable to shake the thought of that striking individual I encountered, and seeing him here again raised questions. Was he somehow connected to Roman? He looked incredibly sharp in all black yesterday, yet I had to remain cautious, uncertain of their intentions.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I enveloped myself in a towel, securing it around my body and hair. As I settled onto the bed, I allowed my thoughts to wash over me, lost in a sea of contemplation while my skin dried.

'What am I going to do?'

'What am I going to tell my father who's probably worried about my safety,'

'I know Jade is probably worried sick right now,'

'How long was I going to be here,'

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, a knock on the door broke the silence. I called out for the person to enter, and when I looked up, I was surprised to see the same man from yesterday cautiously peering in.

"I was just checking to see if you were awake," he said as he entered, sending a wave of fear through me as I wondered what he had in store.

He spotted my trembling form and, with a chuckle, placed his hands on his hips. "Relax, little mama, I'm not here to hurt you," he said. That familiar voice echoed in my mind—the very same one I had heard at the club with Jade and Kelly. It was him.

"Y-you're the person I bumped into yesterday right?" I asked him as he sat down next to me.

"Yeah, you were really tipsy that night huh," I rolled my eyes at him he must think he got jokes right.

I removed the towel from my hair and kept drying it, as there was no blow dryer or any other option available in this room.

His gaze was unmistakably fixed on me, and the weight of it made me glance his way for just a moment. In that fleeting instant, I couldn't help but admire his striking features; he was undeniably stunning.

"Are you related to Roman or something?"

"Absolutely, that's my cousin who runs this wrestling business, and I'm his right-hand man, alongside my twin brother."

'Twin brother? I didn't see his twin brother when I was in Roman's office yesterday,'

"Right hand man? What you do?" I asked him standing up unwrapping the towel away from my body.

He started to say something, but his attention was quickly drawn to my curves, his gaze lingering on my body, particularly my backside. However, he managed to refocus and began to speak.

Jey shared, "I assist my cousin in running a gambling operation and dealing drugs to those who place bets on a specific wrestler. If they lose, we keep all the cash and drugs; if they win, we provide them with what we promised. It can get chaotic at times, but that's not the norm." I nodded in agreement as I finished putting on my last piece of clothing.

"Sounds similar to what my father does, but why did Roman want me involved in this?" He chuckled at me while he smiled.

"You asking a lot of questions princess," His words took me by surprise, and I found myself blushing as I turned my head at the affectionate nickname.

He became aware of it as he stood up, hearing his footsteps approaching. When his hand brushed against my waist, I was taken aback by the unexpected sensation.

I gazed intently into his warm, brown eyes, feeling as though he was peering into the depths of my innocent soul.

"What?—what'chu blushing for?"

"N-nothing you should leave before you get in trouble with Roman," I said as I managed to move away from him not wanting to get caught up.

"Mama he ain't going to do anything if he don't find out but I'll see you around," He said as he left the room causing me sigh feeling my heart beating like crazy.

'Why does he have this type of affection on me when we don't even know each other?'

Following breakfast, I took a leisurely stroll around the area, treating myself to a personal tour. With my stay here extending indefinitely, I explored various rooms and admired the beautiful gardens both indoors and outdoors.

I noticed something unusual while I was engaged in my task. Roman was on the phone, visibly upset, and I couldn't help but be intrigued. Curiosity got the better of me, and I leaned in closer, peering around the wall to catch snippets of his heated conversation.

"She will be staying here for a while,"

"Nothing will happen to her, do you know how long it would take for her father apply to my approval?"

"Well damn it get a move on! I want his business! That way we could thrive and have more power!"

While I was quietly listening in on his conversation, a sudden throat clearing from behind startled me, and I turned to see who it was.

"I take that you're very nosy as well? Budding into people's conversations?" Jonathan said.

"Jesus you fucking scared me—wait aren't you Jey's twin brother?" I asked as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, you must be Soraya? Or should I call you Ms Williams?" He said I rolled my eyes at him.

"Just call me Soraya I hate how formal yall are with me like I'm so old lady," I heard him chuckling at my joke as I walked past him going back inside the house.

He trailed behind me as if I were a stray puppy, asking, "Don't you all have responsibilities to attend to?" Jonathan simply shook his head while I carried on exploring the house.

"Nah but we do have a club to go to this evening, Roman got a meeting with some people," I shot him a 'oh' as I saw one of the rooms that had a lock on it. When I wanted to turned the knob Jon's hand stopped me as I looked at him.

"I wouldn't want to go in there Roman kept it private for his special sessions," He said as my face turned up in disgust.

I quickly stepped away from the door as soon as we heard someone shout Jonathan's name.

"Yo! Uce C'mon we gotta get going it's important ," Jey said as he look at me.

"A'ight I'll talk you later Soraya," As Jonathan walked away from me I could see Jey coming towards my way.

His towering presence loomed above me, making me feel diminutive in comparison. As our eyes locked, the atmosphere around us grew heavy with unspoken tension.

"You good? Act like you seen a ghost girl," He asked.

"I admit, I'm feeling a bit uneasy because you're so tall," I said, quickly looking away to avoid his gaze.

He took hold of my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze once more, his eyes scanning my face as if he were savoring every detail. "Soraya, is it? That's yo' name," he said, and I nodded, feeling his grip tighten around my waist.

"I never caught your name, you know," I said as he had a playful smile. "It's Joshua, but feel free to call me Josh—whatever suits you best ma." Honestly, these endearing nicknames he was throwing my way were going to drive me crazy.

"Josh! Stop flirting with Soraya and let's go before Roman get's pissed!" Jonathan shouted.

"I'll you later then gorgeous," after he jogged towards Jonathan leaving me dumbfounded.

After finishing my mini tour, I stepped into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I took a seat on my bed, focusing on calming my breath.

The connection we shared in that instant left a profound impact on me, as if he had woven an invisible thread between us. As I lay on my pillow, I struggled to push aside the memory of our encounter, wishing to erase the feelings it stirred within me.

* ˚ ✦ As I regained consciousness, I realized it was still dark outside. Sitting up quickly, I felt a surge of anxiety, hoping I hadn't delayed our plans to hit the club. My eyes were drawn to the dresser, where a stunning dress and some elegant jewelry awaited.

I rushed to change into the dress, eager to avoid upsetting Roman. After all, I'm just a girl trying to keep the peace. Just then, I heard a knock on the door and saw Jey peek his head in from the hallway.

"I see you're awake mama did you sleep well?" Jey said sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Y-yeah I did what time is it if I may ask," I said.

"It's almost time to head out we were hoping that you would be awake,"

I turned my back to him, nodding slightly as I attempted to fasten my necklace. The task proved more challenging than I anticipated, and Jey, noticing my struggle, approached me with purposeful footsteps.

He took the necklace and, as he did, his intoxicating scent enveloped me. It was thrilling yet perilous to be near him, as I struggled to keep my thoughts in check. With a gentle motion, he fastened the necklace around my neck, and I heard the satisfying click that sealed our connection.

I gazed into the mirror, and he mirrored my actions, captivated by my beauty. The way the dress hugged my curves was simply enchanting. I felt his hands glide down my hips, drawing me nearer, enveloped in his intoxicating scent.

"J-Josh..." I muttered while looking up at him.

His eyes met mine, a warm smile lighting up his face as he said, "What's Up, beautiful." I felt an irresistible urge to reach out, my fingers softly gliding over his cheek in a tender caress. In response, he took my hand, pressing a gentle kiss to my palm with his velvety lips.

I felt his pants tightening around him while he brushed up against me.

"W-we gotta get going Josh..."

"There's no need to hurry, darling; they can wait. Just allow me to feel you for a moment," he said. I wanted to object, but instead, I surrendered to his touch, hoping that no one would interrupt us.

He gazed at me with undeniable desire, his lips parting slightly as he tucked them in. His hands glided down my curves, gripping my hips firmly, which made me catch my breath in surprise.

We quickly separated, our attention drawn to Jonathan as he peeked his head through the door.

"Ion' know what yall got goin on in here but Roman said we gotta leave before we are late so hurry it up," He said as Jey rolled his eyes at him.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment over what had just transpired moments ago. Why did I react that way? Why didn't I just push him away when I had the opportunity?

What is going on with me?

Jey looked at my direction chuckling at my facial expression as he walked towards me, "we will be alone again mama and this time nobody will interfere a'ight? c'mon let's go before Roman start tripping." Jey said as I nodded my head.

'Jesus Take the Wheel'

Pretty Little Fears.

A/n: Helllooo I am back with a new story honestly I didn't really like marked so I decided to get into my dark romance bag it's my first time ever doing something like this so please bare with me aight? lol 😭 but I think I might like this story a lot probably will publish it on Tumblr.

But enough of me yapping, I think there is something going on between Soraya and Jey fr fr.

I hope yall enjoyed this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

[kca1516]

Ready for You - by Kca1516

Summary:

Present for my co-writer/bestie/cousin - here’s some sexy Bucky Barnes as requested :)

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You and Bucky are together, you want to have rougher sex and so does he - but he’s nervous about hurting you. And he’s a little bit of an asshole about it sooooo you show him that he either has to step up to play or lose what’s his.

It could use a little editing but it reads good :)

Also on ao3

Part 2

Part 1:

“Want to explain to me why you were being a spiteful brat all fucking night?” a dark, Brooklyn accent ground out at you. 

The door had barely closed, Bucky’s hand still on the handle. 

Your back was towards him as you hung up a long draping coat. You had wrapped it around you in an effort to disguise the strapless, sparkling red, mini dress hugging every curve of your body. 

It had been a surprise of sorts for him.

Bucky Barnes, or as he was better known, The Winter Soldier. 

The Avengers had found him in the ice five years ago. A year into his recovery he met you, and you were immediately drawn to one another. He had been angry and brutish when you met him.  He wouldn’t speak unless spoken to, and his only real friend was Steve Rogers. 

Despite his standoffishness, Bucky had lived with the Avengers. He hadn’t been one of them the way he should have been, and he hadn’t bothered to try and change that. The Winter Soldier programming had been undone in Wakanda, but the battle had only been half won. 

Bucky still regarded himself as some sort of monster. 

Then he met you. 

You were a scientist employed by Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, and you often found your work impacting the rest of the Avenger group as well.

You remembered the first time you had met Bucky. 

You were just leaving after speaking with Steve, and Bucky had just been on his way to find Steve. You had been in a rush and in your haste had accidentally crashed into him. Bucky had been unphased, but you fell backwards and would have landed on your ass if he hadn’t reached out for you. 

His arm shot out to wrap securely around your waist. 

You had been frozen in midair, shocked as you looked up at him. 

You had never met Bucky before, and had only heard stories of how dangerous he could be from fellow co-workers. You worried you had gotten yourself into real trouble, but then you saw his mouth part in surprise, the gentle way in which he regarded you. Your worries had instantly been eased. 

Your hand tightened on his arm, finding it wouldn’t give like typical muscle did. 

It was his metal arm that had shot out to grab you. In fact, the hyper-speed of the machine had been the only thing that stopped you from ending up on the floor. Bucky righted you then, tendrils of brown hair cast a shadow over eyes that glistened like an unending tundra.

You hadn’t exchanged words, but neither of you pulled away. 

Later, he would tell you how he had been stunned that such a beautiful woman hadn’t pushed from his hold with a scream, but had leaned into the abomination that was him and his iron arm.  You always told him you had never thought anything of the sorts, and it had been his innate tenderness and kindness that captivated you so thoroughly. 

After that day, whenever the two of you were in the same room, Bucky was by your side. He became your protector - always watching you, always keeping you in range. At first it had been strange for you to acclimate to his presence. You were confused by the behavior as Bucky didn’t seem to really like you all that much. 

When you tried to make conversation he relied mainly on one-worded replies that gave you more questions than answers. Still, as time passed you slowly began to tease details from him about his likes, his dislikes, his interests, and even his past. 

Your relationship grew and developed into something deep and thriving. He became your best friend. 

Through his relationship with you, he got to know the other Avengers better - forming his own bonds with every single one of them. 

The team had never been so cohesive, and Steve had come to you one night with glistening cheeks thanking you for your impact on his friend. You accepted the compliment, but didn’t know if it was wholly deserved.

The two of you were attached at the hip, that was all. If you had begun to harbor romantic feelings for the man, that was your secret to keep. 

Except it wasn’t just you who had this inclination. 

Three months in it had taken one final push for the two of you to admit your feelings to one another. An enemy of the Avengers had bombed the compound where you all worked. Everyone had evacuated in time except for you.

Bucky didn’t like to talk about what happened that day, but Steve said he had torn from his side -  racing faster than Steve had ever seen him go in order to get to you. The Captain had chased after him to help only to find him furiously throwing away rubble from a pile up that blocked the entrance, voice raw from bellowing your name. 

Luckily, you had been on the opposite side of the building, and had suffered minor injuries. Your ankle had broken, and your whole body ached, but you had managed to limp your way through another exit before the building collapsed on you. Bucky had seen you from across the field and ran to you, you had collapsed into his arms and the next thing you knew his hand was carded through your hair and his lips were bruising yours. 

Since then your relationship had blossomed into something amazing. 

You belonged to each other, fitting into one another with clarity and ease. Bucky was protective, and gentle, and funny. 

The two of you could talk without words running out, and you spoke more without them.

Your relationship with Bucky was perfect, and there was nothing you would want to change about it…except for one small thing. 

The sex. 

To his credit, Bucky was a fantastic lover. 

You learned that before he was frozen, he had been a womanizer, a charmer. While now he only had eyes for you, instinctively he knew how to please a woman. He always made sure you finished first, and when you coupled he truly made love to you.  

You cherished it, and the two of you had grown closer for it…but. 

But no matter how you tried to ignore the fantasies you had, they never fled too far. 

In your head, Bucky had sex with you…differently. 

You imagined that he would pin you down, a growl in his tone as his hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing as he trailed his bruising touch down your body. You wanted him to roll you onto your knees, hoist your ass in the air, and push into your greedy pussy with reckless abandon - pounding you until you saw stars. 

You wanted him to be rough, you craved it. 

And the truth was that you knew he wanted it, too. 

Sometimes when he was thrusting gently into you, his hands would wander - squeezing your chest before trailing down to grab at your ass. He would dig his hands into your flesh and start moaning as he picked up speed. Your answering moans would grow and increase and right as it would be about to make you finish- he would slow down again. 

Sometimes he would stop altogether. You cried for him then, but he would only hush you. Saying he wanted to be able to control himself so as not to hurt you. He only wanted you to feel pleasure.  

You would whine and plead that you could take more, but Bucky always found a way to distract you. He would claim your mouth as he started thrusting back into you. The friction would make your mind go entirely blank as he brought you to ecstasy. 

It was enough to let you know that it wasn’t just you that wanted more. 

For a while the two of you existed in this limbo, both wanting more but not sure how to go about getting it. Then, the perfect excuse to bring it up fell into your lap, and though you were nervous for how Bucky would react - your desire spurred you onward.

Christmas was coming up, and you knew exactly what you wanted wrapped under the tree. 

Him. 

You wanted him, and he wanted you - there was no reason to deny yourselves this. 

So, nervously, you had brought up what you wanted. Three weeks before Christmas, you told him how when you touched yourself you thought of him taking you like he was paying you for it. You watched his eyes grow black with desire, but at the same time his body tensed. 

You had tried to reach out for him, but for the first time he moved away from you. Not allowing you to follow him to the deepest corners of his mind. 

“James,” you said carefully, feeling a pit open in your stomach. 

You should have just kept your mouth shut. 

“I know that you want this, too,” you ventured, “what if we just talk-”

And then you had towered over you, glaring at you.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” he said, “it only matters that you're safe, I won’t hurt you.”

And then he pulled back as if you had burned him. He was fleeing from your room before you could call him back. 

From then on things had been strained between the two of you. For a week you didn’t really talk to one another. Every time you tried to, Bucky would find a reason to get away. You saw how he looked at you, though. He never stopped taking care of you. 

It became obvious what the real problem was.

Not for the first time, Bucky wanted something and he didn’t think he deserved it. It infuriated you, and by the end of the first week you had finally cornered him. You insisted that you’d rather forget the whole conversation then lose him, you just couldn’t lose him. 

He promised you that you weren’t, that he would always be yours as long as you allowed him to be there. You broke down in his arms, and he had held you all night long - whispering reassurances in your ear. 

For the next two weeks, things progressed as normal and when you weren’t working you were preparing for the holiday. Between getting a tree for the Avengers towers, buying presents, and hanging out with friends - you didn’t have a lot of alone time with Bucky. 

What you really noticed was that Bucky didn’t want to touch you. 

He would watch you, and you would perform under his gaze as you always did - wearing clothes that made him pant, showing cleavage and swaying your hips - and though he wanted so desperately, he kept to himself. 

It was infuriating, and you regretted more and more that you had brought up your desires to him if he was going to punish you with celibacy. 

And then it was the twenty-third of December and you were in the kitchen with the team making gingerbread houses and discussing the party Tony was hosting the next night. All the Avengers would be there, but also friends Tony knew from all walks of life. It was going to be a formal event but with all the liquor the billionaire was stockpiling it would be worth everyone’s time. 

For now you were covered in flour laughing with Nat and Cap about the placement of a gingerbread man falling off the roof. But in the next moment Thor accidentally sent a spoonful of icing splattering over Nat's nose, and then it was war. 

All of the Avengers started throwing pieces of candy at one another, and while you got in a few good hits - you didn't have super spy training or magic goddamn powers like the rest of them. 

A hand wrapped around your upper arm and pulled you behind a wall. 

Your boyfriend’s laugh rumbled in his throat as he saved you from the crossfire. 

“I could have handled my own,” you said with a teasing lilt to your voice, pushing up onto your tiptoes to kiss up his neck.

You hadn’t been this close with him in too long, and now that he was flashing you that smirk - you were helpless to resist him. 

His deft fingers came down to grab your waist, tracing the line of your hips like it was a lifeline. 

“Sure, but if you had gotten hit, pretty thing - they wouldn’t have been able to handle me,” he said, flashing his canines at you. 

And just like that your legs were around his hips and he was bumping the two of you into stray furniture as you made out and tried to reach your room. Somewhere along the way you had both lost your shirts, and his zipper was down as you wrapped your hand around his hardening length. 

He was groaning in your ear and nipping at your neck. 

“I need you, James,” you whispered to him, “please, I need you buried in me-”

“Anything,” he promised in between kissing you, “let me give it to you-”

And then your back was flat against your bed, the door was still a sliver open, but your boyfriend didn’t care as he pulled down your pants until your cunt was bared to him. He looked like he wanted to lick you until you were dripping, and while you always wanted that, tonight you needed to be stretched. 

You needed to feel him pounding you until your legs twitched and you were drooling. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, “I know what you need.”

You whimpered in response, and his fingers started to play in your folds - gently, easing into you. Your cunt wept at the intrusion, and where normally the initial stretch was notable, tonight he slipped in with no obstruction. 

You dug your nails into his shoulders, dragging them down his back. He lurched forward with a moan, you felt how hard he was - you knew he wanted to take you. 

Slowly, he began to thrust into you with just his one finger, and, and it wasn’t enough. Your frustrations mounted, it had been too long and you needed him to ravage you without care. You needed it hard. 

“More,” you begged, “please, James, please. I need your cock, need it now-”

He chuckled, gently adding a second finger. He stilled his motions to allow you to accommodate the stretch and you wanted to scream at him for it. 

“I know,” he promised, “just don’t want to hurt you, doll.”

Then you grit your teeth, annoyance blossoming in you. He thought you were so easily breakable, and it was driving you crazy. 

“What if I want you to hurt me,” you said, stubbornly, “what if I want your cock to fuck into me without prep, what if I want you to make me bleed, James? What if I need you to claim me like you own me?”

Bucky bucked against you, groaning sharply at your words. Unprepared for the image you painted for him, but then in one swift moment he slipped his fingers out of you, and pinned your hands down next to your head - stopping them from tracing his abs. One hand clamped down warm, the other cool, both holding you with a strength he had never used on you before.

You liked it. 

“I already own you,” he said, “and if you ever forget it I’ll paint it into your skin.”

You went limp under him, arousal peaking and swirling within you. You don’t know if you had ever been so turned on. He knew what he was doing, and he was good at it. 

“Please, sir,” you breathed a moan, not realizing what you had said until it was too late. 

Suddenly, Bucky froze - the heat between you cooling. 

Immediately, devastation hit you as you prepared for the inevitable. 

“This-this isn’t right,” Bucky said suddenly, and all at once he was off of you, off the bed, and on the other side of the room. 

Tears pricked your eyes as something hollowed out within you. You pushed yourself up, trying not to let it show that light bruising was already forming around your wrists. 

“James, I’m sorry, please-”

The man already had his sweatpants back over his hips, the dip of his spine sinful as he refused to face you. He was running away from you, again. 

“Not a word,” he ordered, but you couldn’t go through the past few weeks again, you just couldn’t.

“No,” you said, “I won’t be quiet about this.”

He didn’t acknowledge you as he looked around for his shirt. You knew once he found it he would be fleeing from the room, and you knew your chance to talk to him would vanish once that happened. You couldn't let that happen. 

“Listen to me,” you said, “just listen. I’m sorry for springing this on you, I didn’t mean to - but you have to know that it’s all I think about. I want you to be rough with me, James, I want you to take out your frustrations on me-”

He turned then, pointing a warning finger at you.

“Not another word out of you, do you understand me,” he said, harsher than he had ever spoken to you before.

Then you were annoyed.  

He had no right to speak to you that way, especially if the imprint of his cock straining against the front of his grey sweatpants had anything to say about it. Precome was bleeding through the fabric, you had never seen him get so hard so quickly. 

“Why? Because you’re scared,” you threw back at him. 

You saw his spine straighten and knew that if you continued you were going to damn yourselves to an argument - and you didn’t care. 

“I know that you want this, too. I know you want to mark me, make it so everyone knows that I belong to you. I want that, I don’t care if you hurt me.”

And then he fully turned on you, hands grabbing the bedposts so he towered over you. He looked like the Winter Soldier - eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, nostrils flared - but you could not be scared of him. 

“I do,” he growled, “When you stop hiding your wrists from me then we can talk. But until then I won’t hurt you, YN, I won’t be another person who hurts you.”

You got off the bed to find clothes, grabbing his t-shirt before he noticed. 

“My mistake, I never thought you of all people would ignore me so completely,” your frustration was mounting, and neither of you had come in too long.

“I’m not ignoring you,” he said, forgetting about his lack of shirt as he watched you dress, “I'm just doing what’s best for you.”

You felt a vein flex in your head, and you had just pulled his shirt on when you turned on him. 

“Fuck you,” you seethed, “you have no idea what’s best for me, and have no right to act as if you do.”

His answering smirk made you grit your teeth. 

“I thought that was exactly what you were asking me to do, darling,” he said. 

Your cheeks burned. 

“Screw yourself, Barnes,” you seethed, “next time you can use your right hand. Maybe I’ll find someone who actually wants to fuck me-”

Bucky didn’t like that. 

Suddenly, he was right in front of you, and when you tried to get around him he caged you in. Your hands came down on his chest trying to push the bastard out of your way, but he caught you before you ran too far. 

“Get out of my way,” you hissed, “I need something you clearly won’t give me, so I’m going to find someone who will-”

Suddenly, a hand was in your hair, tugging sharply at the base of your skull and forcing your head upwards so you were looking at him. You gasped, toes curling with pleasure at the lightning that traveled down your spine. 

“If you let anyone touch you,” his growled, darker and deeper than you had ever heard him manage, “I’ll kill them. No hesitation.”

He had always had a possessive streak, but this made you positively giddy. 

“Promise,” you said, lustful.  

His breath came heavy, his hardness pushed against your womb, and for a second you thought you had broken through to him. 

His darkness, you wanted it. 

His lips parted as his gaze flickered from your burning eyes to your wanton lips. 

You could taste victory. 

He wanted to dominate you, and you were going to let him. 

And then he pulled away sharply, his hand falling from your hair to chase through his own. He turned from you as if your aura was enough to intoxicate him. 

“Fuck,” he roared only once, hand clenching into a fist and you knew he wanted to punch something. 

And then he figured it out too, and he didn’t look back at you as he stormed from the room. No doubt he was hell bent on reaching the gym to destroy another punching bag. 

You watched him go, and did not follow. 

~~~~~~~~~~

You didn’t see him again that day, and he didn’t come to bed to sleep with you. 

The idea of waiting for him to show up in your room left a sour taste in your mouth, and so you went to Nat’s room in order to get some fresh air. She was happy to have you in, as you were the only other girl in the group the two of you had become quick friends. She welcomed you with open arms, and the two of you dedicated the night to painting your nails for tomorrow’s party and finishing the two bottles of wine she had stolen from Tony. 

You were happy to have her friendship, and it didn’t take her long to pick up on your sour mood. She asked you what was wrong, and everything poured out of you. You told her that there had been a rift between you and Bucky. That you both wanted something that he was afraid of giving you. 

You knew why he was afraid. You understood that hurting you was his greatest fear, but you trusted him one-hundred percent. You wished he would trust himself like you did. 

She had listened to you with sympathy, but her answer had been fueled by a level of alcohol that only gave her bad ideas. 

“It sounds like he’s getting in his own way,” she said, “and based on the conversation I overheard from your room earlier today-”

“You heard that,” you winced. 

“-oh Y/N, we all heard that. It sounds like he needs a reminder that you’re his and no one else’s - and that he should be cherishing that a little bit more.”

You sighed, feeling a tension headache coming on. 

“So, what should I do,” you asked her, defeated. 

A smile curled on her lips, one that left you almost uneasy in its aftermath. 

“That’s the easy part,” she said, “I have a plan.”

You spent the night with Nat, and then in the morning she locked you in her room and kept you the rest of the day, too. Steve, Bruce, and Thor had all come to knock on the door, asking what the two of you were doing and if they could come in. 

Nat answered the same way every time. 

“Tell Bucky he’ll just have to wait until tonight for an answer - now leave us the hell alone.” 

And then as an afterthought.

“We’re fucking busy.”

Each time the men would leave from her door in a huff, and with the booze swimming in your system since eleven o’clock that morning, it felt like a victory every time. Let Bucky stew in his failure, you weren’t going to give this up. The only person he was hurting was himself and you weren’t going to give into him until he realized it. 

Nat told you to forget about Bucky for the day. To imagine you were going to this party tonight with the intention of taking someone, anyone, home. 

You tried to keep that in mind as the day progressed into night. 

You hadn’t thought getting ready would ever take so long, but Nat was meticulous in her ministrations. She made you shower and shave, and she plucked your eyebrows and made you do a face mask. Then she started on your hair, putting it up in curlers before getting to your makeup. 

By the time it was all done, you had an hour left before the party and you still had to make your way to the compound. Tony had just finished rebuilding it, so the party was partly to celebrate its reopening. 

Finally, Nat showed you what she had picked for you to wear that night. At first you protested, it was way too revealing. While you weren’t afraid to show some skin, you weren’t sure how you felt about being naked in front of your coworkers. 

She laughed and promised you that everyone would be too drunk to ever remember what you were wearing. When you still weren’t sure, she allowed you to wear sheer black pantyhose  underneath as a form of modesty. 

Next thing you knew, Tony was at the door reminding you that the chauffeur was leaving in fifteen minutes, and he wasn’t afraid to leave without you. It limited your options, and reluctantly you accepted the dress and the stiletto pumps that completed the look. 

Nat decorated you in diamonds around your neck and matching earrings as well as black gloves that went up to your elbows. You thought it was a lot, but when you saw yourself in the mirror you had to admit that you looked really good. 

“Told you so,” she said slyly, in an equally stunning gown though you hadn't remembered her getting into. 

The last accessory Nat gave you was one of her floor length coats. 

It was faux fur and coal black. It wrapped around you completely and fell to your ankles. When it was secured in place, you couldn’t see the scandalous gown underneath it. 

Nat left you with one final warning. 

“Now just remember,” she said, “don’t open your coat until we get to the compound. You don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

You blushed but agreed. 

You both left her room, perfume trailing behind you. You made it to the front door at the same time, but when Nat saw that Bucky was waiting for you she walked ahead to give you some privacy. 

It looked like the boys had been speaking with him, preparing him for this night. He was dressed in a black button down, black suit jacket and dress pants. He was fresh shaven and his hair was slicked back, though one stray strand hung in his eyes. 

He was as handsome as he had always been, and you had come to a stop a few feet in front of him.

Taking him in, as he took in you.  

There was so much both of you wanted to say to one another, and no time to do it. 

Bucky straightened and extended an arm. You accepted graciously. 

“James-” you tried to say, ignoring the advice Nat had given you. 

Which was to make him pay for it. 

He didn’t let you finish. 

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, “but let’s just get this over with.”

Your mouth clamped shut, and you looked away from him as the two of you stepped outside. 

“Fine,” you agreed, simply to have the last word. 

TBC...

Part 2 found here

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