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Competition

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 6.9k

Includes- Som much sex, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, throat fucking, cum eating, semi public sex (getting caught), dacryphilia, dirty talk, wall sex, floor sex, cock riding, sex from behind, missionary, rough sex, slow sex, tummy bulge, choking, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Yoongi POV

Walking into the dressing room, I find my best friend across it, whispering with Hobi

I roll my eyes as I walk towards her

I've been looking for her for ten minutes

She wasn't answering her phone and now I see why

"You really giving me a hard time?", Hobi says to her as I get closer

They're both so engrossed in their conversation they don't see me coming

"It was a one time thing Hobi", she answers

My curiosity is piqued

What was a one time thing?

He snorts, "Right. That's why I slept over and we kept fucking right?"

Shock enters my system at his words

They kept what?

Did he say fucking?

What the fuck, they slept together?

When?

"That's why you were crying, begging for my tongue over and over, coming in my mouth again and again", he says, "Because it was a one time thing"

She was begging for him?

No way

An insane amount of jealous explodes in my veins

"Look Hobi, yeah you're good ok. And I'll admit it, no one has gone down on me as good as you ok"

Bullshit

He is not better at oral than I am

I'm the king of oral

I've never gotten any complaints, in fact all I've gotten is praise and begged to keep going

There's no fucking way he's better

No way

"And you did fuck me really good. But that's all it was. Sex. And I'm not sure it would be a good idea for us to keep fucking"

"Why not? I'm attracted to you and you're obviously attracted to me. I know what it would be. Just sex. A friend's with benefits thing. I'm game for it"

Friends with benefits?

When the fuck did he think of that situation?

"Friends with benefits?", she repeats

No, not happening

He can't have her

He can't

Lately my feelings towards her have changed

To where I see her more than a friend

But as a fuck buddy or a girlfriend I haven't figured out yet

But I want to be around her all the time, spend time with her

And if she does this friends with benefits thing with Hobi then I'll never know

But there's one thing I know for sure

I can eat her out and fuck her better than he ever could

"Let me know", he says to her then leaves, going towards a makeup artist

She shakes her head, then turns to me, jumping when she sees me a few feet behind her

"Oh hey Yoongi", she says nervously

And I make up my mind

"I have to talk to you", I say

"Oh, yeah ok", she agrees

"Come on"

She follows me out of the dressing room and I go into the first empty room I find

She enters and I take a breath as I close the door

"You slept with Hobi?", I ask, turning around

Her eyes widen, "You heard"

"I mean you guys were talking about it in the middle of the dressing room and you weren't exactly whispering"

"I uh...yeah. I did"

"When?"

"Uh last week"

Just last week?

Where the fuck was I?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugs, looking down, "I don't know. I guess I was worried you'd be mad"

The thing is I'm not mad

Or maybe I am but at the moment the biggest thing I feel is jealousy

"I heard him...brag about his skills"

Her face turns red, "Yeah, I didn't know he was a bragger like that"

And it's now I decided to take the plunge

"I can do it better than him"

Her eyes snap to mine, complete shock in them

"Uh...what?"

"I can do what he did better", I say, holding eye contact, "I can eat you out better. I can fuck you better. I can make you feel better"

Her mouth drops, "What the hell Yoongi? It's not a competition"

But it is

Hobi unknowingly started a competition because of my feelings for her

If I didn't have feelings for her, I wouldn't care if she slept with him

But I care

"I can show you I'm better", I tell her

"I..uh...I....uh..", she trails off, "I uh...I don't know if we should do this"

She's hesitating but she wants to

If she didn't she would of said no immediately

"Do you trust me?"

She looks at me sharply, "Of course Yoongi. That's not even a question"

"So trust me now"

She hesitates for a split second, then nods, "I do. Ok"

Her words sink in and I stride right to her, crashing my lips against hers in a searing kiss that takes my breath away and lights a fire inside me

Her arms move around my neck and it feels so right

I move my arms around her, pulling her as close to me as she can get, my tongue against hers, my body screaming for hers

As I kiss her, I undo her jeans, slipping my hands under the waistband of them and her panties

Breaking the kiss, I kneel down on my knees, pulling everything off her, my eyes on her small pussy

So pretty, fuck

"Yoongi, oh fuck", she moans when I lick her small clit, feeling it spasm

Fuck, I like that

Pushing her legs open, I push my tongue on her, licking up her cunt slowly, feeling her on my entire tongue, taking in how she tastes

And fuck she's good, so sweet, like fucking candy

How she tastes this good I don't know but I'm glad she does

"Yoongi, oh my fucking god", she moans as my tongue continues to pleasure her

I move the tip of my tongue up in-between her slit, her swollen lips parting for my tongue, her juice all over my mouth, dripping down to my neck

"Mmm", I moan, moving one of her legs over my shoulder, pushing my face deeper into her cunt, my tongue flying up and down

My god, I can't get enough of eating her cunt

It's just everything, the feel of her, the taste, the scent, she's intoxicating

Circling her hole, I tease her, feeling her legs shake under my hands, hearing her cute whines

Dragging it out a few more times, I finally plunge my tongue in her cunt, the immediate clenching sending pleasure down to my hard cock

Licking out of her hole, I run my tongue all the way up, flicking her clit when I get there

"Oh my god, Yoongi!"

Chuckling, I run my tongue down and wiggle back into her pulsing hole, moaning into her

Her hand snakes down to my hair, grabbing a fist full as she moves her hips, fucking her pussy on my tongue

I'm so here for it, gripping her ass hard and I move my tongue all over her- in her hole, between her swollen lips, over her clit, everywhere my tongue touches I lick her

Rolling my tongue over her clit again, she moans, "There Yoongi"

I press my tongue against her pulsing clit, massaging it as her shouts of pleasure fill the room

I'm enjoying this so much, it's actually insane

I don't think I've ever liked going down on someone as much as I do right now

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I tug and play, her pussy gushing all over me, drowning me and I love it

I slurp on her clit like my life depends on it, reveling in the constant throbs against my tongue

"Yoongi", she moans, my name sounding so pretty in her voice

Her hand tightens in my hair, her hips desperately snapping into my face, her legs trembling

I don't stop and the next suck has her screaming my name, coming hard

Dropping my tongue down, I shove it up her cunt, letting her cum around it while I use my fingers to rub her clit

"Yoongi, oh my god. Yoongi!", she whines, her pussy clenching my tongue over and over

I can't wait to feel her clench my cock like this

I swallow all her sweet cream, sucking around her hole to make sure I get it all

My mind is blown at how good her cum tastes

I mean it's cum

Shouldn't taste as good as this

Only when she finishes do I pull my tongue out and lick her cunt clean

Pressing my lips to her skin, I kiss up her body, sliding my hand on her cunt, playing with her clit

She shudders against me as I reach her neck, pressing peck after peck to her skin

"You taste so good", I whisper in her ear, burying my fingers in her and starting to move in her tight cunt, "So fucking sweet, like candy"

She moans and fuck, I can't get over how pretty it sounds

"Gonna wanna eat your pussy everyday", I tell her, loving how her body shivers against me, her hand grabbing my arm to hold on, "Gonna let me?"

Moving my thumb to her clit, I play with it while I fuck her with my fingers

"Yes", she whimpers

"Good girl"

Pressing on what I think is her spot, she cries out in pleasure, her hand squeezing my arm harder

Found it

"After you cum on my fingers, I wanna stuff you with my cock"

She makes a soft squeaking sound that's so cute

"I want this tight cunt around my cock. Want these swollen lips wrapped tightly around me. Wanna make your pussy cream around my cock"

"Fff..fuck", she moans

I keep moving my fingers, making sure I press on her spot every thrust in

"Wanna make my best friend cum for my cock", I say lowly

"Oh god"

I smirk as my thumb presses harder into her clit, her pussy throbbing tighter

"Gonna let me fuck you?", I ask

"Yes!", she yells, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Good girl"

Driving my fingers in she moans my name, coming

She floods my hand with cream and I keep fingering her through it

Then I pull my fingers out of her and look in her eyes as I shove my fingers in my mouth, sucking her cream off them

She gapes and I just smirk as I lick her cream from my palm

"Told you I loved the way you taste"

She just nods, her cheeks so red

"Gonna fuck you now"

She nods wordlessly again

Undoing my belt, I kick off my shoes and get my pants and boxers off, so ridiculously excited to be inside my best friend

She pulls my shirt off me, throwing it on the floor as my hands lift her up, her legs wrapping around me

She reaches down between us, aligning my cock to her hole, as she begs, "Please Yoongi. Fuck me. Want you to fuck me"

I can definitely do that

Moving closer, I push into her tiny hole, the pleasure of her stretching around me so fucking intense

"My god, you're fucking tight", I groan, slowly moving inch by inch inside her, her pussy sucking me in slowly and latching on tightly

"Mmm so big Yoongi", she cries, her head leaning against the wall, "Fuck your cock is so fucking big"

I smirk because yeah it is

Never had a complaint about my cock before

Shivers run down my back as I get all inside her, her soaked cunt throbbing so fast around my length

"Fuck Yoongi", she murmurs, her legs tightening around me, "God, your cock fills me so good"

"Yeah well your tiny cunt took me so well baby", I smirk, "Pulling me in like you wanted me inside you"

"I did", she moans, "I do"

"Good jagi. Want you too", I answer, pulling her shirt up and off, her bra following

I eye her big tits, moving one of my hands around one boob, squeezing softly

Pulling my cock out, I slam back inside, her moans fueling me to go faster

I get a fast hard pace going, splitting her cunt wide open, wrecking her

Her pussy takes me perfectly, clenching down as I move back in, her hands plunging in my hair, pulling as she cries out in pleasure

It feels so fucking good and I live for the way her cunt is pulsing and drenching my cock

Thrusting in, I slam into her spot, her pussy gushing juice out, her body arching off the wall

"Yes, there! Oh fuck! There", she cries as I indeed make sure my cock hits her there every single stroke

"Feels good?", I ask

"Yes", she nods, her body shaking in my arms as I fuck her tiny spot relentlessly

"Oh god, oh god", she chants, her eyes wet, a few tears escaping down her face

And that does nothing but turn me on even more

I move my hands up her back, pulling her right against me, her soft sweaty skin against mine, holding her tightly as I increase my thrusts, fucking her hard

And she just cries for more, asking me to go harder

"Yeah baby, cry for my cock", I urge her, watching the tears fall down her face, "Am I fucking you that good?"

"Yes!", she sobs, clinging onto me tightly

"Mmm yes jagi. Let me see those tears. I love it. Crying on your best friend cock, begging to fuck your sweet pussy harder"

"Yes, yes, yes", she whimpers

Fuck, I never had a girl want me this much

Never had a girl cry for me like she's doing

Never had a girl as wet as she is

"Fuck, listen to how wet you are for me. Listen to how good your sweet pussy takes your best friend's cock"

"Mmmhmmmm", she moans, her fingers twisting in my hair, the nails of her other hand digging into my shoulder, pleasure radiating off her body

"Sounds so pretty", I murmur, listening to the arousing sounds

I can listen to that all fucking day

"Yyy..Yoongi", she stammers, her body shaking with each stroke, her pussy impossibly tight around me

"Yeah jagi?", I ask, the pleasure so fucking intense, so goddamn good

"I...I....", she babbles, her eyes closing, her sobs more frequent

I know she's close

I can feel her

"Gonna cream my cock baby?", I tease, listening to her whimpers, "Decorate my cock with your cum?

She bites her lip, nodding

"Good girl", I murmur in her ear, "Cum around my cock baby. I want to feel this little pussy lose it"

"Yoongi!", she shouts, coming at the next thrust in

Her pussy spasms uncontrollably as she clings onto me, pleasure like I never felt before tidal waving into my body

I gasp, the bliss so much I have to try hard to keep standing as she screams my name over and over, her body shaking hard against mine

I've never felt like this from a girl's orgasm

And I'm immediately addicted

Once she finishes, I kneel down on the floor, laying her on the carpet

I can't stand anymore, not after that pleasure

And I need to feel it again but I don't think I can take another of her orgasms without falling

Pushing her legs to her chest, I resume pounding into her little pussy

"Yoongi", she cries, her hands gripping my forearms so tightly

"I need you to cum again", I tell her, watching her swollen pussy lips petal open for me each time my dick slides inside her

"Yeah", she whimpers, taking the pounding I'm giving her, her pretty body soaked in sweat

Leaning down, I lay my tongue on her stomach and lick up to her neck, her sweat tasting so fucking good

I think anything on her will taste good

"So good baby", I smirk, sitting back up and destroying her little pussy

She whimpers, her eyes on mine

"Oh my fucking god!", I hear

Snapping my head up to the door, I glare at Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung, standing in the doorway, each one with shock on their face

When the fuck did the door open?

"Get out", I growl, stopping but still buried inside her, her begging for more

"I..uh..the shoot", Jungkook starts, his eyes wide as plates

"Yoongi! Don't stop!", she cries under me

"Oh my god", Tae mutters

"Get out!", I shout, making them jump

"Sorry!", Jimin yells, grabbing the door handle and slamming it closed

"Yoongi", she moans and I forget what happened, continuing thrusting into her

Her pussy is so messy, cream all over my cock, a thick ring of it around my base, driving me fucking crazy

"Fuck, look at you creaming my cock like this", I tell her, mesmerized, "Pretty little cunt swallowing my big cock so eagerly"

She nods, moaning, "Feels so good Yoongi. Fuck, more"

"I'll give you more", I growl, driving my cock deep in her hole, "I'll wreck your pussy until I'm the only one you want inside you. Until my cock is the only one you crave"

She nods, her tears so fucking pretty

"Oh yeah, that's what you want?"

"Yes", she whines, "And...and ..and"

"And what?", I demand, "Tell me what you want"

"I wanna swallow your cum", she whimpers

God, that's the dirtiest thing she's ever said to me and it's such a turn on

"Yeah baby?", I smirk, fucking into her harder, my cock throbbing, "Wanna suck my dick?"

She nods, gasping, "Please"

"Ok jagi", I agree, "Cum for me first then you can suck me off"

"Ok. Ok", she whines, more tears streaming down her gorgeous face

Burying inside her again, I hit her spot and watch her tiny hole spasm around my cock as she climaxes

"Yes baby, yes", I groan, ecstacy slamming into me as she screams my name, her pussy working my cock good

I keep moving, fucking her through it absolutely loving pushing through her tight cunt

When she finishes, I pull out, watching my cock and her hole stay connected through a string of her creamy cum

Fuck that is something I've never seen before and can get used to seeing

Moving next to her head, I grab her hair, moving my cock to her mouth

"Open"

She does, letting me push my cock in, her mouth sucking immediately, pleasure running up my spine

"Yes baby, fuck"

She sucks desperately, spit all over the place, her hand moving around my cock not in her mouth, jerking me off at the same time

"Fuck you're mouth is so good", I praise her, watching her push down on my cock more, her sucking driving me crazy, "You gonna take all of me?"

She nods, her gorgeous watery brown eyes looking up at me as she bottoms me out, choking around my length

I pull back a little so I don't hurt her but she shakes her head, going down again

Her throat spasms around my shaft as she swallows repeatedly, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine

"Ccc..can I fuck your throat?", I choke out, so close

She nods, keeping her mouth open for me

Holding her in place by her hair, I pull out then thrust back in, moaning from how utterly good it feels

I move over and over, her throat taking me just as good as her pussy does

I feel small sucking sensations every time I bottom out, awed that she's still blowing me

I watch her as I throat fuck her, listening to her moan around my dick

"I'm gonna cum", I groan, right there, "Gonna swallow all my cum for me?"

"Mmm hmm", she nods want in her brown eyes

That drives me over the edge and I bury my length and spurt my cum down her throat, the ecstasy feeling amazing

True to her word, she swallows eagerly, again and again, milking my cock desperately

"Joanne, fuck, yes good girl", I groan

When I finish, she stops, letting me pull out of her mouth

She closes her eyes, breathing hard

I sit next to her, running my fingers in her hair, breathing hard myself

This was seriously the best sex I ever hand

And my best friend gave it to me

Mind blown

After a minute, her eyes open and she struggles to sit up

I help her, her eyes slowly moving up to mine

I smile at her bewildered look, then lean down and kiss her

I don't know why I'm doing it, it just feels right

Breaking away, she says, "I think you're really late for the photo shoot"

I chuckle, "Yeah. Guess I should get going"

She nods

I stand up then help her up and we start the task of getting our clothes back on

Right before we're about to leave the room, I stop her

For some reason I don't want to be apart from her

I don't think about it as I ask, "Wanna come over after the photo shoot?"

She raises her eyebrow but smirks, "Yeah"

Then she walks out of the room

Ok then

I smile as I follow her

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"Off now", she demands between kisses, her hands pulling at my boxers

As soon as I parked my car and we got into the apartment we're all over each other

It wasn't even a second inside before our lips were glued to each other's

We somehow managed to get into the living room, clothes strewn along the path we took

She drops my boxers and I step out of them, then start pulling her panties down

Kicking them off, she bangs her leg into the coffee table, groaning in my mouth

"Are you ok?", I ask, as she sinks to the floor, her hand against her calf

Kneeling down too, I move her hand, seeing a bruise already forming

"Jo-"

"Who cares?", she says, on her knees and pulling me back to her lips

Ok well if she doesn't care then I guess she's ok

I kiss her eagerly, just wanting to be back inside her

"Lay down", she says, breaking away from me

"Uh-", I start

"Lay down", she says, pushing me back, "I want to ride your dick"

Oh well ok then

I lay down, moving my legs under the coffee table

She immediately climbs in my lap and I'm hit with her gorgeous body that I neglected to look at before

I was too busy feeling and looking at her cunt

But goddamn her body is fucking gorgeous

Perfect

With huge boobs

She spreads her legs wide, her feet flat on the floor, her hand holding my dick up

Her hole is already leaking, some of it dripping to my tip, turning me on so much more

She aligns me to her hole, sinking down on my head

"Fuck", I moan, watching her sit more and more on my cock, the familiar tugging of her pussy so good

As soon as she bottoms me out, she's already moving, sliding up and down my dick, throwing my entire body into bliss

"Yes fuck", she whines, bouncing on my cock so hard, her boobs jiggling so much

Her arms move behind her, her elbows on the coffee table as she leans against it, riding my dick like no one ever has before

Her tight cunt is creaming my cock so much already, it's all over my lap, not just my dick

Her legs are spread so wide, I have an amazing view of her hole splitting open as she takes me back in, her swollen lips wrapped beautifully around my length

Her head falls back, her bounces so fast, hard as she moans so erotically

"Yes, yes, yes. Fuck yes Yoongi. Oh my god Yoongi"

Hearing her moaning my name is such a fucking turn on

I want to hear it over and over, her voice so beautiful calling me

Her chest is heaving, beads of sweat trailing down her body towards her tiny pussy

She picks up her head, looking at me, lust in her eyes, her sweaty hair clinging to her body

Fucking ethereal

The sound of our skin slapping each other mixes with the loud squelching sound her drenched cunt makes when she takes me back in, making pornographic music sounding in the room

Add her moans to that and it's something I can listen to forever

"Yoongi!", she yells, "I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum"

Somehow her bounces become more rapid, more wild, her cunt clenching my cock in a vice grip

"Can I cum on your cock?", she cries, "Please, wanna cum on your cock"

"Yes jagi. Fuck, cum for me", I shout, wanting to feel that ecstacy again

"Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!", she screams

Her body stiffens and shakes as she orgasms, squirt pouring from her cunt like a waterfall, completely soaking me

Her screams are beautiful and watching her cum is amazing as pure pleasure slams into my body

"Oh fuck", I moan, her cunt pulsing hard around my cock

"Again", she cries, as she finishes

Slipping down my dick, bottoming me out, she grinds against me, my head rubbing against her spot, "Again, Yoongi again"

"Yeah baby. Go ahead", I urge her

Her hips move quickly, hypnotically in a circular motion and I can't take my eyes away from her

As she grinds on me, her cunt spams hard around my cock, sending spikes of pleasure through my body

"Yes, yes fuck", she murmurs, her eyes closed, leaning back as she moves, "Fuck such a good cock. So fucking fat, so big. So fucking hard"

My mind explodes hearing her talk about my dick

"You like my cock jagi?", I ask, leaning up on my arms so I can sit up slightly and watch her better

"Love your cock Yoongi. Fuck, opens my pussy so well", she moans, her circles getting faster, "Love having your cock inside my pussy"

"I love being there", I assure her

Her fluttering around my length is getting faster, she's close

Leaning forward, I press my fingers to her clit, feeling it throb as I rub

"Yes, oh god", she cries, soaking me more

"Cream my cock baby", I murmur, "Make a pretty fucking mess"

"Yoongi!", she yells, tightening so much, her head leaning back, exploding all over me, bliss filling me

Her movements stall as she cums but I keep moving my fingers, rubbing her clit to keep her coming

Her cream leaks around us, the sight fucking mesmerizing

"Oh god Yoongi. Yes Yoongi"

Her body relaxes when she finishes, lifting her head and looking at me in amazement

"Good?", I ask

"Amazing", she breathes

"Good"

Pulling her to me, I crash my lips to hers, kissing her wildly

She throws her arms around my neck, her fingers moving in my hair, pulling as she kisses me back

"Need to fuck you", I murmur between kisses

"Yeah Yoongi. Fuck want your cock so bad"

Oh fuck yeah

Pulling her off me, I maneuver her around, getting her to face the table on her knees

Shoving her down on it, I get behind her, shoving my cock inside her waiting cunt

"Yes fuck", she cries as I bottom out, her hands squeezing the edge of the table hard

Pulling my cock almost all the way out, I shove back inside, hitting her spot

"More Yoongi!"

I move quickly, thrusting into her warm pussy over and over, the feel of dragging in and out of her cunt so intense

"Fuck this pussy is perfect", I murmur in her ear, "Swallows my cock so easily. Throbs so greedily for me"

"Yes Yoongi", she whimpers, taking the pounding I'm giving her

Moving my arm around her, I press against her lower stomach, feeling it bulge everytime I fuck into her, driving me crazy

"This pussy takes my cock so deeply", I murmur, "Wants me all inside"

She nods, breathing hard

"You were made for me", I tell her, lost in the pleasure, lost in her

"Yeah Yoongi. I was", she whimpers

Pulling her back against me, I take her hand, moving it to her stomach, making her feel my cock move inside her

"Feel me fuck you jagi", I murmur, keeping my hand on top of hers, "You feel how deep I am inside you?"

"Yes", she shivers, "Fuck, harder Yoongi"

"Harder baby?", I tease

"Harder. I can take it", she groans, leaning her head against my shoulder

"I can fuck you harder baby but you have to cum for me"

"Yes, I will. I promise"

Touching her legs, I spread them wider, speeding up my movements and force, her dripping cunt leaking everywhere

She moans in my ear as I look down, her pretty neck on display and I get a sudden urge

Sliding my hand up her body, I wrap it around her neck, her pussy squeezing the life from me just as that moment

"Mmm is this what you want?", I tease, "You're pussy got so tight as soon as I grabbed your neck"

She moans wordlessly, her eyes closing

"Want to be choked?"

"Yes", she whispers, making my cock throb in excitement

I've done this before with other girls and I know I'm not going to hurt her

I know it's going to feel good for her and she's gonna cum so intensely

"You've been choked before?", I ask

"Yes"

I'm surprised at that, "By who?"

"Hhhh...Hobi"

Jealousy floods my body at his name

"Hobi?"

She nods

"Did he feel as good as me?", I growl

"No...no", she moans, tears running, pleasure all over her face, "Nnn..nobody fff...feels as good as you"

"Did his cock feel as good as mine?"

"No! Fuck no!", she shouts

"Did he fuck you as good as I am?", I demand, slamming into her with each word

"Nnn....oh god Yoongi!", she cries, pleasure hitting me hard as she cums suddenly

Her hands grip my arm, her nails digging into my skin as she rides out her orgasm on my cock

When she finishes, I continue fucking her spot, growling in her ear, "Who fucks you the best? Don't fucking lie to me"

"You do! Oh god you do"

"Are you lying?"

"Nnn..no! Yoongi no!", she sobs, "You're the best. Fuck you're the best!"

"Damn right"

"Please", she cries, "Wanna cum"

"Again? You already came so much. Such a greedy cunt"

She nods, "Wanna cum on your cock. Want ..want .want...."

"What jagi? What do you want? Tell me"

"Want you to cum deep inside me", she wails, shocking me, "Please Yoongi. Wanna feel your cum in my pussy. Please"

"You'll get it baby", I promise her, "First you have to cum around my cock one more time"

She nods, hiccuping, "Ooo...ok. Choke me please"

I comply, squeezing her neck as I pound into her sweet pussy

Letting go, I let her breath then choke her again

Her cunt tightens, pulsing so hard, making me groan in pleasure, "Yes fuck. Good pussy"

Loosing my hand, she breathes, then I cut her air off again, pushing through her tightness, feeling each throb acutely against my cock

Her body shakes against me, her nails digging into my arm as she cums, feeling her pussy crying cream

When I let go of her neck, my name breaks the silence as she screams

Her orgasm throws me head first into my own, ecstasy washing over me as I shove my cock deep into her and cum inside her

"Joanne! Fuck jagi!", I yell, feeling her cunt milk my cock as unbelievable pleasure overtakes me, stars bursting in my vision

I've never fucking cum this hard before, my body is fucking shaking

We ride the pleasure together, holding her against me

When we finish, she slumps against me, her head leaning back on my shoulder, her forehead against my neck

I breathe in heavily, keeping her against me so she doesn't fall over

Pulling out, I maneuver so my arm is around her back and my other is under her legs so I can pick her up easily

Standing, I carry her to the bathroom

"Jagi, can you sit up for me?", I ask her as I put her on the sink counter

"Hmmm?", she murmurs, her eyes opening

"Sit up for me baby?"

"Oh, ok", she answers sleepily, sitting up

I still hold on to her because she's swaying but I'm able to reach a hand towel and run it under water

"Open you legs for me baby", I ask her

When she does, I move the towel between them, cleaning her up

I wet my hand and run it through her hair to wipe away some sweat

Taking another towel, I wipe her face, her neck and her chest

When I finish cleaning her up, I clean myself up while still holding on to her

I smile when I look at her, her eyes closed as she sways softly

Pulling her back in my arms, I pick her up again and carry her to my room

Putting her in my bed, I move the blanket over her

"Where... Yoongi...where are we?", she asks, her eyes opening tiredly

"In my room jagi. You're gonna stay with me tonight ok?", I tell her

She nods so sleepily, "Are...are you gonna hold me?"

I smile

Most definitely

But I don't want to seem too eager

"Do you want me too?"

She nods, yawning, "So much. Always want to be in your arms"

I'm shocked hearing her and I wonder if she knows what she's saying

Or if she's just babbling because she's exhausted

I don't know for sure but it sounds as if she's thought about me as more than a friend too

I lift her face to mine, her sleepy eyes gazing into mine

Without thinking, I lean down, pressing my lips to hers

Her hands slide slowly up my chest as she kisses me in the softest, sweetest kiss I've ever had

I fall into her kiss, into the feel of her soft lips against mine

It's everything I didn't know I needed, didn't know I wanted

And I want it with just her

When the kiss ends, she snuggles against me, her head slotted under my chin, her face against my chest

I just smile as I wrap one arm around her, keeping her against me

I run my fingers in her hair with my other hand, feeling the soft strands fall through my fingers

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I say, "Night Jo"

"Night Yoongi", she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my chest

I smile widely as I continue to play with her hair

And it's in this moment, holding her in my arms, cuddling with her that I realize I'm utterly in love with her

It wasn't during sex or eating her out or even hearing about her and Hobi that made me realize it

It's now, in the feeling of how she belongs in my arms, in the feeling of wanting this every night, wanting her next to me every night, in the feeling of not knowing a better way of spending my night than with her that I know I'm in love

And I know, I'll do anything to be with her

Absolutely anything

"I love you", I whisper, fully expecting her to be asleep

"I love you too Yoongi", she murmurs, not opening her eyes

Instead she cuddles into me more and within minutes she's asleep, soft snores coming from her

She has no idea how she just rocked my world

No idea

And I can't wake her up to ask her about it

She's exhausted and she needs sleep

I just hope that I can fall asleep soon so I'm not tortured with thoughts of what will happen tomorrow

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Fingers slowly run in my hair, feeling good as I wake up

I slowly open my eyes, her gorgeous face filling my vision

She's looking at me so lovingly and when she sees I'm awake, she smiles her gorgeous smile

It takes my breath away

She moves closer, kissing me softly

I kiss her back, moving my arms around her, holding her right against me

Her hands move into my hair, her leg going around my waist to get as close to me as possible, the kiss getting heated

Her wet pussy is rubbing against my cock, making me hard

Sliding my hand down her body, I feel her skin tremble against my fingertips

Getting to her ass, I squeeze, pushing her against my dick, my head slipping into her hole

Her hips move down, taking me more inside her and I take that as a cue to move

Pushing my hips forward, I sink into her tight pussy, opening her up on my cock

I slide all the way in, my head against her spot, her body shivering against mine

I pull out then slip back inside her so slowly, feeling every inch of her spreading for me

She moans in my mouth and I swallow it willingly

As I thrust softly into her, I move her on her back, going on top of her

Her hands move to my back, pulling me down, her soft skin flush against mine

Her legs open around my body, letting me thrust into her easier

"Yoongi", she moans between kisses, the sound of my name so pretty in her voice

God, I'm going to want to hear that all the time

I move just a bit faster, still going slow, feeling absolutely everything so acutely

Every clench her pussy does on my length, every gush of juice, every suck pulling me inside her, every inch of her spreading around me

I feel every tremble of her skin, every soft kiss, hear every moan, feel her fingers digging into my back, clinging to me

Her hips move, rolling into mine, meeting my strokes and taking me in deeper

My head hits her spot every thrust, my pelvis rubbing her clit with each move, her pussy getting so tight each time I go in

"Mmm baby", I murmur, both of us moving together, "Feels so good"

She nods, "So good"

I'm in so much pleasure it's insane

I had no idea that slow sex could be so blissful

But of course it's with her

I wouldn't want to feel this way with anyone else

Only her

"Yoongi", she murmurs, so close, her cunt gripping my cock in a vice grip

I am too, the pleasure incredible

Her arms move around my neck, her fingers in my hair, her forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard against each other's lips

I drive my cock into her as she meets me, going in fully

Her body arches as her pussy throbs uncontrollably around my cock, coming all over me as she whimpers my name

"Yoongi! Yoongi!"

Ecstacy tidal waves over me, stars blasting in my vision as I spill my cum inside her

"Joanne! Jagi, fuck"

"Yoongi"

God, it feels so fucking amazing

When we finish, I look down at her, her eyes are already on me

Her fingers bunch the back of my hair, her head lifting, her lips against mine again

I fall into her kiss, wanting her in my arms forever

"Yoongi", she murmurs between kisses, "I love you"

Happiness washes over me as her words sink in

And I realize that she was telling me the truth last night

She really loves me

"I love you Jo", I answer between kisses too, "I love you so much"

She breaks the kiss, looking at me so lovingly

"Do you mean it?", she whispers, "Because I don't think I could take it if it's just something you're saying in the moment. I have been waiting for you for a long time. If you don't mean it then tell me right now"

I had no idea that she's been waiting for me

She's had other boyfriends, I didn't think she saw me that way

She never showed me any indication of her having any feelings for me

I didn't know I had feelings for her until recently

But I love her and I'm not letting her think I don't love her

"I mean it Jo", I tell her, "I started having feelings for you recently. As more than a friend. But it wasn't until last night that I realized I'm completely in love with you"

She hesitates, "Was it because we had sex and then you realized it?"

I shake my head, "No baby. It was when I was holding you last night. When I realized how perfect you fit in my arms, how good it felt to hold you. When I realized that I want you with me every night. That I want nothing more than to spend all my free time, all my nights with you. That's when I realized I'm in love with you"

She smiles softly, "I'm in love with you too Yoongi. For a stupidly long time"

I run my fingers in her hair, "I'm sorry I took so long to see you jagi. But I swear, I will make everything up to you. I promise I'll show you how much I love you everyday"

She smiles nodding, "I promise I'll show you how much I love you too naekkeo"

I smile widely, so utterly happy I have her love

Pressing my lips to hers, we settle back into the bed, arms around each other and just kiss

We're not getting out of bed anytime soon

And I wouldn't have it any other way

#bts yoongi fanfic #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts suga fanfic #suga fanfic #bts yoongi smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi smut #bts suga smut #suga smut #bts fanfic #bts smut

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storiesbyjes2g · 1 day

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3.103 Every day I'm hustlin'

For the next week, I hustled harder than ever. I went to every spa I knew of and taught 2-3 classes a day. I even went back to our gym in Willow Creek to see about teaching, but they had a full-time instructor. We were in no way hurting financially, but I hadn't worked since we got engaged. And honestly? My work activities slowed significantly when I moved in with Sophia. I wanted to spend time with her and be home when she arrived, but she got off work so early it just threw off my whole day. The money tree was in progress and my SimTube video was still doing great, so I didn't have to work so hard. But I felt compelled to, especially after our last conversation about the money tree and my family history. I had to ensure my family would be set up for success by doing any and everything I could while I had few obligations. I didn't enjoy getting home late and seeing my wife only a few hours a day, but I was willing to sacrifice for a short while.

One morning, I woke up and caught Sophia doing push-ups outside. When we chatted on Social Bunny back in the day, she always talked about how much she loved fitness, but I never saw evidence of that when I moved in. Her job sucked the life out of her, leaving her too physically and emotionally drained to do the things she loved. But she was free now and started prioritizing her health and wellness. Her delicious curves would start slowly disappearing, and I mourned my loss but took solace in knowing she'd be happier and healthier.

An idea fell on me, so I went outside to greet her.

"Good morning, my sweet."

I grabbed her hand and kissed it so over-the-top dramatic like they did in the old movies.

"You're awfully romantic this morning!"

That was a new one. I never saw myself as a romantic.

"I'm going to teach at the Desert Bloom Resort today. Would you like to come?"

"Really? You want me there?"

I chuckled.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know... Some sims get nervous about friends and loved ones seeing them in action."

"Oh. Well, that's definitely not me, seeing as I used my friends and family to get started."

"Okay then! Let me text Rashidah. She was gonna come by this afternoon, but I'll tell her to come later."

We ate, got dressed, and headed to the spa. The class was almost full, which made me happy, but I never had so many sims unwilling to try. Like, I knew everyone came with varying levels of fitness, and I never did complicated routines because of that. Alternate poses existed for that very reason, but half of my class just stood there. Why pay and not participate? It must be nice to have money to waste.

Sophia had taken a mat in the back, so I couldn't see her very well. But every time I caught a glimpse of her, she struggled. By the end of class, she looked miserable.

"Everything hurts," she said. "I pulled muscles I didn't even know I had!"

I didn't enjoy seeing her miserable, but her talking about muscles she didn't know she had made me chuckle a little. I knew just the thing to cheer her up.

"Come with me."

I led her upstairs to the massage rooms and found a masseuse who wasn't busy.

"Hi," I said.

"Oh, hey. You're the yoga guy, right?"

"Yeah, I'm Luca. This is my wife, Sophia. Would you mind if I borrowed your table? I'll pay if-"

"Have at it, bro. I get paid the hour. But if you don't mind, I'm gonna stay in the room. Can't let them see me slacking, ya know?"

"Sophia? Do you mind if she stays?"

"Not at all! This is so exciting and romantical!"

She changed into a towel and hopped on the table, and I attempted to melt away her pain.

I wondered why she thought it was romantic, though. Was it because of her history? Or was it mine? I had an unused skill, and my wife had a need. Was being a good husband romantic? Regardless, I was glad she enjoyed the massage. Too bad weren't alone, though. I could have massaged everything and made sure she had a very happy ending. But I behaved, and Sophia left feeling much better. Maybe I should get a table for the new house....

She wanted to check out the rest of the facility as she'd never been before, so I went downstairs to the gym. The punching bag made me remember me, Maia, and Dub's debate about the best exercise, and I told him I gained all my muscle from yoga, never lifting weights or punching a bag. I went a few rounds, and it was honestly kind of fun. I let out steam I didn't know I had and felt my muscles engaging and contracting so much I knew if I kept it up I'd be walking around looking like Llama Man. No disrespect to him, but the superhero look was not for me. The weights and punching bag would have to remain an occasional activity.

Rashidah came by later, just like Sophia said. I didn't want to be rude and ignore her, but I also didn't want to be all up in their business, so I stayed and chatted with them for a little while before excusing myself. It occurred to me I hadn't checked on the money tree in a while, so I hurried outside to see if it was okay.

Good thing I caught it when I did because it was full of weeds, and the leaves had withered. The soil was still pretty damp from my initial watering, so I guess the weeds were choking it out. I never aspired to be a gardener. Apart from Mama making me water and weed her soy plants, I didn't know a thing about it or care. But my family's future now required me to get on board. Luckily, I only had one tree to tend, not an entire garden. I could manage that for a lifetime of financial freedom.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #rashidah watson

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grapecaseschoices · 1 day

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OC in 15: Kendis Crawford-Louel

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @deepinifhell and am woefully delayed in getting on this.

Tagging: @thedeadthree @thee-morrigan @nat-seal-well @nightingalesighs @laufire @lusavors @cypresswrites @thelittlestspider @mt07131 @roxaro @quaxorascal @tuomniia @andthatisnotfake @sunshineandviolets @sapphic-story [tagged fifteen peeps! i think! and as always no pressure!]

Most of the dialogue from old rp stuff repurposed for this meme, some from unposted stuff, and a few I made up for this. (As warning: some cussing)

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1] However, strangeness of the situation proves that the metal gates aren’t fully down around the castle, because she bites out, bluntly, “No! No. I’m not okay.” Her breath hitches. “Don’t. D-don’t follow that up with another question. I thought we talked about this.”

By ‘we’ and ‘talked’, she meant the time she summarily shut down his last attempt to dig deeper. It should’ve been obvious by now that Kendis didn’t like accepting what they insisted on dishing out.

2] "Yook, Kenny, yook!"

"What'm I lookin' at, teeny tyke? --- Well, now. Look at that! Is that me? In fact, I know that's me. That's the second prettiest person in this entire art of prettiness. And is the one right next to me you? It's got to be 'cause that's definitely the prettiest person in this."

"You siwwy, Kenny. Boys not be pretty!"

"Am I? Well, if you're sayin' that's right then I'll consider it. But being silly doesn't mean I'm wrooooong~. Boys can be very pretty, kiddo. People can be whatever they wanna be so long as they're --- kind, yeah? And you're the kindest, prettiest, most talented teeny tyke, I've ever known. Oh, now you're laughin' at me, huh? Well, Ima show you 'bout that teeny brat."

3] "Who invented white allosexuals, like for real? Someone return this woman to sender."

4] "We're not even four days into a fucking New Year and this shit stain is stinkin' up the place."

5] "And I get that it's different things for different people. But I rather lose a place, than lose the people that matter with it."

6] "I know you've probs been lied to lately. But you're really not cute."

7] "He obvi picked bad pics on purpose, you Italian booger."

8] "I'm like Siri. Except better looking, smarter, much louder, and not an AI slave to a hegemonic hell-hole that stole the name of one of the best fruits. Like ever."

9] "Um, excuse you. I'm not reckless. What 'bout me screams the self sacrifice type?"

10] "Hey. Hey! Look at me! That's it ... slow breaths. I've got you. Do you -- you're okay, slowly ... Do you remember what I told you last week? Just nod. I've got you. I've got ya. You remember this? That's my pinky. We pinky promised -- the biggest and most bindable way to lock in a promise, yeah? And you may not know this about me, but I don't make promises that I can't see through. I said you're gonna be okay. And I mean that. I'm gonna make it happen, okay? I'll -- I'm here now and I'll be there at the end. Prommy, prommy, prommy, prommy, pro -- oh, a laugh, huh? Ha. That's what I like hearing. Leave the worryin' to me, dude."

11] "If this human version of a mutated ingrown armpit hair follicle don't get up off my face in the next 10, 9, 8, 7, …."

12] “Ow! Fudging snowcaps! That bitch hur –” They stopped mid-yelling but simply began complaining underneath their breath.

13] "I'm --," Kendis gestured sharply with their right hand as if orchestrating their feelings or encouraging Morgan to jump in. Not that they gave her much of a chance when they quickly added, "You know."

"You're?" Morgan smirked, "You know? I don't think I do."

"Yes. You do."

"Nah, nothing's ringing a bell."

"Well, that's probably all the brain damage you got from the last fight."

"Right. I remember that. The fight where I got stabbed instead of you."

Kendis' nostrils flare and their jaw clenches so tightly Morgan almost feels a sympathy twinge in her own teeth.

14]

“Then why won’t you tell me you love me? Maybe a little reward so I can be brave?”

“‘Cause a face full of kisses wasn’t enough? Wow.”

“Sure, it was nice but this is a big deal. I think I deserve a bigger reward.”

“Aren’t rewards for after you actually do the stuff?”

“You’re right. How about you say ‘I love you’ just because you do!”

“You look cute when you pout an’ you’re gonna be late.”

“Please, Kendis? We’ve been dating for a while now and … That is – Unless – You don’t.”

“I don’t what?”

“You know you are always avoiding it, saying how you feel about me, and you’ve never come close to saying the words .. and sometimes I’ve wondered … I’ve been very patient the last several months –”

“Then keep on with that.”

“Okay. Okay. Kendis. Do you love me?”

“Can we talk about this later? This ain’t as black an’ white as you’re making it look like.”

“But it is. It is a very black and white question with a very black and white answer. Do you love me?”

“Austyn. Austyn? Stop that! What’re you doin’? Don’t. You’re – fuckin’ –”

“These are the notes I wrote you. Look at them. Look how far they reach on your floor. Look!”

“No”

“You never even wrote it back. I kept saying it and writing it and you never gave anything back … B-because … because you don’t.”

“I never gave – We’re not doin’ this right now. Again. Why’re you doin’ this right now? We don’t even have the time to really get into -”

“What is there to get into? It’s yes or no, Kendis! If you say that, then it will be all settled.”

“Maybe stop cuttin’ me off an’ let me speak.”

“You cut me off first! And don’t you start raising your voice at me!”

“You started that shit first, yourself! What is with you?”

“Why are you acting like I am overreacting? I’m not! It isn’t wrong to want to know whether or not my best friend is in love with me. It isn’t wrong to know if you really see a future with us together or if you’ve been just tagging along because I’m one of the very few other out girls in school.”

“You called me your best friend.”

“What?”

“You should know how I feel. You say I don’t give you nothin’ back but that’s a damn lie an’ you know it.”

“Then why don’t you say it? I say it all the time!”

“But are you really meanin’ it?”

“Uh - Wha – EXCUSE ME!?!!”

“Are you? How can I say those words to someone that's not a sure thing? You talk a lot about a future that ain’t here but what you really got to say for the now.”

“Wow. Asshole.”

“Takes one.”

“Fine. Don’t love me. I think it’s best if we take some space right now and reconsider our priorities.”

“Austyn. I didn’t mean – Austyn this is silly.”’

“Is it?”

“Why're we even doin’ this right now? What about the formal?”

“Don’t call me unless I call you.”

“Austyn!”

“Don’t.”

“You know what? Fuck you.”

“Apparently not even in the next few months, asshole.”

15]

Kendis narrowed her eyes but forced herself to take a deep breath, “You. Bumped into. Me!” Honestly, that was a generous and kind assessment. If Kendis had been human, she doubted she would’ve been able to stand with only a headache and a bad mood to show for it.

“Yeah, because you slowed down when you weren’t supposed to! I was keeping pace with you, speeding by the way, and then allva sudden –”

“I know you’re not blaming me for any of this, let alone your speeding, you Stranger Things reject.”

“Excuse me?”

Kendis felt that anger again – no, they could almost taste it. It was just wafting off the air from the shifter in front of them. It was churning up their stomach like sick, this anger that wasn’t their rage.

It was restless, like her’s was, but was also too hard, too cold.

Not right, not right. The warning blared in Kendis’ gut. Something was off and they needed to leave.

“Don’t!” They warned when the person reached out to grab at them, clearly making Kendis ready to skedaddle. The sharp yell struck out like a roll of thunder, loud and final enough to make this person hesitate, before Kendis’ voice dropped into a growl, “Don’t. Touch. Me.” [x]

#insight: kendis crawford louel #oc: kendis crawford louel #kendis x austyn #i wrote this great exchange for morgan and kendis but it deleted so fuck that #effing tumblr #grapecase writes #also i had a bunch of people tagged but it didnt save and idr who i tagged and i dont remember who has been tagged before so #im winging it and if i missed you im sorry. just do it and tag me. and i double tag you im sorry #as always no pressure #the longer stuff is toward the end #so long post #i'm not satisfied with number two but i've decided to stop fussing

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beetleviolet · 6 hours

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So. Uh. @midwesternvibes I've kinda been spamming your profile lately (my b) buuut I wrote something inspired by this villain Leo analysis, especially your unique perspective on why Splinter made Leo the new leader. Super cool! I hadn't thought about it like that!/gen

I didn't go in a villain direction because YOU ARE LITERALLY KILLING IT I AM SO INVESTED YOU DONT EVEN KNOW BRO!

This is more hurt/comfort. Feel free to ignore or enjoy :)

Tw: arguing, child neglect/emotional neglect, childhood trauma, and reference to suicide, but in reference to Leo's prison dimension stunt so uh. Kind of suicide.

Ironically, it was Splinter's idea.

He wasn't the best father, that much he knew, but he wanted to be better. He couldn't hide from his problems behind a TV screen, not anymore. Not when he had 4 big, big problems that he had caused.

He brought the idea to Michelangelo first, always the most willing for second chances and growth. Orange didn't look as ecstatic as he might have months ago, no, he had grown in those few months, perhaps too much. He studied Splinter for a moment before a small, hopeful smile,

“I'm glad you want to try.” And, well, if Splinter wouldn't do anything for his sons before, he would do everything for them now.

“Go with Leo first.” Splinter tilted his head. He had been planning to go with Purple, the most obviously insecure, or maybe Red, who would accept the affection easily.

“With Blue? Why?”

“Just trust me.” Mikey said, “And be nice!” Be nice. Why wouldn't he be nice? It kind of hurt that his son thought otherwise, perhaps a kind of hurt he deserved.

Blue was slippery. He snuck out of any invitation, like he could smell what Splinter was thinking. Mikey had more than one hushed conversation with him, tucked away in his subway car with the door closed.

Finally, after almost two weeks of trying, Blue agreed to go out for a walk. And that was that.

Leonardo was… abrasive. Obnoxious at best and an egomaniac at worst. It was odd that Orange had suggested that Splinter spend time with Leo, the most confident, and the most well adjusted after the events with the Krang.

Maybe this would be a sort of warm up, an easier bonding experience before he had to deal with Red or Purple.

Hm. “Deal with” probably wasn't the right phrase. Take care of? Help? He wanted to help.

Blue prattled away, as always, talking about anything under (and over) the sun. Making joke after joke. None of them were very funny, Splinter preferred Purple's dry sense of humor. His Lou Jitsu days were so full of puns, he found he could hardly stand them anymore, but he gave a couple pity laughs. Mikey had told him to be nice, after all.

“So, you ready to head home, Daddio?” Splinter glanced at Leo's face, which was spreading an easy smile,

“What- it has only been fifteen minutes!” Blue shrugged, not slowing. They had been walking aimlessly around Central Park, Leo with a slice of pizza and Splinter with a soft pretzel.

“And I don't think you want to break that streak.” He said it in that animated tone he always took on when he was joking. But this time, it wasn't funny. Or, well, more not-funny than usual.

“What streak?”

“Angie said if you made fun of me, I could go home.” Splinter stumbled, having to press forward faster to keep up with Leonardo's unfaltering steps. Angie said if you made fun of me, I could go home.

“Why would I make fun of you?” To a stranger, Leonardo would appear unaffected, but Splinter caught the downward twitch of his brow, the sudden tensing of his shoulders, quickly hidden as his hands rose to rest on the back of his head, his expression smoothed into something nicer, so quickly, it might have been a passing shadow. He wouldn't notice if he was a stranger. He might have noticed sooner if he barely wasn't.

Leo did something rare. He hesitated, covering it up with a shrug and a glance to his left. Casual, easy-going. He laughed, something high and sweet. And then he didn't say anything more.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“Why would I make fun of you?”

“Kidding, Pops.” He assured, picture perfect grin. A blink, and Splinter almost felt like he was looking in a mirror, 17 years ago.

Splinter wracked his brain, trying to remember all of the parenting books he had asked April to get for him.

Take accountability, he had read, you have to show respect for your children, and apologize when you make a mistake.

Splinter had never been very good at apologizing. Maybe it came from being a movie star. Maybe it came from before. His Grandfather used to make him his favorite foods, cut him the sweetest fruit. Splinter didn't think there were enough strawberries in the world to make up for everything.

He might as well start. Give it a try. Let Blue know that he was trying.

“I would like to apologize to you.” This time, it was Leo who faltered. He played it off as a trip, and brought his hands down. Suddenly Splinter was looking at a little turtle, sitting on the kitchen counter, fidgeting with his fingers and sneaking a glance at the broken glass beneath him. Sneaking glances at Splinter. Leo was a much better actor now then all those years ago, maybe a better actor then Splinter ever was, but he still picked at his nails.

“You… what?” Leo said with a laugh, letting his genuine confusion shine through. Splinter gestured to a nearby bench,

“Come, sit with me.”

“Um, I'd love to but, see, I promised Donnie-”

“Leonardo.” Splinter was expecting resistance, a groan or dragging feet.

He wasn't expecting a full body flinch.

Take accountability.

Be nice.

Looking out at the sidewalk, Splinter could almost see a little Baby Blue, only 5 years old, a tiny turtle all wrapped in clothes and sneaking towards the pidgins, hell-bent on catching one. Weeks later, when Splinter had stopped going out, Blue actually managed it. He was with Red at the time, and he had told Splinter about it excitedly that night, shouting to be heard over the noise of the TV. Turning up the volume was so easy. Up, up, up, and everything would leave Splinter alone.

“...I am sorry I snapped.” He said, softer. Leonardo didn't look at him, but his brow twitched, so quickly disguised. Be up front, and honest. “I will not force you, but I would like to have a conversation with you.” Splinter watched patiently as Blue scratched the back of his neck, fumbling out a couple starts to excuses, before petering out and sitting beside him on the bench.

Up, up, up, and he would leave his everything alone. All alone.

“I have not been a good father.” Leo hesitated, like he wanted to object, “You do not have to say anything.” So he didn't. “I left you- all of you alone when you needed me, time and time again.” Deep breath. Ok, “I am sorry.” A moment of silence, then another.

And then Blue began to laugh.

It wasn't his high, silly laugh, when Donatello fell over or Michelangelo was sassy, or his big, performative chuckle, when making a joke or in front of a crowd, or even that sweet giggle that he had long grown out of, from hugs or tickling or watching a silly show.

No, this was new.

This was crackling, high up in his throat and covering his eyes with a hand, a shake of his head. This was filling time so he didn't have to speak, covering his eyes so he didn't have to look, this was his son hiding away, this was paint spread over Hamato Leonardo so it looked pretty. And deep, deep down, this was a flicker of hope, tucked away so no one could see when they blew it out.

“..Is this a joke?” There were no cracks in the armor of his voice, but his fingers twitched and tapped together, eyes still looking away.

“No.” Splinter assured. Leo laughed again, this time shorter, a little sharper,

“I think you misunderstand,” He chuckled, the performance one, “I. Am. Leo!” He said each word slowly, dripping with sarcasm, “This seems like more of a.. Splinter-Mikey conversation.” He smiled. Mirrored.

“I have talked to your brother already.” Splinter explained, still a little confused. Where was this going? “But I wanted to apologize to you as well.” Leo studied him. Really studied him, up and down. His brow twitched before melting back into his usual expression. Pleasant, smooth, easy-on-the-eyes. He smiled. Splinter was beginning to hate that smile.

“Let's just head home, we were going to hang out with April-”

“But I wanted-”

“We don't have to do this!” There was the snap Splinter had been anticipating. Leonardo's eye contact was sharp, face almost exasperated. Almost.

“...do what?” Splinter asked.

“This!” Leo gestured between them, “I've given you, like, two different chances to opt out!”

“I do not want to opt out.”

“Well that's a first!”

And

Ouch.

Leo looked away, deflating.

“Sorry.” He muttered, hand over the back of his neck.

Accountability. Apologize.

“No, you are right, and I am sorry for that, but I want to spend time with you now.”

“Why?” There were no lies in the question, no distant undertones or cover ups. It was the first deeply honest thing Splinter had heard from Blue that day, maybe even that year.

“Because you are my son, and you deserve to have someone looking out for you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are a person.” Leo looked like he wanted to say something, another snap perhaps, one true and stinging, but he just looked away.

“...stop messing with me.”

“I am not.”

“Just stop!” There was no one around them to look up at the shout, “Just- Can we just go home already?”

“I want to-”

“Spend time with me, right?” Leo rushed on, “What would that do, huh!? I'm sure you'd rather be with Donnie or- or anybody!”

“I do not-”

“Did I have to earn it? Is that what this is? Did I finally do it!?” Tears.

“Earn what?”

“This!” His voice cracked as he gestured in between them. “You- you never wanted to do this before! Did-” He swallowed, “Is it because I'm taking things seriously now? Is that all? I just had to try and kill myself and you'd actually love me!?”

“I've always loved you!” Splinter cried, horrified. And Blue…

His Baby Blue laughed at him, hand over face to wipe his eyes.

“It is true!” Splinter felt his own eyes began to water as well. It had been… how long since his son had cried to him? “And I am a fool to ever let you believe otherwise!”

“I don't care!” Leo almost snarled, “I don't-!” He stopped himself, tucked his head down with his hands on his knees. A collection of leaves blew across the sidewalk, causing a pigeon to startle, settling down a few steps later and pecking at the ground. Leonardo kept his tears silent and steady, sitting on the bench with his hands gripping his knees, almost like seiza.

“..Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” A small hitch. Leo kept his eyes down.

“Why did you make me leader?” That… wasn't what Splinter had been expecting.

“Because Raphael-”

“Needed a break.” Leo finished. Splinter tried not to be irked at the interruption, “Needed to chill out, right? It was hurting him.” He looked right at him, “Right, Splinter?” The first name rolled so easily off of his tongue. He didn't wait long for an answer, “But better it hurt me then him, right? Since I'm already such a fucking screw up, you might as well finish the job!”

“Leonardo-”

“What did I ever do to you?” His voice had a ring to it, a rare one. Honesty. That honest, genuine tone that always came with the "I love you"'s and the ‘hey, its okay"'s and the oh so rare "I'm sorry"'s. Shaky and truthful and hard as a diamond, “I wanted you so bad, I just want- Dad just-”

There were no parenting books for this.

Blue let him sit in startled silence, taking his time to wipe his tears.

Splinter had fucked up. Badly. And he was 10 years too late to fix it all.

But he had to try. Try again and again until his son knew he wasn't kidding. He wasn't joking. He might never forgive him, but Splinter wasn't joking.

“I do agree with you, Red needed a break.” Splinter leaned back on the bench and looked at the sky, giving Leo some privacy, “I did not mean to pass that burden on to you. In all honesty, I did not think about it. You are incredibly strong, my son," Blue stiffened at the compliment, "I did not realize how much stress was being put on you. That is my mistake, and I am so incredibly sorry for it.” Leo brought his leg up and hugged it to his chest, looking away.

“I made you the leader because I thought it would help you grow. Because you are clever, and brave, and can keep your brother's out of trouble without them even knowing it.” Leo huffed out his nose, almost amused. “You are not a screw up. You are a person who makes mistakes and learns, just like any other person.” Splinter took a deep breath. Now for the hard part, “My neglect was no fault of yours.” He was expecting more silence.

Instead, there came a choked sob.

Leo held his knee tight to his chest, tucking his face away. His hood was up. Splinter reached out a hand, pressing it against his son's shell.

“It is not your fault.”

Leo didn't speak to him for the rest of the day, hiding in his room as soon as they got home, but not before leaning into his touch, shoulders relaxing, just a little.

#may have gone overboard but #a love writing about characters mindsets #love the OG idea sm i am so excited to see more villain leo he has my heart and I WILL be drawing him #rottmnt #save rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leonardo #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fics

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I'm SO sad that I have to cook dinner tonight. absolutely devastated. but if I don't do it there are consequences (not eating good food)

#ktxt #I'm gonna try boiling/slow cooking some chicken in the peanut sauce and see if that works out for me at all #I do Not feel like trying to defrost that shit so dinner might just be late oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#downfalls of deciding I was going to be a meat eater last week and then remembering I don't know how to cook it and its kinda gross #thats ok though! if this works then I will know that it's a good way to cook 👍#food /

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pearl-kite · 10 months

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got sent home early today because we're properly staffed and I was one of the earliest in

it felt less optional than the last few times I went home early though, and was close to three hours early, which, on top of how That One Pharmacist irked me about me trying to do some of my capstone reading in between customers, had me going home nearly livid

decided TODAY I AM GOING TO GET THAT FUCKING BIKE DOWN AND GO RIDE

eventually did

got on bike

started to ride

holyfuckingshitIamtoooutofshapeforthis

I only made it a few blocks before I had to turn around :c

I can do squats fine, btw. I am regularly squatting at work to grab script bags on the bottom hanger and standing straight up from that squat unaided. My legs are not pathetic by any means

My biking muscles, on the other hand, apparently wanted to have a good laugh

#kite rambles #I've been feeling uncomfortable in my clothes lately #like I have tried VERY VERY hard to unlearn the body image issues my mom inadvertently tried very hard to instill in me #so I'm trying not to have an issue with the weight in terms of the number #but it is hard to ignore that my clothes have begun to feel a bit restrictive lately #and I can't afford to just go buy new ones #so my deal with myself is to start taking the bike out after work on shifts that end at 4 or 5 (or 2:30 >:c )#so today was day 1 I guess #but no I've been reading and highlighting sources for my capstone during slow times at work for the entire week #TODAY that one pharm was like 'you can't do non-work things like that'#like hi bitch you're not actually my boss and literally no one else has had an issue despite me very clearly not hiding it so fuck off #if I hadn't been the only one sent early I honestly would have felt a bit targeted though #so maybe it's time to look elsewhere for a job #cause I was not shy about letting them know I wasn't happy to leave close to three hours early #and her response was basically tough luck it's going to happen a lot over the summer when we actually have proper staffing #and it's like oh okay well then maybe I should find somewhere that won't cut my hours #or will at least sympathize with me about it #GUYS I HAVE BEEN SO SHORT TEMPERED LATELY HELP #I don't know if it's a meds thing or not and I worryyyyy

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hourglass-full-of-stars · 8 months

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it's all a bit weird and strange

#sfhsdjkhgsdfhsjifhsdifhsdf #it's like fine #i had some water #and it's like fine but also college starts in two weeks i should really do my transfer application but i'm scared i'm also scared that i am #not having the Correct experience #everything is so hard when i think about it for more than five seconds #i'm not really looking forward to my schedule this semester #and i know i'm just a sophomore but i feel like everything i smoving too quickly what happens after i graduate college time is moving so fa #and yet so slow at the same time #i can't hold onto it it's gotten away from me it's like 19 years have gotten away from me #my stuff #and like all i wanna do is write and read and watch the strange planet show and do all my tasks but to do all those things seems to hard bu #i know if i can do all those things i can be a person #and i AM a person it's just #ugh #sometimes i find it so difficult to like myself #and like i get it don't we all #idk but i think when you think about your life you shouldn't just want to cry #take it one day at a time i guess #should sleep it's late i know #everything is too fast and too much all the time #but it's fine

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 1 year

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The past few weekends I’ve been studying basically 12 hours each day and I’m honestly surprised I’m still not burnt out

#i can't slow down and study less hours either that's the worst thing #i should in fact speed up and study even more #because i feel like I'm not fast enough #and with how slow i'm going i will be done too late to go over everything and not panic #i will absolutely break down the week before exams if i don't speed up #rn i'm doing two to three themes per weekend but i should be doing four or five #and it's bugging me a lot #but at the same time i'm torn between that and having insufficient or incorrect information #so i always try to research a lot #but when i ersearch it takes a fuckload of time #and it's so hard to work fast like that #let alone study for day-to-day lessons beside it #i do only when there's a test coming that i know about #but only for like half an hour at most #and then go back to researching the grand exam topics #it's the only thing on my mind rn #PLUS my mother is always bugging me about getting a driver's license #i canNOT be studying anything else right now mother thank you and fuck off #i'm stressed enough as is #i don't need any more hours of my time taken away from me #i already have none #like #i haven't played the witcher in MONTHS #i play phone games when i'm on the bus #genshin three times a week for like 20 minutes #but that's about it #i haven't even begun prepping for my native language exam #that's another huge batch of shit i need to learn #fuck this honestly

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rosinantecigarettes · 7 months

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★ ★ WHAT IS LOVE? ★ ★

what's real love for them. (ft. sanji, law and corazon). part 1/?

content warning: plus sized!reader. mentions of younger law in cora's part. proofread. partially nsfw. size difference. blowjob. overstimulation. cunnilingus. cockwarming. slight belly bulge. slight praise kink.

a.n: my first post! I'm afraid ngl, but I really hope yall like it. Idk why i took so fckn long tho??? I was really lazy I'm sorry sbehwjsvwga

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

when you care about the little things about him, remembering things he told weeks, even months ago. letting him know you hear and pay attention to everything he says.

when you take him off the kitchen, forcing him to rest, he'll ''complain'' about it, but he's so grateful and head over heels when you massage his tense muscles, letting out a sigh as you reach his sore shoulders.

when you trust enough for him to lay on your fluffy belly, caressing his hair. that was the best nap he ever took.

when you lecture luffy for asking sanji to cook for him so late at night, letting the blonde go to sleep a little earlier. he really loves how you care about his well-being.

when you help him in the kitchen, he insists he don't need help, that you should rest, but you're stubborn, helping him in every way you can. he swears he can't fall in love more that he already did, but you always proved he was terrebly wrong.

when he sees your fucked out expression after eating you out for hours. your throat sore from screaming his name, your hands on his messy hair. "just one more, mon chèri... for me?"

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍

when the first instinct that you have when he fall for the thousand time, is helping him get up and asking if he's okay.

when he gets home late at night and sees you're sat on the couch with a book in hand, waiting for him so you'll both go to bed together.

when you look into his eyes everytime he smiles, "you look so cute when you smile, rosi" you say, and as his cheeks burns, you smile too, knowing well what you do to him.

when, on one of the nights he can't sleep, you hug him from behind and kiss behind his ear and neck, making him relax in bed; reassuring him with your presence.

when he sees you and law getting along with each other; he sees law opening more with you and he cant help but smile at the sight of you and him talking about "Sora, the warrior of the sea" while law smiles.

when you try to take all of his cock in your mouth, it barely fitting as you look at him all innocent with tears in your eyes. his hand on your hair as he fight back the urge to fuck your face. "that's it cariño... you're doing so well"

𝐋𝐀𝐖

when, in the middle of the night, you go to his office and lay your head on his shoulder, mumbling that the bed is cold without him, leaving him with no choice but to cuddle with you in bed.

when you're laying on his chest and trace his tattoos, slow and delicate fingertips running through everywhere the black ink is.

when you let him lay on your breasts, his hand passing on your belly while the other arm is around your waist. your right hand is on his raven hair while the other is caressing his back.

when you chuckle while he look serious patching your wound from a recent fight. "what is it?" "you look cute when you're trying to look serious"

when you come into his office, onigiris in hand while you remind him that he have to eat and rest. you're always so good to him... he really dont know what he would do without you.

when you're on his lap, his dick so deep inside you while you try not to move too much. he points at your tummy "you see that, dear? I'm so deep in you... you're so good to me, taking care of me so well..." he says and kiss your neck, leaving you a moaning mess.

#one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #corazon x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #sanji fluff #law fluff #fanfiction #sanji smut #law smut #corazon smut #one piece smut

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bumblequinn · 6 months

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hi @sourpatchsquids! thank you for your question.

as an artist with ADHD, i know this struggle very well. unfortunately offering advice on this kind of thing can be tricky, because what works for me may not work for you (and vice versa!). nonetheless, i can try; take whatever works for you, forget the rest, or reshape any part of it as you see fit. :)

but before i offer any actual tools, i have one caveat. i want you to take a moment to reflect and consider if you should be:

changing expectations

the timing of this question seems fated, because just the other day i had a therapy session wherein i expressed my grief and frustration over struggling to work lately due to my seasonal depression. it's not fair that i'm struggling just because it got a little darker outside! i just want the spark i had in the summer! i was so much more consistent!

my therapist's response: nothing about human beings is consistent. we get sick, we get tired, we get hungry and thirsty (and thirsty) and sad and lonely and restless and stressed and overwhelmed. this all gets amplified for folks who are atypical in some way or another.

when my therapist compared our seasonal cycles to those of plants and other animals, who wilt and slow down and hibernate, i protested aloud that i wanted to be a perennial instead. at this she said: even perennials change with the seasons. rose bushes have to be pruned, sometimes down to half their height! it was a dose of perspective i didn't particularly want, but really needed.

so when you're struggling to work through executive dysfunction, burnout, or brain fog, it can help to first check in with yourself about a few things. what do you have the capacity for right now? do you need any accommodation? and if so, what changes you might make to accommodate yourself?

with practice and self reflection, i've learned a handful of specific routines that help me when i'm struggling with creative work, which i'll detail next. note that while your question is specifically about music and i am specifically a musician, i believe that all of these suggestions can apply to most any form of digital creative work.

with that in mind:

#1: work slower

when i'm at the top of my game, i can get a LOT done in a day. but when i'm depressed, fatigued, or distracted, i just can't go full steam. sometimes i'll try to convince myself that i can if i just push harder, but what actually ends up happening is that i'm just fiddling with settings and going in circles rather than moving forward.

instead of that, when i want to work a lot but can't, i try to work slow. how slow? however slow i need to. take four hours to figure out the melody for a single verse. take all day to figure out that drum groove. yeah, i take a lot of breaks in between. who says i have to be my Absolute Most Productive Every Day Or Else? that's the puritan work ethic talking. kill it. be kind to yourself.

i'm reminded of advice i once read about some super successful and prolific author (gaiman? king? pratchett?) who said they wrote only four hundred words every weekday. that's already less than the word count of this post, and i'm only—[travels into the future to check my final word count]... 22.8% of the way through writing it!

now, i don't think i could function that way, because ADHD means some days i'm hyperfocused like crazy, and other days i just have no steam at all (more on that in #4-6). but it seems to me that if even someone highly respected in their profession can achieve what they have with only a little bit of work on a regular basis, maybe i don't have to punish myself for not pumping out a finished work every single week.

doing less work per day means you're much less likely to burn out, which does a lot for working more consistently. if that consistency still doesn't look like a five-day work week, that's okay! as long as it helps you work even a little more often when you want to, it's something worth doing.

however, if you're still feeling truly stuck, all hope isn't lost. you can still try:

#2: switch projects

sometimes the reason i'm moving slow is because of a bad brain day, but sometimes the reason is that i just cannot muster the motivation to do the specific task i'm trying to do right now. ADHD is fueled by novelty and interest, and if i'm not interested in what i'm doing, or it's feeling stale, that's a sign that i need to switch gears.

this is why first it's helpful for me to have more than one project going at a time. this might mean completely unrelated works, or it might just mean related tracks as with the music for a game like SLARPG or susan taxpayer.

the idea here is not to start a dozen different projects and bounce around them like i'm playing whac-a-mole—though i have done that. (i don't recommend it.) the idea here is to have a manageable number of different projects i can be working on so that if i get bored or stuck on something, i have fallback options.

what that number of projects is depends entirely on the week. maybe right now it's two, maybe another time it's three. i would probably be getting carried away if i tried more than that, but that's just my own limit. maybe yours is different. that's something for you to think about.

but it doesn't have to stop there.

#3: switch focus

maybe there is this one project that i just HAVE to work on, but the task i'm trying to do at this stage just isn't coming to me. okay, well, why don't i try working on a different task?

let's say i can't figure out what i want to do with the melody in one part of the song:

what if i try jumping ahead to a different part of the melody? ...no, i'm stumped on melodies today. okay, how about working on the drums instead? ...hmm no, i think i'm just completely tapped out on writing parts right now. alright, what if i organized my tracks, making sure they're all grouped and named in a way that i can work with easily? what if i did a rough volume balance for the mix?

and so on. if that's not enough to shake the off stuckness, i might consider: what can i do to make this project more interesting to me?

what happens if i try using an instrument or effect that i almost never reach for? what if i try sampling something obscure? what if i bang out the drums using my midi keyboard instead of drawing it in on the piano roll?

any approach that breaks me out of my usual habits is bound to get that feeling of novelty and fun back when i need it.

or maybe i can't do any of that right now, and so i take the time to answer a question from a fellow musician instead. i consider that part of my work, too, in a broader sense. check in with yourself and figure out what you can do right now. the rest will still be there later.

but okay, let's say you try switching gears, and switching again, and again, and nothing is moving. you try new approaches, but that wall of awful is insurmountable in this moment. it happens! the next thing you might try is:

#4: learn something new

when you aren't able to make progress on your projects, you can still make progress on your knowledge and craft. i often find this stokes a flame of inspiration in me where there wasn't one before. and even when it doesn't, it still gets my brain out of that feeling of stuckness and dread and into one of thought and action. learning also benefits in the long term because it adds to the well of knowledge from which you draw for all your future works.

for all the awfulness that exists on the internet, it remains an absolute treasure trove of teaching. there's an endless ocean of videos, blog posts, and articles from which you might learn something about your craft. (and if you sail the seven seas, plenty of book PDFs as well. 🦜🏴‍☠️)

it's true that the quality and depth of information out there can vary wildly, but in my experience most resources get at least some things right. and the more you research, practice, and figure out what works for you, the better you will learn to differentiate between the advice worth keeping, and the advice to forget. (that goes for all of what i'm saying here, too!)

that said, since our shared focus is music, a few resources i would highly recommend are:

music theory and composition music matters, 12tone, charles cornell, music with myles, 8-bit music theory, and this introduction by andrew huang

mixing and production dan worrall (especially this series for fabfilter), kush after hours, red means recording, andrew huang, alice yalcin efe, in the mix

general inspiration nahre sol, ben levin, david hilowitz, game score fanfare, posy, jerobeam fenderson, open reel ensemble, and ELECTRONICOS FANTASTICOS!

(if any readers have their own helpful resources for creating music or any other media, feel free to share in the replies & reblogs! 💓)

of course, on an especially bad day, it might be a challenge to seek out information, let alone retain it. that can feel pretty bad, but remember: be kind to yourself. the next thing you might consider trying is:

#5: consume art you love

not just music. books. shows. movies. games. illustration. animation. whatever moves and inspires you.

but do it intentionally. don't just pull up some random thing the algorithm suggested! check in with yourself about what you want (or are able) to engage with right now. choose accordingly. if you get a little way into it and realize it's not scratching that itch, hit the bricks. check in with yourself again. wash, rinse, repeat, until you find whatever it is that speaks to you right now.

and do it actively, if you can. don't just let it go in one eye and out the other! really pay attention to the work. what do you like about it? what are its themes and motifs? what makes it work so well? what are its flaws, and how much do they matter? what might you do differently? you can write notes as you do this if it helps, but even simply noticing and thinking goes a long way.

what you don't want to do is come at this with a lens of shame or envy. you're not here just to say to yourself, "ugh, if only i could do THAT." it's okay if it happens. use that thought as a springboard for curiosity: "well okay, how DID they do that? do i have the resources for it? if so, how could i apply that to my own work? if not, how can i adapt it, or what do i need to learn?" keep your mind open and approach the work with a sense of wonder.

as a creative person, it's very easy to think, "i should be making something right now, not watching a movie!" but that thought forgets something vital: your art is a response in a conversation. of course the "language" you use is your own, and maybe if you're lucky you'll invent a new word. but most of the words you use have been around long before you were born. you're just one voice in a dialogue that spans continents and generations, and that's okay. it's even the whole point.

none of us is an island. we are profoundly social animals. just as we can't live without eating, we can't make without learning. so half of making art is consuming it. consider this part of the process as well.

and finally,

#6: rest, and live your life

let's say you're in really dire straits. you've tried working slower. you tried changing focus, you tried changing projects. you want to take in new information or actively engage with your favorite art, but you're not in the headspace for it. what now?

take a nap. take a walk. take a shower. eat a nice meal, or an okay one. talk to a friend. maybe even do that chore you've been putting off (you know the one).

it's human to always crave making, but you're not a machine—and even if you were, machines need regular maintenance, too! you wouldn't drive a car that's completely out of gas, and you won't do yourself any favors treating your body that way either.

i know that when you take a break it feels as though you're not accomplishing anything, but you are: you're taking care of your animal self. and while you do that, your creative brain doesn't stop working! much like windows, it has countless background processes running at any given moment, with inscrutable names like "cbdhsvc_692da" or "Microsoft Edge Update Service." it's true, i checked.

when you're stuck on a project and you step away to rest, your brain is still chipping away at your ideas unconsciously. i like to tell people, "it's percolating." much like waiting for a pot of water to boil, that idea is still heating up, even when you take a step away. just be sure to check in on it once in a while. the time will pass, and it'll be boiling again before long. :)

before i go, i'll leave you with one last thing to keep in mind as you try all of these strategies:

be kind to yourself.

being human is just about one of the hardest things you can do. let alone being a human trying to survive capitalism while living with disabilities! the last thing you need on top of that is to overwork yourself, talk to yourself negatively, or treat yourself harshly. there are plenty of other people in the world who do that to you—don't be one of them.

i'm not saying that you shouldn't try to challenge yourself, to test your limits and go above and beyond your ambitions, if that's what you want to do. just remember that hard work and self compassion are not mutually exclusive. so be careful not to bully yourself. take pride in the progress you make, even when it seems small. encourage yourself like you would a friend who's going through a hard time. and when you challenge yourself, be your own cheerleader.

i hope you find this advice helpful! remember, this is just what helps me, so don't feel like you have to follow any of it exactly. maybe taking time to learn new information helps break you out of your rut more than working slowly, so you reach for that tool first. maybe having multiple projects going at once is too distracting for you, so you prefer to stick to one at a time. whatever your needs are, feel free to alter and adapt these ideas to fit you.

thank you for reading, and i wish you the best of luck in your creating.

with care, bee 🐦

#adhd #advice #asks #from #sourpatchsquids

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slytherinslut0 · 4 months

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Theodore Nott. | be my first.

PAIRING: Theodore Nott x Reader

PROMPT: “PLEASE please do a Theodore nott x fem!reader virgin!!”

WORD COUNT: 5.5k.

TAGS: 18+, Mentions of Slight Violence, Depictions of Blood, SMUT, Fingering, Bestfriends to Lovers Trope (my personal fav), Virgin!Reader, Loss of Virginity, Slow Sex, Soft!Theo, Multiple Orgasm, Dirty Talk.

"I don't know, Pans, wouldn't that be weird?"

Pansy's laughter echoed in a melodious giggle, the rhythm of her steps creating a soft shuffle across the expanse of your shared dorm. With effortless grace, she descended onto your bed, settling in with a languid poise. Laying on her side, her head found a comfortable perch on her bent arm.

"Why would it be weird?" Her grin, radiant and infectious, painted a mischievous allure across her features. "He's your lifelong best friend. I'm pretty sure he's in love with you-"

"Absolutely not," you interjected, employing a dramatic flourish with your hands for emphasis. "He is not."

Pansy cast a sidelong glance your way. "He so is."

"He's not!" Your grin persisted as you fired back, "if he was, he wouldn't be regaling me with tales of the girls he's shagging every bloody weekend."

Pansy, after a moment of silent contemplation, arched an eyebrow. "Perhaps he's just doing that to make you jealous. Ever think of that?"

You released a sigh, your body surrendering to the bed's embrace as you slumped backwards. The gentle thud of your head meeting the pillows echoed the weight of your contemplations, and memories from the past few weeks intruded your mind--acknowledging the nuanced shifts in Theodore's behaviour, particularly since that one unforgettable common room party.

As the realization took root, you abruptly sat up, the intensity of the revelation reflected in your eyes as they locked onto Pansy's gaze. "Pans...he's been acting distinctly different lately."

Pansy blinked, a glint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "You're just noticing?"

"No, I mean," your thoughts scattered like confetti, your heart pulsating with the weight of the revelation. You realized you hadn't told her. "Ever since that party, the one last Friday in the common room...where we, um...we kissed."

Pansy's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, her jaw dropping in a dramatic display of shock. With a swift, purposeful motion, she sat up, aligning her gaze with yours, the unfiltered surprise etched vividly across her face.

"What the hell!" Her exclamation rang with feigned outrage. "I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

Your expression contorted into a frown as you extended a gentle hand, resting it on Pansy's shoulder. "I'm sorry...we both agreed it was a stupid mistake, and we promised not to tell anyone. We knew you guys would relentlessly hound us about it...I just...I just couldn't risk it..."

Pansy took a measured moment to process your words, her eyes narrowing slightly. She ran a hand through her raven-black hair, the gears turning behind her eyes, thoughts churning with an amused yet contemplative air as she processed your confession.

With an entertained huff, she locked eyes with you. "I can't believe that little weasel kept his mouth shut for all that time. Guess he really can keep a secret."

An assertive snort escaped you, relief from her reaction igniting your features. "Probably just doesn't want me to hate him, considering we're bound to cross paths at every family gathering. Our families are so tightly knit..."

Pansy reclined with a subtle smirk gracing her lips, mischief dancing in her dark eyes. Her fingers traced an intricate, invisible pattern on your emerald green bedspread, their movements betraying a simmering excitement.

Meeting your gaze with unwavering confidence, she responded, "yet another advantage for you, and another compelling reason to go for it."

You shifted, your posture a nuanced blend of contemplation and uncertainty. Your fingers delicately toyed with the hem of your shirt, a nervous energy manifesting in the subtle dance of fabric against your skin.

In the pregnant pause that followed, you countered, "I just...I just can't envision a scenario where asking my best friend to take my virginity works out in my favour."

"I can't see a world where it doesn't," Pansy replied with a softness that hinted at the weight of her conviction. Sitting up again, she met your eyeline, the motion accompanied by a deliberate brush of loose strands of hair behind her ear.

Her gaze held a depth of understanding as she continued, "You guys clearly love each other, given you've known each other forever. He's always Mr. Funny Guy with you, perpetually super flirty and protective...I genuinely believe he'd be happy to oblige."

Absorbing Pansy's counsel with a thoughtful nod, you murmured a grateful, "I'll think about it."

Rising in unison, the two of you traversed to your respective wardrobes, swapping the gravity of the previous discourse for the ease of more casual attire. Satisfied with your choices, you exited the dorm, descending toward the common room. The soft glow of dimmed sconces on stone walls cast an intimate ambiance, while a low hum of hushed conversations and sporadic laughter created a comforting background symphony.

As you stepped into the common room, an immediate sense of unease gripped you. Your attention honed in on the far corner, where a palpable commotion unfolded. Brows furrowing with concern, your gaze fixated on a group of clustered bodies--Mattheo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott all converged around someone.

Instinctively, you made your way over, Pansy following closely behind. As you approached the charged scene, you reached out, placing a steadying hand on Mattheo's arm in an attempt to capture his attention. The air buzzed with tension as you sought to understand the cause of the brewing conflict.

"Matt, what's happening?" you inquired, peering past him to catch sight of a bloodied Malfoy standing at the center of the circle. "Did you do this?"

"No, it was Nott," he retorted, his dark eyes meeting yours as he ran a hand through his dishelved curly hair. "They had a little disagreement--nothing too crazy."

Your gaze swept around the circle, capturing the aftermath of the disagreement. Malfoy wiped the blood from his chin on the back of his hand, keeping his gaze glued to the floor. Meeting everyone's eyes, your search finally settled on Theo, his nose bleeding and a minor cut marring his chin.

A heavy sigh escaped you, the weariness evident in your tone. "Do your petty disagreements always have to escalate into a damn bloodbath?"

Mattheo nonchalantly shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "When they involve Nott...pretty much, yeah."

With an exasperated scoff, you distanced yourself from him, striding purposefully toward Theo. The cerulean depth of his eyes locked onto yours as you approached, a battered hand running through his tousled hair as he shook his head in a frustrated scowl.

"What happened?" you inquired, genuine concern lacing your voice. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Theo's jaw clenched, his stormy gaze shifting from your face to fixate on something over your shoulder. "Sorry prat had it coming."

His eyes locked onto Draco, who was now being tended to by Pansy, the lingering fury evident in the tight set of his jaw and the fire in his gaze. Theo was not merely angry; he was simmering with a profound frustration that permeated the air around him. Sensing his reluctance to share details, you delicately grasped his arm, lowering your voice into a soothing whisper.

"Come on, Theo," you murmured, your tone gentle and calming. "Let's get you cleaned up, alright?"

With a reluctant nod, he cast one last glance over your shoulder before allowing you to guide him out of the common room and back down the dormitory hall. Upon reaching his dorm, he unlocked the door with a brief motion, and you stepped in first.

Navigating the familiar space, you headed straight to his bathroom, grabbing a wet cloth and some ointment. As he took a seat on his bed, the routine unfolded seamlessly--a ritual born out of many similar occasions. Cleaning up your best friend was a well-practiced chore, a testament to his quick temper and penchant for confrontation. It was second nature to you, an unspoken agreement that you'd always be there for him in these moments.

Emerging from the bathroom, you noticed Theo had already cast a silencing and muffling spell over the room. A waft of smoke hung in the air as he lit up a cigarette, his darkened gaze keenly tracking your every movement as you approached.

You came to a halt in front of him, and he widened his stance, creating a space for you to nestle between his legs. Seated on his bed while you stood, the two of you aligned perfectly at eye level. A surge pulsed through you as you observed his plush lips sealing around the cigarette, his long fingers delicately holding it to his mouth. After a quick ashing on his nightstand, he granted you the space to tend to him.

Raising the cloth to his chin, you softly dabbed over the cut, your gaze fixed on the subtle flutter of his long lashes--like delicate wings of a butterfly. A scowl etched his features, and your hands trembled inexplicably, watching his brows furrow, his teeth chewing on his bottom lip. His own hands rested on his knees on either side of your hips, fingers twitching from the sting of your movements.

In a bid to alleviate some of his discomfort, your voice echoed as a delicate murmur. "Do you remember the first time I did this?"

"How could I forget?" He met your gaze, his stormy eyes flickering as his lips teased a subtle smirk. "My personal saviour, always cleaning up my messes."

Pleased with the condition of the cut, you glided the cloth along the sharp ridge of his jawline, meticulous in collecting every trace of dried blood. Progressing to his nose, you repeated the careful process--his eyes remained fixed on your face, observing each subtle movement as you concentrated on restoring his appearance, gently swiping over his lips last.

Grinning at his words, you locked eyes with him. "You're right...I've been quite the skilled nurse, haven't I?"

He chuckled, a deep sound resonating through his chest, the corner of his mouth lifting into a half-smile. "The best damn nurse I've ever had."

You laughed, a warmth dancing across your skin as you pulled the cloth from his face.

"Now that's a compliment, considering you've been in the hospital wing a lot of damn times," you quipped, playfully raising an eyebrow. "I should be getting compensation for my efforts."

"Compensation?" He grinned, the playful glint in his blue eyes unmistakable. "How about I owe you a pack of cigarettes and a promise to keep the brawls to a minimum?"

Smirking, you couldn't hide the amusement dancing in your eyes. "Please, you and I both know your promises mean very little, Nott." As you stepped back, you added, "but I'll take the cigarettes."

Before you could get very far, Theo's large hand wrapped firmly around your wrist, halting your movements as well as the breath in your lungs. Your gaze riveted to the hand, the touch sending a shiver through your skin, before slowly moving back up to meet Theo's eyes. Within their depths churned something profound, a silent intensity that stopped your heart in your chest.

"You want to know why I fought him?" he said, his voice so deep it was almost imperceptible. "Malfoy."

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you waited for him to elaborate. "Sure."

Theo's grip tightened on your wrist, his jaw tensing as his eyes drilled into yours. "He said that if he wasn't with Pansy, he'd have gotten with you a long time ago," he confessed, the words carrying a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "He claimed your hard-to-get facade is all an act...that you're really a little slut..."

Your eyes widened at Theo's revelation, a mixture of surprise and disbelief sweeping across your features. Your pulse quickened, feeling the intensity of his gaze and the gravity of the situation.

"He said that?" you muttered, the weight of Malfoy's words sinking in. Theo's grip on your wrist loosened, and a subtle vulnerability flickered in his eyes as his hand slid lower, fingers finding yours.

"I don't care what he thinks, but hearing him talk about you like that...I couldn't let it slide," he admitted, his voice softer now, revealing the protective undertone that fueled his actions. "He doesn't know..."

"...that I'm a virgin," you said, finishing his sentence with a hushed admission.

Theo's expression softened as he nodded, and his thumb gently traced circles on the back of your hand.

"I don't want anyone disrespecting you like that, especially not him," he said, a mixture of concern and sincerity in his gaze. "You're a fucking angel, he doesn't deserve to even think about you."

Your heart pounded in your chest, warmth spreading through you at his words. Your gaze locked in with his, his eyes momentarily dropping to your lips, yours doing the same. The air between you thickened, charged with unspoken emotions as Theo’s declaration lingered. His protective stance and words resonated deeply, and you couldn’t help but feel the gravity of his sentiments.

Silent acknowledgment settled within you, a quiet admission that the dynamics between you and Theo had shifted. The boy who had once been your childhood best friend was now a source of desire and an unexpected depth of affection. Over the years, his presence had woven into the fabric of your heart, evolving into a sentiment that transcended mere friendship.

"Thank you, Theo..." you murmured, involuntarily leaning closer. "Thank you for-"

Before you could finish the sentence, Theo's hands shifted with intent, cradling the sides of your face as he drew your lips to his. The hunger in his mouth was palpable, a dance of devotion and purpose, his tongue delving past your teeth without a moment's hesitation.

Your lids fluttered shut, your brain caught off guard, taking a seemingly eternal five seconds to gather itself from the molten state it found itself in, the realization dawning that you weren't merely passively enjoying this kiss--you were actively engaging, meeting his fervour with equal intensity.

Your hands instinctively sought his messy hazelnut strands, fingers threading through them as you pressed against him, the world beyond the kiss momentarily forgotten in the heated exchange. As the kiss progressed, your mind struggled to fathom the reality of locking lips with your best friend--a completely sober, unrestrained exchange with no intentions of stopping.

And then, before you could process it, large hands enveloped your lower thighs, drawing you closer as Theo reclined onto his plush green duvet, the soft fabric embracing his back with a gentle touch. Your hands landed involuntarily with a deliberate force on his chest, seeking stability as you shifted to straddle his waist.

The kiss intensified, one of his hands securing the back of your head, while the other boldly explored the curve of your hip, his pelvis pressing against yours, his erection evident even between your layers of clothing.

A low, involuntary moan escaped your lips as his undeniable hardness pressed against you, a sensation that sent shivers down your spine. It kindled a fervent desire within you, a flame only he could stoke. Your hands transitioned from his chest and back into the tousled richness of his hair, fingers entwining in the silky strands. Breaking the kiss momentarily, you caught your breath, panting softly as you gazed down at him through eyes clouded with lust.

Theo's lips curled into a knowing smirk, evident satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he surveyed the effect he had on you. His hands traversed the landscape of your back, drawing you back down to him. Your bodies melded together, the heat rising between you palpable. You instinctively moved your hips against his crotch, craving more of the intoxicating friction that left your senses spinning, and a low groan escaped him, his hands guiding your hips back and forth.

"What are we doing..." Theo whispered, his voice a breathy murmur, his head falling back, and his eyes squeezing shut in a moment of quiet contemplation. "I told myself I wouldn't do this with you again."

Your heart hammered in your throat, your fingers trembling as his hands grazed the curve of your ass. In a mere pant, you breathed, "do what?"

His fingers traced a slow path to the back of your head, gently guiding your lips back to his.

The heat between you intensified as he whispered, "this," against your mouth, his soft breath sparking heat in your veins.

A low, desperate sound escaped your throat, a mixture of a mewl and a moan, as the fire in your core reached an almost unbearable intensity. Theo groaned in response, his grip on your hips tightening, and with a swift motion, he flipped the two of you around, placing you on your back beneath him. His hips pressed into yours with a force that felt like an attempt to fuse you with his mattress, his hands finding purchase on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him.

"Theo," you murmured against his lips, your hands tugging on his hair in a desperate attempt to part his mouth from yours, yearning for a breath of air. "Theo...”

Refusing to break the kiss, Theo groaned into your mouth, his hand cradling the side of your head, his thumb brushing over your cheek with a feather-light touch. He rocked his hips against you, both teetering on the brink of losing yourselves entirely. The restrained passion and tension accumulated from years of friendship were on the verge of breaking free.

Finally, in a gasp of air, Theo pulled back, both of your chests heaving, your lungs reaching for oxygen in desperation. His blue eyes dipped over your face, lingering for a moment before trailing lower. With a regretful realization, he shifted back onto his knees, putting a disappointing amount of space between your bodies, as if just coming to terms with the consequences of his actions.

"Fuck," he murmured, running an unsteady hand through his hair. "I...I'm sorry-"

"Theo...I want you," you cut him off, the desperation evident in your voice as you expressed your desire for him. "Please..."

Theo's eyes flickered, and he blinked, momentarily taken aback. "You..."

"Yes," you whispered, a subtle flush colouring your cheeks as you pushed aside any embarrassment. "I want you to be my first, Theo."

Theo leaned back down, his hand gently cupping your chin as he directed your eyes to meet his intense gaze, his fingers digging into your skin only slightly.

"Are you fucking serious?" he questioned, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "Don't play with me, principessa..."

"Why on earth would I joke about something like that?" you replied, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. "Of course, I'm serious."

Theo's countenance softened with a tender gaze as he scrutinized your face, searching for any traces of hesitation or uncertainty. Discovering none, he leaned in, planting a delicate kiss against your lips. His hand gracefully transitioned from your chin, weaving into your hair with a gentle, reassuring touch.

"You don't know how fucking long I've wanted you," he whispered against your mouth, his eyes reflecting the intensity of his desire. "But I don't want to fucking hurt you...I don't know if I'll be able to control myself..."

Your fingers gently traced the contours of his face as you held his gaze. "Theo, we've known each other for so long, there's no one I trust more than you...I know you'll be gentle with me..."

Theo's gaze softened further at your words, and he leaned in for another kiss. His hand embarked on a slow journey from the strands of your hair, delicately tracing the curves of your body until it found the waistband of your sweats, teasingly playing with it.

"Gonna' need to ease you into it, principessa," he whispered against your lips, his warm breath mingling with yours. "Let me know if it's too much, alright?"

As you nodded, your hands migrated from his shoulders to entwine in his hair. His hand daringly slipped beneath the cotton fabric, and a gasp involuntarily escaped your lips as he skillfully explored the warmth between your thighs with his fingers. Simultaneously, his lips traced a tantalizing path down past your jawline, each touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Mm, you're already so fucking wet for me..." he nipped your neck and you squealed, fingers gripping fistfuls of his hair. "Gonna' fill you up so good...stretch you out just for me..."

Pleasure rippled through your thighs, your heartbeat thumping in your core. "Theo..."

"Mhmm," he breathed as he trailed lower, mouth grazing over your collarbone, long fingers teasing over your clit, coating himself in your slick. "Fuck, I've wanted to hear you moan my name like that for years...you've completely fucking tortured me, bella..."

You gasped as he teased your clit again, fervent fingers digging into his scalp. "You-you never made a move-"

Theo groaned against your skin, his free hand sliding up to pull your shirt along your stomach, and then skillfully tugging on your bra, exposing your bare chest to his hungry gaze. His lips parted, and a deep lust filled his eyes as he immediately cupped one breast in his palm, skillfully flicking a stiffening nipple between his fingers.

"Fuck me," he muttered before pulling one of your nipples into his mouth, skillfully twirling his tongue around the bud. "I didn't want to complicate our friendship, bella mia...I didn't want to risk losing you..."

Theo's mouth moved to your other nipple, and he deftly took it between his lips, suckling on it before tracing circles around it with his tongue. You moaned, feeling your body respond to his touch, your hips jerking involuntarily as he pushed a finger inside of you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. His thumb resumed its motions on your clit, coaxing sounds of desire from deep within you.

Heat scorched your blood. "F-fuck, Theo..."

"Is this okay?" he muttered, pulling back slightly to examine your face. "You're so fucking tight."

You nodded, incapable of forming a coherent thought as your body's reaction was immediate, every fiber of your being inundated by intense, mind-numbing pleasure. Theo groaned as he brought his lips back to your nipple, skillfully pulling it into his mouth. Your entire body quivered beneath him, unable to comprehend how rapidly your impending orgasm was overwhelming you.

"Oh, Gods, Theo..." you gasped, your fingers tightening their hold in his hair like you were trying to pry it from his scalp. "Oh, fuck-"

Theo heightened his rhythm, skillfully adding another finger inside you as he fervently zeroed in on your sensitive nub with vigorous strokes. Your vocabulary dissolved into a symphony of flailing wails and moans, your eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy as he sensually flicked his tongue over one nipple before seamlessly transitioning to the other.

"That's right, darling..." he cooed against your chest, his voice torn and barely restrained, a low rasp that sent a thrill up your spine. "Let go for me...I've got you..."

His words alone ignited a blaze of warmth across your skin, and as much as you desired to resist, to not succumb so swiftly, it was inevitable and overwhelming, your orgasm slamming into you like a powerful shot to the gut.

"Shit-Theo!" Your jaw fell slack, eyes rolling back. "I'm-i'm-"

Your vision whitened as you broke, every nerve in your body pulsating with ecstasy. It was a wave crashing over you, leaving you breathless and trembling in its wake. Theo's movements never faltered, his touch relentless, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from your shuddering form.

"That's it--fuck--so perfect..." he breathed, rubbing you through the remnants of your aftershocks. "Such a good fucking girl...did that feel good?"

You nodded, still gasping for breath as you tried to compose yourself. "Yes," you said, feeling a flush of embarrassment on your cheeks. "It felt amazing."

"Yeah?" Theo whispered, his hand withdrawing as he shifted to press his lips softly against yours. "You like cumming for your best friend, huh? Enjoy making a mess all over my fingers?"

You released a throaty groan against his demanding mouth as his skilled hands effortlessly peeled down your sweatpants and panties, revealing the goosebumped flush of your skin. His shirt swiftly joined the discarded clothes, exposing the sculpted lines of his torso. Unrelenting, his eyes remained fixed on yours as he leaned back to undo his belt with a controlled urgency.

Once successful, he leaned back over you and a large hand cupped your jaw, his voice a low, commanding murmur.

"I didn't hear an answer," he stated, the timbre of his words sending shivers down your spine. "Perhaps I need to make you cum again?"

You huffed, a subtle squirm beneath him accentuating the anticipation, his free hand teasing the tender skin of your inner thigh. "Theodore..."

"Would you like that?" he muttered, his lips drawing nearer, the grip on your jaw tightening. "You want me to make you cum all over my bedsheets again, hm?"

His fingers caressed over your heat, teasing your folds, and you arched against his touch, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. You could sense he was attempting to buy himself time, to talk himself down from his excitement. His restraint hung by a thread, self-control wavered under the sight of you withering beneath him.

Swallowing hard, your throat felt drier than the desert as you met his gaze with pleading eyes. "Please, Theo," you whimpered, "stop teasing."

"Fuck--so eager for me, yeah?" he purred, releasing your jaw to slide his boxers down his thighs, pulling free his thick, long cock. "Let's see if we can sate this pretty little pussy."

Your breath fled from your lungs, your jaw practically dropping to the floor. He was massive, even in his own big hand, even as he pumped himself, sliding his fist back and forth over his length as his eyes burned wounds into the flesh of your tits. You whined, your core clenching and screaming with need, drool threatening to pour down the sides of your lips as your desperate eyes shifted between his eyes and his dick.

"Fucking hell, Theo..." your brain struggled to form coherent thoughts, and those words were the only ones that managed to slip past your lips. "You never mentioned...so massive..."

He huffed, and you knew he was watching you--his irises igniting in flames, a tiny smirk teasing his lips as you watched him stroke himself faster, harder.

"I didn't want to intimidate you before you got to experience how good it can be," he murmured, his voice low and laced with satisfaction. "Besides, I'm well aware of your disdain for men with oversized egos."

Your breath caught in your throat as your brain struggled to process the revelation. Losing your virginity to your lifelong best friend, who knew you better than you knew yourself, and who had purposely kept the extent of his endowment a secret, fearing it might scare you off. The boundary between reality and dream blurred, leaving you in a surreal haze of disbelief.

"Just shut up and show me," you finally managed to whisper, your desire overcoming any reservations. "Show me how good it can be."

"Easy, principessa, don't get greedy now," he murmured, his hands firmly grasping your thighs to pull you closer. "You're not ready for everything I have to offer just yet."

Theo leaned back over you, trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck and over your collarbone--forearm framing your face, other hand gripping his cock, angling the glistening tip toward your throbbing entrance, teasing you briefly with a few false thrusts, slicking his length in your wetness.

"Are you ready?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "To feel me inside of you, filling you up?"

Your voice barely more than a breath, you nodded in response, averting your gaze to the ceiling. "Please."

Theo huffed, pulling his face from your neck, long fingers directing your gaze to meet his eyes.

"Look at me, bella..." he looped an arm under your neck, long fingers holding you in place. "I want you to look into my eyes as you feel yourself stretching out for me..."

Your lips parted in awe, speechless and utterly intoxicated. Doing as he said, you held his gaze, feeling yourself slowly getting lost in the ocean waves of his eyes. Theo groaned, his own breath shallow as he pressed the head of his dick into you, pushing you apart, and you whimpered, clenching before he even entered you. You were quaking--and he hissed through his teeth before he'd fully sank into you, letting loose a low, deep groan as your wet cunt swallowed his cock.

"Shh," he purred, glimpsing your lips. "Just a little bit more..."

Pleasure and pain erupted through your bloodstream as he stretched you wide, a sharp cry leaving your throat as he pushed deeper and deeper, stroking into your heat with the pace of a snail, inch by agonizing inch--pausing once he'd sunk in to the base. You could feel his cock pulsing inside of you, and you were breathless, unable to fathom how big he was, how full he made you feel.

"Fucking hell, are you okay?" he muttered almost under his breath, his voice cracking with concern as he looked into your eyes, his blue gaze searching for any sign of distress. When you merely nodded, the desperation in his expressions intensified. "Please, talk to me...keep me grounded..."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you mumbled, still trying to catch your breath. "And what do you mean, 'keep you grounded'?"

Theo sighed heavily, emitting a low groan, his breath catching in his lungs as he withdrew slightly before smoothly gliding back into you. You whimpered, still holding his gaze, lips parted in unbelievable bliss. His hand cradled your head, staring at you with gleaming eyes as he found his rhythm, keeping every stroke deep and careful and full.

"I-I, fuck," he grunted through gritted teeth as he stared down at you. "You're so tight, so fucking wet...I can barely control myself..."

He lowered himself, ensnaring your lips in a profound, fervent kiss while maintaining a deliberate pace within you. Each rhythmic thrust unleashed renewed waves of ecstasy, prompting unrestrained moans from your chest and sending you writhing beneath him.

"You feel so good," he whispered as one of his hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch as he slowly began to increase the tempo of his thrusts. "I can't believe how fucking tight you are. You're going to make me cum so fucking hard, my pretty little virgin."

Your nails clawed at his back, your walls squeezing his thick length with every thrust. "Theo-harder, please..."

"Yeah? You want more, pretty girl?" he whispered, warm breath enveloping your ear. "Such a needy little pussy..."

You gasped, nodding as his lips attacked your neck. "Please, please-"

"Anything for you," he responded, his voice torn, each syllable saturated with longing. "Filthy little--fuck,"

He surged into heightened motion, the force of his hips colliding with yours intensifying upon your command. A sharp cry escaped you when he skillfully found that responsive spot within you, immediately unleashing a cascade of pleasure that surged through your body like electric currents. The intensity reached a near-overwhelming point, a delicate dance between ecstasy and a hint of exquisite pain, causing unbridled moans to spill from your lips uncontrollably.

"Mm," he grunted, a near growl in your ear. "Pretty pussy taking me so well,"

His paced increased again, slamming into your cervix with every thrust. His fingers resumed their work on your clit, yanking you toward your climax, your body being whiplashed with pleasure. You bit down on his shoulder, desperate to muffle your screams as your pussy squeezed him harder, yanked to the edge by the stretch of his cock slamming into you, his fingers battering your nub.

"Theo--w-wait," your words stumbled amidst waves of pleasure, your body convulsing beneath his unyielding onslaught. "Theo, please-I can't, I-it's too much...”

"Come on baby, I know you're close," his voice, raspy and unbridled, revealed the shattering of his self-control. He relentlessly pounded into you, beads of sweat adhering his hair to a glistening forehead. "I felt you squeezing me--fuck--you can take it..."

You gasped for breath, a desperate symphony echoing your lungs' protest as your teeth found refuge in his skin. Fingers, possessed by an almost primal force, clawed into his back, leaving an indelible mark. Theo's movements, unyielding and masterful, propelled you inexorably towards the precipice of climax, each sensation more vivid than the last.

"Theo-" you practically screamed, your body buzzing in anticipation. "I'm gonna' cum, Theo-fuck-"

"Let me hear you," he said, voice shredded raw. "I want to hear you scream for me...I want to hear you moaning my name as this tight little cunt breaks for me..."

"Oh, fuck.." you moaned, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck, Theo...oh Gods, fuck..."

You shattered, euphoria tearing through you as your walls pulsed and milked his cock. Your eyes rolled back, vision going blank as squeals and screeches left your lips in nothing more than mumbling nonsense.

Theo groaned, bliss numbing your skin, limbs shaking and trembling as he pulled you through wave after wave of pleasure, gripping you tighter until he too exploded, breath sputtering as he poured himself into you, hips bucking until the only sensation left was sweaty, heaving, post-orgasmic rapture.

In the aftermath, an extended silence enveloped the room--long after the cadence of your breaths normalized, long after the faculties of your minds fully reassembled. Theo finally stirred, rolling off you to settle on the mattress, where he promptly drew you into the sanctuary of his embrace.

"Can we acknowledge our feelings already?" Theo teased, fingers delicately brushing loose strands of hair behind your ear. “You know I’ll fight you if we go back to just being friends after all of that.”

You huffed, on the precipice of unrestrained laughter. "Only if you go first."

As you shifted to lock eyes with him, a smirk adorned his face, that mischievous grin unfurling across his impeccably plush lips. "Fine…I'm fucking in love with you."

Your own smirk surfaced, a surge of warmth coursing through you as you leaned in, brushing your lips against his. "I'm in love with you too, you dork."

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Die Hard Romantic - Max Verstappen

Summary: To the world Max is a cold and ruthless competitor who goes too far. To his girlfriend, he secretly reads her favourite books so he can get inspiration of how to be romantic in ways she likes.

The relationship is still fairly new. Only a matter of weeks old, but seemingly Max doesn't like a slow pace in relationships as well as on the track.

"What are you reading?" Max asks as she pulls out a book while they sit on his private jet.

"I'm not telling you." Y/n smiles hiding the book when Max tries to touch it to look at the cover from a better angle. "Let me read in peace."

"Let me know what you're reading." Max argues with a laugh while she tsks smacking his hand lightly before he slumps in defeat. Settling for resting his hand on her thigh while she curls up to use her lap as a rest of her book.

Max has learned some habits of his new girlfriend. One of which includes, that any flight they're on. She'll read for the better part of 15 minutes then pass out. So Max only has to wait for her to slump against his shoulder for him to take the book. Bookmarking her page to not lose her place before he begins reading the book.

He's not really much of a reader in general. Especially not romance books, but sometimes it's not the worst idea to steal from them when it comes to making y/n happy. After all, who doesn't want a storybook romance?

By the time they land Max has a couple ideas knowing that y/n will melt along with calling him out for reading her book and stealing the ideas.

"Baby, you need to wake up." Max whispers gently rubbing her back which makes her stir lifting her head slightly before mumbling something incoherent. "Ok, maybe not."

He sighs picking her up, much like her habit of falling asleep, he's used to carrying her off of flights.

Max doesn't think anything is too much of an expense for the people he cares about and with his income he doesn't need to concern himself about prices either.

So when he gets y/n a necklace with a custom MV1 and tiny Red Bull logo and matching earrings to go with it, it's not a cheap endeavour but when he surprise y/n with it. The expression on her face is worth every penny spent.

Some might say getting your girlfriend a necklace with your initials so early in the relationship is a risk. But Max knows that y/n is a die hard romantic ad she loves wearing any of his Red Bull stuff with his number on or his initials. Though she did try to dig out some of his 33 stuff saying it felt more special when it came to him.

"You stole my book for this idea again didn't you?" Y/n giggles as Max helps her put on her necklace.

"I don't know what you mean." Max smiles then kissing her shoulder.

Y/n rolls her eyes shaking her head at him before picking up the earrings. One of which is the red bull logo in all silver while the other is MV.

"I do love them...How much did it cost?"

"Do not worry about the cost-"

"Max!"

"I don't know. I just wanted to buy you it, I didn't even ask how much it was." Max shrugs while he admires the sight of the necklace and earrings. "Do you like them?"

"I really love them."

"Then what does it matter what it cost. The cost means nothing if you are happy."

Max might think he needs the aid of y/n's books which are pretty romantic by her own admission. But she really thinks he'd do just fine on his own if he had the confidence to say so.

Really she's not going to stop him either. Who is stupid enough to stop their boyfriend from making the most effort to be romantic? Not y/n and certainly not today.

Y/n yawns as she watches the Vegas FP2 which has gone so ridiculously late that she can't help feeing the chill of the air completely consume her.

By the time they finally get to the end of it, Max has clearly had enough of Vegas already and y/n is beginning to understand why.

"It's fucking freezing." Y/n shivers as Max walks her to the media paddock, her presence grounding his annoyance as he moves to take part in some media since the day is never over.

It's not as if y/n is underdressed but waiting in the garage for hours in such chilly conditions is going to have the most hot bodied fighting the cold.

However, the waiting in the media pen (where he really isn't allowed to bring y/n) brings a new opportunity to have another romantic moment that he's stolen straight from the pages of a book. Not that he remembers which book or even what the situation is, but he mentally noted to use a cold opportunity to do it so now is the time.

Max is dressed in a Red Bull coat and he unzips it to pull her into his body that is still a burning temperature in comparison to her own from the heat of the cockpit. He's sweaty and usually that would be something to put her off, but right now she's too cold to complain especially when she finds herself hidden in his jacket as he manages to wrap it around her too.

She hides there feeling Max just swaying them a little as they stand till the media assistant says Max has his turn for the interview.

"I'll make it quick. I don't have much to say." Max promises making her hum before he kisses the top of her head and she steps back from the warmth of his body back into the cool night air.

The media seem just as unhappy to see Max and his attitude about Vegas as he was to be talking about a free practice that took place at such early hours of the morning. Though later than it was meant to be.

"Let's go." Max mutters as she looks at him for a moment worried that he's annoyed but when he flashes her a smile to reassure her that nothing's wrong.

They head back to the hotel where Max semi-smothers her after their shower to try and warm her up despite her insisting she's definitely warm enough now.

"Max Verstappen! Get off of me." Y/n giggles before giving up, defeated as his weight remains unmoved from on top of her.

Y/n groans a little as she looks at him for a moment, his blue eyes staring into her soul as she feels all the love from him just nearly overwhelm her in the moment.

"Why are you crying?" Max whispers reaching his hand up to her face to wipe a stray tear from under her eye.

"I just...sometimes forget how lucky I am to have you. I don't think I knew a love like this existed till I found you." Y/n whispers making Max's face flush before he just gently rubs his thumb on her cheek.

"You never have to know what it's like without this love again." Max promises which honestly makes her heart thud heavily in her chest as she smiles down at him.

"You know...you're better than the men in the books I read without trying. You don't have to keep stealing them to read...you do more than enough without using them as a blueprint."

"I like knowing what you're reading...Even if you read filth sometimes." Max jokes making her eyes widen before he moves up and kisses her softly. "Don't worry, I take notes from those parts more than anything."

"Jesus Christ." Y/n murmurs hiding her face under her hands knowing that Y/n is definitely both fearful and trying to hide her excitement at that thought.

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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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Hi I’m kinda shy about this one. So the reader has been traveling with dead city cowboy Negan for awhile and she’s liked him for a long time but she’s a virgin and she wants him to take it.

Don't be shy bb, I am a slutttt for dead city Negan. Basically, think of this as if you were in Ginny's shoes, but you're 18.

Our Little Cabin

Dead City!Negan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, virgin reader, vaginal sex, fingering, family death (reader's mom), reader seduces the hell out of negan, extreme age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 50ish), masturbating (both), masturbating in front of Negan while he refuses to touch you, daddy-kink, breeding kink, cuddling, pure filth

A/n: If you like slow burn, sexual tension and a "hard to get" daddy Negan, this one is for you. I promise one day I'll finally write a fic without daddy-kink, but today is not that day.

"Can we go home now, Negan? My legs hurt." I complain, dragging my feet lazily through the leaves.

He stops and sighs, resting his hands on his hips. I stop too and stare at him. That damn cowboy hat.. I swear he wears it just to tease me.. and it's working.

"Yeah, doll. Sun'll be going down soon anyway."

"Ugh thank god." My head falls back dramatically and he chuckles as we start our way back.

Negan took me under his wing a few months ago when some assholes attacked Oceanside, killing my family and everyone I know. I was lucky - if you wanna call it that - enough to escape. I ran into Negan in the woods and it's just been me and him ever since. I'm thankful for him, considering I never had a dad or father figure growing up. My mom was my best friend.. and now she's gone. But at least I have him.

I've grown attached to Negan over the recent months.. But something feels.. different lately. I'm not sure what suddenly changed over the last few weeks, but I've caught myself imagining things about him that I shouldn't. Even touching myself to the thought of him. I feel so guilty afterwards, but I can't stop. I've never been with anyone.. never kissed anyone.. never touched anyone. And my body is screaming at me for it. I can't even look at him anymore without imagining what he looks like under his clothes.

"Why're you so quiet, kid?" He glances at me as we walk.

Ugh, I hate it when he calls me kid.

I shrug. "Just thinkin'."

"About?"

"Doesn't matter." And I've convinced myself it doesn't. I'll never be with someone romantically, because for one.. it's the apocalypse. It's not like I have a school full of hot boys lined up ready to ask me to prom. Not that I'd give them a chance anyway. I'd probably be more into the teachers. And second, the man I want would never think of me that way.

"That's not true."

"You don't even know what I'm thinking, so how can you say that?"

"Anything you think about - worry about - matters to me, y/n. So, spill."

We finally make it back to our little cabin. We've been staying in it for awhile, stocking it with food and supplies. No one has found us yet.. It's kinda nice. But I won't get used to it. Because nothing good lasts forever.

I throw myself on the couch dramatically, as if our walk that we've done a hundred times now could've killed me.

"I don't know... I just, I feel like most kids - people - my age have already experienced more in life that I have."

"Like?"

"Sex." I blurt before I can stop myself. I look to Negan to see his reaction, but he's surprisingly not that alarmed. His eyebrows are raised as he studies me, probably more shocked that I actually had the balls to say that in front of him.

"Listen, I don't really feel comfortable doing the whole birds and bees talk with you."

My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and I nod disappointedly.

"Sorry, it's just.. I - no one's really talked to me about it before. My mom said she would when I was ready.. but then she.. she.." I fight back the tears. I hate crying. You can't come across weak in the times we live in and I've been forced to be strong my entire life.

He looks at me finally and sighs, holding his arm out for me to come snuggle next to him. It's not the first time he's held me as I've cried over my mom. Won't be the last.

I bury my head in his chest, sniffling, as his hand rubs my back.

"Alright, kid. What do you wanna know?" He gives in, feeling sorry for me.

"Well, I know how it works, but I guess I just wanna know what it feels like." I feel him tense underneath me as he adjusts himself awkwardly.

"No boyfriends at Oceanside?"

"There were boys.. but none that I was interested in."

"You'll find someone when the time is right. You're still young."

"Well you don't have anyone, and you're.. not young."

"Jeez, kid. Thanks." He chuckles. "I did have someone. A few someone's actually. Lost them all to this cruel world." He admits and my heart hurts for him.

"Well, you have me now." I get more comfortable, laying my head in his lap and looking up at him. He shifts uncomfortably but eventually relaxes and even strokes my hair lightly.

"Yeah, I do. And nothing is going to happen to you. You're safe with me, doll." Butterflies swirl around in stomach, but I know he doesn't mean that in the way I wish he did. He sees me as a kid.. hell, as his kid. For a moment my heart sinks from jealously at the "someones" he mentioned. Lucky bitches.

"...Negan.. does it.. feel good?" I blush a little.

"Sex? .....Yeah, doll. It fucking feels good."

"Will you.. show me?" I stare up at him innocently and his hand abruptly stops stroking my hair.

He bends over, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Time for bed, darlin'." He pushes me gently up and off his lap before standing and heading to his room. The cabin is small but we each have our own rooms. His is the smaller one, right across from mine. He wanted me to have the bigger one.

I sit on the couch, feeling defeated and stupid. What was I thinking. I relax on the couch for a little longer, choosing to read a book to take my mind off what just happened. After an hour of barely keeping my eyes open, I close the book and head down the hall towards my room. I stop in front of Negan's door, peaking through the crack. He always leaves his door a few inches open just so he can hear if anything happens. My eyes widen when I notice the sheets are barely covering the lower half of his legs, revealing the rest of his body. His tan torso is exposed, showing his peppery chest hair, and his black boxers are low on his waist. I restrain myself from not jumping him right then.

I eventually make my way back to my room and change out of my clothes, throwing on some shorts and a tank top to sleep in. I can't get the image of Negan's body out of my head and find my hand slowly making its way towards my aching center once I'm finally in bed. I close my eyes, imaging Negan between my legs as I touch myself. I don't bother suppressing my moans, confident that Negan is fully asleep. "Mmm, Negan!" The sound of his name rolling off my tongue as I'm pleasuring myself brings me closer to the edge.

"Oh, Negan. Right there!" My door suddenly swings open and I snap my eyes open to see a worried Negan standing in my doorway.. still in his boxers. My hand flies out of my shorts and I throw the sheets over me.

"Oh my god, can you knock?!"

"I - you yelled for me." He says flustered. I notice the way his face reddens when he realizes what I was doing.

I gently pull the covers off me again and spread my legs a little.

"What are you doing, y/n?" He stands in front of me at the doorway, refusing to look at anything other than my eyes. That's okay.. I bet I can make him look at me down there. I like the challenge.

"What's it look like?" My bite the tip of my finger seductively at him before sliding my shorts to the side, completely revealing my pussy to him.

He glances down with a serious look across his face, like he can't believe I'm doing this. And neither can I. This is so unlike me, but I'm so desperate for him I don't even know how to control myself anymore.

The fact that he's still watching encourages me to continue. I use one hand to pull my shorts to the side and the other to slowly slide a finger through my wet slit. "I just wanna know what it feels like, daddy."

I study him closely, noticing the way his jaw ticks at the nickname. My eyes travel lower and I see his bulge through his boxers. It looks so big, but I'd be determined to make it fit no matter what.

My finger dips inside of me and I arch my back a little and moan, putting on a show for him. He stands with his back against the wall, refusing to move.

I start rubbing my clit slowly and get frustrated when he still isn't reacting. "Negan, please touch me."

He rubs a hand down his face with frustration. "Goddamn it, y/n."

"I just.. I need you. Please." I cringe at my desperate attempt to have him touch me. I need this man so bad it's embarrassing.

"I can't, baby."

"But you like watching me, don't you?"

I take it as a yes when he doesn't say anything and that's all I need before pushing myself over the edge. "Negan!" I cry out as my orgasm rushes through me. Even in the dark, I can see the lust burning through his eyes.

"Go to bed, y/n." He demands but I'm unable to read his tone. Is he mad, proud, annoyed?

I fall asleep at the thought of him giving in and touching me. Maybe if I think hard enough, I'll manifest it.. I heard that shit really works.

Negan's POV:

That girl is gonna be the fucking death of me.

She's been so flirty with me lately and I've been trying to ignore it. But fuck if she's not making it hard. Literally.. I'm hard as a fucking rock right now.

I refuse to touch my dick while thinking about her. She's thirty-fucking-three years younger than me for fuck's sake.

She's confused. She doesn't want me, and she damn sure isn't getting me. Apocalypse or not, it's still fucking wrong.

I drag a hand down my face and sigh. I shouldn't have watched her, but I couldn't look away. She flashed her fucking pussy right in my face and I just stood there.. watching her. Fuck me.

My dick is throbbing and I know I won't be able to sleep until I get some relief. "Fuck it."

I pull myself out of my boxers and immediately start stroking my dick. I think about anything but.. her. Fuck.. y/n. That pretty little wet pussy dripping right in front of me. The way she said my name when she came.

"Ahh, fuuuck. Y/n, fuck." I cum hard and fast and immediately regret it afterwards. Fuck is wrong with me.

I can't - and I won't let myself think about her like that again.

Y/n's POV:

I wake up before Negan and decide to read my book some more in the living room. It's a romance novel that I found one day in an abandoned car. I've read it four times already, but it seems to be the only romance I'll ever get in life, so why the fuck not.

"Morning, sunshine." Negan says sleepily as he walks towards the kitchen next to the living room. He grabs a handful of berries we picked yesterday and tosses them in his mouth before making me a cup full and putting them down next to me.

"Morning. Thanks." I say without looking at him.

He sits on the couch next to me. "You wanna talk about last night?"

My cheeks redden. "Nope."

"Okay, then I will." Great, here comes the lecture. "Y/n, I shouldn't have watched you. We both know that. But, I think you're just confused. It's just been the two of us for months now and you're all young and.. fucking horny and shit. But, us? It can't happen."

I stay silent, pretending to read my book.

"Seriously? The silent treatment? You sure did have a lot to say last night."

I remain stubbornly quiet, popping a handful of berries in my mouth.

"Y/n, I don't understand why you're upset right now. Talk to me."

"I'm not upset." I snap. "I'm embarrassed.. humiliated. I was stupid to think you'd ever be into me."

He sighs and I see his head drop out of the corner of my eye. "Darlin', if I was your age, I'd be all fucking over you. Trust me. Please don't be embarrassed, okay? You are hot as shit and any man your age would be lucky to have you. We can forget it happened if that's what you want." He holds his arm out again, and like always, I snuggle into him.

"I don't want to forget." My hand rests against his white t-shirt and I want so badly to slide underneath it and run my fingers through is tummy hair.

A moment of silence goes by before he finally whispers. "Me neither, doll."

I look up at him, my face dangerously close to his. "I love you, Negan."

His hand reaches up to caress my face as if he's scared to hurt me. "I love you too, baby... Just not like that."

He wipes the tear that falls from my cheek and my heart shatters in my chest.

One month later...

My feelings for Negan haven't faded; I'm just better at not showing them. We've been more touchier than usual... cuddling on the couch, holding hands when we walk, but nothing "inappropriate." We also haven't mentioned that night. It's like it never happened, which still hurts when I think about it.

I get done bathing myself off after dinner and slip into my usual sleepwear before crashing to the bed and pulling my book from the nightstand. I could quote every line in it by now.

I start to drift off right before a loud boom hits right outside my window, following a bright flash of lightning. I try to fall asleep, but every time I doze off, another loud boom jolts me awake. I toss and turn for an hour before deciding to do something I know I shouldn't.

I crack Negan's door open slowly, trying not to wake him and gently slip into bed next to him. I also may or may not have taken my sleep shorts off, leaving me in just my pink panties and black tank top. I ease underneath the covers and lay facing him. He's usually a light sleeper, so between the thunder and me sneaking into his bed, I'm surprised he's not awake.

I'm completely still for a good ten minutes, making sure he's still sound asleep before I make any movements. When he lets out a little snore, I slowly slide the blanket down off of him. I imagine myself reaching over and running my fingers through his thick chest hair. I keep sliding the covers down further and further, careful not to wake him, until I get to just below the waistband of his boxers. My eyes trail from the deep v in his abdomen to the black hairs peaking above his underwear and I let myself imagine what it would be like to touch him right now.. to slide my hand down his boxers and feel him. I've wondered how big he is for so long.. trying to steal glimpses of him through his pants when he walks, or catch him with the covers down while he's sleeping.

I decide to pull the covers slightly further down and my mouth gapes open at the sight. He's hard.. so hard that I can see the outline of him through his boxers as it threatens to poke through his underwear. My mouth waters at his size and I know if he ever put it in me, it would definitely hurt like hell.

After I've stared at it long enough to feel like a total creep, my eyes travel back up his body and I almost yelp when I see his head is slightly turned and his eyes are watching me curiously, as if he's been waiting for me to make a move.

"I - uh.. The thunder.. I got scared." I explain.

"Nice try, kid. Go back to bed."

"Negan, please. Just let me sleep here. Nothing weird, I just.. don't wanna be alone."

He sighs and that alone tells me he's going to let me. I hide my excitement as I turn over, facing away from him and snuggling into the covers. They smell like him.. musk and leather.. and the scent makes me practically feral. He's still on his back, but my ass is barely touching his side. It's hardly anything, and it's not like we haven't cuddled before, but the thought of my ass so close to him sets my insides on fire.

Another lightning strike hits outside his window this time and I flinch a little, not purposely meaning for my ass to press into him even more. He doesn't react and I wonder if he's already asleep.

"Negan...?" I say softly.

"Hm?"

"Will you hold me?"

"Y/n, you are seriously pushing it. Go to sleep."

a few minutes go by before another boom echoes in the distance and I jump a little again.

He sighs heavily and turns over, draping his arm over my waist and pressing his body firmly against mine. His dick is pressed against my ass, but it's not as hard anymore... and that hurts a little.

"Go to fucking sleep."

I hold his hand tightly against my lower stomach and embrace this moment with him. I want him so bad that I can literally feel my vagina throbbing. If it could speak, it would be meowing like a cat in heat right now. I close my eyes and imagine him sliding in me from behind. I get a little too lost in the thought and accidentally arch a little, grinding my ass further into him. I feel him grow to full length against me and the feeling is enough for me to squeeze my legs together, desperate for some pressure down there.

"Where the fuck are your shorts?" He says in a deep and sleepy voice.

I giggle as he breathes heavily into my neck before whispering again.

"What the hell am I gonna do with you, baby?"

"Touch me?"

"I'm already touching you, y/n. My fucking dick is basically between your ass cheeks."

"Not yet.. my panties are in the way." I slip my panties off my legs smoothly and discard them on the floor.

"Y/n." He warns but before he can tell me no, I'm bare from the waist down and pressing my ass back against him.

"Trying to give this old man a heart attack?" He chuckles deeply.

"I can try harder than that if you want me to." I tease.

"Fuck, baby. Go to sleep before I do something we'll both regret."

"Like what?"

"...Like pound that pussy so fucking good you'll never think about another man's cock but mine."

"If you love me, wouldn't you want to be the one to give that to me for the first time? Wouldn't you rather it be you than some asshole who doesn't care about me."

He doesn't answer, so I keep pressing him. I place my hand back on top of his resting against my stomach and slowly slide it lower towards my aching center.

"Don't start something you can't finish, darlin'."

"Oh, I'm very determined to finish." I spread my legs apart slightly to guide his hand over my wet center. His middle finger easily slides between my slippery folds and we both moan at the feeling.

"Goddamn. Fucking dripping for daddy. He growls in my ear before leaning up a little and pressing his lips to my neck from behind. I move my hand from his, letting him take control - finally.

His finger moves back and forth between my wet slit, gliding over my clit every few seconds and making me moan each time. His other hand slips under me and up to my neck, gently squeezing my throat.

"This what you wanted, baby?" He breathes in my ear and chills spread over every inch of my skin.

I nod quickly as I feel my orgasm build from just his light touch. He hasn't even put a finger in me and I'm already on the verge of tears.

As soon as his finger rubs tiny circles over my clit, I lose it.. moaning out for him.

"Thaaat's it, cum for daddy, babygirl."

"Negan!" I scream out as his hand goes from my neck to my mouth, muffling the sound.

"Don't need the dead hearing us, doll."

He kisses my neck once I've soaked his fingers and then brings them to his mouth.

"Mmm, fuck, this pussy tastes so good I might have to eat it everyday."

I turn around in his arms to face him. My hand goes up to hold his face and my fingers play with his gray hair. He kisses my forehead before meeting my gaze.

"This is so wrong, baby." He strokes my cheek gently.

"Can't be wrong if it feels this good."

He tilts my chin up to press his lips against mine. It's so much better than I ever imagined. He knows exactly what he's doing, and even though I've never kissed anyone, he takes the lead and I'm thankful for it. I moan into his mouth when he deepens the kiss, his hand gripping the back of my neck now. The feeling of is tongue in my mouth makes me clench my legs again, and I think he notices because his hand on my neck travels lower until it reaches the back of my thigh. He lifts my leg over his and his hand slides to my ass, squeezing lightly before his long fingers tease my entrance from behind.

His dick is pressed into me painfully and I can't wait any longer. I need to touch him. Feel him inside me.

I reach my hand inside his boxers and pull out his big, hard cock. I try looking at it under the covers between us.

"You've never seen a dick before, doll?"

I shake my head no and admire him. It's so perfect.

He closes his eyes as I stroke it. "Fuck. So innocent, baby."

He kisses my neck while I pull on him even more. "You sure you want this, baby?"

I nod. "Yes, please. I've been wanting this for so long, Negan."

He lines himself up at my opening, my leg still draped over his so that he's in between my legs.

"Once we do this, you're mine darlin'."

"I'm already yours."

That's all he needs to hear to finally push the tip past my opening. I've never had anything inside of me other than a finger, and the feeling of his thick head pushing through me and stretching my walls has my mouth falling open.

"Tell me to stop, baby."

"No, keep going. Please." I beg.

He slides deeper and deeper until he's buried inside me completely. He stays still, letting me adjust. and kisses me through the pain. A pain that feels so good. I kiss him back hard, scratching his back while grinding my waist pathetically against him repeatedly. I moan in his ear and give him the go ahead to start moving. He fucks me deep and slow at first, letting me get used to him.

"So fucking tight baby."

He growls in my ear and vibration of his deep voice sends chills through me again until my pussy flutters around him.

"Holy fuck, doll. Do that again."

I squeeze my cunt around him again and he lets out the hottest moan I've ever heard. Not that I've heard a man moan before, but I just know that his are the hottest.

"I won't last if you keep doing that, baby." He warns and the thought of him shooting his load inside me has my head spinning.

After a few more thrusts that have my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I feel myself reaching my orgasm again and hold him against me so I can grind against him and ride it out.

"Negan, Negan, oh my god.” I breathe out as I push myself so hard against him that my clit rubs against his pubic bone creating the friction I need to send me over the edge.

"Goddamn." He thrusts into me faster and harder. "Gonna make me fucking cum already, baby." He tries to pull out but you tighten your leg around him so he can't pull away.

"Cum in me, Negan. Please." I cry desperately. "I love you. I want all of you."

He kisses me hard before his hips come to a halt. He practically yells out when he shoots his load deep inside me. "Ah, fuck! Babyyy."

The sound of Negan cumming is even hotter than his moaning from earlier - I didn't think it could get any better but holy shit. We're both a tangled, sweaty mess while our hearts beat out of our chest.

We eventually fall asleep with our lips still touching and his softening dick still inside me.

I don't even worry about the possibility of what could happen in the future.. I know I'm safe with Negan.. Here in our little cabin. He gently strokes my hair as we drift back off to sleep.

BOOM. The thunder crashes outside again, but this time I don't even flinch.

"You're not scared of thunder, are you, doll?"

I smile against his chest. "...No."

The End.

Brb, going to take an ice bath.

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Over-Time

CEO!Miguel x Shy/Clumsy!Reader!

Warning: MINORS DNI, eventual smut, slow-burn, mentions of sex, bullying, cussing

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"Dear, (Y/N), you have been selected to join us for a group interview at Alchemax. Please arrive at appointed date and time below. Read and follow all instructions to ensure your interview. We can't wait to meet you."

Unable to fathom what you had just read, a loud gasp escaped your lips instead. All you really read was interview. Everything else blurred out since you were so excited to finally have a chance to leave your current job.

"Oh my gosh! Do I even have the proper clothes for an interview there?! I can't believe it!" You whispered, resisting a squeal.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Alcehmax was one of the biggest companies in Nueva York. Everyone in their right mind wanted to get even a chance to work there. Hell, some people were happy just being a janitor there.

It was all anyone wanted to gloat about. Getting an interview was nearly impossible and yet, your clumsy ass managed to get it. You had prayed to every God you could think of. The questionnaire was a nightmare and where people failed the most.

"Okay, okay! I have to prepare...I have to practice..." You told yourself.

Interviews were hard for you. You were nervous around new people and freaked out when asked hard questions. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you just smiled. You got this far. You had an interview to take and succeed in.

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"Lyla, have we found anyone decent enough within the last two group interviews?" Miguel asked with a grumble.

Lyla, Miguel's private assistant, just laughed. She took off her designer glasses and placed them on Miguel's desk. Miguel was the CEO of Alchemax. One of the richest men in all of Nueva York, and a man with a quick temper.

"We have some potential candidates for the open slot in Marketing, but no one to replace me for when I go on my vacaaaation~" Lyla sang happily. Miguel felt his eye twitch,

"Yes, I know. You haven't stopped bragging about your damn vacation all week. Would have been nice if you mentioned it sooner-"

"Oh, don't give me that, Migs. I had it pop up on your calendar every week for the past three months reminding you! It isn't my fault you don't look."

"I am a busy man. You know that because you make my schedule," Miguel hissed lowly then pinched the bridge of his nose, "Just-Ugh, I just find me someone who won't try and suck my dick within the first week."

Lyla just snickered as she typed on her tablet, "You need to find someone. Maybe it will make you less of a grump." She mocked.

Miguel exhaled loudly, glaring towards his assistant. It was a good thing that Miguel could tolerate that woman. Lyla was a close friend of his and knew how to push his buttons.

Leaning back in his seat, Miguel closed his eyes as he took the moment to rest. Lyla was going to be gone for a few months. She sure knew how to utilize her vacation time. Hell, Lyla had a tough job dealing with him. She deserved it.

"I just need someone....quiet."

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How could a building give off such an intimidating presence? It was as if all those powerful inside were warding off the weak and frail. The start of a challenging, yet welcoming part of your life. If you managed to do good in the interview.

Inhaling deeply, you gripped onto your folder and finally had the courage to make your way inside. You heard the stories, but Alchemax sure was a force to be reckon with. The inside of the reception floor felt like another world.

You had arrived super early. You were scared of being late and well, knowing yourself, you were probably going to get lost. Hopefully, your clumsiness won't get in the way of your interview.

"Ah-"

Magic words. Just thinking of it alone caused you to goof up. You had accidently bumped into someone while admiring the inside of the building.

"I-I'm s-so sorry!" You stuttered, panicked that you were fucking up already, "I wasn't looking! I'm sorry!"

"It's alright. Are you okay?" The man spoke as you picked up your paperwork that fell.

Tears were starting to form as you thought of running away. Glancing up at the stranger you bumped into, you sniffed and tried to compose yourself. The man before you had bend down and helped with your paperwork.

"No need to be afraid, I won't bite." The man said with a warming smile. You gulped, finding him very attrative,

"I'm sorry again."

"Oh? An interview?"

"Ah, yes. I'm a little early, but since I've never been here I wanted to make sure...I wouldn't get lost," You admited as he handed your paperwork, "Thank you. My name is (Y/N)."

"Miguel,"

You stood up, staring at the towering man before you. That name sounded familiar, but you were so focused on your goof up to remember. Everyone was probably staring at you, laughing and knowing that you were probably going to flunk the interview now.

"Come, I'll take you to the floor you're going to be at. There are drinks in the lobby once you arrive. Help yourself."

"Ah, thank you."

You were just lucky to have bumped into someone as nice as Miguel. If it were anyone else, they would have probably made you feel worse than you already do now.

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Miguel stayed quiet as he led you to the elevator. He won't lie that it was slightly amusing to find someone who didn't immediately recognized him. That and quite refreshing. Miguel wondered what you would think if you found out that he was the CEO.

Glancing ever so slightly in your direction, Miguel couldn't help but smile. It was like you were in your own little world. You were fumbling with your fingers while you had a slight look of panic on your face. Honestly, that was how people should look for an interview.

Alchemax was not a place to enter with confidence.

"What position are you applying for?" Miguel asked, wanting to ease your nerves.

"Oh!" You gasped lowly, "Marketing."

"Hm. How good are you with planning and scheduling?" He asked casually. Your shoulders raised slightly,

"I, um, I like to...It's easier for me when I have everything in an itinerary. Makes for unnecessary distractions and delays. I find myself at ease with a schedule," You admitted with such a carefree smile.

"And organization?"

"If I'm not overwhelmed I'm great with organizing things." You chirped, "Oh, um, will I get a lot of people talking and asking me questions if I do get hired here? I...I'm just a little shy and if I get overwhelmed I do tend to be clumsy."

Miguel resisted a chuckle, finding you quite entertaining. After another second of silence, Miguel watched as you gasped and covered your face with your folder.

How cute.

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How embarrassing!

Just because he was a handsome face and kind to you, doesn't mean you could get comfortable! It took you hours to practice talking to yourself in the mirror to prepare for an interview and now you were blabbing away nonsense to a stranger!

Feeling the elevator come to a stop. You gasped lowly, admiring the lobby before you.

"Here is your stop." Miguel spoke.

"Thank you," You bowed your head slightly, still embarrassed from rambling off.

As you stepped off the elevator, you gulped. Nerves started to kick in as you took your first step to a better future.

"Oh, and (Y/N)," Miguel called out, causing you to turn, "Best of luck."

"T-Thank you!"

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